Paulette Smalls - Come and get it!

"I'm coming – again!" Snow White screamed. "Don't take your cock out – not ever! Leave it in me forever. Ohhhhhh! I'm cominnnnng!" She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, digging her heels into him. Her body rocked back and forth under Doug's pressing weight, her tits hard and swollen, aching to be soothed by the rough embrace of his fingers. "Yes… yes… yes!"

As the delirium of orgasm spread through her, her mouth fell open, and Doug shoved his tongue between her lips. He began licking the insides of her cheeks. Then he sucked on her tongue, drawing it back into his own mouth. His hands pushed themselves under her body, until they slid down under her ass. Grabbing her up to him, stabbing his prick painfully into her as far as he could, he spread the cheeks of her ass, titillating her anus with his middle finger.

From somewhere deep inside him, a coldness made him shiver, then shudder violently. Doug came, his cock pouring forth long spurts of thick hot come. Bubbling within her, his spunk scalding her insides, she began to swell with sexual heat. Their bodies ground together, as if they were trying to become one. Doug continued to come, his cock throbbing inside of her tight, tight pussyhole.

After the few long moments while their pleasures peaked, they unclasped from each other, collapsing side by side on the bed. Seconds later the young girl was fast asleep, a look of pure contentment masking her angelic features. Doug stared at the ceiling, trying to catch his breath, holding his chest with one hand, reassuring himself that his heart was still beating. It was; very fast and very loud.

Fatigued, Doug was tempted to close his eyes and go to sleep. But he didn't. This might be his one and only chance to attend an orgy, and he didn't want to miss any of it. Even though he didn't think he could come again, not for a while yet at least, he wasn't about to give up any of the raunchy treats he saw all around him.

With some difficulty, he managed to pull himself into a sitting position. Then he staggered to his feet. Deciding that he would get something to eat, and something cold to drink, Doug once more returned to the kitchen.

The kitchen table was covered with platters of cold cuts and salads, and all of the garnishes to go with them. Doug made himself a roast beef sandwich, piled heaps of potato salad onto his plate, and poured himself a tall, cold, foamy glass of beer. Sipping some of the bitter amber liquid, he let it wash the taste of cunt juice down his throat, then biting into a pickle, he made his way to an empty corner of the living room.

The room was dense with smoke, and Doug thought he caught a whiff or two of marijuana. But he couldn't tell where it was coming from. He sniffed at the air around him, still unable to track down the familiar odor. Giving up finally, he went back to eating, hunger being the first consideration for the moment.

On the sofa, where he'd watched Jessi being gangbanged, there was a woman. She was probably in her forties, but was very well preserved for her age. She was masturbating. Her head was resting against the rear of the sofa, and her eyes were closed. Her fingers twirled slowly around, stroking her clit, and every now and then she'd dip one finger inside of her pussy.

Doug took another bite of his sandwich.

Next to the masturbating woman was a huge, muscular black man. Sitting on the rear of the sofa, grinding her cunt against his mouth, was a white woman with long blonde hair. He was jerking himself off, while he ate her pussy. She was bouncing up and down, squeezing her tits, pulling on her long, fat nipples.

Doug sipped his beer, making a bet with himself as to which one would come first. A few minutes later he lost interest in them, and his eyes began to roam, searching for something else on which to feast.

Spread across the coffee table, there was another woman, her arms extended outward, her legs spread wide apart. It looked as if she might have passed out, but from where he was sitting, Doug couldn't be sure. A man walked passed her, then stopped to push two fingers into her box. He wiggled his fingers around inside of her, and then he withdrew his hand. Sniffing, his sticky fingers, he sucked them into his mouth, licking off her juices. Her cunt hole winked open, a thick dribble of her wetness oozing out, and then her cunt hole closed up again. The man walked away.

The woman's pussy looked as if it had been fucked raw. It was all red and puffy and bruised looking. She must have been filled with discharge after discharge of sperm, because her thighs and ass cheeks were coated with a sticky, drying film. Every now and then, another milky blob of come would slither thickly out from between the swollen lips of her cunt.

Feeling very perverse, Doug decided he wanted to fuck her. He was about to go, over to her when the delicious aroma of burning marijuana caught his attention again. He looked around. It seemed to be coming closer.

"Hi. Are you unpopular or something?"

From his vantage point on the floor, Doug looked up to see a young woman, perhaps in her early twenties. She had the biggest pair of tits he'd ever seen in his life. Her light brown hair was very long, tied into two pigtails, looking very appropriate with her freckled, unmade-up face. She was smoking a joint.

"No, I was just taking a little eating break," Doug said. "Food for a change. Care to join me?"

"Thanks." The girl sat down, crossing her legs Indian fashion, sitting across from him. She inhaled on the twisted joint she held between her two fingers. "I've been watching you watch everybody else. What are you? Some kind of voyeur or something?"

"No; I told you I was just resting. Taking a little time out to replenish my strength. But I'll bet you must be some kind of voyeur, right? You were watching me."

She shook her head. "Naw. Nothing like that. I saw you sniffing the air, trying to smell where this was coming from." She waved the joint under his nose. "You want to do some?"

A smile spread across Doug's lips, and his eyes lit up. "Are you kidding?"

Before she could say another word, he grabbed the joint from her, and inhaled a lungful of the harsh, acrid smoke. He held it down while he took a second toke, and then he passed the joint back to the woman with the big tits.

"What's your name?"

"Doug. What's yours?"

"Sharon."

She passed the joint back to him, and Doug smoked it all the way down. The roach began to burn his fingertips.

"Do you have a clip or something?"

"Naw. Just ditch it in an ashtray."

Doug stared at Sharon's tits, watching them as they rose and fell, shimmering slightly with every breath she took. Her breasts were so fucking unbelievably huge, he knew he just had to touch them. The grass filled up his brain, and he got caught up in the moment. Unaware that he was doing so, he reached out squeezed one of her tits.

"Please, don't do that."

"Oh."

As if he'd been burned by a hot flame, Doug quickly pulled his hand back. He was stunned and confused by her reaction. This was an orgy, wasn't it? Why'd she go and thrust those damned tits into his face if she didn't want him to touch them? More than anything else, Doug felt embarrassed and hurt.

"Oh, come on, now. Don't get all gouty and everything," Sharon said. "I can explain."

Doug shrugged. "That's okay. You don't have to."

"Hey, this really is good stuff, isn't it?" From out of the tiny pouch she had tied around her wrist, she removed another joint. She put it in her mouth and lit it. "Here, have some more."

They passed the joint silently back and forth between them, until it was all smoked down into an ash. Doug was wrecked, and he still wanted to touch those tits. He wanted to bury his head between them, and probably get lost in them. But she still put him off.