It was a relief to have the high school graduation ceremony over and done with. The night was very warm, and Elizabeth looked forward to a cooling shower and a long night's sleep. She stepped out of her graduation dress and tossed it on her bed. "Whew," she sighed, "this has been some day." She shook her head back and forth causing her long, silken auburn hair to fly gently across her face and down the front of her slip. As she reached for a towel, the thought came to her that she was free now-no more school-and a whole summer of fun laid ahead of her before she even had to think of finding work.
The shower felt good. Elizabeth let the cool spray flood her face and roll refreshingly down her body. The tiredness was beginning to wash away. A smile came to her body. The tiredness was beginning to wash' away. A smile came to her face as she ran her hands over her breasts and down her belly to the gorgeous little mound of golden-red hair that nestled lovingly between her thighs. She directed the shower spray at her charming triangle and parted her legs just a bit so that the cool stream of water could seep into the warm folds of her love-box. She toyed with the golden curls of pubic hair and moaned. The pressure of the past day was swiftly receding, and Elizabeth was looking forward with a definite eagerness to laying down on her bed and contemplating the prospect of enjoying life here and now.
Elizabeth was a child-woman in most senses of the word. Her breasts were small and well formed with large nipples. Her skin was creamy white and soft, and formed a delicious contrast to her stunning hair. At school she was the most desired female. Boys were mad about her. Some called her Venus, and all the young dudes who saw her got righteous, unbearable hard-ons seeing her sway down the halls with her trim, sweet legs being the inspiration for every erotic dream imaginable. She was the seventeen-year-old personification of sex and beauty. Her girlfriends at school were envious of her, but proud to have her as a friend. To all who knew her, she was a symbol of divine femininity.
It had been no easy matter for her to remain a virgin. When she was twelve, and just beginning to develop into a woman, a boy she knew had gotten her to undress completely in a garage, and they had played together for several hours. He had kissed her all over her body, and had sucked her young cunt for a half-hour straight. Elizabeth had loved it. She got a marvelous thrill from touching the boy's rampant cock and seeing its head swell as she bent over it to look at the bulging veins close up. The boy desperately had wanted her to take his rod into her mouth, but that was too much for her to envision herself doing. She was twelve years old!
From her first sex experiences on, Elizabeth had thought with delight about the joys of fucking. Yet, she was well aware of her beauty, and felt that she would do best by remaining a virgin till she met a man she truly loved. Throughout her high-school days, she had participated as little as possible with her friends when they had petting parties or 'serious' dates. The pressure for a good fuck, the longing for a boy to slip his cock solidly up into her, had been terrific-yet she had held on.
And so, we find our dear sweet Elizabeth a virgin, and ripe, at seventeen. What glories lay ahead of her! What would she do with her summer? What, indeed, would she do this every evening? She had dried off from the shower and plopped down on her back, nude, on her bed. A breeze was coming in through the open window, and a slight shiver passed over her body causing her breasts to get taut and her nipples erect. She placed her hands over her breasts and let her nipples extend between her loose fingers. Then she touched the tips of her nipples and closed her eyes. She saw, in her mind's eye a long stiff cock. As the vision became larger, she saw a dark-haired boy coming to rest next to her and guiding her hand to his hard tool. She saw herself squeezing the hot organ until a drop of warm, white fluid appeared on its tip. Then, as the beautiful vision unfolded, she licked the semen off and began to gently kiss the head of the cock. Fulfillment began to descend upon her, but it was not complete. She knew then that she must have the hard, strong cock inside her lovely cunt. Her dream partner understood and raised himself over her as she parted her legs. He kissed her on her mouth and held her eyes with his as he directed his en-flamed member to the gate of her love-nest. At this point, Elizabeth heard herself call out "Yes, yes, give it to me, please, now, right now. Shove it in, way in. Fill me up, fuck me. Fuck me."
With a sudden burst of light, Elizabeth felt her buttocks raise off the bed and begin the motions of love. The dream entered and became a dream no more. She felt her cunt with her hand. It was wet and throbbing and her heart was pounding. "Oh God," she thought, "I can't go on this way." She turned over and pressed her face into the pillow and kicked her feet up and down a few times. Suddenly she stopped moving. An idea crept into her head. Brad, her on again off again boyfriend had wanted her to go to the prom with him. She had said she was too tired. How foolish she was! But Brad did say to call him if she changed her mind about the dance. Maybe he was still home. She picked up the phone and began dialing his number. One ring, two, three, four. She prayed for an answer. Finally, someone did pick up the phone.
"Hello," the Voice was only vaguely familiar to her.
"Hi," she replied, "is Brad there?"
"Yea, he's out in the backyard." There was a slight pause. "Is this Elizabeth?" She giggled and said that it was. "Well listen, this is Scotty...yea...I'm team captain, or rather I was, now that we've all graduated. Yea, it was a good year for us. Hold on just a minute, ok?"
Elizabeth dangled the phone by the cord as she waited for Brad to come to the phone. Perhaps she wouldn't be able to see him tonight-how terrible that would be. Before she could think about it, Brad was on the phone.
"Liz, how is my perfect flower?"
"Oh, I'm feeling much better. I took a shower and I got all my energy back."
"Great! Why say I come over and pick you up in about thirty-two minutes?Good, see you then."
Our darling girl had a smile on her face as she dressed. She slipped on panties and bra, a light blue sweater and a short white skirt. Such a feeling of happiness was covering her now that she fairly danced across the room. Sex thoughts were no longer on her mind-she just felt gay, free, and simply glad to be alive. How wonderful it was to be young, healthy, and beautiful. The world was hers and all of life lay before her.
