Louise and her husband looked at Andrew, utterly relaxed in exhaustion athwart the bed. Even in the defeat of fuck, he presented a pleasing sight as he lay there, sunburned and sinuous. But there was no longer any virility in him.
And they were roused, both of them, to the point where the plea for release was imploringly strong within them.
Louise's nipples were rigid brown nuts of desire, so hard that they puckered the brown areola out of which they swelled, hard and insistent, as the scrotum puckers in fuck. Hector's erected penis was again a throbbing monument of lust.
"My God!" he murmured. "I want you again, my beloved, more than I can contain…"
"And I you," she whispered hotly into his mouth. "I want your prick in me, Hector. I want to be swollen inside my womb with the volume of your come in me. Christ, I'm on fire inside, I swear to you. What a cock this Andrew has on him! What havoc he wreaks with it! Take me, Hector! Fuck me, I implore you! Slit me open from ass to cunt! Still this fucking desire that wracks me, quench it now and forever!"
Wildly, she reached for her husband's prick. Ignoring Andrew's prostrate, sweat-drenched body, she arched back over the bed. Writhing in her agony, she drew Hector's rod into her parted thighs and then, by some magic of contortion, slid down till it had left a wet trail right up her belly and between her come-bespattered titties and into her mouth. Getting it there, up to her snaking tongue, she received the salty taste of both her lovers, the sperm of one and the pre-coital juices of the other. And so she persisted, wriggling out of Hector's tight embrace again until she presented her opened, twitching twat to the penis once more. And so again. And again, running the length of her alabaster stomach against the agonized pleasure-pain of the tip of Hector's cock.
He could bear it no longer. Either he submitted to this orgiastic massage and left his wife unsatisfied, or he took part in the thing himself. Thus, when she next slid out of the clutching of his thighs, Hector rolled from on top of her, still ignoring the prostrate body of Andrew, groaning in memory beneath both of them.
"Give me this cunt!" he cried, inserting a thumb till it disappeared up to his wrist into the slavering, wet orifice. He quivered as he felt Louise's uninhibited reaction to the thing her twat had now captured. Furiously he slid his thumb into and out of her cunt, and Louise, surrendering completely to the ministrations of his hand, reached for the well remembered contours of Hector's penis with her own eager fingers.
Hector swiveled to kneel across his wife, now a maddened hex of a woman lying beneath him and at his side. Not for a moment did he cease tossing her off, gazing in sex-crazed gluttony at the sheer personality of the cunt in which his hand was frigging away. Louise, in her turn, frigged furiously away, to and fro, at the penis she was clutching… Great beads of spunk were hurled over the bed in their mutual masturbation. Hector's prick was shedding droplets of spunk. Louise, in her turn, was spilling frothy spume from the wetted hairs between her grinding, thrashing thighs. Her cunt, a thing in its own right, an entity, was actually reaching out to his ministering fingers, literally fucking away on its own. Her matted hair gleamed hotly beneath its foamy, flecked covering. And as she gave herself up to the agony of her orgasm, she felt the thicker, hotter spurts of Hector's semen jetting all over her palm.
Agonized, she, sought to deflect his ejaculation so that it might drench her body. One or two spurts jetted toward her face and, avidly, she licked at them, feeling herself being torn in two at the same time, with her clitoris seeking to burst out of its membranous container in the agony of her climax. She howled obscenities into the still of the room, seeming to spring out of her own loins at Hector's fingers, seeking to contain them or rip them from his hands so that her eager vagina could possess them completely, never to relinquish them. Her belly, her mammaries, her throat – all the splendid surf aces or her body were now covered by a foment of semen, and still she was tossing the final drops of Hector's discharge from the throbbing, painful, unendurable tip of his tool. In her agony, she suddenly wrenched free and took that prick into her mouth, seeking to suck what she could no longer cajole with her electric fingers from its rigid, swollen length.
