"Go faster, please, honey! I can't wait much longer for you to come back," Claire cried. "My cunt's burning up!"
But Lori's wonderful cunt had cast its usual spell over him. He couldn't leave it now. He hammered away, the pressure in his balls mounting steadily.
"Aren't you coming back?" Claire shouted.
"Can't… I just can't leave this pussy now… it's good… too good to leave, to pull out of," Mark groaned.
"Then what'll I do?" Claire screamed. "I want to come again. I've got to!"
Claire's problem was solved by Lori. She shouted a lot of instructions to the other woman. She got Claire to place herself sideways on the bed, with her auburn-covered cunt hovering over Lori's beautiful face.
While Mark ground his cock into her at an ever-increasing pace, Lori guided Claire's cunt down onto her mouth and started eating her.
"Yes… that's nice. That'll do it, Lori. Can you do it harder, baby? Faster?"
"I'll do better than that, honey," Lori said. "Hang on." Lori missiled her tongue past the pouting labes and into the soaking interior of Claire's vast pussy.
The big woman's cunt tasted good to Lori. In fact it tasted delicious. She was gad she hadn't eaten Daphne downstairs, even though she had wanted to. It was much more fun eating Claire's cunt while her husband filled her own cunt with his mammoth cock.
Claire's cunt convulsed in lust as Lori's talented tongue dipped into its walls. She gasped aloud when the bridge of the younger woman's nose flattened against her clitoris.
The sight of his wife eating the other woman's pussy spurred Mark on to even greater and harder efforts. His eyes were barely inches from the spot where his wife's hard tongue labored inside Claire's fiery snatch. He leaned over and kissed his wife's tongue while she still had it in Claire's cunt.
His lunges into his wife's gaping hole grew longer and more forceful.
All three of them were racing toward blinding orgasms. Each and every nerve ending in all three bodies strained toward gratification.
Suddenly, Mark was incapable of having any thought other than the feeling in the head of his cock. He was elevated into the atmosphere of raw, animal sex. His loins exploded and the floodgates from his balls swung open.
Lori could feel the gushes of sperm being catapulted into her wildly churning cunt. She came next, soaring and floating together with her husband.
Mark kept fucking. Lori kept tonguing and Claire came.
And slowly they all came back to earth. "Jesus, that was wild," Claire said. "Honey," Lori replied, "unless I miss my guess, that was only the beginning."
CHAPTER NINE
They all assembled in the living room at the appointed time for cocktails. The Count joined them first. "My wife is preparing herself for dinner. I… uh… present her to you shortly."
"Daphne won't be down for dinner, Count LeBarron," Claire said.
"Dom… please call me Dom," he replied.
"Very well, Dom. She says she doesn't feel well."
"A pity," he said. "But somehow I expected she wouldn't be up to very much this evening. Please bring your drinks. The dining room is this way."
They followed him from the room and down a long wide hall to the rear of the house. As if on some signal, two huge, arched doors opened just as he reached them.
The first shock, when they entered the room, was the two servants on either side of the door. They were both very blond, very beautiful, and very naked.
"This is Connie and Dirk. They are my servants but, as you can see, we are all very familiar here, so we all stay on a first-name basis. And this, ladies and gentlemen, is my wife, the Countess Donea."
All eyes followed his sweeping arm to the table. There, serving as a centerpiece, was the Countess, totally naked. Gray was the only one who didn't voice surprise and awe at the woman's body and position. He had almost expected something like what he saw, and he had already seen everything the Countess was now displaying.
But he couldn't deny that she was truly a sight. Her full-titted, full-hipped, Amazonic body took up nearly half the length of the table. She was lying spread-eagled, and even though she was on her back her tits were so large they still filled the air above her.
The dark thatch of her pussy-mound could barely be seen around the mass of whipped cream and custard covering it. Mashed potatoes with melted cheese was arranged on her belly and bowls of hors d'oeuvres and cheese with crackers were placed between her arms and her sides.
Huge crackers acted as bra cups round the sides of her massive tits and inside them, over the tits themselves, was the salad, complete with dressing.
The Countess was smiling. "We don't have to be introduced. I already know you all, and now you know me, in fact, you all now know me all the way. I'm afraid the only meat entree we have this evening is me, underneath all this. So if you want some of the entree, you will just have to eat your way down to it. Bon appetit!"
"Sonofabitch!" Claire said. "This party gets better all the time." She dropped to one of the cushions that ringed the low table and unceremoniously leaned her face over to a salad-covered boob. With her tongue she plucked one of the cherries off a nipple and started lapping up the salad dressing.
One by one they joined in, with only Gray and Allison holding back. Biting their lips they looked at one another.
"I'd rather eat you," he said.
"Ditto," she replied, "me to you."
"But it is exciting. If this is the Count's way of breaking down everyone's inhibitions and getting us all to swing together, it's a Goddamn good one."
"She is beautiful, isn't she?" Allison said. "Prom the look on your face, I'd say that you've probably already fucked her. Right?"
"Yes," he replied.
"Well," Allison said, "what the hell. We're guests, and we came on our own, knowing what the hell it was going to be all about. Go ahead, Gray! Dive in!"
Gray's cock was already rock-hard. He dropped his pants and then his shorts. Then he leaned over the table and rubbed his dick profusely in the mashed potatoes. "I'm sure, Donea, that you're a little hungry, too."
"Ravished," she said, smiling as she opened her mouth and accepted a thick wad of the potatoes along with half of his cock down her throat.
"I'm for a little of this dessert," Mark said as he shoved his face into the whipped cream covering her cunt. His tongue had barely found its way through the gooey mess and into the Countess' glued-up pussy when he felt someone undoing his fly and pulling his cock into freedom. He baked down between his legs. It was Connie, the young blonde serving-girl.
"Servants get hungry, too," she said, and ovaled her lips around the huge head of his cock.
She was lying with her head under his cock and her body stretched out on the table beyond his legs. The Count had gotten between her legs and was preparing to shove his stiff prick up her cunt while she, in turn, sucked Mark off.
Meanwhile, Allison had decided to join the fray. She had quickly removed all her clothing and stretched out on the floor by the table, with one of the larger cushions under her ass. "Hey, what was your name?" she said to the blond boy.
"Dirk," replied the handsome blond man who stood over her and looked down at her seething, oozing pussy while he fisted his cock into hardness.
"Well, Dirk," Allison said, taking a handful of coleslaw and mashing it against her cunt. "Wouldn't you like to… eat?" He willingly buried his face in her gooey snatch, just as Lori appeared over her face. "Speaking of eating," Lori said, her cunt dripping its own juices and the cum Mark had so recently deposited in it, all over Allison's face and tits.
"Sit right down!" Allison said, smiling and opening her mouth to catch as much of the goo dripping from the pussy as possible.