Carol moved in on her and she opened her legs so that the lovely brunette could feast in her crotch and she moved so that she could feast upon Carol's sweet young flesh. They shifted into a sixty-nine and Carol was on top and Lily realized that Carol always managed to be on top, somehow. Then she forget about everything as she began tasting Carol's flesh and the sweetness that it yielded and she gave herself up to the enjoyment of voluptuous appetites. Carol was making soft, snuffling sounds and an occasional whimper and she was making noises, too, but she forgot all about everything else in a moment or two as Carol's harsh suction began stimulating her sensitive meat and she could feel the juices being dragged from her deepest depths. It was a sweet, thickening feeling and she was able to enjoy it and intensify its fury and then, when relief came, she was able to begin all over again and enjoy a whole new world of differing and varying ecstasies. Carol was a sexual vampire, feeding upon the flesh that was distilling dew drops of purest nectar and even as this thought occurred to her, she realized that she was doing the very same thing.
Carol finally stopped and she was sure that it was only because Carol's jaws ached from eating cunt. It had to be for that reason because her jaws ached, too.
They lit cigarettes and became aware of the two boys sitting on their haunches, cocks hard and eager, eyes bright and alert to the possibilities for more fun and games.
Carol said, "Look at those two. I swear they never quit.
"I don't want them to quit," Lily said. "I want more and more out of them. Golly, I never get enough. I never do."
Carol sighed. "I know. Why don't you let them both fuck you and then I will let them both fuck me, too."
Lily grinned at Carol. She loved that idea. The two girls sat on the bed, handling a boy's cock, while they enjoyed a cigarette and then Lily was ready for the double entry session. She had grown to like that little trick and Carol knew it.
One of the boys was on his back so Lily sat astride his hips. The boy's cock fitted right up inside of her and then she bent forward as she lowered on to the boy's belly. That left her other opening available and the other boy slipped his cock into that. Then, as the two boys began moving in her, Lily simply lost all control and she really flipped out. Her hips began shifting and squirming around and her whole being turned into a bright burning flame and she was able to throb and ache and seethe with sensations too glorious to describe or even analyze. The boys came in her and she never knew and she never cared. The blazing furies alive and glowing within her loins were simply too powerful to subside simply because others were subsiding. Lily was alive with weird and lovely sensations and she had no idea of what was taking place, where she was, or who she was. For a long time, she was a vegetable, glowing and burning with furious feelings of great bliss, and then she began to feel the gentler sensations of orgasm and awareness drifted back to her, in spite of the ebbing tide of sensuality and orgiastic splendors.
She was not too surprised to find that Carol was eating her again. Carol could get turned on something fierce, just by watching somebody get fucked or sucked. Any kind of sexual activity got Carol into orbit and she was the kind who would have to do something about her needs. She had told Lily at one time, that when she got stirred up, she had to have attention or her brains went haywire and she was not able to function or do anything sensible.
Lily liked the way Carol ate her. Carol's little tongue was always darting into the depths of her cunt and she seemed to know how and where to press on Lily's lower abdomen to push out the goodies that the boys had injected her with. Carol was a honey-eater from way back and she loved to stimulate the flesh and force it into adding to her hoard of nectars. Carol was expert and avid.
Always.
The boys watched Carol eating Lily and that got them both hard all over again. She was still hot and very much interested in having more fun and she told the boys to kneel, one on either side of her. Then, while Carol went on, sucking her sensitive flesh dry, she got both of the boys into her mouth. She had trouble fitting them in properly and her mouth was distended,
but she was able to suck on the twin cocks and then her tongue began its expert work and in a very short time, she was flooded, but one boy came and filled her mouth and her throat and when she had finally devoured him, the other boy came, too, and she swallowed him, too.
She was glad when she could get their cocks out of her mouth and as her lips resumed their usual shape she decided that she wasn't really that much impressed with sucking two at a time. One at a time would suffice for her.
Carol's nimble tongue was doing quick, and marvelous things to her flesh and she could feel herself building up to a massive orgasm and Carol, knowing what she was achieving for Lily, kept on and on. The boys were close to her, each of them sucking one of her breasts and she had a cock in each hand. She began to hear the wild, keening sounds that she was making and she wished that she could build up to the big one with a certain ladylike grave and quiet, but she could not, and she knew, as they did, that when she finally began coming, she would whinny like a horse and keep right on making the wild, crazy sounds until her body achieved its purposes and her glands burst and spilled all over the place.
She felt the rising tides of ecstasy beginning in her loins and her senses glowed and sparkled and then she began to make the shrill whinnying sounds and her whole being exploded.
And, for her, that was the big one.
The nicest one of all.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The bright morning sunlight in her room snapped Norma awake with a sudden fearful conviction that she had forgotten to do something that was very important. For a moment she had no idea what she could have forgotten and then she recalled her nocturnal date with Adam Wright.
She had slept right through the night and her dreams had been lurid, erotic and decidedly stimulating. She could feel the slipperiness between her legs even before she moved her thighs. She was sopping and that distressed her. It was bad enough that she should have such horrid dreams, but when a nice girl could have such dreams and react to them with all of the outward signs of an aroused sexuality, it was particularly awful.
She got out of bed and when she checked the alarm clock she saw that it had gone off and she had slept right through it. That was very unusual for her. She was usually the type who woke just a few minutes before the alarm went off. But that had not happened this time. She had no idea why she should have slept right on past the alarm.
She wondered if Adam Wright would be angry. If he would arrest her, too, along with the others. She didn't think that he would.
While she was dressing she decided that she would have to make another trip to the library again. Somewhere along the way, she was sure, she would see Adam Wright. And, she would get the chance to explain things to him. And, of course, they would meet again in the carriage house that night and perhaps he would want to hold her and kiss her. She remembered the things that she had done with Adam Wright and she could feel all of her skin prickling and the sudden heat in her cheeks made her cringe. And then she was angry, furious with herself because she could not accept sex as something that two people could share and enjoy without shame or embarrassment. But, she couldn't do it that way. She had to blush and tremble and struggle against unknown forces and even as she surrendered, she faced the tacit suspicion that she had yearned to be forced or coerced into a sexual activity right along.