Weekend orgy

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."