Kenneth Dylan: Orgy Afternoon

When their passions eased somewhat they were able to eat a cold dinner, but neither of them cared. Linda was entranced and enchanted by the opportunity to have her very willing and inexhaustible stud for a little while. Bernie had no purpose at the moment other than to amuse her and thrill her and delight her in any way that she might suggest.

She was inventive and they spent the evening in her big bed. She was able to shiver and squirm delightedly as he pushed himself into her again and again. He was willing, eager to please, and glad that he could be able to do all of the things that she might desire from him.

She was a glutton, she knew, using him and his splendid prong again and again, then allowing him to lick arid suck her cunt during the periods when he had to replenish his store of energy and sap.

When they bedded down for the night, she sucked his cock, forcing him into new and deeper anguish but he tried nobly to accommodate her and he never did fail her. She became extremely expert with her tongue and her clinging, sucking mouth. She was insatiable, constantly at him, emptying him and forcing him, until she finally became too tired to continue.

She slept and tasted him as soon as she woke. He was completely refreshed, ready and eager to spend another day of frenzied thrustings and passionate efforts and she used him again. Perhaps, because she knew that she would have to send him on his way soon, she was especially eager to enjoy him in every possible way, sucking him off, licking and kissing him until he achieved a new and more remarkable splendor, then she wanted him inside of her and he fucked her fiercely and ruthlessly, and when she was eased somewhat in her vaginal canal, she wanted his huge organ in her asshole and she thrilled anew with a brand-new, usually neglected set of nerves and ecstasies. Afterward they showered and sat and talked and smoked cigarettes until their loins stirred again and began clamoring for more excitement and unbridled pleasures for the single-minded duo.

She kept him with her for three days and nights and she drained him dry before she took him out onto the highway on the morning of the fourth day.

He was wearing some of Bruce's clothes and he had a hundred.dollars of her money in his pockets. She kissed him good-bye, wishing that it didn't have to be that way, but Bruce was coming home in a few hours and she would pick him up at the local airport and take him home and do nice things for him.

"You must never call me or come to see me again," she told the boy with great solemnity. "Not ever. You hear?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said, with a shy smile. "But, I will sure keep you in mind. I sure will think about you."

"I'll bet you will," Linda said. She kissed him again and then let him out of the car. She drove up the highway to a turnaround and when she drove back toward her home she saw that he had disappeared. Someone had picked him up already, she assumed.

She thought about the boy as she drove home and all the while that she was cleaning house and putting things to rights, she thought about her stolen idol with Bernie and she questioned the wisdom of sending him away forever. After all, she could have been clever about things. She could have arranged to keep him near so that his splendid cock was always available.

Then she thought about the benefits of being the very rich Mrs. Bruce Carter and she knew that sending the boy away had been the right thing to do.

Thinking about it now, she could remember the pleased reactions she had induced in Bruce when they made love right after… his return home. Bruce loved getting sucked off, probably more than anything else and when she did it for him, he was amazed by her sudden expertise. From then on, he was always after her to do it more frequently.

Usually, when they woke in the mornings, Bruce would let her suck him off to start with, then they would shower and while they were having a fine time feeling each other up, he would bury his cock in her cunt and they would wind up fucking savagely on the floor or the bed or wherever they happened to be at the moment that their passions blotted out all other senses.

She would be fine for a while after Bruce went off to work and then the familiar yearnings would begin itching in her loins and she would begin to seethe and boil. When the blazing, searing sensations began she would simply masturbate and keep it up until some of the torments within her ceased.

Bruce was sympathetic about things. She told him about herself, and they talked things over at length one night.

"I was all right until I began sucking your cock," she told him, a bit mournfully. "That did something to me, and I get so turned on when you leave me, I practically strain my wrist taking care of my needs. I wish you could spend more time with me."

He explained that he would like to spend more time with her, too, but he simply could not.

"Maybe I could hire a handsome young boy to keep you company," he said, teasing. "That way you would have a nice big cock handy whenever you might want it."

She grinned at him. "Let's try that, shall we?"

He didn't say any more about the matter for a day or two, then he brought home the mechanical dildos arid the battery-operated vibrators and she stared at them, not at all sure that they would be much help. But, surprisingly, they were and she used them all the time now.

She was going to use them now. She loved her new car and she loved her husband but she was really turned on something wild and just thinking about Bernie and the lovely time that she had known with him was doing awful things to her. She closed the front door behind her and climbed the stairway to her big bedroom. As soon as she walked into her room she began shucking her clothes off.

She could not stop thinking about Bernie. She simply could not calm down, and even as she began searching for her favorite dildo, she thought about the sight of the boy's huge, dripping cock and she was suddenly drooling, feeling the saliva sliding from the corners of her mouth.

She began with the dildo, then switched to a favorite vibrator. She lay on her bed, her legs kicking and threshing wildly as her hands and the mechanical dildo began bringing her a sort of trucelike peace.

It was a long, long time before she was able to think about things, but when she sat up in her own bed, smoking, knowing that she was breathing too quickly, too shallowy, she knew that things could not go on as they were going now.

She would have to think of something.

Bruce had the people at the airport call her and she was waiting for him when he set the Cessna down and parked it. She watched as one of the airport mechanics talked with Bruce for a time, probably getting instructions about how to care for the plane. Bruce was very fond of the Cessna and he always took very good care of that which he cared about. She sighed and stretched and then checked her face in the mirror on her visor. She was quite pleased with the way she looked.

The long, involved sessions of masturbation that she had enjoyed for most of the day did wonderful things for her. She would often spend hours using the vibrators and some of the other little gadgets that Bruce bought for her and himself, too. He was very good about that. Most of the things that he bought were capable of use by both.

She got out of the car and stood beside it as Bruce began walking toward her. She knew that she made a very fetching picture standing beside the gleaming red convertible. She was sure that she looked like something out of Playboy and she was proud and filled with Jove and seething ardors. She could see Bruce's adoring grin and she knew that she had done well with her appearance. She was wearing his favorite miniskirt and pantyhose and with her bright blonde hair hanging down her back she looked like a pretty young thing out of junior high. She loved to work hard trying for the very young look. She was sure that Bruce was especially horny for very young girls, kids, practically. She couldn't hate him for that. Many men were like that, she knew.