Between husband and wife, it was the masturbatory coming of all time. Never had they been so stimulated before copulation. Never had their stimulation achieved so mighty or so perfect a response. The events of the past few days were so strong in their memory that they drowned out all thoughts of anything else save sex, come, fuck, cunt, cock, steaming sperm! Randy, swollen and satiated beyond human endurance, beyond capacity any longer to give or to receive satisfaction, all three of them lay there fuck-replete, cunt-gorged and even sick with sex!
Should somebody have come into that room then and seen them, it would have shocked them! Louise, sprawled naked and obscene, lay with her limbs lasciviously hurled in every direction, her thighs spread-eagled to maximum parting as if, in unconsciousness, she was seeking deliberately to cool off that gaping cylinder of bitch-heat within her loins. Her mammaries alone were magnificent, shining beneath their layer of male juices. Hector reclined, red-pricked from masturbation, his fiery penis now down to half its full size as his erection subsided. One hand lay across Andrew's body, cupping the spent, flaccid mass of prick and balls, yet feeling nothing of that once magnificent engine of destruction. Andrew sprawled idly, not feeling the weight of two bodies lying inert and weighty, across his own body. Just three human corpses, inert in the totality of collapse.
It was in this state that, hours later, in the advancing darkness of evening, Claudine found them. Each stirred as she came into the room. She switched on the light and drew up short, startled at the sight that met her eyes.
"My God!" she exclaimed as she took in the scene. "This? This I never expected to see! For heaven's sake!"
"Claudine?" said Hector, recovering consciousness. "What – I – what time is it?"
Claudine threw back her handsome head, overcome with merriment.
"Time?" she echoed. "Oh that I'd live to see this day! What possible concern can time be to any of you? God, you should just see yourselves. For a minute I thought you'd all died there – just corpses on my bed!"
One by one, the three naked figures struggled to a sitting position. Andrew was the last to stir, waiting till the others rolled off his prostrate body. He drew up his legs and sat, cross-legged, clasping his hands over his shins.
"I bet we don't look too good," he grinned. "But hell, it was worth it!"
Claudine, overcome by laughing, subsided weakly into a chair. Finally, she spoke.
"I drove by and noticed all the lights were off, so I wondered if you'd left already. What puzzled me was that your car was still here. So I came in to see, and look what I find!"
"You certainly caught us," confessed Louise, lovely beyond description in her nudity, and completely uninhibited about it. "But darling, it's all been so monumentally worth it!"
Claudine, quite fascinated now by the trio of naked bodies in whose midst she had suddenly intruded, said: "Tell all!"
"Nothing to tell," said Hector, "that you don't know. You know why we're here. We came to discover something. We discovered it, like we did with you. Remember? That's all there is to it."
"And brother, could I use a steak! Right now," breathed Andrew fervently.
"But how many times, for God's sake?" persisted Claudine, unwilling to gloss over so lightly the details she was waiting to hear.
"Couldn't say," said Andrew, ruefully tousling his hair. "Once? Twice? More, maybe. Who knows. On a day like this, it isn't the number of times that counts. It's the strength of the shots that tells on you. Oil, man, that steak!"
"I'm hungry, too," confessed Claudine. "Mind if I come along with you? I'll change quickly."
"Why don't you?" Louise chimed in. "Surely, with us all like this, you won't want us to clear out while you dress?"
Oddly, Claudine figuratively had the privacy of her room while she slipped on another frock. In spite of the three nude bodies sprawled there on her bed. Then suddenly, the thought that she was disrobing in front of them sent quick little thrills of anticipation through her body.
"O.K., then," said Claudine. "After all, why not? I live here don't I?"
She was undoing the buttons of her frock with deliberateness. They comprised a row of fasteners, each as large as medals, running from shoulder to hem of the dress she wore. She contrived to make a rite of the action, for as each button slid free of its buttonhole, more and more of her fabulous figure was exposed to view.
Spellbound, the three naked persons gazed in silence as Claudine stripped. First she kicked off her shoes, calculatedly exposing a full, unbrassiered breast in the process. Then it was the flawless column of the inside of her thighs that was visible. And then, as if possessed of all the time in the world she slid the frock from her half-naked body.
