Chapter 12
It was the first daisy chain Clay McConnel had ever seen.
It wasn't like the movies, either. Not only could he see, and hear the grunts and groans and wet squishing sounds up close, he could smell the ever rising odor of sex, of genitals and perspiration and sweat and the juices from excited cunts and hard cocks.
Where to begin?
With the long rangy butler, Sexton. He was naked, and he sat comfortably in a chair, scooted forward toward the edge of the seat. His legs were widely parted, outstretched, and a cushion padded the space behind him and the chair's back.
On the butler's hard-on cock sat Debbie, blonde and tiny-and pierced up the ass. Her breasts were only partially visible; one of Sexton's hands came around from behind her to clamp each of those pretty white apples. Every time she wiggled, the stiff prick impaling her anus wiggled around in her rectum. Her buttocks were partially flattened and spread out on his thighs. And she was doing a lot of writheful wiggling.
Before the chair knelt Edmund-with his back to it. As lithe as he was reed-thin, Alison's older brother was arched backward, with his head out of sight between the legs of both Debbie and Sexton. Edmund's arms were up and back bent, his hands under Debbie's thighs, which he held high. That way her entire weight rested on her ass-and on Sexton's cock. Edmund was sucking her empty pussy and partially filling it by running his tongue swiftly in and out, in and out.
In front of Edmund was the maid, dark-skinned Mary. She was rocking herself back and forth, so that her mouth slid to and fro along the out-spearing shank of the young man's prick.
Her rocking not only filled her mouth with stiff cock, it ran another virile male tool in and out of her cunt. For on his back beneath her, his head right at the knees of the kneeling Edmund, lay Tony. Mary knelt astride his naked form, seated on his cock. Her legs were on the carpet from knees to toes, in either side of his supine body; her palms, too, pressed the floor for leverage in her steady rocking.
That rocking was aided by the steady surging of her employer, who knelt astride Tony's out? stretched but unparted legs, behind the kneeling Puerto Rican girl. Brian's huge sexual instrument was contained in her ass, rubbing steadily over Tony's, through the thin membrane that separated the girl's cock-stuffed ass-hole from her cock-distended vagina.
Behind Brian knelt his wife, black-gloved and wearing both latex hose and corset. Her face was shoved into the crack of his ass, and she was slavishly teasing and lapping his little anus with her wet, lewdly searching tongue. The big woman with the pinned-up mass of gleaming raven hair trembled and slewed her hips back and forth. Beneath her, the long torpedo shapes of her extraordinary breasts swung loosely, lewdly.
Her thighs straddled a scarlet pillow, and on it lay Alison's head. Her face was invisible; lying on her back with the scarlet pillow beneath her head and an electric blue one under her buttocks, Clay's future bride was happily and assiduously eating her mother out.
Alison's mouth and busy tongue made slippery squelching noises in her mother's pussy.
Monica's mouth and ceaselessly working tongue made obscene squelching noises in her sister's pussy.
Monica knelt between Alison's outstretched legs-sheathed in sexy black fishnet hose that formed a lovely, fascinatingly contrasting latticework on her pale thighs and calves. The older sister sighfully mouthed the open cunt of her younger sibling, while the latter similarly ate her mother.
Clay was at the end of the chain. With his cock up Monica's pussy from behind, he jarred her body with constant thrusts into that hot mushy hole.
But he was not fucking wildly or rapidly; he continually craned his neck to look along the line stretched out in front of him, fascinatedly watching the others. He and Debbie had the best views of any of the participants-but Debbie, with a cock in her ass and a tongue in her vulva, had her eyes closed. The very best view, of course, was Melanie's. The youngest Spencer and the youngest person present, Melanie was director. (Directrix, she told her father primly, was a sexist word. "Oh my," Brian had grinned, "shame on me-I'd HATE to call attention to your femaleness!" All had laughed, but thereafter he and the others referred to Melanie as Director, without an-ix or I-ess female ending on the word.)
It was her turn, Clay had been told. Orgies that just happened were nice, but tended to be messes, with someone or someones being left out. They had come up with the concept, long ago, of one of their number having a month to think of some group activity for the next togetherness session.
