Suddenly she felt her thighs being spread, and she moaned hopefully. She looked down under her still-crouched body and saw two great hairy paws spreading her open. She watched in tranced fascination as a huge black and silver head slid face up between her opened thighs. An enormous bloated red tongue licked out in anticipation of tasting her swollen, dripping cunt that was right over that salacious face. It was Garrett! The brute who'd made her cry... who'd humiliated her before Patrick... trying to break her at the tryouts. Her opened pussy tried to cringe away, but the huge hands caught her hips and pulled her wet-mouthed vulva right into the leering face. Ball lightning struck inside Celia's belly and loins as she felt that lascivious tongue touch her clitoris. The stupefying electric shock sent her breast even farther into Bullock's lusting lascivious mouth.
Garrett dug his sweating palms into Celia's delectable little ass cheeks and pressed her meaty, firm young cuntal lips to his starving mouth so his upturned animal face could feed at the trough of her pussy. Celia struggled to close her thighs, but it was hopeless. She only implanted his ravaging mouth deeper into her vagina and could feel the thick tongue plow into her sensitive flesh. He was scouring her ragged pink edges of genital flesh with that hard pseudo-penile member by running it in frantic circles and flicking at the clitoris until it was a throbbing, tortured bud of quivering screaming need.
She groaned pitifully as he pushed his face in deeper and the full length of his snaking buried itself in the flushed and flowing walls of her young pussy. Somehow Bullock's draining mouth on her breasts had prepared the way for this sadistic maniac who was barbarously raping her vagina with his thick twisting scalding tongue. By sheer coincidence, Bullock's now hardened sucking mouth was establishing a rhythm with the foraging tongue in her pleading privates. Her body was vibrating like a plucked string between the sucking mouth at her breasts and the fucking tongue in her pussy. The vibrations set up a ringing through her veins that was driving her mad!
Bullock could feel Rosemary's soft, slippery, meaty, juicy cunt-flesh against the head of his raging cock. He opened one eye to peer around Celia's fully swollen breast in his mouth and saw that Rosemary was squatted over his loins. She was holding his blunt-nosed prick, sliding it back and forth, in the outer lips of her slick and slippery cunt. Oh Christ! If this was his reward for Vietnam, it had been worth it! God damn! If this was passed out for serving there, they wouldn't be able to keep the whole friggin' male population from enlisting! This was a soldier's fantasy... an impossible dream come true. Even when you were dreaming it... up to your ass in mud and blood... you knew it could never happen. But it was happening to him!
"Oh-h-h-h-hhhhhhh... deeeeeeaaaaarrrrrrr... GOOOODDDDDDD!" Bullock heard Celia scream, her head thrown back. The cords in her beautiful young throat were standing out in ridged straining. Her hands caught Bullock's shoulders. She pushed inward on them as hard as she could to try and somehow contain the ecstasy that was building in her young body. This caused her beautiful white mounds of breasts to jerk upward, pulled by the pectoral muscles that lay under and above them. The firm nipple budded even harder against the roof of his mouth as her hands dug into his shoulders and the other firm round globe in his kneading hand jerked in throbs. Oh God! Shit! What could ever top having your mouth stuffed full of tit and your cock impaled in a sliding, sheathing, milking, sopping, meaty cunt!
* * *
Patrick looked up briefly to see Esther Pea-body just standing, arms limp, eyes glazed and head slack right over Hilda's contorted, wailing face. He hardly recognized her... for she was naked... the ugly clothes gone and not a stitch to cover her voluptuous milk-white body. Her hair hung in rippling golden rivulets to her waist, and her snowy fully ripened woman's breasts poked pink soft nipples through the strands. Esther was looking down at him as he fucked into Hilda's lurching body. It was as though she were in a hypnotic trance, uncomprehending, in a daze of unaccustomed alcohol and more unaccustomed sex. Patrick's eyes were drawn like a magnet to her curly golden fleece so close above his head. "Kneel down!" he commanded, and she dropped to her knees instantly as though he were the mad Rasputin and she would gladly kneel before his saintly altar.
