Viola James - Getting Hubby Promoted

Harry Sommers crossed the floor to where Jill had sunk onto her right hip with her legs splayed out to the side, watching the whole carnal sight unfolding before her with mesmeric fascination. Harry held his slowly rising penis in his right hand, stroking it lightly as he sat down beside the beautiful young blonde. With his other hand, he found her succulent left breast and caressed it easily, familiarly, tweaking the nipple. Jill leaned against his hard-muscled body gratefully, the contact of his hand on her nakedly sensitive breast making her shudder, her throbbing wet vagina afire with seething, churning desire. God, she had never dreamed anything could be like this! She had never dreamed people were this base, this physical, to seek pleasure in such orgasmic manner… that an actual orgy such as this really could take place in modern society. But was it bad? Was it evil or wrong? No, no, not if it made you feel this way, if it kindled your emotional fires so white-hot that you thought you would go mad from the intensity and from the need for release!

She felt Harry's warmly moistened lips on her breast now, licking and suckling the nipple, then trailing down over her belly, pausing to flick into the creamy indentation of her navel before moving to her down-soft pubic triangle. She lay out full-length on her back, her legs opening in a lewd invitation; she knew that Harry was about to kiss her hungering cunt, and trembling violently with the expectancy of it, her head turned so that her eyes saw once again Barnett and Beth Wellington in the middle of the collapsed ring of naked flesh.

Beth rode John's hammering cock thrust far up into her belly as if it was a wild, untamable stallion and she a cowboy who never gave up. She hurtled herself up and down his great shaft, her naked hips gyrating with fantastic speed, her hands kneading and manipulating her own breasts while his finger dug mercilessly into the soft ivory flesh of her flanks and grinding buttocks. Her long blonde tresses swirled like threads of golden silk around her flailing head, and she made little mewling sounds deep in her throat, totally abandoned now.

Will Prescott had raised Gay Sommers on her knees, facing away from him, and now he guided his trembling penis to the glistening, wetly waiting hole of her vagina, teasing the bloated cockhead inside her tender cuntal lips. Then, almost brutally, he levered forward to drive his lust-hardened shaft far into the belly of Harry's kneeling wife. She cried out in total submission and began buffeting back crazily against Prescott's pumping pelvis. His hands reached under to cup her full, swaying breasts and knead them as if they were the teats of contented dairy cow and he was the milker.

Redheaded Laura Barnett was lying facing the center of the ring, stretched full length on her side and George Wellington was stretched out behind her. One of his hands was caressing her full sensuous breasts the other, middle finger extended, was fucking rhythmically into her moistened little cunt. His great cock was jammed far up into the hot hidden depths of her straining rectum, and his loins worked feverishly as he pistoned into her while they watched his wife and John Barnett fucking less than three feet away…

Edie Prescott straddled Tom in the classic sixty-nine position, her legs splayed wide over his shoulders and her moist lipped, hair-fringed cunt was grinding frantically down over his sheened, eagerly working face and tongue. Her head and mouth were moving slavishly up and down his rigid cock, holding its base in one small, delicate hand as she sucked and licked him with little crooning sounds of delight. She used her other hand to stroke and manipulate his balls, squeezing the heavy scrotum convulsively but yet tenderly, while Tom had his fingers dipped into the darkened crevice of her perfectly formed buttocks to spread them and her naked cuntal slit wide for his insatiably licking tongue.

The pressure of the passion and lust building inside Jill was immense now as she saw, separately and in a montage-like blur, the carnal acts of the flesh which were being performed all around her. The nakedly fucking couples were in a circle around the man and wife in the center and she, Jill, was part of that circle! The heady, musky, overpowering scent of sex assailed her nostrils like an aphrodisiac, and the deliciously enticing moaning and wailing of desire filled her ears in an impossibly sweet symphony.

Yes, she thought mesmerically, I'm going to go mad, so mad, ifI don `t have an orgasm soon to release all these wondrous feelings tearing me apart inside…! Oh God, Harry hurry and kiss my cunt, suck me into orgasm, hurry, hurry, hurrry!

But the experienced Harry Sommers took his time, his kisses circling all around the contracting, love-drenched hole of lust which was the young wife's now insatiable cunt. He trailed his fiery lips and tongue through her sweat-slick pubic hair and over the warm velvety surface of her inner thighs. Her hands wrapped tightly in his hair, trying to guide his head to her waiting furrow, but he resisted with a playful but fleeting nip at the throbbing bud of her blood-red clitoris… resisted only momentarily, for she began to cry out like a child in the throes of a terrible nightmare, again and again, and he realized her great need. When he did, he opened his mouth wide, and then ground his lips down hard on her satin-soft cunt petals with his long wet tongue worming far up into her moistly pungent vagina in the ultimate kiss.

"Oooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh hhhhhhhhhhh!" screamed Jill in grateful surrender and excruciating bliss.

Her nakedly writhing body arched and bucked wildly under his searching tongue and mouth, and she lifted her legs high, locking her ankles back behind his neck and imprisoning his head between her trembling thighs. Her hips moved abandonedly in the motion of copulation, fucking up against his tongue faster and faster, fucking it wildly, her ass cheeks gyrating with impossible fervor. Her hands in his hair tried to push his head and his molten tongue deeper into her screaming cunt, as if attempting to make them one, or to consume them completely.

Harry lashed furiously into her moist trembling slit, his hands slipping up over her belly to her sensuously quivering young breasts, cupping and squeezing them almost brutally while his mouth and tongue continued the wet assault down between her widespread thighs. Then he located the quivering button of her clitoris, and she whined sharply with lust-pain as he took the tiny nerve-tip between his teeth, holding it there, and began to run the end of his tongue round and round it in continuous circles. Her head flailed in total subjugation from side to side, and Harry opened his mouth yet wider, moving his tongue downward along the smooth, heat-moistened slit to the throbbing hair-fringed opening of her vagina once more. And again, he began to orally fuck her, harder and faster, faster and harder, sliding his hard, wet tongue up into her dilated clasping cuntal channel, listening to her frantic mewling, whimpering sounds of passion as he licked around the velvet-like inner walls of her hotly pulsating cunt.

Beth Wellington, in the middle of the lewdly copulating circle, seemed to be a dervish of motion as she fucked her wetly clasping cunt up and down the thick ramming penis of John Barnett below her. She was pinching her nipples painfully now to heighten the implacable desire in her loins, and her head was thrown back like a contortionist's with the muscles of her slim throat stretched taut. On either side of his hammering cock, Barnett was using his fingers to knead her soft wet vaginal flesh as she rammed her burning pussy down harder on him. From their loud moans and frantic movements, it was obvious that it wouldn't be long for either of them…