Her body had climbed from the plateau to the moment of truth. She was so close to cumming now that she could feel nerve endings vibrating like the strings of an aeolian harp. This was it, she thought. She reached toward those golden apples of the sun and then… realizing Tony had sadistically stopped, she screamed.
“Please… oh, God!” and deep shuddering sobs wracked her body.
She heard the voice, as though it were coming from a million miles off, “Don’t worry, Sweetheart. Here’s old long-tongued Jack.” And then, miraculously, she felt a new and different tongue down there; it moved in and out as surely and as strongly as a small penis. Above her impending orgasm, she could feel only love for this man who was doing this for her… she was there!
“I’m… I’m… “ she panted, and then screamed, “I’m cumming… I’m cummmmm-innnnnnng!” She writhed and twisted with inarticulate sounds of passion pouring out of her mouth; her face was twisted in a grotesque parody of lust, and her body bucked against the straps in deep feral abandonment.
Sylvia was only vaguely aware of someone else’s mouth on her left breast, another mouth on her right breast, and still another mouth on her lips. She opened her mouth gratefully to welcome the tongue… and could feel, over and above her own continuing orgasm, a new and different excitement building in her. Someone loosened the straps at her ankles, and she immediately raised her knees and splayed her legs even wider in a lewd invitation for anyone to do what they liked down between her thighs. Her hands were freed, and she put them around the neck of the person kissing her.
Now there were gentle ministrations going on about her cunt. Someone was stroking her gently down there and a second later, a large middle finger was tentatively inserted in her vagina. The finger began sawing in and out.
Sylvia, feeling a complete impotency to fight any further indignity to her body and emotions, simply lay back and let them do what they wished. A warm comfortable glow was spreading through her body.
Two mouths still sucked voraciously at her breasts, and she could feel her nipples coming back to life. The fire spread from her tits to her navel and then to her cunt, where two fingers moved in and out in a delicious harmony of pure sensation. Her flames were rapidly fanned by the rising winds of her own lustful desire. She wanted to cum again… she needed to cum again. She wanted to be fucked.
“Sylvia!” The voice was coarse, rough, demanding. Everything else was gentle, peaceful, loving. She ignored the voice. “Sylvia!” The fingers in her open cunt cruelly jabbed down there, and a fingernail painfully scraped her vaginal walls. She cried out and opened her eyes.
Hunt smiled when he saw he had her attention finally. She saw him kneeling between her legs, his face twisted in animal-like lust. Her eyes fell down his chest to his pot belly and to the erect penis standing out like a crossarm on a telephone pole from the bristly gray-black patch of pubic hair. He smiled as he stroked it. That rod, not as large as Shelton’s, still seemed monstrous in size. Sylvia continued to stare at it, and felt the return of shame again. She looked at Tony and Jack’s hungry mouths lock on her breasts, and Sam’s penis within inches of her own moistened lips. The awful realization of what was being done to her filled her mind with a great humiliation and despair.
“I’m going to fuck you 'til your eyes pop right out of that lovely little head of yours,” Hunt said. “You won’t be able to walk for a week after.”
“No… I… I don’t want… “she began.
Hunt simply said, “Shut up. Put it in for me.” He took her hand and placed it on his cock.
Sylvia pulled back as though she had touched a poisonous snake. It did her no good, for seconds later Hunt had her hand captive again.
“Put it in, I said,” Hunt growled.
“Oh, God… she began, and in abject surrender, tightened her hand around the rigid shaft of warm throbbing flesh.
“Go on,” he said, a little more gently this time, and lowered his hips to her widespread legs. “Stick it in… you know where it goes.”
She gasped and guided the blinded giant of a cock to the open cave of her cunt. She fumbled for a moment, then felt the thick bulbous head touching her cuntal lips. The touch of his hardened penis sent unwanted spasms of ecstasy surging through her abdomen. He pushed in, whining with pleasure as the huge prick slid through the portals of her femaledom.
“Ohhhhh,” she panted… “no…” and attempted to grind her buttocks down into the mattress to escape the impaling pain. The movement only brought her clitoris into electrifying contact with the sinking shaft. Hunt continued his merciless impalement and his cock slowly slid inch by inch into her piteously cringing pussy. He filled her completely, and she could feel every wrinkle, every variegation on his prick through the tortured walls of her vagina.
Hunt lay still for a moment, then made his cock jerk deep inside of her.
“Aaaaggh,” she responded, feeling the forbidden rapture spreading like warm honey through her loins. Her strained passageway rapidly became accustomed to the invading penis, and her low moans of protest changed to small, involuntary whimpers of uncontained pleasure. Hunt had begun rotating his hips as though he were screwing his cock in even deeper, and soon he had the head of it beating relentlessly against her cervix. He rocked above her, stroking in a long easy rhythm which she found almost intolerable in its sensation.
Tony and Jack had let up on her breasts. They kneeled atop the divan watching her face go from shadow to light as the clouds of passion boiled across her sky. She was panting now, her mouth open. Beads of perspiration had formed on her forehead, and her neck tendons stood out like steel cables.
She felt nothing new no shame, no remorse, no despair nothing! except that wonderfully vibrant cock that was fucking into her like a piledriver.
She saw Tony nod as if he were giving a signal, and Hunt suddenly stopped.
“What… what’s wrong?” she groaned, bewildered.
Hunt smiled mysteriously at her. “Nothing. I’m just going to let you be the boss now.” lie grabbed her buttocks, shoved his prick in as far up her cunt as it would go, then rolled over on his side carrying Sylvia with him. She was on top, looking down at him. She ground her buttocks up and down experimentally a couple of times, and felt happiness at what happened down there. She moved her cunt up and down the hardened pole at will. It was simply fabulous this way… she liked it.
Beside the divan, she saw Sam smearing some clear jelly on his penis. He looked at her, grinned, reached out, and began rubbing it around the tiny puckered lips of her anus.
“What… “ she began, startled by his action, and then yelped as his well-lubricated finger slid effortlessly deep into her rectum. “What… what are you… doing…? “ she grunted as Hunt locked his arms around her waist.
“Ready?” Sam asked.
“Go ahead,” Hunt ordered, then looked up at Sylvia’s disbelieving face. “Just relax.”
Sam slithered between her legs and stared at the unprotected golden mounds of flesh and its brown puckered little opening. He inserted a finger and began finger-fucking her.
“You can’t. Not both of you at the same time,” Sylvia cried, horrified. She turned to Tony for help. “You can’t let them.”
Tony, unexpectedly, laughed. “Darling, you must have double and triple features up in your swap club. Just relax. You’re with friends. We won’t hurt you.”
Sam cackled, and then, fiercely stroking his cock, he put the head against the tiny clenching anal ring and shoved.
Sylvia suddenly felt the straining elastic ring of her asshole give way under Sam’s relentless pressure.
“Aaaaagggghhh,” she screamed, and her face reflected pain and shame, and yet at the same time, some unfathomable thing.