Roger Grayson - A Neighborhood Party

"Don't, don't do it here." She pushed his head away reluctantly. "I want you to do it where my husband can hear us."

Without speaking, he took her hand quickly and led her through a door at the side of the room. It was darker here as the blinds were closed and no light at all came through the windows. He stopped for a moment to get his bearings and Carol held her breath.

She could hear them!

They were small sounds, scarcely audible even in the almost total silence of the big room, but… they were unmistakable sounds. Slight wet sucking noises that she had heard for the first time in her life last week. Thurman's wife was doing the same thing to Bob that Harry Burns' wife had been doing last week.

Oh God, would Thurman expect the same thing from her. She felt herself wishing she had drunk more of the Pernod to make things easier. She couldn't refuse him anything he asked now and a small ball of fear began growing in her stomach that she might not be able to bring herself to do it. He had said he was going to be hard to please and she wondered apprehensively what demands he would place on her.

They reached the empty bed and he guided her down gently onto the silken coverlet spread over it. She had never felt anything like the sensation the first touch of it across her back gave her. It was almost like felt and was warm from the first contact when she had expected it to be cold. She wriggled her back against it cat-like as she felt the bed sag from his weight as he lay down next to her. He made no attempt to keep his movements quiet and she was certain Bob and Susan could hear them but it only added to the excitement that she was going to get herself screwed silly while he lay listening to all the sounds she made. She waited quietly for a moment as Thurman pressed his nakedness next to hers for some sound that would indicate they had disturbed them but there was none. The soft wet sucking noises continued unabated as though they were unaware of anyone else's presence.

"Ooooooh, God," she suddenly groaned forgetting her husband on the next bed.

Thurman's wet moist lips had begun a gentle nibbling along her shoulder sending goose-bumps racing over her flesh. She quivered uncontrollably from the sudden unexpected sensation and dropped her hand between them grasping his hard erected cock in her hands. She heard him groan in return as she pushed against it with her fingers sliding the foreskin back over the round rubbery head.

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk tonight," he hissed between clenched teeth. "God, you've got a body."

Carol smiled to herself through the sensations of desire building deep in her belly. Her husband must have heard that and now she would make certain he knew it was her.

"Oh God, Randy, I want you to fuck me. Fuck me good, please. I need it bad."

She moaned with a false passion, hearing with quiet satisfaction, the sudden stillness on the other bed. And then… a feminine voice pleading:

"Oh keep sucking Bob, lick it, lick it. Don't stop, darling!" It whispered through the room in desperation and then she heard the sounds of movement as though someone were struggling to pull someone back to them… and then… the wet sucking sounds again but quieter this time.

Carol's breath stopped. Bob was sucking her! It was not the other way around!

It was the last controlled thought she had. Thurman's hot moist mouth fastened tightly to an erected nipple and began a gentle sucking pressure against it. His hands coursed lightly at the same time over the soft firmness of her belly and thighs. His mouth played for a long delicious moment around the throbbing tits, moving from one to the other, his tongue trailing wetly down through the narrow fleshy valley between them as he alternated his attention to each.

And then, his mouth slid down over her now quivering belly, his penis sliding from her hand as his body moved away. He ground his tongue for a moment into her navel, bringing small mewls and gasps of pleasure from her open mouth. He moved lower, maddening patterns of indecent sensation trailing after his gently nipping teeth. She felt her thighs being pressed gently open and she made no resistance as he haunched down between them. She sucked in her breath with a gasp as she felt his fingers spreading the soft hair covered lips of her vagina and the coolness of the air touched against her there. His tongue flicked forward, the tip teasing moistly against the tiny bud of her clitoris causing it to throb into hardness. He lowered his fingers and spread the opening of her cunt wide apart and then suddenly dropping his tongue from her clitoris, thrust it deep into the pink, moist flesh of her pussy.

Carol jerked from the sudden wet contact and reaching down tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled his face hard into her loins. His tongue circled around maddeningly inside her, the tip flicking against the wet sensitive walls of her pussy like the tongue of a cobra prepared to strike.

"Ooooooooh," a long low groan escaped from deep in her throat, "It's good darling, it's good, do it more, do it more!"

She chanted the words out without thought, her breasts heaving against her chest. Her legs splayed out wide and she jack-knifed her knees up hard against her swaying breasts to open her cunt as wide as she could to him. He pulled the upturned crevice of her crotch wide apart with his hands, stretching it cruelly as he heard her begging for more, and dropping his tongue to the small tight puckered anus, thrust the tip hard against it until he felt it give slightly and the tip enter just a hair. She fairly shrieked her joy now as he teased against the tightness of her rectum.

"Randyeee! Randyeeeeee! Oh God, Oh God!"

He moistened the top of his finger in her cunt and pressed it against the tight little hole, his mouth returning to her clitoris, and as he nibbled against it he thrust forward with his finger sinking it to the first knuckle in her anus.

"Uuuugh!" she grunted.

He thrust it to the second knuckle.

"Uuuuuuugh! Darling it hurts! It hurts!"

He held it still and thrust his tongue deep up her vagina again until she became accustomed to the strange presence in her asshole.

She lay still, holding her breath with her mouth wide open, her lips drawn back tight over her teeth. Then after an eternity, she began to breathe again. He began to lick and suck in earnest now, twisting his finger around and around in her rectum, stretching it wider with each brutal circle until the pain in her rear passage merged with the powerful pleasures coursing through her pussy and she began thrusting her white rounded buttocks back up on his finger, skewering it into herself in rhythm with the lashing of his tongue. He slid his free hand up under her upraised buttocks and pressed them tight against his face, locking her to him in a wet moist connection of tongue and vagina. The soft curly pubic hair grazed tantalizingly against his cheeks.

A strange masochistic wildness had taken hold of her body as she lay impaled between his tongue and finger and she ground her ass in wild abandoned ecstasy hard up against the maddening probing of her hot steaming loins. Nothing mattered now but the agony of the lovely swirling sensations rippling over every inch of her naked flesh. There was nothing else in the world and she writhed and twisted beneath his impalement gasping and screaming all the lewd words that came into her tortured and anguished mind.

"Oh God, Randy! Suck me! Lick me! Ram your finger in my ass! Harder! Harder darling! Oooooh! Eeeeeegh! Aaaaahg!"

Thurman worked demon-like below hearing her cries approaching a quick climax. By God, Burns was right, she was a hot little bitch, he thought through the blind passion of bringing a tender young beauty like this to orgasm. He had waited his chance and it was worth it all. He flicked his tongue faster and ground his finger with greater severity into the ever-expanding hole of her anus.