Chapter 9

If I had known what kind of scene we were going to run into I never would have worried about getting enough cock in me. It was in Tucson, after we had two full days of riding without much incident. We were passing through town, planning to stop on the other side, to the west. We pulled into a gas station, filled our tanks, and asked the attendant where was a good place to stop for the night.

He was a hippy. He had a mustache, long blond hair tied in a pony tail in back, and far-out clothes. He was real friendly, asked us where we came from, and how we were enjoying our trip. We got to talking with him, and Melba found out he was from the same home town she was from. They reminisced about it, and discovered that they knew many of the same people from there.

He seemed to be very attracted to her. He kept staring down her low-cut blouse and watching her pert ass whenever she did anything. Luckily the gas station wasn't busy and he asked us into the office for a soda. We went in and sat with him for quite a while, talking and getting to know him. Every once in a while a customer would drive up. Ken, as he had introduced himself, would excuse himself to go out and help them.

Finally we decided we had better shove off. I got up to go, but he stopped me.

"Wait," he said. "Look-I live in a big house with some of my friends here. We were planning a party tonight anyway, so why don't you two come to the party and you can crash at the house overnight, or for a couple of days if you want."

Melba looked pleased. She obviously sensed his attraction to her, and I think she liked him, too."

"Sounds like a good idea to me," she said. "What do you say, Sandy?"

A party sounded like fun to me. "Sure," I said. "We'd love to."

"I get off work here in a half an hour," he said. "You can wait for me, and we'll all go home together." So we sat in the office there until he was ready to go, and then we hopped on the bikes and rode off. He sat behind Melba, with his hands around her thin waist, and I followed, since he would be giving her directions. After riding through many back streets of town we pulled up in front of an old Spanish style adobe house. The front yard was filled with bright flowers and some interesting antiques. Two small children played in the yard, both cute as buttons. When we pulled up on the bikes they ran over and stared at us curiously.

Ken gathered them up in his arms and they squealed joyously. He introduced them to us. The little girl's name was Flower, and the little boy's was Josh.

"Hi Josh! Hi Flower!" we said. They suddenly turned shy on us and ran to the back of the house. Ken laughed and explained that they were the kids of a woman living in the house with him.

We went in the front door. We were in a living room with mattresses slung casually around the floor, covered with those Indian print and tie-dyed spreads. There was no other furniture except a large stereo and four huge speakers at the four corners of the room. Some folk music played softly. Lying on separate mattresses were a man and a woman, residents of the house I figured. The woman wore a long skirt made from an old pair of blue jeans, and on top she wore nothing. She had huge breasts, which hung heavily down to her waist. She didn't seem at all perturbed to have strangers walk in on her, so I didn't let it bother me any. The man wore a pair of coveralls with no shirt underneath. I admired his sleek shoulders and arms, quite trim and muscular.

Ken introduced us. "Tess and John, meet Sandy and Melba. They are staying around for our party tonight."

"Far out," said Tess, giving us both an appraising once-over. Then she smiled, and shook hands with us. John said nothing, but he smiled, and seemed very interested in us.

We sat down on some mattresses there and we all talked for a while. They wanted to know where we were from, and of course they enjoyed learning that Ken and Melba were from the same place. They were interested in the bikes, so we took them outside to look at them. Tess first went to put on a shirt. She explained that it bothered the neighbors to see her bare-chested. "Bunch of prudes," she called them.

They admired the bikes. Tess particularly was interested that two chicks were riding them. She asked us many questions, on how we learned to ride, and how we liked travelling across the country by ourselves. We told her all about our trip, and she seemed quite enthusiastic.

Just then, a pick-up pulled up behind the bikes, carrying about ten hippies, all drinking beer and singing their heads off. They were having a great time. They called down to Tess and John, and we were all introduced in a very haphazard fashion. I couldn't remember all those names anyway, so I didn't worry about it. They rolled a huge beer keg off the back of the truck and took it into the house. The crowd moved as one into the house, trailing the smell of marijuana after it. Everyone was laughing and talking, and they swept us up with them in their rollicking good humor.

