Lowering my lips to her ankles, I began kissing her again, this time travelling upwards towards her body. I don't think she quite anticipated what I was going to do, so innocent was she, but she lay there quite sprawled out upon the couch, her body quivering and moving from side to side.
Rapidly kissing her thighs, I came to her belly; instantly her legs clutched together wildly; my hands seized her thighs and slowly spread them apart and with a sudden movement I buried my face in her red crotch, kissing her hotly upon the lips of her cunt! She uttered a moan which was almost a scream; her hands clutched my hair and she dragged my head up tightly to her body as my tongue inserted itself into the hot crevice of her quim. Her body began to shake and shiver then, suddenly, with a few wild heaves she approached her climax; I assisted her by tonguing her rapidly and fiercely and with a few moans and a final violent twisting of her body she reached her orgasm, then sunk back in utter collapse after the violent tension she had recently experienced. I raised my face and crept up beside her on the couch. Taking her in my arms I held her tightly until she once more found her senses.
For several minutes she lay as though in a stupor; her breath came heavily, with low moans. Then her beautiful eyes slowly opened and she looked up at me with a smile.
'How do you feel now?' I inquired.
'Oh, my goodness!' Grace replied. 'I thought I was in heaven. You nearly made a wreck out of me.' And her white arms squeezed me ecstatically.
'Did you like it? You won't think less of me for what I did to you, will you?'
'Oh, my no! Oh, that was delightful and I love you for it. Now what can I do to give you a thrill?' she said, looking up at me archly. Her hand had stolen down and found my stiffened pecker and was squeezing and manipulating it slowly.
I did not leave her long in the dark. I think she knew pretty well what I wanted; the fact that I had kissed her on that spot would of course have indicated that I might appreciate a return of the compliment. She was so aroused that she cast all reserve to the wind and, rising to her knees, she placed herself beside me on the couch and began to handle my now-throbbing member.
She gazed at it with considerable interest, her fingers twisting and turning it about; she pulled back the skin over its ruby head, then slipped it up again; she tested its hardness by squeezing; holding it in her fingers she examined the skin closely, noting the veins and hair, then her hands played about with my bollocks for a few moments.
Suddenly she stooped her head and began to kiss my tool, then her lips opened and she received into her mouth the head of my cock, which throbbed mightily at the soft moist touch of her red lips.
She played with him thus for some moments; slipping him in and out of her mouth, her tongue gliding up and down the rigid shaft and curling itself around his red and swollen head. I lay still, trying to control myself; I was not yet ready to spend in this fashion; that would come later, I hoped.
'What do you say if we try some different positions?' I asked.
'Oh, sure!' Grace replied, with considerable interest.
'Well,' I remarked, 'if you want to give me a thrill, I will tell you what to do.'
She was only too willing, so I showed her how to assume that gem of all positions; as I lay flat on my back on the couch, I had her straddle me in a kneeling position, her pussy directly above my cock; settling down, the pin was driven into her hot cunt. She needed no further directions but proceeded to give me the utmost in pleasure, her body twisting from side to side as the patches of hair on our respective mounds ground together. Then at my direction she started slowly raising and lowering herself, at the same time the muscles of her cunt tightly grasped the stem of my penis, caressing my tool as she raised herself, causing a sort of sucking sensation. I felt as though I should lose my very soul through my penis, so great was the pleasurable sensation thus engendered.
But I was still not ready for the orgasm. After a few moments of this sort of play, I had her dismount from her position of impalement on my member, to assume a position on the couch on her hands and knees.
Arising, I placed myself behind her and parted the lips of her cunt which had by now become thoroughly moistened with the liquid which lubricates the heated vulva. I slipped between those rosy lips the head of my cock and, with a few slow moves, pushed it solidly home. My hands clasped her breasts as I thus knelt behind her. The feeling of her soft, rounded buttocks against my belly gave me a tremendous sensual thrill so that for a moment I was tempted to work us into an orgasm but, feeling as I did that this was, in a sense, the lady's party and not mine, I decided to finish the performance in a position which would perhaps be less delightful to myself but more pleasing to her. So, after a few moments in the present position, I removed my penis and lay back upon the couch once more.
