With that, she pulled herself away from the throbbing organ and turned herself around, sitting down on it with her back to Larry’s face. Rosemary was on her knees now and able to regulate all of the movements of the act from this point.
And regulate them, she did. The rod followed its natural curve deep into her vagina and she took advantage of this to drive it home again, again, and again while the juice collected on her cunny and spilled down her legs.
Larry was not as passive with Rosemary as he had been with Harriet. Instead of lying back like a spectator, he leaned up on his elbows and watched the movements of the girl with rapt attention. He was tired now, but still as game as a man could be. He wanted to give her all that she could hold before his final orgasm of the evening erupted.
“Oh, wow… mmmph…“ said Rosemary, as the large rod probed her cunny time and time again. “I’ve never had one in me this long – not ever. It’s good… it’s so good!” You could see from the expression on Larry’s face that he was also enjoying the sport immensely… and when the time came for him to pop, you could see that, too. His face grew tense and his teeth clenched tightly.
The veins in his neck even expanded to twice their normal size as the violent reaction began taking place down in his scrotum. And then he exploded.
Rosemary screamed and clutched at her breasts – cupping one in each hand and fingering the nipples furiously. Her face was also set n a mask of exotic pleasure and her body was like an electric toy that keeps jerking and twitching and bobbing about until the battery runs out. Rosemary’s battery didn’t run out for several minutes, and when it did, she dismounted and threw herself on Larry, kissing him as furiously as she had fellated his rod.
“I love you, lover man,” she screamed in his ear. “You’re the greatest I’ve ever had – or ever want to have in my life.”
“Wait just a minute here, kid,” said Harriet, moving in between them. “Old Harriet here has a few things to say about that. And remember, doll – he picked me first. Didn’t you, Larry?”
“Now just hold on a minute,” roared Sid, who was blazing mad. “This is the kind of shit that we’ve tried to avoid right from the start. We don’t want any fights over anyone around here. You either share everyone or get the hell out!
Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes,” said Harriet guiltily.
“And what about you, Rosemary?” he asked. “Are you going to forget this possessiveness?”
“Yes, sir,” she answered sheepishly.
“All right then,” he said, cooling off a bit. “Now it’s Mickey’s turn. Who do you pick, Mickey?”
“Well, let’s see now. I think I’ll try Margie, Martha, and Melinda – the three M’s.”
“All right, kid,” said Lou, “they’re all yours.”
Long, lean Margie was Mickey’s first, and he saluted her body by running his hands all over it from top to bottom – and then all the way around again. His fingers were like tiny insects, fluttering and flicking at the skin until the goosebumps broke out on her hide like so many door knobs. Then Mickey concentrated his efforts on her legs. He ran up and down them a dozen times – always flirting with her cunny, but never touching it. You could see how Margie wanted him to, because she kept shoving it up toward him, but he deftly avoided contact with it and continued to play around her legs and right up to the apex of her crotch. By the time he did place his fingers on her muff, the hair was already moist with her vaginal fluids and burning with desire. He placed his finger in her slit and she quickly moved her position to make it slip into the folds of her vulva. Then, when it was in place, she began working her body to give herself the satisfaction she needed.
While this was happening below, Mickey was working his lips over Margie’s small breasts. He also noted that what they lacked in size, they made up for in shape and firmness. They were so firm, in fact, that he couldn’t tear his lips away from them. He’d mouth one and then the other in rapid succession, keeping the nipples wet with his saliva and making her move all the faster to give herself a greater thrill with his finger.
Finally, both realized that it was time to forget the pre-intercourse play and get right down to business. Margie lay on her back and thrust a large pillow under her hips, elevating them – to a point where he would have the greatest leverage for entering her. Then she spread those magnificent shafts wide and invited him to enter. He did, and the moment that his rod was-secured, she took her legs – and wrapped them around his lower body – hooking the heels into his buttocks. That gave Margie the opportunity of pushing him forward into herself at the rate of speed she wished.
Mickey had never been driven in such a manner, and the sensation nearly drove him wild with excitement. He didn’t have the staying power of Larry, but he had lots of heart, and he kept up the drive just as long as he could under such inflammatory conditions. Finally, when he couldn’t take the sensual pounding any longer, he let out a gasp of anxiety, clutched Margie tightly to his arms, and poured one load after another into her thirsty womb. Margie, during his climax, was more animated than ever. Her legs worked around him like steel rod and pumped like pistons. When it was over they were both trembling with excitement.
“Very good performance, young fellow,” said Sid, offering him a stiff drink.
“That’s going to be hard to top.”
“Well,” Mickey replied, “the reason it worked out so well is because I had such a great partner. But then I’m sure the other girls will give me a lot of opportunity to do-good, too.”
“A born diplomat,” said Lou. “You should have gone into an embassy for a living.”
Mickey’s second choice was Martha and she seemed as anxious to be with him as he was with her. They met in the center of the bed and began kissing furiously.
“You going to fuck me good, baby?” she asked, removing her lips from his for just a moment.
“Urn-hum, real good.”
“How you going to do it to me?”
“I don’t know. But I’ll bet you dig it doggie style.”
“How’d you know that?”
“I could tell from the shape of that ass of yours. It takes a good, long cock to get under it and in you, so I’ll bet you don’t get it too often back there.”
“That’s right, I don’t. But you’re gonna do it for me, aren’t you?”
“Bet your ass I am. Now tell me, do you think you can hold my body weight if you’re on your hands and knees?”
“You mean, you want to hang on to me while you’re doing it?”
“That’s the general idea.”
“Well, baby, I can sure as hell try.”
Martha got on her hands and knees in the middle of the floor, because the mattress wouldn’t have given her the support she needed for the operation they were about to perform. Then Mickey slipped around behind her and began rubbing his hands all over her body. Martha – squirmed as the hands played around her back, her rib cage, and down the backs of her thighs. When he began slipping his fingers into her crotch and up – the slot in her buttocks, everyone gasped because the sensation seemed to affect Martha so strongly. Her eyes were shut tight and her teeth were clenched as the playful fingers did their work.
Strange noises escaped from her throat as the lower portion of her body received its assault of love5 and the more frantic his fingers worked, the more frantic was her response.
When Mickey took his fingers away from Martha’s crotch and found them to be wet with the juices of her love, he knew that she was ready for entry. “All right, honey, here we go. I’m going to climb onto your back and put it to you. You ready for me?”
“Baby, I was ready for you half an hour ago.”
Mickey got up behind Martha’s buttocks and in classic doggie style, placed his rod up against the lips of her vulva and began shoving. The head slipped in, and the moment it did, he gave one tremendous thrust and anchored it firmly inside of her. Then he inched his way on to her back, wrapped his legs around her middle, and rested his head on the back of her neck. Martha was supporting his body now and the strain of having all that weight on her back and all of that meat inside of her cunny began to tell on her immediately. Her eyes were twice as wide as normal and her nostrils flared. Her mouth was partially open and from it came the sound of heavy breathing.