Lascivious, voluptuous noises emanated from the fornicating four, busy at their strange unnatural task. Each gave his best, knowing that only by giving would he or she receive the measure of delight that was being sought. On and on went the licking, spittle-wet tongues, two of them wrapped around phalluses, and two buried deep in receptive, warm paradises.
But though there was sheer aesthetic delight in the contact, there was no release. Orgasms refused to come. Aching more and more, angry and more angry grew the sexual orgams beneath the lashing of four separate tongues. Finally Claudine, acknowledging defeat, desisted once more.
"What we need," she announced, "is even more variety. This is just hurting me – I don't know about the rest of you. What say we try the Les and Nancy way?"
"What in hell is that?" asked Andrew.
"You never heard of lesbians? Or nancies? Queers – perhaps you call them faggots?"
Andrew had heard of them. With these people, the Hendersons and Claudine, he was prepared for anything, yet this was pretty monstrous.
"Christ!" he cried.
Never had he felt the stirring of any unnatural, homosexual desires. Women had been quite enough for him so far in his life. Yet he knew of homosexuality and of the perversions some men and women adopt. In a flash he suddenly pictured the whole weird scene Claudine had in mind. This time, he shuddered, it would be woman-mouth to cunt and man-mouth to penis.
"Hell, Claudine! That's – I-I don't know if I could go through with it."
"Chicken?" she sneered… "It happens, you know. Some day, you've got to live. This could be the day."
Andrew shrugged. He darted a clandestine look at Hector's enraged penis. That? In his mouth? And yet people did do that sort of thing.
Hector, equally astounded, was nevertheless broader-minded about sexual matters. Why not, he reasoned. Hadn't Claudine and Louise rutted once, right in front of him, in a female 69, and not so long ago either? If women could do it and find so much spontaneous joy in it as Louise had, then why not he, too? If Andrew agreed, that is.
Louise was not loath, praying for anything that would bring on the fulfillment of fuck, the release she so desperately sought.
Claudine's suggestion had obviously stunned the men. But each had sucked a cunt that very moment. Each had had his own cock sucked. Why not, then?
"Right," said Claudine, past mistress of all sex deviation, and knowing this was the time to press on with her plans. "All we do is to change places. Instead of us chaining up in a foursome, we split into two twosomes. The whole thing about this, you'll see, is doing it together where we can both see what's going on."
Saying this, she bent to the squirming Louise, parting with skilful fingers the living, pulsating lips of the cunt she was about to tongue. Squatting over the girl's body, she brought down her own twat, all hairy and dripping, over the face of the prostrate woman, and groaned in pleasure as the eager mouth literally leaped to the task ahead.
The two men were less eager. Bashfully, they observed each other's erections. Finally it was Hector who took the initiative.
"I guess we follow suit, old man," he grinned almost apologetically, as he took hold of Andrew's penis, startled by its solidity under his grasp. "After all, why not? I don't mind admitting that there've been one or two times I've wanted to know what it feels like to suck another guy off. Mostly when some woman's been mouthing me. Now, well now I guess, we find out."
Holding Andrew's rigid, sex-swollen penis in his hand, he was surprised at the warmth of its turgid length. Up to that time, his own penis had been the only one his fingers had ever felt. It was strange, weird almost, to be fingering someone else's erection. The penis had a familiar yet quite different feel to it, he thought, forcing his decision to go down upon it. How wet and slippery it was, over the policeman's helmet! How vibrant, how huge with the passion it contained!
Slowly he bent forward to take its head into his opened mouth. And, as he did so, Andrew managed to overcome his own halting reluctance.
After all, he reasoned, if two women could be getting and giving the obvious pleasure that Louise and Claudine were experiencing next to him, then why not? There must be joy in it. So he reached for Hector's tool, bobbing crazily over his face. As he grasped it, from its reddened tip fell an iridescent jewel of spunk – and then he plunged as much of it as he could into his mouth. What a queer sensation, he thought, yet what a pleasure. So this is what the homosexuals enjoyed? If so, he did not blame them.
The texture of Hector's penis was like nothing that had ever passed his lips before. It seemed to have one texture to his lips, another entirely to his tongue. And how luscious was its juice draining from the pipe on to the taste-buds of his tongue! God, this Claudine, how shocking she could be in her suggestions! But she certainly knew what she was doing when it came to sex! And then, because he knew exactly where, on the tip of his own tool, the pressures and the suctions must be applied, he did precisely that to the penis being laved by his spittle inside his mouth.
Masturbating the length of the cock with his hands he supplemented each hand stroke with his electrifying tongue. Hector, in his turn, knowing best what were a man's needs for satisfaction, skillfully proceeded to gratify that need. He twirled his tongue round the nerve-ends on the flange of Andrew's prick until the sensation became unbearable. He promoted the orgasm that had to come now by seeming to jerk Andrew off right into his mouth as Andrew, in his turn, was jerking him off.
Together the two men went at their strange, satisfying copulation, being aided on then way by the squelching, delicious noises coming from the double-backed female union at their side. Both Louise and Claudine had surrendered themselves bodily to the feminine soixante-neuf each was so avidly relishing. Claudine, the one on top, was almost at the pitch now of her second orgasm. Violently she sought to swish her suspended breasts from side to side across the belly of Louise, who lay panting underneath her, busy at Claudine's aching cunt.
And then Claudine came. And as she came, she screamed into Louise's vagina at the agonizing pleasure.
Louise herself was not yet at the point of ejaculation but she was close to it. She eagerly thrust her hair-fringed cunt at the livid face of Claudine, who thumped her ass down harshly over Louise in her search for the utmost pleasure out of the strange fuck, seeming to split her solid buttocks over the licking, straining mouth of Louise. Finally, Claudine could come no more. She raised her steaming-wet cunt from Louise's face, too overwrought to allow her clitoris to be tongued any longer, afraid of the searing joy. Meanwhile, realizing that Louise was on the very brink of her own orgasm, she lashed with her tongue at the clitoris beneath her, frigging away at the labia with her fingertips, doing all she knew to bring on the climax. Obstinately, it refused to come, though it was, oh, so very near to happening!
It was then that Claudine thought of a hellish trick.
In the subsiding of her own desire, she became conscious of her bladder, full and distended under its load of urine. Releasing the sphincter, she suddenly cascaded a torrent of salty piss all over the face of the girl beneath her, at the same time renewing her onslaught at the twat she was sucking. Louise, closing her eyes instinctively at the flood, realized suddenly what it was that drenched her. She went absolutely berserk then as the stream, in one unceasing flood, poured all over her face, throat and bosom, splashing the bedcovers beneath her. She gripped madly, demoniacally, at the body above her, dragging the piss-flowing cunt once more to her mouth and drinking in the torrent of urine, and the monstrous thing Claudine had done seemed to bring on, immediately and unbearably, her long delayed orgasm. Feverishly, deliriously, Louise spent. In great uncontrollable paroxysms of pleasure, she allowed her coming to possess her entire body, screaming in her delight, wallowing in the wetness in which she was now completely drenched. It was a wetness that was an oily mass of spunk, spittle and piss, but to Louise, it was joy from the Gods themselves! It was the end of her life, the end of her day of fuck! At that moment she felt that if she were to be struck dead there and then, there could be no more that life would have in store for her. She would have lived it all, and to the full.