He felt the head of his prick push through the first tight ring of muscle and he was surprised at the tightness of the woman's asshole. It was like a softly clinging velvet glove, and as the head of his prick reached the second ring of muscle, he gasped and felt himself slide into her warm, clasping anal passage.
"Uhhhhnnn!" he gasped as she thrust back at him, and he could actually feel Pete's stiff prick as it moved slowly in and out of her cunt. The feeling was unreal, and the full, warm ass cheeks against his belly sent wave after wave of pleasure through his young body.
Pam felt the boy enter her fully from behind and she looked down at Pete as he licked his lips and ran his hands between their bodies to grab her full tits in his hands. She felt his prick as it filled her eager cunt and she lowered her mouth to his to suck his tongue into her mouth as he began to rotate his hips slowly beneath her. She shoved her tongue into his mouth then as Bob pulled his prick out of her ass just to the head, then plunged again deeply.
She shuddered as her clit was mashed against Pete's prick and she knew she was about to her a fantastic orgasm with both of the boys fucking her wildly. She ground her hips against Pete's as he thrust upward, and she felt Bob withdraw for another plunge. It only took them a few strokes each to set up a mind-blowing rhythm with their hot young pricks, and Pam felt herself building rapidly to a climax.
She raised her mouth from Pete's and glanced to her left to see Marge lying on her side, sixty-nining with Albert, while behind her, young Jim shoved his prick into her ass and reached around to mash her tits with his frantic hands. Marge moaned with the boy's prick in her mouth and thrust her hips back as Jim cried out, "Uhhn… that's tight… God, it's hot, too!"
The room rebounded with the obscene sounds of the six people as they sucked and fucked wildly, and each of them cried out in the throes of passion as they built to their individual climaxes in the midst of the wild orgy. Pete felt Pam's teeth sink into his shoulder as she stiffened and bucked against his prick, then he felt his balls release a new flood of jism into her hot, clasping cunt and he released with it a long, low animal cry as he squashed her soft tits in his hands.
Pam sobbed as orgasm after orgasm racked her sweating young body and she felt the prick in her ass erupt wildly as Bob dug his fingers into her hips painfully and cried out that he was dying.
Beside them, Marge took the boy's cum down her throat as the prick, in her ass exploded and she felt her own body give up its energy in a great crashing wave of ecstasy that caused her to squeeze her thighs tightly about the boy's head as he sucked her clit between his eager young lips. She felt his prick spurt the last of his youthful cum down her throat, and he groaned as his prick became supersensitive inside her sucking mouth.
Finally, the six fuckers lay sweating and gasping for breath in post orgasm euphoria as their bodies cooled and stiff young pricks wilted to shriveled lengths of wrinkled flesh and popped out of mouths, cunts and assholes, slick now with the cum that had dribbled from the women's orifices.
The candles burned low and Bob was the first to roll off the bed to collapse on the floor. Pam heard him dimly as she struggled to stay in that warm, secure place her mind had plunged her following the own multiple orgasm that had sunk her nearly to unconsciousness. She felt his hands on her shoulders, then he was lifting her face from Pete's shoulder and he kissed her softly.
"You… you're too much…" he said.
She wrinkled her nose. "You're pretty good yourself…" and she kissed him again. "Would… would you do me a favor now?"
"Who do you want murdered?" he asked playfully.
She smiled tiredly as she reached for his wrinkled prick as he sat beside the bed. "Would you get them to clean up the kitchen before you make them leave?"
Bob understood and he nodded his head tiredly as he stood and told the others, "Okay… the fun's over – we got somethin' to do 'fore we can leave!"
Pam lay in a half-slumber, Marge beside her, their arms and legs entwined as the boys dressed quietly and went to the kitchen. She heard them moving about as the water was run in the sink and the garbage disposal churned. She rolled slightly to one side and took Marge's full breast in her hand and massaged it until the nipple became turgid.
Marge fluttered her eyelids as she felt the woman's body pressing against hers, and Pam's fingers sought her sopping cunt. They both heard the back door slam, and as the house fell quiet, Pam kissed Marge softly and then said, "Now it's our turn…" and she stroked the other woman's cunt as Marge's hand moved between her legs to return the favor.
The house echoed their sounds of lovemaking, and as Pam turned on the bed to place her mouth over Marge's cum-filled cunt, she thought, Hell… Mrs. Hoagarty can just wait!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Pam felt refreshed following a short nap, a snack and a shower. She had left Marge sleeping deeply and locked the door behind her as she remembered her delivery to the customer named Hoagarty. As she drove toward the address, the sun was setting over the blue Pacific and she wished now that she had inquired about the Hoagarty account from Marge… she really wasn't in the mood for any more sex, and if that was what it took to keep daft customer happy, she might well lose her first customer!
She found the residence, unlocked her trunk, removed the articles, and walked to the front door just as dusk set in. A middle-aged woman answered and showed her in cheerily.
"I'm so happy to meet you, Miss Drum," the woman said affably, "and I was getting a little anxious about you – your office called quite early this afternoon and asked me to relay the message for you to call in before going home for the night."
Pam felt a twinge of nervousness and wondered what on earth they wanted her for – a complaint?
Not hardly, she assured herself, and went through the items with the kindly woman, relieved that there was to be no "extras" with this customer. She smiled at the attractive woman as she went through her purchases, then Pam sat beside her on the couch to look through the summer catalog with her. Mrs. Hoagarty was all business, and from her tailored appearance, Pam guessed her to be a professional of some type.
And in answer to her question, Mrs. Hoagarty smiled and replied easily, "Why yes, my dear, I am… I'm a sex therapist."
Pam felt her cheeks color and she wished she hadn't asked as the woman called off several articles for her to list on the order form. Finally she was done, and Pam asked if she might use the phone. The woman directed her to a telephone desk in the hallway and stood there as she lifted the receiver and dialed. Alicia answered and Pam listened apprehensively as she was informed that Mr. Dumont, the sales manager, wanted her in his office before seven.
"Ummm… Do you know why?" Pam questioned.
"You'll see… just be here," Alicia told her mysteriously.
Pam set the receiver down and looked up to find Mrs. Hoagarty standing close to her. "Nothing wrong, is there, my dear?"
"No… I don't think so… the sales manager wants to see me…" and her voice trailed off as she felt the woman's hand slide softly over her fully rounded buttocks. She blinked as the woman patted her, then her hand slipped beneath the short hem of Pam's skin. "Ah… I… that is, I really must be going, Mrs. Hoagarty…" she stammered, blushing.
"Yes, I know… and it's a pity – I had so hoped we'd be able to get to know each other a little better," and her fingers slipped between the younger woman's legs to touch the hair-fringed lips of her pussy beneath her sheer panties.
"Ah… me too… perhaps another time?" Pam said.
"You can count on it, my dear," she said, and kissed Pam softly on the mouth as her fingers plied the soft flesh of Pam's cunt and her other hand closed around her jutting young breast.