It was starting to get dark, and as we go into the house I could smell the delicious smells of dinner cooking. I realized for the first time since we got there how hungry I was. Ken found us and took us into the kitchen to introduce us to the other two members of the household, who were busy getting a big turkey dinner together. Marsha, a small woman with a big bushy head of hair, was basting the turkey and tasting it. She greeted us warmly and said she hoped we would enjoy the party. At the big oak table in the corner was a very good looking young man, wearing only a pair of cut-off shorts. He was tanned and muscular, and had medium-length dark brown hair. He turned to greet us, and his eyes seemed to pierce into my soul with their intensity. I blushed-something I don't do very often. His name was Mark.

We went back into the living room and joined the party there. Someone handed me a glass of beer. A minute later someone handed me a joint. I smoked from it, expelling the harsh smoke with a fit of coughing. For a few minutes I felt nothing. I thought, this grass doesn't do a thing for me. Then it hit me. My body started tingling and my head got very light. I felt dreamy. I became aware of the raucous noise of the party and the rock music that was now blaring from the stereo, Someone else handed me another joint and I took a toke. This one really sent me off, and the rest of the night was like a hazy sexy dream.

It started out with a sumptuous meal with turkey and all the trimmings. The beer flowed freely and the joints made their rounds. Everyone ate and talked, and bodies lounged all over the room. I felt looser and looser, and also felt very warm towards everyone there. They had all accepted us with no reservations, and brought us into their house for this happy party.

All at once I giggled. "What are you laughing at?" asked a male voice at my shoulder. I turned, and saw to my surprise that it was Mark, who I had met in the kitchen earlier. For a minute I completely forgot what I was giggling at as I became entranced with the deepness of his eyes. He had to ask me again.

"Oh!" I said, brought back down to earth. Then I remembered. "I was looking around the room and it reminded me of those Roman orgies, with food and bodies all over the place." He looked around and then burst into a fit of giggling too. We sat there, giggling like a pair of stoned idiots.

"Yeah," he guffawed happily, "and all we need is to be popping grapes into our mouths." That struck me as so funny that I grabbed my sides and rolled onto the floor, shaking with laughter.

Suddenly his eyes lit up, as though he had just remembered something. "Wait here!" he said excitedly. "Wait right here." He went running off in the direction of the kitchen. I couldn't imagine what in the world he was doing. Meanwhile someone on the other side of me handed me a water pipe, and I smoked some more grass. Then I looked up to see Mark come prancing out of the kitchen, stark naked, with a cabbage leaf hung over his cock and balls. He had some ivy wrapped around his head, and he was dangling a bunch of grapes in front of his mouth. He looked like some crazy Greek god.

Well it was the funniest thing I ever saw, and I just doubled over with laughter. Mark sat down next to me and I fell on top of him, laughing so hard I thought my ribs would break. He was laughing too, and we rolled around together. Then he took the grapes and started to hold them over my mouth. I went to pop one between my lips.

Then he said, "Hey, wait a minute. You've gotta be naked for this one. I'm not going to be the only one here taking my clothes off."

Suddenly our riotous laughter became very subdued and we both looked seriously at each other, realizing the import of what was about to happen. There had been some heavy sexual vibes happening with us which the giggling had covered up. Now they were coming up front, and we were suddenly aware of them. Our eyes had met and locked into a deep and meaningful stare. I felt chills creep up my spine as my consciousness blocked out the rest of the party and the loud music, and concentrated on this strong energy between us.

I sat facing Mark on the mattress and quietly said, "All right. I will take my clothes off, too." Slowly I unbuttoned my thin cotton blouse. I watched Mark's crotch as my lush breast flesh came into view. His cock gave a sudden surge, pushing aside the silly cabbage leaf as it rose into the air. Mark looked at it and pulled the leaf off, leaving the thin leather thong, which had tied it on, hanging insolently around his hips. He removed the wreath from around his head.

I continued my stripping. My blouse was unbuttoned all the way down, and I pulled it off my shoulders, shoving my tits out as I did. Mark took the grapes and dangled them against the creamy white flesh. They reminded me of balls; they were like a bunch of small green balls, and filled with their liquid, rubbing sensuously against my skin. I rubbed back, swaying my breasts gracefully against their cool firmness.