He pulled his finger reluctantly from Hilda's clenching asshole, without missing a stroke, into her sucking, clutching cunt. "Spread your knees wider." He addressed the golden-haired triangle, and obediently Esther widened her kneeling stance. Patrick could see the flushed pussy lips, moist and gleaming, come into view. Leaning on his elbows, he reached up and caught Esther's smooth snow-white hips and pulled the gilded fleece he sought into his questing mouth. His tongue shot out and stabbed into the downy mat and deeper into the syrupy slick meat of her defenseless pussy that she offered to him so willingly.
"E-EOE-EEEEEEEEeeeeeee!" came out of Esther's slack mouth as she felt a burning jolt stab through her body. It was a delicious nightmare, and she would wake to find her genitals all wet and swollen. She would have to relieve herself furtively beneath the covers and then scrub her terrible tempestuous and abused flesh until it was raw. Soon now, she would wake and find the rippling rapturous sensations in her throbbing secret hole were only a figment of her tortured dream life. But right now she was going to enjoy it and pray that she didn't wake too soon as she always had.
Esther's hands came out involuntarily, seeking the cause of her beautiful dream, and felt what in her dream was the curly head of a man. Her fingers sought farther. She could feel his jaws and cheeks and eyes, but the mouth was clamped onto... onto her vulva. It must be his tongue that was charging her sensitive flesh down there! Oh God! Don't let it stop, she prayed... and she pressed that blessed head deeper into her vitals and felt the rigid tongue licking and laving the very center of her being.
Patrick smelled Esther's flowing love juice, and the heady scent raced from his brain to his long rapier prick that sliced faster and faster into Hilda's gyrating cunt. His tongue tasted the musky woman taste of the pulsing, sucking walls of Esther's golden-haired pussy. Oh Christ! The closest he'd ever been to an orgy before was when he and Jack Amon had dated twins and fucked their choices in twin beds at a motel. But this... this was a fucking orgy... it was blowing his mind that was already fogged with alcohol.
"Ahhhhhhh... GGAAAAHHHHHH... UUUUHHHH!" Hilda was snorting like a maddened young bitch under him, and her head was tossing back and forth on the carpet between Esther's spread thighs. Patrick could feel Hilda's thighs wrap around his waist, and her frantic thin hands dig lust-spread fingers into his hard lean buttocks as she strained for her climax. He could hear the slurping, sucking of his burgeoning cock expanding even more now and slushing into the fevered jungle-dark moist tunnel between Hilda's clutching clasping thighs. She was climbing him like a crazed cat, and he rammed it to her greedy pussy in time to his sucking, stabbing, swirling tongue in Esther's blazing-warm awakened cunt.
* * *
Rosemary rode high and mighty on Bullock's huge slamming prod, his lusty hips thrusting her up and down like a merry-go-round, only this was an even better feeling than the hard saddle of the painted wooden horses of her childhood shoving against her tingling pussy lips. For protruding from this saddle was that frenzied grandiose cock that sliced into her sopping passage like a hot knife through butter. She could see Celia writhing above Bullock's sucking mouth and kneading hands and Garrett's buried face that was tuning her snatch to the high-pitched scream of a giant orgasm.
Everybody was getting theirs except poor burly Garrett, beheaded by Celia's clutching thighs, his naked prick thrusting up like a huge vein-laced pillar from his hairy black loins. Rosemary reached out and grasped his hairy leg and tugged it toward her. He seemed to know without looking what she wanted, and he began to inch his body over toward her, like a big walrus flipping along.
Rosemary marveled that she had been so terrified of someone seeing her with Bullock the other night and here they all were... fucking together... however and with whoever they wanted. She'd been behind the times... th
e sexual revolution was here... and now!
Garrett could feel the strange sensation of sliding around so Rosemary could reach his aching cock while his head was still imprisoned between Celia's frantic thighs. His mouth simply turned under her soaking fevered cunt, and his lips became parallel with her vaginal lips. He found he could then slide his tongue from side to side out of his mouth as though he were eating the watermelon the Dallas peasants were so fond of. God! This one was juicier than a watermelon! Her sticky-slime pussy dew was dripping down his chin and into his sucking mouth as he ate her reddened meat with gusto.
