Sam's black cock was burning between Dee's thighs, pressed up against her pussy. She was playing with Ray's balls, upping his hard cock. The man was straddled over her so she had freedom to give him a good blowjob. Dee's hips rolled and Sam's prick was tugged between tight, gripping thighs.
The cunt Ray was going down on as he stood above Dee's head, was writhing in ecstasy.
Dee's mouth opened further and sucked in a good portion of hard prick. At the same time her thighs parted, to invite Sam's cock to fuck her tight pussy.
The Negro's cock ran along her cuntlips. She gulped even more savagely on Ray's cock, tonguing the head. The fleshy shaft was moist with the first wetness of cum.
The woman Ray was sucking off cried out in orgasm.
Dee could see little, but her nerves sensed everything going on in the room – the gasping of others in group sex-plays; Connie's laughter in same kind of sensual joy; panting, sobs, giggling mixed with slapping sounds. It all excited Dee.
Then Sam's big, black cock slowly slid into her wet pussy and she sucked violently on Ray's prick.
That's when Dee heard a muffled scream of horror. At first she couldn't understand how anybody could have such a fantastic climax, then recognized it as a cry coming from her sister's throat.
Alice was sitting up, screaming in shock. She had covered her mouth with a trembling hand.
Dazed, feeling she was in some hellish den of perverts, her eyes darted from one mass of churning bodies to another, stunned by the sights.
Across the room her brother was straddled over a woman, his hips churning between her widely parted thighs.
Dee was under two men, sucking one's cock, while being screwed by a black shaft. Her sister's legs were locked passionately about a big, muscular form. The man Dee sucked was going down on another woman, his arms hugging her trembling, tormented body.
To Alice's right a man was slowly withdrawing his long cock from a tall, beautifully shaped Negro woman who sat on the love-stuffed chair, her hips resting on its edge.
Two forms were in the far corner, locked in a sixty-nine position.
This was a sick orgy scene from some sex-book – but disgustingly real. Alice looked back to the man who had withdrawn from the black girl, his cock half limp, but still erect and glistening.
Alice felt her gut suck convulsively. She rushed for the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. She reached the toilet bowl in time to vomit.
Shaking, sweat drenching her naked form, Alice trembled helplessly. It was some time before the nausea passed, only to be replaced by emotional shock as a memory of what had happened to her before she passed out returned.
She staggered backwards, leaning against the wall, shivering, and her eyes wide, glazed and almost sightless.
"God, oh, God, what have I done?" she moaned, unaware of the bathroom door opening.
A tall, attractive, muscled man stepped in, then hardly noticing her, positioned himself in front of the toilet, and began, to piss in it.
"Some party! Who knocked you out? You've been bombed from the scene for hours!" The man faced Alice. "What's wrong? You act like you haven't ever seen a man's cock!"
An ugly, anguished sound uttered from Alice's throat as he neared her, hands positioned on either side of her head. His hairy chest touched her nipples, causing immediate, unwanted pleasure to surge.
"Say, you're something wild!" He pressed her against the wall. His limp cock was between her thighs, the head meaty. His hips rubbed against Alice.
"Please!" she pleaded, still dazed, aware she didn't have the strength to fight. He could rape her, and it really wouldn't matter.
His cock twitched and his lips touched Alice's, parting. She pressed her hands against his stomach in an effort to push him away, but only hard muscles rippled under her fingers. The man was already beginning to swell up hard.
"Come on, all's fair in this kind of party! Every gal and girl takes what comes," he urged.
The man slipped an arm about Alice's waist and reached down to press her ass-cheeks. He'd moved so his cock was lifted up, the large crown against her navel. His hips slid back and forth, his balls and shaft brushing Alice in the most erotic and intimate manner. She remembered what Connie had done to her and that brought her resistance to a stop as the man's lips covered hers. Alice's mouth opened to the tongue that probed for entrance. Cocks were better than pussies.
Alice's head was still spinning from the drinks and drugs the two girls had given her. She didn't care about anything but escaping all thought.
