Chapter 4
Eddie couldn't believe what had been happening to them all weekend and now this-breakfast in a huge swimming pool. He nuzzled closer to Jan who was sitting on the other half of their double floating lounge chair. A tray had been securely fastened to its side, holding their champagne in large, free-form designed glasses, bacon and eggs, toast, and caviar.
He'd never felt so rich before and he basked in the luxurious sunlight, hoping their weekend would never come to an end.
"How do you feel, honey?" he murmured into Jan's ear. "How's my big mama's pussy this morning?" He grinned broadly and let his hand drop until his fingertips rested on the still tender tips of Jan's grapefruit-size mounds.
"Oh, Eddie, I've never fucked and enjoyed it so much, so many different ways with so many people in my life!" she cried into his ear. "I hope you like it as much as I do." She stopped and took a bite of the crisp, brown toast and it crunched loudly in her half-open mouth.
Greedily, like little children, they dipped their fingers into the caviar bowl, each offering the other a coated finger to suck on.
Eddie licked the caviar off Jan's index finger and groaned. Not too suddenly, he threw his head back and laughed heartily as if he'd just played a big joke on someone. "This is a dream, Jan baby!" he cried, gasping for air. "We're gonna wake up and find we've been home all damn weekend!"
The other couples had preferred to take their breakfast more conventionally-on the sheltered patio. Adele had put a towel down on the chair so her bare ass wouldn't stick to it. Besides, she thought wildly, what if the chair turns me on? Nothing is impossible anymore, she thought, as she remembered the past day and Friday night ... no, nothing is impossible! Fleeting random thoughts raced through her head, the most exciting of which was the remembrance of the night before with cocks and pussies smashing into her from all directions.
She wanted to laugh loudly, insanely, as she wondered what Martin's very prim and proper boss would think if he knew of the Gerard's private newly found sex life.
Phil chewed his food loudly then sucked the strip of bacon, eyeing Adele's firm, sculptured body as he pulled the strip tauntingly in and out of his thick lips. "Come here, baby," he said leering at Adele's not-too-shocked face. "I want to fuck you good and proper today."
Adele smiled at him, trying desperately to hide the insane craving his words and tone of voice had stirred in her loins. She'd never been talked to like that before but it excited her and she felt herself screwing her ass into the towel-covered patio chair.
Erik had been watching Adele too and he was determined to get to her cunt before anyone else did this time. He smirked wickedly as he thought of the beautiful film footage he'd have after this weekend was over. He hadn't seen such a hot and horny bunch of innocents for a long time. Well, he mused, they weren't exactly innocents, but they were all fired up. He did want to get some good shots of himself screwing Adele's cunt-for posterity, he thought.
Erik was standing over her now. Adele could feel his eyes staring a hole right through her. It was eerie, almost as if he were reading her thoughts. She looked down, hoping to avoid his sexually exciting vibrations but instead found herself staring directly at the cock he held in his hand. He ran his fingers up and down on its long rigid shaft and she could feel more than see his anticipations. For the first time in years, Adele blushed , . her face becoming a pinkish crimson mask. Maybe, she thought, I'm blushing so much because I want to feel that cock sliding in and out of my cunt. She giggled nervously and waited for Erik to speak.
"What say, Adele, why don't we go skinny dipping?" Erik was trying to cover his Cheshire-cat grin by biting down on and sucking in his full lower lip. His deep blue eyes narrowed and became hot rays of passion as he became familiar again with every crease and pore in the voluptuous redhead's body.
"I'd be delighted!" she answered softly, afraid to betray her nervousness even at this late date. Somehow his young animal masculinity excited her much as Eddie's had, much as any young guy's good-looking body and well-proportioned cock would do.
Adele reached up and offered Erik her hand. He grabbed for it but, for a fleeting instant, held it down low so that the tips of her finely manicured fingers brushed against his turgid organ. Adele jumped, as if shocked by a low charge of electricity, then looked up into Erik's handsome face and smiled. "C'mon, Mr. Sun-God, let's skinny dip."
Holding hands, the sun-god and the stately redhead half ran toward the diving board. Being a gentleman, Erik allowed Adele to dive in first and followed her graceful swan with a high, graceful leap and single somersault. Before he hit the water he heard the applauding claps of their poolside audience. He splashed down hard, splaying a torrent of rain over the still dry group on the patio.
