Jason Cannon

Weekend orgy

CHAPTER ONE

Allison Dare closed her eyes as he gathered her lush body into his arms and kissed her insistently. She felt his tongue search her throat as it darted in and out between her full lips like the driving tongue of a lusting snake.

"Oh, baby… baby, sweet baby," he moaned, his hands running up and down her smooth back, now and then cupping the roundness of her full, fleshy butt-cheeks with his fingers.

She answered his kiss with her own darting tongue and pulled her head back slightly. He came after her and kissed her again. She surrendered to him and again she closed her eyes. She tried to remember what he looked like. She couldn't. But it made no difference. He had a huge, thick prick. She knew this because she had just felt it in the bar twenty minutes before. Her hand had run up his thigh and played with it until it was rock-hard. When she was pleased with its size, width and length, she again started listening to his conversation. If she hadn't been pleased with his cock, she would have told him to get lost.

"You… uh… just what would you like to do tonight, baby?" he asked.

"I'd like to go around the corner to my apartment and fuck your brains out."

As soon as he had gained his tongue back and his strength, they had left the bar. They walked around the corner and down Eighty-fourth Street until they reached her brownstone. He had played with her tits all the way up the four flights to her apartment door. The second the door clicked behind them he had grabbed her and started kissing her.

She didn't mind. She didn't care. Sex was what she had brought him up there for, and kissing was the beginning for sex.

Allison was hot… hot as hell. She felt his fingers roaming at will over her tits and ass. His thick hard-on pushed like a probe against her cloth-covered belly.

As he started working the zipper down on her dress, she thought of asking his name. But she didn't bother. It didn't really matter; his cock had a name. Cock – and that was all she really cared about. She even forgot what he had said he liked to do sexually as his hand hit the wet gash of her cunt through her quickly waking panties.

"Oh, Jim… please," she moaned, "quick. Let's do something."

"My name is Louie," he said.

"Oh, yeah. I'm sorry," Allison replied, opening her eyes at last. He wasn't bad-looking. Much better than the previous night's entertainment. But then looks didn't mean very much to Allison either. It was cock she wanted – big, hard cock. She told him so in no uncertain terms. "I want your cock. I want all of it in all of me. I want to hurt with it," she moaned.

"Well then, let's get with it, baby," he rasped.

"The bedroom's in there."

He started to pick her up and then hesitated. He had felt suspicious of this too-good-to-be-true situation all the way from the bar. It just wasn't normal, this girl's open eagerness for his cock. Maybe, he thought, she was just another hooker. But he was hot and she was beautiful. What if she was a hooker? She looked good enough that he would probably be willing to pay for it.

"What's this roll in the hay about to cost me, baby?"

Her eyes flashed immediately at him in anger. "It'll cost you plenty if you don't fuck me good – I mean real good. I'll pull your balls off and scratch your Goddamn eyes out."

"Okay, okay, don't get your shit hot." He tickled the wiry hair snaking out from the crotchband of her panties beneath her skirt. "Don't you worry, honey," he chuckled. "I'll fuck you good all right." He slid his hand under her and rammed a finger up her pussy-hole, shoving the material of her panties tight along with it. "Now let's get naked."

"Why?" she teased. "I figured you're such a fucking stud you wouldn't wait to get your clothes off."

"Oh now let's don't be cute. When I fuck, I fuck naked." He put his lips up close to her ear. "Besides, I want to suck your gooey cunt. I dig the shit out of eating pussy."

Sweeping her into his arms, he carried her to the bed and gingerly lowered her in such a way that the top of her dress, where he had already unzipped it, rolled down from her shoulders, exposing her fantastic tits. He gasped when he saw the half-moons swelling in huge relief above the skimpy bra.

"You like?" she said.

"I love, baby," he said, his lips dripping spittle just looking at her tits.

She shivered and not from the cold. Sensing her passion, he stood and ripped his shirt and pants from his body. Allison was out of her mind with the need for his cock, she gripped his shorts and tore them from his body. She had her turn to gasp when she saw his cock. It had grown an awfully lot from the time she had felt it in the bar. And the head was the strangest she had ever seen. It was at least three times the size of the barrel.

She wanted it. She grasped his cock and pulled him to the bed on top of her.

Laughing, he avoided her groping fingers and twisted his body so that his head came to rest on her taut, straining boobs. Roughly he pulled the flimsy bra from her body and threw it across the room. Her huge, heaving tits literally jumped up into his face. The nipples were already huge and erect. They stood nearly an inch from the darker, silver-dollar-sized areolas beneath them.

"Jesus… Jesus, some jugs," he moaned. Cupping her left boob in his hands, he teasingly caught the hardened nipple in his half-opened mouth and began circling the tip and gradually enlarging his circle to include the whole top half of the tit with his seemingly endless tongue.

After what seemed like an eternity, Allison felt his soft fingers start a spasmodic trailing down her arched back. Lower, lower they went to her firm-fleshed bun-cheeks and then they started kneading. First the left one and then the right, his fingers now insistent, demanding entrance beyond her ass, to her cunt.

"C'mon, baby, spread your fucking legs. Open 'em up, honey. Hurry!" he sighed, probing with his fingers as his lips traced a tantalizing pattern down towards her navel.

"What… what are you doing?"

"I told you what I wanted to do, baby. I want to taste some of that sweetness and swallow a little of your fuck-juice."

Then his wild tongue was dipping to her inner thighs. Up and down her thighs it went. Now and then he would barely touch her beaver, driving her out of her mind with need. Once he dabbed quickly into her slit with the heated tip and tweaked her clitoris. She jumped and nearly screamed.

"Yes… yes…" she moaned. "Head… give me some head. Gone, I'm gone. Tongue my cunt!"

She gasped as her juices seemed to burn her insides to the point where she would have a come without even having his prick inside her.

Unhurriedly, he lowered his lips to her cunt. He ground his tongue through her cunt-fur and began sucking. His tongue jammed in and out of her sopping pussy as his cheeks hollowed, sucking and swallowing her sweet juices.

"Baby, let your cunt flow. Make it pour. Make it pour right into my mouth. I love the taste of cunt-cum. Come in my mouth quick! Please, let it flood! Now! Give it to me now!"

As his tongue jabbed frantically into her dripping cunt, she shoved forward, trying to get even more of it inside her hole. With a body-shuddering lunge she locked her legs around his head, grasped the back of his neck with her raking fingernails, and let go. She felt the storm of passion-filled juices well up in her belly and begin their ecstatic gush that ended deep in his throat. Momentarily it released Allison from the intense burning sexual need that she lived with twenty-four hours of every day.

But only for seconds.

As his tongue continued to lap and suck her snatch, she was brought at once to a second peak.

"Yes! Yesss! Suck faster! Suck, honey, suck it deeper! Deeper! Faster! Honey, it's coming again, my pussy is coming again! Suck it harder and stick your tongue up in there! It's coming!Now!"

With an involuntary shudder she thrashed about so wildly that his head was thrown from side to side by her flailing, quivering legs.

"Now! Now! Fuck me!" she screwed. "Fuck meeee! Stick your fucking cock up my cunt! Now, hurry!"

She was a wild woman, but the juices of her come had somewhat soothed him. He took his time. He kissed her thighs, licking up all the juices and the damp sweat he found there. Kneeling between her outstretched thighs, he applied his mouth to the parted lips of her sopping pussy once again. He tongued her out thoroughly, spooning the juice from the pouch of her creaming cunt. The more he licked the more he dried her out. Bat the second he would stick his tongue all the way up her hole, she would start spending pussy-juice all over again.

She was weird and wild. But he loved it. He had never before had a woman who loved sex like this. There was just no giving her enough. Her cum was all over his mouth and nose and chin.

"Eat me up, you sonofabitch! Eat me alive! Oh, shit! Oh, shit, piss, fuck."

His mouth and tongue was there, in her swollen gash again, slurping up her juice, licking the crack and hole of her ass. It was wonderful and she never wanted it to stop. Desire shot through her whole body like a raging forest fire.

She clapped her hands to his head, keeping his lips securely glued td her cunt. After a soothing peace came over her, she sighed once and told her lover to lie down.

"Why?"

"Just do what I tell you," she said. "You'll love it."

Now she took him, swallowing up the full length of his curving, throbbing hard-on. She kissed his cock in such a manner that he imagined his prick was resting in a bed of wet, warm velvet.

She puckered her lips, running up and along the shaft until she could feel the tiny veins throbbing. Then she went all the way, sucking in every inch of his cock, bringing him to the point where he was about to spill his hot cum down her throat.

"Get off, baby, or I'll shoot my fucking wad right down your throat."

"Wait then. Can you hold it?"

"I can now… without havin' your cunt-mouth on it like that. Jesus, where the hell did you learn to take a whole dick down your throat like that?"

She crawled on top of him, resting with her cheek next to his until his fervor lessened. Then she arched, shooting her butt up into the air, and lowered her beautiful torso until his upright cock pierced the sucking lips of her splayed cunt.

"Ohhhh, Jesus… sweet pussy," he groaned.

She tightened her body, impaled her cunt on the full length of his hard prick as she went down.

Tears seeped out of her eyes, tears of joy. She had a cock inside her cunt. It was all she lived for – a cunt full of hard, thick cock. She opened her dry mouth in a soundless cry. He had a big prick, but she didn't pause. She just kept on sinking, sheathing his dong fully, all the while working the firm cheeks of her round, perfect ass against his thighs while she swallowed his meat in her cunt.

"It's going up. It's going all the way up into my fucking stomach. Oh, shit, it's so good! Cock, cock, cock, I love cock!"

"A bit is left out, baby, just a bit. Take it! Take the whole thing!"

Every fraction of his cock was accepted, sliding up and up until it disappeared completely. Her body throbbed; she wriggled about on his staff while he rammed it up into her hungry cunt.

"It's up my cunt now, all of it. I can finally feel it up in my guts. Oh, fuck, it's good."

"Oh, sweetheart, your cunt is nice and tight," he groaned as he hunched his hips up and slapped them against her fleshy butt.

"All right, bastard, you know how to fuck, so fuck me! You know what to do, so do it. Punch up at me while I punch down. Oh, yes, like that. Oh, shit! Fuck me good!"

His prick in her tight cunt-hole was like a weapon attacking. Tight as it was, she answered wantonly, heaving her beautiful ass all aver, swinging it, finding the cheeks down at him, hammering his body with her own.

She climaxed, screaming and spilling the cream of her lust down her legs. But there seemed to be no end to need in her body. On and on they fucked, nonstop, continuous. He held fast to her luscious ass, his strong hands pulling the cheeks apart while he squirmed under her.

Five minutes went into ten, ten into a half-hour, and still they fucked, her on top and then him on top.

"Once more," she groaned. "Just once more. Come, come… please come."

"Kid, I can't – honest to God, I just can't," he mumbled.

"Yes you can. I can feel your cock getting hard again. You can come again. Try, dammit, try!" she demanded.

"All right, you fucking curd!" he screamed, anger and frustration in his voice. "You want me to come again? I'll come again all right."

Then he withdrew roughly, treating the young girl like someone he despised. He flung her on her belly and positioned his rubbery cockhead at the opening to her ass.

Beneath him she buried her head in the mattress and only smiled.

He shoved her around on the bed until she was arranged just the way he wanted her, then rammed his cock in one powerful thrust up her asshole.

Allison shrieked and shrieked, even when his wick was fully lodged in her butt. He laced his hands under her hips and roughly pulled her to him a he brutally slammed his cock in and out of her asshole like a piston.

"Now!" he shouted. "Now, you cunt! I'm comin'. I'm blowing a fucking wad up your ass! Take it, you sex-starved cunt!"

"I'm taking it and I'm loving it!" she screamed back at him. "Cream me! Cream my ass, pour it into me!"

Allison abandoned herself to the wildest pounding she had over taken in her asshole by a cock. She loved it. Never before had anybody been mad enough at her to rupture her body like this. It was fantastic.

"Baby, it's hot," ho said.

"Me, too. I'm coming again. Another climax. Ohhhhh, shit, I can feel your fuck-cream in my bowels!"

Totally exhausted, his cock still in her asshole, he toppled over onto her back.

His cock slipped from her ruptured asshole just as the doorbell started ringing incessantly.

"Go the fuck away," she said.

It rang again and again. It wouldn't go away no matter how long she tried to wait it out.

Painfully, she crawled around his inert body and off the bed. Jesus, she thought, what a cock he had. Tonight he had made a good choice. With any luck, he might even be ready to fuck again in an hour or so.

The doorbell clanged again in her ears as she pulled a robe over her shoulders and headed for the front door.

"Yeah… yeah," she shouted, "for Chrissakes I'm comin'!" She jerked open the door with one tit still thrusting heavily from her half-opened robe. Its pink nipple seemed to wink in glee at the boy in the doorway.

"Jesus!" he exclaimed.

"What's the matter with you," she growled, barely seeing the uniform, "you never see, a tit before? What the fuck do you want?"

"Telegram… for Ms. Allison Dare. Is that you?"

"Yeah."

"You gotta sign."

"All right. Where do I sign?" She scratched her name on the paper he thrust under her nose. When he withdrew it, his hand brushed across her exposed tit. "That was your tip, fucker," she said, and closed the door in his face.

Shuffling to the bar, she poured a stiff shot, downed half of it, and ripped open the envelope with her fingernail.

She drank as she read.

Dear Ms. Dare:

It has been brought to our attention that you are a young woman with free-thinking desires who leads a daring and exciting life. Because of this you are cordially invited to a weekend at our Long Island mansion the 12th, 13th, and the 14th of this month. Several other singles and couples of your (and, I might add, our) persuasion will be in attendance. The sublime theme of the weekend will be a seminar in the construction of sexual freedom. Should you desire to partake of such an event, this telegram should be considered your invitation and entree. Transportation will be provided by private car the morning of the 12th. RSVP by placing an ad in the Gazette of the 9th as follows: ALLISON-YES or ALLISON-NO. Cordially, their excellencies, Domino and Donea, the Count and Countess of LeBarron.

Allison shook the sexual cobwebs from her head and reread the telegram as she made her way back into the bedroom.

"Well… uh… I guess I'll be movin' along."

"Huh?" She looked up. He was fully dressed. She had forgotten he was there.

"I gotta be leavin', I guess," he said.

"Oh… yeah, sure. You can find the door, can't you, Fred?"

"Yeah," he said, between clenched teeth. "And the name is Louie."

"Yeah… sure," she said, sitting an the bed, raptly reading the telegram again.

She never even heard him close the door behind him.

CHAPTER TWO

The airport was jammed. Gray Hendricks moved his huge, athletic body lithely through the crowd towards the VIP lounge. He had no idea what the Countess LeBarron looked like, but if she was anything like his employees usual guests, she was short, fat and ugly. Just once he would like to see a guest of the Boyles, particularly female, under fifty.

He entered the lounge and stood by the door. With his obvious chauffeur's uniform, and the Boyle crest on his cap, he was sure her highness, or whatever she was, would find him. Several women passed him with several kinds of looks. Some glanced at the uniform and dismissed him as part of the furniture. Gray didn't mind, he was used to that. Being a driver for rich old couples in the summer gave him money to ski all winter. And that's all he really wanted out of life anyway – himself and snow. Anything below five thousand feet was shit.

A trim little brunette, about twenty, with heavy swaying tits, walked by where he stood and paused for a moment. She looked put the uniform to the wide, heavily developed shoulders, trim waist and hips, and the almost perfect features topped with a full head of curly blond hair.

She obviously liked what she saw.

She smiled. Gray smiled back and started to speak when a voice at his shoulder halted him.

"Hendricks?"

He turned as the brunette's smile went sour. He only heard the click of her heels as she walked away. His eyes were very occupied with the woman in front of him. She was excitingly beautiful, with aquiline features, jet-black hair, and a well-developed and proportioned figure on a frame only a few inches shorter than his own six feet. Gray guessed her age at about thirty, but was sure that she could pass for early twenties if she were in soft light and totally nude.

"Yes, ma'am. Are you…?"

"The Countess Donea LeBarron. You seemed surprised, or does your mouth always hang open like that?"

"No, ma'am," he said, regaining all of his composure at once and smiling. "I was just expecting someone a great deal older."

"I suppose that's a compliment," she said, turning away from him. "I have only one bag… there. Shall we go?"

He guided her to the exit and held the door. His heart jumped a few quick beats when they stepped into the bright sunlight of the vast parking lot. It was very obvious that the Countess was not wearing a slip. He could clearly see the outlines of her trim, full thighs through the thin material of her dress. As they walked and his eyes became more adjusted to the light, he also noticed that the dress molded too perfectly to her rounded butt-cheeks and the cleft between them. He realized that the Countess wore no underwear at all.

She took his arm in hers and again his breath caught in his throat. The side of a huge, firm tit, unhindered by a bra, rubbed like a soft flame against his bicep. As she adjusted the shoulder bag on her other side, the tit did wild, crazy things up and down his arm. He was glad the coat he wore was longer than normal in the front. His cock was rock-hard.

"I'll sit in front with you," she said, as he unlocked the big luxury car.

Gray handed her into the front seat on the passenger side. He thought her actions very strange and familiar for a Countess, but he enjoyed the view of the long, tapering bare legs as she allowed her skirt to carelessly ride up when she slid into the seat.

"It's a big car," she said.

"Mrs. Boyle likes a lot of comfort," Gray said. He almost added, "when she fucks her chauffeur in the woods," but he didn't.

He deposited the single flight bag in the boot and eased his tall frame under the wheel on the driver's side. As he started the engine, he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. She was leaning back in the seat, her head resting tilted back, against the support.

His eyes floated downward over the smooth swell of her tits as the powerful motor roared into life. The calves of her legs were drawn back against the seat and her knees had slumped apart. The hem of her dress had ridden far up those sleek thighs. It rested only inches from her cunt-mound.

She didn't seem to notice or care. Gray knew if he leaned just a little forward, he could see it all.

The hell with it, he thought. The snow was only a couple of months away. It wasn't worth the risk.

Carefully, he wheeled the big car through the parking lot and into the rush of traffic. Soon they were on the main highway heading towards the distant mountains and the Boyle estate.

The Countess was silent for several miles, and Gray thought that she had fallen asleep. His mind had adjusted to the wealth of bare flesh being exposed beside him to such a degree that the bulge in his pants had almost disappeared.

When he swung off the main highway into a smaller road that wound for miles up into the hills, she spoke. "Is there anyplace we could stop for a drink? I'd love one."

"There's a pull-out bar in the back of the front seat," he replied. "The glasses are under the armrest. I'll pull over up ahead."

"Never mind," she said. "Keep driving. I'll get it myself."

She swiveled in the seat and slid up on her knees. As she strained her body into the back seat, he leaned back and turned his head slightly to take in the view. The farther she strained, the higher went her skirt. He had been wrong. She did have panties on, but they were so minuscule that he could clearly see the dark outline of her beaver and the even crease of her ass through the flimsy material.