Then I unzipped my jeans. I wore no panties under them, and the curly brown hairs at the top of my mound sprang into view as the zipper opened. Mark sighed erotically, and his dick gave another growing lurch. Lifting my ass off the mattress, I hoisted them down over my legs, leaving them bare all the way. Mark groaned as I became completely naked. I felt deliciously obscene, knowing that I was in a room full of people with absolutely nothing on. My tits, my cunt, my ass all felt the thrill of the cool air on them. The nerve endings felt refreshed, awake.

Mark put a grape in his mouth. Then he leaned over and placed his lips over mine, slyly flicking his tongue through my moist lips. My lips parted easily. He worked his tongue in and then passed the grape into my mouth, sliding it over my lips as it went. It was a strange and erotic sensation. I bit into the tiny fruit, savoring the sweet juice as it trickled down my throat.

His hand crept up and took hold of my boob. "Mmmmmnn," I moaned as his tongue sought the back of my throat and his fingers explored the fleshy regions of my breast. He reached for my tit and grasped it tightly, playing with the pebble-hard bud. It sent sparks of desire shooting through my loins.

Gently he lay me back against the soft mattress, and he half lay, half leaned over me. He kissed me again, a searing searching kiss that seemed to last forever. His tongue explored my willing oral cavern assiduously, as though trying to plumb the depths of my burgeoning lust.

As I relaxed my body against the mattress, the room seemed to spin slightly. I felt currents of air wash over me like ocean waves, pressing me into rhythm with them. I let go of my control and went with them, letting the delicious sensations my body was experiencing take over my consciousness.

Mark's smooth hands were kneading and massaging the ripe flesh of my breasts, and I was moaning softly with pleasure. His hairy legs lay across mine, as though holding down if I should try and get away. Of course, I had no such intention. His cock and balls, now fully erect and throbbing hotly brushed tantalizingly against my hip. My body shuddered in response to this.

He pressed his face into my neck and kissed me there, alternating his touch with wet kisses and then gentle nips and love bites on the sensitive skin. He was so skillful in his approach that I never knew what to expect from him. That fact turned me on almost as much as just the raw feel of his body on mine.

His fingers found my tits again and teased them unmercifully, first pinching them hard, and then tracing small circles on them so lightly that I could barely feel it. "Uuunnnnnhh!" I groaned as he manipulated the swollen brown circles, then caressed the supersensitive area all around them.

His swollen tool rested heavily against my quivering thigh. The hairy balls were squashed against my firm delicate thighs, presenting a lewd contrast to the white skin.

The grass that I had smoked not only made me dreamy, but it increased every sensation entering my body. Every spot on me was an erogenous zone. As Mark's hands slid caressingly over my breasts, arms, belly, thighs, I shuddered with wanton lust. All parts of my body were sending electric messages to the sexual center of my body-my cunt. It was burning with a lust that I had never felt before.

I knew that people were watching us, and that only served to fan the flames of my desire higher. I'd always suspected I was an exhibitionist at heart, and I was proving it now. Eager eyes fell upon our hot young bodies as we wrestled together on the mattress.

His mouth closed over my tit. "Aaahhhhhh!" I screamed. "Suck it! Eat my tit!" His tongue slathered over that swollen pebble, licking it, teasing it on to amazing hardness and sensitivity.

His hands moved sensually up and down the length of my torso, drifting softly over my waist and thighs. The fingers seemed to scorch my skin as they passed over, and the heat fanned in on my throbbing pussy. I was undulating beneath him, moving my hips in a circular rhythm, unconsciously keeping time with the slow beat of the music.

He pried his leg between my thighs and they fell open. I felt a few drops of sex juice ooze from my wet slit and drip over my tight anus, lubricating the tiny hole. Then like a snake he wriggled his body between my outspread thighs. His giant tool lay between them, every now and then brushing against the soft delicate skin of my inner thighs. His belly lay across my quivering pussy mound and his hands caressed and worked at my breasts until I was panting with desire. I ground my crotch against his middle, trying desperately to get some friction against my throbbing clit.

"Mmmm, that's the way," he murmured sexily. "Baby wants some cock in her."

"Oh, God!" I answered. "Give me some!" As if in reply, his mouth closed over my tit again, and I groaned loudly. Then he slid down, licking and nibbling at the soft flesh of my belly. My legs parted further, inviting him to reach into my naked snatch, dripping its nectar like a honey pot.