Slowly, gracefully, Erik swam up to Adele then turned over on his back and floated alongside her. They reached a floating lounger and he helped her climb on. Erik held on to the sides but managed to wiggle one hand free and began teasing her glistening red-haired pubic bush. "Mmmmmm-mm, Lady Red, you have a mighty sweet-looking pussy there," he whispered huskily.
"Mmmmmm-mm Mr. Sun-God, I'm glad you think so," Adele replied, shifting position to allow him better access.
Erik's moist fingers traced teasing circles, coiling in Adele's fiery red pussy hairs, pulling them then swiftly sliding down, brushing her clitoris and going past it until he felt the puckered opening of Adele's ass-hole. He gently entered it, swirled his finger around in it, and pulled out as quickly as he'd gone in.
Adele couldn't very well do much squirming on her floating bed and she knew it. Somehow the gentle rocking of the water added to the excitement and newness of this brand of sex. A new discovery! her brain loudly signaled, relaying the message to her twitching pussy. She could feel it getting wet even though Erik hadn't really done anything yet. She tried to second guess him and his next move.
"Move down a bit if you can do it withou falling off," Erik whispered. His index finge had snaked into her cunt and was gently teasin it. His thumb rubbed against her clitoris which was becoming as hard as a small pebble at his touch.
Carefully, Adele inched her way toward th end of the long rubber raft until her legs, fro the knees down, dangled in the water. Sh briefly wondered why it hadn't capsized . . maybe it was specially made for people who go sucked off while they lay on it, she thought, an giggled loudly. Adele bit down on her lip n she felt Erik's hot, wet tongue outlining he cuntal lips, those fleshy pink folds that did much to drive her insane.
Erik had maneuvered himself to the edge o the raft without once needing to extract his finger. Tingles of burning passion began to consume his eager loins as he felt Adele's puss begin to clutch and suck at his probing fingers Now, at the edge of the raft and positioned between Adele's long, tapered legs, he held to the raft tightly with one hand as he swam forward coming ever closer to her glistening snatch.
Erik had gotten a mouthful of chlorine when he'd dived and once his tongue had made contact with Adele's cunt he tasted a curious mixture o the chlorine and her salty secretions. Her slit smelled musky, excited, and Erik thought h could see her ripe pink bud reaching out toward his lapping tongue.
Slowly, Erik's lingual member squirmed around in Adele's pussy. At one point Adele had thrown her legs up and over his shoulders but he'd managed to keep his precarious balance. The coldness of the water, even though it was a heated pool, would take some getting used to, he thought, but it couldn't bring down the prominent erection he'd acquired when he tasted Adele's cunt.
Martin had been maneuvered onto a plushly upholstered reclining lounge and, before he'd realized what was happening to him, he found he was tied quite securely onto the chair. Suspicion clouded his eyes as he tried to follow Margo's moves. She disappeared for a second then quickly returned, carrying a long, square box. As she approached his feet, Margo stooped and Martin could hear the faint flicking of a switch.
Instantly, the entire chair began to vibrate. Martin felt his balls jiggling and smacking against his thighs and the chair. He became confused and wondered what she was planning to do to him, especially since he found himself in such an alien position. His silent questions were quickly answered as Margo flipped open the box and slipped a strange-looking gadget over her hand, fitting it into the palm, then snugly strapping it across the back of her hand.
Margo moved closer, then reached out and roughly lifted his prick then dropped it, grinning wickedly. "It'll be harder than that, I hope, by the time I get through," she said giving Martin an innocent child-like sweet smile.
Martin relaxed. He knew what was coming because he'd had it done to him by a whore during one of his long-term business trips. What he couldn't understand, however, was why he'd been so attached to the lounge.
With her free hand, Margo began to stroke the thick, uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the hard blood-filled head of Martin's regally erect and still rapidly growing cock. She lustfully absorbed the sadistic thrills as she watched Martin's calm features become ever more agitated with her gentle massage. Quickly, she shifted hands and now the buzzing fist closed over his turgid organ. She was half standing, half kneeling now as she gasped, watching the soft rubbery crimson tip of Martin's cock strain under its excitement.
Martin gasped and grunted loudly, straining against his tight bonds, wanting to reach down and grab Margo by that shimmering raven hair and pull her up to him like some ancient cave-woman. His struggle was futile and he knew it ... there was no way he could break the ties, no matter how much he struggled against them. He relaxed and tried to enjoy the rippling vibrations shooting through his sex-oriented body.