Bending over Garrett's now accessible loins, Rosemary could see that the four of them formed a human fucking chain. Her cunt was stuck on the fence post of Bullock's hard prick, Bullock's mouth was on Celia's big mountainous breasts, Celia's pussy was mashed over Garrett's raping tongue and his huge, monstrous cock was now in Rosemary's mouth. Dear God! She was glad she hadn't decided to try and fuck this enormous gigantic king of cocks! Trying as hard as possible, she could only get about one-third of its length inside her mouth. She lay down toward it, sucking the hot, throbbing, thick pulsing pole while she still bounced up and down on Bullock's jabbing prick that sent such incredible sparks up through her aching pussy. She was so close to igniting and sparking out!
A mighty thrust of Bullock's hard loins did it. "GAGHHHH!" she screamed around the choking hot prick as she felt Bullock's broad red-hot poker skewer into the aching needing flesh of her cunt, deeper than ever. "Ah... ahhh... aghhhhh..." she groaned in anguish... and her body stiffened over his impaling flesh stick, feeling the great spasms shake her whole body and her vaginal walls squeezing and squeezing to milk his hot rod... to trigger the milky cum from his balls. She let Garrett's cock slip from her mouth. She could no longer pay attention to it... needing everything she had to finish the wracking orgasm that was shaking her to the roots of her hair.
A chain reaction set in then. Rosemary could see it happen from her high seat on Bullock's cock that suddenly rammed into her with the force of a freight train, hurling the speeding iron spike into her belly, and from it came the first boiling steam of his semen, gushing deep into the dark tunnel of her still-convulsing belly.
"JEEEEEEEEESSSSSSUUUUSSSS!" He screamed, pulling away from Celia's weary breasts and throwing his head back into the pillow, the great cords in his muscular neck standing out like ropes. He was humping now in time with the spurts of sperm that hosed out of his bursting cock in a spasmodic rhythm.
Celia felt Bullock pull away from her chewed and tortured breast. His scream, coming so close after Rosemary's, told her they had reached their zeniths and were hanging in that brief promised flight, soaring into space. Celia felt her own orgasm beginning, her clitoris rolling on Garrett's practiced tongue like a hard seed whose time has come to open and pour out its promise to the sun. The daring tongue threw itself into her supercharged tiny battery of life and suddenly tripped the light switch, throwing out a series of impulses that flowed through her body to charge and illuminate every raw nerve end in the whole intricate feminine organism. There was no recalling the demons that had first been unchained inside her with Web's initiation. They were loose and raving now, unleashed by the ceaseless licking and sucking of her naked clitoris, which now spread sparks that burst into uncontrolled flames to devour her.
"AHHHHH... GOOOOODDDDDDDD!" she screamed out her tormented rapture. Her loins, shamelessly aroused and blotting out all reason, jerked spasmodically and moved her clitoris in a circular motion against the roughly divine texture of Garrett's outstretched tongue. All that mattered on the face of the globe were the salacious shafts of pleasure being propelled through Celia's flesh like tiny fire needles that pierced her in all directions and through every cell.
Garrett thrust the thick wet arrow of his tongue into the quivering vagina, absorbing all the sticky cum juice he could. It flowed profusely over his nose and chin. The milky outpouring drained too much volume for even his greedy mouth and spilled down in drops onto his hairy chest. He savored her young juice, but his own naked cock was unmouthed by Rosemary's screaming climax, and it was clamoring now for immediate relief.
He couldn't think of a better place to put it than in the quaking, soaking tight young cunt he'd sucked to such violent bliss. Garrett's strong arms reached up and pulled the childlike Celia off his wet sticky face and down over his great thick hairy body. She was still quivering and shivering, but her body was weakened.
She clung to his chest like a frightened kitten.
Reaching down over her bare-mooned ass, he guided his huge throbbing unsatisfied cock into her spread-open palpitating pussy that still pulsed faintly in the afterglow of her orgasm. Only the head was in, but the sensation of her viscous young meaty cunt lips was incredibly delicious. He'd bring her off again while she was still limp from her first cataclysm. She'd get a taste of his pole... his hot giant pole right up into that greedy little cunt.