He dipped his head down and licked at the tender insides of my thighs. "Oohhhhhhhh!" I gasped, feeling the tantalizing closeness of his tongue to my burning quim. Wetness sluiced down the churning cuntal passageway. His mouth caressed and nibbled my Venus mound, tugging and pulling at my curly pubic hairs.

Finally he dove into my tortured pussy. "Aaggghhhhhhh!" I choked as I felt his mouth close over my throbbing clitoris and outer labia. His tongue worked its way up into my aching hole, drumming back and forth against the drenched walls.

"Ohhhhhh!" I gasped as his lips sucked and vibrated over my turgid love button, sending trembling waves of pure delight coursing through my veins. The blood pounded fiercely in my cunt as he manipulated it with his talented mouth.

Still reaming my pussy with his tongue, Mark swiveled about and positioned himself with his cock dangling directly over my face. In my stoned erotic rapture, I studied its swollen hardness, its blunt tip, hanging enticingly in front of my mouth, its smooth sides with the bluish veins making their lewd pattern on the taut thin skin.

I took the long column in my hands and molded my fingers around it. Mark groaned into my cunt, and the vibrations from his deep voice sent tremors throughout my belly. His cock gave a sudden lurch, as though begging for more. Softly I ran my hands over it, admiring the marble-hard smoothness of it. It was huge, and quite thick, and it pounded hotly with blood. It was like a club, a heavy weapon.

A tiny drop of clear fluid appeared in the small slit at the tip of his organ. I brought his dick close to my face and licked out, catching the drop on the tip of my tongue. Mark felt it and groaned loudly with pleasure, hunching his hips downwards toward me.

My tongue flickered out again, catching more of his cock tip, and making an erotic swirling motion all around the swollen rim. "Oonnnhhhhhh," he moaned, and started lapping at my cunt with renewed vigor. His tongue plowed into the velvet grooves of my snatch, tickling and teasing every nerve ending of my cunt. The fleshy wedge reached up into my aching hole and drilled there insistently.

"Oh Christ," I gasped. "Ohhh, yes, baby." He was so good. His mouth was getting the most out of my pleasure-wracked cunt. I intended to do the same for his cock.

Slowly I lowered it to my mouth, eager to suck on his engorged shaft. I placed the blunt end against my lips, and then parted them, sliding him in wetly. My lips caressed the swollen nose of his tool, nibbling and drawing him in until almost a fourth of him was through my oral entrance. He already stuffed a good part of my mouth, and I wondered how in the world I was going to accommodate the rest of him. I held my tongue down against the floor of my mouth and drew him in more, so that the slushy membranes of my inner cheeks seized his cock and pulled at it, inviting it to push into the dark deepness of my throat.

Just at that moment he drummed on my clit like a vibrator. The pleasure was so sudden and so intense that my body jackknifed, grinding my pussy into his face, and shoving my mouth up onto his stiffened rod. At the same time I gasped, and my throat opened all the way. His cock took advantage of the widening orifice and rammed in all the way. Don't ask me how I ever swallowed that enormous fuckpole, but somehow I managed. His balls rested obscenely on my chin, and I could feel my eyes bugging out of my head as the blood-engorged cap of his organ strove against the tender membranes of my throat.

I worked my mouth around his pole lasciviously, licking and slurping on the blood-hammering shaft. He fucked my mouth with smooth strokes, sliding powerfully in and out between my stretched smooth lips. His hairy sails swung onto my chin at every thrust inward.

My own hips were bucking up and down in a frenzy as his tongue whipped my cunt into a state of unbelievable arousal. It drilled at my throbbing love bud, then probed he downy undersides of my cuntlips. Then it jabbed slightly at the entrance to my seething joy box, and I groaned and wailed with amazed pleasure. My cries were muffled by the presence of his enormous prick lodged deep into my oral sheath.

Our bodies were like an unbroken circle as we sucked each other. His head was buried in my pussy as he ate me out, and his groin connected with my head by his ramming cock. Only our legs branched out from this sexual circle of flesh. My legs were splayed uselessly and wantonly apart, as wide as they could possibly go. His legs formed an arch around my head, supporting his weight, and dipping down as his tool plowed into my willing mouth. Both of us were panting and moaning with wanton abandon, our bodies and minds imbued with the intense glow of carnal pleasure.