Margo had become hypnotized by the movement of her vibrating fist up and down the rock-hard shaft. She licked at her dry, bloodless lips and sucked in a great gulp of air, trying to calm her jangling nerves. Insane thoughts rocketed crazily through her brain ... she wanted to taste Martin's blood ... Margo remembered one of her old partners whom she used to bite until she broke the skin and sucked in his blood. No, she thought, it's too soon to give these guys that kind of treatment. They'd think I was some kind of viper or something like that.
She stared down along the entire length of Martin's long rigid cock to the heavy, hair-fringed sac of his testicles resting comfortably on the vibrating lounge. Her vibrating hand stroked Martin's stiff prick and she felt him writhe and groan loudly under her ministrations. She drew back the foreskin with two fingers, exposing the glistening head again, the pulsating glans, then, buzzingly manipulating the thick, outer fleshy covering back and forth. Margo's mind was completely saturated with nothing else but the hot, hard feel of Martin's cock captured within her tormenting fist.
Margo slid her hand down to the base of Martin's cock, crouched down lower, then drew in her breath and flicked her snake-like tongue out, bringing it into warm, wet contact with the spongy tip. She heightened the teasing, swirling her tongue around his cock slowly, excitedly while Martin helplessly twisted and jerked beneath her taunting until her tongue tip finally found the narrow split at its tips and wiggled into it.
"Sit on my face, baby," Martin cried, gasping for air as he cried out. "Please ... just give me some of that sweet cunt...."
She twisted around, slowly maneuvering into the soixante-neuf position while trying to maintain the teasing, buzzing torment of her vibrating hand.
Margo felt her temper quickly rising as she felt Martin's sharp teeth sink into the fleshy, soft part of her thighs. Wouldn't you guess it, she mused, the prick bastard would pick the most sensitive spot on my whole goddamn leg! In her anger, she squeezed his cock with her vibrating hand, bearing down on it as if she were trying to dig into his flesh with the jiggling machine.
Instead of releasing his toothy hold on her thigh, Martin bit down still harder, grinding the soft, tender skin tightly between his teeth. Even when he felt her painful response to his bite, he couldn't and didn't want to let go. Somehow, for some stupid reason, the reciprocal pain felt good. Yes, he could even feel his cock trembling excitedly as she squeezed the fucking vibrator into his skin.
Suddenly, Martin let go of Margo's thigh and sought another area to attack. His tongue grazed the tip of her clitoris and he quickly returned to that spot and sucked the pink nub between his teeth, grinding it as he had done with her thigh.
Phil sat silently, champagne glass in hand, leering lecherously at Jan's young, innocent-looking, unblemished and almost flawless body. Her cunt didn't look all that big from what he could see and he briefly wondered if his cock would tear her apart. Thoughts of ravaging the girl's body filtered through his spinning brain, each to be cast off in favor of a more exciting idea. The short, stocky man quickly gulped down the rest of the fizzing liquid and sauntered over to the nylon-webbed deck lounger Jan occupied.
"Mind if I keep you company?" he asked softly, trying desperately to control the evil, sadistic thoughts still racing through his reeling brain. He started to sit on the cement patio, but she spread her legs invitingly and motioned for him to sit there instead. Grinning, he silently accepted and seated himself sideways, throwing her leg over his lap.
He became engrossed in the scene unfolding in the pool. He couldn't imagine how Erik had managed to stay in the water and suck hungrily on Adele's cunt too but it certainly would make a good stag film he thought. Musing, Phil wondered if anyone was making a picture of this. He laughed aloud, it was a silly idea he told himself, we're all guests here, not paid actors.
Jan was wide-eyed. She realized it had been an unbelievable weekend, but she couldn't make herself believe that anyone could get their cunt sucked while floating on a rubber raft in a huge, imagine pool and not fall off. Thinking of cocks and pussies, she thought, why don't I do something about getting something up my snatch?
Jan curled her leg tighter around Phil, feeling his cock brush against it as she tried to circle his belly. Without realizing it, she slid her hand down to her crotch and began to furiously massage her now awakened pussy with all the fingers pressed tightly together. She scooted down on the' chair until her knuckles were knocking against Phil's hip every time she bent her hand.
"Fuck me, big daddy!" she groaned loud enough to break Phil's entranced state. He jerked his head around to be met with a devilishly twinkling grin on Jan's flushed face. She teasingly twirled her index finger in her mouth, then sucked on it loudly. His eyes roved the length of her slender body and came to rest at her hairy blonde bush in which one hand was jerking perceptibly.
