Patty's vagina seemed to have a suction of its own as it worked up and down on Renault's cock, and she felt the man's hardened penis pushing against Jessup's sodomizing her anus so that the thin membrane of her vaginal and rectal walls seemed to not exist at all; it was as if the two parallel cocks were one, fused together in her two openings like a Siamese twin, a huge, monstrous Siamese cock tearing her body to wonderful, rapturous shreds from below and from behind. She could feel her cum building to the point of overflowing, and she knew it wouldn't be long before her orgasm took hold of her. She worked like a possessed woman, fucking down and back, taking and holding every inch of the two men inside her, fucking them rhythmically with her wet, lubricious loins, rolling and gyrating her hips and her crotch.
"Fuck me, both of you fuck me harder, harder, harderrrrrrr!" she cried out in a strange pleading voice. "I want you to… fuck me… fuck me… spew your loads into my cunt and into my asshole… fuck me, cum inside me, make me cum with you…
Her words, so obscene, incited Jessup to crazed, savage thrusts behind her; incited Renault to jerk his hips up off the bed and meet her downward thrust, grinding his shaft deeper into her cunt, ramming the swollen head against her cervix time and again. The exquisite unison of the two pistoning cocks and her own abandoned, frenzied twistings made the sight of the threesome on the bed seem to the watching eyes of the man who had come in with Harold Jessup, Carter Laufgren, to be like a six-legged crab gone mad, a surrealistic montage of a seance a trois. It was unbelievable!
Laufgren's cock was vibrating with rigid intensity as he stared at the woman and the two men on the bed. He began to stroke his shaft slightly, feeling the cum build in his own balls, and suddenly he, too, had to join in this crazed lustful scene which he was witnessing. He rushed forward and sat on the bed near Renault's head, twisting so that his cock brushed against Patty's outflung arm. Quickly, he raised her hand from the bed and placed it around his cock, moving it up and down in a few short strokes so that she knew what he wanted, and then released it. Patty's hand began to jack him off, faster and faster, expertly drawing the foreskin back and out, until he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as the cauldrons of his sperm-bloated balls verged on the moment of ejaculation.
Renault and Jessup were fucking Patty with a savage vengeance now, the latter's balls slapping loudly, wetly, against her crotch; and she fucked them down and back, grinding her pelvis and her buttocks, machinelike, on the fleshy rods, reveling in the lewd gushing sounds of her vaginal fluid and their early seminal emissions. She was vaguely aware of the unknown but hotly erect cock she was masturbating with her right hand, and that perverse act only seemed to increase her lust, her crescending orgasm. It wouldn't be long now, it wouldn't be long now.
Suddenly, Renault jerked upward, seeming to freeze immobile with his hips raised off the bed for a long moment, his cock burned to its hilt in the soft, petaled folds of her pussy. Then a thin, pig-like squeal rendered from his throat, and words that were almost incoherent burst into the sex-perfumed air; "Cumming, there… there cumming, ccccuuuummmmiiiinnnngggg, oooohhhhh… aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
And Patty felt the first hot torrents of his cum gush against her womb like lancing flames of some raging inferno, filling her vaginal tunnel with sticky hot fire, overflowing it and cascading like some obscene waterfall around his now wildly jerking member to coat her pubic hair, mat them together with long sticky strands like evil threads of silk. And then, behind her, Jessup howling like a wounded beast, battering into her asshole with demoniacal force as his own climax seized hold of him. His great cock began to geyser forth thin, needlelike jets of cum, a different man's cum, to fill her rectum as Renault's seed was filling her cunt, fill it to overflowing so that Jessup's sperm burst out around his penis and flowed down to mix and blend with Renault's in her crotch and on his belly. And then the man whom she was masturbating cried out, a low wailing moan, and she felt his cock twitch and jerk against her stroking palm and still another stream of cum, like a torrent of blood pulsing from a severed artery, shot from the eye in his glans, shot straight up into the air to fall on Patty's wildly flailing hair, fall on her cheeks and stream into her hungrily opened mouth like droplets of molten lava.
And in that moment, as the two cocks inside her body, and the one roaring forth in her hand, poured white-hot seed into her and onto her, Patty felt her own climax surge, surge, and then;
She was there!
She too was cumming!
Pinwheels of light, all different colors; reds and blues and greens and yellows, kaleidoscopically spinning, exploded in back of her eyes and the very essence of her being soared free, ascending to that Shangri-La, bringing her to a pinnacle of wicked pleasure that she had never even dreamed of existed, never thought possible to achieve. She screamed. She screamed long and loud for the cocks gushing their fluid never to stop gushing, never to stop transporting her on this uncontrollable ride to blissful rapture.
"Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
She jerked and bucked and twisted like a dancer gone berserk, endeavoring to ingest every drop of cum, inundate her whole body, inside and out, with hot, gushing male sperm. Her tongue worked frantically over her lips, licking and swallowing the juice of the man she was jacking off, as the seeds of Renault and Jessup commingled in her belly and painted her crotch and saturated the bed. When first Renault's, and then Jessup's, pricks went limp and withdrew from her, she cried out mindlessly, soullessly for them to stay hard, stay inside her. But it was too late, they were gone… and gone, too, was the cock from her hand, having deflated and slid wetly from her cum-moistened palm.
Patty collapsed sideways, falling on her stomach to the side of the older man, her eyes still squeezed tightly shut. She was utterly exhausted, drained, now that her own orgasm was beginning to wane. She lay there, unable to think, feeling a welcome lethargy begin to flow over her, feeling herself begin to drift on a cloud of satiation. Dimly, she heard the voices of the men she had just fucked, and been fucked by:
"Goddamn, I never had anything that good!"
"The best I ever had…”
"I thought my balls were going to burst, she was beating my meat so hard! I never had a cum like that…!"
She smiled in dreamy satisfaction. Yes, she thought sleepily, it was good, so very good, two cocks inside me and one in my hand is one of the most beautiful feelings I've ever known, to make them all cum together, and to cum with them, is the most wonderful feeling in the world… I'm nothing but a sick, depraved whore but oh God, I loved it, I loved every single rapturous moment of it…!
The last thing Patty felt were Rick Renault's hands turning her gently onto her back, opening her legs again, and then, seconds later, his soft, moist, tender kiss of gratitude on her wet, petal like cunt lips…
Chapter 8
Patty was awakened from her drowsy state of completion by a steady shaking. She looked up through still drugged and sleepy eyes at the smiling face of Renault, who was bending over her, his hand still prodding her shoulder.
“C’mon, Patty, wake up. Wake up,” he said in a soft voice.
“Yes, Rick, I’m awake. What is it? More marijuana? It’s wearing off and I could use some more.”
“A little later, my dear. First, let’s go out in the garden.”
“The garden? Why there?” She sat up, trying to focus on the dim shape above her, moving her eyes around the bedroom. The others… Jessup and Laufgren, were gone now.
“Haven’t you ever fucked out in the open, Patty?" Renault asked solicitously. “It’s the best way I knew… under the stars, with only the trees and grass around… really back to nature, which is what sex is all about, isn’t it?”