Chapter 12
I got up bright and early the next morning and was in the kitchen preparing breakfast when Paul entered.
"Good morning, honey," I said. He embraced me. "Happy first anniversary."
"Happy anniversary to you too. One year today."
"I love you, honey," he said, nuzzling my neck. "Oh, Paul, I love you. I'm happy, so happy."
"So am I."
"I'll have breakfast done soon."
"I've got all the breakfast I want right here," Paul crooned. He went for my breasts and licked my nipples.
"Ooh," I purred, "that feels good." His flicking tongue sent shivers down my body. He ran his hands under my robe and stroked my buns. He took his penis out, wrapped his arms around my bottom, lifted me up slightly and moved his prick toward my cunt.
"Oh, Paul," I moaned. "Oh, you're going to-oh!" The glans of his cock nudged and entered my slit. "Oh, Paul!" I locked my legs around his waist. "You're stiff as a board!"
He moved me against the kitchen counter and slid his root into me in one long thrust. "Oh, hon!" I gasped.
He jazzed me with rapid raps. He sucked on my tits as he pumped up my pussy. Bolts of fire roared in me. A molten wave swelled. "Oh, sweet Satan-here it is!" I cried. "Here it cums!"
Paul's sperm erupted deep in my puss, sending me over the edge. I thrashed and writhed as I climaxed.
"Oh, hubby," I moaned, "that was good ... so good. Each time you fuck me it gets better and better."
He nuzzled my cheek and neck, his pecker still imbedded in me. I kept my legs wrapped around his waist. I moved my ass around, slowly twirling my vagina around his penis in an afterscrew, which I couldn't get enough of.
"Ah, you're good and stiff this morning," I said.
"I keep thinking of last night," he said. "Seeing Burt screw you, seeing Sandy on top of you, it just really gets to me."
"It turns you on to watch other people make it with me, doesn't it," I said, nuzzling his cheek and moving my cunt around him.
"Yes, it does," he said, kissing and licking my neck.
"Watching Burt and Daddy screw me, sliding their dicks in me!"
"Yes," he breathed hotly, running his tongue over my neck and shoulders.
"What if I told you they're not the only ones who have fucked me."
His hot lips were all over my shoulders, my neck, my face. I felt his prick stirring. I knew he was being turned on.
"Would you like me to tell you about the other men who have screwed me?"
"Yes," he hissed. "Tell me."
"The insurance man balled me here one day. And the plumber. Ah, he screwed me right there on the kitchen floor. He got on top of me and stuffed his big stiff cock in me. He screwed me good." I moved slowly up and down on Paul's pecker. It was growing hard. He was panting hotly in my ear.
"Tell me more," he said urgently.
"Roddy at the bookstore's fucked me. And so did Rusty. Rusty's a nice-looking black guy. He fucked my cunt and my ass. And I sucked his dick. He squirted his cum in my mouth and I swallowed it."
Paul's rod ballooned.
"You sucked his dick!" he rasped out.
"Yes, he frigged my mouth, Paul. He screwed my mouth, my pussy, my ass."
Paul's turgid root slid up my cunt. I squeezed it tightly. "I think I'm gonna invite Rusty here, hubby. I'll suck his big cock while you're fucking me. I could really get off on that."
"Yes," Paul gasped.
"Oh, honey," I cooed, "there's so much we can do ... Ah, there're so many we can share our bodies with ... There's no limit ... There're so many who will fuck and lick and suck with us ... So many who'll give us ecstasy, who'll help us live in a world of fuck."
He strummed his swollen tool up and down me.
"Cum with me, honey, cum with me into that world-that world of constant fuck."
"Yes!" he panted. "Yes!"
"Ohh, cum with me, hubby ... We'll lick and suck and screw so much! And you'll screw so many, and so many will fuck me!"
Paul pumped his cock in me, gasping and panting.
