She felt his hands on her breasts, grabbing them firmly and squeezing them, bringing her relaxed nipples back to erection. Her legs were spread apart as far as she could stretch them, so far that her cunt-lips had poked through the dense swatch guarding them. The edges of her pussy-lips were pink and glistening with the juices of her first orgasm. She could feel the tip of his prick dangling low enough to barely kiss her cunt-lips, she wrapped her arms around him and tried to pull himself up, to swallow his delicious tool.
She squirmed under him, rubbing her breasts against his hairy chest and feeling his prick swing back and forth just touching and tantalizing her anxious cunt. Slowly he lowered himself onto her, letting his cock sink into her twat a little at a time, rationing out the pleasure, so that she didn't come too soon. First the head of his prick sank into her cunt – she sighed – then a little bit of the shaft – she groaned – then he let a little more sink in – she whimpered, and finally he shoved it all the way in, battering the back wall of her twat.
"Aaarrgh," she cried, bucking and convulsing under him.
And now he started in earnest, pushing and pulling, tugging and shoving, in and out, over and over again, with smooth even strokes. He felt the waves of pleasure wash over his body. Tina was, moving with him, grinding their hips together, feeling his chest slam against her breasts. Again and again, he didn't let up. Tina's mouth fell wide open, but she was paralyzed and couldn't scream the scream of pleasure that she so wanted to let out.
Suddenly she felt a drop of his sweet juices flow from his prick. Peter was about to come, and the drop sent her reeling into the netherworld where she was feeling so much that she could feel nothing. But Peter slowed down, he wasn't ready to come yet, but Tina couldn't last any longer, her body circuits overloaded she tried to scream but only a gurgle emerged from her throat, and her body became stiff as a board as she lost control of herself and lay panting below Peter as he continued plunging his cock in and out of her, not giving her a moment's rest and getting her body churning again.
For a moment Tina's body relaxed. Her toes unclenched and she eased her grip on Peter's back. The hot, pink flush that had spread across her chest retreated slightly, but only for a moment as she felt the passion stirring in her again under Peter's continued assault. Her breathing became shallow again and her body ached for more as Peter continued his plunging. She cried softly as she felt him continue, she craved the juices that were stored up in his body and were just waiting for the chance to spill freely into her waiting crevice. She hungered to feel the source of life which was within Peter's body rush furiously into hers, she needed more than the drop or two that he had carelessly allowed to escape into her a few moments ago, she wanted pints, quarts gallons, oceans, of Peter to pour into her and take over her body.
"Owwaarrgh," Peter groaned as his body went stiff. He could hardly move, he had lost control of the finely toned machine that was his body and now all the tensions that had built up would rush madly out of his body and fill Tina's to overflowing. Tina knew what was going to happen now and she laughed as she shifted her legs, but before she could move them more than an inch Peter's body arched and she felt his semen roar into her gully like a flash flood, drowning her clitoris, rushing into her womb and filling it and overflowing to mingle through the thick patch of hair that became sticky now as Peter's juices coated them.
Slowly, very slowly, Peter started recovering from his orgasm. He rolled off Tina and lay beside her, smiling at her as he watched her reached into her cunt and scoop up the semen which was beginning to drip out. She licked her fingers, which she had poked into her pussy and offered them to Peter who tasted his own semen, too. It was sweet and sticky, and there was plenty of it.
"You should bottle it and sell it," Tina whispered to him as they lay in the shade of the tree.
"I've had offers," Peter smiled, watching as Tina now put both her hands to her twat to catch the juices that were dripping out. Both her hands were coated and she put them to her breasts, smearing them with her sticky hands in large circular motion. Her breasts glistened as she spread the liquid over them, and then poked into her crack for another handful of the gooey goodies which Peter had squirted into her. Slowly and methodically she continued painting her body until she was covered from head to toe, smiling at Peter as he rested and watched her.
She threw her head, brushing all of her hair behind her and then lay down on Peter, her glistening sticky body, clinging to his, as they dozed off in the shade of the giant oak.
As Peter dozed he saw images of the days gone by flash through his mind, the day, in particular, that he'd first met Tina Rogers.
He'd heard a lot about her, but had never met her. He, Peter Jamison, spent a lot of time on the party circuit, and had attended more than just a few orgies. All of his money had been inherited, so he didn't have to do much by the way of work – just keep an eye on the lawyers and accountants. And at every orgy he'd heard the same thing over and over again, "you haven't been to an orgy until you've been to one with Tina Rogers."
He'd gotten intrigued by this build-up and started looking forward to the day he finally ran into her. A couple of months ago he'd been invited to an orgy and his hosts, Julie and Fred Miner, had told him that Tina Rogers would be there. And that was all the invitation he needed.
"Do you know anything about her?" Peter asked Julie.
"Not really. I know she's been to college and that she worked as a nurse for a while, and then as a dancer, but nobody knows much about her, really. But what does it matter. You'll have a bang-up time if you can nail her," Julie laughed. "But remember," she warned, "I want you first."
"Sure," Peter replied, glad to take care of Julie if he could only have a shot at the mysterious Tina Rogers.
The Miners really knew how to throw an orgy. They had their own four story townhouse in the East 70's and there were plenty of soft alcoves and hidden corners where guests could adjourn to once they found someone of their liking. Of course, the kitchen was well stocked with food and booze and there was always grass, hash and coke to be had. Unlike many other hosts, the Miners never rushed anyone to leave, guests could stay overnight or for a few days if they wanted to, there was plenty of room and plenty of loving.
The Miners usually invited a dozen or so people – four or five men and seven or eight women, so there was always enough to go around. When Jamison showed up at the door, Julie answered it, and practically dragged him in before he could even smile a hello, and before he could even shed his jacket she was in his arms, whispering, "Kiss me, you fool."
Peter gave her a hug and kiss. It was obvious that Julie had been drinking and smoking for a while before he'd arrived. He surveyed the room and saw that he didn't know any of the people there except for Fred, who waved to him and then turned his attention to the two women he was with, both short, but one was plump with a well rounded figure, and the other thin, with full, prominent breasts. In a corner there was a willowy blonde wearing a see-through blouse with nothing under it and a pair of hot-pants that revealed a curl or two of her thatch poking around the edges of her outfit.
The blonde had a drink in her hand, and had her other hand firmly planted at the point where the legs of her hotpants came together. She looked warm and content and Peter smiled at her, as he felt Julie's hand grab his and pull him off into a corner.
"Your wonder girl, Tina Rogers isn't here yet, sweetheart, so let's go upstairs. I've got a surprise for you," Julie whispered.
She led the way and Peter followed, to the room adjoining the master bedroom.