Yes, she thought mesmerically, I’m going to go mad, so mad, if don’t have an orgasm soon to release all these wondrous feelings tearing me apart inside…! Oh God, Harry hurry and kiss my cunt, suck me into orgasm, hurry, hurry, hurrry!
But the experienced Harry Sommers took his time, his kisses circling all around the contracting, love-drenched hole of lust which was the young wife’s now insatiable cunt. He trailed his fiery lips and tongue through her sweat-slick pubic hair and over the warm velvety surface of her inner thighs. Her hands wrapped tightly in his hair, trying to guide his head to her waiting furrow, but he resisted with a playful but fleeting nip at the throbbing bud of her blood-red clitoris… resisted only momentarily, for she began to cry out like a child in the throes of a terrible nightmare, again and again, and he realized her great need. When he did, he opened his mouth wide, and then ground his lips down hard on her satin-soft cunt petals with his long wet tongue worming far up into her moistly pungent vagina in the ultimate kiss.
“Oooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh hhhhhhhhhhh!” screamed Jill in grateful surrender and excruciating bliss.
Her nakedly writhing body arched and bucked wildly under his searching tongue and mouth, and she lifted her legs high, locking her ankles back behind his neck and imprisoning his head between her trembling thighs. Her hips moved abandonedly in the motion of copulation, fucking up against his tongue faster and faster, fucking it wildly, her ass cheeks gyrating with impossible fervor. Her hands in his hair tried to push his head and his molten tongue deeper into her screaming cunt, as if attempting to make them one, or to consume them completely.
Harry lashed furiously into her moist trembling slit, his hands slipping up over her belly to her sensuously quivering young breasts, cupping and squeezing them almost brutally while his mouth and tongue continued the wet assault down between her widespread thighs. Then he located the quivering button of her clitoris, and she whined sharply with lust-pain as he took the tiny nerve-tip between his teeth, holding it there, and began to run the end of his tongue round and round it in continuous circles. Her head flailed in total subjugation from side to side, and Harry opened his mouth yet wider, moving his tongue downward along the smooth, heat-moistened slit to the throbbing hair-fringed opening of her vagina once more. And again, he began to orally fuck her, harder and faster, faster and harder, sliding his hard, wet tongue up into her dilated clasping cuntal channel, listening to her frantic mewling, whimpering sounds of passion as he licked around the velvet-like inner walls of her hotly pulsating cunt.
Beth Wellington, in the middle of the lewdly copulating circle, seemed to be a dervish of motion as she fucked her wetly clasping cunt up and down the thick ramming penis of John Barnett below her. She was pinching her nipples painfully now to heighten the implacable desire in her loins, and her head was thrown back like a contortionist’s with the muscles of her slim throat stretched taut. On either side of his hammering cock, Barnett was using his fingers to knead her soft wet vaginal flesh as she rammed her burning pussy down harder on him. From their loud moans and frantic movements, it was obvious that it wouldn’t be long for either of them…
The humping form of Will Prescott, fucking gleefully into Gay Sommers from behind seemed likewise a wild dervish of motion. His naked buttocks flashed with demon-like speed as he sent his lust-hardened cock crashing like a crowbar into the voluptuous woman’s twisting cunt. He was shouting incoherently as he did so, and Gay buffeted back with practiced expertise and abandoned lust, reaching back to tickle and stroke the heavy sac of his cum-filled balls as they swung below. Over and over she kept repeating in a lust-constricted voice, “Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it Willllllllll!”
George Wellington’s outstretched middle finger in the cunt of Laura Barnett, and his cock buried far into the velvet-heated depths of her tightly clasping bowels, seemed perfectly attuned as he fucked his long thickness into her rectum with rhythmic ease. Her eyes were glassy from the tremendous sensations overpowering her, and it was only moments before her climax hit. Every muscle and fiber in her sinuous body was working for that goal, working desperately for it, and her sweat-sheened, bucking form was a quivering mass of jiggling flesh as a result. Wellington’s tongue kept flicking spasmodically into her ear, trailing saliva, as he, too, sought his release
The ovalled lips of the sixty-nining Edie Prescott were sending Tom on a roller coaster ride of rapture as she sawed with nibbling, licking grace the fleshy expanse of his lust-swollen cock. He heaved up in mindless captivation, thudding his loins mercilessly into her intense, sweet young face while his own mouth lapped the ambrosial juices of her tenderly, flowing cunt. His balls in her stroking, kneading hand were like two balloons filled to the bursting point, and that ultimate point was only seconds away.
Jill was crooning insensibly with animal pleasure now as Harry Sommers continued to mouth and tongue her sweating, liquid furrow. And then, as her nakedly churning buttocks jerked and spasmed beneath his plunging poker of a tongue, he drew the wet probe out and drew it licking downward to the tiny withered ring of her upturned anus. She sucked in her breath in a gulping, shuddering swallow, flinging her loins up at him as hard as she could as he brought. his tongue into seething wet contact with that forbidden opening, thrusting it into the tight, elastic little hole. Jill’s entire body quivered uncontrollably, even more so than it had been beneath the overpowering assault, and her body was paroxysming furiously with torrent after torrent of sensual pleasure.
Harry licked and sucked and drove his tongue into her tightly clenched rectum, reveling in the abandoned gyrations of her lust-controlled body. Harder and harder he drove his wet, hard probe into her anal passage, tasting each pucker in its surface, his teeth scraping the smooth velvety surface of her buttocks and the moist, warm softness of her lusting slit. Then, abruptly, he drew his tongue out of her rectum and returned his mouth to her saliva-drenched loins and the downy soft hairs fringing her pulsing cuntal lips. He mashed his lips down on them once again, resuming his labor there in tune to Jill’s cries of mindless enrapturement.
And then, suddenly, an ear-piercing wail came from the contorted lips of the beautiful Beth Wellington. She seemed to freeze in midair as she knelt above the thick impaling rod of John Barnett, remain immobile with his great cudgel buried far up into her belly for a single instant… then she began to flash up and down his wetly glistening cock with disbelieving motions, screaming out: “I’m… I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cum. cum… cummmmmmmmiiinnnnnngggggggg!”
“Oh Jesus, oh Jesus, meeeee toooooo!” howled Barnett, heaving up to meet her every downstroke as the first hot needle-like spurts of his thick white sperm jetted into her tightly-gripping cunt, to mingle with the enveloping secretions of her orgasm and flow out around his wildly jerking rod. The fluid made pools of glistening wetness on his belly, and on the rug beneath his churning hips, and Beth almost squeezed blood from her own nipples in the mindless throes of her fantastic climax.
It was as if their cumming, displayed there so wantonly in the middle of them all, triggered the spiraling releases of the other madly undulating couples in the sex-hot room. Will Prescott emitted a low, almost mournful howl from behind Gay Sommers and began to ejaculate great streams of his billowing semen into Gay’s waiting pussy; she in turn felt his massively exploding shaft ramming dog-fashion into her excited young cunt and then the fires of her own lust reached their apex and began to rage out of control. “Cum, cum, cum, cum,” she urged Prescott needlessly, for he was emptying his testicles with incredible and inundating rapidity.