Her nakedly writhing body arched and bucked wildly under his searching tongue and mouth, and she lifted her legs high, locking her ankles back behind his neck and imprisoning his head between her trembling thighs. Her hips moved abandonedly in the motion of copulation, fucking up against his tongue faster and faster, fucking it wildly, her ass cheeks gyrating with impossible fervor. Her hands in his hair tried to push his head and his molten tongue deeper into her screaming cunt, as if attempting to make them one, or to consume them completely.
Harry lashed furiously into her moist trembling slit, his hands slipping up over her belly to her sensuously quivering young breasts, cupping and squeezing them almost brutally while his mouth and tongue continued the wet assault down between her widespread thighs. Then he located the quivering button of her clitoris, and she whined sharply with lust-pain as he took the tiny nerve-tip between his teeth, holding it there, and began to run the end of his tongue round and round it in continuous circles. Her head flailed in total subjugation from side to side, and Harry opened his mouth yet wider, moving his tongue downward along the smooth, heat-moistened slit to the throbbing hair-fringed opening of her vagina once more. And again, he began to orally fuck her, harder and faster, faster and harder, sliding his hard, wet tongue up into her dilated clasping cuntal channel, listening to her frantic mewling, whimpering sounds of passion as he licked around the velvet-like inner walls of her hotly pulsating cunt.
Beth Wellington, in the middle of the lewdly copulating circle, seemed to be a dervish of motion as she fucked her wetly clasping cunt up and down the thick ramming penis of John Barnett below her. She was pinching her nipples painfully now to heighten the implacable desire in her loins, and her head was thrown back like a contortionist's with the muscles of her slim throat stretched taut. On either side of his hammering cock, Barnett was using his fingers to knead her soft wet vaginal flesh as she rammed her burning pussy down harder on him. From their loud moans and frantic movements, it was obvious that it wouldn't be long for either of them…
The humping form of Will Prescott, fucking gleefully into Gay Sommers from behind seemed likewise a wild dervish of motion. His naked buttocks flashed with demon-like speed as he sent his lust-hardened cock crashing like a crowbar into the voluptuous woman's twisting cunt. He was shouting incoherently as he did so, and Gay buffeted back with practiced expertise and abandoned lust, reaching back to tickle and stroke the heavy sac of his cum-filled balls as they swung below. Over and over she kept repeating in a lust-constricted voice, "Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it Willllllllll!"
George Wellington's outstretched middle finger in the cunt of Laura Barnett, and his cock buried far into the velvet-heated depths of her tightly clasping bowels, seemed perfectly attuned as he fucked his long thickness into her rectum with rhythmic ease. Her eyes were glassy from the tremendous sensations overpowering her, and it was only moments before her climax hit. Every muscle and fiber in her sinuous body was working for that goal, working desperately for it, and her sweat-sheened, bucking form was a quivering mass of jiggling flesh as a result. Wellington's tongue kept flicking spasmodically into her ear, trailing saliva, as he, too, sought his release
The ovalled lips of the sixty-nining Edie Prescott were sending Tom on a roller coaster ride of rapture as she sawed with nibbling, licking grace the fleshy expanse of his lust-swollen cock. He heaved up in mindless captivation, thudding his loins mercilessly into her intense, sweet young face while his own mouth lapped the ambrosial juices of her tenderly, flowing cunt. His balls in her stroking, kneading hand were like two balloons filled to the bursting point, and that ultimate point was only seconds away.
Jill was crooning insensibly with animal pleasure now as Harry Sommers continued to mouth and tongue her sweating, liquid furrow. And then, as her nakedly churning buttocks jerked and spasmed beneath his plunging poker of a tongue, he drew the wet probe out and drew it licking downward to the tiny withered ring of her upturned anus. She sucked in her breath in a gulping, shuddering swallow, flinging her loins up at him as hard as she could as he brought. his tongue into seething wet contact with that forbidden opening, thrusting it into the tight, elastic little hole. Jill's entire body quivered uncontrollably, even more so than it had been beneath the overpowering assault, and her body was paroxysming furiously with torrent after torrent of sensual pleasure.
Harry licked and sucked and drove his tongue into her tightly clenched rectum, reveling in the abandoned gyrations of her lust-controlled body. Harder and harder he drove his wet, hard probe into her anal passage, tasting each pucker in its surface, his teeth scraping the smooth velvety surface of her buttocks and the moist, warm softness of her lusting slit. Then, abruptly, he drew his tongue out of her rectum and returned his mouth to her saliva-drenched loins and the downy soft hairs fringing her pulsing cuntal lips. He mashed his lips down on them once again, resuming his labor there in tune to Jill's cries of mindless enrapturement.
And then, suddenly, an ear-piercing wail came from the contorted lips of the beautiful Beth Wellington. She seemed to freeze in midair as she knelt above the thick impaling rod of John Barnett, remain immobile with his great cudgel buried far up into her belly for a single instant… then she began to flash up and down his wetly glistening cock with disbelieving motions, screaming out: "I'm… I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cum. cum… cummmmmmmmiiinnnnnngggggggg!"