His hands had been gripping my widespread legs, the fingers digging cruelly into my flesh. Now he placed his fingers on the sensitive backs of my knees and drummed them lightly, teasingly. The sensation, along with the expert tongue lapping he was giving me, was incredible.

"Mmmmgggfffffff!" I moaned with aroused lust, while his prickhead lodged itself into the back of my oral cavern. I sucked on it voraciously, caressing the smooth sides with my inner cheeks while I swirled my tongue voluptuously over the swollen tip. I bathed his shaft in liquid fire, twisting my head from side to side, varying my stroke with teasing skillfulness.

"Annnggghhhhhh," he sighed, swiveling his hips in a circle, teasing my soft inner mouth with his big pole, screwing himself further and further in. His mouth worked over my dripping box relentlessly, bringing me nearer and nearer to the fiery pinnacle of orgasm. His insistent tongue lashed at my throbbing clitoris, sending it jerking and spasming with red hot thrills. His lips sucked on my pulsating cunt, slurping up the musky nectar that flowed bountifully from the quivering hole.

Faster and faster we sucked each other, harder and harder we licked at the other's genitals. Our heads were bobbing up and down fiercely in time with each other, while our hips ground wantonly into the other's face.

Soon I felt the intense early tremors of orgasm, gathering strength in my loins. I shuddered and renewed my sucking of Mark's cock. He jabbed into my throat with such intensity that I knew he was about to come soon too. In and out, in and out he pumped ferociously until finally he came, a flood of steaming cream jolting out the tip of his rod like liquid fireworks.

"Uunnnhhhhhhhh," he breathed softly as I eagerly swallowed him, sucked and swallowed until there was nothing left in his quivering rod.

He gave one final suck on my clit and then I came too, a crashing, searing, explosive climax which shattered through my loins like a violent earthquake. "Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed as his tongue brought me off; my clit jerked and throbbed uncontrollably; my cunt convulsed with the electrifying sensations of orgasm. Over and over my pussy spasmed, until finally it was over, and my loins felt washed in the afterglow of carnal completion.

I let his cock, which had almost returned to normal size, slip out of my mouth, and I lay there panting exhaustedly. Mark swiveled around again and lay with his head in the crook of my neck. His arms was flung carelessly over my naked breasts.

As I came down from that sexual high, I realized for the first time how the whole mood of the party had changed. For one thing, everyone had stripped off their clothes. People were fucking and sucking each other in every corner of the room. The music had stopped, but no one bothered to put on something new. They were too involved in this strange sexual energy.

"My God," I said to Mark. "This really did turn into a Roman orgy!"

"Far out!" he exclaimed, surveying the couples all over the floor. It was a delicious madhouse! I looked around. On the mattress next to us was Tess. She was the only person there with any clothes on at all. They made little difference though. All she had on was the long skirt from before. But it was pulled up over her waist as she knelt with her buttocks waving high in the air. Her voluptuous boobs mashed against the mattress and her face lay in the steaming crotch of one of the guys, who I remembered was named Day. Her mouth was closed tightly over his fully erect cock, and her eyes were closed as she sucked on it as though it were a giant lollipop. He rocked his hips up into her lovely face as she sucked him off, taking his rock hardness deep into her mouth.

And kneeling behind her with his giant brown cock reaming her white behind was some black dude who I hadn't seen come in. Fascinated, I watched his powerful organ slide into the tight passageway. His hands gripped her waist possessively, clamping her buttocks inescapably against his sinewy loins. The long skirt hung obscenely over her back, leaving her entire backside and snatch thoroughly exposed. Her face was screwed into an expression of half pain, half intense pleasure. She was moaning excitedly, so I'm sure she was enjoying the ass fucking as well as the cocksucking. I heard the slap, slap, slap of his brown flesh against the creamy white mounds of her ass, a lewdly erotic stimulus.

My pussy was throbbing anew and my cuntal passageway ached emptily for a cock. My asshole felt strangely aroused too, and I knew it was from watching Tess being assfucked. I hadn't tried that for a long time, and was considering it tonight. I might as well let it all hang out, I thought, as a few drops of pussy liquid dripped down my thigh. Oohh, I was getting so hot.

