Kenneth Dylan: Orgy Afternoon

"Let me put one of these lovely things into your cunt," he said. "And then I'll show you how to work it."

She was quite willing. She lay back and shifted her hips upward so that he could slide the big fat imitation cock into her depths. It felt nice and filling and she was quite thrilled with the gadget. He connected a couple of wires to some terminals on the end of the dildo and then he gave her a small gadget that was like the remote control switch she used for the TV. He showed her how to turn it off first. Then he pressed it down and she jumped as a warm, pulsating current began leaping and surging in the dildo. She could feel it and it was a lovely sensation. She knew that she could not stand much of that sort of stimulation without coming, and when he pressed the gadget again, a powerful surge of current began stimulating her and she popped.

She was unable to sit still and he held her and kissed her, then he increased the current and she began to shake violently as a brand-new type of stimulation teased and aroused her most sensitive flesh. She was coming fiercely and then she began a brand-new orgasm of even greater intensity and they were overlapping and she lost control of her brains and her body and she simply gave herself up to complete enjoyment of the fabulous sensations she was feeling. Bruce clicked the control again and then she was delirious, almost hysterical, and Bruce was helping her to get the utmost in pleasure from the gadget. He was kissing her lips and handling her breasts the way she liked him to handle them and she slid down on the bed, her whole body arching and sagging intermittently as the powerful currents raced through her. Bruce put his hand down there and he slipped the dildo out of her cunt, then he pushed it into her asshole and she went ape, clawing the sheets and kicking her feet around and she was aware that Bruce was staring down into her tortured and twisted face.

"If it's so wild, baby," he said, "I'll take it out."

"Oh, God, no," she whimpered. "It is so lovely, so wonderful, but I just keep coming, nicer every time."

"Isn't that nice," he said, smiling. He bent and kissed her squirming mouth and then he was gone and a second or two later she felt his mouth covering her spilling cunt and she knew that he intended to feast upon her quivering cunt for as long as she could stand it.

She stood it for hours and when she finally reached the stage where she was normal and utterly without interest in sex for a time, she shut the dildo off and Bruce took it out for her. They went into the bathroom and when she saw the state he was in, she sat him down on the seat, then knelt and quickly popped him.

They stepped into the shower together and she kissed him. When he put his hands on her private flesh and began to arouse her anew, she giggled.

She pushed him away and tilted her head so that she could gaze up at him with a harlot look. "Tell me the magic words," she ordered with mock imperiousness.

He shivered and she reached out to touch his cock. It was stiff and as hard as steel as it nestled against his belly. He stared at her with a bad-little-boy expression and then his face got a sullen look on it. She squeezed his cock and he gasped in pain.

"Tell me," she ordered.

"I love you," he said, "I adore you. I live only to serve you and make you happy. I want only to be your devoted slave."

She nodded, smiling happily.

"Kneel, slave," she said, "and I will give you your reward."

He knelt and then his upturned face was between her thighs and she reached out and turned the shower off. He closed his eyes and squatted down closer to the tile floor. She parted her legs and then she unleashed a hissing, endless torrent. She used her fingertips between her legs to guide the golden shower against his face, to turn it into a thin spray. She was snickering as she did it, enjoying what she was doing to him, knowing, too, that he loved it when she did that to him.

When it was over, she gave him her hand and helped him up onto his feet. His face was dripping and she moved close so that she could kiss his lips and she tasted some of her own fluid but she just didn't care. She reached out and turned the shower on again. The water cleansed them and brought them to a shivering realization that they were hungry and would have to do something about food.

They dressed and went out for dinner. She pirouetted for him before they left the bedroom and she could see the expression in his eyes and she knew that she was lovely. It was a grand feeling. She moved over so that she could kiss him and she gave him a little tongue.

"Don't get looped, darling," she said, softly. "I want you to fuck me when we come home. Try to remember that."

"Sure," he said, grinning. "Did you like your present?"

"Oh, yes," she said, her smile sparkling and her eyes dancing. "That is quite a gadget."

"I have another present for you," he said. "Even nicer. It will be delivered tomorrow."

She was tempted to make him tell her what the other present was but she didn't. She knew that he loved to surprise her and she was quite willing to be surprised.

They went to one of the town's better supper clubs and they had a leisurely, delicious dinner and they danced and then she saw Carol and Fred Stacy and they joined them. Carol was a stunning young blonde. She was only twenty-two. They had three handsome young kids who were Fred's by a previous marriage.

Bruce told her that Fred's was one of the richest and most influential families in the area. He owned a rock quarry and did little real work. He and Carol were very fond of her and Bruce and she was always a bit envious of Carol because of her well-groomed beauty. She had seen her in a swimsuit once and the glorious perfection of the lovely blonde's body was a bit upsetting and she could see why Fred adored his girlish young bride.

Carol was watching her too intently tonight and she felt a bit uneasy, but then Carol smiled at her and she patted Linda's hand.

"You are so lovely, Linda," Carol said. "It always transfixes me a bit. I just love to look at you."

"You can afford to be generous," Linda said. "You are so pretty it hurts to look at you."

Carol laughed with great merriment. "We can start our own mutual-admiration society," she said.

They had several more rounds of drinks and they smoked some more cigarettes while the band played a set for those ambitious enough to want to dance. Suddenly Carol sat back and gazed at Linda with undisguised interest.

"Did you two kids ever think of trying some outside fun and games?" Carol asked.

Linda stared at her. Bruce was watching her and she just didn't know what to say.

Carol laughed at her. "Oh, come now," she said, "you must have known that this place is alive with swingers and swappers and all sorts of groups. That's why many people move here. They hope to be invited to join one of the groups."

Linda looked at Bruce and she smiled. Then she turned back to gaze into Carol's lovely eyes.

"Do you two belong to one of the local groups?" she asked, wide-eyed, eager. Carol laughed softly and she reached out to pat Linda's hand again.

"Darling," she said, "Fred and I are members of the most select group. We are on the membership committee and that is why I am talking to you two. We love having you for friends but there are so many other things that we can think of to do with you and to you. We are quite inventive, dear."

Linda was so excited that she was shaking. Fred was watching her and Bruce was, too. Carol's eyes had never once left her face. Carol's hands covered hers on the table and she smiled into Linda's eyes.

"Do think about it, dear," she said. "We'll talk about it again sometime."

Linda shook her head. "No," she said. "Let's talk about it now. Bruce and I have discussed this sort of thing before." She turned to gaze at Bruce and she could see that he was quite interested and quite impressed by Carol's beauty. "How do you feel about something like this, dear?"