Jill’s cunt had flowered wide with the juices of her renewed passion, and her eyes were locked irrevocably with Prescott’s, making her a willing slave to his slightest whim. His outstretched middle finger was moving insinuatingly up and down the warm, wet furrow of her cunt now, slowly, slowly, stoking the fires in the young wife to blazing magnitude once again.
“Would you like to suck me, Jill?” Prescott asked very quietly, his finger moving slowly, his cock still pressed into her navel like a firebrand. “Would you like to take my hard, long cock inside your mouth and suck me and suck me and suck me until I cum?”
A third time Jill shuddered, much more violently now, and her mouth opened and she said, “Yes, Will, yes I’d like to suck you. Oh yes, Will, I would! I want to, Will! I want to suck your cock!”
Prescott smiled casually and put both hands then on her hips, drawing her down onto the soft carpeting at the foot of the bed. “Right here on the floor,” he whispered. “Right here where we have plenty of room to stretch out.”
Then they were kneeling on the rug, and Prescott leaned forward, still holding her hips in his hands, and kissed her. Her mouth opened and she accepted his tongue eagerly, sucking on it madly in a preview of what it would be like when she took his hotly throbbing cock between her lips. Prescott’s breath began to spew jaggedly from his nostrils, and after a moment he broke the kiss and stretched out on his back with his legs spread wide and his huge throbbing cock standing straight up into the air from his hair-covered loins. Gently, he guided Jill to the kneeling position between his legs, his hands stroking her blonde hair, and she assumed the position he wished her to take. Her moist young mouth was poised above his trembling erection now, and her glazed eyes stared at the hardened shaft of male; flesh as if it was some incredibly beautiful monument almost too worthy of her attentions.
Her lips parted expectantly, her feasting mouth lowered, and her moistened tongue came into view. Her left hand came up to tenderly stroke his scrotum, heavy with his new load of cum. She massaged the base of his now gently jerking cock, encircled it in her hand… and suddenly her head darted down and her famished, moistly ovalled mouth seized what it wanted and needed so desperately, the only nourishment it cared about at that single, ecstatic moment.
Jill began to slowly suck his cock, running her tongue wetly around and around the warmly pulsating head. She teasingly put her tongue into the tiny open slit of the moist gland until she could feel it throbbing as if it had a life of its own and would gush forth at any second a great, never-ending fountain of creamy white cum.
Her head bobbed up and down slavishly over the tree-stump like shaft of flesh now, sucking harder, her tongue swirling faster, and Prescott’s buttocks twisted wildly on the carpet. His hands tightened into fists in her silken tresses, pushing her head down hard over his gigantic column. Jill could feel its hot spongy head batter against the back of her throat, but she made no move to alleviate the intense ramming pressure there, ovalling her lips to suck maddeningly, striving to draw the very essence of his being out of the little hole at the end of his penis.
“Slower, Jill,” Will commanded. “Suck slower and tease me.”
And Jill complied. She took the lust-bloated cockhead between her sharp white teeth, began to nip at it tantalizingly while she swirled and flicked her tongue round and round the tiny seeping split in the tip. Prescott moaned ecstatically, levering his buttocks up off the rug and driving his hardness between her sucking lips and far back into her throat, almost gagging her. She sucked him voraciously for a long moment, her tongue like a fiery lash of pleasure-giving heat all around his rigid penis… and then she withdrew her wetly ovalled mouth completely from his cock. She found a sudden perverse pleasure in the anguished wail which escaped his lips, and she felt a new emotion enter her body and brain at that moment; it was one of power. This man was at her mercy, she knew that; she dictated the extent of his pleasure by how long she sucked him and how well. It was a giddy, dizzying kind of power and it served to heighten immeasurably her own churning, seething desires.
Her head dropped down again and her soft young lips closed over Will’s virilely aroused cock once more, nibbling and licking the smooth rubbery head as she had before. She sucked him with growing expertise, reveling in the feel of his sperm-bloated testicles in her hands, his warm living cock in her hands and in her mouth… God, nothing had ever been this mind-blowingly free and good! She was awhirl inside, as if all the atoms of her being had split apart from one another and were tumbling and tossing in billowing heat within her erotically contorting body.
Then, tantalizingly, she ceased her fervent sucking of his cock, let it slide from her mouth, and drew back. She stared with lust-fevered eyes at the man who lay with twisted features and tightly closed eyes before her stared at the pulsating shaft which she held gripped in her small, moist hands.
“Come on, baby, come on… “ Will pleaded. Slavishly, her head darted back to his upthrust organ and her butter-soft mouth closed over it as she kneaded and manipulated his balls. Her head began to move quickly up and down, her extended tongue licking his huge bulbous head, torturing the man who lay before her. She laved at Prescott’s cock from base to tip; she licked and nibbled and sucked his semen-bloated testicles. She worked faster and faster around his palpitating thickness, as if compelled to increase her movements by some hidden marionette strings manipulating her actions.
Licking and sucking and kissing and teasing the huge cock in unabashed, mindless enchantment.
Almost asleep in a relaxed state of torpor, Tom felt warm, soft lips begin to move along his inner thigh and then a hot, wet tongue lick experimentally at the flaccid expanse of his cock. He opened his eyes, and saw the smiling, amused face of Edie Prescott.
“I thought that would wake you up,” she said, caressing his balls with her hand. His cock stirred, began to come awake as he was now awake. “Would you like me to suck you again, Tom dear? I simply love to suck cock!”
“I can believe that, all right!” Tom grinned.
“Well?” Edie laughed.
“Sounds like a good idea.
“Oh no you don’t, Tom!” said the voice of Harry Sommers who slithered across the rug to sit next to Edie. He was smiling hugely. “It’s my turn to have Edie’s talented lips work their wonder. She’s going to suck my cock for awhile.”
Edie looked at him eagerly. “Why, Harry dear, I didn’t think you cared.”
“Goddamned right I do! Look at my cock will you, Edie? It’s fairly hammering for you.”
She stared at his fully erect, purplish-headed penis and quivered deliciously. “So it is, Harry, so it is!”
“She’s all yours, Harry.” laughed Tom.
With a little crooning sound, her eyes shining brightly, Edie Prescott lowered her head and took Harry’s turgid shaft between her ovalled lips.
Tom looked around the room, his own pulsating cock now restlessly erect. Damn, but the atmosphere of a party like this made a veritable satyr out of a man! He was just as horny now as he had been before Edie had blown him, and he had sucked her cunt. He saw John Barnett lying between the wide-splayed legs of Gay Sommers on the far side of the room, running his tongue hotly round and round her succulent little asshole while she mewled in rapture. He saw Beth Wellington, incredibly enough, lying in the embrace of the redheaded Laura Barnett, their tongues sliding in and out of one another’s mouths as they masturbated one another with slender, feverish fingers, while George Wellington watched.