This long mixed sex daisy chain, then, was Melanie's invention. She had pieced it together on paper, made the announcement, told each what he or she was to do. She was their...sexual choreographer.
Right now she stood over by the wood-paneled wall, by the light switch. With bright eyes, she watched the other ten people. Her tongue frequently traced a glistening little path over her lower lip.
Pulling slowly back to the head of his cock, Clay ran it back up Monica from behind, jarring her forward. Her nose and tongue slid into her sister's flowing crack. With a twitch, Alison grasped her mother's thighs more tightly and sent her tongue jabbing up into the woman's black furred cunt. Writhing, Alexandra similarly invaded her husband's ass-hole with her own wet pink tongue, furled to make a plunging probe of it. Brian groaned and jammed forward into Mary's rectal canal with his quivering hard-on. "AAHHHGHH-I feel that cock!" Tony groaned, and humped his hips to send his own tool straight up into Mary's cunt, rubbing Brian's. Mary braced her hands to keep from strangling herself on Edmund's penis, and sucked hard at it. A ripple of excitement ran up his flat, indeed slightly concave belly, and he chewed at Debbie's dripping soft pussylips, knowing she dug the slight pain. Clamping her hands over Sexton's to crush his fingers into her tits, Debbie squirmed on that mouth at her cunt, and thus on Sexton's cock which was nicely and hotly contained up her far from virginal ass-hole.
And Sexton smiled, groaned, and clamped her jiggly young titties.
"Invasion of the privateer!" Melanie suddenly called out-and the little brunette in the knee-length white boots and tipless bra snapped off the light switch!
The Orgy Room was plunged instantly into darkness, a total velvety blackness that blotted out even Monica's back a few inches from Clay's eyes.
The Orgy Room was a big sprawling chamber in the basement. It was carpeted with soft scarlet, high-pile plush rug laid down on a foam rubber pad. There was a couch. There were three chairs. There must have been half a hundred pillows of assorted sizes, shapes, and colors. There was a foam rubber and velvet-padded bench on four A-shaping legs: a whipping bench. Too, there were half a dozen battery vibrators lying about, in three colors. And one strap-on dildo.
And now all was in darkness, with Melanie lose on the ten-person chain.
Clay grunted when he felt the teasing fingers wriggling over his assc rease, pretending to scratch at his anus. He swung a hand back-to touch nothing. He heard Melanie's little giggle, but already she was moving away.
"UH!" Monica got her nose mashed when Alison, whose nipple had just been pinched by her younger sister, involuntarily lurched with her hips. Alison grabbed at the offending fingers, but they and their owner were already gone.
Brian was stabbed in the ear with a nice stiff little nipple, and landed a slap on his daughter's compact, cock-loving ass even as she skipped away to tease someone else.
Debbie squeaked and jerked when sharp-nailed fingertips scratched over the violently erect, red-rouged nipple spearing out between Sexton's fingers. He groaned at her sudden sharp movement on his cock. And Melanie, giggling, tripped away.
From behind, two hands began playing with Clay's ass and, reaching in through the fork of his thighs, his balls. He reached behind him even as he lurched forward into the kneeling Monica. His hands found Melanie's brassiered breasts with their bare nipples, and he squeezed them both. She mashed them against his back and rubbed her furry-and virginal-pussy against his ass.
"Little bitch," he said, backward. "No one's ever going to come, with you hotfooting around teasing us this way!"
"Who cares? Everybody's having fun!"
Moving around him, she knelt and he felt her hand on his cock, as he pushed it in and out of the teenager's older sister. Monica felt it too, which was Melanie's intention. She groaned and quivered, twitched and shook while Melanie's hand played with her clitoris and dripping vulva.
Clay continued his unhurried pumping in and out of that sap-filled recess while the younger girl played with its throbbing trigger. Clay's hand, meanwhile, groped over a warm young body in the darkness, until he found first the globes and then the warmth-radiating crack of Melanie's bottom.
