When Jackie recovered her senses, Teddy had withdrawn the massive tool and turned her onto her side. He had parted her thighs, and was now drinking the mingled oils of climax which welled from her stretched, sore cunt. She heard his lips smacking, and felt his busy tongue dipping into her aching flesh, scooping out the flavorous liquids of their erotic pleasure.
She felt that in justice she ought to pay oral homage to the enormous tool that had given her such violent joy, but the effort of moving was too much; she couldn't stir herself to bring her mouth to the wet, shriveled prick which now drooped across his thigh.
"I hope you don't mind my helping myself to this delicious treat," he said when he finally lifted his wet mouth from her pussy, "but I couldn't resist eating you. The come's so delicious when it's mixed with cunt oils! Besides, some women don't like to go back to the party with spunk and pussy goo running down their thighs. I don't know what your attitude was, but I simply couldn't let all that heavenly dew go to waste!"
"What a wonderful way to finish off a fuck," Jackie puffed, writhing sensuously. "It almost makes me want to try it all over again!"
"Ah, that would be naughty!" Teddy told her, shaking his head in mock seriousness. "It's very bad form to monopolize a new woman. The others deserve a chance at you too!"
"Even if I wanted to stay?" she asked, a bit put out at this imperious arranging of her evening. "Oh, never mind. I suppose I'd better go along with it after all!"
Wearily, she moved off the bed, acutely conscious of a soreness deep in her belly, and started to pick up her dress. When she saw that Teddy had simply gathered up his clothes and was preparing to walk back to the den carrying them, she straightened up with new interest.
"Are we supposed to go back naked?"
"Most people do," he replied. "It's no secret what we've been up to, you know. But if you want to dress, go right ahead. No one will frown on it, though it does get to be tiresome, getting into and out of one's clothes so often."
As she stepped into her dress and fastened it, Jackie wondered what had happened to Max. She worried about him, since she still wasn't completely certain that his inner streak of puritanism wouldn't surface at some awkward moment, causing them both grief and embarrassment.
She need not have worried on that score; at least not for the present time.
When Sandra had led Max into the bedroom opening off the den, she'd made no secret of her interest in him from a purely sexual point of view. Once they'd locked themselves in, she turned to him with open arms and rubbed herself against his long, lean body as they kissed passionately.
"Well? We going to do your thing, or mine?" she asked, pulling her mouth from his and looking up at him with fevered eyes.
When Max expressed a hope that they might do both, she cautioned him that her tastes were odd to the point of being bizarre, and Max stoutly insisted that whatever she wanted would be good enough for him.
"All right, then," she whispered, rubbing her pubic bone into his rapidly stiffening prick with insistent pressure. "Let's get down to the bare facts, and I'll show you what I want from you."
Sandra uncovered a delicious body. She was one of those tall, slender women, high-breasted, with enormous nipples that covered at least half of each delicately sculpted mound of flesh. The dark cones had a pear-shaped look about them, and jutted out invitingly. A small patch of dark fur, very thick and curly, adorned the prominent mound swelling out atop her trim thighs, and when she fell back on the bed and spread her legs, Max saw that the hair ended abruptly at the beginning of her vulva; the outer lips surrounding the soft, pink flesh of her pussy were quite bare.
"That's what it's all about!" Sandra sighed deliriously as Max uncovered his stiffened lance, displaying it in all its arrogant, splendor. "That's what I've been looking for all night!"
It turned out that Sandra had an anal complex. She wanted to lie on her back, with Max between her thighs, and feel the meaty shaft of his prick slice into her anus. At the same time, she promised, she would satisfy her exhibitionist tendencies by masturbating herself.
"If you kneel upright, you should be able to see your cock ripping my ass to shreds, and also watch the way I diddle myself," she panted as he moved closer to her. "But at the end, just before you come, I want you to pull out of my ass and jack yourself off, so you shoot your cream over my fingers and onto my pussy and belly! That's just the ever-loving, blue-eyed end for me!"
Max promised to do his best, though he confessed himself an utter novice at anal intercourse. This astounded Sandra, who at first refused to believe that he'd never had "a touch of the brown", as she put it. But he persisted, until at last she chortled happily at her good fortune in finding someone who had never practiced that lewdest of perversions.
"The further out the better, for me," she panted hoarsely, excited all the more by his innocence. "And you may find that you rather like packing a girl's shit; I don't know. Anyway, just spit on it a little, to grease it enough to get in. God, what a monster that thing is!"