His cock leaped to attention once again. He turned his head a little more. A tiny bit of material had gathered in the slot between her cuntlips and some of her dark hair had crawled outside the crotchband of the white panties. Her buttcheeks were twin globes of firm flesh that folded under in matching lines that formed a cross with the back of her thighs. At the center of the cross was the dark patch of her cunt.

He yearned to lean over and slide his tongue between her cheeks.

"Do you want one?" she asked.

"What? Oh, no, thank you," he replied, shifting his eyes back to the road as she turned back around.

This time she didn't face completely forward in the seat. She was leaning her back against the passenger door.

Her left foot was planted in the seat, her right still rested on the floor. Her knees were splayed apart and he could see up those smooth thighs to the rich roundness of her crotch. Tendrils of curly black cunt hair escaped around the leg hems of her silk undies. The thick labes were fully defined. Every curve was etched clearly into the double ply of panties.

He bit his lip as he let his eyes travel sideways and down to the exposed area of her cunt. He could see her muscles twitching up and down the smooth inner flesh of her thighs. He was sure he could make out the pink flesh of her slit through the stretched material of her panties.

Tiny beads of sweat popped out on his forehead as his eyes traveled up to meet hers. Her dark eyes were flashing merrily. She was laughing at him.

Jesus, he thought, did she want him to lay her? Or was this some kind of silly, fucking game she liked to play?

"Sure you don't want to have a drink with me, Hendricks?"

"I… uh… can't while I'm working," he said.

"Do you like your work, Hendricks?"

She was baiting him far some reason, and he knew it. He longed to sway his head back around and feast his eyes again on the near-naked perfection between her splayed legs. "It's all right, and it's bread-money. I mean."

"What do you do with your money?"

"I guess you'd call me a ski bum. I work all summer and ski all winter."

"Then you pursue your pleasure at all costs," she said.

"I guess you could say that."

"So do I," she said, her voice becoming slightly more strident. "Only, the pleasure I pursue is sex." He smiled, but didn't reply. "How many times a week do you have to fuck the fat one to keep your job?"

The car swerved, one wheel hitting the soft gravel of the shoulder before he could right it. His palms were suddenly sweaty. "I… I don't know what you mean, Countess."

"The hell you don't. I mean fat Emma Boyle. I know all about it. We've been friends for years. She's written me all about this year's find – the young, fabulous stud she hired for the summer. That's why I'm here. I didn't come to visit the Boyles; I came to see you."

"Why me?" he asked suddenly, for some reason feeling very young and very foolish with this mature, beautiful woman.

"For the same reason as Emma. You've got a beautiful hard-on."

Gray slowed the big car and looked down at himself. Sure enough, his cock was like a tent pole in the front of his pants. He glanced over at her. She was caressing her right inner thigh. The fingers played up and down the flesh going a little lower, towards the cunt, with each movement. He could see that a splotch of creamy moisture had seeped from her cuntal slit to moisten her panties.

He was too hot to cool down and he knew it. The only cunt he'd fucked for almost a month was fat Emma Boyle, and she was nothing compared to the beautiful woman who was now sitting beside him, practically shoving her snatch in his face.

He took a chance. "There's a lane off to the right up here," he said. "It goes way back into the woods."

"Is that where you go when Emma wants to get laid?"

"Take it!" she said, calmly smiling and taking another sip of her drink.

She arched her arms over her head so Gray could see her hard-tipped nipples. The proud flesh of her boobs rode high and firm and he could see the dark areolas around her nipples through her dress, shadows the size of silver dollars.

He turned into the lane and her body lurched across the seat towards him. She dragged her hand across the front of his pants and moaned. "Nice," she said. "I need some more ice."

Once again she mounted the seat, back and exposed her ass. He looked and his mouth watered. He wanted to rip off those panties, mount her from behind, and plow a furrow up her royal asshole.

He pressed down on the accelerator, anxious to get quickly into the haven of the woods. She turned back and slid down beside him in the seat.

"What are you," she said, "some kind of self-control specialist?"

"Why?"

"Because I stick my ass and my cunt in your face and you don't do a damn thing. How can you not touch me? I can hardly keep my hands off your cock, but it's not very ladylike to play with you before you even make a play for me."

He was hot as hell and ready. The further down the road they went the darker it became. The road was shielded by tall trees that hung over and nearly met above the bouncing car.

"Soon," he said, "very soon."

"Soon, hell," she replied. "Now!" She leaned towards him and grasped his cock through his pants. "Are you going to fuck me or not? I want that prick shoved up me!"

Up ahead was the entrance to a second, even narrower lane that he was looking for. It wound down towards a river. He swerved the car and sent it bouncing through the trees into a secluded cove.

Almost before the car came to a complete stop, she was on top of him. The fingers of one hand tore at the buttons of his coat and shirt. The other hand attacked his belt and pulled the zipper of his pants downward.

"Get out!" she panted, following him across the seat and out the door. She peeled down his clothes, careful not to touch his sizzling skin. He lifted his feet one at a time, and let her work his pants and shorts free. He tossed his shirt onto the hood.

He turned to face her. She was staring at him and was slowly unbuttoning her dress down the front. Buttons ran all the way from the valley between her tits to the hem.

"God! What a magnificent man!" she panted, twisting out of her only garment.

Her tits bobbed up and down, back and forth, and Gray pined to curl his tongue around the blunt sweetness of the saucy nipples. Her tummy, covered with coarse, curly hair was almost flat. The slit of her cunt was totally obscured by the magnificent forest of pussy growth.

"Do you want to fuck me on the ground, bent over, on the fender, or in the back seat?" she breathed, stepping close, digging her gorgeous boobs into his chest and kissing him. She bit his lips and gored her long, red tongue into his mouth, almost all the way down his throat.

"Where do you want it?" he said.

Gray caught his breath as she ground her belly against his cock, crushing it between her thighs and his.

"Fuck me while I lean over the front fender!" she moaned, offering her body to him for quick caresses, kisses and sucks before she turned away from him.

She pulled her panties down and flipped them to the ground. In practically the same motion, she leaned over the car and spread her legs wide. She braced herself with straight arms and hunched her beautiful naked ass into the air in front of his cock.

Gray crouched until he was just under the twin globes of her ass. He reached down and parted the cheeks with his thumbs. Her asshole was extended, relaxed, willing to take his prick. Below it, the pouch of her cunt spread also with invitation. Its thick, hairy lips oozed the juice of her passion.

He grasped his cock and swirled up and down the length of her slit from her asshole to her clit.

"If you want to stick it up my ass, it's okay," she sighed. "But get it good and juicy in my cunt first."

Gray didn't wait for a second offer. He ground the head of his cock around and around the lubricated lips of her sweet pussy. Then he shoved it in her twat until the hilt was home and his balls slopped lovingly against her clit.

"Oh, yeah, you got a cock, baby!" she wailed, grinding her ass and cunt backward into his body. "I only hope I can handle you in the other hole."

Gray continued to fuck her pussy until his cock was slick with the wet sweetness of her cunt-juice. He clutched the satiny bulges of her ass-cheeks, one in each hand, as he drove his prick in and out of her clutching cunt-hole.

"Squeeze 'em, baby!" she cried. "Squeeze 'em till they ache!"

He caressed and tore at her ass, spreading the cheeks and jamming a finger in the puckered hole just above his hammering cock. With the edge of his finger he could feel the rigid, slamming head of his prick through the thin membrane that separated her cunt from her slit-hole.

"Oh, damn, that feels great. Oh, Jesus, do I love cock. Do you think you can get your cock in there? In my asshole? Will it fit?"

"Let's find out, Countess," Gray said. "Hold still!"

He lowered his cock from her cunt and grasped it with his right hand. Then he lifted his body until all his weight rested on the balls of his feet. He warmed the rubbery head between the cheeks of her ass and into her tight shitter. The head was all he could get in without exerting a lot of pressure.

"You're right," he said.

"Just for you, baby," she said. "Shove it in my ass." She shivered and spread her legs wider.

"It's liable to hurt," he said.

"The mere thought of being fucked in the butt makes me dizzy," she breathed. "I don't care if it hurts, feed it to me."

Gary gathered all of his strength in his loins. Then he lunged, propelling his prick forward. He figured he'd be lucky to achieve, on the first drive, an inch or so.

She had a pleasant surprise for him. Her ass-flesh parted easily, and his big cock slithered at last three inches up her butt on the opening thrust.

It wouldn't hurt her at all, he realized.

He resumed his advance after a momentary pause to reassemble the power in his hips. Farther and farther, he pushed his cock home. Wave upon wave of erotic sensations swarmed over him as her butthole opened and welcomed his invasion.

"You're taking it," he moaned. "Christ, you're takin' my whole cock up your ass!"

"Don't you think I know it," she replied, reaching between her legs and grinding two knuckles against her clit. "You got a big cock, lover. It feels wonderful. Feed that meat up my ass!"

He surged forward, sending the last inch of his thick dong up her shitter. He groaned with delighted joy as he felt the head of his cock hammer her guts. He looked down. He could see none of his rod, only the hair of his groin mashed into the crease of her delectable ass. "You got a royal ass, honey. It feels great."

"I feel stuffed," she cried, "and, shit, it's a wonderful feeling!"

Gray agreed with her; it felt like the best he'd ever had. To his prick, it was like being jammed between two massive boobs. His cock was sizzling! His hands sped around her waist and leaped to her jugs. He filled his palms with them, making small circular motions to stimulate the nipples. They didn't need much stimulation. The tips expanded immediately, trembling beneath his manipulations.

He dug his fingers into the bags of flesh brutally, and the nipples burned holes in his palms. Then, still squeezing her tits, he commenced fucking. His hips jerked back and forth, whipping his cock in and out of the Countess' finely textured asshole. The ass-passage was hot and spongy. It became looser and looser as he throttled it, but it remained tight enough to afford them both sufficient friction.

She grunted and cried out expressions of extreme joy whenever his hot hands squashed her up too energetically.

They stayed glued together for a long time, his prick driving deeply into her ass time and time again. Her legs weakened and threatened to buckle.

He sensed the problem and suggested they get into the car. "The back seat pulls out just like a bed."

"Yes, yes! I want to! But don't take it out. Please, don't take your cock out!"

He promised her he wouldn't. Still locked together, like two fucking dogs, they managed to pull the seat out and crawl up into the car. His cock stayed inside her asshole and his hands quickly returned to grasp and fondle her marvelous tits.

"Now," he said, "get on your hands and knees!" Obeying she crouched as far as she could without breaking the coupling, then she fell, ever so gently, face forward onto the car seat. He rode her down. His cock slipped out almost to the knob, but he managed to keep it inside her hot buns.

Once he was sure she was steady, he again impaled her asshole with a giant thrust. His prick returned to the very depths of her belly, but his lunge had been so strong that it propelled her forward and down until she was flat on her stomach with her arms and legs spread eagled around her.

He didn't even pause. "Now you're really gonna get some cock!" he shouted.

"It's all right… it's all right!" she wailed. "I can take it, all of it! Give it to me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!"

Over and over he hammered her. The fury of his plunges shook the car. She twisted like an insect impaled on a pin. She twisted and grunted and shivered and emitted a series of broken, incomprehensible words.

The storm gathered in his thighs. He pumped faster and faster. His hands tore into her tits. The storm became more and more urgent, then it broke. He was drenched in a downpour of pure, sweet ecstasy.

She screamed and cried out with joy as she felt his hot cum shoot up the tunnel of her ass to bathe her bowels with fire. She tore at her clit and soon she, too, was writhing in the ecstasy of her own come.

Her long, wailing moan told Gray that she was getting her rocks off. He fucked her in unrelenting fury, still pouring his white jizz into her asshole.

Together they roared through the climax and fell in a pile on the seat. He eased his cock out of her wet asshole and reclined on the seat beside her, gazing up at the upholstered roof of the car. Neither of them spoke for a long time.

"Jesus," he said at last, "that was fantastic."

"How would you like to do that to me again while a beautiful woman sat on your face at the same time?"

He rolled his head around and met her gaze.

"As beautiful as you?"

"Better… and younger," she replied.

"I'd love it," he said.

"I thought you would," she said, and pulled an envelope from her purse. She handed it to him and whispered in his ear, "Thank you. I won't be able to put my ass in a chair for a week, but it was worth every second."

She crawled out of the car and started dressing while he ripped open the envelope and started reading.

My dear Mr. Hendricks:

By this time I'm sure you have experienced the wonderment of my wife's delectable sexual charms. If you would like to renew the coupling, we are having a little group together…

He was built like a stallion, with the biggest cock anyone, including herself, had ever seen. It was completely hard and yet it still crawled down his inner thigh almost to his knees. Lori had measured it many times out of sheer curiosity. It was a full fourteen inches long and so thick she couldn't get her hand around it when it was fully erect.

"Let's fuck," she said. "I'm too fired up to eat."

"Aw, Lori," he said, "we gotta fuck each other in the first scene after lunch. I gotta save it."

"Save, shit. I want it now."

"But what about the scene?"

"We'll fuck again in the scene."

"But what if I can't get it up again for the scene?" he said, smiling.

"You never had a time in your life you couldn't get that monster up," she replied, and fell on her hands and knees in front of his chair. "Now fill me up, Mark, I need it bad."

He felt for her just as she felt for him. He not only loved her, but he loved to fuck her – morning, noon, and night. Shrugging his robe from his shoulders, he dropped to his knees behind her. His cock had jumped to complete attention.

When he pressed his cock into her cunt, she wailed in ecstasy. Every time he fucked her was like the first time. She didn't know if she loved him or not. She had never really been sure. But one thing she definitely knew: she loved his cock. When he had the full length of his massive prick up her cunt and started to ream her pussy in earnest, her wails turned into screams. She would get it again in two hours and then they would be paid two hundred dollars apiece for it. And she would enjoy it just as much, all over again. But right now she was doing it for free, for him, and for herself, and she screamed at the top of her lungs, letting him know how much pleasure he was giving her.

The huge barrel of his cock skewered her cunt; the head drove clear up into her belly. It felt as though his prick was rearranging her insides and she screwed her ass back into his groin, urging him to give her even more.

Fucking dog-fashion with any man other than Mark was a waste of time. They never got her off. But his prick could reach her clit from any angle and bring her, almost immediately, to the verge of orgasm: "Oh, baby, you're gettin' it," he shouted from behind her. "I'm breakin' your sweet ass in half!"

"Oooohhhh… yes, yes, yes! It's so good, yes! Don't stop, darling! Fuck me hard! Harder! Oh, God! I'm coming! I'm coming! Fuck the shit out of me! Tear me in half!"

Her long hair trailed the floor as she knelt on all fours, her naked squirming ass dancing wildly as she ground her tight, savagely sucking pussy-lips hard against her husband's frantic thrusts.

Her body convulsed in rippling waves of wanton fulfillment, tides of ecstatic passion that raced along her naked spine from the furrow of her sweat-glistened butt to the tips of her young boobs as they danced beneath her, swinging from side to side and bouncing together as she writhed and squirmed.

A constant, moaning purr oozed from her lips. She felt his last spastic thrust, reveled in the warmness of his hot load as it spurted deep up into her pussy, mingling with the thick, hot sperm she'd already drained from her dog-lover.

At last it was over and her brain and body reeled to a halt. She felt her pussy-lips release their captive, heard the soft wet plop as his rubbery deflated prick slipped from her lightly locked cunt. A cool rush of air blasted between her gleaming thighs and filled the sperm-flooded tunnel deep inside her.

"Here," she said, swinging around and burying her head in his lap. "Let me clean your cock off. You came so good." She had just popped the huge head of his cock into her mouth when Roy came through the door.

"Hey, I didn't know you guys had a royal fan club!"

"What are you talkin' about?" Mark said, pushing her head gently down over his cock.

"You got a telegram from some Count. Here!"

CHAPTER THREE

"Daphne… Goddammit, will you hurry up. You've been in that shower for twenty minutes."

"Listen, lover," Daphne called from beneath the surging water, "you should be glad I am. You don't want to eat a soiled pussy tonight, do you?"

Claire Laurenz sighed, cursed under her breath, and turned back to her mirror. She didn't look forward to the evening's show at all. As she studied her face, she combed her hair and thought about the last three years since she had dropped out from being a suburban housewife.

She had done it because she wanted freedom and sex, all kinds of sex. All she was doing or getting was eating Daphne's pussy for five hundred dollars twice a week at kinky parties. Well, she guessed it was better than what they had just after their respective divorces. Then they had gone to the orgy parties and put on their little show for nothing. Now, at least, they were getting paid for it, and getting rich. But they weren't getting laid, except by each other, and then only on stage.

The two couples had moved into their respective neighboring houses only one day apart. They met and for five years were fast friends. Later it had amazed them both that they hadn't seen the attraction for each other right away.

It had happened during Daphne's twenty-sixth birthday party. As usual, all four of them had drunk too much and, as usual, the two men had passed out in the den watching television.

The girls had also drunk too much, but not enough to put them in such a paralyzed state. They commiserated with each other as they stood in the door of the den and surveyed the wreckage of the party and their two snoring husbands.

"Wouldn't you know it," Daphne wailed, sipping from the half-finished drink in her hand.

"What?" Claire replied, trying to get some focus in her own fuzzy eyes.

"That sonofabitch," Daphne said, pointing a finger at her sleeping husband. "The bastard hasn't fucked me for over a month, an' he falls asleep on my birthday. I feel like a virgin again."

"Oh, you got the same problem, huh?" Claire replied. "My little boy spends so much time screwing the girls in his office that he falls asleep before I can get dinner on the table. He's the only man I know who uses the old 'I've got a headache' routine!"

"Fuck 'em," Daphne said, "let's go over to our place and have a swim."

They did, and the swim only sobered them to the point where they became more maudlin about their respective spouses. After the swim they sat at the patio bar, drinking and talking. They surprised one another with sudden, open frankness.

"You know," Daphne said, "I've thought about leaving that bastard more than once."

"Why haven't you?"

"Scared, I guess. I've never had to make a dime on my own, you know, and, besides, I guess half a cock is better than none at all."

"Sometimes I wonder about that," Claire said, replenishing her drink.

"What?"

"Cock. Hell, I could get more from another woman than I could from him," Claire replied, returning to her stool.

"Have you… ever, I mean…?" Daphne asked, a sudden interest in her eyes.

Claire turned and studied the other woman.

Daphne was really a beautiful animal, she thought, suddenly surprised that she had never noticed her before in all the years they had known each other. By the light of the moon, sitting there in a brief bikini on the bar stool, Daphne was truly a sight to behold.

That long, sun-bleached hair flowing down to those brown shoulders, those strange eyes, that big damned mouth. There was something a bit cruel about her nose, the curve of it, the nostrils flaring too dramatically. Claire looked at her well developed tits, studying her with awe. Each was like a ball that had been halved and she felt her breath catch in her throat.