CHAPTER TWO
Brad leisurely drove the four or so miles it was to Elizabeth's parent's house. He was dressed casually and smartly. Elizabeth had allowed him into her private life, to the slight extent he was in it, because he was one of the most admired, respected, intelligent, and rich kids at Conley high school. His father owned a textile manufacturing firm, and Brad, if he so chose, had a direct guarantee of substantial income if he joined the business. But Brad hadn't decided yet on working for his father. He had thought of going into chemistry-the research side of it-to see if he could apply his fast brilliant mind to discovery. His teachers at Conley had encouraged him to do so; they were more than convinced that he could succeed in chemistry research, and that working for his father's firm would be a waste of a great deal of potential.
The powerful convertible pulled up in front of Elizabeth's address. Brad sat for a moment finishing his cigarette. He wondered what had caused Liz to change her mind. From past experience, he reckoned her to be a cold fish, as far as sex was concerned, but he enjoyed being with her anyway. Looking at Liz, talking to her, these were distinct pleasures for Brad. When he was around her he felt inspired, felt that there was dignity and meaning in life. Liz represented a far away and cherishable goal, and just to be in the near proximity of his goal was reward enough.
Liz saw Brad arrive, and was waiting at the door for him. She looked perfectly fresh and charming. Brad was immediately elated. He took her hand and led her back to the car.
Once inside, Brad asked Liz if she still wanted to try and make the post-prom party. The gorgeous young girl looked at him and said, "I'll bet a drive by the ocean would be splendid."
Brad would gladly have driven straight into the ocean if he thought it would turn her on. He was a bit surprised, to say the least, to hear Elizabeth make the drive-suggestion. Usually she coaxed him into taking her to all the fashionable and expensive movie theaters and restaurants, and he, only too pleased to be in her presence, forever sought to make her happy.
They drove out onto the coast highway and glided easily through the summer night. Elizabeth sat next to Brad, her knees pointed slightly away from him. This was standard procedure for a date with Liz. She gave the illusion of being close and at the same time her body was so placed that it was difficult for her date to casually place his hand on her leg or otherwise. Brad, of course, was used to all this. He drove merrily along, proud as a peacock, thinking very innocent things.
They were nearing an isolated stretch of highway that later divided into two one lane roads. Brad wanted to take the private quiet road, but he didn't want Liz to get suspicious of his motives and turn sour on him. As they reached the divide, Brad pointed with his finger toward the private road, hoping to get an agreement from Elizabeth. She looked up at him, smiled, and bit her lower lip coyishly. "I'd love to," she said.
The way she said 'love,' with a subtle intonation in her voice that resembled a cat's purr, dearly struck at Brad. He sensed a desire for closeness from Liz, and the idea excited him no end. He imagined parking under some large picturesque tree and getting into a good Frenching session with her. What a lovely thought. Liz had such a perfect and provocatively mouth-it was like a budding rose. As he considered her, his prick began to stir, and soon Brad was nearly squirming in his seat. Elizabeth was well aware of his feelings, and she was just a bit confused as to how to act. She knew that she wanted Brad to touch her, to fondle her, to put his hand up her dress and toy with her yummy warm slit. But at the same time she thought of her future, of the reasons why she had never let a boy go too far with her. Then she thought of her feelings for Brad. She liked him an awful lot, but she didn't feel love for him. Could she love him? Would a lifetime with Brad be the consummation of her dreams? Her mind buzzed with thought, and the more she mulled over her situation, the sillier it all seemed. Why make plans? Why not just live and be free, like she felt she was? There was no reason to expect a future with Brad if she didn't want one. Besides, she didn't expect to actually fuck with Brad-just an enjoyable bit of summer-night petting was all that entailed.
A specially attractive off-the-road parking area loomed up ahead. Brad steered the car to a stop, lit a cigarette, leaned back, put his arm around Elizabeth, and sighed. They were both silent for a minute or so, till Liz made a warm sound as she nestled closer to Brad. Inside his head, Brad was going crazy, but he wouldn't have traded places with anyone else on earth. Finally, he snuffed out the cigarette and turned to Liz. She, at the same moment, placed her hand on his shoulder as an invitation. Brad slowly drew her up to him and then brought his mouth down gently on hers and slipped his tongue in between her creamy lips.
A feeling like electric jolts coursed through his body. Their tongues touched tips, then moulded one around the other. Liz licked Brad's tongue above and below, then around and around. Beads of sweat appeared on Brad's forehead. His heart was pounding and his cock had gotten stiff as steel. He pulled his mouth away and kissed her eyes and neck. She cuddled in closer still. Brad forgot his past experiences with Liz, her cold determination to keep from getting involved. Everything seemed to flow in a pattern to him. He felt resolution and reward all coming to the fore. It was an auspicious time. Graduation, summer, the future, and the future with Elizabeth-it all fitted into a neat and wonderful pattern.
His will and desire merged, and without a second thought he cupped her left breast with his right hand. Liz went mildly limp in his arms, and her body suggested pleasure to Brad. He fondled her perfect breast while gazing at her madonna-like face. She was the most beautiful creature on earth at that moment. His hand went up under her sweater and deftly worked her bra apart. She made no resistance. The bra came undone and Brad removed it and dropped it on the car floor. Liz threw her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts hard against him. "Brad," she said, "Do you really like me?"