Grace looked up at me expectantly, wondering what was coming next. Holding out my arms I invited her to come on top of me, which she did. Next, securing a pillow from the head of my bed, I placed it beneath my buttocks, thus elevating my belly and groins so that when I had once more placed my cock in her now hot and excited quim, our bellies were tightly pressed together and I could feel my pubic bone tightly against hers. She straddled my prone body and my hands clasped her legs and drew them widely apart, thus bringing our mounds into the tightest possible conjunction.
We were now all set to go, so my hands began manipulating the back of her head and around her ears; my fingers curled through the luxuriant blonde hair and massaged her scalp; then my hands travelled along her shoulders; she was of the type who reacts immediately to massaging of the shoulder-blades and back, so I slowly kneaded and rubbed the flesh of her shoulders and back, up and down, as far as the hips. Meanwhile she was twisting and writhing, my stiff, hard prick embedded to the hilt in her hot, tightly gripping cunt. Her arms clutched me tightly about the neck. Her eyes were half-closed and turned upwards in a frenzy so that I could see the whites of her eyeballs, her breath coming in short, quick gasps of passion while low moans came from between her tightly clenched teeth.
Impaled as she was upon my hard pecker, she seemed determined to break it off. With violent downward motions of her hips and body she lunged and shook. I could feel the head of my member grinding against what I took to be the entrance of her womb. I felt quite sure that the lady was receiving for the first time in her life a thoroughly satisfying fuck, so I prolonged the operation as long as I possibly could.
Her heat and passion, however, together with her wild manoeuvres, finally became too much for me and I felt I was approaching my climax. My fingers worked in and out of her buttonhole; my left hand massaging her neck and scalp. Occasionally I would slip the tip of a finger into her ear.
I whispered, 'What are we doing, Grace?' It seemed to cause her to become even more excited so, sensing that the time was about ripe, I whispered, 'Are you ready?'
'Oh, yes, yes - oh!'
And with a series of moans and sighs, her lips glued themselves to mine in a long kiss - my tongue slipped between her hot lips and into her mouth - violently sucking it, she reached her paroxysm and I myself felt the long-delayed orgasm arriving, and with a mad heaving of our twisted bodies we reached that state of ineffable bliss together.
We both got up and put on our clothes. Grace was ready to go feeling well satisfied with the roll of bills I gave her.
Faithless Lady
For the nine-to-five wage-slaves among us, those watching the clock till it's time to quit, savouring our days off and always longing for the fortnight's getaway in summer, there's a mystique about the daytime hours spent by people who don't go to work. Young people, that is. Those not yet burdened and free to spend a summer's afternoon hanging out, killing time, pleasing themselves - how exactly? If this account of a lazy drug-inspired orgy from the early seventies is to be believed then the answer is obvious. It's what we always suspected. The lucky sods are screwing themselves silly... It's a bitch.
The new Rolling Stones' record was playing when I got back to the fl
at. 'Sticky Fingers' if you must know, so that dates it. Music boomed from Jack and Stephanie's room at the end of the corridor. Steph was in the hall, carrying a tray. When she saw me, she invited me in for tea.
Jack and Steph's room had a large mattress on the floor, piles of cushions and a bean bag were strewn on the thick pile carpet. We didn't go in for furniture in those days - maybe we couldn't afford it, I can't remember. We weren't that impoverished though - one of the other girl's fathers paid the rent and it was a pretty fancy flat.
Ivan was sitting on the floor with his back against the wall and an album cover on his lap. He was rolling a joint. Steph sat beside him, arranging the cups.
There's something about lounging around getting smashed when most other people are out at work. Steph's Jack was in Birmingham on a management-training course. Ivan's girlfriend, Jean, was taking the minutes of a publishing meeting at an office in Bedford Square. Come to think of it, my wife-to-be, Carol, was doing battle with thirty eight-year-olds at a primary school off Ladbroke Grove. Ivan passed me the joint and I grinned. This was better.
