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.