I slid my finger in as I withdrew my tongue, then another finger. I held them clear in and slowly began a scissoring movement with them, thereby touching her everywhere – sides, top, bottom, each wall of her snug little young cunt was getting massaged. Her soft moans mingled with those of the other participants, and I was positive that everyone else was having as wonderful a session as I was.
My lingual movements traced upward – for me, since I was upside down to her – across the two-inch gap that separated her pussy from her anus, and I gently bounced and spread her round firm asscheeks apart and let my tongue wander idly and slowly up the cleavage that presented itself. I moistened a finger with saliva and tickled the shiny rosebud of her asshole. Her butt immediately twitched and tightened, shrinking her asshole to a mere puckered pinhole, then she relaxed as she felt the new and surprising touch to be gently erotic. The fingers of my right hand kept massaging the inner walls of her cunt, while my thumb flicked back and forth on her beady clit and my mouth was busy nibbling and laving her rosy butt cheeks. I pushed my finger in to the first knuckle in her anus, then felt it grab and tighten, then relax, and her butt pushed backward toward me, telling me that she wanted some more there.
I knew I was in with a cooperative group, for within sixty seconds of playing with Linda's ass, I felt Betty slide a hand off my balls, back up the crack of my ass, and then felt a digit slide slowly up my rectum. She had sensibly lubricated it enough for easy penetration, and as she massaged my prostate, I knew that everyone in the circle was getting the benefit of what I'd started.
My finger was so tight in Linda's asshole that I truly marveled that I had been able a few days before to get my enormous cock up in there. Everything about a woman – cunt, ass, mouth – will stretch a mile before it'll tear an inch however and Nature puts muscles in a ring to reduce it to its normal shape and function as soon as the variant practices have ceased. That's the beauty of it: careful use is never abuse.
As I turned my fingers to face each other within Linda's two cavities, I was very definitely aware of Betty's hot mouth and moist tongue working on my cock, and her finger stimulating my prostate, and I had the sensation of the whole universe being filled with sex. Surrounded by, drenched in, overwhelmed by sex. It was marvelous. I wasn't certain whether the eroticism that Betty was showering on me spurred me to greater efforts, or whether my devouring of young Linda was inspiration for a saturation campaign the other way. Whichever was cause and effect, the total action was heaven, that was for sure! I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold off my come very much longer – I could feel the deep-rooted throb and pulse of my liquid manhood beginning to pile up in my loins, and knew that soon I'd be drenching young Betty's face with my sperm. I could feel Linda writhing and twitching faster and faster, and was aware that she, too, was building up to a big one. I was hoping that possibly the entire chain could blast off at the same time.
As my load started to creep up from my bowels to my tool, I increased my pace, putting my tongue on the sweet clit of Linda, and keeping all my fingers in motion at the same time. I felt her legs stiffen as the pleasure increased almost to the point of being unbearable, and then she came. Her whimpers and moans as she sucked and gobbled fiercely on Harold's cock, seeking higher and higher peaks, more and more cock, greater and larger and longer continuation of her ecstatic thrills, brought my load faster and faster to it throbbing, pulsing exit, and I rammed my huge tool down Betty's throat as my life's energy streamed forth. I heard her gag as all ten and a half inches were stuffed in her teenage mouth, but I couldn't help it – I'm seldom crude or rude, but I, by God, had to be engulfed, surrounded, swallowed by sex at this moment or I'd have died. I felt Betty gulp and gasp, then pull my hips back toward her face to keep my gigantic tool within her, and I knew that she, too, was coming big and long and heavy. The way she softly but firmly chewed and gnawed and tongued my cock, I felt that she also was trying to get the maximum of sex out of this very moment.
As I lay there, the last remnants of twitching delivering my spent load into Betty's mouth, and my mouth trying to stay fastened and sucking out Linda's sweet cunt and drain her of all energy and warmth, I heard a voice.
"Shit! I had to come up for air," Harold said. "I thought I was going to suffocate, or drown, or die, or fall off that mile-high cloud I was on. Whew! Keee-rist, I've never had a session like that. And such a delicious cunt, little Lucy. There's got to be some way to bottle that so I could take a swig now and then at home. Lordy, you are a beautiful child, honey," he said.
I looked over at Jim, who lay spreadeagled on the carpet, panting and grinning at the same time. He caught my eye and slowly shook his head.
"Goddam, Doc, I gotta hand it to you," he grinned. "I never in my life dreamed of anything this wonderful." He turned to Lucy. "Little babydoll, you sure as hell learn fast. That was one helluva blow job. I bet I loosened your back teeth and tonsils. I swear I've never felt a load come out like that one. Now, if it's all right with you-all, I think I'll just lie here about twelve years – I ought to have my strength back by that time."
Lucy was sitting up, running her little hands under and around her huge breasts. "That was great. Now I see what you meant, Linda, when you were explaining about Doc's teachings – you know, where he told you that the biggest kicks in sex are when you know you're making it extra good for someone else." She hugged her own body, pushing her tits even further out. "Hell, I'm still hot. Anyone for one more – just a quickie?" she was pleading.
"Honey," I told her, "you're gonna be sore as hell tonight and, and tomorrow if you get screwed again. Believe it or not, you got muscles stretched today that you didn't know existed. But you'll know it tomorrow – you will probably ache all over, little one," I told her.
"I'd rather ache and enjoy it than die of frustration," Lucy said.
"You won't die of frustration," I told her. "We can have another session, let's see, how's Friday afternoon for everyone here?" I asked the group, and they all chimed in with enthusiastic agreements.
But Lucy was not to be denied. "Linda's been getting it for a year now," she pouted, "and then when I find out how good it is, you-all want to ration me. You're mean," she said petulantly.
"Hey, I've got an idea," Harold spoke up. "Why don't I give her a gentle trip?" He looked down shyly. "Hell, I haven't got enough to hurt her, after Doc in her cunt and Jim in her face. But sometimes we little fellers can come in handy. I'd rather come in little Lucy than come in handy, but let's try it." We groaned at his atrocious pun and I agreed that that might be okay.
Harold had Lucy stand up, then he lay beneath her on the carpet, and asked her to sit gently down on his face. She braced herself with her hands beside his head as she slowly lowered her hot, steamy cunt toward his face. His tongue met her on the way down and she recoiled as it it were an electric pole then continued to bring her sweet "musky" pussy closer and closer to his face. As his tongue penetrated her slit and caressed her aroused clit, his hands reached up and fastened onto her magnificent globes, tweaking the nipples and jiggling their huge firmness. She bounded up and around on his face, then insisted that he put it in. It was obvious to all of us that he was certainly ready, because sniffing and eating her dripping pussy had brought out his full six inches.