"Sure, baby," he grunted, "I'll fuck you." Phil disentangled her leg then straightened the chair and pulled her legs apart with his short, muscular arms, holding them high up in the air as he leered down into her cunt.
"You bet I'll fuck you.'" he cried, panting. "I'm gonna fuck you like you really want to be fucked, baby doll. Yes, baby, this time you're gonna get exactly what you're asking for!"
Jan stared at him long and hard, letting his coarse language sink right down to the tip of her clitoris where she wanted it most. Phil frightened her ... his short animal-like body and the rough attitude he showed when excited. She knew she wanted to be fucked by him, she wanted to feel his balls slapping against her ass, to feel his cock plunging in and out of her ... tearing her apart. Jan almost screamed a shrill yes but choked it back, realizing that he could probably see her hunger all over her face.
She slid her hands under her hips and jerked upwards, towards his fleshy face. "Fuck it, daddy," she gasped. "Fuck it like you really want to fuck it ... hard ... hurt me ... hurt mee-eee!"
Phil let go of one leg and it dangled idly as he wrapped his fist around his thick, heavy bulging cock and aimed it straight at the center of Jan's raw pink cunt. He parted the folds of skin with his fingers, then positioned the rigid organ. He let go of it and, with a powerful thrust, pushed the head through into her coral, velvety cunt. Quickly his hand darted out to grab her leg again as he pushed himself further into Jan's twitching channel.
Phil was trying to steel himself against the lustful sadistic reactions of his body. He held tightly to Jan's legs as his eyes lustfully locked on her magnificent, naked loveliness, the jutting and bouncing of her full and taut young breasts, the flowing, soft expanse of her creamy white belly which was quivering in ripples at his attack.
He tried to slide his thick cock in and out slowly at first, then gradually increased the tempo. His nerve ends blazed as he built the tenseness to a crescendo and he dug his fingers into the soft flesh of Jan's calves.
Lena had been examining the diving board, for what she couldn't really remember, when she'd found what looked like some sort of handcuffs welded under the board. She also found a halter-type affair and promptly asked Eddie to help her get positioned into it. After donning the halter and having Eddie lock the cuffs, she sort of dangled helplessly over the seven-foot-deep water. When she asked Eddie to help her get out of it, he smiled and danced around the pool's edge holding his jumping prick in one hand.
"No, Lena," he answered. "That get-up must be used for something, so why don't we find out about it while you're still in it?"
"Eddie, it hurts," she replied calmly, still thinking he was joking about finding out what the set-up really was.
"No, really, I'm serious," he answered, then chuckled to himself. Stopping to think, Eddie sat at the pool's edge under the diving board, his feet dangling in the cool water. When he looked up he realized that she was close enough to fuck.
Eddie felt like a little boy who'd just discovered a nice, bright and shiny new toy. Lena hung low enough and close enough that he could easily put her cunt over his cock without str. aching. The rest would be up to him and she couldn't do anything about it. Gleefully, he clapped his hands.
"I've got it!" he cried, pulling the dangling body toward him and thrusting his young loins up until his cock rested near Lena's cunt.
Fear masked the older woman's face. No! she thought, he wouldn't fuck me like this. Why, I'd never be able to come in such an uncomfortable position.
Eddie scooted forward until most of his ass had slid off the cement and was suspended in the air. His movement, he quickly found, added additional force and caused his prick to slide up still further into Lena's hot, moist pussy. Even Lena quickly forgot the uncomfortableness of her position as she attempted to screw herself onto Eddie's stiff organ. She found that if she pressed down hard enough, her body weight would do the rest. Eddie steadied her hips with his strong hands and pulled her down closer. As he pulled, he noticed the halter seemed to be elastic so that if he pulled down hard enough it gave and stretched to a more comfortable length.
The couple worked with the halter contraption for approximately ten minutes before giving up on the idea. "It's too much extra work," Eddie said hoarsely as he started to untie her. Eddie's grip failed and Lena's body splaehed down into the water. Her fingertips clutched at the edge of the pool and she found herself staring into the tip of Eddie's cock.
Well, she thought, if Erik can suck someone off and stay in the water, so can I. She wrapped her hands as far around Eddie's body as she could possibly get them then her head dove straight between his crotch. Lena buried her nose in the curly light blonde hairs lining and fringing the prominently erect organ. She licked greedily around the nest and the base of Eddie's cock, tasting the pungent sweet-sourness of his sex. "Do you like it this way?" she asked, punctuating her question with deep guttural moans that bubbled up from her crotch.
