Kenneth Dylan
Orgy Afternoon

WW-104
Chapter 1

As she drove the brand-new convertible through the big gates, Linda Carter knew that she should be very happy. But the feeling of restlessness and excitement that had been alive in her gorgeous body for some time now was throbbing and racing in her being and she could not imagine what was wrong.

She and Bruce had been married for a year. She adored her handsome young husband, and she loved being the very rich Mrs. Bruce Carter III, but even that was not enough anymore. Something was missing and she had to find out what it was.

She pulled up and parked the new car in front of the garages. She was glad that she would not have to listen to all of the good wishes that servants would ordinarily force upon her just because she had a new car. She had told Bruce early in their marriage that she wanted to do her own work and run her own house and Bruce had not argued with her. He never argued with her. Whatever she wanted to do was fine with Bruce.

It was a lazy spring morning and she wished that Bruce could be at home with her for the day, but he had taken the Cessna upstate and he would be busy for most of the day. And when he got home they would shower and change and dine in town and then go looking for something interesting to do.

For some reason, she remembered the morning that she had picked up the hitchhiker and just thinking about that made her skin prickle and she could feel a warmth and inner excitement building up in her loins and that delighted her.

She went into the big, tastefully furnished house that Bruce had inherited from his folks and as she paused for a moment, gazing around her, admiring the beauty of her expensive furnishings, she felt the hot, trickling sensations between her legs and she knew that she had progressed too far. She would have to do something about the burning, seething passions that were alive and bursting in her body now.

For some reason, she was changing. She turned on so easily now, arid often had to do something drastic about her blazing loins and fulminating crotch. But, she had now reached the point where she could enjoy what she had to do. Masturbation had no fears for her anymore; she simply used the long, slender vibrator where it would do the most good and spent hours at that sort of thing.

She was nineteen now and Bruce was twenty-three. She was sure that their sex life was dull, unimaginative, and decidedly unsatisfactory.

They had been married for about six months and Bruce had been off on one of his frequent trips. She had gone into town to do some shopping and on the way home she had seen the handsome young man thumbing on the highway so she stopped and let him get into the car.

He was very good-looking, sort of tall and well built. But he was a mouse, a meek and mild young man and his clothes were awful and he was undoubtedly a high school dropout. He was very much impressed by her and when she gave him a big smile and one of her cigarettes, he told her, blushing charmingly, that she was the most beautiful young girl he had ever seen. He was sure that she should be a movie star, he said. She was so much prettier than any that he had seen so far.

That pleased her very much. She knew, of course, that she was very pretty.After all, there had been so many people telling her how lovely she was all of her life. During her high school days she had learned how intensely boys could react to her blonde, Nordic beauty and she took very good care of her person.

Her figure had developed beautifully. She had lovely, firm young breasts that jutted from her chest, sharply pointed bullets of bewitching flesh, and the coral-tipped rosettes and nipples were things of exquisite beauty and sensitivity. Her legs were glorious, everyone said, and her cute little rump was an absolute delight to see, according to Bruce. She was all pink and gold and glorious; a luscious girl and she was aware of it.

The hitchhiker told her that his name was Bernie and he was from the East and was going West to find a job and settle down.

"You must meet all kinds of people when you hitchhike," she said, smiling at him, knowing that she was dazzling him, turning him on, too.

"Sure do, ma'am," he said.

He crushed the cigarette she had given him, then sat back against the cushions. She could see that he was staring at her long, pretty legs, liking what he saw. She could tell quite easily and in her miniskirt and pantyhose she had lots of leg exposed for him to see.

"I guess you run into a lot of sex fiends, too, don't you?" she said conversationally.

The young man shivered and when he turned to look at her she could see that he was blushing. He was just too young and too naive to dissemble so he told her the truth.

"The men are the worst," he said. "I got a ride last night with a big truck driver and he hurt me. He made me do something to him all the while I was riding with him. He made me do it for hours. And I had to swallow it all each time he came."