"Oh Jesus, oh Jesus, meeeee t000000!" howled Barnett, heaving up to meet her every downstroke as the first hot needle-like spurts of his thick white sperm jetted into her tightly-gripping cunt, to mingle with the enveloping secretions of her orgasm and flow out around his wildly jerking rod. The fluid made pools of glistening wetness on his belly, and on the rug beneath his churning hips, and Beth almost squeezed blood from her own nipples in the mindless throes of her fantastic climax.
It was as if their cumming, displayed there so wantonly in the middle of them all, triggered the spiraling releases of the other madly undulating couples in the sex-hot room. Will Prescott emitted a low, almost mournful howl from behind Gay Sommers and began to ejaculate great streams of his billowing semen into Gay's waiting pussy; she in turn felt his massively exploding shaft ramming dog-fashion into her excited young cunt and then the fires of her own lust reached their apex and began to rage out of control. "Cum, cum, cum, cum," she urged Prescott needlessly, for he was emptying his testicles with incredible and inundating rapidity.
"Eeeeeeeaaaaahhhhhhhh!" Laura Barnett suddenly screamed as she reached, in one blinding instant, the orgasm she had been striving so hard for. Her body bucked and twisted and heaved against George Wellington's invading finger in her wetly convulsing pussy and cock in her wildly puckering rectum, and then his churning testicles were flooding her rectal passage with his burning hot seed and his finger was receiving the warm, sweet flow of her cuntal juices.
It was then that Edie Prescott's hot, soft, artistic little mouth and kneading hands took their toll on Tom Parker, and he moaned crazily as the first geyser of his cum erupted through his cock's glans eye and flooded deep into the back of her throat. "Suck it suckitttt!" he gurgled into her tender cunt, and he used his teeth and his tongue on her erect and throbbing clitoris to make her cum with him as she hungrily milked his balls of his sexual need. Her mouth bloated and contracted, and her Adam's Apple pumped madly to drink down every last drop of his delicious semen. and then her eyes seemed to roll up in her head as her own climax hit with blinding intensity. Her hips flailed and churned down onto Tom's contorted face, and they sucked and swallowed the fluids of one another's mutual and satisfying release.
Dimly, through desire-fogged ears, Jill heard the moans and wails and pants which designated the climaxes of the others involved in this fantastic group orgy. She writhed and squirmed beneath the insanely licking tongue of Harry Sommers. Her head continued to flail like a broken puppet's and she ground her naked loins up into his lusting face and tongue as if she wished with every essence to consume it there. The tremendous billows of her gathering orgasm were rising, rising, rising, almost there, almost cresting… almost… almost.
Harry reached below his questing face then, with his right hand, and found the sweat and saliva slick opening of her anus. He teased it a moment with the nail, then inserted the tip of his middle finger inside the quivering, contracting nether ring. Then, almost brutally, he rammed the entire finger up to his palm into the smooth brown passage, wiggling it around inside as he did so to feel every ridge within the depths of this innocent young wife whom he had so completely in two days subjugated and turned into a wantonly writhing woman who gave just as much as she received. Jill screamed with the sudden pain, the sudden pain that almost at once became intense ecstasy, and then… and then she came!
Her legs jackknifed straight up into the air, became as rigid as in rigor mortis, and a thin, almost half-human wail erupted from her throat. Her hands in Harry's hair drew him still deeper into her wetly open loins as her cuntal secretions began to flow from her widespread vagina, inundating Harry's face and tongue with sweetness, flowing down along her tortured rectum with his finger still buried there to pool in fragrant stickiness on the rug beneath their obscenely locked bodies. She screamed again, and again, still cumming, cumming, cumming.
Then at last, her legs lost their rigidity and splayed out wide and fell heavily onto the carpet. Her head rolled to one side with her eyes wide open, and breath spewed raggedly from between her wetly parted lips. Harry lifted himself onto his knees, grinning down at her, the juices of her orgasm making his face and mouth glisten in the room's soft light.
"Well, my dear Jill?" he asked softly. "How did you like that?"
"Oh… oh God, Harry…" she managed hoarsely. "It… it was beautiful… " She was still floating and drifting, and her descent from the heights was far from being complete. The impact of her cumming was still strong on her brain.
"And what do you think of your initiation rite?" asked Harry, pleased in spite of his knowledge of his own prowess.
"I… I liked it!"
"I thought you would, baby," Harry said. "And this is only the beginning, you know, of the evening's festivities."
Only the beginning, Jill thought drowsily, satiatedly. Only the beginning. Yes, this evening was going to be one of the most significant in her life, for at its close the old Jill Parker would be dead and gone and long-buried… and the new Jill Parker would be forever inviolate.
Only the beginning.