Jill lay resting for a long while, luxuriating in the aftermath of her splendid cumming by the mouth of Harry Sommers, cradling his head on her lower belly and thinking how truly wonderful it was to be a free and emancipated woman. The room was silent around her for a time, and then there were stirrings here and there and some of the actors in this orgiastic play began to take new roles.
Jill watched as John Barnett crawled over to where Gay Sommers lay stretched out on her stomach, his glistening cock half-erect with newfound passion. He placed a hand on one of her smoothly curving buttocks and began to caress it tenderly. Gay turned her head, looking sleepily at him, and then smiled and rolled over. Barnett lay down beside her and began to kiss and lick one of her ripe, full breasts, while Gay toyed with his thickening cock to bring it into rigid erection once again.
Smiling as if with some secret inner peace, Jill observed the rekindling of their passions for a moment, then tenderly, she raised Harry's head from her belly and languidly gained her feet. She stood there for a brief time, swaying ever so slightly, looking down at the supine form of the man she loved, her husband Tom. He lay as if sleeping, his head turned to one side and his eyes closed, his right arm around the shoulders of the nakedly sensual Edie Prescott. Edie was curled into a tight little ball, like a contented kitten, her head resting on his hirsute chest and smiling a similar smile to that of Jill's. Tom's cum-glistening cock was cradled in the spent hammock of his testicles, and looked to the young wife as if it were a very fragile, very beautiful sculpture which had to be handled with the utmost of care, even though she pined for the angry hardness of it inside her belly and the intense pleasure it could give.
I love you, my darling Tom, she thought. I love you more than I love life itself and now we'll be together always. When we make love after this party reaches is culmination, it will be for both of us the finest hour of our lives.., but only the first of many, many such finest hours.
Jill touched him gently, tenderly, with her big toe and he opened his eyes and saw her and smiled with the same light of love which was in her eyes. His lips formed the words, "I love you", and then his eyes closed again. Jill, feeling tranquil and fulfilled, moved off toward the bathroom.
When she came out, Will Prescott was standing there with his thick, blue-veined cock at full erection. His features were split in a wide smile, and in his eyes was a smoldering fire.
"Hello, Jill Parker," he said softly, coming toward her across the bedroom carpet to stand inches away, the already lubricated head of his great cock almost but not quite touching the velveteen softness of her belly.
Her eyes lowered to the throbbing head of his cock as if drawn there by some unseen magnetism, and she moistened her lips.
"Hello, Will," she murmured, tightening the muscles of her chest so that her ruby tipped breasts were tautly upthrust on her proud, silken chest. She could feel the first tentative stirrings of a new arousal in her loins, and the tender walls of her cunt began to seep forth new secretions. Her nipples hardened into diamond chips, and she knew she wanted him, wanted Will Prescott and his big stiff penis.
Prescott reached out a careless, gentle hand and stroked one of her ripe young breasts with the tips of his fingers. She shivered. He traced a pattern from one breast to the other with his fingertips, then moved them down over her flat-planed stomach to the still damp triangle of her pubic mound. As he did so, he leaned slightly forward so that the unseeing eye in his cockhead was pressed firmly into the indentation of her navel. Again, she shuddered, more violently this time. Prescott's eyes never left her face; they seemed to glitter with some inner power like the eyes of a hypnotist's.
Jill's cunt had flowered wide with the juices of her renewed passion, and her eyes were locked irrevocably with Prescott's, making her a willing slave to his slightest whim. His outstretched middle finger was moving insinuatingly up and down the warm, wet furrow of her cunt now, slowly, slowly, stoking the fires in the young wife to blazing magnitude once again.
"Would you like to suck me, Jill?" Prescott asked very quietly, his finger moving slowly, his cock still pressed into her navel like a firebrand. "Would you like to take my hard, long cock inside your mouth and suck me and suck me and suck me until I cum?"
A third time Jill shuddered, much more violently now, and her mouth opened and she said, "Yes, Will, yes I'd like to suck you. Oh yes, Will, I would! I want to, Will! I want to suck your cock!"