"Yeah, Mama, suck it for me!" Eddie cried back. He felt his parched lips and tried to moisten them, gulping down large draughts of air. Eddie grabbed the sides of Lena's head and pressed it down harder into his balls. One finger idly teased her ear, outlining it then screwing its way inside. Lena shook her head, trying vainly to get him to stop.
"Damn, bitch!" Eddie yelled. "Suck it ... just suck that fuckin' hard dong of mine. Suck it, I tell you!" Eddie's voice trailed off as he felt the warm, wet oval of Lena's good cocksucking mouth hover over the tip of his throbbing prick.
Lena sunk her mouth down on the rigid shaft, then pulled up, grazing its side with her well-trained teeth. Her burning fingertips raked at Eddie's hips, cutting sharply into his skin as she dug even deeper.
Eddie pushed down harder on the top of her head. "God," he moaned loudly. "Yes, Mama, that's it! Suck it!" Slowly, Eddie started rhythmically undulating his hips, rocking" his rigid, carnally swollen cock in and out of Lena's perfectly ovaled mouth with a wet sucking sound.
Greedily, Lena plunged her mouth down over Eddie's throbbing cock. She wanted to suck this beautiful prick ... suck the sweet juices out of his young loins and feel it shooting hotly down her mouth and throat. Oh, God, how she wanted this cock!
Wild-eyed, Margo watched her crazily tingling hand slide up and down Martin's cock. She pulled the head of his cock back towards his belly, while with the vibrating hand she started working up and down, this time or the underside of the thick, regal cock. Her buzzing fingertips slid down to its hairy base almost to Martin's balls, then she'd start moving it back up again, slowly, until her fingertips lightly clutched at the tip of the rock-hard prick.
Once she'd maneuvered her throbbing land back up again, Margo coiled her fingers around its thickness and sucked the flaming tip into her hungering, ovaled mouth. Slowly, she started a bump and grind ballet, lightly hovering over Martin's face before grinding down onto it furiously. Animal-like grunts escaped her salivating crimson lips as she licked and greedily nibbled at the captured organ.
Martin felt as if the folds of Margo's twitching pussy were clawing at his tongue, forcing it to go still deeper into its hot cavern. Delightful chills covered his body like so many tiny fingertips lightly brushing his hairy masculinity. The vibrations of the chair coupled with Margo's teasing hand would surely drive him completely insane, he thought, trying to control his overwhelming emotions.
Margo's knees ground down into his shoulders painfully. Martin wished his hands were free so he could grab a delightfully rounded ass cheek and sink his fingers into it. Every time he opened his eyes to look up, her cunt came slamming down and his nose got buried in the crack of her ass. Martin smelled it and his nostrils flared wildly as he experimentally eased his tongue tip upwards toward Margo's ass-hole.
Martin raised his head and strained toward the puckered opening, now even more greedily lapping at it and attempting to squirm his tongue into it. He felt the weight over him press down, giving him freer access to it. He tried to sink his teeth into the soft flesh around it and pull her ass down more so he wouldn't have to fight so hard to reach it, but the surface was too smooth and he succeeded only briefly before he had to relinquish his grip.
As the vibrator wildly buzzed its way along his shaft, Martin moaned displeasurably. His hips jerked upwards, twitching, squirming, straining to leap off the chair. Margo noticed and plunged down wantonly, forgetting the vibrator and furiously bobbing her head along its length.
Suddenly Martin's dam was violently unleashed and he shot thick creamy streamers through Margo's mouth and down her silky, gulping throat. Margo pulled on it, milking it for every last drop as her vibrating hand cupped and rhythmically squeezed his balls.
Still dripping the creamy fluid from her oral cavity, Margo howled as Martin's tongue sent a flaming charge up from her ass-hole. Her whole body began to flap wildly as she tossed her head in sheer abandon from one side to the other. "Aaaarrgh ... Martin, I'm comming!" she cried. Her silky raven locks whipped against her face as she jerked and flailed in orgiastic satisfaction. "Oh, God, Martin ... I'm commming!" she yelled. "I'm commming ... I'm comming. Suck it, baby! I'm commming!"
Margo's hoarse wild cries spurred Martin on to more forceful strokes, licking and lapping from her clitoris up to the crack of her ass. Martin tasted the liquids oozing out of Margo's grinding cunt and swallowed it greedily before his head fell back, exhausted.