She stared at the boy and she was suddenly trembling, on fire with raw sexual urges that she could not quite define.

"That's too bad," she said sympathetically.

The boy shrugged and his attitude seemed to suggest that those who hitched rides should accept whatever was thrust upon them. She felt sorry for him and then she felt sorry for herself. She was turned oil more intensely than she had ever been and she knew even before her thoughts crystallized that she was going to take the young man home with her.

Bruce would be away for a few days and she would be alone. They had few friends and the big gates kept unwanted guests out anyway, so she knew that she could have the boy stay with her for as long as she might want.

Her mouth was dry and awkward as she smiled at the boy and began making her pitch.

"Are you hungry, Bernie?" she asked.

He nodded and his smile was young and timid and wistful.

"I'm always hungry," he said.

"Didn't that nasty truck driver feed you, Bernie?" she asked, her smile sparkling at him.

"No, ma'am," Bernie said. "He just wanted me to do you know what. He made me do it to him all night long."

She shook her head and her long blonde hair swirled around her shoulders and she knew that it was an alluring sight to a young male. Bernie was a little pale and when she offered him another cigarette from the pack on the seat between them, he took it and lit it with a shaking hand.

"Bernie," she said crisply, "I've made up my mind. I am going to take you home with me and feed you and see if some of my husband's clothes won't fit you. You can take a shower and clean up and eat and rest. Would you like that?"

His big brown eyes were alive with interest and she thought that he was very good-looking when he smiled.

"That's nice of you, ma'am," he said. "But you better just let me out when you turn off. That will be fine."

"Nonsense," she said firmly. "You just sit still and let me do this. I'm taking you home with me and I don't want to hear one more word out of you about it. You understand?"

She had cowed him and that amazed her. He nodded and he was close to tears.

"Yes, ma'am," he said.

She pressed her foot down and the big car raced along in the morning sunlight. When she finally pulled up in front of the big iron gates she could see that her wealth impressed him greatly. She told him how to find the key and unlock the gates and after he locked them again behind them, she teased him a little about what she could do if she chose.

"You see," she said, "if I wanted to keep you a prisoner inside these walls, you would have to stay for as long as I decided. You would be my prisoner. Would you like that? "

He smiled at her, certain that she was just teasing him. She wasn't at all sure that she was teasing him.

He liked her house. He was obviously a poor boy and the magnificence of her home and its furnishings impressed him. She took him into the kitchen and he was certainly hungry. He sat in the breakfast nook and devoured three large sandwiches and a quart of milk. She sat opposite him and gazed at his nice-looking face and she could feel the wetness between her legs, the boiling excitements deep within her loins and she worried that she would not be able to go through the motions of seduction.

It was unbelievably easy. When he finished his milk, she smiled at him, then looked at his clothes and the filth that was in them. "You come upstairs with me," she ordered. "My husband is away for a few days, but I'm sure that I can fit you out in some decent things. You come along with me."

He said yes ma'am and followed her upstairs.

He was about the same size as Bruce and she got out an old shirt and a pair of pants that Bruce didn't wear anymore. Then she got clean shorts and an undershirt from Bruce's bureau and she put everything on the big bed. The boy was standing a few feet from the bed, watching her, adoring her, if. the look in his eyes meant anything. She smiled at him as she sat down on the edge of the bed. She was coming with a massive orgasm and it was so wet she was afraid that the sap would run down her legs.

"Take those filthy clothes off," she ordered. "You need a bath, young man."

She spoke to him with mock sternness but he accepted it for the real thing and obeyed her.

He took off his shirt, then dropped his pants and as he stepped out of them she could see that his underwear was dirty and in need of replacement.

"Take everything off," she said. "I am going to give you a good hot bath. You need it. You know that, don't you?" Linda persisted.

He nodded, then took off his undershirt and she could see the firm hard muscles in his back and his shoulders and his chest and the urge to touch him, to rub her hand over his body, was almost overwhelming.