Prescott smiled casually and put both hands then on her hips, drawing her down onto the soft carpeting at the foot of the bed. "Right here on the floor," he whispered. "Right here where we have plenty of room to stretch out."
Then they were kneeling on the rug, and Prescott leaned forward, still holding her hips in his hands, and kissed her. Her mouth opened and she accepted his tongue eagerly, sucking on it madly in a preview of what it would be like when she took his hotly throbbing cock between her lips. Prescott's breath began to spew jaggedly from his nostrils, and after a moment he broke the kiss and stretched out on his back with his legs spread wide and his huge throbbing cock standing straight up into the air from his hair-covered loins. Gently, he guided Jill to the kneeling position between his legs, his hands stroking her blonde hair, and she assumed the position he wished her to take. Her moist young mouth was poised above his trembling erection now, and her glazed eyes stared at the hardened shaft of male; flesh as if it was some incredibly beautiful monument almost too worthy of her attentions.
Her lips parted expectantly, her feasting mouth lowered, and her moistened tongue came into view. Her left hand came up to tenderly stroke his scrotum, heavy with his new load of cum. She massaged the base of his now gently jerking cock, encircled it in her hand… and suddenly her head darted down and her famished, moistly ovalled mouth seized what it wanted and needed so desperately, the only nourishment it cared about at that single, ecstatic moment.
Jill began to slowly suck his cock, running her tongue wetly around and around the warmly pulsating head. She teasingly put her tongue into the tiny open slit of the moist gland until she could feel it throbbing as if it had a life of its own and would gush forth at any second a great, never-ending fountain of creamy white cum.
Her head bobbed up and down slavishly over the tree-stump like shaft of flesh now, sucking harder, her tongue swirling faster, and Prescott's buttocks twisted wildly on the carpet. His hands tightened into fists in her silken tresses, pushing her head down hard over his gigantic column. Jill could feel its hot spongy head batter against the back of her throat, but she made no move to alleviate the intense ramming pressure there, ovalling her lips to suck maddeningly, striving to draw the very essence of his being out of the little hole at the end of his penis.
"Slower, Jill," Will commanded. "Suck slower and tease me."
And Jill complied. She took the lust-bloated cockhead between her sharp white teeth, began to nip at it tantalizingly while she swirled and flicked her tongue round and round the tiny seeping split in the tip. Prescott moaned ecstatically, levering his buttocks up off the rug and driving his hardness between her sucking lips and far back into her throat, almost gagging her. She sucked him voraciously for a long moment, her tongue like a fiery lash of pleasure-giving heat all around his rigid penis… and then she withdrew her wetly ovalled mouth completely from his cock. She found a sudden perverse pleasure in the anguished wail which escaped his lips, and she felt a new emotion enter her body and brain at that moment; it was one of power. This man was at her mercy, she knew that; she dictated the extent of his pleasure by how long she sucked him and how well. It was a giddy, dizzying kind of power and it served to heighten immeasurably her own churning, seething desires.
Her head dropped down again and her soft young lips closed over Will's virilely aroused cock once more, nibbling and licking the smooth rubbery head as she had before. She sucked him with growing expertise, reveling in the feel of his sperm-bloated testicles in her hands, his warm living cock in her hands and in her mouth… God, nothing had ever been this mind-blowingly free and good! She was awhirl inside, as if all the atoms of her being had split apart from one another and were tumbling and tossing in billowing heat within her erotically contorting body.
Then, tantalizingly, she ceased her fervent sucking of his cock, let it slide from her mouth, and drew back. She stared with lust-fevered eyes at the man who lay with twisted features and tightly closed eyes before her stared at the pulsating shaft which she held gripped in her small, moist hands.
"Come on, baby, come on… " Will pleaded. Slavishly, her head darted back to his upthrust organ and her butter-soft mouth closed over it as she kneaded and manipulated his balls. Her head began to move quickly up and down, her extended tongue licking his huge bulbous head, torturing the man who lay before her. She laved at Prescott's cock from base to tip; she licked and nibbled and sucked his semen-bloated testicles. She worked faster and faster around his palpitating thickness, as if compelled to increase her movements by some hidden marionette strings manipulating her actions.
Licking and sucking and kissing and teasing the huge cock in unabashed, mindless enchantment.
