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