When he hesitated and blushed, she smiled at him and she knew that she was really dazzling him with her beauty.

"I said everything, Bernie," she said. "I like to be obeyed. Especially in my own house."

His face got very red but he pushed his shorts down and she could see the big dangling phallus, the huge, puffy bag of balls beneath and she simply stared. He was built like a mastodon, she thought. The urge to reach out and handle his sexual equipment was too strong to deny. She gazed into his eyes and she crooked her finger at him. He came closer to her and she reached out and began handling his genitals with her little red-tipped hands and the boy shivered. She put her fingers around his harden-cock and then she was holding an immense organ, fiercely erect, already dribbling its sap from the big red knob. He had been circumcised and she was glad of that. He was much larger than Bruce and when she held his stiff cock away from his belly it measured ten inches. They measured it some time later. When she first encountered its magnificence, she simply stared at it, unbelieving, palpitating with wild and unbridled passions.

He was in agony, it seemed, "Don't," he said, his voice a plaintive whimper. "I don't want to make no mess in your nice house. If you handle it much, I will."

She was shivering and too excited to procrastinate.

"I want to suck you off," she said softly. "I will pop you a few times and then it will be all right."

He was shaking as he gazed down into her upturned face. "Yes, ma'am," he said. "Yes, ma'am."

He was almost too big to get into her mouth. She began licking the head of his cock and jerking him off. She managed to get the head of it into her mouth before he started spurting. She was tasting him and it seemed to her that his product was the sweetest nectar she had ever tasted. He kept on pumping her mouth full of his juice and she realized that his loads were exceptional, too. She lost track of things as she kept swallowing and sucking him. When she finally got her senses back she realized that he was whimpering in pain and she had her sharp nails deeply imbedded into his balls and he was again coming and she had much of his length in her mouth and he was spattering the back of her throat with his spendings. He was trying to push her head away and she realized that she was hurting him with the force of her suction. But she couldn't stop. She was helpless, driven and harried by an appetite that nothing could appease. She reached out and clasped his buttocks and she pulled him onto the bed with her. She slapped his hands as they tried to dislodge her head and then he seemed to relax as his weight settled onto the bed and she continued with her fierce assault upon the wells deep within his body. She kept at him for hours and when she finally quit, it was only because her mouth and jaws ached.

The boy was sitting up in the bed, propped against the pillows and the headboard and he had a soft, happy look on his face. He smiled at her when she finally gazed into his eyes.

"I sure did like that, ma'am," he said. "I really did."

"I'll bet you did," Linda said. She was still shaky and very much turned on. She was handling his cock and it was still stiff and leaking honey from its tip.

"Did you ever fuck a girl?" she asked him.

The way he blushed when she said the naughty word thrilled her and she resolved that he would hear lots of bad language from her because it tickled her to turn him on in that easy way.

He shook his head and the eager, hopeful look on his face made her laugh loud if not long.

She squeezed his stiff cock and he winced.

"You are sure as hell going to fuck a girl now," she said. "I want this beautiful thing in my cunt and in my mouth and in my ass, too, probably. I can't seem to get enough of it."

He was shaking again and she realized that her words were affecting him greatly. She leaned forward and put her palm beneath his chin, then kissed him on the lips. Her own lips brushed his back and forth as she kissed him intermittently while she talked to him.

"Would you like to fuck me, Bernie?" she asked him. She laughed softly as he nodded so quickly that she lost contact with his lips. "I will want you to fuck me, and I will want you to kiss and lick my titties and then you can suck my cunt for me. All growing boys should suck cunt. You agree, don't you?"

He nodded again and then he surprised her.

"I'm really good at that, ma'am," he said. "I been taught."

That surprised her. She sat up straight and gazed into his eyes and she could see that he was smiling very happily.

"Who taught you?" she asked.