Almost asleep in a relaxed state of torpor, Tom felt warm, soft lips begin to move along his inner thigh and then a hot, wet tongue lick experimentally at the flaccid expanse of his cock. He opened his eyes, and saw the smiling, amused face of Edie Prescott.
"I thought that would wake you up," she said, caressing his balls with her hand. His cock stirred, began to come awake as he was now awake. "Would you like me to suck you again, Tom dear? I simply love to suck cock!"
"I can believe that, all right!" Tom grinned.
"Well?" Edie laughed.
"Sounds like a good idea.
"Oh no you don't, Tom!" said the voice of Harry Sommers who slithered across the rug to sit next to Edie. He was smiling hugely. "It's my turn to have Edie's talented lips work their wonder. She's going to suck my cock for awhile."
Edie looked at him eagerly. "Why, Harry dear, I didn't think you cared."
"Goddamned right I do! Look at my cock will you, Edie? It's fairly hammering for you."
She stared at his fully erect, purplish-headed penis and quivered deliciously. "So it is, Harry, so it is!"
"She's all yours, Harry." laughed Tom.
With a little crooning sound, her eyes shining brightly, Edie Prescott lowered her head and took Harry's turgid shaft between her ovalled lips.
Tom looked around the room, his own pulsating cock now restlessly erect. Damn, but the atmosphere of a party like this made a veritable satyr out of a man! He was just as horny now as he had been before Edie had blown him, and he had sucked her cunt. He saw John Barnett lying between the wide-splayed legs of Gay Sommers on the far side of the room, running his tongue hotly round and round her succulent little asshole while she mewled in rapture. He saw Beth Wellington, incredibly enough, lying in the embrace of the redheaded Laura Barnett, their tongues sliding in and out of one another's mouths as they masturbated one another with slender, feverish fingers, while George Wellington watched.
He didn't see his wife Jill, and he didn't see Will Prescott.
Frowning slightly, Tom got shakily to his feet. His eyes lingered on the two women embracing one another, and the lascivious sight of their lesbianistic actions caused his long rigid penis to throb with increasing intensity. Then, wondering where Jill had gotten off to, he wandered toward the door between the two rooms.
He heard the hot, moaning sounds of ecstasy coming from the bedroom as soon as he stepped through the door.
"Holy Jesus Christ!" he whispered softly.
What he saw made his eyes bulge wide in shocked disbelief, and at the same time made his painfully throbbing cock grow to its fullest trembling erectness. A sharp pain of overwhelming lust shot through his groin and into his belly, and his testicles began to pound with the need for imminent release.
It was Jill, his sweet lovely wife, Jill, and she was kneeling there on the rug, her softly ovalled mouth sucking off Will Prescott with obvious eagerness.
He stared in carnal fascination at his wife's swirling head and extended tongue as she licked Will's saliva-glistening penis. As he watched, her warm wet lips closed over Prescott's long palpitating cock and sucked slavishly at it for a long moment, then released it teasingly… only to repeat the process again and again. The room was filled with lewd wet sucking sounds and there were pools of saliva on Will's loins from his wife's hotly drooling desire.
The more he stared in lewd fascination at the lascivious sight before his bulging eyes, the more intensely aroused Tom became. And then his gaze locked on the sensuously undulating moons of his wife's tender young buttocks, at the puckered brown anus flexing and unflexing so tantalizingly there, at the moistly secreting, hair-fringed furrow of her cunt nestled between her convulsing thighs as she sucked hungrily at this virtual stranger's cock. He stared at them, those smoothly rounded buttocks of the woman who was bonded to him in marriage… the asshole and the cunt of that subserviently kneeling woman… and suddenly he knew that he had to join in this carnal scene. He had to fuck her! Yes, yes, that was it! He had to fuck her in her hot little cunt, while he shoved his finger all the way up her asshole!
Up and down Jill's head flashed with crazed speed, savoring the fleshy rod of desire which she held gripped in her hot hands. She couldn't get enough of it.. if she could take it all the way into her belly she would have. Never had anything been this wildly inflaming to her senses.
