Chapter 13
May’s nervousness dissipated a bit as Susanne joined her. As turned on as she was, May was still a bit daunted by Robert’s big, brown staff. Susanne gave May a wink as she grasped Robert’s thick base and lifted it to expose his massive balls. Susanne giggled and winked again as she ran her extended tongue along Robert’s sac.
May copied her confident friend’s movements. Soon, each was covering the thick, dark shaft with kisses, licks, and suckles. Robert’s moans and the copious briny flow from his massive cockhead increased May’s confidence and passion. She wrapped her lips around the leaking glans and ran her tongue along the tip. Robert’s knees buckled for a split second at the intensity, and Susanne felt his powerful thighs flex against her hand and shoulder.
“Hey! No fair! I was going to do that,” Susanne giggled. She grabbed a ball of May’s braided hair and gently pushed May further down Robert’s veiny cock.
“Mmmmph. Mmmmph.” May gagged as the first few inches filled her mouth. Susanne mercifully pulled May off for a breath of air and then pressed her back onto the rod.
“Stick out your tongue, Sweety,” Susanne guided.
That helped, and May found a bit of a rhythm. Robert’s groans and precum flow increased until May found herself both longing for, and afraid of, Robert’s oyster shooting into her mouth.
“Aargh,” Robert moaned as he pulled out of May’s mouth with a slurp. “Here,” he directed, leading May to an ottoman on all fours. “And you,” she heard him say and then felt Susanne’s weight atop her.
“He’s going to fuck us both,” Susanne said with an excited whisper. May could feel Susanne’s hard nipples against her back and her hot breath against her neck, as she waited to be split open.
“Uuugh,” Susanne groaned in May’s ear. “As often as I’ve had him, I never quite get used to that first thruuust.”
May adjusted her hands to handle the added force of Robert’s weight pushing into Susanne. Susanne’s honey tresses fell around May’s face, tickling her. She felt a tickle from her loins as well, as a stream of excitement began to leak from her lips, dripping onto the leather beneath her. Oh my god, when will he finally fill me? May asked herself in a silent scream. She didn’t have to wait for long.
“Ooooooh,” May exhaled as Robert’s fat head worked against her wet lips.
“Yes,” Susanne whispered. “You can do it.”
As Robert wormed his girthy cock into her an inch at a time, May felt as if she was being filled like a balloon. But when he began to thrust, she almost immediately tremored. Robert was so thick that May’s nub was stimulated on both in and out strokes. And, she felt a pressure deep inside her, a pressure she had never felt before.
But, just as May was about to crest, he was gone! Robert had pulled out of May and re-entered her friend. And so it went. The Garden began to fill around the trio, as Robert increased his pace. The gathering crowd watched intently as each would get two or three deep thrusts before Robert switched to the other. Susanne and May were reduced to babbles and moans as Robert kept them both just on the edge of convulsion.
“Pleeeaaase,” Susanne finally managed.
Robert laughed, but showed mercy, as he prolonged his moments with each woman. Susanne went first, gripping May tightly as she spasmed and screamed her result. She breathlessly fell away, releasing May to focus exclusively on the rutting man behind her. Robert’s large hands grasped her hips, and he moved harder and faster. His bull-like balls swung against her button, and his head stretched her insides with every entry.
“My…gawwwwwd!” May shrieked as she crashed over the waterfall. Her elbows gave way, and she collapsed to the leather. Robert did not slow his assault at all, however, as he now pounded her, prone, into the ottoman. May cycled through another round of convulsions as she cried out in wordless screams. She lost sense of where she was until she felt and heard Susanne.
“Up, Sweety. He wants to give it to us,” Susanne said.
Only partially conscious, May allowed herself to be pulled back up to her elbows, and at that moment, realized Robert was facing them both, stroking his swollen cock. It was only seconds before his giant sausage exploded, sending thick streams into Susanne’s open mouth. May followed her lead and was rewarded with her own ration of the salty-sweet-musky issue. May swallowed instinctively, and then felt Susanne press her bee-sting lips against her own. A long, salty kiss followed, as the crowd around them broke into applause.
Chapter 14
May lay curled in Susanne’s arms as the crowd of a dozen or so of their bacchant friends dispersed into amorous couples and triples.
“See anything you like?” Susanne asked once they both had caught their breath.
“I’m not sure how you do it,” May answered.
“You said you wanted to enjoy the Garden!” Susanne laughed. “I think our friend Mrs. Vanderbilt and that gorgeous Persian could use a third,” she said with a kiss as she lept from the ottoman and skipped toward her target.
At that moment, May spied pretty red-haired Mary, entertaining a tall, handsome East Indian, Rajesh, in the central pool. May had admired the man from afar, and, much to her amazement, felt her desire re-emerge. She gathered her courage and joined the pair in the cool water.
An hour or more passed. May moved from one joining to another in a near-constant orgasmic state. At last, she could take no more and tumbled into the corner of an overstuffed sofa. She breathed a heavy, satisfied sigh and took in her surroundings. The smell and sounds of sex were all around her, but for the moment, she needed to block them out.
She looked toward the glass ceiling and the palm fronds that nearly scraped it. She smiled at a sparrow as it sang and moved from wrought iron beam to frond branches and back again. How they got in and out of the solarium was a mystery to her. May’s eyes followed the palm down. The white orchids were a contrast to the cascading geraniums of pink and red. A huge bush alight with stargazer lilies surrounded the base of the tree, and for the first time since she had started with Susanne and Robert, her nose could sense something other than cum or pussy. A woman’s deep moans drew May back to the Garden orgy.
Amazingly, Susanne was still at it. She was being impaled from both ends by the Persian and the Indian. Maria Vanderbilt lapped at little Irish Mary’s no doubt well-filled ginger puss. And her newest friend, the charming English Jenny, was sipping a cocktail and cracking jokes while riding Robert, cowgirl style.
“Oooh. We don’t have sausages like this back in England!” Jenny laughed. The gorgeous Turk, Said, stood in front of Jenny, offering her his glistening cock. Curvy Jenny flashed her blue-green eyes and proceeded to give the man a deep, no-hands suck without spilling so much as a drop of her drink. “Mmm. Yum. That goes surprisingly well with gin! I’ll have to come up with a name for that!” She laughed. May and much of the crowd laughed along with her.
The orgasmic glow faded from May, and she felt a sudden chill. She curled into an even tighter ball, but her teeth began to chatter. She didn’t want to leave her friends, but thought she should probably retreat to the steam room.
“Oh, my, you’re freezing,” a friendly voice said from behind her. It was Charles who had, sadly for May, not joined the Garden events so far. He looked down at her with his caring, dark eyes. “Don’t move.”