Lily, on her back on the bed, felt the boy's mouth covering her inflamed flesh; she popped right away and then began to gasp and whimper and moan with an excess of sexual agitation and she began to enjoy what the boy was doing and her whole being became involved.
She knew that Lennie was again using the camera and she could feel the heat of the lights on her body but she was too wrought up and caught up in sexual frenzies to care about anything, especially how she was acting.
She was aware that the other boy had arrived upon the scene and he was busy with her person, too, and she could enjoy the blazing agonies that came alive in her midsection when one boy rammed himself into her rearend and the other one had his stiff cock far up inside of her cunt and she was clawing the air with fierce and awful convulsions of exaggerated sexual bliss.
She lost all semblance of reason and decorum and she became an animal and she had a grand and glorious time, a time filled with abundant joys and varied and intensified thrills and sometimes she was conscious and sometimes she was not, but at no time did the exquisite sensations of extreme sexual pleasure diminish. It went on and on and she could feel each different act as it occurred and, for her, there was greater sensation in some things than in others.
She remembered that Lennie ran out of film and by then no one cared. He had more than enough on film and they simply went on and on, too immersed in sexual activity to stop, too eager to enjoy and to exploit each other. In time, exhaustion set in and they rested and when she finally got her senses straightened out, Lily was alone and she was glad about that. She was worn out and it felt like every bone and sinew in her body was strained and pushed out of shape. She stretched out in her bed and that was a grand feeling, almost sexual in its pleasurable nature, she thought.
She slept and her dreams were strange and distorted, bits and pieces of a strange erotic flavor. She rarely had any dreams, but she could not remember ever having sexual dreams either, but she was new at the sex business so she couldn't be too sure about a lot of things.
She woke and it was sort of gray in her room and she could not imagine why she had stopped sleeping. Then she saw that one of the boys was in the room with her. She could barely see him. She lifted the covers of the bed and he got into the bed with her.
She said, "Hi, Leslie."
He said, "I'm Mark."
She reached down and felt his immense erection and she sighed as a swift tide of seething thrills raced through her body and alerted her to the pleasures that were possible.
"I woke up and it got so hard I just couldn't sleep. You want to suck it for a while?"
"Sure," Lily said. "Let me get down in the bed."
The boy turned onto his side and she folded her legs up so that she could get his cock into her mouth and then she began sucking him and she felt like a nursing child. He was constantly exuding his honey and she was greedy and ambitious. He came and she devoured him and then she wriggled herself into a position of greater comfort and she kept on sucking him. In time, he came again and then she wanted more. She could tell that the boy was almost asleep, so she shifted in the bed and straddled his face with her hips and he began licking her, practically by instinct and then she went on with what she was doing.
She had it all worked out in her mind that she was going to be very calm and ladylike and not let him suck too much out of her but once his nimble tongue and mobile lips began their insidious and inflammatory work, she began having one orgasm after another and she just couldn't seem to stop. Leslie became very enthusiastic and she was shaking and gasping and her whole body was throbbing with furious sexual urgings.
The boy was virtually inexhaustible, which she knew, of course, but as time passed and he maintained his erection she found that she was filled with a rather startled sense of very real appreciation for the young man's stamina and virility.
It was daylight in the room when she became aware of things again and she supposed that Carol's arrival was the reason for her struggle to become alert. Carol was standing beside her bed, watching her and Leslie as they sucked on each other and she could tell from the slack, puffy look of Carol's face that she was really turned on. She sat up and reached for a cigarette. Carol smiled at her and she held her hand out for a cigarette, too.
"Hi," Lily said, "join the party."
"I intend to," Carol said. "I am so damned hot I can't stand it. It's only about six in the morning so we have time." She was wearing a thin nightie and she gazed at the boy in the bed with Lily. "Go get your brother," she said, crisply. "We can use both of you."
The boy jumped out of bed with a speed that surprised Lily. He seemed to be afraid of Carol and she could not imagine any reason for that. He went out of the room and Lily noticed with a feeling of great joy, that his big cock was still fiercely erect and quite ready for action. Carol smiled at her and then the older girl began getting out of her nightgown. When she was naked she got onto the bed and Lily's hands found the firm, rubbery breasts and as soon as she had their fullness in her palms, she heard a quick, agonized gasp from Carol and then the lovely brunette began shaking and Lily knew that Carol was having an orgasm of great intensity and she began massaging the warm, svelte flesh in her hands, and as Carol's sexual convulsions deepened and became more intense, Lily squeezed and hurt the delicate flesh, knowing that she was intensifying Carol's sexual ecstasies by increasing the anguish of the moment. She held Carol then as the last vestiges of a massive orgasm worked its way into oblivion and she began kissing Carol's soft, sweet mouth, she slid into a position where she could find Carol's sex with her mouth and then Carol bent forward and found her crotch, too, and they were very busy with a wild and sensually rewarding sixty-nine when the boys walked in on them.
Carol's frenzies were too intense to be satisfied by cunnilingus only, and so she moved away from Lily, and she opened her legs, spreading the lips of her too red cunt while she crooked a finger at one of the boys. Lily watched, knowing that Carol was going to have herself a time with Leslie who was fresh from sleep and rest. She could see that Mark's cock was still reddened from the fierce suction she had employed upon it.
Carol sighed and she wriggled her bottom contentedly against the boy's hips as he slid his cock into her. The voluptuous joy that Carol was experiencing was very apparent and watching her getting fucked so furiously got Lily turned on and she beckoned the other boy to come and climb on top of her. She shivered with delicious thrills of great pleasure as the boy's long cock slid into her and she was sure that every single nerve ending in her whole sexual region was alive and throbbing and aching with a need for relief.
She began moving her hips around and that got the boy into a state of high excitement and he began plunging into her with fierce, savage thrusts that gave her great, surging thrills of pure sensual delight. She was moving toward a quick orgasm and that distressed her a bit because she wanted it all to last for a long, long time and she knew that it would not because she always lost track of things too quickly and the heavy throes of sexual ecstasy began to throb and seethe in her loins and her brains went haywire and she became animal, acting and reacting to erotic stimuli too splendid to endure and she drifted and soared and throbbed and her loins spilled their distilled honies and when she became aware of things again she saw that Carol was licking her boy's prick and he was enjoying that, too. Her whole midsection felt like it had been stretched out of shape and hurt and aroused beyond all reason.