Claire studied the other woman's gold-flecked eyes and decided to plunge ahead. "I had a little affair with one of my teachers in high school."

"But she didn't approach you in school, did she?" Daphne asked, leaning forward.

"No. It was at her house. In a way, I idolized her because she seemed to be everything I wanted to be. She was pretty young for a teacher. Couldn't have been more than twenty-three or so. And she was beautiful. Even when she wore those teacherish dresses, she couldn't hide her lovely curves. Usually she wore her hair up when she was in school, but at home she always let her hair down so that it came to her breasts. I used to have fantasies about her, about how she would make love to men. There was something really sexy about her."

"Did she just grab you, or what?"

"We had just come back from a field trip, and she asked me to stay and talk for a while. I stretched out on her sofa, and she said that she, was going to take a shower and would be back in a few minutes. I dozed off for a while, and when I woke up I heard her footsteps. I figured she was in her robe or had dressed, but she hadn't. When she walked into the room, she was completely naked."

"Weren't you embarrassed?"

"Sure I was. But she was so beautiful. Her hair was still a little wet, and she seemed so fresh and clean when she walked in. Her pussy hair was still wet and she was drying it with a towel. I couldn't take my eyes off of her lovely breasts, and she smiled as though she knew how much I admired her."

"Didn't she say anything about being naked, or did she just let it pass as though nothing were different?"

"No. She said that she hoped I wasn't uncomfortable seeing her like that, but that when people are close friends it's silly to hide their bodies from each other. That seemed right, somehow. Then she told me I could take my clothes off, too, if I wanted, that it might relax me and make me feel freer."

"Did you do it? Did you actually take off your clothes right there in her living room?"

"It seemed so natural and desirable to be naked when she was naked, that I couldn't resist. We stretched out on some pillows she had scattered on the rug and lay on our sides facing each other. I could see how much she enjoyed looking at my body. It didn't take long for me to find out that she wanted to have sex with me."

"What did she do?" Daphne said, sitting on the very edge of her stool.

"Well, what happened was that she started asking me about my boy friends and about whether I had ever had sex with them. She wanted to know everything, and I was so flattered that I told her that I had some experience. She seemed real pleased, and asked for all the details. I mean real juicy details. It was obvious that she was getting turned on by what I was saying. I wanted to please her, so I told her as much as I could think of. You know, how I fucked for the first time, how I sucked guys off."

"Jesus," Daphne said, squirming her bikini-clad ass over the bar stool. "You're getting me hot as hell just talking about it."

"Am I?" Claire asked, smiling openly.

"What happened then?"

"She kissed me, and I mean really kissed me. And while she was kissing me, I felt her hand gently squeeze my tit and then tickle the nipple. That was really something. I mean, I could have screamed it felt so good. She kept it up, rubbing that boob on all sides and always ending up with tickling the nipple. Then she did it with the other one. She really knew how to make love."

"Didn't you think it was wrong?"

"I didn't even think of anything but her. She was kissing and tonguing my tits, sucking on them and licking, driving me insane. I was so excited that I couldn't even enjoy just letting her do that. I needed to do something!"

"What do you mean?"

"I had to touch her, feel her body, kiss it and fondle it. I squeezed her tits and kissed them. It made her squirm all over. And while I did it, I felt her hand coming up between my legs. So I spread them to let her do whatever she wanted to do. She played with my clit while I sucked her tits. Pretty soon I was tickling her clit, too, and we were both in ecstasy."

"I started getting hotter than ever when she started kissing me on the stomach while she pushed her finger into my cunt. She wiggled it around and then played with my clit some more. In and out of my cunt she went. She kept smearing the juice all over my cunt and along my slit and especially on my clit. Then she started eating me out!"

"I could feel her tongue moving up and down my slit and then pressing right on my clit."

Claire stopped talking and refilled her own drink.

"Well, shit," Daphne cried, "don't stop there! Did you suck her, too?"

"Sure, we both came like crazy. God, I'd like to have a lover like that again." Claire tipped her glass high and drank deeply.

Daphne looked wistfully through the glass doors into the den of the house next door. Her husband was still passed out and sprawled across the sofa. "Yeah," she sighed, "so would I."

"Would you?" Claire said.

Their eyes met, and spoke, "Yes, I would… right now."

"Then, come around the bar," Claire said. "That's it. Now reach up under my beach skirt and pull down my bikini bottom."

"Then?" Daphne said, doing exactly as Claire asked, seeing the other woman now as Claire had seen her. Claire was a redhead, and her green eyes matched the fire in her hair.

She was a big girl, too heavy by some standards, voluptuous by others, with large, full tits, a domed belly, wide, flaring hips, heavy but very long thighs and legs and an opulent ass. When Daphne had the bottom of Claire's suit all the way off, the redhead jumped back up on the bar stool. She hiked her skirt up and spread her legs until the auburn fur of her pussy gleamed invitingly in the blonde's eyes.

"Just talking about eating pussy has made me hot," Claire said. "I want you to eat me, Daph. I want you to dip your tongue into my pussy and really gobble me up. I want to come on your tongue."

Daphne, too, had eaten pussy before, and the sight of Claire's magnificent cunt sent chills up and down her spine. There was only a moment of hesitation on her part before she sent her head, like an arrow, between Claire's splayed legs.

Claire sighed and squirmed her ass to the edge of the stool to give the blonde freer access. She moaned and wiggled in bliss as Daphne's fingers expertly dug into the soft flesh of her thighs. She hissed with lust as she felt finger go up her asshole in tempo with the tongue that reamed her cunt.

A female growl erupted in her throat as she felt her clit being sucked into the other woman's mouth.

"Oh, damn, damn, damn, that's good! Suck, Daphne, suck my cunt! SUCK!" Claire wailed through her violent climax and nearly tumbled from the stool. She was saved by Daphne's grasping hands that clutched the cheeks of her ass and pulled her pussy back to the woman's face.

Claire shuddered out her pleasure as Daphne slurped the remaining juices from her cunt and then stood before her.

"Did you like eating my pussy?" Claire asked.

"Yes," Daphne nodded.

Claire slid off the stool and stood next to the blonde. She rubbed her body against Daphne's left asscheek and let her hands roam lightly over the girl's ass and tits.

"Feel good?"

"Yes… oh, Jesus, yes," Daphne said, closing her eyes, and clenching her butt-cheeks against the hand.

Claire increased the pressure of her hand as Daphne began breathing heavily and pushing her ass backward. Carefully, Claire worked her hand under the waistband of Daphne's shorts so she could feel the firm flesh. She wedged her fingers into her crevice and rubbed up and down, pushing the smooth buns apart.

Then her fingers coursed lower and lower, down around and up under until she felt Daphne's asshole. Slowly, Daphne's feet began sliding apart. It was just a little way from there to her cunt.

God, she was hot, Claire thought, poking the tip of one finger into her friend's fluttering cunt-hole. The blonde bent slightly forward, pushing the silt of her cunt back over the invading finger that was already giving her so much pleasure.

Claire jabbed three fingers into the willing pussy. From the trembling that was beginning to throb through the blonde's body, Claire gathered that the lithe girl was on the verge of a climax.

She stopped rutting her hand into Daphne, jammed her longest finger as deeply as she could into her cunt and corkscrewed her thumb into the bulging asshole. She couldn't tell which hole was generating the most heat.

Daphne was gasping faintly. Claire glanced at her face and saw that her eyes were closed, pretty lips twisted into a grin of erotic pleasure. Claire began sliding her fingers in and out of Daphne's two holes and pitched the girl into a shuddering come. She continued fingering her cunt and asshole until the throes of ecstasy began to ebb, then she withdrew her hand and patted Daphne smartly on the ass.

"Did you like it, Daphne?" she whispered.

"Really good," Daphne shivered.

"Then let's go upstairs and do it right," Claire said, "naked on a bed."

Three months later, they divorced their husbands and moved into an apartment together. For nearly a year they had a ball together, doing whatever they wanted, and fucking whoever they felt like fucking… both men and women.

Then the money ran out and they had to go to work. But their tastes were more expensive than their paychecks. It was Daphne who found out about the private parties and their constant need for all kinds of sex shows and acts. They put one together and, almost overnight, they were in constant demand.

"And now," Claire said to the mirror, "we make a lot of money, but we don't have any fun any more. I might as well be married to the bastard again."

"What did you say?" Daphne called as she entered from the bath.

"I said, once, just once, I'd like to fuck for fun and for free. Do you realize neither of us has had a man for almost four months?"

"We can fuck again, all we want to, when we retire," Daphne said, combing out her long blonde hair.

"That's okay for you. You're a dyke."

"Jesus, look who's talking."

"Fuck you," Claire hissed.

"Listen, you bitch…"

A fist pounded on the door. "Ten minutes, girls."

CHAPTER FOUR

"Good evening, your Excellency."

"Good evening. Are they about to begin?"

"Yes, sir. The girls are just about ready."

"Good. I've heard a great deal about them. I'm looking forward to the performance."

"Needless to say, your Excellency, you may sit anywhere."

Both men laughed. The tall, distinguished man in the expensively tailored tuxedo looked around the room. It was like any normal, large living room in a luxury apartment, except for the lights and the furniture. The lights were placed strategically on grids criss-crossing the ceiling, and the furniture was composed of comfortable sofas and overstuffed chairs, positioned in a large circle facing a center ring.

"This will be fine," the man said, choosing a large sofa adjacent to the open ring.

"As you wish, Count," said the other man. "Would you care for a drink?"

"Yes, a Scotch… light, with one cube and a twist, please."

Behind a curtain that separated the main room from the hall leading to the bedroom/dressing room, Daphne studied the man. He was about fifty, with a mane of black hair lightly streaked with gray. His face was dark and heavily lined by the sun and wind. Along one side of his face a long, not unattractive scar ran from somewhere in his grayish sideburn to the corner of his mouth.

Claire joined her.

"What the hell is this?" Daphne said. "Where is everybody?"

"He's it," Claire replied.

"One guy?"

"I guess so. Hank said he's some rich Count. He bought out the whole show tonight. Paid cash by messenger this afternoon."

"I don't get it," Daphne said. "The whole purpose of us is to loosen up the guests so they won't feel inhibited and start stripping down and fucking each other. Who's he gonna fuck?"

"I don't know," Claire said. "Maybe we'll have to take the show a little farther ourselves tonight. There's the lights and music. Let's go!"

Suddenly the room was eclipsed by darkness. Weird, electronic music with a driving, insistent beat echoed from speakers in every corner. Then a greenish glow flushed the center of the room. An image slowly became illuminated in the glow. A feeling of ritual seemed to seep from the very walls.

Then Claire appeared in the light's beam. A tight-fitting, low-cut green gown encased her huge body like a second skin. It was slit up the sides of her legs to the hips, and barely covered her large nipples that stood erect at the ends of her huge tits.

Daphne, her long hair encasing her head like a halo, sat cross-legged on the floor, facing her partner. She was dressed in a black jumpsuit that was also like a second skin, revealing every luscious curve of her delectable, mature body.

There was something erotic, almost lewd, carefully perverted, and fantastically stimulating about the way the two women were dressed and bathed in the eerie light.

Claire began slowly, languidly, moving her lithe graceful body to the music that by now totally pervaded the room.

She was catlike, her voluptuous figure svelte, flowing as she danced. Her hands played with her figure, first caressing her tits, cupping them, squeezing them until the nipples grew and hardened, straining to break through the filmy material that encased them. Then her hands pressured downward to her waist, teasing, fleeting, and farther down… to her crotch and then stroking her cunt-mound as her hips ground back and forth in the suggestion of fucking. Her massaging fingers worked her silken dress up and up, to reveal more and more of her beautiful, finely muscled legs and thighs.

Daphne sat like a beautiful statue, staring at the area of Claire's crotch. Her tongue flicked around her lips in anticipation.

Then the redhead's actions grew more demanding, her fingers more frantic. Her face contorted with obvious desire. Her dress was now hiked over her hips and the full beauty of her legs and thighs was now revealed.

Only the thin, wispy material of her panties covered the dark hair of her cunt-mound. She moved closer and closer to Daphne and pushed her twitching pussy to within an inch of the girl's face.

Suddenly, Claire flung the dress from her body. Her huge tits swayed beneath a gauzy layer of multicolored veils. Her movements became, more pronounced, her pelvis working faster and faster in the fucking motion.

After what seemed a convulsion of orgasm, she turned her ass to Daphne's face and bent double. The blonde buried her face between Claire's thighs and began licking frantically at the soggy crotchband that covered the russet pussy.

Claire moaned in ecstasy as she pushed her creamy ass more firmly against Daphne's face. Straining upward suddenly, her body inflamed with lust, she screeched and fell to the floor.

Daphne was on her in a second as the tempo of the music quickened and became even more insistent. Daphne began with the woman's toes, then the soles of her feet, her calves, her thighs, biting, licking, scratching.

Claire writhed in erotic pleasure as the other girl's satin-covered ass flowed over her face. Daphne had the panties that covered Claire's cunt-mound in her teeth. Violently, she worked the material until it shredded, leaving the russet pussy exposed. Her tongue explored up and down the soft inner thighs, slowly, then more quickly, searching for its cuntal target.

Claire's eyes dilated as Daphne's teeth reached her gauze-covered tits. The voluptuous globes were soon exposed as Daphne's teeth made short work of the flimsy veils.

Claire was now completely nude and her body stood out in glistening splendor, lightly gleaming with a film of lusting perspiration. She started tearing wildly at the satin that covered the blonde's beautiful body. It seemed only an instant before Daphne emerged, totally nude, from the black material.

Her body was magnificent. Her tits rode high and with her wanton ways, the nipples had protruded to their utmost and quivered with her every movement. The stomach was firm, flat, and jumped up and down with the labored breathing, pronouncing her pelvic region, which was devoid of any pussy hair.

It strained upward and out, displaying a dripping, rose-inflamed cunt that glistened with the sweat and juice of womanhood. Her legs, like a dancer's, were long and firm, proportioned and well-muscled.

The music was demanding now; it filled the senses as both girls strained towards each other and with demanding mouths started to caress each other. Daphne had gathered one of Claire's tits in her mouth and was slobbering, kissing, tonguing, nipping the bud as Claire retaliated with her mouthing of Daphne's stomach, and navel. Her hand skirted down to the heated pussy to fondle and finger-probe that inflamed cavern that twitched and spasmed with each deft maneuver. Each new probing brought shallow gasps and moans from Daphne's tit-filled mouth and her tonguing became more frantic. Her small sharp teeth came into play, nipping Claire's tit until specks of blood began to appear at the ends of her nipple.

That frenzied attack then moved to the other nipple and the tongue and teeth again brutalized the rosy tip. Their movements became more frantic as the constant caressings of each drove them to greater heights of ecstasy, and their bodies responded to the probing with thrashings, sighs, moans, shrieks, and more insistence.

Abandoning her attack on Daphne's magnificent nipples, Claire directed her attack to the beautiful clean-shaven cunt, which was yawning in heat to be devoured by Claire's searing lips and tongue.

As Claire's tongue parted the blonde's cunt-lips, Daphne's legs gave a convulsed shudder and wrapped tightly around the redhead's face. With her own cunt dripping in ecstasy, Daphne buried her face in the russet snatch between Claire's legs. She tore at Claire's ass with her nails, leaving bloody welts.

Suddenly, both their clits were throbbing with climax.

"Slower, softer, hold me tighter, tighter! Let's make it together! Oh, it feels so delicious, so great, make it last! Oh, hon, make it gooood!" wailed Daphne as her own probing tongue left its effect on Claire's soggy pussy.

Claire, in the throes of ecstatic abandon, was also thrashing wantonly about, now gripping and tearing at Daphne's firm ass and thighs as her tongue took on the motions of Daphne's frantic pleas. "Oh, baby, tell me! Tell me! I'm going to come… make… it… nooow! Now!" moaned Claire as both the voluptuous, seductive bodies strove upward and convulsed in body-slamming climaxes.

The music stopped abruptly at their moment of climax, but Claire was far from finished. She looked up from between Daphne's legs. Their lone audience member was nodding and smiling broadly. He had both his hands on one of the most beautiful and exciting cocks Claire had ever seen. From the look on his face, he was also more than willing to share it.

Claire decided to take that particular time to expand the act. She rose to her feet and glided over to where he sat. She thrust both her tits in his face.

"Lovely," was all he said before she brought a beautiful, pink-tipped tit to his open mouth and shoved it in with so much force that he almost choked on it.

He was slurping and sucking like a madman; she cupped her other tit and played it all around his face. His breathing now resembled the snorting of a horse. His tonguing grew frantic and his face was a sweating, reddened mass, almost obscured from view by the milky-white quivering boob.

Then, with a deft movement, Claire aimed her nipple right into his ear. This move almost drove him crazy. His ass jumped almost a foot off the chair and Claire gave a low moan as if he had bitten into the tit that filled his mouth.

She abruptly pulled away from him with a leering smile as she flicked her fingers over his bulging prick. Then she stretched to her full height, throwing her arms above her head and tightening all her rippling muscles, and started to undulate her dewy cunt and hips in front of his gaping face.

As she continued this erotic movement, she hissed seductively, "C'mon, your highness, baby, or whatever you are, let's fuck!"

Smiling, he grabbed her around the waist and, with no wasted motions, settled her palpitating cunt on his dick. The downward motion of bet body rammed her cunt on his cock right to the very hilt. Riding him like a bucking horse, she clutched his shoulders fiercely and her soft cascading hair whipped across his face as she bore down on his jumping cock.

She fucked down as he fucked up. Wilder and wilder their gyrations became as Daphne screamed behind Claire, and tried to pull the redhead off his cock. "You lousy bitch, what are you doing? You're not supposed to fuck the guests!"

"I'm fucking this one!" Claire screamed back at her.

Finally, Daphne managed to dislodge the other woman. Claire squirmed her way to the center of the circle. Leaning back on her shoulders and with legs bent wide, she was throwing that juicy, coral-colored pussy obscenely up and down as she gyrated herself round and round in the circle.

As her movements grew more wanton, more suggestive, she called out, "Who wants to fuck? I'm ready. I'm red hot! C'mon, anyone!"

The Count was up and over her like a flash and dropping to his knees between Claire's outstretched legs. He tore his pants down and humped into her cunt in a matter of seconds. She was sweating and straining against him as he pushed his cock deeper and deeper into her moist, swollen hole and his throbbing prick disappeared as his balls slapped against her rump like waves lapping against the rocks.

Claire was like a wild woman, her body demanding more and more, fingers ripping into the flesh of his shoulders, then carving down to the tender skin at the sides of his waist and digging in with her tiger-like claws. Her teeth fastened onto his shoulder blade and, not to be outdone, he tore his mouth from hers and clamped his teeth firmly into the nape of her neck. Their bodies slapped together and you could hear the suction sounds as their passions increased their pulsating bodies to greater heights.