"Oh, hon, oh, sweet hubby, you'll watch, you'll see men frigging me-screwing my pussy, my ass, my mouth, ohh-and women rubbing me, licking me, eating me! And I'll watch you. I'll see you frigging women in their cunts, their asses, their mouths ... Ahh-we'll fuck each other too! So much!"
"Yes! Yes!" Paul gasped as he thrashed his rod up my cunt and spewed a great streamer of sperm deep in me. "Oh, baby, I love you!" he moaned.
"Oh, hon," I purred, "this is only the beginning ... This anniversary is starting out well...."
"What would you like to do?" Paul asked. "Would you like to go out tonight?"
"Maybe this afternoon," I said. "I'd like to stay in tonight. Have a little celebration, a little get-together. We could invite Sandy and Burt and Zita over ... and Daddy. Just the six of us."
"Sounds good," Paul said.
"Yes. Three men and three women. We could have a real orgy," I smiled.
"I'm game," Paul said....
I prepared myself for the orgy I knew was coming. I dispensed with panties or a bra. I slipped on a micro-minidress. It was thin silk, very tight, strapless, with a low neck that showed off most of my breasts. It was sheer black.
Paul's eyes bugged out when he saw me. "Wow!" he exclaimed. "Honey, I'll tell you-if you so much as move you'll pop out of that dress."
"That's the idea," I laughed. "You know I'm going to move."
"You're gonna be the belle of the ball."
"No," I said, "I'm gonna be the ball of the ball...."
It didn't take long after Burt, Sandy, Zita and Daddy arrived for us to get it on. Sandy looked at all of us and said, "Well, we all know why we're here. I don't think there's any reason to delay this any further." And with that she took off her clothes. The rest of us quickly stripped.
Burt came rushing over to me. He grabbed me by the waist and hunched his penis on my vulva. "I'm gonna drill your pussy good," he rasped. He clutched my buttocks and mouthed my boobs.
Sandy was on her knees in front of Daddy, sucking his cock. Paul had Zita down on the floor, his face buried between her legs.
Burt pulled me down to the floor, mounted me and slid his rod in my slit. "Oh yeah!" he hissed. "Gonna ream you out! Gonna screw your pussy good!"
I raised my legs and brought my ass up and moaned as he stuffed it in me. "Oh, your cock's so stiff, so goddamned good and hard! Oh, God-oh, Burt! Ah, I love your peter!"
I saw Daddy climb on Sandy and drive his prick into her. She bent her legs back and clutched him around his neck. "Ah, give it to me, Big Daddy!" she chirped. "Ah, you've got what I want-a long thick hard cock!"
Zita was crooning away as Paul strummed his root up her vagina. Groans and gasps and panting, the sound of bodies upon bodies, filled the room.
"Fuck!" I cried out. "Everybody fuck! Everybody in the whole world fuck!"
"Oh, Christ, I'm cumming already!" Sandy cried.
"Oh, God-screw me!" Zita wailed. "Ram it in me, baby! Do me-take me!"
Burt gave out a great hiss and poured his load in me, squirting a tremendous amount of spunk.
"Cumming in you!" Daddy roared. "Cumming in your hot frigging cunt!"
"Squirt it, Big Daddy!" Sandy cried. "Squirt me full of it!"
"Now! Now!" Paul cried hoarsely as he spurted his jism in Zita's quiff.
"Oh, motherfucker, I'm yours!" Zita wailed. "My pussy's yours!"
We all lolled around on the floor.
"This has certainly gotten off to a good start," I said.
"I always say, if you're gonna have an orgy have an orgy," Sandy said. "No use in hem-hawing around."
"I can't think of a better way to celebrate an anniversary," Paul said to me.
"Neither can I," I agreed.
"Yeah," Sandy said, "with good old-fashioned sucking and screwing."
"If we had seven more people here," Zita said, "we'd have a coven; we'd have thirteen."
"You don't need thirteen people to have a coven," Daddy said.
"You don't?" Zita asked.
"No, any number will do."
"I thought a coven consisted of thirteen."
"Maybe of witches," Daddy said. "But the word 'coven' means 'a coming together of a band.' No number specified. This is a coven, because we are a band, and we're certainly coming together."