Adele strained to coil her gazelle-like legs around Erik's neck. She thought she could almost feel the bulging cords of his veins rubbing against her thighs. Her body was so super-aware now of everything, every little hair, every drop of moisture ... Adele knew it would take her a week if not more to calm down to normal living after this weekend.
Erik's tongue was teasingly snaking around the fleshy brown and coral cunt lips, his nose buried in the hairy fringe of Adele's pussy. He nibbled at it, bit down on it, sucked it into his mouth, then drew away and teased it.
"Erik," Adele gasped. "Oh, Erik, let's get out of the water!" She tried to reach and grab his head but couldn't and satisfied herself instead by massaging her own body.
"Mmmmmm-mm," came his muffled reply as he vigorously attacked the tip of her burning clitoris.
"Erik, pleeeez!" she cried through clenched teeth. "I ... I want to feel your cock in me ... in my cunt ... oh, Erik, it needs you there so much!"
Erik pulled his head out of her crotch. He was surprised at the suddenness of Adele's request but, obediently began to paddle and maneuver the large raft closer to the pool's edge.
As soon as they reached the edge of the water, Adele reached out and gripped the concrete. Gracefully, she half slid her body off the raft and onto the cold stone.
"Hurry, Erik." she gasped hoarsely. "Please hurry!"
Erik pulled his dripping body out of the water. The air chilled him and he wished he had a damn towel to pat at least some of the water off. He didn't even have time to look for one as Adele urgently pulled him down on top of her. Their mouths met. Adele's gaping cavity quickly sucked Erik's thick tongue into its moistness, greedily pulling on the lingual member until she felt her facial muscles tighten and twitch from the sudden strain. She pushed Erik away gently, then raised her knees and hugged them tightly to her heaving chest.
"Now, Erik!" she cried. "Fuck me now!"
Erik's cock felt like a thick, lead pipe ... cold and steel hard ... as it pressed against the opening of her slit. Adele's knees ached from the unfamiliar and uncomfortable position she'd put herself into but the urgency of the matter was foremost in her mind. She could feel the walls of her pussy parting slowly as he eased his thick shaft between them.
Erik liked hard fucking. He always had. He eased it until he felt the warm fleshy walls open up and then he could give that one big lunge and bury his long prick deep inside, as far as it could possibly go.
Mercilessly, Adele's lust-twisting body was smashed hard down against the concrete with a resounding thud as Erik slammed his hardened organ into her belly, pushing aside any other barriers of her cunt in one long, deep lunge.
"Oh, God! Aaaaaarrgh!" Adele was unable to finish as she felt the cock inside her ease a bit and again begin to slowly, gently, glide in and out of her oozing pussy.
Without warning, Erik lunged forward again, smashing against her cervix with a grinding lunge. Powerfully, he thrust his muscular body on her, screwing her twitching buttocks into the cold concrete patio.
Erik's lust-deranged body did not again slow his unrelenting rhythm. Each following pistoning thrust became seemingly deeper and more powerful than the one before. Adele could see nothing but bright circles of light flashing in front of her eyes like dozens of exploding flashbulbs.
"Hard!" she cried. "Fuck me hard, baby! Oh, God, ram it in me ... tear me apart ... fuck me hard!"
Lunge after lunge disappeared in the warm, hot depths of Adele's aching cunt, every new thrust sending mind-blowing jolts of excitement through her tense, exploding naked body.
Erik pumped into the redhead's body like a hot-blooded stallion, helping to push her legs almost up to her shoulders so that his powerful thrusts drove his long, hard prick deeper still into her twitching hole. Erik's stiff prick slithered between the grasping, clutching wet lips of Adele's pussy, squeezing it like a strong fist as it drove deeper and deeper inside.
Again and again his rigid prick tunneled its way into the hungry, greedily sucking lips of her clenching slit, and with each additional smashing thrust, part of Adele's mind tried to tell her she couldn't take any more of that kind of violent fucking. Each time the cock seemed to be pounding into her quivering belly ... driving upwards ... towards her throat.
Erik's wet and sweat-coated body trembled lightly as he eased his pounding rhythm to a slow, deep-thrusting pace, gently sawing his prick in and out of the clutching pussy with long, smooth strokes. Slowly, Erik eased his wet, glistening shaft out of the eager lips of Adele's cunt until only the tip remained in its hot clutches. Gently, he pushed forward in swift, smooth moves, his prick quickly disappearing between the burning, moist folds of her pinkish flesh until it buried itself to the base.