He began fondling, squeezing and lifting the nicely cloven ass globes, testing and reveling in the plasticity of the sexy hemispheres, letting roaming fingers wander titillantly down into the long pink furrow that divided them. Again and again he ran his fingertip over the soft coil of her anus, gently pushing each time.
Suddenly his hand was joined by hers-which was wet. With her sister's cunt-sap, he realized. Melanie smeared it over her own ass-hole.
Clay pushed his longest finger straight up into the girl's anus, actually feeling the tautness and then swift relaxation of her sphincter muscle. Finger spearing Melanie's rectum did not stop him from pushing cock in and out of her sister's cunt, continuing his regular rhythm of long slow strokes.
The combination of his cock and Melanie's finger sent Monica over the edge. Moaning, shivering, sounding as if she wept, she climaxed and her cunt grabbed its plug again and again. Clay minded not at all.
When Monica sagged weakly, he drew his dripping big poker out of her and laid demanding hands on her younger sister. Seconds later, he was pushing cunt-wet dick all the way up the squirming girl's rear.
God, he thought, as he rammed her receptive ass and heard her delighted gurgles and sighs, this is wild! He went over in his mind what was happening, aromatically and noisily-and invisibly-all around him.
He and Sexton and Brian were fucking ass. Tony was fucking cunt-or being fucked by one, since he lay beneath Mary. Mary was meanwhile eating cock; the only one of the hunching, humping, moaning, sighing, eleven who had cock in three orifices of her shapely body. Edmund, like Alison, was eating cunt....Clay could no longer be sure whether Monica still kept her mouth busy between Alison's tensing thighs or not. Alexandra, while being pussy-licked by her daughter, was sweetly rim-jobbing her husband even as he plunged in and out of the maid's ass-hole.
Jesus, Clay McConnel thought, and gouged deeply into the cock-loving ass-hole of his future wife's "baby" sister.
Melanie reached around to give his balls a little squeeze.
"Oh that's so good," she sighed, and he knew from her voice that her head was turned back his way. "Keep it in, in, keep it in!"
"No way I won't!"
"Uh...and now...come along..."
Warned, Clay moved when she did. The girl crawled forward. He felt a change in the angle of her butt's upturn, wondered what she was about
Then he heard Alison say, huskily, "Oh thank you, Monica darling. I thought you'd gone away and left me high and wet!"
"Monica shit," Melanie told her sister wetly. "It's me. Clay and I have knocked Monica out...rendered her whore de combat!"
Clay chuckled at the double pun that combined French and English, and held himself desperately in check. Determined to hold out, to make it last, he held himself to slow, short strokes up Melanie's ass despite his urge to fuck her hard and long and fast in a wild drive for orgasm.
About twenty seconds later Alison squealed, announced mushily that she was coming, then squealed again.
Again Melanie's hand came back to fondle Clay's testicles.
"That's our second good deed for the day," she told him over her shoulder. "Can you hang in there awhile longer?"
"Honey I'd like to hang it in you for the next two hours I"
She giggled, patted. "Let's move some more."
She crawled. He followed, keeping his cock in her ass. She soon reported to him what she was doing: jamming four fingers rapidly up and down in her mother's cunt. Clay held still, his organ anally ensconced, taking a rest and winding down. He heard Alexandra's moans. Heard her grunts. Heard her yell. He was sure the thumps he then hears were made by her body, toppling over to curl and writhe in orgasm.
Melanie's third good deed! She had taken care of both her sisters and her mother-and all the while with Clay's turgid dick bulging the walls of her rectum.
She moved forward, just a little. Clay stayed with her. He heard her say "Hi Daddy," and he heard Brian's grunt. Clay wondered what Melanie was doing.
"OH GOD!" Tony cried out. "I'm done for!"
"Ooo-ahh-m-m-m-mmmmm," Mary sighed, as the gardener splashed semen up her ass. "Oh, oh, ohhh...I-I'm getting it from both ends!"
Which told Clay that both Tony and Edmund were "done for," and that Mary had semen running down her throat and down out of her cunt onto the standing tool of the man beneath her...whose tool would not be standing many more seconds!