She stood in stockinged feet clad from the waist down in only a transparent half-slip. Above her waist, her splendid breasts stood out, proudly separate. She knew, too, how to make full use of them. Deliciously, she stretched her arms up and above her head, flexing the twin mammary globes to maximum effect. And then, by some weird control of her pectoral muscles she contrived to twitch them so that they quivered, seemingly of their own accord, like sculptured jellies!
The two men drew in their breath in sheer appreciation. Louise's attention was no less rapt. Her own two nipples betrayed the tension mounting again inside her. When she could, she stole a glance down at her own chest, flecked now with dried semen. She noticed the nut-hard whorls into which her areole had puckered, as well as the visible swelling and lengthening of the two penises between the men's thighs.
Claudine, far from unobservant, could see what was happening, too. She reveled in the effect she was having on the three who were watching her.
Naughtily, she reached up under her slip carrying it up with her hands, to release her suspender belt. Then, ever so slowly, she slid the fasteners from the tops of her stockings. Her moving fingers provided a focal point of mesmeric attraction for the trio watching her. Changing her slow movements to one fast sweep, she next drew the wispy nylon stockings down her incomparable legs to let them float, and then turn, to the chair. It was innate mark of the perfectionist, in that she knew the slovenliness presented by withdrawn stockings. The suspender belt itself, lacy, feminine and provocative, followed.
Now she stood, clad in just her half-petticoat. Claudine scorned panties, taking delight in the sensation of nudity she enjoyed by knowing that her sex was always naked and exposed under her skirt.
"Go on, for Christ's sake!" whispered Andrew, quite befuddled now by the striptease so competently being performed. Hector, too, was quivering in anticipation.
Claudine superbly knew how to captivate her audience, and how to retain interest. For agonizing, aching moments she pirouetted around the room before their eyes. She wriggled. She twirled. She danced lightly to where she knew the light would shine behind her – so that the full glory of her nakedness would he visible through the transparent slip she wore. Finally, as if satisfied with the effect she had created, she slid two thumbs into the waistband of the petticoat, and slid it swiftly over the vast, rounded globes of her buttocks. As she did so, she held her gaze on the two standing cocks of the men rigid now in re-erection.
"There!" she cried happily, standing before them completely stripped. "Like what you see?"
She was now stark naked.
From her head to her heels, she was quite magnificent. Her body was older and slightly more mature than Louise's, but it was still glorious. Her breasts were slung lower than Louise's, but in no way pendulous. They had larger, browner nipples. From her generous tits down arched a full, voluptuous belly; with a V of cunt-hair, curly and virile, pointing down to the junction of her flawless thighs. Hector knew her body well. He groaned as memory patterns clicked deep in his consciousness. Louise also knew it, and she knew how expertly the woman could use that precious body. She twitched in uncontrollable spasms of ecstasy. So much fucking in the past few days, she thought, after so little fucking in the previous months! But now? My God, she marveled, how inexhaustible and insatiable seems my appetite for fornication! Can there be an end to it? A limit?
Andrew, seeing the nudity of Claudine for the first time, looked with sagging jaw at the provocative sight she presented.
"Cup those breasts!" he implored, softly but urgently. "Please, for me, Claudine!"
Claudine obeyed, ever so slowly, ever so deliberately, molding their generosity into shapely mounds of delight. Eyes on his throbbing prick, the length of which she found incredible, she seemed to slide rather than to advance toward Andrew, who was lost in rapture at her loveliness.
"Like it?" she drawled again, impudently and provocatively, as she approached. Then she sprang to the bed, not two feet away from Andrew, and kneeling, she arched backwards, the movement seeming to rip her cunt apart so that its dark, mysterious maw presented itself, wet and inviting to the glazed eyes of the obsessed man. "Or is it better when you can look right into it, like that?" she crooned.
Andrew was completely hypnotized.
"It's-it's wonderful!" he sighed. "You're lovely, Claudine! Oh, that I should have lived until today!"
Then he seemed to snap out of the spell Claudine had cast upon him. He turned to Louise.
"You, too," he urged. "Kneel there with Claudine. Kneel like she is. I want to see both of you!"
