But my Scotch lass, her ardor temporarily quelled, now proceeded to demonstrate her teasing side. She leaped from the swing to the ground and slipped into her black raincoat. I was left to bring the swing to a halt and follow her—in imminent danger of pole vaulting as I alit due to the unsatisfied rigidity of Old Lucifer.
Which is to say that there was the devil to pay and I bloody well meant to see that he got his due! I gamboled after my playful Peggy, my fly still open, my lance at full tilt like a member of the Light Brigade making the charge. Flaunting my lust this way put me right in the swing of things with the other orgiasts sporting in the playground. Such lust, in various stages, was everywhere to be seen.
A Filipino was playing in the sandbox with a plump blonde girl. He was wearing a white dinner jacket, and that’s all he wore. The plumpish girl had on a Baby Doll nightie—the top only-—and her pink behind and the lower part of her groin were visible beneath the fuzzy fringe of the garment. Another girl joined them, a very tall Oriental. She was wearing a fur bikini and expertly snapping a tight-twisted wet towel.
The blonde, up to her ankles in sand, was standing bent over with her hands holding her knees. In this position her derriere jutted out provocatively. The Filipino stood behind her in the sandbox. He held his penis like a rubber hose in one hand. He smacked her back and forth across her behind with it. He also provided a counterpoint with his other hand, smacking her with the open palm — a series of rhythmic, resounding thwacks. The tall Oriental girl in the furred bikini was behind him. Each time he bent to his chastisement of the blonde, she flagellated him. His nut-brown bottom stuck out from under the white dinner jacket like a symmetrical coconut. She raked it with her long, sharp nails, digging deeply each time that he smacked the blonde with his rubber-hose penis. His butt was harshly furrowed and streaked with blood, but he didn’t seem to mind. On the contrary, he seemed ecstatic to be caught in the middle between the mild sadism he was inflicting and the masochism he was enjoying. He held his sex organ in such a way as to impede the flow of blood so that it would stay in a semi-tumescent state. He didn’t want it too stiff to whip the blonde’s fleshy behind with. She had her head craned around so that she could see the blur of his flailing instrument as it bounced off her cheeks; she could also see the Oriental girl’s nails dripping blood as they came away from the Filipino’s writhing bottom.
The lazy Susan wasn’t far from the sandbox and Peggy had jumped onto it as it spun around. She had left me in a preposterously erect position, and I had no intention of letting her get away from me before I’d spent my lust inside her oven. I jumped up on the lazy Susan myself and made my way to her. This involved stepping over a variety of intermingled bodies in various stages of undress and nudity, and in many sorts of unusual positions and involved in many bizarre activities. Mouths sucked at a variety of orifices—small ones centered in penis crowns, larger ones nestling between female thighs, hot ones with sharp tongues, forbidden ones which required (in a sense) going “in” the “out” passageway. Breasts were being squeezed and teased, nipples chucked and sucked, cleavages stroked and poked with fingers and fully erect organs. Penises were being milked and massaged, balls laved and licked, prostates titillated and tickled. The lazy Susan was a merry-go-round of fallatio and flagellation, coupling and cunnilingus, sodomy and sensuality of every description.
Peggy was catching her breath. She lay on her back and looked up at me hotly as I made my way to her. She had allowed the black raincoat to fall open again. Her shaven crotch framed by the garter belt, her long legs in black net stockings, her high breasts with their large pink aureoles and hard red nipples—all her charms were on display and waiting for me. And I was ready for them as my exposed lance still sticking out of my pants attested.
I sprawled over her. Her mouth was hot and sweet, her tongue teasing as I kissed her. Her hand went to my rigid tool. Her breasts swelled against me as she caught her breath, impressed with the readiness of it. Peggy groaned, then stuck her tongue into my ear and licked and murmured a panting litany of suggestive words which I could only half make out because of her Scotch brogue:
“Fu’ … Su’ … Co’ … Pri’... Cunny … Fu’ . . .”
Peggy pulled on my ding-dong and I moved as she indicated. She was sort of reeling me in, pulling me up her body. She stopped when I was kneeling over her with my knees on both sides of her ribs. She was so excited that that blonde Afro of hers was all but standing on end.
She had my dingus right where she wanted it -- deep in the cleft between her breasts. My swollen balls nuzzled there too, snug and warm—-very warm. By clenching her arms at her side, she was forcing her breasts together and then by unclenching them she was allowing those gourd-shaped beauties to fall away from each other. As a result, my stiff piston moved up and down between the perspiration-slicked flesh mounds.
The sight of the raw, red tip of my cock appearing in the cleavage at the top of her breasts seemed to excite Peggy mightily. As it disappeared and reappeared, she moaned low in her throat. Her hands became very busy between her throbbing thighs. Then she moved them to my hips and guided me this way and that to achieve the various sensations that were turning her on so strongly.
She tugged at me until the base of my scrotum was bouncing against the hotly taut nipple of her left breast. She urged me back until she could squeeze the sac between her panting melons. Then she guided me until the long, quivering tip of her right breast had inserted itself between the cheeks of my behind. I could feel it flexing there, probing, growing with the bizarreness of the contact.
All of this, as I’ve indicated, was intoxicating Peggy with the wine of passion. The tip of my penis against her nipples, the squeeze-pinch of my cheeks around one of them, the slippery rolling of my balls between her breasts, the hot thrust of the length of my cock in that tight passage she’d created between her breasts—it all had her beside herself. Just how much was something I determined when I slipped my hand down and reached for that shaven mound so brazenly located above the juncture of her legs.
She was hot and wet and waiting. Her clitty stuck out like a sore thumb—-a thumb, that is, made sensitive by friction. The lips of her vagina made soft, kissing noises as they puckered and unpuckered. Peggy was more than ready!
So was I!
I slung those lovely legs of hers over my shoulders and bent her double. That Scotch arse of hers popped up to form a cushion for me. I swung my weight onto it and slammed my prick hard into her waiting slot.
Ahh-hh-hh!
Such a friendly well it was! My divining rod felt right at home there. It was so damp and warm; the walls of flesh were so clinging. I’d filled it with my male presence to the brim, and there was no mistaking the delighted welcome I’d found there.
I paused for a moment to enjoy the sensation. I didn’t move, just concentrated on the feel of Peggy’s glovefinger of love snugly embracing my “finger” of passion. I even took a few seconds to look around me.
My eyes lit on the trio in the sandbox. One of the Oriental girl’s hands was busy between her own legs now. She was enthusiastically frigging herself. A few drops of the Filipino’s blood still dripped from the nails. With her other hand she was still gouging and scratching his bottom.
This was driving the Filipino into a frenzy. He flayed the heavy, naked rear of the blonde with abandon, his rubber hose of an organ alternating with the thwack of his palm. Her behind was lobster red now. As I watched, her thighs clenched and her whole body shook with what I took to be one of a series of orgasms. This, however, was the one that did it for the Filipino. His prick began to spurt jet after jet of heavy cream over the blonde’s behind. He kept whipping her with it as it squirted. This in turn so excited the Oriental girl that she clawed at his groin from behind and finally came around in front of him and straddled one of his legs (he bent it accommodatingly), riding up and down on it so that she climaxed along with the last of the semen he was spraying over the blonde’s writhing butt.