Weekend orgy

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."