Julia Grass - Tender desire

I noticed a man going from cunt to cunt with his hands, taking all the juice and spreading them all over bodies as he passed them. A body of fourteen or fifteen was jerking off. He was dropping globules of come on bellies, one drop on each belly as he passed, jerking up and down, up and down. A girl was sitting on his shoulder as he did it. Her hands bent down pulling on his tits. She was moving her head up and down against his hair, masturbating into his head making herself come as she was begging a ride on his shoulders, pulling on his tits as he jerked off dropping globs of juice on people's bellies.

A little girl was hanging from a man's shoulders the way Jason had done the night before with the little girl. Her legs were around his neck. Her body flat against his; her back to his belly. Her head hanging between his legs and he was just groping away at cunt, delicious seven year old cunt without hair. His tongue sliding in and out of those cunt lips. He was walking around. Every once in a while a woman, or a man, or a boy or a girl, would suck on his cock and he'd pat them gently and go on, but his tongue kept going, lapping into that baby cunt.

Cybil crawled to my side and wrapped her body into mine. The little baby at my cock kept sucking on it. It's skin still folded and soft. She licked and sucked and scratched my balls a little. I saw Jerry and Edie crawling up in a little pillow in the corner, just holding each other and kissing.

"Tony, Tony," Cybil whispered into my ear. "I came so good, I came so good, Tony. Did you come good, Tony?"

I could hardly talk. How could you talk about coming when it was the best ecstasy you ever knew, when the tension and excitement and pleasure was more than you ever dreamed of. How can you even talk about it?

I took those big tits in my hand and pulled them together so that I could have both nipples between my fingers and I kissed her mouth, taking her top lips between my lips and sucking on it, sticking my tongue along her teeth and in between. I took her bottom lip and sucked on it and tongued her with my tongue around hers. I discovered her palate with my tongue and my teeth and moved my body. The children stopped touching me. I just wanted to be soft and gentle with Cybil.

I laid on top of her. I put my head into her neck and whispered, "Yes, Cybil. I came good, Cybil, but later, you and I, Cybil, you and I when Angus gets into that cunt, when Angus feels that throbbing hot juice of yours, when you do your job on Angus, Cybil, when I can suck on your pussy, when I can eat you and have your tits in my mouth and your twat in my hand, when I can stick my cock up your ass and in your mouth and in your cunt, just the two of us Cybil. Wait and see, wait and see how I come then."

She started moaning and moaning and moving her body against me and damn if that woman didn't spray my soft little cock with more juice!

Sybil and I drove about a half an hour out of town to a very quiet place that she wanted me to go to. We were going to spend a quiet evening for getting to know each other better. I was determined Angus was going to stay in his pants for a few hours.

Sybil had laughingly said, "Yeah, get him to feel what it's like to be inside some cotton underwear for a change."

While having dinner, I couldn't help but noticing two couples sitting in a table in the aisles. One of the women had the longest hair I'd ever seen. She was practically sitting on it. It was very dark and silky. I was sure that if I ran my fingers through it, I'd tingle with the softness.

She couldn't take her eyes off of me, it seemed. She kept staring, looking over at me. She was doing a Tom Jones bit with her food, putting a piece of chicken into her mouth and putting her finger into her mouth also, sucking on her finger as her eyes rolled and ogled me.

The four of them were laughing and talking and began looking in our direction and they all started eating in a very sensual way. Their fingers were in their mouths. They were feeding each other off their fingers. The man was eating something that looked like fish and rather than use a fork, he'd pick it up with his fingers and kind of squish it in between his fingers and then put them into the woman's mouth. She sucked on the food and on his fingers, making succulent noises. All the time watching Sybil and I for our response.

We ignored them most of the time, but they knew we were watching them surreptitiously. Sucking sounds were coming our way. Their tongues were licking each other's fingers, even licking their plates. They were acting as though there was no one else in the restaurant. They were determined to have a sexual orgy with their food, smelling food, touching it, examining it.

One of the men ordered rice pudding for dessert and they all ate the rice pudding from his fingers.

One woman had chocolate cream pie and she, too, fed the rest of them from her fingers. The chocolate oozing down into their mouths – each mouth opened, their lips pressed. As she went from mouth to mouth around the table, her fingers dripping with gushy, chocolate pudding and whipped cream.

Sybil and I were getting very turned on. We loved watching it. By the time they got to dessert, they made it very obvious that they were very interested in us. No longer looking at them with sneaking glances but we were being very direct, Sybil kept opening her mouth and holding her tongue out towards them as though asking for food to be put into her mouth as well. I began feeding her and the two of us began a sexual orgy with our food. We all knew the message. We all knew what would be happening within a very short time.

As we left to pay the bill, one of the men carne up towards us. "Hi, my name is Brian Thoreau and we don't live very far from here. Why don't you guys just follow us home from here."

I smiled. They didn't need an answer. They'd knew we'd be there. We followed a huge Mercedes for about ten minutes. They turned into a circular driveway and Sybil and I were thrilled to see that it wasn't any run-down shack that we were going to have an orgy in. It was a beautiful, ultra-modern home, almost totally made out of glass.

There were interesting rock walls – not brick, but rock and some redwood strippings. It was ultra-modern in design with at least four or five levels. One of the areas of The House was glass roofed and it looked like there were five or six fireplaces.

We followed them into a huge foyer and standing there in the foyer, without any words, we all began to undress. Tanya, the one with long black hair brought her hair forward over her tits. She put it between her legs and pulled it around to her ass. She used it as some people use a towel, as though she were wiping her cunt and ass. I wanted that dame. I was going to do things with that hair that I'd never done before and she knew it, too.

Cybil laughed, that tinkling laugh of hers, when she saw Brian's cock jump out of his pants. It was really quite a sight to behold. That damn thing must have been ten inches long and at least an inch and a half across.

"Hey, Brian, don't put that thing all the way into my baby here. I want some of her left for me," I said and everybody laughed.

"Don't worry, I'll put it into every hole she's got. She'll love every inch of it."

As if on cue, Sybil fell to her knees and put it in her mouth, not all of it, but she was slurping away. Sitting on the vestibule floor, Brian was hanging onto her ears, pulling her head up and down. I guess we were into it. I didn't even know the names of the other people.

I grabbed long hair and said, "You know that I want to do things with that hair of yours, don't you?"

She led me into a room off the living room. The fireplace was warm with pillows and cushions all over the place. I was sure it was a home made for fucking. It didn't matter where we laid down. We would have been comfortable. Every corner, every inch of the room was made for lying down.