Tearing at his sides, her nails dripping blood, she moaned, "Harder, you bastard! Stick it in me! Deeper, deeper! Oh! Oh, baby, that's it! That's it! Now, faster, faster! Oh, it's so good, so gooood! I'm ready… ready… NOW!"

He, too, was on the brink of ecstasy, his breathing hoarse, gasping, his hands tearing into her back, his mouth sucking in her tender skin with every heave of his body. His moans were almost eerie as he strove for his release and with an outburst of, "Yes!" he came. And Claire followed as their spasming torsos jerked and then slowly fell motionless to the floor, their labored breaths resounding in the silence of the room.

Without a word to the girls, the Count rose, bowed, stuffed his cock back in his pants, and left.

"You cock-hungry cunt," Daphne sobbed as they made their way back to the dressing room.

"Oh, shut up," Claire said. "What's this?"

She slit the envelope with her fingernail and read.

"Well? What is it?" Daphne asked.

"It's an invitation from that Count guy… to spend a weekend with him and his wife on Long Island."

"You're not going, are you?"

"Sure, why not?"

"Well, what about me?" Daphne said. "Look," Claire said, pointing towards the blonde's dressing table.

Daphne swiveled her head around. There, propped against the mirror, was an identical envelope with her name scrawled across the front of it.

CHAPTER FIVE

They all sat nervously, huddled within themselves and their own thoughts, in corners of the high-beamed room. The Count, obviously, had a great deal of money. The room, and what they had seen of the rest of the house, was well-appointed, with antique, valuable furniture and signed oils adorning the walls of every room.

It was a strange assembly, with all of them knowing, or guessing, what they were there for, but none of them making open advances. Now and then someone would flick a glance at another person across the room, only to have that person raise their eyes. Both sets of eyes would then be quickly averted to ceiling or floor out of a strange sense of embarrassment.

Allison Dare sat in a huge chair by the fireplace. Its back and arms were so high that it seemed to encompass and dwarf her petite blonde figure. She smoked one cigarette after another and huddled in the chair as though it were some kind of security blanket that would protect her from the staring eyes of the others in the room.

She didn't know why, but she wished she had been more careful about the clothing she had chosen to wear. The dress was skin tight, so tight that it was impossible to wear any underwear. Fully half of her huge tits bunched together and blossomed outward in clear view from the extremely low cut. As usual, her nipples were hard and their hugeness was clearly defined in the taut material.

The dress was also very tight across her front. The flat V of her belly was clearly defined when she stood, as was the thick patch of pussy hair that pushed the dress outward in a provocative mound between her protruding hip bones.

Normally, that sort of dress would be perfect. It would spell out, to everyone around her, that she was ready and willing to fuck. But, now, here in this room, with all these other beautiful people, dressed the same way, she somehow felt strange and a little afraid.

Gray Hendricks didn't miss Allison's nervousness or the way she looked. He sat in a sofa directly across from her, with his legs tightly crossed to conceal the huge hard-on that looking at her tits had caused in his pants.

Usually when Gray was around a girl that beautiful, with that kind of body for more than five minutes, he would have at least propositioned her. So far he had done little more than look at her, and for the life of him he couldn't figure out why.

Neither could Mark Lester. He would have loved to stroll across the room, slide his hand into the front of the blonde's dress and whisper in her ear, "I'd love to stick my fourteen-inch cock up your cunt while my wife sits oh my face."

But he didn't. And even though Lori felt the same way about Gray Hendricks, sucking him off while Mark poured his cock up her cunt, she couldn't bring herself to start the ball rolling. It had been so long since either one of them had fucked anyone that hadn't been directed to fuck them that neither one of them could remember how to prompt normal sex with another person.

Daphne was there only because Claire had insisted on coming. She wasn't about to let her lover out of her sight with this kind of a crowd. Daphne truly loved sex, but ever since her divorce, she had been afraid to have it with anyone other than Claire. Her doctor had told her it was guilt. She didn't believe him. She called it love, love for Claire even though she hated the redhead most of the time.

Claire was also afraid but, at the same time, she was like a child running wild in a candy store. All these beautiful bodies. She couldn't decide which one she wanted first. The blonde girl in the chair had beautiful tits and her cunt, through the tight material of her dress, pooched provocatively. Claire imagined spooning juices from it with her tongue. She had also noticed the long length of meaty hose running down Mark Lester's inner thigh. Her cunt had started dripping the second she had realized that his cock was soft; my God, she thought, what would it be like hard?

But why, she wondered, hadn't any one of them made some kind of an advance to her? She couldn't very well just go up and ask them if they wanted to fuck. It wasn't ladylike and, after all, it just wasn't done.

"Good evening."

All heads turned towards the doorway. He stood, like an image from the middle of the sixteenth century, calm, cool, cosmopolitan and beautiful. His dress was impeccable from the silk cravat at his throat to the highly polished slippers on his feet. Between was a maroon smoking jacket and a pair of tailored gray trousers with a crease that could slice a finger.

He strolled into the center of the room with catlike grace, his weight, like an athlete's, on the balls of his feet. In his left hand he held an expensive, gold cigarette holder, in his right, a glass of wine, which he sipped while he talked. His voice was low, sensual, and seemed to flow from his throat in a lulling, hypnotic way.

"For those of you who don't already know me, I am your host, Count Domino LeBarron. For the remainder of the weekend, and indeed for as long as we are acquainted, I do hope that can be shortened to 'Dom'."

"Now, I'm sure all of you have a semblance of an idea what our little weekend will be like. Usually my wife, the Countess Donea, would aid me in this little introduction speech, but at the moment she is highly indisposed. She tried to fuck one of the ponies in the stable last night and the beast broke his harness and almost killed the poor girl. She's upstairs soaking the results right now."

There was general nervous laughter following this piece of news, but still no one bothered to check anyone else's real reaction. The Count refilled his glass and continued.

"You all have several things in common. That's why you were asked here this weekend. Among these things are physical beauty far above the ordinary, and a need for sex, equally above the ordinary. Sex, my friends, whether you want to admit it or not, is what you, along with myself, worship above all else. And why not? Since the beginning of time, men and women have strived for sex, killed for it, and died for it. It is the basic human drive and is sublimated to the other basic drives only because society dictates it be so."

"This weekend, I not only plan to show you the ignorance of society, but also the way to profit from that ignorance… as a matter of fact, a great deal of profit."

"To be perfectly frank, we are, all of us in this room, probably neurotic and perverted in a sense. At the same time, all of you are a little fearful of that perversion, even though it's what you really live for. That is why the incredible orgy you are about to experience will relieve your worries and frustrations and allow you to return to your lives in a better and, as I mentioned, more profitable frame of mind."

"Being with, and reacting to, other aimless souls, like yourself, tends to strengthen your life… give it meaning and purpose. You have all indulged in every conceivable sexual act, but never felt at ease doing it without having a gun pointed at your head, so to speak."

"After this weekend, you will be able to not only taste erotica, but live it. In the past you have all considered your strange sexual drives a problem. Most of you have consulted psychiatrists about your 'problem'… and, in all cases, to no avail."

"This is normal. No one is brought up to think this way; our moral codes definitely condemn flagrant and perverted use of sex. The church, the schools, the parents for the most all preach and teach only 'normal' sex. Anything deviating from the norms is dirty and the doer should be punished… but how many practice what they preach? How many are pure? How many go to church on Sunday and sin the rest of the week? I don't know the answer, but I'm sure the percentage of the righteous is very small."

"I propose to show you, this weekend, that you are actually very normal. When you leave here, you will leave as normal, well-adjusted people with not only no fear of sex, but also with the open love and admiration for it that brings you from the bottom of the rest of the society to the very top."

Here the Count paused, letting the silence, add emphasis to his words. He looked around the room, smiling. It was obvious that all of them had questions. But no one spoke. They did, however, start to examine one another, although strangely.

"And now we come to the catch, so to speak," the Count continued, "which is really no catch at all."

"I thought we'd get around to it," murmured Gray Hendricks. "I'll bet it's something to do with profit."

"Correct, Mr. Hendricks. I applaud you for speaking out. Congratulations. But before I explain, I must mention the one other thing all of you have in common. Each of you…" Here he stopped and once again let his eye roam the room, pausing as he looked deeply into each of their souls. "Each of you currently indulges in the use of sex for your livelihood, and each of you hates it. I propose to do away with that hate."

Here his voice dropped an octave and became very stem, commanding, almost accusing.

"Miss Allison Dare, you are a prostitute, plying your trade from a luxury, East Side Manhattan apartment. Yet you feel so guilty about it that for each man you collect a fee from, you search out another and perform for free. Stupid, Miss Dare, frightfully stupid."

The blush started at her hairline and went clear down to the ample cleavage at the front of her dress.

"But you're not alone, Miss Dare," he continued. "Gray Hendricks, you search out old women, married, widowed, or divorced, and do menial labor for them as a livelihood, when your real livelihood lies in your pants. You perform a sexual service for them for a few presents which you later hock so you can indulge in your favorite pastime, being a burn. Your problem, Mr. Hendricks, is that you sell yourself too short, because you feel guilty about your trade. You take money for fucking women you detest so you can fuck younger, more beautiful women for free. You should be making a profit from both of them. As a gigolo, you are a terrible failure, Mr. Hendricks."

"Don't smile, Mark Lester, your case is even worse. You make a pittance for what you do, as does your wife. I know people in Europe who would gladly donate two thousand dollars an evening to your favorite charity if you and your wife would merely attend one of their parties. Needless to say, the favorite charity begins at home. Anyone wasting a fourteen-inch cock on the general public should be ashamed."

This revelation brought a sudden, new surge of interest in Mark Lester by everyone else in the room, particularly the women.

Lori Lester smiled. "I've been telling him that for years."

"And then we come to you, Claire Laurenz. Tall, a red-haired angel with the body of a movie star, the exotic beauty of a queen, and the desires of an alley cat. And rather than feed those desires, you put on cheap little shows for even cheaper men who, in actuality, would be afraid to have sex with you under what they would consider normal conditions. Have you ever wondered why you are subject to arrest for your little shows, when the men who view and pay for them are not? I'm sure Miss Dare has often wondered. It's because the men she serviced for money only buy her once a week. The other failing in its upright members condones that kind of failing in its, upright members. You, Claire Laurenz, are temptation, and temptation must be erased because it might win."

"And now, Miss Daphne Lewis. You are so afraid of sex that you have given it up. When you divorced your husband, you thought you were doing it to be free. Instead, you have become a slave. A slave of the very morals you tried to escape from. And now, Miss Laurenz has become nothing more than the replacement for the husband you left behind."

"You, Daphne Lewis, are the one person who shouldn't be here. But your presence will serve a good purpose. As the weekend progresses, you will be our symbol of society."

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, I leave you alone to become better acquainted among yourselves, in any way you so desire. Dinner is in two hours."

He set his glass on an end table by the door, and walked out of the room.

There was a general hubbub of curious conversation in the room after his exit.

"Claire… Claire," Daphne whispered. "Let's pack… let's leave here now."

"Why?" Claire replied, her eyes growing strangely misty.

"Because it's an evil place, I can feel it. That man is evil."

"Evil, shit. He makes a lot of sense to me."

"Claire… where are you going?"

The redhead smiled broadly. "I'm going to measure that fourteen inches."

Gray Hendricks was the only one in the room who had thought ahead and realized that whatever the Count's "catch" was, it had not been fully explained. He supposed that they would all find that out at dinner. In the meantime, he planned on putting some of the hospitality to the test. He crossed the gap between himself and Allison Dare and sat on the arm of her chair.

"Allison, is it?" he said.

"Yes," she replied, looking straight into his eyes.

"Gray… Would you like to fuck?"

The grin spread clear across her face. "Your room or mine?"

Lori Lester understood most of what the Count had told them, but she was curious about his inference to the beautiful blonde, Daphne. She studied the woman for a few moments and then thought she knew. She walked over and stood directly in front of her.

"You're gay, aren't you?" Lori asked. "I mean not just bi… you're really a hard-core dyke."

"You're crazy," said Daphne. "Of course I'm not any such thing."

"I think you are," Lori insisted.

"I'm not," Daphne replied, refusing to let her eyes move up and down the girl's beautiful body. "And I'll thank you to please leave me alone."

"You're not, huh?" Lori said. "Then I don't suppose you'd want a taste of this."

Lori pulled her skirt clear up to her waist. The red hair on Lori's cunt was very thick and much darker than Claire's. The girl's pussy aroma wafted from between her legs and filled Daphne's nostrils.

She closed her eyes. The scent became stronger. Then the pussy hair was tickling her lips.

Domino could hear her splashing in the bath as entered their rooms on the very top floor of the house.

"How did it go?" she called.

"Fine," he replied. "As a matter of fact, very good." He started removing his clothes to change for dinner.

"It's going to be a wonderful weekend," Donea said. "I can't wait to try that boy, Mark. Did I tell you I saw one of those awful films he does? It was silly, but just the sight of his fucking everything in sight was worth it."

"His wife, Lori, is also a gem," the Count called back, and shed the last of his clothing. He stood naked in front of the mirror. He had a hard-on just thinking of all the pussy he would fuck over the coming weekend.

"Did you tell them everything?" she said.

"Everything but the gimmick. I saved that for dinner."

"Do you think they'll agree?"

"No. Daphne Lewis will never agree," he said, moving towards the bathroom. "At least, I don't think so."

She looked up, directly into the eye of his throbbing cock, as he entered the room.

"How's your pussy?"

"Sore," she replied, starting to rise from the tub.

"Sit down," he said. "I'm getting in with you."

Her butt touched the enamel bottom again and her body relaxed.

The Count had enjoyed many women and he would enjoy many more, but none of tern could excite him like his own wife. Often they would be at a party and he would see her across the room. His cock would spring to the ready position and they would have to retire to one of their hosts' bedrooms to satisfy the instant craving they had for each other.

He gazed down into the tub, filling his eyes with the inviting panorama.

Her tits were large, jutting melons capped by reddish-brown tips. Her hips were broad and meaty. Beneath a flat stomach, in the V, was situated a cunt so covered in black, bushy hair that he couldn't see the gash.

Her lush torso was a treat. He enjoyed slim, small-titted women on occasion, but he really was a man who liked his women to be more richly endowed.

He stepped into the tub. Her face was expressionless, a total blank. She gazed at the wall, instead of acknowledging his presence in the water.

"What's the matter?" he asked. "You look like you really don't want me."

Her eyes traveled from the wall to his waist, then down to his erect meat.

Licentious craving destroyed the blankness.

"Nothing's the matter," she said. "To be honest, I don't want to seem too eager, that's all."

The water level rose as he crouched between her spread legs. It covered her tits, rising to her chin.

"You're drowning me," she laughed. "Imagine going to a watery grave in a bathtub!"

He chuckled and jerked the plug put. He waited till the water receded to a level below her nipples, then he pushed the plug back in.

"How's that?"

"Better."

"Good. Now tell me… how's this?"

Leaning forward, he clamped his hands on her bountiful tits.

"Mmmmm… better still! Kiss me, play with my tits, and make love to me."

His lips crushed hers in a searing kiss. His hands fondled the wet boobs, tweaking and tuning the long, rubbery buds.

His cock was submerged in the warm water. The heat made his balls tingle, and his meat began throbbing, the blue veins sticking out more than they usually did.

She brought a knee up, then rubbed it against his balls. White hot flares raked his body. She lowered her knee after a while, and he dived onto her tits, intent on sucking the fiery tips that his hands had prompted to stiffen.

"Go to it, love," she urged. "Suck my babies. Pretend they're candy. Suck!"

His lips nudged a delicate bud, then drew it inside. He sucked with vigor, and it quivered excitedly. He took the other nipple into his mouth and achieved the same result. She adored what he was doing. She thrashed about merrily, splashing his body. For her sake, and his own, he sucked her tits for some time, going from one reddish-brown tip to the other.

"Yes! Oh, yes! So nice! Suck my candies. Suck 'em real good!"

Her cries became louder and louder. He ceased his actions. His lips returned to hem. Her mouth was hot, and her face was flushed. As he kissed her, he shifted his lower body and tried to lodge his cock in her cunt. He was more successful than he hoped he'd be, and his cock went through her dense pussy bush and straight into her hole on the initial lunge.

"Ahhhhhhh!" she shrieked.

Then a low, contented groan replaced the frantic shrieks that had previously fled from her lips.

He launched a jarring, full-speed-ahead attack. The warm water seemed to add an extra dimension to his fun. Somehow, it made him feel more sensual, particularly when he began humping faster and faster.

She arched her back and circled him with her arms. Their bodies seemed molded together. There was scarcely an inch between them… sufficient space only for the swirling water to jump up the front of them and lap at her swollen tits.

She began working her hips, matching his thrusts. The pace he'd established was a frenzied one, and they were both pounding and writhing against each other under the water.

As they fucked, grunting and gasping for air, her head thumped hard on the enamel, and stars blurred her vision. Yet she didn't complain, she merely blinked and groaned and carried on fucking without breaking stride.

"Now! Now! Now!" she cried, her desperate scream echoing off the walls.

He knew what she wanted. He knew, because he was sharing the experience with her. She was straining, reaching for her orgasm.

Galloping madly, he strained and strained, then he touched it. Ecstasy was his for the taking. She clung to him.

He gave her a final handful of short, deep strokes. Then, his cock drained and satisfied, be pulled out of her cunt.

"We fucked so hard, we splashed the whole bathroom!" she said, grinning. "What do you suppose everyone else is doing?"

"Fucking, I hope," he replied, smiling. "Maybe even in a bathtub!"

CHAPTER SIX

The Count hadn't been far wrong. They weren't in the tub yet, but they were very close. Claire had been like a giggling teenager as she moved her tall, statuesque body up the stairs in front of Mark Lester. She hadn't really felt that glorious hunk of meat in his pants yet, but she had seen it start to rise when she brushed her mammoth tits up and down his arm in the hall.

And Mark's wondrous cock continued to rise as he watched her bountiful butt-cheeks bounce beneath the thin material of her dress. They looked like two piglets fighting for survival in a flimsy bag. He imagined encasing his meat with them and spearing her cunt from behind. She was a big woman and he guessed he could slam his cock clear up to her tits without any complaint.

He had fucked a lot of Goddamn good ass and his wife Lori was no innocent when it came to sex, but he had an idea that this big redhead would give him the fuck of his life.

In the room, Claire turned and kissed him. At the same time she rammed her pelvis against his rigid pecker.

Oh, Jesus, it's huge! she thought, feeling it press against her belly, the head extending beyond her navel.