This bit of feigned innocence almost made Brad laugh. He held her dose to him, looked at her straight in the eyes, and ran his fingers through her hair. He answered her with his eyes, and ran his fingers through her hair. He answered her with his eyes, and she softly said "I'm glad."
You can bet that Brad was pretty glad too. The darling object of his desire was making him a very happy man. He cradled the precious beauty in his arms, then let his right hand trail down to above her right knee. Her skirt had raised up so that a tiny portion of her pink panties was visible. Brad slowly moved his hand up her leg till it lay just beneath her scrumptious muff-burger. Liz lowered her head onto his chest and welcomed his advances. Going forth, Brad's hand moved onto her fur cushion, and rested there a moment. He could feel the lovely triangle pulsating beneath his hand. The sensation was fantastic to feel, and Brad pressed his hand firmer against her body to receive the beautiful emanations. Then, with the skill of a surgeon, his hand slipped under the delicate silk panties and encountered the heavenly slit that was the wonderful teenager's joy-fuck buzzer. His middle finger wormed its way up into the folds of the warm twat, and came to rest within the glorious entrance. The girl began to swoon. Her legs automatically parted to allow easier access to her sex treasures. Brad inserted his finger a bit more into the luscious valley of love. It was then that he knew she was a virgin, for his finger encountered the noble guardian of the gate. He was delirious with joy at the discovery. Elizabeth was moaning in his arms. Elizabeth the virgin.
Brad worked his finger in and out of her cunt, then added his index finger to the love ritual. Elizabeth threw her head back as she felt the new intrusion into her most secret parts. Her cunt muscles worked to suck the welcome intruder in. Brad then maneuvered his forefinger into the delicious cunny. Liz grabbed to Brad with sudden strength and dug her fingernails into his back. "Oh God," she sighed, "it's so good. Go as deep as you can." She bit into Brad's shoulder as he increased his rhythm. His fingers were moving rapidly in and out of her now wet pussy. The fluids of love that had dampened her sweet cunt covered his hand and settled like dew among the golden curls of her pussy hair. Liz began to move into the motions of ecstasy. Her eyes held a mystical glow. She hugged Brad and swung her cunt toward his hand to meet it as it entered her. "Yes, my darling," she moaned, "yes. Give it to me, give it to me now!" In that perfect moment, her world flowed over, her mind dissolved into the joy of fuck-light, and her young, childlike cunt began to throb and ooze beyond all limits.
Liz was breathing for some moments in a sort of desperate attempt to regain her composure. She was so overcome that she hardly noticed or felt anything. She didn't realize that Brad had undone his pants and had let his cock out of its captivity. The hard prick stood at attention, swaying in the night air. When Elizabeth turned to her love partner, her eyes fell upon the magnificent living statue of sex. She reached out to it with her left hand and coiled her fingers around it. Brad pushed it up toward her face. Liz looked first into Brad's face, then down at the red hot prick. She lowered her mouth till it was no more than a quarter of an inch from its tip. Again she looked into Brad's face, and again down onto the bulging prick. One last time she gazed into Brad's eyes, and she said. "Let me take your organ into my mouth; I need to taste your sperm."
Brad was charged with joy. "Yes, sweetheart, yes," he said, and pushed his super cock closer still to her lips.
This time Liz placed her tender lips around the head of his cock. Her tongue touched the opening on its tip and she tasted for the first time the flavor of semen. She was thrilled at the taste the intimate salty taste. She let more of the prick into her mouth and rubbed it against her palate then underneath her tongue. Then she withdrew her mouth entirely and returned to the prick with a kiss. She kissed the head, the sides, and, returning to the head, began to suck on it again. Her hands caressed his balls, gently kneading them back and forth. A large drop of semen appeared on the tip of the proud tool and the girl received it in the deepest cavity of her mouth. She was beginning to rebuild her sexual passion in earnest, and she wanted the thrill of having Brad come in her mouth.
"Darling," she said, "I want you to come-to come in my mouth. I want to feel the gush of your semen shooting down into my mouth." She began to suck very intensely, all the while holding his big balls in her hands.
"I want to know that your hot, white love-stream is in my body." She kissed the bulging member and allowed it to dive down into her throat and then out again. "You have a beautiful penis, my love," and again the hard prick plunged in and out of her mouth. Brad kept repeating "Darling, Darling," as he saw swept along on this most heavenly joy ride.
Elizabeth took his tool into her mouth once more and then held it there. She smothered it with her loving tongue. She kissed and sucked it at the same time. Her teeth held onto it enough to add deeper thrill to the already powerful feeling generating within the eager boy. She continued her passion until the giant organ suddenly assumed a feeling of fantastic tenseness and the boy shut his eyes and stiffened his body. A moaning cry burst from his lips and a massive charge of semen shot out of his cock into the yearning and delightful mouth of the girl. She felt the hot pulpy fluid gush into every corner of her mouth, filling her mouth and even running out over her lips till it dripped off of her chin. She loved the taste. It had a mysterious and yet friendly flavor. As she let the shrunken tool loose, she looked up at her lover-her mouth still filled with his liquid tribute. She found his pleasured eyes with her own, and when she was certain that he was watching her intently, she swallowed his monstrous come.
Brad was in sex-heaven. He had never felt so complete in his life. To think that this gorgeous child of beauty had wanted him to see her swallow his sperm. It was a dream come true.
"You're precious," said Brad, as he held her face in his hands. "I've never had a better come."