He was jarred by a jarring of Melanie's body. Brian had begun hunching rapidly into the maid to give her a third seminal injection-spurred by her daughter's fondling his ass and balls, from behind.
Smiling, Clay listened to Brian's long, drawn-out sigh as he pumped out his hot load into Mary's ass-hole. Clay drew long and pushed slowly back in, allowing himself a nice stroke in and out of Melanie's sweetly clamping ass.
A moving body brushed his, and sounds soon told him that both Alison and Mary were ecstatically happy...Alison was lapping Tony's semen out of the Puerto Rican maid's dark-lipped vaginal
Clay had no idea then that Debbie had come a number of times, and that Sexton had long since shot his wad up into the little blonde's squirming intestines. She was limply sagging back onto the equally limp butler, as a matter-of-fact, and Edmund lay stretched out on the floor, gasping.
Hair brushed Clay's balls; a hand gave him a tentative exploration and a fond squeeze.
"The winnah-h-h-h and new champeeeeeen," Monica announced into the darkness, from the vicinity of Clay's crotch, "Cla-a-a-ayy MccCon-nel! Still hard as a rock and pumping like a piston!"
"Hurra-a-a-ayyyyy!" Alison called. A couple of male voices echoed her-weakly and halfheartedly.
"Ooh, Monny," Melanie sighed, "that's NICE! Ohhhh-ummmm!"
Trying not to preen with pride, Clay stroked in and out of the young girl's wriggly backside. Her sister lay beneath her and joined her mouth to
Melanie's lower one, an inch below the tiny hole now strained so grotesquely round and wide by Clay's pistoning dick. Monica's lips surrounded Melanie's soft labia, and she sucked.
The others moved in the darkness. Then someone turned on the lights. All stared at the trio still engaged in pumping sucking sexual activity.
Standing beside her brother, Alison put a hand over and began playing with his genitals. Her fingers pressed and squeezed; her palm moved caressingly up and down the undersurface of his penis. Edmund stood still, his eyes fastened on his other two sisters and the man so pleasantly occupied with them.
Soon little Debbie was on her knees again, palms on the floor. She gently sucked and flicked her warm lapping tongue at the very head of Brian's spent penis. Behind her, Tony steadily hand-spanked his blonde wife's upturned, naked bottom.
With a groan and a series of shudders, Clay pumped hot semen up into Melanie's squirming, clenching ass-hole. Just as warm though not so thick, fluid flowed from her open cunt into Monica's mouth. Sighing, panting a little, Clay pulled his depleted prick free and stepped back. He staggered a little.
Jesus, he thought, Tm shot! These dam' people know how to take it easy and make this orgy stuff last. I may be asleep in about two minutes...and I wouldn't bet on another hardron before about Tuesday...afternoon I He continued moving backward until his legs encountered the couch. He sat down, suddenly. A bit hazy of eye, he watched the others.
Melanie merely stretched out on the floor and lay still. One leg was up and over, shielding her loins in a clear indication to everyone that she'd had enough for the present.
Monica's activity would have seemed strangely tame, high schoolish, had it not been for her nakedness. With Sexton still seated in the large chair, she went over and slid onto his thighs-onto what would have been his lap had he worn anything to make a lap. Wrapping her arms around him and pressing her nearer breast firmly into his bone-plated chest, she began softly nuzzling his neck.
Alison and her brother seemed to be having a nipple-pinching contest. Edmund had a lot more available to pinch-but Alison was worrying and working with his small male nipples just as avidly. Clay saw that they had reddened and speared out from Edmund's chest in little hard-ons.
Having fixed herself a Scotch over ice, their tall, voluptuous mother watched the two amorous siblings.
Mary had gone to hands and knees beside Debbie, whose upturned ass was reddened a bit by Tony's steadily spanking hand. Happy with the attentions of two kneeling young women, each offering no urging her mouth, Brian stood over them with a little smile on his face. Tucking in his hips, he drew his slimy cock from Debbie's mouth. It had grown, Clay saw. Brian moved only a little, to offer himself to the full, red lips of the kneeling maid.