"Jill, do you hear me?" a voice suddenly said behind her. "Do you hear me? This is Tom, this is your husband Tom. I'm going to fuck you, Jill! I'm going to fuck your cunt while you're sucking Will. I'm going to fuck your cunt and shove my finger all the way up into your asshole! Do you hear me, Jill?"
Jill began to tremble with still more lust-fire, for the very concept of her husband being present inside her sex-crazed body with his penis and his finger at the same moment she was sucking Will Prescott's cock was unbearably exciting. She drew back from Will's loins, turning her head.
"Yes!" she moaned almost incoherently. "Yes, my darling Tom, fuck me, fuck me! Fuck my cunt while you finger my asshole! Do me, Tom my sweet love, do me, fuck me, make me cum like I've never cum before!"
With a groan of sheer animal lust, Tom stepped forward and Jill felt his hard, muscled hands draw the quivering moons of her upthrust ass cheeks wide apart. He knelt behind her, lowering his head to briefly kiss each perfect globe, and then his feverish cock was being drawn along her passion-drenched furrow and poised at the entrance to her wildly quivering vagina. She moaned and mewled, endeavoring to lunge back against his throbbing masculinity, but he restrained her; it was his moment of power, his choice as to the time he would take her.
He used his index finger to toy at the winking nether ring of her puckered brown anus, stretching the elastic opening wide and wiggling the fingertip just a little way inside. She mewled again, and then he sank it to the first knuckle almost brutally, at the same time inserting just the palpitating head of his swollen penis between her velvet soft, eagerly trembling cuntal lips. She wailed and moaned, begging him with babbling, childlike words to fuck her, fuck her, fuck her.
And suddenly, with a cry of agonized pleasure, Tom did just that.
He fucked her… his finger and his cock were rammed forward savagely at the exact same instant, his finger soaring to the palm in the warm, brown, forbidden depths of her fightly puckered anus and his great rod of palpitating flesh thundering to its hilt in the sweet, hot channel of her tight young cunt. Pain and pleasure, rolling in one billowing cloud throughout her naked body, made Jill cry out in beautiful agony at this magnificent assault upon her defenseless loins by the man she loved.
"Aaaaajiiiieeeeee aaaaahhhhhhhh hhhhhh!"
She began to roll and fling her buttocks back against the two parallel shafts, feeling them deep in her belly and in her bowels. Then, with a frenzy unsurpassed by any other, she returned to the task of sucking orgasm from Will Prescott's demanding cock. Will turned his body convulsively toward her, sensing the urgency, the great driving need, in the lust-fevered young wife and wanting to release his own huge buildup of semen.
Around and around the monstrous sword of hot flesh Jill swirled her maddening tongue as Tom triumphantly fucked into her with long, looping strokes of his lust-swollen cock. His finger ramming into her rectal passage was savage, as if it were seeking vengeance on her anus for some inexplicable misdeed. She was crooning and gurgling like a woman gone totally and irrevocably insane as she licked and sucked Prescott's thick cock, as she heaved with impossible gyrations and rotations back against her husband's invading finger and penis.
Soon now, soon now, she thought mindlessly, soullessly, beatifically. Soon they would both cum inside her, spewing their loads of hot white sticky seed into her belly and throat, consuming her, drowning her in the most wondrous liquid of all… Ooooooh, God, she never dreamed anything could be like this!
Behind her, Tom was being driven progressively wilder by the lascivious sight of his beauteous young wife suckling Will's quivering masculine member. His burrowing strokes were taking on sadistic proportions into her cunt, and his finger was like a white-hot poker in the recesses of her bowels. His balls smacked with machine-gun rapidity against her sweating, well-lubricated furrow as he flexed and hammered his loins against his wife's swirling ass cheeks. He began to chant almost incoherently, "Got to fuck you harder, got to fuck you harder, got to fuck you harder.
"Yes, yes, yesssssss!" Jill cried crazily. "Fuck me harder, my sweet, fuck me harder so you can cum and I can cum and Will can cum!"