Louise, aflame now, needed no urging. Instinctively alive to the contest, knowing that she was the more beautiful, determined to be equally as abandoned as Claudine, she sprang up and arranged herself in the same pose, side by side.
Her cunt, still inflamed from the afternoon's onslaught, gleamed in renewed wetness. Red and angry, it dripped with juices. Its lips wildly parted, the inner lips moved, like some undersea anemone, seeking, seeking, seeking – for what prey?
For long moments Andrew and Hector gazed spellbound at the two magnificent women so blatantly exposed in all their nakedness, so close to their eyes. This explosive spectacle was not lost on them.
"Ah, sweet Christ, this I'll never see again!" raved Andrew. "It's perfection! And it's the very mirror of perfection, side by side!"
Hector, too, was fascinated. Both cunts he knew very well, as well as the power of those sex traps. His wife's was natural and accommodating. Claudine's was lecherous, skilled and experienced beyond words. It was an educated cunt, a filthy, slimy cunt into which hundreds of penises had probed to satisfy her avid lusts. But it enthralled him nonetheless, and still held him in its spell.
Suddenly he could contain himself no more. Springing to his knees, he raised his prick in his hand and advanced, knee-walking, upon the cunt before him. It was Louise's. And as she arched backwards like some Olympian sacrifice, supporting her body on thrown-back arms, he slid the mass of his swollen prick deep into its well-remembered depths.
At the same time, Andrew seemed to flow into action, advancing, as had done Hector, upon Claudine. With her eyes starting out of her head at the fascination of that mighty phallus bearing down upon her, Claudine could do no more than utter plaintive little calls of sheer randiness. She knelt in fear of the piercing thrust of the incredible length of it. Yet, bewitched, she could do nothing about it. It was bent on penetrating her with all its majestic length and thickness. And involuntarily, her aching twat seemed to reach for it. Then, before she could resist, Andrew had plunged all of it, up to the hairy balls, deep into the vagina so ready and so fearfully awaiting him.
From their very first strokes, Andrew and Claudine seemed to become quite demented. For both of them, it was a fresh encounter. It was a new cunt being probed by a new prick.
Furiously, Andrew stabbed into that gaping cleft a few times. Then lasciviously, he withdrew, with garlands of sticky mucous stranding them together, though he was a foot away from the gasping woman. And Claudine shot her legs forward, till she lay feet towards the pillows, beneath the kneeling Andrew. Dementedly groaning in her lust, she clutched him to her belly, stuffing her twat around his mighty phallus. Hips heaving, she contorted her ass, fucking him and relentlessly refusing to let him go.
In utter subjection to this bestial sight, Hector had ceased fornicating his wife. Both of them lay and watched for a while, until Louise, unable to contain her need for satisfaction, suddenly swung into action. Mauling, scratching and dragging by sheer animal force, she pulled Andrew from the encircling arms of Claudine. Surprised, he submitted. She wrenched the man away, and kicking furiously, thrust Claudine ignominiously right off the bed. Gone quite mad, she spat and slobbered at the ten-inch cock so rudely liberated from its lusty bed.
"It's mine!" she screamed dementedly. "Mine, I tell you! Mine, to tear me apart! Mine, for my cunt! Slash me with it, Andrew! Do me a mischief! Rip it into me, give me all its length and all its thickness! Don't suck me any more! No more tossing off! Fuck me, I tell you! Fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuck me! Come all over me. Shoot your load into me. Burn me – oh-h-h-h!"
Quivering, she slobbered and slavered as she twisted and turned to bring Andrew down so that his penis could plunge into her aching cunt.
Then she subsided into a shaking hulk of jelly as Andrew obediently bore down upon her and into her gaping vagina. But Claudine, rising now from the floor, was nonetheless ablaze with desire herself. Returning to the fray, she saw only what she sought, a standing, spunk spilling prick, inflamed with its own lust, and she grabbed the only one she saw, cramming its bead into her mouth. She no longer knew if it was Andrew's or Hector's, and she no longer cared. What mattered, and all that mattered, was that it was a penis and she was in heat. Furiously she slobbered at it and then, moaning like a madwoman, she crammed it into her cunt, crossing her thighs in ecstasy as she felt her vagina latch on, once more, to that from which it had so rudely been parted.