We didn't talk. For one thing, the music was too loud. In any case, there wasn't much to say. We were members of a close-knit group of friends. We knew each other pretty well.
So when Steph stood up and unzipped her skirt, neither Ivan nor I turned a hair. I tried not to look directly at the milky white thigh inches from my face as the green cotton pooled around her feet. Kicking the garment clear, she sprawled on the mattress by the side of Ivan and reached across him for the cigarette. She took a deep drag and her blonde hair fell over her face.
My eyes devoured her, from the hollowing of her cheek as she drew in smoke, to the folds of her white cheesecloth blouse, to the fleshy hill of her hip, bitten into by the pull of the pink-edged panties which were all that concealed her pussy from my sight.
Not that I was turned on or anything. I'd known Steph for years, all through university and beyond. She'd been shacked up with Jack for half that time, like I'd been with Carol. We were friends. Being friends was more important than having sex.
The music stopped, the record had come to an end. So had the joint. I squashed it in the ashtray, my head buzzing.
'Play it again, Sam,' said Steph and I obeyed, leaning round to lift the lid on the turntable and start the music over. When I turned back she was kissing Ivan.
It was like a punch in the gut. She had a hand in his hair, pulling his face into hers. Their mouths were working, probing and tasting each other. It was hot and sexy. I was stunned.
Ivan shifted round to touch her, his hand landing on the front of her blouse searching for her small breast. She made a little grunt as he found it and a hiss as his fingers pinched her nipple through the cloth. I watched the hem of the shirt ride upwards to bare the pale flesh of her midriff. My heart was pounding like a hammer.
My mind was racing too. Suddenly it seemed obvious that I was an intruder. Maybe they had planned an afternoon in bed together and I'd turned up out of the blue. They'd offered me tea and a smoke out of politeness but now it was time to go. I stood up shakily and slipped out of the door. I felt noble as I did it. Noble and frustrated.
I went to the bathroom down the hall and splashed cold water on my face. I was burning up with confusion and anger and lust. My God, suppose they did this regularly? Fucked the afternoon away while everyone else was at work. Where did that leave Jack? I'd been at school with him, he was my oldest friend - should I tell him his girlfriend was screwing around? Then there was Jean - she was Steph's best friend - how could Steph go behind her back with Ivan?
But that didn't cover what I really felt. What I really felt was a burning, fizzing, overpowering need. I wanted my tongue in Steph's mouth, my hand on her breast, my cock in her barely-concealed, tantalisingly-displayed pussy. And if I had the opportunity, I knew I wouldn't think twice about anyone else. What Jack or Carol might feel wouldn't come into it. I was stoned and horny and I wanted it now!
'Sam?'
There was another face next to mine in the mirror. Ivan.
I stepped back from the sink and turned to him. He wore an unbuttoned shirt, that was all. His cock was at half mast, the hood peeled back to show the blood-rich glans. The whole organ looked wet.
'Finished already?' I said. I sounded snotty but I couldn't help it.
'She wants us both,' he said.
'What?'
'She wants to fuck us both.' He grinned. 'One-on-one is too much like betrayal she says.'
'Good God.'
'Come on, Sam, before she changes her mind.'
She was lying face down on the mattress when we returned. Naked. Her blonde hair fanned across her golden shoulders and her pale beautiful bottom pouted at us, the dark divide between the cheeks beckoning.
Ivan slipped out of his shirt and I saw his tool was now at full stretch. I pulled my clothes off with trembling fingers. We lay down on either side of her, there was just enough room. The thought that she had arranged herself just so was almost as thrilling as the warm kiss of her hip on mine.
First we stroked her, running our fingers in gentle patterns across the skin of her back, our straining cocks nudging her on either side. She made no sound but when Ivan pressed his thumb into the flesh at the top of her spine her whole body twitched. Then I slipped my hand to the pliant heat of her buttocks and began to squeeze and fondle. 'Oh,' she muttered and her legs moved apart, just an inch but enough to reveal a glimpse of brown pussy curls. I lowered my head and began to kiss her bum. It was heaven.
