Her cunt, still inflamed from the afternoon's onslaught, gleamed in renewed wetness. Red and angry, it dripped with juices. Its lips wildly parted, the inner lips moved, like some undersea anemone, seeking, seeking, seeking – for what prey?
For long moments Andrew and Hector gazed spellbound at the two magnificent women so blatantly exposed in all their nakedness, so close to their eyes. This explosive spectacle was not lost on them.
"Ah, sweet Christ, this I'll never see again!" raved Andrew. "It's perfection! And it's the very mirror of perfection, side by side!"
Hector, too, was fascinated. Both cunts he knew very well, as well as the power of those sex traps. His wife's was natural and accommodating. Claudine's was lecherous, skilled and experienced beyond words. It was an educated cunt, a filthy, slimy cunt into which hundreds of penises had probed to satisfy her avid lusts. But it enthralled him nonetheless, and still held him in its spell.
Suddenly he could contain himself no more. Springing to his knees, he raised his prick in his hand and advanced, knee-walking, upon the cunt before him. It was Louise's. And as she arched backwards like some Olympian sacrifice, supporting her body on thrown-back arms, he slid the mass of his swollen prick deep into its well-remembered depths.
At the same time, Andrew seemed to flow into action, advancing, as had done Hector, upon Claudine. With her eyes starting out of her head at the fascination of that mighty phallus bearing down upon her, Claudine could do no more than utter plaintive little calls of sheer randiness. She knelt in fear of the piercing thrust of the incredible length of it. Yet, bewitched, she could do nothing about it. It was bent on penetrating her with all its majestic length and thickness. And involuntarily, her aching twat seemed to reach for it. Then, before she could resist, Andrew had plunged all of it, up to the hairy balls, deep into the vagina so ready and so fearfully awaiting him.
From their very first strokes, Andrew and Claudine seemed to become quite demented. For both of them, it was a fresh encounter. It was a new cunt being probed by a new prick.
Furiously, Andrew stabbed into that gaping cleft a few times. Then lasciviously, he withdrew, with garlands of sticky mucous stranding them together, though he was a foot away from the gasping woman. And Claudine shot her legs forward, till she lay feet towards the pillows, beneath the kneeling Andrew. Dementedly groaning in her lust, she clutched him to her belly, stuffing her twat around his mighty phallus. Hips heaving, she contorted her ass, fucking him and relentlessly refusing to let him go.
In utter subjection to this bestial sight, Hector had ceased fornicating his wife. Both of them lay and watched for a while, until Louise, unable to contain her need for satisfaction, suddenly swung into action. Mauling, scratching and dragging by sheer animal force, she pulled Andrew from the encircling arms of Claudine. Surprised, he submitted. She wrenched the man away, and kicking furiously, thrust Claudine ignominiously right off the bed. Gone quite mad, she spat and slobbered at the ten-inch cock so rudely liberated from its lusty bed.
"It's mine!" she screamed dementedly. "Mine, I tell you! Mine, to tear me apart! Mine, for my cunt! Slash me with it, Andrew! Do me a mischief! Rip it into me, give me all its length and all its thickness! Don't suck me any more! No more tossing off! Fuck me, I tell you! Fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuck me! Come all over me. Shoot your load into me. Burn me – oh-h-h-h!"
Quivering, she slobbered and slavered as she twisted and turned to bring Andrew down so that his penis could plunge into her aching cunt.
Then she subsided into a shaking hulk of jelly as Andrew obediently bore down upon her and into her gaping vagina. But Claudine, rising now from the floor, was nonetheless ablaze with desire herself. Returning to the fray, she saw only what she sought, a standing, spunk spilling prick, inflamed with its own lust, and she grabbed the only one she saw, cramming its bead into her mouth. She no longer knew if it was Andrew's or Hector's, and she no longer cared. What mattered, and all that mattered, was that it was a penis and she was in heat. Furiously she slobbered at it and then, moaning like a madwoman, she crammed it into her cunt, crossing her thighs in ecstasy as she felt her vagina latch on, once more, to that from which it had so rudely been parted.
Wriggling her buttocks like a dervish, she sloshed away in blissful fuck at the penis she had won back. And thus, squelching, squirming and gyrating, the four of them fucked away in the otherwise silenced room, silenced but for the passionate moans of the fuckers.
On and on they went. And of them, only Claudine could achieve orgasm as she shot her load once, deliciously and protractedly, against Hector's red-hot poker. He scarcely felt her coming as he strove away inside her but she, uncaring, simply spent and spent until she started all over again, her sex gluttony refusing to miss a stroke of the glorious punishment. This was what Claudine lived for. Fucking. Sex. Orgiastic sex. Never could she get enough of it! Certainly never, in her sex-devoted lifetime, had she ever thought to live through such a rich repast of it as that provided by these two perfect men, and the pluperfect wife of one of them.
Finally she ceased her exertions. Her second orgasm, she knew, would be some time in arriving. And Hector, feeling her slacken her onslaught of his torrid penis, relaxed as well. Claudine tapped the thrashing Louise, who was crying tears of provocation as she strove so valiantly for the release that seemed so near, and yet remained obstinately so far. As Louise stilled her thrashing, Claudine said: "Why so wild, my virago? Wait. Let's see what we can provoke if we use our wits instead of our bodies."
Willing to accept any suggestion, willing to lapse even into self-masturbation, so long as it promised the sweet balm of release, Louise said: "What? In the sweet name of Christ, what?"
"Look," said the experienced Claudine. "Let's get into the swastika. Bed's big enough – I always prayed, someday, I'd get this amount of pleasure on it!"
"Swastika?" asked Andrew, puzzled.
"You never heard of the sex swastika?" asked Claudine. "Man, you've never lived."
She sat up, breasts bobbing deliciously on her thorax, as she demonstrated for them.
"It goes like this. You Andrew, you start. You lie down on that side of the bed. Now I lie at right angles to you, so. When we get set, I suck you off. Meanwhile Hector gets his head into my crotch – just like I have my head into yours. Hector sucks me off. So he'll be lying up this side of the bed, you see, feel the opposite way from yours. His cock'll be about here, like this. Then Louise comes into it. She lies down, takes Hector's cock into her mouth, and sucks him off. There. Throw those pillows on to the floor, Louise. Now Louise has to have a sucker, too. That'll be you, Andrew. You bury your face in her muff and suck her cunt. So. You see, the sex swastika!"
Obediently, they all fell into place.
What consummate art this woman possesses, thought Andrew, the pun "consummate art" crossing his mind. Here they all four lay, a mouth to a cock, and a cunt to a mouth, all in some crotch-to-face square from which four sets of legs protruded. They all fell into place, taking Claudine's directions.
Beneath Andrew's avid tongue lay the slit of Louise's delicious cunt. Hell, he thought – I seem to do nothing but mouth at this twat, every time I get with her. But what the hell, he thought, any cunt is a joy at a time like this! Eagerly, then, he sent his tongue into the transverse slash, flicking it from side to side in his mouth, so that it would dart from top to bottom of the twat it was licking.
From somewhere, he felt a warm, sticky mouth clamp itself over the head of his own aching cock. Claudine's he thought delightedly. Happily he surrendered to the educated ministration of that sucking, licking maw. Hector, he knew, would be tongue-deep into Claudine's twat lips while Louise, for the need of pleasure which Andrew was bringing to her electrified cunt, would be furiously trying to bring that same pleasure to Hector, sucking him into insensibility.