On the next mat over was Melba. She was lying on top of one man, with his cock buried to the hilt in her sweet twat. Her legs were spread wide apart, giving me a clear view of her red swollen cunt. Another man lay on top of her with his cock piling ferociously in and out of her asshole, and she was screaming with unbelievable pleasure.

His hands had grabbed her luscious boobs and were squeezing them passionately.

Then I noticed a strange sight. Three Lesbians stood in he center of the room surrounding a fourth. They had her arms tied above her head and attached to a pole which was a ceiling support. One of them had taken the bunch of grapes and had it between their breasts, holding it there by mashing their tits together. Some of the fruit was squashed and it made an obscene sucking sound as it was pressed between the fleshy mounds. The woman held her mouth prisoner in a long searching kiss while she finger fucked her. The "victim" was whimpering and moaning in helpless ecstasy. The second Lesbian stood behind the first, grinding her pelvis into the woman's soft buttocks. Strapped to her hips was a rubber dildo which she was plunging into the womb of the first woman. A third Lesbian knelt behind the pole. In her hand was an electric vibrator. She had perfect access to the "victim's tiny anus, and had stuffed the buzzing machine past her tight rectal muscles. The victim squirmed and writhed as though she was being electrocuted. In her eyes was the blaze of raw, wild lust as every possible region of her body was being penetrated.

Blood was pounding in my cunt, and I didn't think that just one man was going to be enough to satisfy my wanton desires. I wanted a cock in my mouth, my twat, my ass, between my breasts, everywhere on my body. All these lewd sights were making me ravenous for fucking. All around me were the pulsating bodies of people fucking. Asses, breasts, pricks, bellies, all shimmering in the low light, raised themselves in the air, all busy seeking new hot flesh.

Across the room lay one of the guys who had come in the truck. Straddling his face was Marsha. She was riding his tongue as he lapped her pussy, drawing wild moans from her lips. His cock jutted into the air in a magnificent erection. And it had no one to make use of it.

With my clit throbbing almost painfully, I went over and knelt between his open thighs. With my creamy buttocks swaying tantalizingly in the air, I lowered my face onto his crotch and took his gigantic organ in my mouth. I started sucking, and heard his muffled groan as he ate out Marsha's cunt. He must have given her an extra hard suck, because she suddenly moaned pleasurably.

My ass and cunt were an open invitation to whoever wanted to make use of them. I imagined what it must look like, with the labia swollen and distended from their last climax, and the joyhole winking open and shut like an obscene eye. But for now I concentrated on the huge pole in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the blood-engorged cap, then plunged the entire length far into my throat, sliding my lips tightly over the smooth veined sides of his shaft.

I heard someone come up behind me. Turning my head for a second, I saw that it was Mark, and he had a brand new hard-on. It seemed to be headed straight for my gushing quim. I wiggled my ass enticingly at him, then I turned my attention back to the prick in my mouth, leaving Mark to do his will on my pussy.

And did he ever do his will! He had a clear, unhindered view of my dripping pussy. The inner lips were sticking wetly together and I peeled them apart by stretching open my legs. I could feel his exploring fingers playing in the damp stickiness between my cuntlips, where his tongue had explored earlier. He was running two fingers up and down the moist slit, spreading the lips slightly, teasing the gasping hole of my cunt with the fleeting hard-ness of his fingertips. I shuddered, and a moan came up from the depths of my belly almost like a growl.

My clitoris throbbed excitedly and he caught it between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it back and forth, slathering it with my ambrosial lubrication. I gasped, and renewed my sucking on the cock in my mouth with great ardor. I pulled the hard column deep into my throat, nibbling lightly on it as it grazed my teeth.

I arched my back, pressing my cunt firmly against Mark's probing hand, rolling my head from side to side as I licked the cock between my lips. It pumped in and out of my mouth, powered by the thrusting of the man who lay beneath me, with Marsha straddling his head. She had her back to me, and was riding him along. It sounded like she was pretty near to coming, from the intense moans issuing from her mouth.