He told her then about a very pretty young woman who had been a neighbor to his family and she had hired him to do chores around her house. She worked in a store and she took a liking to him. Then one day he had been inside her house and there was twenty dollars on the kitchen table and she was not at home. He took the money, figuring that anybody could take it and she could not know who was guilty.

"But she caught me and was going to tell my folks and call the police and I just went crazy begging her not to do that. I promised I would do anything that she could ever ask and she made me sign a confession that she would use if I was the least bit disobedient or reluctant to do as she wanted me to do."

Linda reached for her cigarettes and when she moved her legs she could feel the wetness and the slipperiness between her thighs. Her pants and her pantyhose were soaked and she would have to get out of them soon, but listening to the things that Bernie was telling her was extremely exciting and she wanted to hear it all.

"Millie, that was her name, was kind of mean about things," Bernie said. "She would make me do things around her house, things that a boy should not have to do. She would make me wash her hose and her underthings and sweep and vacuum and like that. It got so that she wanted me at her place whenever she was home. One night she asked me to take off her shoes and when I was at her feet, she smiled down at me kind of funny and she asked me if I could take her stockings off without ruining them. Then she pulled up her dress and I could see that she didn't have any pants on and she had lots of hair there. It got me all excited and she made me take her stockings off and then she sort of looked at me funny and giggled, then she said that I was her slave, her very own vassal, and because she had my confession she could send me to jail but she wouldn't if I did what she told me to do and did it just the way she wanted it done."

Bernie told her then how Millie had told him that he could please her very much if he learned how to relieve her tensions. She opened her legs, then she parted the lips of her sexual organ with her fingertips, telling him to lick her slit and then suck her till she spent. She taught him how to use his tongue on her clit and the very first time she came in his mouth, he discovered that he loved the taste of her juices and he became a very willing convert and vassal.

"Millie would come home from work and she liked me to be waiting for her. She would sit down and let me take her pants off and then I would relieve her for hours. And, if I made her come too quickly, she would punish me. She had a cat-o'-nine-tails and she would make me bend down and take my pants down and she would really give me what for with that. I was very careful how I did it for Millie because she was really brutal with the whips."

Linda listened to him with a mounting excitement building and overflowing in her loins and she smiled at him with bubbling joy and anticipation.

"You can do it for me, too," she said. "And I will whip you brutally if you don't do things exactly as I wish you to do them. Now, tell me more, what else did she do to you?"

The boy reported that Millie had been quite blatant about exposing herself for his benefit, and she persuaded him to shave all of the pubic hair from her crotch and thereafter he was in charge of her sexual parts, to keep them clean and dainty and well tended at all times.

"It was all right," Bernie explained, "and I really liked Millie but when she started going with Freddy, it was even nicer than before. Linda was puzzled about the matter of reciprocity involved in the boy's relationship with the older girl.

"Didn't she ever do anything to you?" she asked.

Bernie shook his head. "There wasn't any need to. I'd come just amusing her. After a while, she would buy rubbers and put one on me before she let me suck her. Because I would sure pop off several times when I was doing her. But, after Freddy came, we used to do lots of things. She told Freddy about her and me right away and he watched me doing her. He screwed her and they made me do her right afterwards and it was all right, but then she made me suck Freddy off and I had to do that lots of times, Once Freddy saw the size of my cock he wanted me to screw him up the ass and I liked doing that to him. Millie would be sucking him while I was screwing him and she was always looking at me while she was sucking on him and I liked that best of all, I guess."

He went on to tell her that his folks had finally suspected that he was being used for sexual fun and games and they began asking him questions all the time so he finally ran away. Now he was going West where he would live a nice life and try to be happy.

Linda kissed him, sweetly, gently. "You can stay a couple of days with me here and we can have some fun. When you have to go I will give you some money and some clean clothes and everything else that you might need and you will do just fine, I'm sure. Now, let's get on to the other things, shall we?"