Strangely enough, Elizabeth still seemed endowed with a type of pure innocence. It appeared to Brad that she could not have been the girl that just a moment ago was wildly sucking him off. Again she assumed the distant grace and majesty of an etheric queen. Was it possible that this serenely beautiful girl had just swallowed a mouth-full of semen? Brad almost began to doubt that what had just happened was truly real. He decided to ask Liz some pretty strong questions. "Did my spunk taste good?"
Elizabeth blushed delightfully. "Oh, it was delicious," she said. It has such a warm and friendly taste-and I love its thickness. Its so wonderfully gooey." She giggled joyously. "I could almost feel the life swimming around in it-the thousands of friendly wiggling sperm. There they all were in my mouth, and when I swallowed them I felt like I became their guardian and love. They belonged to me and I to them. I....I....never felt so complete in my life."
Brad made a fist of his right hand and pounded it against his forehead. His head turned back and forth. "You're out-a-sight, Liz. Absolutely out-a-sight." He gazed at her lovingly. "Tell me, how did it feel to have my cock shooting sperm into your mouth? Did it frighten you?"
"Oh no, I knew it was coming." She reached over and gave his limp dick a loving squeeze. "I felt it get very rigid and saw your body jerk violently. I knew then that you were right on the verge of shooting into me with great force. It really turned me on. I felt a timeless ecstasy flow through me, and then the ecstasy took form as your fluid ran into my mouth."
"You're blowing my mind," Brad said in response. "You're a perfect angel."
Suddenly, and without any prior indications, Elizabeth laid back on the car seat. Her legs were drawn up and her skirt rested on her belly. Brad had a perfect view of her glistening cunt. He marveled at the beautiful whiteness of her thighs and rosy soft pinkness of her slit. She was a joy to see. Brad drew her legs apart and pressed his face to her love-nest. His tongue sought out and found her clitoris. He circled it and licked it over and over. The girl began to moan with renewed passion. She parted her legs all the more.
"I love to open my legs to you," she said in a swoon. "I love to feel you touching my vagina and sucking my clitoris. Your breath on me is so beautiful. Your body is beautiful and your penis is a symbol of strength and joy. Look at my opened legs. They want you, I want you. Oh, your touch is so good, so sweet. Oh. Go faster. Grind your teeth onto my clitoris...yes, like that...yes....oooh....that's so good.....so sweet....more now.....Brad, my love......Brad......Brad...."
She raised her hips, holding them erect. Her mound of Venus was thrust out into the glow of the moon. Brad was amazed at the extent of her passion. He was also amazed at his exceedingly good fortune in being able to eat out this glorious girl. He decided there and then that life was wonderful. He had only one wish. He wished that he could get another hard-on immediately and take advantage of Elizabeth's beautiful pink love-cave. "Doggone," she said to himself. "My kingdom for an erection."
Meanwhile, he continued his important and very pleasurable task. His tongue darted in and out of the heavenly lips. He outlined her box entirely. He pushed his nose into the inviting lips too. Elizabeth reached down and circled the back of his head with her hands. Her fingers interlaced and began coaxing Brad's head still deeper into her pink pudding. She maneuvered his head so that first his mouth, then nose, forehead, and hair were all crammed into her pussy. Never had her labia lips been spread so far apart. She closed her eyes and caught for herself an image of a thoroughbred stallion prancing powerfully across a meadow. She saw herself approach the horse and stroke its mane. The horse neighed happily. Then the horse began to back-trot, and Elizabeth noticed a massive rod extended beneath its belly. She was fascinated by it and could not take her eyes from it. What strength it symbolized.
The huge organ became the epitome of masculine beauty to her. It beckoned to her and she could not resist its summons. Under the horse she crawled till she was face to face with the giant cock. It was a good eighteen inches long and a firm four inches across. She opened her mouth to receive the giant member, and as the action reached consummation she saw a twinkling star in the middle of her life and mind. The star grew larger and she perceived that it was composed of a creamy white substance. As she focused on it, she realized the star to be semen, and in its center was what seemed to be a word vibrating in shimmering gold. She strained her inner eye to receive the word as it undulated before her in its peaceful rhythm. And then, in one magic moment the word became clear. It said 'Love,' and the awestruck and overcome girl felt a pulsating rush flow through her being, and a flow of precious oil dewed in her cunt. A long sighing echo-like sound came from deep within her, and Brad, his face guzzled up Elizabeth's delicious twat up to his ears, heard the rolling tone, "ooooooh.....aaaaa.......ummmmm."
The lovers were exhausted, but it was that beautiful exhaustion which only follows a dream fulfilled. Brad was laying with his head On her smooth white belly, his neck surrounded by the golden little curls of damp hair. Elizabeth, like a loving wife, was running her fingers through his hair. She began to hum a vague little tune, and it struck Brad that he was now discovering yet another part of this girl. As the melody flowed from her lips, Brad felt that Liz was far more than just a girl. She was an infinitely special point in the universe, and that point rested on a mysterious line which separated life and death and all the enigmas of all time. She became for him a truly magnificent goddess, a love-guide to all the answers which he sought out of life. He dwelled on the complete auspiciousness of this particular evening; the ending of the old and the beginning of the new.
He turned over and drew himself up on her so that he could kiss her neck and mouth. "Liz," he said, "do you ever get ideas that surprise you? I mean, do you think about things that you don't understand, and yet you know that one day you will understand, and that when you do, something fabulous will overtake you and you'll be totally free?"
She waited for some moments before answering him. "I thought, tonight, about a lot of things. Sure, I'd thought before about what I wanted to do after school-how I was going to get the most out of life. It seemed that travel, going places and seeing different people and learning about how they lived-that seemed the best thing to do-the most rewarding. But tonight...tonight...when you were......" She covered her face to hide her childlike nonplus.