With each additional thrust, Erik's aching balls slapped wetly against Adele's ass crack, turned up high off the concrete by the painful position she was attempting to maintain.
Adele's eyes were open wide, her long auburn hair fanning out behind her in a soft swirl on the cold, unmoving concrete.
"Oh, yes! That's it! You've got it, Erik!" Adele mumbled loudly through her tightly clenched teeth. Erik had found and maintained just the right pace, and she was spurring him on, her oozing juices lubricating her burning, fleshy vaginal walls as he rocked into her again and again.
She ground her crotch up to meet his deep thrusts, trying to keep her position and reach for his buttocks to pull him still closer to her explosive body. Erik pressed forward, forcing his long, rigid prick even further into her womb.
Adele's orgasm which had been too long in coming welled up inside her belly like a raging oil well fire, making her head swim. She could feel her blood hotly coursing through her veins and a million stars exploded in her face.
Her toes curled as she dropped her legs to the concrete, feeling the flood of her juices mingling with the thick heavy spurts coming out of Erik's still twitching cock. Erik lunged forward one final time, then collapsed on top of her, letting her cuntal muscles milk every last drop out of him before he let it slither out.
Gradually, Phil and Jan tumbled to the cold concrete where they'd reversed positions. Jan crouched on all fours with her ass waving high up. Even as she felt the blood rush to her head, Jan bit down on her lower lip and waited for the animal assault she knew would come.
Phil spit on his hand and moistened the dry, bulging head of his heavy, thick-veined iron pole. He didn't particularly like "dry runs," even though they did manage to get nice and juicy once they got going. After he'd moistened the tip, he reached low and ran two fingers roughly along Jan's sensitive pink hair-lined slit. He brought his hand to his lips and licked Jan's come off it. Inhaling deeply, he smelled his fingers, almost tasting her pussy.
Grunting, Phil's stocky body leaned forward and his hand gripped Jan's hips-her "Love handles," he'd remembered Lena's phrase-beads of sweat formed on his massive head, the bald top becoming even more shiny in the glaring sunlight. Slowly, he eased his lust-inflated cock past the fleshy folds of Jan's sensitive cuntal passage, grinning like a madman. He shudderingly bucked his body forward, sending the pulsating, heavy shaft straight into her.
As the bulblous head of Phil's cock pummeled into her, Jan could feel the ragged, wet, and swollen flanges of her excited cunt twitch, trying to grasp it tightly, almost like having her cunt suck on his cock instead of her mouth. She writhed her hips and raised her squirming buttocks still higher, trying to help.
There was something child-like yet wanton in Jan's beauteous, curvaceous body that set Phil off. Sexually, he had craved and possessed women all his life ... but this one! ... this almost child/abandoned Valkyrie! Already his hairy loins were churning with their ravaging passion. The twitching, biting tight lips of her cock-hungry cunt ... Phil couldn't stand it any longer.
Violently, he rammed the full length of his wet, swollen shaft into her ... racing up to her belly. He imagined himself as having a giant cock at that moment, thrusting it deep into Jan's tightly resisting hole, jackhammering until she screamed for help.
Jan couldn't scream even though the jarring lunge had nearly taken her breath away. She jerked convulsively, the erotic, painful shock of his thick cock smashing into her belly. She almost laughed as she imagined looking like some kind of a pregnant cow being rutted by a stalking bull. She stretched backwards, screwing her ass onto the drilling steely cock.
Phil's sperm-bloated balls smacked loudly against the hair-fringed outer edge of Jan's oozing pussy. They dangled defenselessly, waiting to be sucked up by some phantom mouth.
Violently, Jan's screwing ass increased its tempo and she reminded one of a doubled-over Watusi dancer or a drunken stripper as she ground her hips 'round and 'round toward the lunging cock. "Harder ... fuck me harder!" Jan cried. "Oh, Christ ... ram it in me ... ram it in me ... ram IT in meeeee!"
Phil rammed furiously, battering his way deeper and deeper into her clutching cunt. He felt his ass tense and twitch and he pumped faster ... as fast as he could get it going ... until the thick, viscous fluids shot out of him in burning streams. He twitched and spurted his life-giving seed into her cunt, convulsing as he very slowly jackhammered into Jan's pussy ... a hammer at very low speed, he thought.
Jan's legs splayed out and she pitched forward, still twitching, on the cold concrete patio.
