Goddamn Claire!
Goddamn Lori!
Goddamn… the whole Goddamn fucking world she was forced to live in.
CHAPTER TEN
The next evening was very similar to the first, only more so. Each of them had spent the day in or by the pool or on the tennis courts or on the golf course. And during the games there was always a liberal time for sex when the desire or need arose.
Gray ate Allison's pussy in the pool, and then fucked her underwater. When it was over and they were lying on two lounges, nude, at poolside, they talked.
"I think," she said, "this is the most depraved time I have ever had in my life."
"Me, too," he agreed, and fell silent for a long time. Then he said. "Will you go back to tricking when we get back to the city?"
"Depends," she replied.
"On what?"
"If you go back to skiing."
"I won't," he said, rolling over and facing her. "If you'll move in with me, we can have all of this every night."
"Not really, or I should say, not exactly," she replied.
"What do you mean?"
"Let's face it. We're depraved and a little perverted to enjoy this as much as we are. And just the two of us together won't be able to keep it alive unless we come back here now and then to the Count's parties."
"You're probably right," he said.
"So you move in with me," she said, smiling. "I've got more money."
"I'll get a job," he said. "But I will move in with you."
"It's a deal," she said, rolling off her own chaise and taking his cock in her mouth.
Just off the ninth tee, the Count, Lori and Claire stopped for a break right in the middle of the fairway. Lori ate Claire while the Count reamed her asshole. When they had finished and resumed the game, both women had the same comment: "I could almost live a normal life on the outside if I had weekends like this to come back to often enough."
"But, my dears," the Count said, "you can. You will always be welcome guests at my house always. In fact we have a little group, a club that meets quite often. There is, of course, a membership fee and some dues each weekend you attend, but that is insignificant."
Mark was leading three games to love in the second set with Countess Donea when he couldn't stand the bouncing of her braless jugs any more. He pulled a cushion from one of the courtside lounges and stripped her tennis dress from her body.
He reamed her cunt first, from behind, and the sheer beauty of his cock disappearing beneath her butt-cheeks became too much for him. He pulled his cock out of her cunt.
"Oh Jesus, Mark honey, don't stop. Don't stop fucking me. Your cock is like the master's – huge, hard, and beautifully painful. I love it."
"Who?"
"Never mind. Just keep fucking me," she intoned.
He grabbed her by the hips and pushed her down into a kneeling position, then pushed her forward.
He held his long, strong cock and moved it gently up and down between her legs. She reached behind her, trying to push it back into her heated cunt. He held back and she cursed him as she tried to press down on him with her butt.
But he was still evading her. He pushed his fingers into her cunt, withdrew them and smeared her lubricant around and below her cunt and asshole. He did it again, then smeared some of her twat-fluid on his own hard prick.
"Don't move," he told her, grasping her butt and edging forward on his knees.
The throbbing tip of his prick touched her asshole and she went limp as the tension of anticipation drained from her body. His cock was too big for her there. She loved pain, but she was sure he would split her clear in half if he even tried to put just the hard, huge knob of his cock in her asshole.
"No… please… not that way, not there!" she cried. "You're too big!"
But he was already pushing hard, spreading her butt-cheeks with the palms of his hands, grunting as he forced the head of his fat prick into her tight, puckered shitter.
"No!" she said, her voice starting to fill with the pain of his prick. "Oh, shit, stop! STOP! It's hurting like hell! I can take a lot of cock in the ass… I've done it. But not that monster. But not that monster of yours, please!"
Again she tried to reach back and stop him, but he pushed his finger into her cunt and started manipulating her, massaging her clitoris and moving his finger in and out of her hot hole.
The fight went out of her, and she fell forward onto her elbows, gasping with pleasure and pain both as he pushed harder and thrust his entire cock up her ass. His balls were sandwiched between the front of his thighs and the back of hers. He gripped her buttocks, digging his fingers in hard, and started fucking with quick, savage movements, watching his cock as he fucked her, pulling her to him in time with each thrust and listening to her groans of pain.
He went on until just before his orgasm, then he slowed the steady rhythm of his thrusts and gradually pulled his darkened prick out of her shitter.
"Jesus, that was good," he sighed. "I could fuck you like that as regular as hell."
"Like one weekend a month?" she said. "Or maybe even more?"
"I'd love it," Mark replied.
"Maybe… just maybe there's a way," the Countess replied. "Now I'll suck your cum out of your cock with my mouth. When I do, see if you can shove the whole fucking hunk of meat down into my belly. I want to take it all."
She covered as much of his cock as she could with her mouth, and watched as his hips came forward to bury more, and more, and all of it in her gagging, clasping throat.
Daphne never appeared all day. She drank until there was nothing left to drink. Then she smoked the pot that had been left in every room. And she masturbated as she watched what went on from her third-floor window.
She watched the Countess take Mark's huge meat up her asshole, the small hole, the painful hole. She heard the Countess scream in pain. And that's what made her masturbate – the sounds of pain, not the sight of all the fucking.
That evening, after dinner, they all assembled in the basement room. All except Daphne. It was a huge room, perfectly outfitted for both a regular party and an orgy.
Mark, naked to the waist, was dancing with Allison. He had an enormous hard-on which was bulging out the front of his jeans. Allison pressed lovingly against it. She wore only a bra and flesh-colored panties.
The Countess was sprawled naked in a corner, eating Claire's ample pussy.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" the Count asked as he passed the redhead and his wife.
"I'm one with erotic freedom," Claire said, smiling and grinding her naked pussy against Donea's willing, sucking face.
The Count walked on to the bar and refilled his drink. Lori was on top of the bar, naked, with her legs spread wide.
"My dear, you have a beautiful ass and an even more beautiful cunt," he said, dropping ice in his glass with one hand and fingering the pink, dripping slit of her pussy with the other. She had been smoking, more than the others had, and dropping some of the many pills that had been placed around the room. The pupils of her eyes were rolled up into her head so almost all that could be seen were the whites of her eyes.
"Suck my cunt," she begged, spreading the wet lips of her pussy with her fingers.
The Count forgot the crowded room as his tongue darted expertly into her hole and probed. In three minutes she came.
"Now you suck my cock!" the Count said, standing and bobbing his cock back and forth from one of her tits to the other. As it hit each nipple, tiny silver strands of his seepage were left dangling on her hardened nipples.
Lori slid off the bar onto the floor. She dropped to her knees in front of him. She took his cock to the back of her throat and gagged.
"Oh, come now, dear," the Count said, "if you can suck that husband of yours, surely you can handle this cock." He shoved forward with all the strength in his hips and forced his cock all the way down her throat.