"Let's take a bath first," she said. "I want to enjoy every second of this. I want it to last." She flew into the bathroom and flipped the taps on. She sprinkled bath oil into the water and then called to him.

"Do you like it hot?"

She turned and found him standing right behind her. He had already gotten naked and his monstrous hard-on was pointing right where her cunt would be if she, too, were undressed.

"Oh, my God!" she gasped in glee. "What a cock. What a fantastic hunk of fuck meat!"

Stunned, Claire sank to the floor by the tub. Her muscles clutched involuntarily as she stared at his massive cock and the big pair of balls that seemed to roll around in the sac beneath it. For just a second she thought he was going to fuck her right there on the floor. She almost wished he would.

She remained kneeling before the oversized tub, wondering if she had the strength to rise. The muscles in her thighs were trembling and nerves were tingling from her toes right up into her scalp. Awkwardly, she shut off the rush of water into the tub and sensed the involuntarily puffing up of her nipples.

Mark stepped closer, bent to place a hand on her shoulder to steady himself as he tested the water with the toes of his right foot. His huge meat swung back and forth, rubbing against her face. The aromatic perfume of blended male and female odors was strong in her nostrils.

She clung to the edge of the tub as the naked monster eased into the tub, turned his body to lie back in the water. Her eyes stared.

What a man! she marveled again. Unaccountably, her fingers itched to grab his prick and flog it.

"Wash my cock a little," he said, smiling up at her. "Would you like that?"

"Gladly, honey," she replied. "I'll have the time of my life washing that prick."

She soaped the cloth profusely, reached with trembling hands and took it in her left hand, down near the base. At first, she merely floated the sudsy cloth across the massive head with its gaping, un-winking eye.

"Scrub the baby-maker good!" he laughed, his hips hunching.

Claire drew a deep, raged breath, took a titter grip on the thick shaft and scrubbed the slick knob almost roughly. Mark groaned with pleasure as the coarse cloth scoured his cockhead. Then, as she scrubbed, she began masturbating his whang with her left hand, letting her fingers curl around the base.

"Get in the tub with me, Claire," he commanded.

His wet fingers were slipping the buttons of her dress until the crowns of her jugs, in the low-cut bra, were in full view of his piercing eyes.

She rose slowly, trembling, to her feet and shrugged out of her clothes. She stepped close so he could get his long fingers through her coarse, red pussy hair and part her legs so he could massage her cunt. She nearly toppled over backward in a faint when he pinched her snatch. His long finger found and stabbed deep into her cunt-hole while his thumb continued to play with the outer labes.

She stared through glazed, half-closed eyes and wondered if she could take all of his dong. It's going to be fun trying to devour that huge meat with my mouth, she thought, growing hotter. She leaned in over the tub and Mark supported her by taking her tits in his hands. She eased into the tub, knees on either side of him as he straightened his legs. She flinched as her asscheeks touched the hot water. Her body was shaken slightly by a minor climax. Slowly, carefully, Claire settled her body into the bath until she rested on Mark's sturdy thighs.

He tuned her towards him and began caressing her, licking her tits all over, tonguing her hard nipples and chewing on them gently, sending sharp tingles all the way through her tummy into her cunt.

Claire slithered forward in the water, lifted her ass until she could swab the great knob of his cock all the way through her gash. It seemed to increase her strength as she forced it past the labes and raked her fully extended clit. A glorious feeling seemed to ebb and flow through her.

"Oh, this is gonna be good," Mark groaned, "real good. You got a big cunt, ain't ya?"

"I hope it's big enough for that," she replied.

"It will be, baby," he said, "you just relax and work the head around in there a little." His hips backed slightly in the water to add emphasis to his words.

Obediently, Claire moved the thick cockhead up and down her soggy slit. She maneuvered it just inside her cunt-mouth and settled her ass downward. She could feel the thick rod enter her hole, spreading her cuntlips more than they had ever been spread by male meat, and it made her a little dizzy. But she panted with desire and anticipation.

"More, more!" she cried, wriggling all around, pulling his prick farther and farther into her cunt.

"Too much! Too much!" she whimpered as she felt the tremendous hard-on expanding her insides, nudging the farthest membranes of her cunt and making her very asshole bulge. The water stung her tender cunt-flesh. Her cunt muscles fluttered around the invading whang and she careened into a shuddering climax that almost made her teeth rattle.

Her hand was erratic as her fingers fumbled between their attached bodies. God! He had about four more inches of cock left with which to gore her!

"I don't know whether I can take any more!" she whimpered.

"Try!"

"I don't think I can!" she wailed.

"Try, Goddamnit! You can take it all. I can feel it!" He not only wanted to give all his prick to her, he wanted to pound her with it. Just the idea of the free-wheeling orgy that had already started had brought him to a peak of desire he had never felt when fucking for a bunch of cameras. He wished Lori was there so she could sit on his face and play with this chick's tits. It would probably help Claire get that much hotter and ready for his cock, all of his cock.

Claire took a deep breath. She, too, was excited about finally being able to fuck without fear, anybody she wanted to fuck.

"You may split my cunt all to hell!" she said. "But I'm coming down on your cock."

Relentlessly, she settled her ass, grinding his huge cock deeper and deeper into her shuddering cunt. She felt her labes stretched around his battering ram, mashed against the broad, flat bone of his pelvis. His balls were rasping hairily against her distended asshole. She thought, crazily, for a moment of cramming his nuts into her shitter.

"I've got all your cock!" she shrieked, elated. "I have all your prick in my cunt! Goddamn! I didn't think I could take all of your big meat!"

She shook around, pivoting her box on his solid boner, rasping mercilessly against his pelvis. She reached behind and under her to cuddle and squeeze. "Now… let's ball! In the water, in the bathtub! Fuck me!"

Mark clasped her narrow waist, lifted her body and plunged her down, thudding his prick into her.

"Oh, shit, it's good, Mark baby! Oh, what a cock you've got!"

"Listen… listen," he said, almost stammering in his panting, lusting speech. "Let's get out of the tub."

"No. Let's just fuck," she said.

"No… I want to pound it into you. I mean really tear your cunt apart with it. Not many women can take my cock like this. So when I find one that can, I really want to fuck her good."

That convinced Claire.

In seconds she was lying beneath him on the bathroom floor.

"I want a little taste of it," he said, "before I fuck it again."

"Go ahead… lick my snatch a little."

He began lapping away at her magnificently developed clitoris. It wiggled and stuck out a bit more, like a tiny tongue that wanted to exchange licks with his. He sucked it and felt warm fluid flow in unrestrained gushes from her cunt-hole.

He swallowed the juices from her pussy as fast as he could lick them from her cunt, her thighs, her ass, and her belly.

She was shaking, quivering, moaning just seconds away from a shattering climax. He raised up on his knees, bent her legs by the ankles far back over her head, and moved his dripping, bobbing prick within an inch of her gash.

Even in the quivering, pulsating heat of aroused lust, an arousal that had her squirming and gasping in a semiconscious delirium, she knew that she could never go back to her humdrum life of just fucking Daphne after this. Whatever the Count had in mind, Claire Laurenz would be all for it.

Mark nudged the swollen, bulbous knob of his gigantic cock in between the softly-pulsing lips of her gaping cunt. He saw her eyes bulge, her nostrils flare, her mouth come open. He expected a scream to erupt from her throat as he rammed his fourteen-inch cock balls deep into her velvet cunt-hole.

The inner surfaces of her snatch, so soft and tender, clasped his cock all the way. He had to force it through the grasping, moist tightness.

The scream never came. Instead, a smile, warm and knowing, far beyond her years, stretched across her face.

"I love it," she murmured in his ear, her breath coming in quick, short gasps. "I love cock, do you hear me? I love cock!"

Between the raw passion in her voice and the pounding of her hips, she was driving him wild. Exquisite sensations shot through his prick as he buried it in the depths of her juicy pussy. He reveled in its extreme heat and constriction, in his thorough penetration of the hole between her legs.

The yielding flesh of her cunt's soft little folds molded easily, with suppleness, flowing around his thick cock as it pulled nearly out and then rammed forward again, all the way into the flowing bush of her beaver.

He rammed his prick in and out as fast and as hard as he could, raising himself to look down between their sweating bodies to watch his rod fucking her sweet, quivering cunt. It slid and slicked in and out, all wet and shining with her cunt-juice.

"Is it good?" he asked. "Is it good, big girl? 'Cause I'm fucking the shit out of you!"

"Yes," she answered. "Fucking's wonderful! Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!"

Propping himself above her on his hands, he pulled his slippery prick back until her sexy box housed only the flaring silken crown between the lips of her ripely swollen mound. Then he began moving his hips in slow, gentle circles, teasing her with his cockhead just inside the opening of her gash.

She hunched upward with her hips, straining to reach it. Her thirsty cunt tried to grab his prick back, all the way inside her. But he kept his cock where it was, just parting the labes. Her eyes filled with tears and she chewed her lip. Her hands slapped the bed and she shoved herself up towards him, pushing her cunt up his cock like a hot wet tube. It sheathed the smooth warm rod and tried to suck it farther in.

Again he withdrew, backing his cock away from her cunt ever so slightly.

"Damn it, damn it to hell!" she screamed, a rage in her voice that almost frightened him. "Stop it… fuck me! Give me your cock, you fucker! Fuck me!"

He shoved the long, thick dong all the way into her quaking cunt, sending it deep in a blind search for her womb.

She sighed out a long breath of pleasure. Then she was twisting convulsively beneath him, straining to apply action with strong cunt muscles, to suck his cock deep up her hot fuck-hole and get every inner surface caressed by his monstrous prick.

The luscious sensuousness of her body jerked as she screwed herself onto his shaft. She threw her hips up to him wildly, slapping his sweaty belly with hers. Her cunt became a slushy, flowing swamp that surrounded and bathed his impaling cock with liquid heat.

The fires of lust that flared up deep inside her hunching pussy and trembling belly were drowned in the sudden rolling waves of her orgasm. She quivered and twitched, juice and cum drowning his cock.

She shrieked, her voice a high-pitched wail as she came, marvelously and beautifully. It was so intense that both her scream and her contorted face showed pain and pleasure all at the same time.

His cock was on fire with the rising swell of jizz coming from his balls. Harder and harder he slammed his body against hers. His pubic hair nestled against hers as the hilt of his shaft honed in again and again to her yielding, writhing body.

At the last second he jerked his painfully throbbing prick out of her juicy slit and sent cum squirting all up over her belly and right up to the fat bases of her bulging tits.

In shock she struggled and slithered away from him. She watched, fascinated, as the milky fuck-cream flooded her belly and boobs. Smiling, she took a great gob of it on her finger and tasted it. She loved it. She scraped more jizz from her tits and swallowed it.

She moved back to him and took his cock into her mouth and squeezed the last drops of his cum into her throat.

"I love it. I love cock, and I love fucking. I don't ever want to stop."

CHAPTER SEVEN

Daphne was willing herself to leave the room when the last of the other people dispersed. She tried, but somehow she couldn't get her body to move. Lori Lester's young, vibrant body gyrated just in front of her face, and no matter how she tried, she couldn't take her eyes off the beauty of that sweet, russet pussy.

"What's the matter, Daphne?" Lori asked. "Hell, my pussy's the same color as your girl friend's. That should turn you on a little bit."

"No… please. Stop this!" Daphne begged. "It's filthy. What you're doing is filthy."

"Filthy? Hey, you heard the man. We're all here to enjoy. So, let's enjoy. My pussy's soaking wet. You wanna feel?"

"No," the blonde replied. "I want to go to Claire. I want to talk to her."

"Shit, she's not in any mood to talk right now. Not if she loves cock."

"That's just it. She doesn't love cock. She loves me," Daphne insisted. "She does."

"Love, shmove. You heard the man. All sex is love, all love is sex. Right now, your girl friend is getting about a yard of my old man's cock up her cunt. I love him, but he's fucking her."

Daphne knew what the girl was saying was true. But she needed Claire. Without her there, she was afraid. She put her hands up to her face as her eyes filled with tears. She couldn't fight them all. There were too many of them.

Her shoulders shook and her dry sobs filled the room. Then Lori's hands were on her shoulders. "I figured you'd crack in a hurry, honey. You're big, but that don't make you tough. Hell, you're just a kid in the game of being a dyke. You haven't been anywhere."

"Oh," Daphne sobbed, "I'm so alone."

Suddenly tender, Lori led Daphne to a small couch and helped her to sit. She sat at her side and her arm slipped around Daphne's shoulders, soft words spilling from her mouth all the while.

"Don't you worry, honey. Lori's gonna see that you get treated right."

Daphne's eyes rolled, but she was powerless to pull herself from the other girl's grasp. She felt the hands creep up her arms and then cup her face. Her head was turned toward Lori and then the girl's face came close. "Don't be afraid," Lori whispered.

A hand was on her thigh and it was placed directly on her crotch. The fingers came to life and wormed against Daphne's pussy-mound. She could feel each twitch of the girl's hand as it wormed into her twat. Her skirt was being hiked up. Daphne squirmed but her movements only permitted the other girl to get her hand more deeply between her legs. Soon, she was reacting, much as she hated the thought. Her body was alive and it was in need, so that Daphne was no longer in command of her senses.

"No…"

"Easy, honey."

Tears filled Daphne's eyes again and then they rolled down her cheeks. They were splashing down the front of her blouse as Lori clucked at her. But the hand was still busy while its mate was pulling the blouse from Daphne's waist. She bared Daphne's belly and placed her hand flat against it.

"My, what skin. As flawless as a diamond."

She hiked up Daphne's skirt and the hand went underneath. Fingers snaked over her naked thighs and back to the cunt-mound. Daphne knew that her panties were damp and now Lori knew it, for she chuckled. "You tell me one things but your pussy tells me something else. I'm just like you are, Daph," Lori said. "I get tired of men, too. I get tired of having that big pole shoved up my aunt. I like a little woman-loving once in a while. You know, sweet, gentle, and tender. Oman, loosen up a little. Put your hand on my pussy. It wants you."

Daphne's mind screamed no, but her body wouldn't answer. Her hand, all by itself, moved to Lori's dress. One by one the buttons uncoupled and the dress fell away to completely reveal Lori's vibrant young body.

"That's it. That's better, Daphne. Start with my breasts. Suck on them!" Lori lay back on the sofa.

Daphne took first one and then the other of Lori's throbbing nipples into her mouth, expertly toying the hardened knobs with her hot, wet tongue. Then she slid downward, her face and tongue passing gently over the little swell of the other girl's stomach and settling into the soft hair between the girl's thighs. Her lips formed a sucking kiss that brought a sudden gasp of excitement from Lori. Daphne lifted her eyes and looked at the girl's face between her swollen tits. It was twisted into a mask of rapture and passion.

Daphne moved to her knees and put her arm around the girl's shoulders. Then she moved her head upward until she could kiss Lori. She forced her tongue gently through the semi-parted lips and explored fully the soft warmth of the young mouth.

The kiss was sweet and exciting, and Daphne found herself enjoying it. She held Lori so tightly that their bodies were pressed closely together. The woman's expert tongue slid in and out of Lori's mouth and the other's lips and body were so warm and comforting that any tension left in Daphne's body was done away with, leaving only ripples of excited lust flowing across her flesh.

The kisses became more passionate. "More, oh God, don't stop!" Lori moaned. She was lost in the tenderness and excitement she felt flooding and twisting through her body.

"DO you love me, Lori?" Daphne moaned. "Do you love me?"

"Yes. Yes. Yes!" Lori screamed, arching her body high into the air and tearing at the sofa with her nails. "Fuck me. Fuck me with your tongue. Suck my cunt! Give it to me!"

She began writhing and squirming her body under the kisses and kneading hands of the woman. Her tits heated with the attention they were receiving from ardent hands.

But Daphne was in no hurry. The girl's firm, thrusting up entranced her so much that she increased her efforts at sucking and squeezing them. At last her hands went below, her nails lightly skipping across the girl's quivering flesh to find the inside of her thighs and then slide upward to the now soaking, hot, dark mound of young, vibrant pussy.

Lori's legs were thrashing in response and her head and shoulders jerked convulsively in anticipation. The girl began moaning and whimpering as Daphne's fingers slid up and down the wet gash, pausing occasionally to press knowingly against the sensitive spot at the very top of the wet slit.

Suddenly, Lori's body was on fire. Her moans became lustful screams and her own hands began exploring the other's body. Her nails dug into Daphne's flesh as if she could force the satisfaction she needed from the other woman.

"Oh, Daphne," she groaned. "Hurry… please hurry. I can't wait for it. Hurry… yes… yes, oh, God, yes, your tongue. There, oh, your tongue's so hot! There! Harder! Do it harder! Oh, shit…"

When Lori's hips tensed and her back bowed and her whole body went rigid with her first orgasm, Daphne lunged delightedly and drove her head again, even harder, into the soaking mass of cunt between the girl's widespread thighs. She sucked all she could of the girl's hot snatch-juice into her throat. Orgasm followed orgasm as the sucking sounds from Daphne's mouth joined in chorus with the screams of passionate pleasure from Lori.

The girl was in ecstasy. Her cunt and her whole body was erotically stimulated beyond endurance. Lori rewarded the woman's efforts with climax after climax of increasing intensity until both of their bodies glowed with perspiration and the sofa was soaked with gooey juice.

Then Daphne's expert tongue and clinging mouth sent the girl into a spasm too intense and too great to sustain.

"Now me," Daphne urged. "Suck my pussy now!"

"Maybe later," Lori said, struggling from beneath the blonde's body and grabbing her clothes.

"No, now!" Daphne cried. "What's the matter? Where are you going?"

"That was a good come you gave me, Daph. Really good, believe me," Lori said, leaning over and lightly kissing the woman on her juice-stained lips. "But it just made me hotter than ever. I've got to go get a cock to really cool it off."

Lori skipped from the room as Daphne tearfully called after her. "No. No! You can't leave me like this. Please, don't go. You said you loved me!"

But the girl was gone. Daphne slumped back on the sofa. "Oh, no… no," she sobbed. "Forgive me, forgive me, Claire!"

CHAPTER EIGHT

Allison Dare and Gray Hendricks entered his room together. For some wild reason he was actually nervous. He couldn't understand it. This girl was extremely beautiful. Maybe even more beautiful than any woman he had ever taken to bed before. But then, he thought, so what?

She nevertheless had struck some strange cord in him that left his mind raffled and his body shaking. He sensed that she, too, was nervous. "Are… are you really a prostitute?" he asked. He was sorry the second he had said it.

She turned to face him, her velvet eyes meeting his in an unwavering stare. "Yes… does it bother you?"

"A little," he said truthfully. "But then, according to the Count, I guess I am, too."

"Did you swallow all that bullshit downstairs?"

"Let's say I'd like to," Gray replied. "A whole world full of beautiful women, like yourself, dying to go to bed with me? No fears, no guilt, no frustrations? Jesus, it's a man's paradise."