Prescott's hands came up in a convulsive grasp and his fingers curled in Jill's flaying hair. He began to rotate her head with its fiery tongue from side to side across the burning head of his cock, and then he reached down to grasp and squeeze her ripely swinging breasts as he raised the upper portion of his body reflexively off the carpet, his eyes glazed with his impending climax.
"Oh Jesus, I'm almost there!" he howled. "I'm almost ready to blow my wad! Oh suck me, succkkkkk meeeeee!"
Tom drew his rigid monster out just a little from his wife's palpitating cuntal slit, watching with lust-bated breath as the wet glistening base appeared before his eyes. He moaned as he saw the glans still sunk between the wide, tight-stretched oval opening, and then thrust harshly forward again, his breath feverishly expelling from his contracting lungs like the breath of some satyr-like beast on Jill's tingling, hollowed back. A gasp of total abandoned lust rendered from his throat, and he began sawing insanely in and out of her warmly clasping channel once more, while his finger thudded into her rectum in time to the pistonings of his wildly throbbing cock.
And Jill buffeted back against this invader like a rutting bitch dog in heat, harder and faster, harder and faster as her tongue licked columns of swelling heat across the huge cock in her grasp. Her fingers were convulsive talons of fire splayed on Will's balls as she bent his swelling rod to her face, and her breasts were as swollen in Prescott's fingers as were his testicles.
Cum, she begged them, all of them. Cum, my darlings, all of you, cumcumcumcumcumcum mmmmmmmmmmmm!
Suddenly then, as if they had somehow heard and understood her mute, salacious plea, they came. Oh God, how they came!
Prescott was the first, arching his naked buttocks high off the carpet, his fingers digging into the spongy softness of her breasts as if he wished to mold them into some sculpture for his future amusement. "Oh God, oh God, I'm cummmmmmmmiiiinnggggggggg..
Then his cock in Jill's grasping fingers began to jerk out of control, spewing forth great geysers of his hot molten cum, flooding Jill's mouth and throat with the bittersweet liquid. She tried to catch and swallow as much of the fluid as she could, her brain dancing crazily with the joy of the moment.
The sight of Will Prescott emptying his scrotum of seed into his wife's hungrily swallowing mouth was all that Tom needed to set off his own crashing orgasm. He gave one almost superhuman thrust into her tightly elastic cunt, shoving his finger as far as it would go in her ecstatically squirming rectum, and then his cock was ejaculating as well. a swirling, roaring inferno of cum that filled Jill's cunt to overflowing. He watched it roll out around his wildly cumming cock to flow down along the dampened furrow of her pussy and along the backs of her thighs to pool on the carpet, and he continued to pump into her with prodigious power as she endeavored to milk his balls of every last droplet of the precious liquid with fantastic contortions of her buffeting hips.
Cum, oh cocks, cum,' cum, cum! thought Jill blissfully insane with lustful delight as she swallowed the last vestiges of Will Prescott's semen. Cum and never stop, make me cum, hurry oh cocks, I can feel it building, building… there! There it is! I'm cumming, too, aaaaaaaagggggghhhhhhhh!
Her orgasm lifted the very essence of Jill Parker free from the earthly confines of her body, sent her on a journey of such indescribable wonder that she screamed like a woman dying and never knew it, screamed and screamed and screamed as their cocks volcanoed the final dregs of their seed into her and onto her and out of all her bodily orifices, covered her and filled her with that which she had come to love and want more than any single thing in the whole wide wonderful universe.
Jill was rendered completely unconscious by the magnitude of this orgasm and she collapsed across the body of Will Prescott when the final height had been attained. She was completely unaware when Tom, in unutterable thankfulness, lowered his head and tenderly lovingly, kissed her pink, sperm covered lips moments later.
The remainder of that night, and well into the wee hours of the new day, the five couples at the party performed every conceivable act of physical lust – by twos and threes and fours, and more. It was a raging bacchanal, an orgy of impossibly mind-blowing proportions that left all of them completely exhausted, physically and mentally drained of all desires and emotions.
For Jill, however, nothing she subsequently did after awakening quite reached that immeasurably beautiful experience she had had with Will Prescott and with her husband, the man she now knew she truly loved, would always love. The man for whom all the pain and torment of her past life was small payment to win. The man, she knew, that was her life.