Swimming in a sudden erotic awareness of the man's hardness, aware that he'd gotten that way from contact with her, because of her sexuality, Alice melted against his muscular shape.
Suddenly he was lifting her by the hips his thrilling cock dragging down until it was sliding along her pussy lips, then below.
"No! Please!" Alice cried, now horrified by the very real erotic hunger screaming to feel his shaft inside her.
The man pulled Alice down until the tip of his cock played almost at the entrance to her cunt. "No!" But she shivered in hot desire.
Alice squirmed, wrapping her legs about his body in order to brace herself so it would be possible to hit him. But immediately she realized the mistake and at the same time wondered at her real motives. She'd read enough to know exactly what to expect. She knew how to make it easier for a man to penetrate.
The big head, hard, though covered with hot, soft flesh, found the entrance to her pussy and he dragged Alice farther down.
She screamed, then, struggled, and went into a voluptuous fit as his long, hard cock pressed its way into her pussy, like a short, hot sword into a tight sheath. The blood rushed to Alice's head, almost causing her to faint at the pleasure of the very live, thick male cock totally buried in her moist flesh.
"No!" she moaned, but now clutching hungrily with her legs about that mannish form, aware this was better than anything she'd ever experienced before – less perverse than lesbian sex, more normal than finger screwing.
Oh, Frank, Frank, her mind cried, as the man's hips moved back, drawing the big thing part wry out, then surging forward to penetrate deeper.
Alice's back was pressed against the bathroom wall, supported there. Strong hands clutched under her ass, squeezing with every perversely delicious penetration.
She squirmed, experiencing sensations so erotic that it was impossible to resist the pleasure.
Alice was now totally lost in the sensation of the man's cock jerking rapidly in and out of her gripping cunt. She didn't think about Frank or Connie or Dee. She only knew that her body was resounding with such force that it actually loved the pleasure that hard cock produced.
Experienced only through reading, Alice found herself experimenting, trying to twist on the wonderful hot rod now ramming in and out, pulsing, alive, real, human, all male animal flesh. But it was impossible to do more than jerk her hips from side to side. Finally she stopped and merely let the man have his lustfully beautiful way in her tortured cunt, now burning from the stimulating piston moving in and out. She was sobbing, licking her lips and panting in passion.
"You beast!" she cursed and he rammed savagely so deep, it felt as if he had thrust through her to the wall. "Bastard!"
The next penetration, even more brutal, rammed into her. Alice shuddered, her body going rigid, her legs clutching in spasms about that form and ecstasy shuddering through every nerve and fiber.
The man's cock twitched violently, bigger than before. Then his cum shot up her cunt. The shaft penetrated totally as she felt a second spasm, then a third.
Alice almost blacked-out. Then she was alone, on the floor, back against the wall, her legs spread wide.
Shattered by what had happened, Alice looked around the bathroom and spotted a robe hung on the door.
Like a zombie, she took the robe, gathered it around her body and then stepped out of the bathroom. Blind to everything, Alice stepped through the living room, in which men and women were involved in exotic sexual positions. She wanted to die. She opened the front door and stepped outside into the night.
Inside, two girls were sexing Bill at once.
Sandy, a pixie redhead with a tight cunt and small breasts, had his cock buried in her sucking mouth.
Gloria, an almost heavy-set, dark-haired woman in her twenties, with huge, over-size boobs, was thrusting her cunt up against his mouth, grinding at him.
Gloria's legs suddenly trembled voluptuously. Spread wide, her thigh, big thighs were still hot on his cheeks. Sandy slid her lips up and down on the hard cock pulsing with pleasure.
For a couple of hours the party had been slowly developing into the present orgasmically exciting situation. Conversation had been light until somebody got naked. Then sex dominated the very air they all breathed. Some of the couples had done single acts, a couple of sex-shows that were acted out for others to watch. It had been something to see big Sam smacking his cock into Gloria's roomy pussy; even better when Sandy got a screw-job from the big guy, gasping almost in anguish as his cock moved her to fits of pleasure. She had a tight pussy and Sam had to french it a lot in order to fuck that small hole.
