Her hot, wet mouth seized what it needed so desperately-her husband’s member, an integral part of the man she loved-and she began to suck him slowly, agonizingly, running her tongue wetly around and around the slippery bead, easing the tip of her tongue into the open slit of the glands. Her head pumped abandonly to and fro, slavishly licking every inch of the thick shaft, sucking harder and harder, her tongue twirling faster and faster, and Barry’s buttocks began to flex forward, adding his own movement to her pistoning head so that mouth and cock were fucking together, working together, like a perfectly tuned machine. Kim could feel the dripping shaft batter against her larynx, but she made no move to cease the intense ramming pressure there, her lips ovaling maddeningly as she attempted to suck the hot white load of his sperm from his balls like a siphon.
She rolled and flung her buttocks back against Goren’s forward-driving shaft, feeling it deep in her belly, her mouth working harder and faster on Barry’s cock; he moaned and thrust desperately into her mouth, a wailing gasp tearing from his throat as the moment of his climax neared. Kim was mewling and moaning like a depraved animal, totally abandoning herself to the wondrous feelings of two cocks sunk deep within her either end, about to flood her, drown her, consume her with gushing semen. Her hips swirled more wildly around Goren’s prick; her lips swirled more wildly around Barry’s, and her own orgasm was building, building. It wouldn’t be long now for, any of them, it wouldn’t be long now.
Suddenly, Barry emitted a loud, grunting sigh of release and he jammed his hips forward, burying his cock deep in his wife’s soft, warm mouth. Her throat tightened and un-tightened as torrent after torrent of his burning fluid gushed from his wildly jerking rod, swallowing desperately to keep from choking on the frothing sperm, her cheeks bloating and hollowing as the cavern of her mouth filled and emptied, filled and emptied.
And then, behind her, Goren’s fingers dug painfully into her hips, the nails drawing blood there, and he began to chant crazily, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” His cock began to jerk then, as Barry’s was doing in her mouth, and she felt the fire-hot semen erupt along his urethra tube from the cauldrons of his balls and fill her anus to overflowing, felt the searing liquid run down along the crevice of her churning ass cheek, along the backs of her thighs, and pool on the bedspread beneath her flailing body.
“Keep sucking, keeeepppp succckkkiingggg!” Barry howled, convulsively spasming forward. “Suck all of it, suck all of itttt!’ “Ooooohhhhh!” Goren wailed behind her.
And then, as if their mutual cries of delight were the final trigger of her own coming orgasm, Kim felt the beginnings of wild, rapturous, kaleidoscopic release take hold of her own body. She gurgled and squealed around Barry’s prick, still swallowing his seemingly never ending flow of sticky-hot sperm, trying not to lose a single precious drop of his seed. She reached a pinnacle of pleasure she had never known existed in the world, a height so unbelievable, so dizzying, that her mind threatened to burst from the sheer physical pressure of the pleasure-pain.
Finally after a long long time, she collapsed forward on the bed, the two bliss-giving penises slipping from her mouth and her forever stretched rectum with loud, wet, simultaneous plopping sounds. In her stomach there was a pleasant burning, and she thought in her satiated state that it was the blending of Goren’s cum and Barry’s and her own, all the juices having flowed there from whence they were pumped into her, or from her own secreting glands.
It’s beautiful, she thought, it’s so beautiful… Oh God, I’ve just seen heaven, and now I’m back on earth… but not for Long, for I will visit it again and again and again now that I’ve known what it can be like, what it is …
She felt her head being lifted, and then lowered again onto a warm, hairy thigh. Her husband’s voice began whispering soft sweet words of love to her, his soft, gentle hands stroking her hair, and she moved her head around on his thigh until her mouth located his now flaccid cock cradled in the wrinkled sac of his spent balls. She flicked out her tongue, licking his still warm cum from the spongy member and from the pungent scrotum in grateful adulation…
And then, in that moment, a strange and amused male voice said from the bedroom doorway: “Hot damn, it looks like we’ve got one hell of an orgy going on here!
One hell of an orgy that’s going to get even better once everybody joins in!“
Chapter 8
The man in the doorway was large, with bright red hair, and had his arm around a young girl barely past her teens, who leaned against his chest, her eyes aglow with passionate response to the scene before her.
“What’s going on?” Kim shuddered, lifting her head with abject mortification from Barry’s loins. The sperm seemed to congeal within her as she tried to squirm away from their lascivious gazes. “Who… who are these people?”
“Friends, Kim,” Goren said expansively.
“Come on in, Harry. And you, too, Lorene. Good to see you again!”
“Hey!“ came a yell from the living room, “How about us?“ To Kim’s further horror, another two people came into the bedroom. The woman was tall and well proportioned, with magnificent breasts, pearl white and barely concealed in a low-cut blouse. She was rubbing the front of a boy’s pants, the bulge she had caused obvious to the world. The boy was grinning madly, his tongue licking his dry, trembling lips, and he was the obvious mate to the pubertal girl named Lorene. “Hi, everybody!“ the woman said. “Glad to see you’re enjoying yourselves.”
“Hey, Doris!” called out Gore; “C’mon in!”
“Please, Jack,” moaned Kim, “Send them away.”
“What? Just as the party is beginning? Hardly!”
Kim began to feel hot tears of frustration and fear swelling in her eyes. So this was the real reason behind the “bridge game.” No… no… it was not the simple little wife swapping she had been led to believe, this was the group sex that Lynn had talked about yesterday. Group sex… the ultimate in pure physical gratification, with no; even the rational of affection between the partners. She stiffened, dizziness overtaking her, and she glanced at her husband, unsure of her own true emotions. Is this what I really want? she asked herself.
Doris strode across the bedroom to Barry who looked at her with amazement, and he reached down and grasped his limp cock firmly in her hands murmuring. “I like you. Maybe we can fuck each other later on?”
Barry didn’t speak at once. He stared at her hand as she began to beat his cock from flaccidity to a semblance of erection. He blinked, but spread his legs wider in dazed comprehension of her words. “Look… what the hell is this anyway?” He took a deep breath, his penis impossibly leaping to full grandeur under the ministrations of the strange woman. “Jesus! I don’t believe this!”
“You will in a while,” she tittered lightly.
Kim, her eyes wide with shock, looked back at the other three strangers. They were undressing on the spot, laughing and gaily making comments about the fun to be had, kicking their garments from them in haste. With a squeal, the girl raced for Goren, throwing herself upon him, her hands grasping him as Barry was held, around the thick shaft of his penis. Goren laughed again and reached over and caressed one pear-shaped breast, soft and pliant and promising, and kissed her full on her tender young lips. He gasped as she skinned his foreskin away and his red-fleshed head popped out, and she dropped to lick her eager tongue on the glands.
With a cry of abandon, the boy revealed his own virile cock in violent erection. both men approached the bed where Kim lay cowering on the sheets, their movement a frenzy of glistening bodies, their muscles rippling and quivering, their long, inflamed cocks dancing in front of them with palpitate heat of excitement, their balls swinging against their thighs, their buttocks hollowing and tensing.