"When I was eating you out?" suggested Brad.
"Yes," she replied with a slight giggle that was terribly charming. "I felt then that all I wanted was inside me, and that being with you here, and you having your mouth on me and my mouth on you....I felt....free....free for the first time."
"My my," said Brad jokingly. "You're really getting into it. I just wonder what you're going to feel when a good loving pud gets you up here," and he playfully inserted his middle finger, left hand, into her juicy pussy.
"Oh Brad, no," exclaimed the girl. "I.....I wasn't even thinking that. I feel so complete now. How could I need more when I know that....sucking is so beautiful. I don't think I'll ever need....intercourse.....to experience still greater feeling."
It struck Brad that what he had felt before-about Elizabeth being a distant and mysterious woman-was absolutely true. He realized too that her mystery was very much her innocence. To think that a girl could indulge herself as she had done and still be shy about fucking was a reality clear out of this world.
"Liz," he said, "I think we should stay together all night." She made a move to protest but he stopped her short. "Now listen, I don't mean for more sex. I mean we should be together because we're very close now. This is a special evening, true?" She nodded in agreement. "Well, let's make it last. We can stay at my house. There's a couple fellows from the football team there celebrating, but they'll go home if we want them to, and we can spend a peaceful evening together discussing everything."
She smiled reservedly. "Ok, I'll call home and tell my folks I'm staying over Kathy's."
CHAPTER THREE
The house was glowing with lights as Brad brought the convertible to a halt in the driveway. Elizabeth was surprised to hear so many voices, and she grew apprehensive about going in. Brad sought to comfort her. football team are here. You know Scotty-he's a good enough fellow. Just don't pay any attention to them." He paused a moment, then added with emphasis: "They'll understand."
Inside the house, five members of the squad were gathered together playing cards. Scotty wasn't around. Brad noticed his absence as soon as he and Liz were through the front door.
"Well," he asked, "where's the great team leader?"
One of the boys responded. "I think he's sick. Probably went into your bedroom to sleep it off."
Brad introduced Elizabeth to the boys. She knew several of them-had even dated one. Liz, the undisputed queen of the school, was well known to all the boys. She had been the inspiration for many of their erotic wild dreams.
After spending a few minutes creating an easy rapport between Liz and the guys, Brad left his little darling and went off to find Scotty. He found the team-captain sitting slumped over on the floor. Scotty never could hold his booze. He never touched the stuff as a rule, but grad night was an exception. Besides, his steady girl, Claire, had committed herself to going to the prom with a visiting cousin, and Scotty couldn't scare up another girl to celebrate the evening with. It was quite a let-down, he being the proud football leader and all, and he sought to drown his unhappiness in drink. For an hour he had been in a drugged sleep, but his restlessness had caused him to stir.
"Hello pal," he mumbled at Brad, all the while waving his arms blindly in the air, "what's doing?" He was no longer drunk as such, but his head was a center of aching pain.
"Liz is with me," replied Brad. "Try and get yourself together." He moved over to Scotty and helped him to his feet.
"You got a little something going with that cold statue, huh, c'mon and tell 'ol Scotty all about it. Tell me how you fucked her good and how she sucked you off. Right?"
"Not quite," came the answer. "You know Liz and her custom-made chastity belt; always holding out."
"Poor fellow," gasped Scotty as he recovered from his ordeal of rising off the floor. "Just beat your meat to her-that's about as close as any of us are gonna get to jamming her cunt. At least she's a good jack-off dream lover."
Brad had decided not to make public his exploits of beautiful Elizabeth. He was hoping that soon, very soon, he'd get to pop her little cherry. Until then, he would remain a most confidential lover.
"I've got to get some air," muttered Scotty. "Lead me to the door." He shook his head. "What a headache I've got, sickening. Oh yes, lead me past the fair angel of virginity too-may as well get an erection."
The boys moved back into the living room. Liz was sitting petitely in an arm-chair reading a magazine. The five young dudes in the room pretended not to react to her presence, but they very well felt her being there.
Scotty saw her with still-blurry vision and gave her a little salute. She smiled at him and said "Hello," with her song-bird voice. Scotty was torn between lust for Liz and the sickness that his drinking had brought on. He groped for the door, blew Liz a kiss, and disappeared outside.
The night air felt good, and Scotty felt himself being revived from his stupor. He strolled slowly down the block, looking at the houses, hoping to see something that would quell his monotonous pain and boredom. Most of the houses were dark, while others, with lights on, were cloaked in privacy. "What a drag," he said to himself.
Approaching the corner, he heard soft music drifting toward him. There was a dim fight on in a room on the side of the house, and the curtains were hardly drawn. Scotty walked over and squatted down amidst some bushes and peered into the room. At first he saw a dresser with cosmetics on top in disarray, then a love seat with men's clothing on it. A girl swept into his view. She was of medium height, sun-tanned bronze, with her hair done up in golden curls a la young Shirley Temple. Scotty reckoned she was older than he had first thought -probably she was about twenty-five. She was wearing a full-length nightie, sheer, and Scotty could see the lovely nipples of her supple breasts as if she wore nothing, as well as a faint suggestion of pubic hair around her well-contoured 'V. Scotty unconsciously wet his lips with his tongue and continued staring into the room.
