Weekend orgy

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."