Pleasure washed across my body as Mark teasingly trailed his fingers up and down the wet, open slit of my cunt. "Do you like this Sandy?" he purred sexily. I answered by trying frantically to impale myself upon his digging fingers. I struggled in vain, because he removed his fingers from my hole. I moaned in aching disappointment, and he laughed softly.

Pulling his middle finger around in a short, tight circle, he inserted it a quarter of the way into my cunt. It felt blunted and hard between the grasping lips, and I pushed against it, inserting it deeper into my body. He wiggled the finger back and forth, teasingly, running his fingertip up and down the slick, quivering walls of my cuntal passageway. Tremors of icy pleasure dug into my body and I moaned loudly.

The man whose cock I was sucking was getting more and more excited. His hips pumped at my face faster and faster, and his muffled moaning became louder and louder. I didn't let up in my rhythmic sucking for one second. Marsha was groaning more feverishly now too, and I watched her firm white buttocks bob up and down on his face.

Mark withdrew his single finger from my cunt and then reinserted it along with another one. Two fingers! Holding them tightly together, he jerked his hand forward, and my cunt was filled with his digging hardness, right down to the knuckle of his probing hand. He screwed the fingers around, from left to right, rubbing his fist against the swollen bud of my clitoris on each downward sweep. I could feel the fingers separate inside of me, moving up and down, scraping erotically against the convulsing tunnel of my cunt.

Wetness oozed from my quivering pussy, sluicing down over the wrinkled, hairy lips, creaming his fingers with stickiness. My creamy thighs were shuddering from his darting hardness. His fingers were all the way into my cunt, and I could feel the knuckles of his other fingers pressing hard between the lips of my pussy. He ground his hand against it, twirling his fingers, crushing the pulsating button of my clitoris.

I was moaning unabashedly, and my eyes were opening and closing each time my pleasure intensified. I groaned loudly at a sudden movement of his hand. He began to pump, and he pulled the two fingers in and out in a slow tortuous rhythm. He held his fingers stiffly, jabbing them at me, parting the fluttering lips of my cunt like a rigid probe. I could feel the ring of muscles at the opening of the hole grip at his withdrawing fingertips, as if trying desperately to keep them lodged in their tight wetness. He would pull the fingers out, and then thrust them deeply in, burying the twin shafts as far into me as they would go.

My body matched his tempo, shoving back against his probing fingers on the inward stroke, and pulling away from them as they withdrew. My cuntal walls gripped him as tightly as they could, squeezing together rhythmically in time with his pumping. I could feel the folds of my soaking cuntlips part as his fingers passed through, like a hot knife through butter.

Then he slipped his hand out, and without warning, grabbed my clitoris and massaged the throbbing hard bud. He caught it between two musk-drenched fingers and rolled it around, pulling and jerking at it, sending dartlike sensations of pleasure exploding through my cunt. I moaned loudly at this onslaught.

I moaned even louder when he released his hold on my clit and slyly began probing at the sensitive pucker of my anus. He rolled the tight hole with the tip of his finger. I could feel his nail as it scraped sensually against the creamy white mounds of my asscheeks. He pushed firmly against the round muscle, slipping in almost effortlessly, greasing me with my own cuntal discharge. The finger went in just a little, and I went completely insane with arousal.

I jerked my ass back against his stiff finger, feeling it sliding deeper and deeper into that tight dark passage. My cunt was aflame with desire, hotter and more intense than anything I have ever experienced.

My cocksucking took on new dimensions as that hard finger jabbed erotically up into my gut. The smooth cock-shaft in my mouth seemed to stretch to a greater hardness as it plumbed the depths of my throat, scraping the inner tissues raw in its passing. My lips fluttered over the sensitive rim, and my tongue swirled rapidly around the drenched sides. I could feel the blood hammering fiercely in that massive organ, feel the frantic thrusting of his hips as he neared orgasm. It was coming closer, closer, and I sucked and licked faster, faster.

Finally it burst forth, like liquid lead shot from a cannon. His spunk spurted forcefully from the throbbing tip of his tool while I swallowed as fast as I could to get all the warm liquid. I missed some, there was so much, and it dribbled out the side of my mouth and rested in a white blob on my chin. My head bobbed up and down as I took his cock in, sucking every drop of come out of his jetting tip.