A door to the right of the dresser opened, and a man of thirty or so years, entered. He was wearing only his short's, and as he closed the door behind him and turned to the woman, Scotty saw the man's shaft start to raise and the front of his shorts strain to accommodate the tremendous bulge. The woman moved up to him, put her arms around his neck and gave him a long" hot kiss. The man had grasped the sides of her nightie and began lifting it. Scotty saw the lingerie move up her legs revealing a shapely pair of legs and a smooth white behind. Soon the garment was removed entirely, and the man led the very attractive woman over to the double bed. He picked her up, kissed her again, and laid her down on her back on the bed. Quickly the man removed his shorts, revealing a strong, hard, seven inch prick. Scotty was pleased to discover that he could overhear what they were saying. He heard the woman say, "God, you've got a gorgeous tool."
The man got onto the bed, swung his body over the woman so that his massive cock pointed toward her mouth while his head stationed itself above her succulent pussy.
"Oh, good, good," called out the woman. "Loving sixty-nine," she added, and took the big dick into her mouth, sucking away madly while simultaneously opening her thighs.
Scotty noticed that there was little hair around her cunt. He had a perfect view-straight ahead-and he was already possessed of a most unyielding hard-on. To relieve his longing, he pressed his legs together and continued watching.
The man bent over the exposed twat and ran his finger up and down its length. He opened and closed the lips, then suddenly shoved three fingers into the smooth hole. The woman nearly buckled over, and a cry of pleasure sprang from her the instant she removed the stalwart prick from her mouth.
"Tom, Tom," she explained, "I love you, my cunt loves you. Oh god Tom, fuck me now fuck me hard. Shove your cock up me so far that I can feel it in my throat."
In a flash, the man had reversed his position and had mounted her. Scotty saw him rub the bulging tool up and down the length of the wet cavity. Then, with a determined lunge, the rod disappeared into the steaming slit. With slow and deliberate motion, the prick moved in and out of the warm walls of heaven. The woman timed her movements with his, and a soft slapping sound escaped each time the hot cock charged into the hilt.
"It's so good," moaned the woman in ecstasy. "Work the tip in and out of the lips...yes...oooooh, that's so good. Now push it all the way up.....ooooooh.....its driving me mad.....shove it in hard." The man began pounding his rod in and out with incredible force. "Yes.....
cram it into me.....give it all to me....fuck me.....fuck me."
She grabbed her partner's buttocks to aid the force of his thrust, pulling the cheeks part as she drew him onto her. "Oh Christ.....its so beautiful......more, more.....push it into my belly.....don't ever stop.......oooooh God its good." She felt between the cheeks of the man's buttocks till she found his ass-hole. After wetting a finger with her mouth, she then placed it on the puckered orifice and slowly entered the sensitive opening.
"Do you like this, my love?" she asked, all the while turning the finger back and forth and pushing it further into his rectum.
"I adore it, Cynthia," he answered, and rammed his prick into her again.
The loving woman was swinging her finger around the inside of her lovers' anal cavity, creating thrill upon new thrill for the man. The passionate need for a release of come built up in the stud, but he did not want to come yet. He withdrew his tool one more time, then allowed it to make its terrible way up her pussy and come to rest.
"Let's not move for a few moments," he said. I almost shot off, and we don't want that, do we?"
"Oh god, no," she replied. "It feels good just having your prick inside me. Feel me caress your sword with my cunt." She worked the muscles around the hard intruder in this, the most intimate embrace possible. She had removed her finger from his anus, which he responded to by raising himself up so that he rested on squatted knees, the woman's legs drawn straight up against his chest, her bottom remaining on his knees, the prick firmly buried inside her. For a short time they rested.
During the interlude, Scotty opened his pants and let his swollen member out into the air. He squeezed it a few times, then pressed it back down between his legs. How he would have liked to ram the broad himself. The solitary fellow was so hot, and wanted a fuck so bad, he was almost brought to tears.
Soon his attention was redrawn to the couple. The woman was beginning to disengage her cunt from the man, and when done she turned onto her hands and knees, her head down. The man directed his cock up to her rectum, pushing once or twice in an attempt at an easy penetration.
"My prick might be too big for your little hole," he said, "but I'm going to do her anyway." He parted her cheeks and began working at getting the big shaft into the anus of the woman. She kit the hole stretch as it received the first inch, and she had to clinch her teeth to withstand the pain. The man kept to his task, slowly getting the tight tunnel to give enough to receive its guest.
"Oh Lord, I can't believe it," cried the girl. "It's fantastic...go slowly....uuuuoo.....I love it."
The pain had been great at first, but now the prick traveled evenly into her.
"Darling," she said, "how much of your cock is yet to enter me?"
"A good three inches," he replied, and then with a quick thrust shoved another inch into her.
The man bent over the exposed twat and ran his finger up and down its length. He opened and closed the lips, then suddenly shoved three fingers into the smooth hole. The woman nearly buckled over, and a cry of pleasure sprang from her the instant she removed the stalwart prick from her mouth.
"Tom, Tom," she explained, "I love you, my cunt loves you. Oh god Tom, fuck me now fuck me hard. Shove your cock up me so far that I can feel it in my throat."
In a flash, the man had reversed his position and had mounted her. Scotty saw him rub the bulging tool up and down the length of the wet cavity. Then, with a determined lunge, the rod disappeared into the steaming slit. With slow and deliberate motion, the prick moved in and out of the warm walls of heaven. The woman timed her movements with his, and a soft slapping sound escaped each time the hot cock charged into the hilt.
