Kenneth Dylan: Orgy Afternoon

He walked up to her and then she was in his arms and they were kissing and panting and tonguing each other's mouth and he practically lifted her off her feet.

He put her into the car and she slid over. "You drive," she said. "I'm so horny I'd wreck us."

"I am, too," he said, smiling at her. "You know what that outfit does to me. I get so nervous I am liable to smash us up."

She leaned close to him and her lips found his and she kissed him with a wet mouth. She was drooling and they both knew it.

"Drive on deserted streets," she said shakily, "and I'll suck you off. That will take the edge off for you. Then you'll be able to drive just fine."

He gave her his idiot grin and her heart lurched, filled with love and boundless affection for the handsome young man who was sitting beside her. She looked into his big brown eyes and she could see the little imps dancing in them with great glee. When she touched his crotch she could feel the immense erection he had. She shivered and her hand molded and caressed his meat from outside his trousers.

"You'd better get us out of here," she said, "or sell a few tickets. One or the other."

He kissed her and he was just as hot as she was. "Baby," he said, "I don't know what I would ever do without you."

She snickered. "You don't even know what to do with me."

He started the car and drove it out of the airport grounds. The top was up and there was a feeling of great privacy in the car. She began unzipping his pants and then she got his big cock out. Her fingers slipped inside and began handling his balls and as soon as he began driving in a rather deserted country road, she bent down and put her face into his lap. She got him into her mouth and as soon as she began tasting him, she lost her head and started sucking fiercely, flicking her tongue back and forth against the sensitive throat of his stiff cock. She could feel the throbbing begin. He had to stop the car while he shivered and shook with the rigors of a frenzied orgasm and she swallowed contentedly, tasting, savoring, forcing more and more his nectar from him, feasting shamelessly, as eager as any gourmet at work. She wriggled herself into a position of greater comfort and then she began sucking him again, slowly, expertly, seeking more of his honey, but in a ladylike way, she thought.

He began driving again and she kept his organ in her active mouth all the way home. When he pulled into the garage she flicked her tongue lightly and expertly against supersensitive meat and then he was erupting again and she was devouring him with a hunger that drained him dry for the time being.

She was coming, too, and she could feel the wet, trickling sensations between her legs as she enjoyed the harsh, pulsing thrills of exquisite orgasm. She was always like that; as soon as she began sucking a prick her own loins would begin seething and gathering. Each time she would reach a special plateau of purest sexual sensation, her loins would quiver and clench and then the lovely orgasm would begin and last for a long time. Then, when it was over, she would be sexually quiescent for a moment and then it would all begin to build anew. All of this would happen just because she was busy with sexual activity and no one would have to touch her at all. She had learned over the years, that she could experience the most delicious orgasms by not being touched. But, when she was being attended to by a partner, she would have to shift gears emotionally so that she could accept and enjoy the efforts of a partner. But she was always glad to shift gears. She was a dedicated, eager hedonist and she knew it. Bruce knew it, too, and he loved her for it, he said. And, he certainly was willing to join her at any time. Any old time at all.

He told her how much he liked her new car and then he stood with her for a moment or two, gazing around him at the beautiful countryside that was below them. Hidden Knolls was a very wealthy and select community and he had told her that its inhabitants were snobs, but they were delightful snobs.

She had read once in a magazine about the swingers in her select and exclusive community and she had teased Bruce once about joining some of the well-publicized groups and he had been only too willing. Now she was beginning to wonder if discussing the matter again might not be in order.

Bruce got his luggage from the trunk of the car and they went inside the house. He carried his bags up to their bedroom and Linda went along with him. She was still horny, probably even more so now than ever, simply because she had had a taste of him and she was soaked between her legs. He put his bags on the bed and while he opened them, she began peeling off her pantyhose and then her pants. Her miniskirt did little to hide her crotch and when he saw the cute picture she made with her hairless slit exposed for his admiration, he took her into his arms and they kissed passionately, and his fingers went to her crotch.

He had a way of resting his palm against her pubic bone while he rubbed her there and his fat middle finger rode back and forth in the slippery trench, and then, when she was practically writhing in sexual frenzy, he would let his finger slide into her seething well and his palm would move in a way that teased her clit into a state of great excitement and she would begin to shiver and shake, the quivers and quakes of orgasm would begin and she would kiss him, tonguing his mouth frantically while her loins would clench and spill with ecstasies of great magnitude.

She loved it when Bruce did that to her and the woman's one-track mind desired more.

He pushed her down onto the bed and he knelt and licked her drenched flesh, licking her white thighs like a hungry dog and then, just when she was sure that she was going to die of frustrations, he would zero in on home plate and she would feel his stiffened tongue sliding into her hole and his fingers would tease her clit. Just at the right moment, he would shift his mouth, move it upward to capture her clit, and then his tongue would do its work. As soon as she began to spend and spill her honey, he would move his mouth down to the place of greatest torment and while she was coming he would suck fiercely at her pulsating cunt. He was expert and she knew that he loved the nectars that he was able to suck from her crotch. He was always telling her about that. Too, he was always thinking up new ways to make her give him more of his favorite delicacy.

He was especially hungry for her now and she twisted and turned, writhing and squirming in delicious agony while his tongue and lips drained her loins of their juices. When he was finally willing to quit, she was limp and utterly enervated, too weak to move.

He sat down on the bed beside her and he lit two cigarettes, placed one of them between her lips. He helped her to sit up and she moved helpfully so that he could get her blouse and bra off. He loved her naked breasts and they were so pretty, so pertly perfect, she was glad to have him look at them. She puckered her lips in a long-distance kiss for him and then she grinned as she reached out to touch his fierce erection.

Bruce said, "I brought us some presents."

She was suddenly alert, smilingly eager to see what he had brought to her. He opened a small black box and took out a large dildo. There were other boxes and they all contained parts and equipment that was designed to go with the first dildo he showed her. There were at least six dildos of varying sizes, a chastity belt-type harness, and many parts and gadgets.

He explained it all to her. There were dildos of different sizes that could be fitted into the rectum and the vagina and then energized by a battery. Too, the dildo that became a simulation of the male organ could also be energized and the whole assembly was remarkably clever.

He was playing with her sexual flesh while he talked to her and she became decidedly wet and soupy down there. He was smiling at her, then he kissed her, sweetly, happily.