Wriggling her buttocks like a dervish, she sloshed away in blissful fuck at the penis she had won back. And thus, squelching, squirming and gyrating, the four of them fucked away in the otherwise silenced room, silenced but for the passionate moans of the fuckers.
On and on they went. And of them, only Claudine could achieve orgasm as she shot her load once, deliciously and protractedly, against Hector's red-hot poker. He scarcely felt her coming as he strove away inside her but she, uncaring, simply spent and spent until she started all over again, her sex gluttony refusing to miss a stroke of the glorious punishment. This was what Claudine lived for. Fucking. Sex. Orgiastic sex. Never could she get enough of it! Certainly never, in her sex-devoted lifetime, had she ever thought to live through such a rich repast of it as that provided by these two perfect men, and the pluperfect wife of one of them.
Finally she ceased her exertions. Her second orgasm, she knew, would be some time in arriving. And Hector, feeling her slacken her onslaught of his torrid penis, relaxed as well. Claudine tapped the thrashing Louise, who was crying tears of provocation as she strove so valiantly for the release that seemed so near, and yet remained obstinately so far. As Louise stilled her thrashing, Claudine said: "Why so wild, my virago? Wait. Let's see what we can provoke if we use our wits instead of our bodies."
Willing to accept any suggestion, willing to lapse even into self-masturbation, so long as it promised the sweet balm of release, Louise said: "What? In the sweet name of Christ, what?"
"Look," said the experienced Claudine. "Let's get into the swastika. Bed's big enough – I always prayed, someday, I'd get this amount of pleasure on it!"
"Swastika?" asked Andrew, puzzled.
"You never heard of the sex swastika?" asked Claudine. "Man, you've never lived."
She sat up, breasts bobbing deliciously on her thorax, as she demonstrated for them.
"It goes like this. You Andrew, you start. You lie down on that side of the bed. Now I lie at right angles to you, so. When we get set, I suck you off. Meanwhile Hector gets his head into my crotch – just like I have my head into yours. Hector sucks me off. So he'll be lying up this side of the bed, you see, feel the opposite way from yours. His cock'll be about here, like this. Then Louise comes into it. She lies down, takes Hector's cock into her mouth, and sucks him off. There. Throw those pillows on to the floor, Louise. Now Louise has to have a sucker, too. That'll be you, Andrew. You bury your face in her muff and suck her cunt. So. You see, the sex swastika!"
Obediently, they all fell into place.
What consummate art this woman possesses, thought Andrew, the pun "consummate art" crossing his mind. Here they all four lay, a mouth to a cock, and a cunt to a mouth, all in some crotch-to-face square from which four sets of legs protruded. They all fell into place, taking Claudine's directions.
Beneath Andrew's avid tongue lay the slit of Louise's delicious cunt. Hell, he thought – I seem to do nothing but mouth at this twat, every time I get with her. But what the hell, he thought, any cunt is a joy at a time like this! Eagerly, then, he sent his tongue into the transverse slash, flicking it from side to side in his mouth, so that it would dart from top to bottom of the twat it was licking.
From somewhere, he felt a warm, sticky mouth clamp itself over the head of his own aching cock. Claudine's he thought delightedly. Happily he surrendered to the educated ministration of that sucking, licking maw. Hector, he knew, would be tongue-deep into Claudine's twat lips while Louise, for the need of pleasure which Andrew was bringing to her electrified cunt, would be furiously trying to bring that same pleasure to Hector, sucking him into insensibility.
Lascivious, voluptuous noises emanated from the fornicating four, busy at their strange unnatural task. Each gave his best, knowing that only by giving would he or she receive the measure of delight that was being sought. On and on went the licking, spittle-wet tongues, two of them wrapped around phalluses, and two buried deep in receptive, warm paradises.
But though there was sheer aesthetic delight in the contact, there was no release. Orgasms refused to come. Aching more and more, angry and more angry grew the sexual orgams beneath the lashing of four separate tongues. Finally Claudine, acknowledging defeat, desisted once more.