Max did as he was told, and found, to his surprise, that Sandra's experienced anus was still far tighter than the two vaginas he had grown accustomed to piercing, as well as thoroughly hot. Of course it lacked the lush, slippery quality which made a cunt so dear to him, but he found the novelty exciting enough that he didn't mind the drawbacks.
Sandra's fingers plied at her moist, reddened pussy, pulling the outer lips apart and exposing the juicy lining of that tender organ. She hooked both index fingers over the rim of her cunt and began tugging at the muscular opening, prying it open, then allowing it to wink shut. She repeated, this sensual exercise over and over, coupling it with a neat way of rubbing her thumbs over the swollen nub of her clitoris, which appeared to bring her savage pleasure.
Overwhelmed by the strangeness of making love in this way, Max had to struggle hard to hold back his passion and prevent hasty culmination. Sandra quickly realized what he was doing, and told him to release his lust whenever he chose, since her own climax would be a direct result of feeling his gushing shower of satisfaction.
"It's knowing you have yours, feeling the splat of your cream on me, seeing your face when you let it fly… That's what does it for me," she whispered, watching his face intently for signs of the approaching climax. "I can come any time; whenever I feel you let go!"
Max wasn't far from that moment, and, encouraged by her explanation, withdrew his prick from the heated grasp of her anus. He felt rather foolish, fondling his prick as if he were a callow teenager while a mature, highly charged woman lay spread wide open just inches in front of him, but her sensuality was ample enough to infect him with its warmth. He straightened slightly, circled his rampant organ with his right hand, and began stroking it purposefully.
Sandra, knowing the moment was near, increased the pressure of her fingers until she was prying the mouth of her cunt wide open, stretching out until it could easily have accommodated the most generously endowed of men.
Suddenly Max felt the familiar delightful twitching in his loins. He gasped out a brutal oath, whipped his hand back and forth even more rapidly, then arched out his loins, straining as if trying to touch the tip of his prick to the fingers and pussy so tantalizingly close to him.
"There!" he gasped. "There it comes! God, what a come! I'll drown you with spunk!"
And he nearly did, inundating Sandra's gaping pussy, her fingers, thighs, buttocks and belly with great gobs of thick, milky sperm.
The tall redhead became a fiery furnace of femininity when she felt the thick, hot cream spatter her flesh. The combined visual and tactile stimulus was enough to turn her into a dervish of orgiastic frenzy, gaping and gurgling with passionate zeal.
When Max's prick had dribbled out the last droplet of his hot spew, he wiped the head on her thigh, selecting a dry spot to receive the last of his jism.
"Whew! What a way to go!" Sandra gulped, shaking her head in awe at the violence which had pulverized her lovely body. "I know I'm kind of a kook for wanting it that way, but believe me, baby, I know what's best for me!"
"Don't the other ways do anything for you?"
"Oh, it feels good when I just get fucked in the ass, or even in the cunt, for that matter," she replied. "And it's a little better when a guy fucks my mouth and lets it shoot onto my tongue. But none of them can hold a candle to this. I know; I've tried it every way, and this is what gets me going first-class!"
"Then you ought not to do anything else," Max told her. "If anyone knows what's good for you, you ought to be the one."
Sandra lay still for a few more minutes, savoring the last vestiges of her tumultuous climax. Then she asked Max to hand her her panties, and she used them to wipe the sperm from her fingers and body. Like Teddy, she was planning to return to the den without dressing. Max hesitated a moment, dreading the prospect of displaying his nudity before the assembled crowd, or as many of them as might be present in the den. However, when Sandra assured him that everyone else would be nude, he shrugged and laid his clothes aside.
They re-entered the den to find four couples standing around the record player, all quite naked and all quite obviously fresh from stimulating sessions in a bedroom. Jackie hadn't yet returned, and Max cast a curious eye over the other women in the room.
All of them were attractive, though the loveliest of the lot seemed interested only in Sandra. They took in his nudity with the bold glances, openly eyeing his dangling prick in a way that caused it to begin springing upward again. Max felt acutely self-conscious about this, since the other men present were quite nonchalant and very relaxed, especially in that vital area.
Fortunately, none of the women seemed interested in taking him, off to a bedroom immediately. As Max soon recognized with a feeling of relief, his bout with Sandra had been exhausting, for all the lack of the usual trimmings, and he doubted if he would he able to achieve another climax within the hour.
He joined the crowd, and found them discussing the merits of various Dixieland jazz bands, a subject which interested him. And soon he realized that they might as well all be totally clothed. The orgy, it appeared, went on only at intervals; even these lust-hungry jades couldn't sustain an evening of total, concentrated, unmitigated sex.