"Then you don't agree with him," Allison said, clasping her hands together to stop their shaking.

"I said I wanted to."

"But do you?" she insisted. What was wrong with her: why was she reacting to him so violently? She had bedded down with a dozen just like him, probably better. Was it because the Count had taken away all of her guilt suddenly? She could take this man to bed and fuck him for all she worth and not owe him a thing, or owe herself. For once she could admit that she had some feeling for a man that went above his belt buckle. No, it was ridiculous. He was just another cock. He was speaking, but she missed his words. "I'm sorry. What did you say?"

"I asked you if you'd care for a drink?"

"Oh… yes, a little sherry, please."

"Have you ever been in love, Allison?" he asked, moving to the bar.

"Do you mean have I ever been married?"

"I didn't say that. I asked if you had ever been in love."

"Sure," she said, suddenly letting the old, flip quality come back into her voice as she continued to stare at him. "Every night."

"I'm sorry I asked."

She lowered her eyes. "I'm sorry I answered that way. I've been loved, I think, a few times… but, no, in all honesty, if that's what you want, I don't think I've ever felt love."

"Neither have I," Gray admitted. He moved over to where she was standing and, taking her face in his hands, gazed into her melting eyes.

"Do you really want that drink, Allison?" he said, looking deeply into her eyes.

"No."

"Neither do I."

He kissed her lips and tasted them at the same time. They tasted good, very good.

When their mouths parted, Allison touched his cheek tenderly, and said, "You're such a beautiful man. And you seem so sad all the time, thoughtful. I've wanted to make you happy since the moment I first saw you. This may sound silly, but I think I really have feeling for you, and I don't know why."

Gray kissed her fingertips and, circling her with his arms, pulled her hard against him. His lips sought hers again, for a bruising second kiss.

"Gray… oh, Gray…" Allison whispered. "Do things to me. I'll let you do whatever you want to do to me."

Her hands unbuttoned his shirt and then they were on his broad chest, twirling and twisting the blond hair.

He kissed her neck and put his hand under the bottom of her dress. Her thighs were warm and soft. His hand raced up them, caressing her thick pussy-mound through the crotch of her flimsy panties.

They undressed each other, piece by piece. Soon their garments were stripped away and they stood, studying each other's perfection with wanton eyes. Then they came together and rolled onto the bed in each other's entwining arms.

Gray cupped her full tits, one in each hand, and rubbed the hardening nipples with his palms. They were perfectly round and remarkably firm considering their weight and their size.

Her whole body was perfect, a gem. It was supple, firm, and wonderfully smooth, as if it had been created by a sculptor out of soft, textured marble.

Gray continued to play with her mammoth tits, and kissed her face as he pressed his rigid cock into her inner thighs. She was hot. Her silken flesh felt as though it would scorch the head of his cock.

What about her cunt?

Was it as marvelously formed as the rest of her? He slid down the front of her, pausing briefly to poke his tongue into her navel. Then he was prowling between her thighs. As his face came into contact with the soft, sweet hairy labes between her quivering thighs, he knew that she was, indeed, a gem all over.

Two pink pussylips peeked out from a tangle of soft blonde hair, and his fingers probed. The lips divided, revealing a pink and puffy interior.

As his tongue and his mouth began to explore, he heard her sharp intake of breath, and felt her sticky juices cascade from her cunt-hole and run in tiny streams over his chin.

He groaned. He loved the taste of her cunt, a bittersweet taste. He also loved the aroma, an indescribable smell that seemed to spur him on to suck and lick her snatch all the harder.

"Ohhh, yes… yes. I… I like it, Gray, but I'll probably come right away, too quickly, if you keep doing that to me."

Gray retracted his tongue. He wiggled back up on top of her, kissing her yielding flesh all the way. His prick was on her thighs once more, hot and throbbingly heavy with lust and need.

"Is that thing down there as big as it feels?" she whispered.

"Well, it isn't fourteen inches like the porno king downstairs," he said, chuckling, "but I've never had any complaints."

"You won't get any out of me, either," she said, her face a mask of seriousness. "When I saw that woman Claire leading him up the stairs, I saw myself for some reason. I don't think I liked it. But I do think I'll like this."

"You're beautiful," he sighed.

"I want you, Gray," she said. "Inside me. Now… please… hurry."

He would fuck her slowly, he decided, and with tender care. He would fuck her much like a loving husband fucks a loving wife when they still love each other.

Using his hand to guide his cock, Gray pushed into her cunt. Her crack expanded to accommodate his hard, thick cock, and he managed to bury nearly all of it inside her hole. Her pussy was ideal for what he intended to do. It was tight enough that it clutched his prick on all sides. It seemed to get even tighter with each thrust.

Gray rode her body as though their screw would last forever. He would withdraw his prick to the very tip, then gradually send it back in her cunt until his balls bounced lightly against her soft butt-cheeks.

Allison emitted a series of enraptured moans and clawed his back with her nails. Time and time again her sharp, white teeth chewed tiny bites on his shoulders and neck.

The passion and the tension mounted as the minutes passed. Long after they would have climaxed under normal circumstances, Gray was still going strong, sliding his hard cock in and out of her wet, narrow cunt.

"Gray… oh, Gray… it's never, ever been like this," Allison panted, her eyes glazed and her body coated with perspiration.

This was pure, brain-dazzling sexual joy for both of them. Often Gray was forced to come to a dead halt and to nestle, absolutely motionless, within her. If he dared launch a single stroke, he knew he would come.

He again withdrew until just the head of his cock remained between her sweet, clasping cuntlips. "What's the matter?" she asked.

"Nothing," he replied. "Believe me, Allison, nothing. You've just got me so hot I'm having one hell of a time controlling myself. And for a gigolo like me, that's very embarrassing."

She opened her mouth and her laughter joined with his. "We're pretty shaky for a couple of pros, aren't we?"

"I love you," he said, letting his cock slip out of her cunt.

"Don't!"

"Don't what?"

"Don't say that… not yet."

"All right."

"Put your cock back in me!"

He moved back on top of her as she slid beneath him. Her legs parted again and wrapped around his hips. She drew them ever closer to her own. With her hand, she guided his pulsing cockhead to her feathery cuntlips.

He moved forward slowly, letting the thick crown again separate and enter her moist hole. Slowly he began moving his hips, giving his cock to her little by little, letting her hips tell him how much and when. Finally some of the tenseness left her body, and he felt his prick slide farther and farther into her satiny cunt.

When he could go no further, he set himself hard against her and fucked slowly, hips gyrating with precision, his cock churning within her soft cunt walls in order to bring her to the fullest point of arousal. She countered by matching his rhythm and motion with her own hips, and letting him know the pleasure he gave her by moans and little gasps.

Gray lifted his weight from her, balancing himself on his elbows, and looked to see the concentrated rapture on her face. The light from the window played across their bodies, giving the whole scene a sense of unreal proportions. Slowly the perspiration rose on their bodies from their mutual efforts. It further reflected the light, giving an otherworldly quality to their fucking.

He fucked faster and faster as she accepted the more violent thrusts of his hard prick with eager movements of her own. Now and then he would pull himself away from her to make his cock slide almost completely out of her wet hole, only to have her lock her legs even harder and return his cock totally inside her warm, seething snatch.

"Go faster, Gray. Fuck me faster!" she said.

Her eyes were open, but they seemed to see nothing as they stared hypnotically through him, finding their point of concentration in some dim vista far beyond her body. Her convulsive movements quickened and her back arched even more to send her slit ever harder against the base of his thick cock. He sensed her complete arousal, and held himself in check until she could attain fulfillment.

The tempo of her undulating hips increased. Gray could feel the full length of his prick as it filled and emptied her wet cunt, bringing her ever closer to the flood of her release. Again and again her body jerked spasmodically until at last her whole being became a tornado of frenzied motion and she voiced a groan of triumphant delight.

He dropped his mouth to hers and drove his tongue hard between her teeth. She sucked on his tongue hard, holding it in a viselike grip. Again he intensified his fuck-strokes until she at last released his mouth for breath.

"Go ahead, Gray. Shove it in, don't stop. Let go. I'm ready. I'll come with you, but hurry. Hurry!"

He began a different motion, driving and pounding deep inside her hole, the head of his cock touching sensitive nerves at the rear of her fiery cunt and causing a long, low moan to explode from her throat with each new, driving thrust.

Then he began.

It started with a low roar in his chest and mounted to an ear-piercing shout as his whole being burst forth like a torrent inside himself. At the same time she screamed, locking herself against him, driving her cunt onto his prick until she reached a fulfillment of passion that she had never before known.

Both their bodies settled in occasional spasms and convulsive murmurs as they completely drained the last drop of sex from each other. Without withdrawing, Gray moved to his side to take his dead weight from her body.

Tenderly, she caressed his face and hair, and then kissed him to show her appreciation.

"You were gentle, Gray, and you were wonderful."

It was the last thing he heard before he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

He felt her slide from the bed. She bent over his face and again kissed him sweetly. Only half-conscious, he heard her quietly leave the room and close the door behind her.

Just before he fell back into sleep, the thought came to him that no woman had ever affected him the way she had. He had never had the desire to be so gentle and loving with any other woman. He had never before wanted to be tender and receive tenderness in return. He had never before felt like being in love while he was making love.

The alarm clanged in his ear, telling him he only had a half-hour to get dressed for dinner.

Lori burst into the bedroom she shared with Mark and dropped her clothes on the floor. She had run all the way up the stairs, still nude, carrying them in her arms. The bout with Daphne had been good but, as usual, she had to top if off with a cock. And not just any cock; it had to be Mark's huge prick, for her to get total gratification.

Lori's eyes came alive when she entered the room. Mark and Claire had moved from the bathroom to the bed. He was sitting on the edge of the bed and Claire was before him on the floor. The big redhead had her face buried in his lap, trying to shove as much of his huge cock in her face as her throat would handle.

"Oh, baby," Lori crooned, crossing to the bed and throwing herself down behind him. "This is gonna be some weekend."

"You are so right," he replied. "How was the blonde?"

"She gave good head but you know me. Got to always end up with my daddy's big dick up me. So now, my pet," she said, a wicked grin crossing her face, "it's my turn to howl."

Mark easily swung Claire up on the bed until she lay sprawled beside his wife. To him the idea of another roll in the hay with both of them so soon after the bathroom session with Claire wasn't, as it was for some men, an alarming prospect. He required very little time to recover. Making the movies had given him that. He welcomed it. He had frequently been called on to have several orgasms within the space of an hour. And he could do it if he had something truly fine to fuck. And the two auburn-covered cunts in front to his cock were truly fine.

His heart and mind were pounding insanely. The vision of the two beautifully nude women, both offering their bodies to the altar of his cock, made his rod even harder.

"I'll fuck you both at once – from hole to sweet, wet hole."

"Yeah. Shit, this is fun," Claire said. A strong tingling in her cunt told her that the mere thought of sharing his big dick with his wife in the same bed would be a whole new sexual thrill for her. "Who goes first?"

"Me," Lori said. "I'm hotter'n a fucking firecracker. Your girl friend really lit my fuse downstairs."

Mark didn't mind. His wife always turned him on so he could fuck all the better and all the longer. Her massive tits attracted him so much every time he saw them that he wished he could spend hours just lying on top of her, eating them.

Mark mounted his beautiful wife. With a jerk and a grunt he sent his huge, rigid cock halfway up her cunt-hole. A second thrust carried it clear in her snatch to the very hilt.

She took it all with a sighing grunt. Lori wrapped her arms and legs around him, her nipples scorching circles in his hairy chest. Mark unleashed a series of hard, fast fuck-strokes.

"Oh, Jesus, I'm ready for your cock! It feels good, baby. It feels like I've been plugged into a hot light socket!"

She had a tighter cunt than Claire. The velvety walls closed in around his cock and held it snugly in place. Mark kept on thrusting, jolting the bed with the fury of his lunges.

"Me… me, too," Claire begged.

Mark had a difficult time stopping but somehow he managed.

"Don't stay away too long," Lori called after him as he scrambled over to where Claire eagerly awaited him.

He covered her big body with his lean frame. Convulsing his hips, he slammed his solid cock into her hot pussy.

The redhead's cunt, wide and deep, was the Grand Canyon compared to his wife. But he was equipped physically to fill her immense cavity. He didn't mind its size; he never did. He loved all cunt.

Mark fucked her with the fury of an enraged bull, and with a cock to match. She loved it, all of it, and screamed for even mare. "Oh, Jesus, what a hunk of hard cock!" Claire screamed. "It's even better the second time!"

"You like my old man's dick?" Lori asked, mashing her tits with one hand while she tried to fill the void in her cunt with the other.

"I love it. I love it," Claire groaned.

Claire's cries became strangled as Lori leaned over and sank her teeth in one cheek of her husband's ass. "That was a love bite," she said. "To let you know I'm still here. I think maybe you've forgotten."

He nearly had.

He ceased pumping his prick and yanked it out of the redhead's bottomless pit.

Claire groaned in disappointment, sorry to see that gigantic prick go.

"I'll be right back, baby. I'm really enjoying this. Two big, beautiful cunts, and for right now, all mine." Lori squealed as he climbed back over her body.

Grabbing his cock, she bore it down to her cunt-mouth and shoved the knob inside.

"Fuck me, baby, fuck me good," she said. "My starving cunt wants to be fed cock."

Mark fucked her.

Lunging savagely, he rammed his prick home. It was a hand fitting a glove again. The snugness was a blessing after his dip in Claire's well.

"Go faster, please, honey! I can't wait much longer for you to come back," Claire cried. "My cunt's burning up!"

But Lori's wonderful cunt had cast its usual spell over him. He couldn't leave it now. He hammered away, the pressure in his balls mounting steadily.

"Aren't you coming back?" Claire shouted.

"Can't… I just can't leave this pussy now… it's good… too good to leave, to pull out of," Mark groaned.

"Then what'll I do?" Claire screamed. "I want to come again. I've got to!"

Claire's problem was solved by Lori. She shouted a lot of instructions to the other woman. She got Claire to place herself sideways on the bed, with her auburn-covered cunt hovering over Lori's beautiful face.

While Mark ground his cock into her at an ever-increasing pace, Lori guided Claire's cunt down onto her mouth and started eating her.

"Yes… that's nice. That'll do it, Lori. Can you do it harder, baby? Faster?"

"I'll do better than that, honey," Lori said. "Hang on." Lori missiled her tongue past the pouting labes and into the soaking interior of Claire's vast pussy.

The big woman's cunt tasted good to Lori. In fact it tasted delicious. She was gad she hadn't eaten Daphne downstairs, even though she had wanted to. It was much more fun eating Claire's cunt while her husband filled her own cunt with his mammoth cock.

Claire's cunt convulsed in lust as Lori's talented tongue dipped into its walls. She gasped aloud when the bridge of the younger woman's nose flattened against her clitoris.

The sight of his wife eating the other woman's pussy spurred Mark on to even greater and harder efforts. His eyes were barely inches from the spot where his wife's hard tongue labored inside Claire's fiery snatch. He leaned over and kissed his wife's tongue while she still had it in Claire's cunt.

His lunges into his wife's gaping hole grew longer and more forceful.

All three of them were racing toward blinding orgasms. Each and every nerve ending in all three bodies strained toward gratification.

Suddenly, Mark was incapable of having any thought other than the feeling in the head of his cock. He was elevated into the atmosphere of raw, animal sex. His loins exploded and the floodgates from his balls swung open.

Lori could feel the gushes of sperm being catapulted into her wildly churning cunt. She came next, soaring and floating together with her husband.

Mark kept fucking. Lori kept tonguing and Claire came.

And slowly they all came back to earth. "Jesus, that was wild," Claire said. "Honey," Lori replied, "unless I miss my guess, that was only the beginning."

CHAPTER NINE

They all assembled in the living room at the appointed time for cocktails. The Count joined them first. "My wife is preparing herself for dinner. I… uh… present her to you shortly."

"Daphne won't be down for dinner, Count LeBarron," Claire said.

"Dom… please call me Dom," he replied.

"Very well, Dom. She says she doesn't feel well."

"A pity," he said. "But somehow I expected she wouldn't be up to very much this evening. Please bring your drinks. The dining room is this way."

They followed him from the room and down a long wide hall to the rear of the house. As if on some signal, two huge, arched doors opened just as he reached them.

The first shock, when they entered the room, was the two servants on either side of the door. They were both very blond, very beautiful, and very naked.

"This is Connie and Dirk. They are my servants but, as you can see, we are all very familiar here, so we all stay on a first-name basis. And this, ladies and gentlemen, is my wife, the Countess Donea."

All eyes followed his sweeping arm to the table. There, serving as a centerpiece, was the Countess, totally naked. Gray was the only one who didn't voice surprise and awe at the woman's body and position. He had almost expected something like what he saw, and he had already seen everything the Countess was now displaying.

But he couldn't deny that she was truly a sight. Her full-titted, full-hipped, Amazonic body took up nearly half the length of the table. She was lying spread-eagled, and even though she was on her back her tits were so large they still filled the air above her.

The dark thatch of her pussy-mound could barely be seen around the mass of whipped cream and custard covering it. Mashed potatoes with melted cheese was arranged on her belly and bowls of hors d'oeuvres and cheese with crackers were placed between her arms and her sides.

Huge crackers acted as bra cups round the sides of her massive tits and inside them, over the tits themselves, was the salad, complete with dressing.

The Countess was smiling. "We don't have to be introduced. I already know you all, and now you know me, in fact, you all now know me all the way. I'm afraid the only meat entree we have this evening is me, underneath all this. So if you want some of the entree, you will just have to eat your way down to it. Bon appetit!"

"Sonofabitch!" Claire said. "This party gets better all the time." She dropped to one of the cushions that ringed the low table and unceremoniously leaned her face over to a salad-covered boob. With her tongue she plucked one of the cherries off a nipple and started lapping up the salad dressing.

One by one they joined in, with only Gray and Allison holding back. Biting their lips they looked at one another.

"I'd rather eat you," he said.

"Ditto," she replied, "me to you."

"But it is exciting. If this is the Count's way of breaking down everyone's inhibitions and getting us all to swing together, it's a Goddamn good one."

"She is beautiful, isn't she?" Allison said. "Prom the look on your face, I'd say that you've probably already fucked her. Right?"

"Yes," he replied.

"Well," Allison said, "what the hell. We're guests, and we came on our own, knowing what the hell it was going to be all about. Go ahead, Gray! Dive in!"

Gray's cock was already rock-hard. He dropped his pants and then his shorts. Then he leaned over the table and rubbed his dick profusely in the mashed potatoes. "I'm sure, Donea, that you're a little hungry, too."

"Ravished," she said, smiling as she opened her mouth and accepted a thick wad of the potatoes along with half of his cock down her throat.

