Paula Fuller - School for orgies

Donna sucked the small, hard pecker into her mouth, swished it from cheek to cheek with her tongue, tickled the tip with the tip of her tongue and sucked some more. All this while her hand, buried between the mounds of his sweaty, flabby buttocks, played enticingly with his asshole.

Penny watched intently from the other bed, amazed at Donna's perseverance and patience with the fat man, who reminded her of a giant white whale, the way he was lying there naked. She wondered if he'd ever come.

Donna danced her tongue up his mountainous belly and tried to get the little dick between the lips of her soft, warm cunt, knowing how much he wanted it there. But his huge belly prevented her from even getting it close. She continued the tongue trip up his stomach to his nipples and sucked on them while her beautiful body moved sensuously over his flab, firm tits pressed into soft blubber and shapely legs playing between his while he lay there motionless.

"Mmmmmm… you're so soft and warm," she cooed.

"I'll fuck the ass off you," he groaned back, fighting to maintain his dignity in spite of the depressing performance he was giving.

"Mmmmmm… you're sexy," she purred. "Kiss my pussy and I'll make you come like never before." Without waiting for an answer, she positioned herself over his head, facing his stomach, then lowered her ass close to his face and stopped so he could view her backside, between her legs and up her stomach, where his vision would end at the perfectly shaped breasts. She could feel his hot, puffing breath on her legs, her ass and finally her cunt as she carefully lowered herself on his drooling mouth.

The sight and smell of her in this position set off sparks in his balls. He spread the smooth, matched globes of flesh and poked the buttonhole with a finger. She wiggled for him, which drove him mad with desire. He licked the little bud and tried to get a finger in while her fingers reached down and began toying with his cock, her ass wiggling invitingly on his finger. Saliva oozed from the corners of his mouth at the prospect of this tasty morsel. He buried his lips in the soft triangle of hair and she went a little wild, encouraging him on. He sucked and licked the moist, hot lips, then parted them with the tip of his tongue and drove the slippery slab of meat up into the depths of her, sipping the nectar from the velvet walls.

On the other bed, Penny gasped, choking off a moan of delight. The scene was getting her all mushy between the legs. She certainly didn't want to do anything to kill Donna's chances of bringing him to a climax. After all, this wasn't her means of support and it was Donna's. Penny just come along for the thrill of playing prostitute for a night-she certainly didn't need the money. As it turned out, Penny had satisfied her partner in fifteen minutes, was paid, saw him out, and returned to watch Donna struggle to bring "Fatso" to a climax. Even as an amateur prostitute, Donna was far more experienced than Penny thought her twice-a-week practice could make her. But then Penny never gave much thought to satisfying a man-she only thought of her own pleasure. That was probably the difference, she decided. Poor little rich kid. And what's more, she wanted that tongue-licking that Donna was enjoying so much. Wanted it, needed it, and was determined to get it.

Donna just sat on his face, luxuriating in the pause that put him to work for a while, and simply clutched his pecker in her fist to keep it stiff. She noticed that every time she wiggled her ass there was a faint throb of excitement in his "pimple," so she used the wiggle to reward him when he did something she liked.

Meanwhile, he was going out of his mind with all the sensations she lavished on him: ass in his face, tits on his belly, hand on his cock and the complete freedom to do anything to her body he wanted-but at the same time he was nagged by the frustration of not coming. His tongue swirled around the honey-lined walls of her cunt, his nose was buried in her asshole, and his eyes were filled with the soft, smooth round cheeks of ass-flesh; all his daily daydreams brought to life at once and be couldn't come! The pain in his bails, which held the hot lava that screamed to get out, was getting unbearable. He tore the globes of ass-flesh apart, tongued her tight buttonhole, shot back to her cunt, then back to her ass, in feverish succession, trying to explode the come from his balls by violently penetrating her body with his tongue. It only built up more pressure in his balls and he was sure they'd blow out like a pricked balloon.

Donna had a wild orgasm in the process, losing herself to the striking snake that one minute reamed her ass and the next minute swept into the depths of her stomach. She desperately tried to catch it in either place, to lock in the sensation while she had the orgasm, but the slippery serpent always wormed its way out and plunged into the other opening. A different thrill swept up to her brain each time, sending chills through her body.

"Ohhh, man, you're too much," she sighed, melting with exhaustion.

"Make me come. Please make me come," he whimpered helplessly.

"After that, I'll set that stick of dynamite off with a blast you'll never forget," she answered his plea, almost forgetting that he was paying for the privilege.

Penny was squirming and grinding her own itching cunt into a pillow she'd stuffed between her legs. But now she saw her opening. Donna was getting off him and Penny was determined to have that tongue. She quickly stood up between the beds and caught his eye, then ran her hands sensuously over her breasts and down her stomach to the damp bush, eyeing him longingly, tantalizing him with her dancing fingertips. He was intrigued with the sight of her finger plunging into her own sex pot.

"Mmmmm… I wish I had a man like you to lick me like that," she teased.

Donna was beautiful, but Penny was a goddess and it was easy to get him to take notice in his hour of desperation.

"You hold him down, Penny, while I give him a Hawaiian blow job," Donna said with a wink.

What's a Hawaiian blow job, Penny thought, but didn't waste any time on the unanswered question. She quickly straddled his face while Donna scurried to the bathroom and returned with a glass of warm water. The victim hadn't even realized Donna had left the room, because his whole attention was focused on the milk-white skin above him. This was an orgasm just to see, he thought-a living, marble statue, without a blemish or mark anywhere. And a fragrance more delicious than a sizzling steak, he thought. He could feel Donna's hand on his cock again, but right now preferred to devour Penny with his eyes. He spread her cheeks and gazed at the little sunburst there with the amazement of a little boy seeing his first. He licked it… licked the smooth balls of flesh, the crack, the sunburst again and then the moist lips of her honey-jar with the slow, tasting licks of a man who appreciates good food.

Donna positioned herself between his legs, gently massaging his stiff organ, while she watched and waited for Penny to get her share of the slippery tongue. Penny smiled at her, then closed her eyes dreamily as she felt the tingle of his first penetration into the rear entrance-a slow, wicked penetration of wet, living meat delving into her tongue-virgin anus. She opened herself and helped the invading tongue to reach the depths of her tight tunnel by sucking it in with the strong muscles there. Then it slid out and she groaned when it slithered between her longing, drooling cunt-lips and crept into the depths of her stomach.