"What we need," she announced, "is even more variety. This is just hurting me – I don't know about the rest of you. What say we try the Les and Nancy way?"
"What in hell is that?" asked Andrew.
"You never heard of lesbians? Or nancies? Queers – perhaps you call them faggots?"
Andrew had heard of them. With these people, the Hendersons and Claudine, he was prepared for anything, yet this was pretty monstrous.
"Christ!" he cried.
Never had he felt the stirring of any unnatural, homosexual desires. Women had been quite enough for him so far in his life. Yet he knew of homosexuality and of the perversions some men and women adopt. In a flash he suddenly pictured the whole weird scene Claudine had in mind. This time, he shuddered, it would be woman-mouth to cunt and man-mouth to penis.
"Hell, Claudine! That's – I-I don't know if I could go through with it."
"Chicken?" she sneered… "It happens, you know. Some day, you've got to live. This could be the day."
Andrew shrugged. He darted a clandestine look at Hector's enraged penis. That? In his mouth? And yet people did do that sort of thing.
Hector, equally astounded, was nevertheless broader-minded about sexual matters. Why not, he reasoned. Hadn't Claudine and Louise rutted once, right in front of him, in a female 69, and not so long ago either? If women could do it and find so much spontaneous joy in it as Louise had, then why not he, too? If Andrew agreed, that is.
Louise was not loath, praying for anything that would bring on the fulfillment of fuck, the release she so desperately sought.
Claudine's suggestion had obviously stunned the men. But each had sucked a cunt that very moment. Each had had his own cock sucked. Why not, then?
"Right," said Claudine, past mistress of all sex deviation, and knowing this was the time to press on with her plans. "All we do is to change places. Instead of us chaining up in a foursome, we split into two twosomes. The whole thing about this, you'll see, is doing it together where we can both see what's going on."
Saying this, she bent to the squirming Louise, parting with skilful fingers the living, pulsating lips of the cunt she was about to tongue. Squatting over the girl's body, she brought down her own twat, all hairy and dripping, over the face of the prostrate woman, and groaned in pleasure as the eager mouth literally leaped to the task ahead.
The two men were less eager. Bashfully, they observed each other's erections. Finally it was Hector who took the initiative.
"I guess we follow suit, old man," he grinned almost apologetically, as he took hold of Andrew's penis, startled by its solidity under his grasp. "After all, why not? I don't mind admitting that there've been one or two times I've wanted to know what it feels like to suck another guy off. Mostly when some woman's been mouthing me. Now, well now I guess, we find out."
Holding Andrew's rigid, sex-swollen penis in his hand, he was surprised at the warmth of its turgid length. Up to that time, his own penis had been the only one his fingers had ever felt. It was strange, weird almost, to be fingering someone else's erection. The penis had a familiar yet quite different feel to it, he thought, forcing his decision to go down upon it. How wet and slippery it was, over the policeman's helmet! How vibrant, how huge with the passion it contained!
Slowly he bent forward to take its head into his opened mouth. And, as he did so, Andrew managed to overcome his own halting reluctance.
After all, he reasoned, if two women could be getting and giving the obvious pleasure that Louise and Claudine were experiencing next to him, then why not? There must be joy in it. So he reached for Hector's tool, bobbing crazily over his face. As he grasped it, from its reddened tip fell an iridescent jewel of spunk – and then he plunged as much of it as he could into his mouth. What a queer sensation, he thought, yet what a pleasure. So this is what the homosexuals enjoyed? If so, he did not blame them.
The texture of Hector's penis was like nothing that had ever passed his lips before. It seemed to have one texture to his lips, another entirely to his tongue. And how luscious was its juice draining from the pipe on to the taste-buds of his tongue! God, this Claudine, how shocking she could be in her suggestions! But she certainly knew what she was doing when it came to sex! And then, because he knew exactly where, on the tip of his own tool, the pressures and the suctions must be applied, he did precisely that to the penis being laved by his spittle inside his mouth.