"You can say that again," Sandy laughed.
"I have to say that this is a new one on me," Daddy said. "I've never attended a wedding anniversary where all the people got together like this."
"Yeah, it's really wicked," Sandy said, giving me a conspiratorial smile. "Only a really wicked person would think of celebrating a wedding anniversary with an orgy."
"A first wedding anniversary too," Burt said.
"Yeah," Sandy said. "It's perverse. And what makes it even better is that today is Sunday. Having an orgy on Sunday. Think of all the taboos we're breaking, and all the 'sins' we're committing. It's enough to almost make me cum just thinking about it."
"Keep thinking," Daddy said. "I will," Sandy purred.
"God, I'm so hot," Zita suddenly said. She rolled over and began kissing and licking my tits.
I looked down at Zita. Her dusky skin, her thick black hair and her red lips sucking on my teats suddenly made her irresistible to me. I ran my hands through her hair. "Oh, you're beautiful," I sighed. "Ahh, love me, Zita, love me with those sweet red lips."
Sandy suddenly came down on my breasts too. She and Zita licked and sucked me. "Ahh, lick me! Suck me!" I cried. I felt a hot wet mouth on my vulva. Then I felt a tongue snake along between my buttocks. I looked down and saw Paul licking my pussy slit as Burt slid his tongue in my asshole.
"Ohh! Oh, hot motherfuck!" I cried out. "Your tongues! Oh, slide them in me! Lick, suck, eat me! Suck me to heaven-suck me to hell! Slide a hot burning tongue in me! Fuck me! Fuck me with a devil's tongue! Long and thick and burning and rough!"
Daddy held my head and brought his penis down to my mouth. "Oh, yes, Daddy, I'll suck you! I'll suck your devil's cock!" I opened my mouth wide and he slid it in. I sucked him furiously, bobbing my head up and down on his dick. He clasped my head and humped my mouth.
"Ah, suck your father's prick!" he gasped. "Oh, you hot insatiable goddess! Suck!"
He suddenly pulled his rod out and grabbed Zita from behind and drove his pecker up her cunt. She reared up and gasped. "Ah, yes! Ohh, all the way! Drive it up me! Oh, sonofabitching motherfucking-fill my pussy up!"
Paul clutched Sandy's head and rubbed his cob on her face. She opened her mouth and took in his cock. I reached out and clasped Sandy's legs and hips, pulling her to me. She knew what I wanted. She straddled my head and lowered her vulva onto my face. I lapped her beautiful pussy.
I felt hands on my ass. Then I felt a cock graze my asshole. It was Burt. And when his hard peter entered my moist anus I thought I'd die with the rapture of it. Stabbing volts of sensuous pleasure jabbed up my rectum. I clutched Sandy's hips and dug my tongue into her humid musky cunt. She rode my face, rocking back an forth on my mouth. I flicked my tongue on her clit, and lapped up her flowing pussy juice.
"Oh shucks!" Zita cried. "Screw, baby, screw! Screw the damn piss out of me! Rap it in me, baby! Oh, I want your cock every day! Damn-I wanna be screwed like this every day! Oh, I can't get enough of it!"
Burt reamed his cock up and down my ass, digging his poker in to the hilt, pulling it out to the glans, then grinding it all the way in again. My whole body was on fire. Flames of carnal sensuousness roared through me.
Burt groaned. "Oh, yeah, reaming your ass! Humping it up that tight ass! Screwing the shit out of you, baby! Damn, your ass was made to fuck!"
Paul moaned. "Ah, in your mouth, sis! Oh, shit, yes-in your cocksucking mouth! Ohh, you sweet glorious cocksucker! I'm shooting-now-Now! Suck! Swallow it, fuck your mouth, swallow it all!"
"Ah, you princess!" Daddy called out. "You sweet frigging princess! Here's my cum! Deep in your cunt!"
"Fill me up!" Zita cried. "Fill my cunt up!" Oh, God, anytime you want to fill up a pussy you can screw me!"