* * *
Gruntings and groanings and mewlings were going off all around him, punctuated with climatic screams of filth and obscenity, but Patrick had stretched his own blasting out and had made it last as long as possible. His balls were ready to erupt through the skin sac if he didn't let go soon. There must be a gallon of thick creamy semen stored in those rocky vaults, and he couldn't last... much... longer.
Esther was raving like a madwoman, her head lolling from side to side, sending waves of golden hair tossing like the mane of a lust-crazed mare. She willed her beautiful nightmare not to end. She wouldn't be able to stand it if it ended too soon! She tried to stuff the head between her aching thighs into her quaking, clasping cunt hole, to devour its maddened tongue that sent such delight arching through her sex-starved loins.
Hilda had come off twice, and still Patrick lunged into her sopping slit, still hard and rigid as an iron blunt-ended club. Her pussy still glowed warmly, and she squirmed and rotated her pelvis around his stabbing shaft because she might just bring it to life again before Patrick gunned his motor. A tiny rising twitch gave her hope, and she ground it up to him a little harder.
Patrick could taste the flowing juicy cuntal secretions in the back of his throat as he tongue-fucked Esther in time to the now vicious digs of his prick into Hilda's hot tight flesh that was grinding up to him again. Both pussies were milking him at once, Esther's on his driving tongue and Hilda's on his dynamite stick. Oh Jesus! There'd never been anything like it! Not even Cicero or Caesar could have felt anything more depraved or lascivious than this!
Suddenly Esther mashed his head into her writhing, gyrating belly-dance-grinding pussy so hard that he thought he'd lose his breath, but he managed to keep his nostrils free except for cunt hairs. "AHH... AHHHHHHHHHH... AHHHHHHHHHHH..." She chanted a climbing wail so inhuman that Patrick felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. His cock seemed to rise too, and swell to monstrous size inside Hilda's seething cunt. Esther was getting a lesson from a prize pupil that she'd long needed to learn, and Hilda was getting a man who could hold out long enough to satisfy her voracious, amoral pussy that only wanted to fuck and fuck and fuck!
Patrick rammed it into both sets of cunt flesh with furied abandon and suddenly choked and burbled his own too-long restrained tidal wave. Like a long wave of applause with the faces going on and on, like human wheat stalks, they moved in ripples by his power. The power was surging out now in great gushes, and the roar in his ears was deafening. He pumped it out freely, and the thick sperm-laden cum fluid spewed out in great roars to echo inside the absorbent cunt-flesh. On and on he spent his all, his gifted tongue not forgetting that Esther still moaned that he not leave her too soon.
At long long last there were only a few spatters of applause, and he felt his cock, weary and exultant, pulse a few more jets of dying power, and he was still. Esther had fallen away and lay senseless a few feet from his open-mouthed curly red head.
Chapter Eight
Web parked his car in front of Peabody, slammi
ng the car door behind him. He couldn't remember ever being so frustrated... sitting on that damn highway while they cleared away the rubble and glass and twisted metal of a terrible and spectacular wreck. He felt sorry for the poor sons of bitches who'd been in it... but he also was impatient as hell with the slowness of the Highway Patrol, wreckers, and ambulance crew.
He ran up the stairs two at a time. The music was still going, so the party must still be swinging. He stopped in the doorway as cold as if a bullet had caught him in the gut. The light was dim with only the candles, but not too dim for him to see that the whole place was covered with naked bodies! Naked bodies every place you looked... all over the chairs, the chintz sofas, the faded carpet... a goddamned sea of naked bodies! He wiped his face, hanging on to the doorframe. Jesus Christ! It was a goddamned orgy!
A closer look revealed that the naked bodies were fucking! In every conceivable possible way that man had devised-and the apes before him! They were fucking all over the place! He shook his head to clear it, but it didn't go away. They were still at it. Twosomes, threesomes, foursomes. Web had never seen anything like it in all his life, and he thought he'd seen enough that nothing could ever shock him now... but he was! Shocked and amazed and, in some weird offbeat way, stimulated.
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