Still with only brief, low-pitched words to guide her, she at last dropped from the beam and stumbled over to where the pile of rubber mats had been stacked so that, as she was pushed back on them, her booted feet just was clear of the floor. Painfully conscious of the ridges of rubber beneath her burnished bottom, she tiredly but obediently parted her legs and fell back with outstretched arms, knowing now that she was to be faced with the ultimate test and already feeling her eager nipples send their aroused shocks through her expectant body.
Almost immediately she was subjected to myriads of shades of strong and subtle stimulation. Some of them, boys and girls alike, had apparently stripped themselves while others, it seemed, had only partly denuded themselves. Before they'd finished with her, or she with them, Maryon judged they'd all participated in one way or another. In her blindfolded state, and with the delectably confusing sensations breathtakingly and mind-fillingly engendered in her, she could never hope to recapture exactly the order and manner in which they satisfied themselves on and with her. The evening became to her memory a lost living legend of lust, full of peaks and valleys and climbs and drops.
Sometimes a hand on her wrist would encourage her to grasp a hot hard stem of flesh and gently stroke or furiously frig it. Or it might be nylon-stockinged legs that would part to let her pulsing fingers slide into a wet and unknown cunt like clenching calipers. Twice by the taste a twinkling twat presented itself to her questing lips for a kiss, and another discreetly covered her head within the confines of a hot and humid skirt before edging along to place its pelvic bones firmly between her jaws so that coarse hairs wound their way between her teeth as she obligingly munched. Her breasts were continuously ravaged by a round of chewing, biting, nipping, sucking mouths until she could feet her young cherries of nipples swell to bursting point and her puffed areolas corrugating to agonies of stirring sensitivity. And all the time at the center of her sex were foreskinned pricks and bare-headed bones; long-nailed roving fingers that raked her succulent flesh like razors, and blunt-ended ones that toyed tantalizingly with her tremorous clitoris; sharp-tipped tongues that impudently prodded into her, and duller, broader ones that were content to lick and lave her unprotesting and protuberant little labia. Hands fondled and caressed and kneaded and tickled her so that she writhed in exquisite delight under their never-ceasing embraces. Now a hot, struggling nude body would lie heavily upon her while helpful hands opened her up and slid the stranger's leathered loaded length into her, briefly… now a cockless crotch would jerk fitfully raspingly against her own and softer lips would search about her mouth with urgently desirous response… now hands would reach beneath her and rend her callipygian cleft while a voided sensuous mouth hotly supped on the split semi-spendings of a former occupier… now a lean and rubbery smooth and slender prick would bob for a moment against her cheeks before, her jaws prised roughly open, it found a honeyed haven. And meanwhile her hands were busy at breast and ball and cock and cunt, her desire mounting at a squared rate to theirs until she cried out around a mouthful of pendulous bollicks and twisted her head and petulantly pounded her hips up and down on the rubber mats, and reached and hooked with her black-booted legs to drag someone, something, any one or thing, into the hollow-echoing emptiness between her burning thighs that, mute, could not itself cry out for the filling it craved, mouth and mutter as it might.
Even so at least two of the boys shot their fiery sperm into her depths before she reached her first agonized orgasm, leaving her in the short interval between their insertions a sobbing, wrestling wreck who thought for a despairing second that they would cruelly let her suffer and so increased to a frenzy her manipulations upon someone's silken bag of nuts with one hand and a bulging, burgeoning bundle of flaring flesh with the other, with the immediate result that twin spurts of warm wet cream shot slithering along her arms. Giving thanks as the second, slimmer length was placed against her puckering lower lips and pushed within, she squeezed her handfuls dry and felt them replaced by another plump prick and a hot hollow that clamped about her paired fingers like a rubber glove.
Her own vagina began to clench and quiver uncontrollably as the intruder began to slide smoothly in and out of it, and she would have gasped at each incredibly reaching incursion had her throat not been blocked by the domed end of a meaty hot-dog of a prick that was engaged in dripping its mustard into her. At last her volcano overflowed and hot lava melted away her walls as, with eager, striving lips, she let the swinging hammer between her thighs batter away at her cervix and breach the last quivering crack in the innermost recesses of her yawning chasm. Golden magna scorched her and, as if blocked by the still plunging piston of prick that now, too, was jetting into her, the glorious glow backed up and filled her boiling belly. And soon her whistling breath was escaping into some new luscious questing quim athwart her jaws as a third battering-ram charged up her galvanized gulley and thudded imperiously at her closing gates to demand entrance… which demanded request she acceded to with redoubled pleasure.
Each new entry was welcomed into her marinating maw until she lost count of the number of times she liquidly, lovingly, lasciviously spent her cuntish kisses on the invaders. Whether those she masturbated to magnificent maturation also plucked up enough new Cassanovan courage to enter her, she didn't know. Or whether he that, kneeling over her, straddled her waist and jerked himself off between her creamy, satiny breasts with the aid of at least one girl – her breast dipped brushingly into Maryon's mouth like a small, shapeless silken bag with a marble in its end – also, shrived and shaven, entered her seminary in search of guidance and fulfillment…
Toward the end she only was dimly aware that she was the blind center of a pile of wriggling, sweaty, cum-smeared, spittle-slobbered bodies whose every touch to her flesh sent darts of desire from their point of contact direct to her clamoring cunt, and whose often ineffectual, jaded javelins left still unrequited quarts of quim-oil in the rubber barrels of her bowels.
Later, led to a washroom, she finally emerged, dressed, to find the gym deserted and somewhat crudely cleared up.
Numb in mind and body, her psyche soothed and shocked by turns of memory, she thoughtfully and wearily went home, grinning ruefully at the fancy of her mother's reaction, should she ever learn where she'd been this evening. But Lois wasn't home yet.
FIFTEEN YEARS OLD
Long before the winter of '66 came upon her, Maryon had grown tired of the constant fucking and fooling at the Bare-Stud-Cats' meetings. She was of a mind that there should be a time and a place for everything while they seemed to find pleasure only in using the auxiliary cunts as a place for their pricks, and at any and all times. So bored had she become, indeed, that she hadn't attended a meeting since summer, though Sylvia constantly urged her to come along and share the fun whenever a new member was to be initiated.
Conditions at home were still the same, with Lois beginning to put on a little weight and providing more TV dinners and excuses for her absence than ever. More for the sake of giving Sylvia something to tell the others than anything else, Maryon'd halfheartedly proposed Karen for membership and, to her surprise, the next day was urged to seek out the other girl and see if she wanted to join. Karen had grown more introverted, it seemed, and Maryon hadn't spent much time with the older girl, who more and more kept herself to herself and refused to participate in the usual school activities, she had been prevailed upon to portray Portia in the school production of The Merchant of Venice.