Kneeling close beside the blonde, the Puerto Ri-can girl's skin and jet-black hair formed a lovely, artistic and sexy contrast. Her mouth formed a shining red ring around the standing man's slowly swelling dick.
Clay watched with fascination. He was not even aware that his own hand was between his thighs, idly manipulating his balls.
"You need help with that, champion," a throaty voice said.
Clay looked up at Alexandra. She smiled, offered him her glass. He took a sip of her Scotch.
"Thanks."
"What else can I do for you?"
He smiled rather wistfully. "Put me to bed."
Alexandra's smile was broader. She finished the Scotch. "Nonsense," she said. "That's not really what you want. Here."
Alexandra slipped easily down onto her latex-sheathed knees. She was between his parted legs. Her black-gloved hands moved to her own breasts, great balls hung loosely in swollen masses from just beneath her collarbones. She pressed them together, catching his long but far from hard cock between them.
Holding her own tits to form an enclosing tunnel of warmth and soft skin, she began moving them, all around his cock. At the same time she moved her kneeling body too, rocking, providing his organ with soft titillating friction from two directions at once.
"Ohh," he groaned, "that's good!"
"I thought you'd like it," Alexandra purred, moving and moving.
The softness of those fleshy, pale white mounds surrounding his cock filled him with a restless new sensation of flaring lust. It was so warm, in her titsy tunnel!
Her back was to the others. She concentrated on him, on his penis. Her shoulders moved and her hips rocked, just a little, to impart more movement. Sheathed in soft black leather, her hands continually revised the shape of her breasts as she kept them locked and moving around his penis.
It grew. Her own hands kneaded and massaged her large tits, and those warmth-radiating gourds of satiny-skinned flesh massaged his cock. He felt relentless surges of sensuality flickering about deep in his pelvis, in his tightening testicles.
"Lovely, Alexandra," he said quietly, leaning forward and covering her hands with his. He pressed. His fingers dug into the compact softness of her bewitching breasts, "I do love your tits."
She looked into his face with smoky eyes. The head of his cock appeared in the cleavage between her breasts, and it was swollen and dark with the blood that swelled it. The kneeling woman looked down at it, and licked her lips.
He surged his hips to shove his cock in and out between her tits, which both her hands and his kept pressed firmly around it. The masses of her bosom were damp and slippery now, with perspiration.
She responded with a starved eagerness that was almost whorishly wanton. Her breath began to come in swift panting surges.
"They're yours," she told him in a whisper hoarse with rising libidinous intoxication. "Take them, darling...and do what you want with them!"
"I like fucking them," he said, and moved more urgently.
He had lost contact with the rest of the room and the nine other people in it. The purring voice from behind him came as a surprise.
"What a sexy pair you are!" Alison said. "But Alexandra's breasts are getting all the attention I ask!"
When she leaned over the back of the couch, Alison's naked breasts flopped warmly down onto Clay's shoulders, the back of his neck. They were crowded together, bracing his neck, when she reached down with both arms. Her hands began scratching lightly up and down and around on his chest.
Little flickers of pleasure leaped back into him from his fingernail-assaulted nipples. He sighed, worked his buttocks against the couch, sawing his now long and thick penis in and out of the deep warm, sweat-wet cleft between Alexandra's breasts.
Once again he lost track of what the others were doing. It didn't matter; he had the attention of two women, the loving attention, and he was happy and occupied. His libido soared-and so did its outward manifestation. The organ moving in and out between Alexandra's swollen white knockers became even longer, thicker, and rigidly firm.
While the daughter fondled his chest and teased his nipples, he fucked her kneeling mother's tits.
(Monica lay on her back on the floor. Over her knelt Debbie. Holding one of the blonde's dangling tits with both hands, fingers digging in, Monica sucked and bit and chewed at the scarlet morsel at its very tip. Moaning, Debbie held her head well up, while Brian fucked her face. Behind her, Tony had two fingers up her ass and two more buried in her cunt. He was moving his arm rapidly, simultaneously fucking both her orifices, his rigid fingers whipping in two or three inches and then out nearly all the way before ramming back up her again.)