"It's so good," moaned the woman in ecstasy. "Work the tip in and out of the lips...yes...oooooh, that's so good. Now push it all the way up.....ooooooh.....its driving me mad.....shove it in hard." The man began pounding his rod in and out with incredible force. "Yes.....
cram it into me.....give it all to me....fuck me.....fuck me."
She grabbed her partner's buttocks to aid the force of his thrust, pulling the cheeks part as she drew him onto her. "Oh Christ.....its so beautiful......more, more.....push it into my belly.....don't ever stop.......oooooh God its good." She felt between the cheeks of the man's buttocks till she found his ass-hole. After wetting a finger with her mouth, she then placed it on the puckered orifice and slowly entered the sensitive opening.
"Do you like this, my love?" she asked, all the while turning the finger back and forth and pushing it further into his rectum.
"I adore it, Cynthia," he answered, and rammed his prick into her again.
The loving woman was swinging her finger around the inside of her lover's anal cavity, creating thrill upon new thrill for the man. The passionate need for a release of come built up in the stud, but he did not want to come yet. He withdrew his tool one more time, then allowed it to make its terrible way up her pussy and come to rest.
"Let's not move for a few moments," he said. I almost shot off, and we don't want that, do we?"
"Oh god, no," she replied. "It feels good just having your prick inside me. Feel me caress your sword with my cunt." She worked the muscles around the hard intruder in this, the most intimate embrace possible. She had removed her finger from his anus, which he responded to by raising himself up so that he rested on squatted knees, the woman's legs drawn straight up against his chest, her bottom remaining on his knees, the prick firmly buried inside her. For a short time they rested.
During the interlude, Scotty opened his pants and let his swollen member out into the air. He squeezed it a few times, then pressed it back down between his legs. How he would have liked to ram the broad himself. The solitary fellow was so hot, and wanted a fuck so bad, he was almost brought to tears.
Soon his attention was redrawn to the couple. The woman was beginning to disengage her cunt from the man, and when done she turned onto her hands and knees, her head down. The man directed his cock up to her rectum, pushing once or twice in an attempt at an easy penetration.
"My prick might be too big for your little hole," he said, "but I'm going to do her anyway." He parted her cheeks and began working at getting the big shaft into the anus of the woman. She felt the hole stretch as it received the first inch, and she had to clinch her teeth to withstand the pain. The man kept to his task, slowly getting the tight tunnel to give enough to receive its guest.
"Oh Lord, I can't believe it," cried the girl. "It's fantastic...go slowly....uuuuoo.....I love it."
The pain had been great at first, but now the prick traveled evenly into her.
"Darling," she said, "how much of your cock is yet to enter me?"
"A good three inches," he replied, and then with a quick thrust shoved another inch into her.
"I'm in love with your prick," exclaimed the woman. "I want it to be mine forever. I want to have it to suck and fuck. I wish you could drive it into my rectum and mouth at the same time." The man reached up between her thighs and shoved four fingers into her joy-pit. The woman shook with pleasure, and at the same instant the prick slid all the way into her private cavity leaving the big balls resting against her cheeks.
"Yes, yes," screamed the girl. "Tom, put your prick in my cunt now. Please Tom, quickly."
The obliging fellow pulled his tool clear and swiftly placed it within her cunt lips. His hand which had been toying with the little jewel now opened the portal for the gorged spear. With a great shove, the prick slammed into her with all its tremendous length.
The gorgeous -blonde nearly screamed, her passion and joy being all but overpowering. "Lord, you've really packed it in. Your tool feels bigger than ever......oh, God, yes.....twist it around inside me, move it back and forth now....yes......I can feel the head swell.....its magnificent, you've got the most magnificent prick in the world.....
ooooohh......I'm almost out of my mind and I love it...."
In and out went the shaft, hot and strong. The woman moved her head down under so that she could watch the cock as it did its beautiful work. She gazed in fascination at the bulging veins, the great and proud head. Each time the huge rod completed its thrust, the woman shut her eyes and gave herself up to the passion. Again and again the thrusts were repeated. Suddenly the man grabbed the woman on her hips, then cupped his hands over her tits pressing them hard. He began shoving the cock in and out with greater and greater speed, adding an extra hard angular shove at the end of each thrust. The woman was swept into a complete swoon of fuck. At the very height of their passion, the man clamped himself over the woman entirely, drove home his hot prick, gave out a long, deep sigh of sex-bliss, and shot forth a giant load of semen into the inner most reaches of the loving cunt. The woman had met his copious charge head on, showering the throbbing sex parts with her sweet due. The awesome cock shot bolt after bolt of love-juice into the creamy warm cunt-cave; five, six, seven, eight. The fluid had flowed over the precious tender lips of the woman's twat, and had began to stream down her belly.
The man withdrew his spent member, and covered the well-oiled cunt swiftly with his hand. A large mound of semen dropped into his open palm. Moving off of her entirely, he laid down full length on the bed, keeping his hand closed around the spunk.
"Stretch out, Cynthia," he said. "Lay back, close your eyes, and open your mouth." She did so, not realizing what was going to happen next.
"I have a little gift for you, love. I hope you like it."
He leaned over and poured the thick, rich fluid into her mouth. She knew at once what it was, and smiled with happiness. With her tongue she spread the pulpy goo into all the crevices in her mouth, keeping her mouth open so that her partner could enjoy the sight.
"It's delicious, so warm and sticky. It even tastes like fuck." Her words were half-garbled, for the spunk kept running down her throat as she talked.