The skin of her seat was hot and smooth like satin. I pressed my face into the soft cushions of her backside and licked. She tasted of strawberry soap and smelt of cunt. The sap was trickling from between her legs and I slipped my tongue into her cleft to lick her juice. It was rich and heady, like wine. She wriggled her bottom back against me, giving me easier access. I drank from her thirstily. I realised I was very stoned.
I replaced my tongue with a finger and lifted my head in a daze. The cheeks of her bum were spread wide and flushed pink as she jerked against me. I pushed another finger into her slot, then a third, stretching her open, marvelling at the pretty, brown-fringed mouth of her pussy as it gorged itself on my hand like some exotic sea creature.
The music had stopped and I became conscious of groans and sighs from above. I looked across the moon of pink-and-white flesh that filled my vision and saw Steph's fingers wrapped around Ivan's swollen cock. His tool looked gross in her small white hand, the plum-red end glistening and sticky as she eased the foreskin back and forth over it.
I looked further up. His arm was across her shoulders and their heads were joined, his thick black locks buried in her blonde curls. As I watched, their faces drew apart. Her mouth was wet and her bottom lip swollen. He took her by the hip and pushed her onto her back. It was obvious what he wanted.
When I took my hand from her pussy her labia gaped and for a second I was gazing into the tunnel of her sex. Then she was filling the void with Ivan's gleaming tool, moaning wordlessly as he plugged her to the hilt.
I sat back and enjoyed the show. I had never seen people fuck before, not properly, in full daylight, inches from my face, in all their straining, urgent need. It was incredible.
There was no subtlety to it. Steph lay back, her thighs spread and knees lifted high. Ivan sprawled across her, his mouth on hers, his narrow hips cradled in the broad valley of her pelvis and simply filled her hole - bang, bang, bang! His hands were on her upturned arse cheeks and he pulled and yanked her up and down on his prick, cramming her tight. The brown sack of his balls leapt and jerked beneath the rooting stem of his cock base and the sticky sound of their fucking filled the air.
'Oooh, oooh, oooh,' she moaned as he went at her, lifting her half off the bed. Her wild blonde tresses flailed as her head thrashed on the pillow and her cries took on a higher pitch.
Steph was a shrieker, I knew that all too well. I'd once played gooseberry with her and Jack in a caravan i
n the Lake District and I knew just how she sounded when she was being shagged senseless. As she was now.
'Aaaah!'
Her pussy seemed to close on the stem of Ivan's cock as she came, like a mouth biting down hungrily. Not that he was complaining.
His hollow-cheeked buttocks juddered as he lunged in climax, skewering his prick deep into that pretty pink, all-embracing suction valve between her milky thighs.
'Oh God!' he cried as he emptied his balls into her. Then, breathing hard into the crook of her neck, he muttered, 'I swear that was the best fuck of my life.'
Steph giggled. 'What did you make of it, Sam?'
'Five point nine for technical merit, zero for artistic content,' I said.
'Smartarse,' said Ivan cheerfully. 'You do better - she's all yours.'
I made Steph turn over and placed a pillow under her hips. She was very mellow after the release of her orgasm and allowed me to position her like a doll. But when my blazing cock sank into her, like a knife into butter, she began to moan at once.
I stroked into her softness as slowly as I could, trying to rein back my need and savour this unique moment. My hands found the shallow bowls of her breasts and the pegs of her nipples pushed hard into my palms. Then I nipped the skin at the back of her neck with my teeth and that set her off again.
'Oh yes oh yes oh yes,' she breathed and when I slid a hand down her body into the slippery warmth of her crotch she began to come at once. After that, it was all over in seconds. I couldn't hold back. I ground my belly into the silky cushion of her bum and squirted my desire deep inside her.
There was obviously going to be a second round. Ivan's cock was at full stretch again by the time the pair of us disentangled and Steph reached for it at once.
'Mmm,' she murmured, squeezing his root, forcing a drop of juice from the eye of his knob, 'I've always fancied a gang-bang.'
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