Masturbating the length of the cock with his hands he supplemented each hand stroke with his electrifying tongue. Hector, in his turn, knowing best what were a man's needs for satisfaction, skillfully proceeded to gratify that need. He twirled his tongue round the nerve-ends on the flange of Andrew's prick until the sensation became unbearable. He promoted the orgasm that had to come now by seeming to jerk Andrew off right into his mouth as Andrew, in his turn, was jerking him off.
Together the two men went at their strange, satisfying copulation, being aided on then way by the squelching, delicious noises coming from the double-backed female union at their side. Both Louise and Claudine had surrendered themselves bodily to the feminine soixante-neuf each was so avidly relishing. Claudine, the one on top, was almost at the pitch now of her second orgasm. Violently she sought to swish her suspended breasts from side to side across the belly of Louise, who lay panting underneath her, busy at Claudine's aching cunt.
And then Claudine came. And as she came, she screamed into Louise's vagina at the agonizing pleasure.
Louise herself was not yet at the point of ejaculation but she was close to it. She eagerly thrust her hair-fringed cunt at the livid face of Claudine, who thumped her ass down harshly over Louise in her search for the utmost pleasure out of the strange fuck, seeming to split her solid buttocks over the licking, straining mouth of Louise. Finally, Claudine could come no more. She raised her steaming-wet cunt from Louise's face, too overwrought to allow her clitoris to be tongued any longer, afraid of the searing joy. Meanwhile, realizing that Louise was on the very brink of her own orgasm, she lashed with her tongue at the clitoris beneath her, frigging away at the labia with her fingertips, doing all she knew to bring on the climax. Obstinately, it refused to come, though it was, oh, so very near to happening!
It was then that Claudine thought of a hellish trick.
In the subsiding of her own desire, she became conscious of her bladder, full and distended under its load of urine. Releasing the sphincter, she suddenly cascaded a torrent of salty piss all over the face of the girl beneath her, at the same time renewing her onslaught at the twat she was sucking. Louise, closing her eyes instinctively at the flood, realized suddenly what it was that drenched her. She went absolutely berserk then as the stream, in one unceasing flood, poured all over her face, throat and bosom, splashing the bedcovers beneath her. She gripped madly, demoniacally, at the body above her, dragging the piss-flowing cunt once more to her mouth and drinking in the torrent of urine, and the monstrous thing Claudine had done seemed to bring on, immediately and unbearably, her long delayed orgasm. Feverishly, deliriously, Louise spent. In great uncontrollable paroxysms of pleasure, she allowed her coming to possess her entire body, screaming in her delight, wallowing in the wetness in which she was now completely drenched. It was a wetness that was an oily mass of spunk, spittle and piss, but to Louise, it was joy from the Gods themselves! It was the end of her life, the end of her day of fuck! At that moment she felt that if she were to be struck dead there and then, there could be no more that life would have in store for her. She would have lived it all, and to the full.
The successive comings, so close together, of the two women had not gone unnoticed by either Hector or Andrew. Tacitly, without a word having been said, they realized the futility of lashing themselves into their respective orgasms, and were now given over instead to the sheer enjoyment of the new sensations each was experiencing. Indeed, from crouching one atop the other, they had relaxed into a lying side-by-side copulation. At this stage they both were merely experimenting, feeling out the strangeness, savoring the novelty, in the sheer delight of prolonging the orgasm. There was no lessening in their mutual desire. It was just that they seemed to have more control of the situation, and seemed to be approaching their orgasms in a more detached and scientific manner…
In the minds of each, however, was the ejaculation which they knew must surely occur soon. That was the only hurdle each had still no surmount. To neither of them did it seem quite in keeping to swallow the semen of the other or, for that matter, even to receive it in his mouth. In silence, then, each continued the sucking and masturbation, yet each, as if with one mind, instinctively held off the final discharge.
Louise and Claudine, their own passion spent, lay watching in the luxury of utter relaxation. Neither spoke. Each, however, had her eyes glued to the spectacle of the two naked man, so perfect in physique, so excitingly coupled in their unnatural task.