She actually screamed at first penetration, wrapping her legs about the black body assaulting her flesh.
The sight of such erotic sex-acts had moved Bill to a point where his own groin began tingling with raw, lustful need.
"What a dick!" Sandy exclaimed after releasing him long enough to catch her breath. Then her warm lips folded about the puffy cock, closing and opening on it, pinching the soft flesh about the tip where his jizz would finally spill out. Her tongue pressed the crown as her moist lips sucked in a full inch of his meat, making a slurping sound. She gripped Bill's thighs, her fingernails cutting into the muscular flesh as Sandy's lips sucked another inch of cock, pressing the head up against the roof of her mouth. Her tongue wiggled on his foreskin and she nibbled on the hard shaft.
Bill's tongue moved erotically along Gloria's wet cuntlips. Her hips writhed as she cried, "Oh, God!"
A voice, which sounded like Joe's, asked from nearby, "Want something big?"
"Yes, yes!" Gloria sobbed.
Bill glanced up to see a large, bulky male form move towards Gloria's head. The man squatted above the woman's face. Gloria reached up with greedy hands for the limp cock. She mouthed the end and Bill felt a stab of erotic pleasure at the sight of the cock being pulled between hungry, large lips.
He watched for a moment, doing nothing, aware of Sandy's tongue wriggling on his own prick, her lips gliding up and down the swollen, slippery shaft. His cock grew large and thick as Gloria sucked on its end, then he squatted down further, letting his bulky prick penetrate deeper into the woman's now widely parted lips which quickly clamped about it when she'd engulfed as much as possible.
Bill almost came at the sight. Then, closing his eyes, he started licking Gloria's swollen cunt in rapid movements. His hands slid up her stomach and into the big boobs. The nipples were hard points that pumped under his palms. When Bill's tongue entered her cunt, her hips arched up, smothering pussy hairs into his face. He flicked against the woman's clit, moving his tongue quickly back and forth against it.
She moaned. Bill saw Joe's cock jerk upwards, free of the woman's lips. She shuddered in wild climax.
At the same time; Sandy dragged Bill's cock to the back of her throat and began rhythmically sucking until his cock rippled in a muscular spasm. He was near coming.
Gloria fell back, exhausted from her climax. Joe cursed, "Now what?" At that point Bill's cock jerked in Sandy's mouth. The woman's constricting throat moved in rhythm to the spurts of fountaining cum shooting into it.
As Bill slowly, painfully withdrew, she moaned, anguished, "Wanna cock!"
Joe laughed, delighted, charging like a bull to where she lay behind Bill, his cock large and rock-hard.
"You got one!" the man announced, and the long, sighing moan of pleasure indicated that Sandy's pussy had just accepted a long, hard erect prick.
Disgusted, his cock still tingling from the blowjob, Bill looked around, then at Gloria, realizing the woman was bombed. Standing, Bill anxiously searched the room for something that might be good to sex around with.
Then he spotted Paula, finally alone. All evening he'd been trying to get some of her black pussy. Most of all, he couldn't wait to be sucked off by her thick, black lips. The woman was fantastically beautiful for a Negro. Because of that, she'd been able to pick from eager young studs anxious to try her out.
She was sitting on a softly padded, low chair. Her black flesh, wide shoulders, cone-shaped, perfectly formed tits, Afro hair, wide angular hips and firm, full thighs made it easy to understand why she was popular as a tile model and go-go, topless dancer.
He stepped over to Paula, and asked, "What happened? Why are you alone?"
Paula was about [missing text], but her face looked wise and matured.
"I just got all juiced-up with Vein's cock. I think he's been sucked dry."
Her eyes clung to Bill's groin, then she reached out to touch him. "Can it go?"
"Try."
Her black flesh was flawless and erotically beautiful.
"Something different?" Paula inquired.
"You're as bad as Dee." Bill longed to have her blow him.
"Hardly, a little more experienced," Paula announced standing.
She was a little taller than Bill and, as they embraced, Paula's right leg lifted. He slipped a hand under it.
As their mouths closed in a tongue-kiss, Bill felt her pussy hairs slowly rubbing over his stomach, touching his almost erect cock.
