Lori hunched down over Allison's face until she felt the girl's long tongue enter her cunt. She jammed herself down hard and started riding the blonde's face and tongue to climax.
The room filled with the sounds of organized lust, body on body sounds of sucking, eating, and fucking. There they were, nine lust-drunk, sex-crazed people engaged in an orgy that would have shocked a home for wayward perverts. But the Count knew of such things, it was his livelihood, and the wish of the master.
The eroticism in all of them had been pushed to the edge, nearly past the point of no return. Humping and sweating, their actions grew even more wanton as tongues and cocks became possessed, hypnotized with the pure freedom of wanton, abandoned flesh.
Soon their frantic, combined actions had created the desired goal. Gray came first. As his sperm seared Donea's throat, her own cunt erupted in orgasm. It was caused by Mark's plunging tongue.
Lori was screaming as she ground her cunt down over Allison's face. "Oh, do it! Do it good, Allison! Lick my pussy good! Love my fuck-hole with your tongue! Cunt! My cunt's so damn hot it's gushing over with my juices!"
And it was.
Her pussy-juice ran in streams over Allison's face and down her neck. But Allison didn't feel it. All sights and sounds, indeed all thoughts, were blotted out as Lori's moist cunt settled farther over her face, searching, demanding, as it squirmed over the blonde's mouth, her eyes, even over her nose. It was lodged clear up in the redhead's juicy pussy.
In turn her own cunt was being devoured by the blond youngster, Dirk. He was a good, experienced cunt-sucker even though he was so young.
And he was loving it. He could taste Allison's warm juices as his tongue exploring the walls of her cunt and his lips sucked her clitoris. The little bud hardened in his mouth, causing her to moan in unbridled passion and wind her fingers in his curls. She pulled his tongue ever further into her clasping pussy.
Connie, had never seen or sucked a cock as big as Mark's. That, combined with the Count's cock, which was fucking her cunt, had her in boiling ecstasy. She contracted her cunt muscles and threw her legs around the Count's ass as she felt the warm gush of his jizz flood her twitching pussy.
And then, with a convulsive shudder, she felt Mark's cock fill her throat with his animal-like cum. It came in torrents and she had to swallow rapidly in order not to choke.
"Wonderful!" shouted the Count as the sounds of lust ebbed. "Absolutely wonderful. I knew you would all join in the flavor of the weekend. Did everyone come?"
There was a general chorus of agreement and the Count stood. "Then let's all adjourn to the living room. We can start over again there."
"I didn't come," Claire said.
"You will, my dear," Domino said, smiling. "You will, believe me."
They had barely settled in, back in the living room, before Claire went into one of her dances. The Count, of course, had seen it before. But, for the others, it was a wholly new treat.
Her body was breathtaking as she gyrated in the center of the room in naked wonderment. She was tall, sensuous, and glistening with the sweat of her labored dancing.
Still bumping and grinding her hips, she threw herself to the floor and splayed her legs wide to expose the pink, juicy gash of her cunt. She seemed to crawl on her back like a snake as she fucked the air with her pussy. Closer and closer she came to her sex-hungry audience.
Soon she was within inches of the crowd.
Everyone was breathing heavily and all the men had throbbing hard-ons.
"Jesus," the Countess exclaimed, "if there's one thing I like almost as much as getting fucked, it's watching someone else fuck. Somebody screw her!"
Mark screamed in glee and fell to the floor. "I'll fuck you good, baby!" he shouted.
With a smile and a nod of her head, Claire beckoned him, her cunt quivering with anticipation at having that huge cock again. She threw her legs over his head as Mark's sensual, sucking mouth rose to meet her burning cunt-hole. His tongue flicked out to answer her sexual demands.
"Oh, suck it… then fuck it!" the big redhead crooned, grabbing him by the ears and drawing him farther into her burning hole.
Mark was in sexual heaven. He could feel her juices flow, then spurt, as he struggled to capture and swallow all the come. It became a continuous flood as her legs pressured tighter and tighter against the sides of his head, causing the blood to pound in his temples and in his huge cock.
Just when he was sure he couldn't swallow any more, she lifted her crotch from his face and slithered down over his chest and stomach.
Claire grasped his hard meat and hungrily devoured it in her mouth. It seemed to grow to even greater proportions as she tongued the head and fondled his balls.
"How do you want to come?" she gasped. "Tell me, Mark, tell me!"
Without words Mark grasped her by the hips and lifted her ass until her undulating cunt was directly over his cock. She lowered herself onto it like a hungry animal. The whole crowd ohhed and awwed when they saw every inch of his mammoth cock go up in her cunt in one smooth, bone-jarring thrust.
Then their cries mingled in wanton togetherness. Claire began writhing on the hugeness of his jerking prick. Everyone could hear the sucking, slapping sounds as she worked her burning cunt up and down on his cum-slick cock and shoved one other lust-hardened tits into his sucking mouth.
It didn't take long. Claire was the first cunt Mark had ever fucked who could really handle the unbearable pressure of all his cock and fuck him hard at the same time. In a matter of moments he couldn't contain himself any longer. With a wild surge of his hips, he let himself go. He could feel his cum course into her orgasming cunt and mingle with her juices.
"He came," the Countess said, sighing heavily. "It was beautiful. I mean, it was really a beautiful fucking come."
With a final thrust, Mark expended the last of his wad and fell back to the floor, completely exhausted. Claire, also satiated, crumpled on top of him.
By the time Mark finished dumping his load in Claire's big, beautiful box, nearly everyone also in the room was back in the act of fucking and sucking. As Claire and Mark lay there, gulping in air, they could hear the sounds of sex vibrating throughout the room.
Each person could hear the gasps, the moans, the sounds of flesh lapping on naked flesh, and it served to spur each of them on to heighten their own experience.
Back in her room after the bout with Lori on the downstairs sofa, Daphne downed two double scotches and sprawled across the bed. She lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling. There was a crack that ran out from the corner to the light fixture in the center of the room. It looked like a meandering river viewed from a plane high in the sky.
Jesus, she thought, she was probably the only one with a room that had a crack in the ceiling. The Count really knew where to put the outcast. She didn't know what she wanted or who she wanted. She was afraid of everyone except Claire. She had even been afraid of her husband every time they had sex. She had never told Claire about it. She was afraid to tell her, because Claire wasn't really a lesbian.
Claire just liked sex – all sex, with anybody, anytime. Daphne wished she did. It would be a lot easier to cope with her desires if that were the case. Because desires she did have, probably greater than Claire. She just didn't know what to do about them.
She lay awake, still thinking, for almost an hour, before she rolled to her side, facing the wall, turning her back on the white light. She didn't realize she'd fallen asleep until she heard the noise. But the noise wasn't in the room, it was in her dream.
Tom was with her. There was no Claire. There never had been, only Tom, her husband. They were fucking and Daphne was on the verge of an orgasm. Just as she was about to come, she opened her eyes to discover that Tom's head had turned to that of a snake. His tongue was long, black and forked, and it flicked out at her. She tried to roll away, to keep it from touching her face. His fingers had become talons that raked her skin, peeling it in bloody strips from her body. And instead of hating it, she was loving it. The more pain he caused in her body the more she loved it and the closer and closer she came to having her orgasm.