"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," Ginger moaned, "mmmmmmmmmmmmm."
She never missed a stroke as she jacked off the two moaning guys at her side. Thick cocks slammed in and out of her cunt and asshole. She sucked ravenously and noisily on a fifth guy's prick, her throat muscles working busily as she gulped down his drooling prick cream. Gradually her big body became totally flushed with arousal.
"Wow!" Sally exclaimed. "Have you ever tried that?"
"Not that many guys," Bobbi said, "but I did three once."
"How?" Sally asked eagerly.
Bobbi whispered to her, and Sally's eyes got wide. She wasn't sure it was something she wanted to try, but she was eager to make it with more than one man like she'd done at Phil's party. She just didn't think she'd ever be in a class with Ginger. She couldn't imagine herself satisfying five men at once without missing a beat.
"Uummmmmm," Ginger loudly moaned.
It was apparent that the big-titted girl was coming. Her tall body shook and shuddered, and her eyes rolled shut. She gave loud muffled moans of ecstasy, her mouth still crammed with bloated cock. Then the guy she was sucking off gave a bellow and started fucking hard at her mouth, filling it with steaming jizz. Ginger eagerly gulped down his load as she came.
Then it seemed like everybody was coming at once, the men groaning and howling and shooting thick jizz in every direction. The two guys Ginger was jacking off shot their wads onto her tits and belly, and the other two guys filled her cunt and asshole. Sally felt insanely excited and almost came herself just from watching. She rubbed her thighs together and felt scorching pussy juice soaking through her panty crotch.
At last the six performers rolled apart, and everybody gave Ginger a big round of applause. Her lust satisfied, she turned out to be a rather shy and quiet type. "Hey, thanks, everybody," she said, "I gotta run."
Ginger scrambled into her clothes and was gone, leaving her partners exhausted and everybody else horny. Sally was more anxious than ever to find a suitable partner. Many people started stripping off their clothes, and she did, too, wanting to be all ready for any action she encountered. She saw a man looking at her across the room, a big hairy-chested guy with a thick mustache.
Sally smiled and strode toward him. She was far too horny to feel shy about making the first move. As she approached, the big man broke into a grin, and he eagerly watched her big round tits wobbling as she walked. Then his eyes darted to her pretty little triangular bush, and his stiff cock gave a horny lurch. It was a huge cock, about eight inches long and very thick. Sally creamed as she got close to it.
"Hi," the man said hoarsely, "I'm Mitch."
"I'm Sally," she beamed, "and I'm very, very horny."
"Then you came to the right guy, Sally," he growled.
It all happened so fast, she didn't know quite how he did it, but the next thing she knew, she was being fucked in a very strange position. Mitch was standing up, cupping her ass, and pressing her against the wall. Her legs were wrapped around his waist-she must have flung them there instinctively when he lifted her off the ground. His enormous rock-hard cock was plowing hard to her womb.
"Uhhhhhhhh!" Sally gasped.
"Take it, baby," he growled, "take every inch of my cock."
It was a kind of brutal position. Pressed against the wail and held there by his superior weight, she couldn't escape the massive deep blows of his big hard cock. Luckily, she didn't want to escape. She craved that kind of animalistic fucking, a thorough stuffing and reaming of her hungry little cunt. She slumped back against the wall and gurgled with pleasure as she took Mitch's jack-hammering cock.
"Ooooooh, yesssss! Fuck it to me! Fuck it to meeeeeee!" she whimpered.
"You like it hard?" he leered.
"I love it," she moaned. "Fuck me, Mitch, fuck the living shit out of me!"
The last thing she saw was his flushed leering face as she screwed her eyes shut in ecstasy. With his big body in the way, she couldn't see the rest of the action in the room anyway, and she wanted to concentrate just on the blinding ecstasy she felt as she took his steady hard fucking. Each savage deep lunge of his cock gave her exquisite sensations.
Still she wasn't completely cut off from the rest of the party. She could still hear everything that went on, and some of it was pretty wild:
"Come and sit on a happy face, doll."
"Unnnhhhh, yesss, stick your finger up my ass.
"Aaaggghhhhh, dammit, shove your ice cubes somewhere else."
Sally was kind of sorry to be missing some of that kinky action, but she was really glad she'd run into Mitch. Mitch had no talent, no finesse, no subtlety-he just wanted to fuck her brains out. At this point, after watching Ginger and her five partners, Sally was so horny that she really craved a steady brutal fucking. So Mitch was just the right partner for her.
"Unnnnnhhhhhhh! Arrrggghhh!" Mitch growled.
He was fucking into her faster and faster as his arousal grew, cramming her juicy little cunt almost to bursting with his wrist-thick eight-incher. Each deep shove spread her delicate cunt lips enormously, and then he plowed all the way to her womb, his huge balls slapping her wet slit. His hairy nut sac hit her pussy with a loud spanking noise, and his reaming cock made an obscene sucking sound as it forced the thick hot cream from her twat.
"Ahhhhh, God, it's so good," Sally moaned.
"Glad you like it, baby," Mitch panted. "Some chicks think I fuck too hard."
"You, Mitch? Impossible," Sally said dryly.
He took that as a compliment and fucked into her even harder and faster, making her whole body shake and shudder. She expected her teeth to start rattling at any moment, Her big ripe tits jiggled obscenely against his hair-matted chest, and his flat belly smacked loudly against hers. It was the most savage animalistic fuck she'd ever had in her life, and she was loving every second of it.
"Oooooo, fuck me, you big bastard! FUCK!" she wailed.
"Hey, you're my kind of chick," he grinned. "I could go on fucking like this for an hour."
Sally wondered if she'd ever be able to walk again after that. She dug her nails into his broad sweaty shoulders and moaned with ecstasy as she took the deep ramming and pistoning of his massive fuck tool. It was just like fucking a horse, she thought.
Pretty soon she started to come, and it seemed like she couldn't stop. That had never happened to her before-one hot blast after another, like a string of firecrackers. Mitch's tirelessly pistoning prick just wouldn't let her stop climaxing. For the first time in her life she was able to absolutely glut herself on orgasms.
"Oooooo, Mitch, you're doing it to me! I'm coming!" she shrieked.
Five minutes passed and Sally was learning the meaning of the expression "fucked out." She'd come until she couldn't come any more, but Mitch was still panting and plowing away as if he were a machine plugged into an outlet. She glanced up at his face and saw a vacant blissful look in his eyes. He hadn't been kidding-he'd obviously be content to go on fucking for hours.
Well, she could hardly complain. She'd been fantasizing about a fuck like this for years. She slumped back against the wall and let Mitch do the work. Though she couldn't see anything but his big hairy chest, she could hear new sounds-someone was arriving late at the party. Bobbi had gone to the door and was greeting someone. Sally didn't catch the name, but the voice was male.
"Sorry I'm late," he said, "but I got hung up at work."
"No problem," Bobbi replied, "the party's still going strong."
"So I see," he chuckled.
The voice somehow sounded familiar. Sally made a real effort to raise herself and peer over Mitch's shoulder, but by then the newcomer had faded into the crowd. She was going to ask if they could turn around when suddenly Mitch gasped, stiffened for a moment, and then started fucking into her like a pile-driver gone out of control. Her body was battered against the wall, her cunt brutally crammed.