Burt gunned his cob up and down my ass, then let loose with a torrid spurt of spunk deep in my ass.
A chorus of loud grunts, groans, pants and coos filled the air. We all relaxed for awhile, gasping for breath, sweating, breathing the hot, smelly air.
"I didn't know screwing could be so good," Zita said. "Screwing one-on-one is great, but it's ten times better in a group."
"Yeah," Paul said. "There's just something about screwing someone and watching and seeing and being with others while they're screwing too, that's just-well, there's nothing else like it."
"Communal fucking," Daddy said.
"Yes," I said. "Total fucking equality between the sexes, regardless of marriage or kinship. You men share your cocks and balls and mouths with us, and we women share our cunts, asses, mouths and titties with you."
"And the women share their bodies with each other too," Sandy said, smiling at me.
"Maybe we're on to something," Zita said. "Who knows? Maybe this idea will spread."
"It already has," Daddy chuckled. "It's as old as the human race. Orgies have been here from the time people started fucking. But, except for a few glorious times in history, they have had to be underground."
"Maybe someday they'll be aboveground," Zita laughed.
"I don't know about that," Daddy said, "but they'll always be here. Orgies will exist as long as humans fuck."
"Well, then, long live fucking," Sandy laughed.
"Long live group-fucking marriage," I said. I reached over and rubbed Daddy's cock. I jacked it, and in a few seconds it stood upright. Daddy pulled me to him, clutched my tits and ran his peter between my mounds. He kneaded and squeezed my titties, pushing them around his rigid rod. I mouthed his cockhead, twirling my tongue around it, running the tip of my tongue along his piss slit. I slid up Daddy's body and laid atop him. "Fuck your daughter, Daddy. Yes, give me those eight inches-stuff eight inches deep in your daughter's pussy!"
"Here it is, honey!" he called out. "Here's every inch of it in you! Here's your father's dick screwing you, frigging your hungry cunt!"
Zita began crooning and purring. Sandy nuzzled her and ran her hands over Zita's breasts and between her legs. She crawled on top of Zita. "Ohh, Sandy!" Zita breathed. "Ohh! Ahh!" She wrapped her arms and legs around Sandy and they began hunching each other.
Paul grabbed me from behind, wrapped his arms around my waist and pushed his cob up my ass.
"Ah, both of you!" I cried, Oh, dear Daddy, oh, dear hubby, yes! Screw me-screw your daughter and your wife!"
Burt clasped my head and guided his peter to my mouth. I opened up and took it in. I was being fucked three ways at the same time!
Burt grabbed my titties and rubbed and squeezed them as he ran his staff in and out of my mouth. "Suck it, Fawn!" he rasped. "Suck my dick good!"
I loved sucking Burt's peter. It was so velvety smooth and yet rigid, so hot and moist.
"Oh, suck his cock, honey!" Paul called out. "Suck another man's prick, while I screw your ass!"
Daddy and Paul chugged their rods up and down my cunt and anus. Never, never had I been fucked so fully, so totally, so overwhelmingly. All three of them drove their dicks in me fast and strong. I clutched Burt's buttocks and zipped my mouth up and down on his root; at the same time I rode up and down on Daddy and Paul's cocks.
"Suck-suck-suck!" Burt cried. Then his tool spat out a big gob of semen and I sucked it in, swallowing it whole. He groaned and hunched my face, driving his penis in, screwing my mouth, smacking his balls against my chin, squirting cum down my throat.
Daddy lunged up and shot a long stream of semen in me-then Paul let loose, spurting wad after wad of jism up my ass. I gloried in their thick fiery sperm flowing down my throat, gushing up my rectum and quim, flooding my innards in a humid sticky glow. I fell atop Daddy, his and Paul's pricks still wedged in me.
"Oh, Sandy-lover-sweetheart-baby!" I heard Zita cry out. Sandy and Zita were still pressing their bodies together, their hands between each other's legs, rubbing each other hard.