Seemingly about to break her neck, Alexandra forced her head down to kiss the shining head of the huge male instrument that was driving up between her tits, abrading them with an unbelievable stiffness. Her kiss was soft, gentle, slightly sucking, and very warm. His cock leaped and throbbed.
With a sudden great shiver, she tugged her gloved hands from beneath his. Her breasts rippled around his hard-on. It jerked. The big woman placed both hands on his legs, levered herself up. When her hands pressured his thighs inward, he allowed himself to be manipulated.
Alexandra moved astride his thighs, her big warm ones pressing their outer surfaces with the soft caress of her hose, paper-thin sheaths of lightweight rubber.
Alison's Junoesque mother-except that no statue of the ancient goddess had ever been created with such big swollen jiggly tits-smiled into his face. Her cunt lips bulged, full and muscular, right above his boldly upstanding cock. Her hand took hold of its base with cool leather-coated fingers.
She squatted.
The big woman's calf muscles bulged enticingly and her face took on an expression of concentration as her warm hand steered the virile column of his groin up into the swollen, voluptuous lips of her cunt.
"Uh!" he gasped. His prick was vanishing steadily, and she was flamingly hot inside. Flamingly-and inflammatorily.
Tightening the firm big ovals of her rump, she writhed her broad hips in a slow movement that was totally erotic. Wet and warm and silkily sliding, her cunt glided all around his upstanding column of sex.
He released a long sigh. One of Alison's hands continued raking his nipple; the other took hold of the far larger strut of her mother's left tit-tip.
Alexandra pressed down hard, squirming, forcing him deeper. And deeper.
"AAAAAAGHHHHHHH!" she gusted out. Her bulging eyes actually leaked bright sparkling tears at the sensation of the huge standing shaft's ultra-violent throbbing and expanding between the tender folds of flesh that cushioned her vaginal track.
She worked atop him, constantly and steadily pumping herself up and down and groaning, sighing with passion and the effort of her strong, lust-dictated movements. Her straining legs quivered and her calves bulged. Tendons stood out in her thighs, and quivered.
Her standing, pumping body claimed his cock, clutched and clenched his cock, sucked his cock with hotly seething pussy muscles.
The cream-skinned flopping pears of her big missile-shaped tits bounced exuberantly in the free air.
Behind him, Alison continued leaning over the couch, continued crowding the back of his neck with her breasts, and her hand continued working away at his nipples and at her mother's.
A hot flush of pleasure engulfed his entire organism and his body seemed to vibrate as if dynamo-driven. Warm wet cunt slithered up and down the thick shaft of his hard meat, splayed lips and inner walls clasping the hot flesh excitedly, and excitingly. Her pumping big body filled his ears with the hot wet sounds of exuberant fucking.
(Mary and Melanie were almost identically engaged with Sexton. Mary rode his stiff new erection, bobbing her butt and slapping his bony thighs. Leaning over the back of his chair, Melanie twisted the butler's nipples as well as those swollen red-brown nodes that tipped the maid's jumping jiggly breasts. There was a difference from the sort of attention and activity Clay was receiving. Mary's middle finger was most of the way up the seated butler's ass. And his eyes were fixed, glassy, as if he were in a sexual hypnosis.)
With her mouth open and panting wildly, Alexandra bounced. Her body danced on Clay's. She sucked up increasingly deep breaths into her burning lungs, causing her beautiful breasts to thrust out more and more, shadowing him and jiggling before her.
The wet silky sheath of her pussy felt wonderful, sliding up and down his cock. He shivered, knew his balls were tightening, knew he was going to come. His hands clamped her tits, tightened. And tightened some more.
Then, groaning, pressing her down with both hands, he shot his fianc‚e's mother full of semen.
A few minutes later, taking deep breaths to return his inhalations to normal, he was watching his wife-to-be suck his semen out of the red-lipped crotch of her groaning mother.
And the orgy continued.. . .