She took him into the bathroom, mainly because she could smell him and once she had taken the edge off her powerful sexual urges, she wanted him to be clean and fresh and she told him to scrub himself and he obeyed her. She sat on the edge of the toilet, watching him as he showered with the big door open and when he saw that she was looking at his genitals his magnificent cock became erect and eager.

"Take your time, Bernie," she told him. "I will join you. I need a shower, too."

She stood up and he watched her with his eyes practically popping out of his head. She was looking at him, too, and it pleased her to see his cock spurting all over the walls when she bared her splendid breasts. She peeled off her pantyhose and panties and they were soaked and she stuffed the whole mess into the hamper. She smiled as she saw his gaze riveted to her smooth, hairless crotch. When she stepped into the shower and closed the door his cock was still spurting.

She hugged him close to her and told him to soap her body. He began doing it and she liked the feel of his hands on her tingling breasts. When he put his big fingers into her fevered slit, she came and had to clutch him and hold on for dear life while the rigorous tremors of a massive convulsion shook her entire body and forced her loins into exceptional production. She lost control of herself and knew that she was wetting all over her legs but she just didn't care, the water was washing everything away anyway. When he held her buttocks in his palms and lifted her body slightly, she could feel the glorious sensations of ecstasy as his massive organ began sliding up inside of her body. She could actually feel her tissues expanding and when he had it all inside of her she felt like something was shutting off her wind and her belly was ruptured, but the pure ecstasies that she felt as he began fucking her overshadowed any minor discomforts.

He was sliding himself in and out, holding her to him while the water cascaded down upon them, and she was sliding all over his chest and clinging to him with a frantic grip that kept slipping. Her body was in motion constantly and that seemed to contribute to the thrills that she was feeling within her depths and she began to experience an orgasm that just wouldn't quit.

The sensations of having a woman impaled upon his prick affected the boy apparently. He staggered out of the shower stall with her still squirming and prancing on his cock. She could sense that they were both wet and slippery down there and she managed to get out two words, "The bed," and then he was lumbering across her expensive broadloom and she was clinging to him, squirming all over his body. He settled her on the bed and climbed on top of her. His first thrust put her into orbit. He was plunging into depths of her being that had never been touched before and she could feel a wild, blazing, tearing sensation. Then she was screaming in purest ecstasy while the boy plunged in and out of her with pistonlike speed and when he came in her she could feel the spattering drops of his sap assaulting her innermost flesh like bullets from a machine gun.

She crested, too, and it dawned on her, eventually, that the wild, shrill yells that were all around them came from her. But she didn't care. She lay beneath him, feeling his weight on top of her, aware that he was resting, gathering his forces for another orbit. Then he was sliding in and out and she was soaring and building and it went on and on. Sensations that she had never even imagined thrilled her and brought a brand-new sense of serenity into her being.

They spent the day in earnest and excited screwing and she persuaded the boy to spend a few days with her. He was timid, worried about her husband but she was able to calm his fears.

Bruce called her just before she and Bernie were ready to sit down to dinner and he explained to her that he would be away for at least three days, perhaps four. With her hand on Bernie's stiff cock and her loins roiling and seething with new lusts, she just didn't care. She let Bernie hear Bruce repeat what he had to say and she was pleased to see that the boy was able to relax then. She was especially sweet to Bruce, and she told him a dozen times that she loved him deeply and earnestly and it was true. She did love him, and the things that she and Bernie were able to do were simply something apart and totally unrelated to Bruce and his inherited affluences and life with her.

When Bruce hung up she was filled with a sudden surge of exceptional passions and she began to salivate, drooling for the taste of Bernie's cock in her mouth. She knelt quickly and found it, then she was sliding her mouth down over its tip and her one hand grasped the long staff and began jerking it up and down while her other hand began tickling and plucking at the big balls that were dangling beneath his crotch. He was quick and responsive, interested in her and the goodies that she was exposing in her nudity. Somehow, they wound up in a frantic wrestling match that finally evolved into a lengthy and charming sixty-nine.

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.