The feel and the taste of gism in my mouth spurred my desire to an unbelievable height. My cunt was aching with desire and the fire that burned in it was intensified by the brand new fire that Mark's penetration had awakened in my anus. I was totally, totally aroused, and would have done anything to satisfy my throbbing lust.

I finished sucking on that now-deflating cock in my mouth and pressed my cheek against the mattress between the man's thighs. My breasts were flattened down too, crushed by the pressure I was bringing to bear on my body from the lewd position I was in. "Oonnnhhh, fuck me," I screamed as Mark's finger teased and titillated my asshole. "FUUCCKKMMEEEEEEEE!"

He quickly pulled his fingers out. I gasped, and tried to follow them with my pressing body. He touched my cunt one last time, excited by the wetness he found there, and he straightened himself behind me, gripping my left hip with his hand. He grabbed his rock hard prick in his right hand and drove it hard against me, brushing the tip of the shaft first against my ass cheek, and then buried it in the seething wetness of my cunt. "Aarrrgghhhhhhh!" I shrieked as I felt my insides being invaded by his huge organ. I sobbed with relief as my throbbing cuntal walls closed greedily around the erect cockshaft.

His thick hard dick berthed easily deep into my hungry pussy, stretching the walls of my cunt until I thought I would faint from the pure intensity of the sensation. I could feel his hairy balls dangle teasingly between my thighs and the cheeks of my ass were scratched by the bristling stiffness of his crotch hair. He drove into me deeply, violently, ramming his cock all the way into my pussy. I pushed back against him hard, moaning and sobbing with pleasure.

His other hand came down upon my back, and I could feel his strong young fingers stroking my naked flesh. He slid his cock in and out, holding me in place with his her hand. I arched my back on the inward thrusts, grinding my buttocks into his sinewy belly. He removed his hand from my back and slipped it around my hip, holding me by my thigh as he did with his other hand. He gripped me firmly, pinning me hard against him. His hips began to move in a rapid in and out thrust and withdrawal, and his fingertips dug into the tender flesh of my upper thighs. His cock was like a piston; I could feel it swelling thickly, stretching the walls of my canal until I trembled with anticipation.

My body was in a totally submissive position with Mark kneeling behind me. His cock slid powerfully in and out of me, poking all my nerve endings towards the shattering explosion of orgasm. My belly felt like a balloon, swelling with pleasure until it was ready to burst.

"I'm going to come!" I cried ecstatically, grinding my body back hard around his driving cock, gripping the haft with the full-length of my cuntal channel. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard!" I demanded as that orgasmic balloon welled and stretched unbearably in my cunt.

Mark began to grunt and I knew that he was nearing his climax too. His tempo increased and he pistoned in and out of me like a jackhammer, ramming deeply into the starved tip of my womb. His fingers dug cruelly into my flesh, lending pain to the intensity of pleasure now assaulting my quivering body. The head of his cock was swollen; I could feel the engorged rim scraping the lining of my cunt raw as he reamed me out. Our flesh slapped against each other's, making obscene smacking sounds. I pulled forward and pushed down, wringing his cock with my strong vaginal muscles. Mark suddenly groaned loudly, dropped the weight of his body down onto my straining hips, and drilled his cock violently into my body, spearing me with his full throbbing length. His body began to tremble, and his fiery organ swelled within the grasping walls of my cunt. He ground himself all the way into me, grunted loudly, and then cried "I'm coming! My god, I'm coming!" His cock trembled and throbbed inside of me and then let loose, fuming and sputtering like a live volcano. My cunt began to fill up with sperm. I could feel it leaping and splashing from the tip of his cock onto the roof of my dark womb. It was like liquid fire, bathing my seared nerve endings, en-flaming my passion until it burned uncontrollably.

"I'm coming!" I screamed as my body exploded into a shattering series of violent explosions, each one more intense than the last. The orgasm tore into me like fireworks, shooting my pleasure higher and higher into an unbelievable crescendo. I was shrieking uncontrollably and coming all over Mark's pulsating shaft. He was still hard, and he kept pumping. I came once, then again, and again, until finally I was reduced to nothing more than a piece of throbbing, orgasmic, cuntflesh impaled on his stiffened cock. I rode it out deliriously until the very end, until he finally pulled his limp cock from me and I collapsed, sated, onto the mattress.