"I'm for a little of this dessert," Mark said as he shoved his face into the whipped cream covering her cunt. His tongue had barely found its way through the gooey mess and into the Countess' glued-up pussy when he felt someone undoing his fly and pulling his cock into freedom. He baked down between his legs. It was Connie, the young blonde serving-girl.

"Servants get hungry, too," she said, and ovaled her lips around the huge head of his cock.

She was lying with her head under his cock and her body stretched out on the table beyond his legs. The Count had gotten between her legs and was preparing to shove his stiff prick up her cunt while she, in turn, sucked Mark off.

Meanwhile, Allison had decided to join the fray. She had quickly removed all her clothing and stretched out on the floor by the table, with one of the larger cushions under her ass. "Hey, what was your name?" she said to the blond boy.

"Dirk," replied the handsome blond man who stood over her and looked down at her seething, oozing pussy while he fisted his cock into hardness.

"Well, Dirk," Allison said, taking a handful of coleslaw and mashing it against her cunt. "Wouldn't you like to… eat?" He willingly buried his face in her gooey snatch, just as Lori appeared over her face. "Speaking of eating," Lori said, her cunt dripping its own juices and the cum Mark had so recently deposited in it, all over Allison's face and tits.

"Sit right down!" Allison said, smiling and opening her mouth to catch as much of the goo dripping from the pussy as possible.

Lori hunched down over Allison's face until she felt the girl's long tongue enter her cunt. She jammed herself down hard and started riding the blonde's face and tongue to climax.

The room filled with the sounds of organized lust, body on body sounds of sucking, eating, and fucking. There they were, nine lust-drunk, sex-crazed people engaged in an orgy that would have shocked a home for wayward perverts. But the Count knew of such things, it was his livelihood, and the wish of the master.

The eroticism in all of them had been pushed to the edge, nearly past the point of no return. Humping and sweating, their actions grew even more wanton as tongues and cocks became possessed, hypnotized with the pure freedom of wanton, abandoned flesh.

Soon their frantic, combined actions had created the desired goal. Gray came first. As his sperm seared Donea's throat, her own cunt erupted in orgasm. It was caused by Mark's plunging tongue.

Lori was screaming as she ground her cunt down over Allison's face. "Oh, do it! Do it good, Allison! Lick my pussy good! Love my fuck-hole with your tongue! Cunt! My cunt's so damn hot it's gushing over with my juices!"

And it was.

Her pussy-juice ran in streams over Allison's face and down her neck. But Allison didn't feel it. All sights and sounds, indeed all thoughts, were blotted out as Lori's moist cunt settled farther over her face, searching, demanding, as it squirmed over the blonde's mouth, her eyes, even over her nose. It was lodged clear up in the redhead's juicy pussy.

In turn her own cunt was being devoured by the blond youngster, Dirk. He was a good, experienced cunt-sucker even though he was so young.

And he was loving it. He could taste Allison's warm juices as his tongue exploring the walls of her cunt and his lips sucked her clitoris. The little bud hardened in his mouth, causing her to moan in unbridled passion and wind her fingers in his curls. She pulled his tongue ever further into her clasping pussy.

Connie, had never seen or sucked a cock as big as Mark's. That, combined with the Count's cock, which was fucking her cunt, had her in boiling ecstasy. She contracted her cunt muscles and threw her legs around the Count's ass as she felt the warm gush of his jizz flood her twitching pussy.

And then, with a convulsive shudder, she felt Mark's cock fill her throat with his animal-like cum. It came in torrents and she had to swallow rapidly in order not to choke.

"Wonderful!" shouted the Count as the sounds of lust ebbed. "Absolutely wonderful. I knew you would all join in the flavor of the weekend. Did everyone come?"

There was a general chorus of agreement and the Count stood. "Then let's all adjourn to the living room. We can start over again there."

"I didn't come," Claire said.

"You will, my dear," Domino said, smiling. "You will, believe me."

They had barely settled in, back in the living room, before Claire went into one of her dances. The Count, of course, had seen it before. But, for the others, it was a wholly new treat.

Her body was breathtaking as she gyrated in the center of the room in naked wonderment. She was tall, sensuous, and glistening with the sweat of her labored dancing.

Still bumping and grinding her hips, she threw herself to the floor and splayed her legs wide to expose the pink, juicy gash of her cunt. She seemed to crawl on her back like a snake as she fucked the air with her pussy. Closer and closer she came to her sex-hungry audience.

Soon she was within inches of the crowd.

Everyone was breathing heavily and all the men had throbbing hard-ons.

"Jesus," the Countess exclaimed, "if there's one thing I like almost as much as getting fucked, it's watching someone else fuck. Somebody screw her!"

Mark screamed in glee and fell to the floor. "I'll fuck you good, baby!" he shouted.

With a smile and a nod of her head, Claire beckoned him, her cunt quivering with anticipation at having that huge cock again. She threw her legs over his head as Mark's sensual, sucking mouth rose to meet her burning cunt-hole. His tongue flicked out to answer her sexual demands.

"Oh, suck it… then fuck it!" the big redhead crooned, grabbing him by the ears and drawing him farther into her burning hole.

Mark was in sexual heaven. He could feel her juices flow, then spurt, as he struggled to capture and swallow all the come. It became a continuous flood as her legs pressured tighter and tighter against the sides of his head, causing the blood to pound in his temples and in his huge cock.

Just when he was sure he couldn't swallow any more, she lifted her crotch from his face and slithered down over his chest and stomach.

Claire grasped his hard meat and hungrily devoured it in her mouth. It seemed to grow to even greater proportions as she tongued the head and fondled his balls.

"How do you want to come?" she gasped. "Tell me, Mark, tell me!"

Without words Mark grasped her by the hips and lifted her ass until her undulating cunt was directly over his cock. She lowered herself onto it like a hungry animal. The whole crowd ohhed and awwed when they saw every inch of his mammoth cock go up in her cunt in one smooth, bone-jarring thrust.

Then their cries mingled in wanton togetherness. Claire began writhing on the hugeness of his jerking prick. Everyone could hear the sucking, slapping sounds as she worked her burning cunt up and down on his cum-slick cock and shoved one other lust-hardened tits into his sucking mouth.

It didn't take long. Claire was the first cunt Mark had ever fucked who could really handle the unbearable pressure of all his cock and fuck him hard at the same time. In a matter of moments he couldn't contain himself any longer. With a wild surge of his hips, he let himself go. He could feel his cum course into her orgasming cunt and mingle with her juices.

"He came," the Countess said, sighing heavily. "It was beautiful. I mean, it was really a beautiful fucking come."

With a final thrust, Mark expended the last of his wad and fell back to the floor, completely exhausted. Claire, also satiated, crumpled on top of him.

By the time Mark finished dumping his load in Claire's big, beautiful box, nearly everyone also in the room was back in the act of fucking and sucking. As Claire and Mark lay there, gulping in air, they could hear the sounds of sex vibrating throughout the room.

Each person could hear the gasps, the moans, the sounds of flesh lapping on naked flesh, and it served to spur each of them on to heighten their own experience.

Back in her room after the bout with Lori on the downstairs sofa, Daphne downed two double scotches and sprawled across the bed. She lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling. There was a crack that ran out from the corner to the light fixture in the center of the room. It looked like a meandering river viewed from a plane high in the sky.

Jesus, she thought, she was probably the only one with a room that had a crack in the ceiling. The Count really knew where to put the outcast. She didn't know what she wanted or who she wanted. She was afraid of everyone except Claire. She had even been afraid of her husband every time they had sex. She had never told Claire about it. She was afraid to tell her, because Claire wasn't really a lesbian.

Claire just liked sex – all sex, with anybody, anytime. Daphne wished she did. It would be a lot easier to cope with her desires if that were the case. Because desires she did have, probably greater than Claire. She just didn't know what to do about them.

She lay awake, still thinking, for almost an hour, before she rolled to her side, facing the wall, turning her back on the white light. She didn't realize she'd fallen asleep until she heard the noise. But the noise wasn't in the room, it was in her dream.

Tom was with her. There was no Claire. There never had been, only Tom, her husband. They were fucking and Daphne was on the verge of an orgasm. Just as she was about to come, she opened her eyes to discover that Tom's head had turned to that of a snake. His tongue was long, black and forked, and it flicked out at her. She tried to roll away, to keep it from touching her face. His fingers had become talons that raked her skin, peeling it in bloody strips from her body. And instead of hating it, she was loving it. The more pain he caused in her body the more she loved it and the closer and closer she came to having her orgasm.

His cock was strange. It was enormous and covered with sharp-edged little spikes that tore at the tender walls of her cunt as he pounded it in and out faster and faster. He was a demon and she was a witch and they were fucking for the love of Satan.

She was about to explode with a bunting climax when Claire shook her awake.

"Hey… hey… wake up, Daph. You're having a nightmare."

"Huh? Oh… yeah, I'm all right… I think."

"It's time for dinner. C'mon."

"No, you go ahead. I… I don't feel very well."

"You better come down," Claire urged. "Unless I miss my guess, there's gonna be a lot of sex for dessert."

"Claire… please. Let's leave here… now," Daphne urged.

"You're crazy. Not on your fucking life. This place is great. You may only love one woman, but I love a lot… and men, too. And hell, a home, if they got one around here I can handle."

"Oh, Jesus, Claire, don't say that. Please don't say things like that," Daphne called after her, but the redhead was gone, laughing her way down the corridor.

Daphne lay back on the bed, fingers laced behind her head, her big, ice-blue eyes staring, unblinking at the overhead light and the crack in the ceiling.

She thought about Claire and then about her dream, and it made her hot all over again. She touched her knees and then ran her fingers up her thighs.

God, oh God, it was good. Her hands rested on the front of her legs, but in a few moments they slipped under her skirt.

Yes, yes! her mind screamed. If no one else will fuck you, fuck yourself!

Yes. How wonderful.

She wasn't thinking straight and she knew it. AU she had to do was go downstairs and any of them would be only too happy to fuck her. But they might hurt her. Tom had hurt her once. Hurt her very bad. She tried to remember it, but she couldn't. She had long ago blocked it from her mind.

Fuck yourself!

Her fingers toyed with the delicate skin of her cuntlips through her panties. She snaked two of them under the elastic crotchband and played with the light fuzz over her pussy-mound.

I should shave, she thought. It's been days.

She let a fingertip worm its way between the soft lips of her cunt. Then too it was good, too good to stop. Too wonderful not to complete.

Daphne sat up and swung her bare feet to the floor. She hurried to the door and locked it. She then moved back to the center of the room and stripped. She fondled her vast, overflowing jugs and smoothed her wide hips and nearly hairless pussy.

The bitch, she thought, the dumb, stupid bitch, not wanting to taste and eat such a good aunt as mine. All she wanted was her husband's big cock when he probably couldn't give her half the come I gave her with my mouth.

Daphne rolled the thick, pliable lips of her cunt between two fingers, savoring the intense, pulsing pleasure that charged up into her belly.

A spasm rattled her whole body as her juices started to flow from the quickly moistening opening.

Swiftly, she masturbated, plunging the two fingers of one hand in and out of her twat. Her hips, working rapidly, helped to bring on the scalding tongues of flame in her belly and in her cunt.

"There is no GOD!" she screamed. "There isn't if my life is like this. Oh, fuck, it's so good, but it could be so much better!"

She spurred herself on, convulsing as the liquid fire burned her veins and flowed out of her, painful yet sweet, cleansing her of all desire.

After a while, Daphne straightened, still in the throes of heated lust, and looked in the mirror at her big tits, shivering like jelly.

She was still beautiful. The rounded peaks of her firm tits stood up defiantly and she could look down through the canyon between them to the soft golden pussy triangle at the base of her belly.

She placed her palms under her full boobs and lifted them still higher until they stood out in two bullet-like cones. She held their nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. She squeezed them gently into erection.

It was exciting to remember that Tom had done the same with his strong, warmly working fingers many times in the past. The recollection of it aroused her even more.

Her hands moved down from her tits to the smoothness of her stomach, through the soft sparse hair over her cunt.

Then she remembered. Tom had hurt her and she had liked it. She inserted the first two fingers of each hand in her cunt. Four fingers, clear to the last knuckle, up her scalded snatch. Then she started pulling, wider and wider and wider. Tears of pain popped out of her eyes.

Still wider.

It felt as if she were ripping her cunt apart.

It felt wonderful.

At the head of the bed there was a tiny table. She opened the top drawer. Surely they would have to have them in every room. It was an old house with undependable power.

She found one in the second drawer. It was a taper. Too thin. She dropped it back in the drawer and rushed to the bureau. She found another. This one was long, hard, and as thick as her wrist. She thanked her luck that it was not a stub, but a healthy thing almost a foot long.

She carried it back to her bed and lay on her back. At once she placed the candle against her cunt and, holding it in both hands, she pushed with a very slow but firm thrust. The candle slid into her cunt and she felt her labes suck around it before spreading to allow its passage.

"Yes…" She was surprised that she could speak at all. The pain was wild.

She pushed and the candle sank deeper in her hole. Soon, it was almost halfway into her box and she loved the waxy feeling as the walls of her cunt pressed around it.

"It hurts. Oh, Jesus, it hurts!" she cried out. "It feels like it's splitting my whole fucking body apart. It hurts like hell… I LOVE IT!"

Then she put a fist over her mouth and bit it. But the other hand kept pushing. Soon the candle was two-thirds of the way into her cunt and she came up against the base of her cervix. She paused, knowing there was no need to wait. The thing wasn't going to come for her. It wasn't alive. It wasn't a wonderful cock she had jammed inside her cunt.

She moved her hips and the candle shifted. Slowly, she flexed the cheeks of her ass and the candle was thrust a fraction of an inch deeper. She flexed again and then she braced her toes against the iron at the foot of the bed so she could get some traction.

Her hips came off the mattress and then she eased them down so that the candle was pushed hard into her cunt, and then allowed to slip out a few inches.

She did it again… and then again… and again.

Now she had the fuck-rhythm going with the candle plunging in and out of her cunt. She worked steadily for several minutes. She had to put all her mind to it before she could feel the stirring in the pit of her belly. She thrust again and again, grunting with the effort. She hoped her powerful body wouldn't snap the candle before she was finished and the wax cock had finally done its strange job.

Then her cunt was convulsing with orgasm. She heaved and gasped, loving the joy of the thing she was doing. She thrust the candle and clutched it with both hands throughout her climax.

Then she sank back on the mattress. She lay with her eyes squeezed shut for several minutes before she opened them. She looked down at the red stick of wax poking into the air from between her legs. She pulled it from her cunt and hurled it across the room to thud against the door.

Daphne moaned and shivered. She pulled the blanket over herself and closed her eyes. She didn't want to see any part of her sinful body. It was ugly to her all of a sudden.

Goddamn Claire!

Goddamn Lori!

Goddamn… the whole Goddamn fucking world she was forced to live in.

CHAPTER TEN

The next evening was very similar to the first, only more so. Each of them had spent the day in or by the pool or on the tennis courts or on the golf course. And during the games there was always a liberal time for sex when the desire or need arose.

Gray ate Allison's pussy in the pool, and then fucked her underwater. When it was over and they were lying on two lounges, nude, at poolside, they talked.

"I think," she said, "this is the most depraved time I have ever had in my life."

"Me, too," he agreed, and fell silent for a long time. Then he said. "Will you go back to tricking when we get back to the city?"

"Depends," she replied.

"On what?"

"If you go back to skiing."

"I won't," he said, rolling over and facing her. "If you'll move in with me, we can have all of this every night."

"Not really, or I should say, not exactly," she replied.

"What do you mean?"

"Let's face it. We're depraved and a little perverted to enjoy this as much as we are. And just the two of us together won't be able to keep it alive unless we come back here now and then to the Count's parties."

"You're probably right," he said.

"So you move in with me," she said, smiling. "I've got more money."

"I'll get a job," he said. "But I will move in with you."

"It's a deal," she said, rolling off her own chaise and taking his cock in her mouth.

Just off the ninth tee, the Count, Lori and Claire stopped for a break right in the middle of the fairway. Lori ate Claire while the Count reamed her asshole. When they had finished and resumed the game, both women had the same comment: "I could almost live a normal life on the outside if I had weekends like this to come back to often enough."

"But, my dears," the Count said, "you can. You will always be welcome guests at my house always. In fact we have a little group, a club that meets quite often. There is, of course, a membership fee and some dues each weekend you attend, but that is insignificant."

Mark was leading three games to love in the second set with Countess Donea when he couldn't stand the bouncing of her braless jugs any more. He pulled a cushion from one of the courtside lounges and stripped her tennis dress from her body.

He reamed her cunt first, from behind, and the sheer beauty of his cock disappearing beneath her butt-cheeks became too much for him. He pulled his cock out of her cunt.

"Oh Jesus, Mark honey, don't stop. Don't stop fucking me. Your cock is like the master's – huge, hard, and beautifully painful. I love it."

"Who?"

"Never mind. Just keep fucking me," she intoned.

He grabbed her by the hips and pushed her down into a kneeling position, then pushed her forward.

He held his long, strong cock and moved it gently up and down between her legs. She reached behind her, trying to push it back into her heated cunt. He held back and she cursed him as she tried to press down on him with her butt.

But he was still evading her. He pushed his fingers into her cunt, withdrew them and smeared her lubricant around and below her cunt and asshole. He did it again, then smeared some of her twat-fluid on his own hard prick.

"Don't move," he told her, grasping her butt and edging forward on his knees.

The throbbing tip of his prick touched her asshole and she went limp as the tension of anticipation drained from her body. His cock was too big for her there. She loved pain, but she was sure he would split her clear in half if he even tried to put just the hard, huge knob of his cock in her asshole.

"No… please… not that way, not there!" she cried. "You're too big!"

But he was already pushing hard, spreading her butt-cheeks with the palms of his hands, grunting as he forced the head of his fat prick into her tight, puckered shitter.

"No!" she said, her voice starting to fill with the pain of his prick. "Oh, shit, stop! STOP! It's hurting like hell! I can take a lot of cock in the ass… I've done it. But not that monster. But not that monster of yours, please!"

Again she tried to reach back and stop him, but he pushed his finger into her cunt and started manipulating her, massaging her clitoris and moving his finger in and out of her hot hole.

The fight went out of her, and she fell forward onto her elbows, gasping with pleasure and pain both as he pushed harder and thrust his entire cock up her ass. His balls were sandwiched between the front of his thighs and the back of hers. He gripped her buttocks, digging his fingers in hard, and started fucking with quick, savage movements, watching his cock as he fucked her, pulling her to him in time with each thrust and listening to her groans of pain.

He went on until just before his orgasm, then he slowed the steady rhythm of his thrusts and gradually pulled his darkened prick out of her shitter.

"Jesus, that was good," he sighed. "I could fuck you like that as regular as hell."

"Like one weekend a month?" she said. "Or maybe even more?"