The way Paula kissed, it seemed as if her greatest desire was to suck a man's tongue out. Those huge, cushiony lips thrilled him.
Bill was rock-hard when their kiss broke. They were breathing hard and Paula's hand was starting to glide his cock into her, when a woman's voice said, "Why can't we do something really wild!"
Immediately Paula released Bill's cock, and pulled away from him. "What? Daisy chain?" she asked.
There were several agreeable sounds in answer. Dee cried, "Say that would be great!"
Connie laughed. "I have the best idea – bisexual chain."
"Hell," Bill muttered, grabbing Paula's hand, urging her away. They were in the hall when she stopped him. "Come on," he pleaded, pressing his hand against her hairy pussy. Paula's eyes were bright, looking over his shoulder at the others in the living room.
"I dig you!" he said, inserting a finger into her cunt.
Paula brushed his hand away with an angry movement.
"Sure, but that sounds interesting." Furious, Bill said, "Let's do a sixty-nine!" He was desperate to have her large lips cupping over his cock. It would be a real wild experience. But he was horrified by the idea of a bisexual daisy chain.
"Little boy, I can suck any time I want!" Paula looked down at his limp shaft. "You ain't even hard."
"It'll get big as hell in your mouth!" he promised, almost trembling with desire and fear. Her fingers flicked the tip of Bill's shaft.
"Honey, some other time."
When Paula started to move around him. Bill blocked her. "I don't dig the fagging scene."
"What's wrong, afraid you might like it? What's the difference between a woman's mouth and a man's?" she taunted, grinning.
"Shit!" Bill cursed. "Fuck you!"
"Later… maybe, if you're man enough!" Dee cried out in pleasure.
"Count me out!" a man said.
It sounded like Ray. "Come on, don't be a fag!" Connie laughed.
"That's just it, I'm not!"
Connie called to Bill, "How about it… maybe something more wild? Just blow out the last of the lights, and grab… get on the floor and have sex happening? How about it, kids?"
There was a mutter of agreement and one hesitant, "Okay."
"Great!" Dee cried.
Bill's brain was a little fuzzy from the exchange with Paula. God, he wanted her black body. He reached for her pussy, fingering it, but the woman pushed him away.
"Just wait… I like the idea of lights out!" she said.
Somebody turned on rock music, blaring loud, then the curtains were pulled over the closed shades, and the room was dark.
"Okay, everybody just grab at it!" a voice invited. It sounded like Connie, but Bill wasn't sure.
He reached out and felt Paula's perfectly shaped fanny.
Then that melted away. Like a blind man, he moved toward the center of the room and found a body, which turned to embrace him. Their lips met before Bill felt a cock pressing on his.
Both shoved back. Neither made a sound. A strange, sick sensation rushed through Bill as he grabbed blindly and came in contact with a tit. It was impossible to tell whose. It didn't matter.
Then everybody was lowering to the floor, groping hands reaching out, finding naked, hot flesh.
"Gee!" somebody cried.
A moan sounded, followed in the opposite direction by heavy, fast panting.
A male voice shouted in pleasure. Bill had found parted thighs and was about to lower between them when hands grabbed his cock, caressing, tugging on it, making it quickly hard. He buried his face into a pussy he'd been ready to fuck and worked his tongue up along a flat stomach.
When he came to a nipple, it hardened. Sensual hands were still using his prick with delicious care.
Breasts lifted. Then the sound of feasting lips announced that the woman had a hard in her mouth.
Crap, Bill thought, rolling away and reaching for the form caressing his cock.
As he did so, his ass nudged a muscular thigh. A quick spasm jerked through Bill's cock.
Desperately he reached out and found a pussy. His finger thrust into the moist hole that sucked him in.
The hands, which had been lovingly working on his cock, slid away and were replaced by sucking lips, but they released their hold. A moment later he felt soft, feminine flesh slide on top of his body. Then he began frenching the woman's mouth. They rolled over, until he was topping her. Those lips felt like Paula's.