Lena's fingers furiously drove into her wildly excited cunt ... traveling faster than the eye could catch. Her cheeks hollowed then filled obscenely as she drained the beginning of Eddie's sticky come, swallowing it in loud gulps like so much extra-rich milk.
"Suck it all out, big Mama!" Eddie cried hoarsely. "C'mon, bitchin' lady ... suck my come ... swallow it ... coat your quivering belly with-my fuckin' juice!" He babbled and moaned almost incoherently as his head twisted onto the concrete.
She sucked ... taking all she could, all he had to offer from his young quaking loins. Still she wanted more. Hoping vainly for another surge of life, Lena continued to suck on Eddie's cock until she plunged her four fingers into her own cunt to ease the passionate pain.
Sunday evening was spent relaxing from the day's earlier strenuous activities. Still neither the hosts nor guests bothered with cumbersome clothing, instead preferring to sit around in the buff, laughing and joking about the weekend.
"You know, we've managed to meet some single adult swingers," Margo commented. "They're really wild, groovy people. From what we know, most of this group lives in some singles-type apartment building or something like that."
"Yes," Erik interrupted. "We're planning to have a wild party up here one of these nights and invite most of the really uninhibited folks to join in." He reached down to the coffee table for his martini, waiting in the silence for some reaction from this weekend's house guests.
Suddenly everyone started talking almost at once, approving of the venture and attempting to decide whether or not to join in the revelry.
Martin acted as the spokesman for the assembled group. "It sounds pretty good, but we'll talk it over at home and see what we decide." .
Erik cleared his throat. "Fair enough with us."
Margo appeared in the doorway, modeling a strange-looking outfit. Made of a kind of latex rubber, her head-to-toe suit reminded one of a scuba diver's uniform. She paraded into the room, pirouetting in the midst of the group.
"This," announced Erik, "is one of the most popular "whipping' outfits some of our past guests have used. You see, the rubber blankets the impact of the whip, yet the suit wearer feels the tingling."
A ripple of laughter echoed in the large, high-ceilinged room. Glasses clinked as Phil proposed a toast to "drink to that."
"And that's not all this outfit is good for," Erik continued, "It has a drop seat for easy access in case rubber-suit balling is your bag." He laughed heartily as Margo disappeared from the room.
Phil's deep voice boomed from the center of the huddled group. "Hey, shit, why don't we play some cock charades?"
Since no one answered, Phil continued, "Well, you know, it's not a hard game at all. In fact, my next-door neighbor and I came up with the idea one night after we'd seen a couple of juicy stag flicks."
Martin's rich, sophisticated voice broke into Phil's monologue. "Hell, if we're going to play with cocks, why don't we do it for real? It feels much better that way!"
"We're going to play games all right," Margo purred from the doorway. "Erik is everyone's slave for the evening. One at a time and everyone will get serviced."
She looked menacing and frighteningly resembled a sleek, black panther as she entered the room, clad in tight-fitting leather. Her one hand wielded a wicked-looking whip and she snapped it wildly into the air.
"C'mon, honey, let's enjoy the evening the right way," she whispered loudly as she approached Erik. "Who would you like to start with?"
"It doesn't matter to me," Erik mumbled. "I obey anything my kind, gentle mistress commands."
"Fine, just fine," the panther purred. "Let's start with Martin Gerard!"
Eyebrows went up excitedly, expectantly all over the room. Margo leaned over and flicked a hidden switch ... instantly the room was bathed in the same sort of blue/amber lights that first met the guests on Friday night.
The cruel-looking whip whistled in the room and landed, with a resounding splat on Erik's bare back. He cowered and crawled, rather than walked towards Martin's seated figure. Again the whip crackled ... splat! splat! Whistling noises mingled with Erik's low moans to turn the room into a large sound track studio ... splat! splat!
Fascinated, Martin scooted to the edge of his seat as he watched the sun-bronzed figure crawling toward him. He'd never been sucked off by another guy before but it didn't matter now. His brain was alive with millions of flashing and fading images. Soon he felt the hot warm breath puffing before his crotch. He sat still ... waiting.
Erik held Martin's cock firmly between his fingers as he began to lick his way up from its hairy base ... splat! splat! Silence ... he hated being humiliated this way, but whenever Margo got into one of those moods there was no way of stopping her.
Phil and Eddie quickly found themselves with enormous and sore hard-ons. In fact, Phil tried to stop himself by thinking nonsexual thoughts, but the lewd spectacle of Erik and Martin had excited him ... was exciting him.