"I'd love it," Mark replied.

"Maybe… just maybe there's a way," the Countess replied. "Now I'll suck your cum out of your cock with my mouth. When I do, see if you can shove the whole fucking hunk of meat down into my belly. I want to take it all."

She covered as much of his cock as she could with her mouth, and watched as his hips came forward to bury more, and more, and all of it in her gagging, clasping throat.

Daphne never appeared all day. She drank until there was nothing left to drink. Then she smoked the pot that had been left in every room. And she masturbated as she watched what went on from her third-floor window.

She watched the Countess take Mark's huge meat up her asshole, the small hole, the painful hole. She heard the Countess scream in pain. And that's what made her masturbate – the sounds of pain, not the sight of all the fucking.

That evening, after dinner, they all assembled in the basement room. All except Daphne. It was a huge room, perfectly outfitted for both a regular party and an orgy.

Mark, naked to the waist, was dancing with Allison. He had an enormous hard-on which was bulging out the front of his jeans. Allison pressed lovingly against it. She wore only a bra and flesh-colored panties.

The Countess was sprawled naked in a corner, eating Claire's ample pussy.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" the Count asked as he passed the redhead and his wife.

"I'm one with erotic freedom," Claire said, smiling and grinding her naked pussy against Donea's willing, sucking face.

The Count walked on to the bar and refilled his drink. Lori was on top of the bar, naked, with her legs spread wide.

"My dear, you have a beautiful ass and an even more beautiful cunt," he said, dropping ice in his glass with one hand and fingering the pink, dripping slit of her pussy with the other. She had been smoking, more than the others had, and dropping some of the many pills that had been placed around the room. The pupils of her eyes were rolled up into her head so almost all that could be seen were the whites of her eyes.

"Suck my cunt," she begged, spreading the wet lips of her pussy with her fingers.

The Count forgot the crowded room as his tongue darted expertly into her hole and probed. In three minutes she came.

"Now you suck my cock!" the Count said, standing and bobbing his cock back and forth from one of her tits to the other. As it hit each nipple, tiny silver strands of his seepage were left dangling on her hardened nipples.

Lori slid off the bar onto the floor. She dropped to her knees in front of him. She took his cock to the back of her throat and gagged.

"Oh, come now, dear," the Count said, "if you can suck that husband of yours, surely you can handle this cock." He shoved forward with all the strength in his hips and forced his cock all the way down her throat.

Gray had somehow taken his pants off. He thought he had fucked Allison in the ass. He couldn't really remember, everything had gotten suddenly very groggy in his mind.

He was just wandering around the room. Somebody turned down the lights, and now there was only an orange-red glow in the room. He felt woozy and knew that the food that evening had been doped. So what? he thought. They were all doped on sex anyway.

He had trouble recognizing other people. Then he realized that almost everyone else in the room was naked. Not only were they naked, they were fucking… or sucking… or doing something to each other.

What was he doing?

He looked down. Because he didn't have a hard-on, that was why he wasn't fucking. His eerie sensation was heightened by the uncomfortable heat that seemed to have filled the room.

"Let me look at you," a girl said, coming to him. Gray spread his legs and she fingered his cock. It started to rise in her hand.

"You don't have any hair on your pussy," Gray said, staring between the girl's legs.

"That's because I shave," she replied. "Because I'm clean and pure and all of you are dirty. Is there something wrong with you?"

"I feel kind of funny," he replied. "Like somebody picked me up and dropped me, but I didn't come down. I stayed up there somewhere and just floated around. I think I'm doped or something."

"Everyone looks doped," the girl replied.

"Who are you?" Gray asked.

"Daphne."

"Did you eat dinner?"

"Then you're not doped. We are."

"Would you care to dance?" Daphne asked.

"I'd care for another drink," Gray said. "And then some of your hairless pussy."

"All right," she replied.

"Straight… or a mix?" Gray said, pushing Lori and the Count out of the way. Gray thought something was funny. Then he realized what it was. The Count was fucking Lori's face, but Gray couldn't see the Count's cock when he thrust. It was because Lori had swallowed the Count's cock. How would the Count ever fuck now? Gray wondered.

The girl was answering him. He concentrated to understand her. "Whiskey, straight whiskey," Daphne said. "Lots of whiskey."

He poured some whiskey. "There. That be okay?"

"Fine," she said, downing the drink in one swallow with her head thrown back. "You want to suck me now?"

"I like to fuck," Gray said, trying to focus his eyes.

"Oh." Gray reached out and squeezed her hairless pussy. "Stop it! I don't want to fuck. It's painful."

He took her in his arms and felt the cunt some more. "I've got to kiss you. I've got to fuck you," he said.

"Why?" Daphne replied, taking a drink of whiskey, straight, from the bottle.

"Because you're the only one I haven't fucked." Gently he eased her to the floor. He had already forgotten her name. It didn't matter. He reached up and took each of her firm, shapely tits in his hands and squeezed them, rubbed them until her nipples glowed like twin hot coals.

He pinched them and she groaned. He pinched them harder and she growled in pain. But she didn't move away from him.

There was something about her, about hurting her that was very exciting. He hurt her some more and his cock got harder. He slapped her and she smiled. Her pussy started gushing juices when he slapped her again.

Then he went mad. He tiled to slap the grin off her face. Instead, it got wider and her eyes became hooded as if she were in some kind of far-out trance. Her nose was bloody.

He stopped beating her for a second and shoved his cock up her cunt. She screamed, a curdling scream of intense pain.

And she kept smiling.

He pulled his cock out of her pussy and speared the smile. He pounded her face, gagging her. His body stiffened with the onset of his release. His cock became tight with the sperm it was ready to shoot. He threw his head back in tension.

The girl pulled her head away from his blood-engorged prick. He tried to plant it again in her face but she turned away.

Then he noticed that she was laughing at him. Gray drew his right hand up and swept it down in a vicious backhand that caught her flush on the cheek and slammed her head around. He stared down at her with his teeth bared in fury and lust.

She pulled her head back to stare up at him. The glaze heightened in her eyes. A trickle of bright red seeped from the corner of her mouth. The smile returned to her face and her mouth opened wide in another laugh.

Gray couldn't understand what was happening, but he knew that he couldn't stand very much more of her laughter. He put his hands to his ears. The sound wouldn't go away. He sensed that everyone else in the room had stopped what they were doing to watch him and the blonde woman with the big tits, the hairless pussy, and the strange laughter.

He took his hands from his ears. The laughter boomed through his head. His eyes filmed over with red. The room had turned to crimson. The laughing was far away from him now. He could see himself standing on the floor, the blonde with her arms clasped around his knees. She had her head against one of his knees.

His big hand came up again and cracked her across the mouth as she looked up at him. Again and again the big hands found their mark on the smooth white flesh of her body in a steady tattoo that matched the beat of his blood as it surged towards his pounding cock.

Around him, from somewhere, disembodied voices seemed to float into his consciousness: "Jesus, look at her face!"

"Is he gonna kill her?"

"I don't know."

"It looks like she loves it."

"Her tits are turning black and blue."

Daphne started to arch her back even as she cried out in pain. She pulled her legs together and then she pulled them apart again. Between them her pussy flowed like a river.

Gray came down on top of her. He moved his cock around until he found the entrance to her cunt and rammed it into her hole.

This time she didn't scream, she sighed and moaned with passion. "Yes… yes… fuck me! Hurt me with your cock, tear my pussy apart!"

The muscles in her cunt were gripping and relaxing in a tightening spiral of stimulation. Her breath was coming shorter. Her lips were pulled back. Her teeth were bared and she was breathing openly, her hot exhalations blowing across the side of Gray's neck, causing the small hairs there to stiffen and tingle.

He could feel himself getting close to a huge climax.

The girl, in turn, rocked back on her hips and circled his waist with her legs. The change in position allowed Gray to bury his thrusting cock completely in her wet, hairless pussy. He bore down on her with all of his weight as if, with his cock and sheer will, he could split her body in half. He increased the tightness of his hold around her ribs, and dug his fingers into the soft skin of her back, and butt.

She was thrusting upwards with her hips in time with the motion of his cock. She came an instant before Gray let go into her cunt with a hot, pulsing stream of creamy jizz that seared her inner walls.

She had climaxed a second before he did. She did again as the hot, sticky sperm shot into her guts. Gray continued to pound and ride her down until she had come a third time.

At Gray's shoulder the Count softly said, "I was wondering who it would be. I should have known the master would choose her."

CHAPTER ELEVEN

It became a ritual, led by the Count and the Countess. They way they went about it was precise and methodical, as if they had done it many, many times before. Connie and Dirk carefully dressed Daphne's bleeding body in something between a dress and a ceremonial robe. They even put underwear on her. Then they took her up to a strange room in the attic, dimly lit and hung with black and red drapes.

The four of them seemed to be chanting something as they carried Daphne between them, with the others trailing along behind.

At the end of the room, under an arched canopy, was a strange kind of altar. In front of the altar, coming down through the canopy, was a long, golden chain. The Count, with the help of the two children, attached Daphne's wrists to the chain and hoisted her off the floor.

Everyone else stood and watched in muted awe and expectation. They were all still naked and their hands continued to fondle and caress themselves and each other even though their eyes never left the blonde beauty hanging slightly off the floor in front of them.

As she was lifted from the floor, Daphne seemed to wake up to some realization of what was happening to her. Her body arched but, more importantly, she saw the strangeness in the Count and Countess' eyes. She also saw the glint of lust in the others' eyes.

She saw no help from any of them.

Daphne's wide, blue eyes became horror-filled saucers of fear. Her body trembled. She looked up and then down at her bloodied, suspended body and wondered why she was dressed so strangely. Her wrists were attached to a chain and her feet were suspended about six inches off the floor.

Why?

"Don't worry, my dear," the Count said. "It will be glorious for you, the culmination of every hidden desire you have ever had. Many would envy you."

He moved to a table against the wall. The top of it was covered with different instruments of torture. He returned to Donea's side carrying a leather, many-pronged whip and a pair of scissors.

The rest of them watched.

"Hold this," the Count said, handing Donea the whip. "We must disrobe her for the master… in view of the master."

He began carefully cutting off pieces, and then hunks, of Daphne's robe-like dress. He cut the shoulders first and then the sides. The top of her dress fell away. Two more rapid snips and her bra straps were severed.

The men in the room were getting hard-ons.

Mark stepped forward. "I wanna feel her tits."

There was no objection. Mark examined her breasts as though he had never seen any before. He cupped one in each hand and noted their weight and the texture of the skin both on the fleshy globe and on the nipple.

"Heavy tits… nice tits," Mark chanted, studying them like a man possessed.

As if on some impulse beyond his own reasoning, he viciously squeezed both tits, hard. Daphne yelled. He squeezed them again and scratched his nails across the nipples.

"Can I have one?" Claire said, coming up to stand beside him.

He smiled and released one of Daphne's breasts.

"Claire… please," Daphne begged.

"You like it," Claire said. "I can tell, Daph, you cunt, you love it."

Claire assumed control of one tit while Mark continued to torture the other.

"Do you like our party?" the Count said. "There's always something about a beautiful, defenseless woman at mercy, that briny out the wont in everyone."

"Man and woman alike," Claire echoed as she brought another scream to Daphne's ups by biting her nipple. "You love it, Daphne, you love it. Tell me how you love it! I've watched you, you bitch." Lowering her head, Claire planted several painful bites on Daphne's nipple.

Mark copied the redhead's action on the boob in his hands.

"Oh, God, please don't. Don't! Oh, Jesus, it hurts like hell!"

"It is hell," the Countess cried. "Sweet, wonderful, beautiful hell. I love it, too, Daphne. The sacrifice is always the best part of the weekend."

"For God's sake, don't! Please don't!" Daphne repeated, feeling the strange sensations coming back to her, the sensations she had started to feel when she had been so cruelly abused by Gray. She hated them, she hated them, she kept telling herself. But, somehow, her body started responding to them.

Mark and Claire ignored her screams. They continued to torment her tits until both the heavy globes were crimson and swollen.

The Count scissored a straight line up the side of her dress, from the hem to the waist, and the shredded material fell to the floor.

That left only her panties. Hands came from everywhere to shred the flimsy nylon garment into as many pieces.

She was then completely naked to the eyes of her lust-crazed tormentor. The raw, red, swollen lips of her pussy still dripped Gray's cum as she twisted in her bonds, trying to wrench free of their biting teeth and their clawing hands.

The Countess jammed her face into the seeping pussy between Daphne's thighs. She spooned the cum and cunt-juice from the hairless pussy with her tongue. And, all the while she worked, she chanted. "Clean… clean… she must be clean… she must do the master with a clean cunt."

"Yes… cleanse her," the Count said.

He pulled the whip from Donea's hand and stepped around, behind Daphne's hanging body. He carefully gauged the distance from the end of his arm to the two solid, neatly rounded moons of Daphne's ivory-fleshed asscheeks.

The Count swung the lash in a wide arc. The blow landed across her buttocks and she screamed. The whip sang a second time and blood spurted in its wake.

Daphne released a deafening scream.

Suddenly, hurting Daphne, causing the greatest amount of pain they could, became the ultimate in everyone's mind.

Claire dropped to her knees between the blonde's legs. She made a fist of her hand and cruelly jammed it clear to the wrist in the blonde's tender cunt. Lori took Claire's place at the vacated breast and took great pleasure in twisting and biting the breast's soft flesh.

The harder Claire tortured her cunt the more Daphne's juices flowed and the less insistent were the screams from her mouth to stop the punishment. Eventually they ended completely and were replaced by moans and sighs of pleasure.

Eventually Claire's hand sloshed easily in the moisture gushing from Daphne's cunt. At the same time, Mark moved around behind her, bent below the singing whip and prepared to stick his huge cock up her asshole.

Her back and her buttocks bled profusely from the crisscrossing red welts. Suddenly the horrible sight of her partially mutilated flesh became appetizing to them all. They all became obsessed by a sexual demon.

Kneeling, Mark pressed his face into her ass. His tongue lapped the sores and dipped in and out of her asshole.

Gray slid his hard cock along side Claire's hand and up into Daphne's cunt along with it. It split at the top and she started bleeding from there as well as her other wounds. Mark, meanwhile, abandoned his licking and stood up behind her.

He inserted the huge head of his cock in her asshole. He pressed hard. She groaned in pain but concentrated on relaxing her ass muscles. He exerted more pressure, grunting and shoving his burning hard-on up her ass with all his might.

Two inches tore into her, ripping the skin. He shoved and shoved. More tight flesh surrendered to his advance, engulfing his prick with heat.

Daphne moaned, loud and uninhibited. Her body was a bloody mass from the biting teeth and the stinging whip, all of which continued. She was beyond protesting. She was in another world filled with weird and painful, but powerfully sexual, sensations.

Mark rammed his cock at her asshole, loosening the passage with each powerful thrust. The final few inches that he parted brought even more blood to his hammering cock. Finally, to his delight, he was able to plumb her to the very depths of her belly. He started fucking her asshole in a series of deep, wildly sexual thrusts.

Above her hand, and Gray's cock, Claire had taken Daphne's clitoris in her teeth. She pulled and bit at it like an animal. She gouged it with her teeth until the flesh let go and she had the tiny button in her mouth. Back into the cunt she went with her tongue, making slurping, sucking, sounds.

The excitement of the raw, tight asshole took its toll quickly on Mark. It rushed him to a wild climax. He jackhammered his cock into her with fervor and lust. He emptied his balls into her and still his cock wanted more. He found a table and stood on it. He parted her gasping lips and buried the full length of his huge cock down her gasping throat.

On and on it went as if the torture and the mass hysteria were heading for only one end.

And then that end came.

Mark emptied yet another load of his heated sperm into her gagging throat and pulled his blood-drenched cock from her face.

With a powerful, climactic scream, Daphne's whole body shuddered in one, last, final orgasm and went slack in the chain that bound her. Her head fell down, nearly reaching her mutilated breasts.

The Count, his eyes full of a strange, otherworldly rapture, dropped the whip and came around her body. Quickly he examined her and then stepped away from her lifeless form.

"She's dead," he said.

"But she lives," intoned the blond children.

"Bless her," the Countess said, standing by her side, her own, naked body drenched with Daphne's blood. "She is now with the master."

EPILOGUE

The Count and Countess LeBarron stood on the front veranda of the huge house as the big limousine, carrying their guests, slid down the long, angular drive. They waved and spoke complacently to each other as the car turned out of the gate and headed for the main highway.

"How soon," said the Countess, "do you suppose they'll be back?"

"I rather imagine," replied the Count, "that it will be at least a month."

"Really?"

"Of course, my dear," he said. "You should know that by now. They will all shun their past lives for at least two weeks. Out of guilt, or shame, or just fear. And then, suddenly, they will have that driving urge to return and take part in our little game and they will realize that they must have the money in order to do it."

"Did you explain the rules to them?"

"Oh, yes," he replied, "of course. Explicitly. And at two thousand dollars per weekend, they'll have to return to their old vices… and lives. They each came to me individually, of course. They didn't want the others to know that they were perverted enough to actually enjoy such weekends. No, my dear, there is no doubt about any of them. They will all be back, and they will all pay."

"Good," she smiled. "Shall we go up and give thanks?"

"Yes," he said, smiling and taking her arm. "Everything should be ready by now."

They disrobed as they ascended the stairs to the attic room. By the time they stepped into the room and approached the altar, they were completely naked.

The young girl, Connie, had already made all the arrangements for them by the time they arrived.

The Count lifted the top of the altar and took from it the huge, flaming red replica of the master's thorned penis.

He stood at the altar with the huge cock raised in supplication above his head and intoned.

"Ohhhhh, Satan, master of the depths of darkness… giver of eternal life and sexual master of us all… thank you for your bountiful gifts and welcome the new ones you have sent to join us. Accept the offering we have given you in mutual sacrifice. And welcome all their gifts soon to come, that your work may be carried on by us, your faithful servants. Ohhhhh, Satan, Lucifer, keeper of the depths of hell, let us serve you and prove our worth to you."

As the echo of his words died out in the room, he jammed downward with the huge phallus and buried it between his wife's outspread legs. She, in turn, encircled it with her hands, and it took on a life of its own, as a strange, red glow filled the room and she engulfed herself in receiving the ultimate sex it gave her.

At the same time the Count turned back to the altar where the blonde child had lain, with her legs widely spread.

"And now my gift… Master?"

The young girl spoke in a low, rolling, husky voice, its timbre echoing throughout the room.

"Here is your gift, my slave. Take it!"

The girl spread the tender lips of her naked cunt, revealing the raw redness of her newly formed hymen.

The Count placed the head of his cock at the girl's cunt-mouth.

As he shoved forward, splitting the already bloody hymen, he shouted: "For the love of Lucifer!"

Content

Jason Cannon
Weekend orgy

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

EPILOGUE