Chapter 2
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!"