Thighs wrapped about Bill's body as eager pussy lifted to rub flush against his hard cock.
Bracing himself, Bill let the woman lead, bugged by the fact it was almost impossible to be sure who she was. If it was Paula.
The hairs of her pussy moved jinglingly under his cock, the hot, moist flesh of extended cuntlips thrillingly caressing him. Then suddenly he felt a hot cunt, wet and wigging on his cock. The legs wrapped about Bill's body remained relaxed, silently instructing him to wait before shoving in.
The woman circled sensually on the top of his prick, working its thick flesh around and around the entrance to that inviting sheath. She moaned. His hand touched her hair, and he knew it wasn't Paula.
Somebody shouted, "Oh, piss!" Another laughed.
A couple almost touching Bill and the woman he was all but screwing made wild, lustful sounds.
The sounds and odor of sex all around were driving Bill beyond control. The woman's legs started tensing. It wouldn't be long before she arched up.
The woman's arms flew about him as her legs locked tight. He shoved deep into a creamy, smooth, hot pussy, which pressed about the cock invading the heavenly hole.
When Bill tried to withdraw to make another penetration, the woman gripped him like a vise, her big tits smashing to his chest, pumping.
"It's good," she whispered. "So, so good!"
Grinning, Bill realized it was one of the girls who had crashed the party.
Names didn't matter under these circumstances. She was hot pussy to fuck, nothing more.
The walls of the woman's cunt seemed to contract and relax about his cock. It was something he'd never experienced in quite the same way before. Immediately he realized it must be one of the friends Paula had brought. He pictured the heavy-breasted, Latin stripper.
"I'll come!" he warned.
"No… no you won't!" the woman pleaded.
Her legs released slightly and he lifted part way out while her cunt continued its rhythmic contractions. It was like being held by fingers and at the same time embraced in hot cunt.
The woman's legs tightened, drawing him quickly into the skilled cock-sheath.
"Good, so good," she murmured. Then all at once her legs relaxed about his waist, giving freedom to jerk in and out of her gripping pussy.
But the woman, commanded the movement. She managed nicely timed little circles on his shaft as her cunt kept up the rapid squeezing.
Then, all at once, Bill's cock began rippling in a series of spasms. The woman groaned and surged up, her legs gripping him and her hips almost vibrating with such skill that Bill's orgasmic spasms continued even after having emptied himself into the moist, sucking hole.
The woman slowly relaxed, seeming to melt away. As he withdrew, the end of Bill's cock was arching with sensitive pain.
Bill's was bathed in sweat, his muscles shaking in the exhaustion of his climax. The woman had been wild. Bill sat on the floor, listening to the moaning, sobbing voices, the smacking of bodies hitting together. It was some time before somebody turned on the lights. He was still sitting there, legs stretched out, limp cock dangling, and his body beginning to regain some of its strength.
Only one couple was still at it, locked in a sixty-nine position. It was Paula and Ray. As the man suddenly came, her throat contracted in quick, gulping spasms. When Ray lifted out, he fell face down on the floor. Paula sat up and stared around her.
Everybody else was in a state of half-consciousness, lying in awkward positions on the floor.
Paula's eyes met Bill's and a slow smile formed on her large, glistening dark lips.
It was an open invitation.
"Didn't he give you enough?" Bill inquired, unnerved by the desire to have her blow him or his doubts about his ability to respond.
A delirious expression shivered over Paula's face. "I can always swallow more – if you're man enough!"
The challenge was enough to spark Bill's pride. He looked forward to the experience of being sucked by her thick, black lips.
Standing, he swayed, then walked toward Paula, who lay back down on the floor, submissively waiting.
"You sure that prick has enough juice to make it good?" Paula asked as he straddled her black face.
"If you're any good!" Bill countered, leaning over the woman's wide hips.
"I'm good," she announced, her hands slipping along his thighs. She embraced Bill's ass, drawing him down. Then her large, padded lips folded about the end of his cock. They were the most sensually erotic, moist cushions he'd ever felt. Then Bill's mouth opened over her darkly matted pussy, his tongue touching the curly hairs.