What utter bliss for them, Louise thought, watching the huge tool of Andrew sliding in and out of Hector's lips. And then she shifted her attention to the better known penis of her husband being so avidly worked on by Andrew's gentle yet insistent tongue. She could not tear her eyes from the sight. Claudine, too, her expression glazed and mesmerized, drank in the delicious, provocative actions of the two men. They held her attention. Rapt and spellbound she reveled in the sight of that magnificent duality of copulation.
And then, in that moment, as if by a slow process of telepathic osmosis, each woman realized in a flash of intuitive clarity just what was happening and just how close each man was to coming, and how loath each man was to discharge into the mouth of the other. By feminine intuition each deduced it simultaneously.
Louise tore her gaze from the two nude, cocksucking men, and looked at Claudine, reading in the elder woman's eyes the understanding she herself had reached.
"Let's!" she said, simply.
And Claudine needed no urging… She got the full message. Both girls knew just what each must do. Both of them, satiated beyond all capacity for further excesses, knew the part they would play in the male enjoyment.
Without speaking a word, Claudine reached for the hips of Hector, insistently pulling him from Andrew, and urging him toward herself. Louise, in her turn, disengaged Andrew from Hector's attentions and thrilled at the instantaneous expression of understanding in Andrew's eyes as he realized the magnitude of Louise's offer.
She knelt backwards, as she had begun earlier that afternoon, arms supporting her arched body so that her cunt, still inflamed but cooling now, gaped, deep, dark and inviting, in full view of her lover's eyes. Without uttering a word, Andrew struggled to his hands and knees and drove his massive, throbbing penis deep into its destined haven, shuddering in pleasure at the wet receptivity of that twat. Hector, in his turn, arched over and plundered into the educated cunt of Claudine. Silently but furiously, he bored deep into it, reveling in the body warmth of that velvety sheath.
Involuntary groans now came from the two men, so close to orgasm, so happy that a solution had been forthcoming for the fuck each had prolonged.
With active loins they banged away, cock to cunt. In hypnotized fascination each could view the vast extent of every plunge made by the other – and could see the lubricated magnificence of each massive withdrawal. Both knew it could not be long now; indeed Andrew, the less satisfied, was already in the spasm of orgasm, feeling its devastating pleasure, but unable yet to ejaculate his load. Deliriously, he banged away at the cunt of Louise, who threw her loins at him, seeking desperately to help this man who had served her so well already, in the torment she knew he was enduring.
With one or two more thrusts the great splashes of whitish sperm jetted into her, and she groaned with delight, seeking no pleasure for herself except the pleasure that she alone could now give to Andrew. He surrendered himself to his orgasm, unconscious of the shock of that massive penis so deeply, so harshly embedded high up in the bowels of the woman who clung to him to aid his coming. He yelled. He shouted.
And the noise and brutish ugliness of his orgasm seemed to spur Hector on as he, too, increased the bore and thrust of his tool into the splayed open cunt of Claudine. She, too, was utterly spent, yet she knew the demands Hector would impose, and, supreme among women, she knew best how to satisfy them.
By wickedly twitching the muscles deep inside her twat, she seemed to turn on the grip of ten thousand ciliated, devastating fingers in their cumulative effect. Her cunt literally gripped at the prick imprisoned deep within it, fucking back at him with a suction that was unendurable, seeming to each out to drag the ejaculation that was spilling incessantly from the tip of that impassioned tool. And a mighty ejaculation it was, too! Hector plunged and withdrew, plunged and withdrew again and again at each slam of the piston splashing semen over the mat of cunt-hairs and deep inside the bore hole. He seemed to want veritably to split the twat he was fornicating but the experienced Claudine at that moment cleverly managed to convey the impression of being ravaged, without actually feeling a thing.
With one or two more convulsive shuddering spasms, Hector was finally stilled. All of them were still. For long moments, in that room, silence reigned as the tide of strength flowed slowly back into the four bodies spread-eagled in lewd defeat on the bed. No words were spoken, for none needed to be spoken. The scene was simply of two men and two women, each satiated to the point of silence by the orgy each had endured.
Time itself stood still in that room.