Duncan Fox: Spread wide and tied

Like now, for example. He was tormenting her with his slow, deliberate exploration of her pussy and the way he was nursing on her breasts. She wanted his teeth to be biting into her tender flesh. But she couldn't tell him. He had to do it himself. He had to do it without being asked.

A second finger slid into her pussy, and was greeted with a burning wave of juices. Her hips humped slowly against his hand. Her thumb painted his cock-head with pre-cum. She shoved the sheet down, exposed his cock, her pussy. His fingers still deep in her twat, he threw one leg over hers, and rolled towards her. His lips pulled away from her tit sought her mouth. This time the tongue that did the first probing was his. It slid into her mouth shyly.

His cock felt like a steel burr against her thighs.

She felt a drop of his goo on her bare flesh. She kicked the rest of the coven away so the air could touch them both, all over. The light played over her pale pink flesh. She let go of his cock and slid down farther, so she was lying down instead of being propped up by the pillows. It brought her face closer to his cock. For a brief moment, she considered sucking his dick. Then he slid downwards, and his cock moved away from her. He eased over on top of her. As she spread her thighs in welcome, she felt a twinge of disappointment that she hadn't gotten to taste his dork.

His cock probed blindly at her crotch. She reached down and guided it to her vagina. As he drilled into her soupy depths, she moaned under him. Maybe this time she would reach that glittering cascade of pleasure. She hugged him to her as he pumped his dick into her. His moves had the same hesitancy they had the first time.

Why didn't he hurt her a little? she wondered. Why didn't he drive into her impatiently, instead of throttling down his lust?

He stroked into her cunt. She heaved under him in an attempt to grind her clit into the passion paste it should be. She scratched his back as he fucked her, slowly and easily. His cock stroked her vaginal walls to warm flames.

She was rising toward that peak, but it was such a gradual rise she was afraid that she again wouldn't make it. Thank God this time his staying power was better. She went up and up and up. Her pussy began flooding as she approached the final gusher. Wil's breath was loud in her ear as he humped. The bedsprings protested the pounding fucking.

"Oh," she moaned. "Oh, I'm cuming! Uhhh. UUHHH!" The unexpectedness of the climax tore a scream of ecstasy from her. She heaved under him as her cunt spasmed around his dick. Very vaguely, in the mists of her cuming, she was aware of his dark spouting its load into her clutching hole. For an eternity, she strained against him. She wished he had more cock, so her cunt could be even fuller. Then she faded to a limp mass under him, and her climax died away with the last lingering spurts of his semen.

As she slid into a languid sleep beneath him, she wondered if Grant's parties really were orgies. The thought made her cunt twinge excitedly around Wil's exhausted dick.

"Hi, come on in," Grant invited politely as Clara studied him. The fortune teller's promise of someone tall, dark, and handsome certainly fitted Grant.

"Lois isn't here yet," he noted with a sigh. "Late, as usual."

"Who's Lois?" Wil asked curiously.

"Girl I invited over tonight," Grant answered. "How about some wine?"

"Sure," Wil agreed. "You want some, Clara?"

"Uh, okay." Clara was a bit disappointed. She had expected something stronger. She didn't think she'd have the nerve to participate in an orgy unless she was drunk. She wondered if it really was going to be an orgy.

The buzzer rattled harshly and Grant, muttering something under his breath, reached out and punched the button that released the downstairs door. They heard footsteps on the stairs as he handed around the wine.

When he opened the door, Clara barely managed to keep her jaw from dropping. Lois was a very pretty blonde. She was about five feet tall, and diminutive in every respect but one – she had huge, round breasts. Her pale blonde hair was in a pony tail. What had nearly made Clara's jaw drop was Lois' outfit. Though the temperature was hovering around the freezing mark, the girl was wearing a sleeveless, tie-dyed undershirt and a short miniskirt that revealed her sleek, bare legs. Her chilled erected nipples jutted against the taut knit of the shirt. Their darkness was visible through the barely concealing cloth.

Even Grant seemed slightly taken aback by Lois' appearance. "You walk here from the subway that way?" he asked.

"Huh-huh," Lois answered in a breathily sexy voice.

"Get raped on the way?" Wil asked, only half joking.

"Not tonight," Lois answered, sounding disappointed.

"Bring the stuff?" Grant inquired.

"Of course," Lois assured him softly. "I'm late?"

"Yeah, well, we'll deal with that later," Grant said ominously.

"Okay."

Clara tried to figure out what it was about Lois. There was a kinky sexiness to her. It came from more than just her outfit. Clara could sense Wil responding to it, and felt a hot itch deep in her own guts.

"What's that?" Wil asked suspiciously when Lois took a plastic sack from her mammoth shoulder bag.

"Grass," Grant said bluntly.

"I don't think…" Wil started. He changed it to a grunt when Clara dug an elbow into his ribs.

"I've always wanted to try it," Clara said quickly.

"Be just a moment," Grant assured them, and began doing mysterious things with a water pipe and an incredible number of mouthpieces.

"This is the party?" Wil asked.

"This is it," Grant answered. "Told you it was just a few intimate friends."

"Oh, are you two intimate?" Lois asked innocently.

Clara and Wil glanced at each other. Just then Grant announced that the pipe was ready. They all settled on the floor in a circle around the pipe. In moments the apartment was filled with smoke. Clara sucked in a deep breath of marijuana smoke and held it.

It felt like a warm wave was sweeping out through her body, making all her connective tissue dissolve, so she spread out, like a morning mist. She focused her eyes on a modern painting on the opposite wall. She was amazed at the colon she hadn't seen there before.

"Mmmmmm, good stuff," Grant mused.

"Are you two intimate?" Lois asked again.

Clara moved over toward Wil. Her inhibitions were dissolving under the influence of the grass. She leaned against Wil's shoulder and stroked his thigh. She was fascinated by the feel of his leg, by its warmth and vitality. "Uhmm-hummm," she purred. "Since yesterday."

"That's nice," Lois murmured. She had been sitting with her legs together, out in front of her. Now, she crossed them and sat like an Indian. Her skirt bunched up, revealed the crotch of her white panties. A few wisps of pale red hair had escaped.

"I suppose you and Grant are, too?" Wil ventured.

"Oh, yes, Grant understands me." Lois sighed and blinked hazily at Wil.

"You know," Grant mused, "I think a girl's first experience colon her whole life."

"I do, too," Lois agreed. "I know it did with me."

Clara pondered this absently. She felt a warm knot of sexiness growing down deep in her gut. But there was also a vague feeling of disappointment. Somehow, remembering her first time, she had the feeling that it hadn't been all it could have. "I don't know," she said aloud.

"What was your first time like?" Wil asked.

"It wasn't with you?" Lois asked, intrigued.

"Unh-uh," Wil responded, shaking his head slowly.

"You really want to know?" Clara asked him. Just thinking of telling about it was getting her excited.

"You tell about yours and I'll tell about mine," Lois offered.

Clara felt her cunt begin to wet the crotch of her panties. "Okay," she agreed. She took a deep drag on the pot pipe, then followed it with a swallow of wine. She felt the grass and alcohol blend deep inside her, melt her inhibitions. She noticed the ornament restraining Lois' long blonde pony tail – a black leather band studded with chrome. It seemed to be woven into her hair somehow.