Sylvia, lost in the delirium of her continuing climax, was only vaguely aware when Hunt and Jack pulled their deflating cocks from the dual steaming holes between her widespread thighs. She was turned over on her back, and then Sam was fucking like a wildman inside her pussy. He made her cum twice in three minutes; then there was Tony, gentle Tony who rode her and carried her to new and unexpected heights of bliss… and then Jack, and after Jack, someone else. She screamed out her releases until she was hoarse, and her voice sounded like the croak of a raven.
Hunt shook her awake. “Hey… we’re taking a breather and then having supper. Don’t go to sleep on us… go take a cold shower. it’ll wake you up.” Staggering in weariness, she got to her feet. She stood, swaying, as a torrent of seminal juices flood down the inside of her naked thighs. Then she made her way toward the indicated shower. The last words she heard before the door swung shut behind her came from Hunt, it was a compliment, she supposed, but she was much too tired to think about it. Hunt said, with sincere admiration in his voice, “You know… that’s just got to be the hottest fucking pussy I’ve ever had. God, she’s a real goer.” And there was the weary rumble of assent from the other men.
When Sylvia got under the cold salt water shower, she discovered that she was crying… and it was the weeping of a small, frightened, lost child a long, long way from home.
CHAPTER TEN
For Tod, the entire affair was something out of an unbelievable wet dream. Here he was lying atop a circular bed surrounded on all sides of the compass by four of the most luscious nude women he could ever remember seeing in one room. Liz Hunt was stroking his cock gently. Sara had offered him her breasts which he had accepted gladly. Beth and Sally stroked his thighs and played with his scrotum.
He knew he was about to explode. The animal heat had been building up in him since his earlier unsatisfactory, but stimulating bouts with Beth and Sally. He wondered about their teasing him if that was part of the initiation. Then Liz had taken his hand and placed it down between her legs on her moist cuntal lips; she was so wet, so hot down there, that she couldn’t possibly be teasing. He began massaging it and was rewarded by a deep sigh from her.
Sara pulled her tit away from his mouth; she purred with excitement. “Your little ole tongue feels so good against my nipple just like a teensy-weensy kitty lapping up milk.” She licked her lips, “I bet your mouth would be even bettah if it were used someplace else. I mean… if you ever do that sort of thing ever?”
Shelton smiled up at her, teasing her, wanting her to say it. “What are you suggesting?”
Sara fluttered her eyes. “Well, I declare! You know.”
“Nope. I don’t know. Why don’t you just tell us all.”
“You ninny! You-all know very well what I’m talking about. How about using that college trained little old tongue right here.” She kneeled alongside and grasped the softness of her pubic hair in the palm of her hand. “This little ole thing right heah.” she squeezed.
Why sure, honey chile, why didn’t you say so?” Tod laughed. “Up north, we-all call that eating pussy’.”
Sara looked at him in mock seriousness. “You-all promise not to let on to anyone? Well, down south we use the same term.” She giggled then became serious again staring at him with an intense look. “Well?”
Tod started to roll over toward her, but Liz said sharply. “No!” Then she took the sting out of her refusal by ordering, “You just lay there, big boy, and leave the driving to us!”
Liz rose on her knees arid, raising a leg over him, straddled Tod’s hips. Slowly, very slowly, she began settling down on his hungrily throbbing cock. Tod watched her then felt his prick against her steaming cuntal lips. She spread the tight, hair-lined lips with her fingers then settled a bit more. A grimace of ecstatic pain crossed her face, and she rubbed her vagina back and forth against the head, lubricating it with her own vaginal juices. Then she settled down again. Tod, lost in the fabulous wonderment of the spectacle and the sensations, felt his fevered cock slide in the tight, elastic opening about two inches. Liz bobbed up and down, making little sawing motions that sent ripples of pure delight through his hardened penis. All three of the other girls were breathless and silent as they watched the huge cock slowly disappearing into Liz’s clasping, fur-lined vagina. Finally, when there still was about four more inches to get inside her, Liz merely closed her eyes in rapture and with a small, mewling grunt sunk down completely on it. God, Tod thought, what a feeling! Her vagina slid like soft melted butter down the length of his pole, and Tod could feel every twitching little muscle, every jumping little nerve in her voraciously devouring pussy. He felt the head of his cock touch and press in against her cervix. Liz did not make a movement. She merely sat there and allowed her uterine and vaginal muscles to do the work. For Tod it was one of the damnedest, most wildly sensual things he had ever felt. It was almost as if there were hundreds of tiny little leeches locking around his penis all of them hungry and nibbling at him with rubberized teeth.
In the midst of all this, Sara rose on her knees and straddled his chest. She looked breathlessly down at him and then offered her gently pulsating pussy as a tasty gift from the gods.
Tod looked up at the overhanging cunt, wide open and ready for anything he had to offer. The pink, moist lips of the vulva were shining from her heated vaginal secretions; the most amazing thing of all was a clitoris with the size and shape of a tiny cock. Even as he watched, it quivered with a life of its own. Never before had he had a cunt offered to him quite this sensuously. He took advantage of it, gladly, feeling an overwhelming power and sense of sexuality raging through his bloodstream.
Groaning, he cupped her full, supple buttocks in his hands and pulled the naked pussy toward his face. Sara squirmed and squealed as his teeth clamped lightly on the clitoris; then she moaned when he used his tongue to maddeningly encircle the tiny engorged nerve. She almost collapsed in delirious enjoyment when his tightly compressed lips encompassed the clitoris and began milking it as though he were actually sucking the miniature cock. He drove his tongue in through the vaginal lips and for the first time tasted the pungent nectar of her cunt. It was delicious; it acted as a powerful aphrodisiac to his already raging desire. He licked, he scoured, he lavished, he teased, he sucked… all the while vigorously kneading her buttocks.
Sara came before Liz, cumming with a shrill Confederate War Cry of delight and release that could have been heard on the other side of the island. She ground her cunt down against his face; she attempted to bury his face between her rampaging thighs. All to no avail! Each time she sought to smother him with her voracious cunt, he used his teeth against the clitoris or drove his tongue deeper into her vagina. The bliss was too much for her each time, and she was forced to pull away. Finally, trembling and panting in exertion, she came… and came… and rolled over almost dead to the world.
Liz, meanwhile, had continued her devastatingly sensual exhibit of the use of interior muscles. She was wearing though, and Tod could sense she was probably ready for the whole of his cock to take over. Sure enough, a moment later, she began tentative little movements of her pelvis. Up and down… around and around. Little movements that brought an inexpressible look of animal lust and sexual happiness to her flushed face. She moved up, up, all the way until only the bulging head of the sperm-loaded cock was still inside her. The seven-inch shaft glistened in the reflected light like a silver-white column supporting two ivory globes. Liz kept it that way, her eyes closed, and her tongue quivering restlessly on her lower lips. Tod pushed up and was rewarded by a low guttural moan of ecstasy as his hardened flesh drove in four more inches. He dropped back to the mattress, and slowly like a descending elevator her cunt slid teasingly down the shaft again.