As she continued to savor her lover's tribute, the man shifted to his side, and drew her to him. Their mouths came together in a loving kiss, and Cynthia passed the semen from her mouth into Tom's. Their tongues entwined round one another, coated and made as one by the warm sea of come. Removing his mouth from hers, Scotty saw the man let some spunk flow out of his mouth and drop onto the woman's face. Some of it trickled across the bridge of her nose and landed in her eyes.
Scotty could contain himself no longer. He took his prick in his hand, gave it one squeeze, and ejaculated his pent up sperm into his hand. He was almost as exhausted as the couple he had been watching.
After drying his hand off on the grass, Scotty sank down for a brief respite. Fifteen minutes passed. He heard movements in the room, and again looked in. At first he could not make out what was happening, but soon he realized. He saw that the man was inserting the flexible tip of an aerosol whipped cream can into the woman's box. With the nozzle inside her cunt-lips, he jerked the can back and forth, sending streams of whipped cream deep inside the pussy. The woman laughed happily. Soon the canned-cream came frothing out over the smooth, slick lips. Without further ado, the man removed the can and placed it over her rectum. He squeezed a bit of cream onto the opening, then slid the tube-nozzle into the hole. A large quantity of cream shot up the woman's anus, then became full and began to bubble out of the ass-hole. Then the man swung into position so that he could lick off the surplus cream. He sucked her a good deal, scooping his tongue into the tasty twat and over the ass-hole. His enjoyment seemed complete, and the girl, laughing all the time, joined in his feeling.
Poor Scotty was a nervous wreck. He was having chills of sensation in all parts of his body, and especially in his hand. "Goddam," he said to himself, "what a world. What a life. Fantastic." He thought of the utter incredibility of the scene he had witnessed. It was such a marvel to consider the unique sex-practices which went on within the very proper-seeming houses in the neighborhood. He firmly believed that within other homes, all manner of wild sex-acts were going on. He could believe that some dignified looking women on the very block he was on, would gladly suck off anything: man, beast, or object.
Shaking his head, he came back to his own situation. He zipped up his pants, got up, and began heading back to Brad's house.
CHAPTER FOUR
Elizabeth had just completed a phone call to her parents as Scotty walked in the door. She had had no trouble convincing them that she was spending the night over her girlfriend Kathy's house. Liz had always been an outstanding and proper girl, and her folks saw no reason to think that she was bound for mischief on her grad night.
After finishing the call, Elizabeth turned to greet Scotty. She had never found him especially appealing as a person, but she was impressed with his usual animal vitality. Upon seeing his haggard condition as he slouched against a wall, Liz almost thought that this wasn't Scotty at all. If anything, he seemed the opposite of the Scotty at school, and he had acquired this change in the very short time he had spent outside the house. "Scotty," she declared, "you look a bit tired. Are you all right?"
"Yea, I guess so," he answered, "but after seeing what I just did, I'm not sure."
Elizabeth's interest immediately heightened. Her eyes opened wide, sparkling with youthful beauty.
"Why, what did you see?" she asked innocently.
"You really want to know?"
"Silly," she replied, "of course I want to know."
"Ok, then," said Scotty, coughing as he did so. "I just saw a swinging couple go through the hardest fucking bout imaginable. They fucked so strong their bed practically collapsed. They sucked each other good, and he even jammed his pud up her ass. Damn, was that a show. The dude really went all the way. He filled the chick's hole with whipped cream and ate her out. Hot-damn, it was just too much. It just destroyed me."
You can well believe that this little tale destroyed our darling Elizabeth too. She was terribly embarrassed, and had lowered her head to hide the crimson color that her face was turning. Truly, she was upset as well as embarrassed-yet she could not stop her mind from thinking about what Scotty had said. In her mind she saw a loving couple embracing one another, saw the man slip his tool into his partner's love nest, saw the look of ecstasy on the woman's face. Lovely Liz felt her own yummy slit begin to throb with the thought. But she knew that this was neither the time or the place to allow her mind to wander so. She forced herself away from thinking sex-thoughts, and turned her attention once more to Scotty.
"Really, Scott," she said with her charming child-like tone of voice, "I don't think its very correct of you to talk that way to me. I'm one of your football pals." She gave of an expression of being hurt.
Scotty threw up his arms as if to say he was sorry, and stepped over to Liz till he was directly in front of her. Suddenly, before she knew what was happening, Scotty slipped his right hand underneath her dainty, pleated skirt, and gave her tender pussy a hard squeeze. Holding her neck with his left hand, he exposed a goodly portion of her fine neck. Quick as a shot, he sunk his teeth into her neck. Poor Elizabeth was so startled, she couldn't scream. Her mouth opened but all that came forth was a knotted "uh." She began pounding on Scotty's chest, and when her voice returned she yelled, "Let me go, l-e-t- m-eg-o."
The other boys in the house heard the commotion and ran into the hallway. They found Elizabeth stiffened with shock, leaning against the front door. Her breath came in gasps. Scotty was nonchalantly staring off in no particular direction.
Brad looked at the pair for what seemed a very long time before he spoke. Finally, he asked Elizabeth what had happened.
She was slightly delirious as she answered. "I don't want to talk about it. It was nothing, nothing."
Turning to Scotty, Brad repeated his question.
"Like the little lady says," sounded the rugged athlete, "nothing. Nothing at all," he paused, then added: "except for me grabbing her cute little joy-buzzer."
Brad was near rage, but he didn't want to add more fuel to the fire by going at Scotty-not in his parent's home. Instead, he went over to Elizabeth and put his arm around her. She returned the gesture and tucked her head down beneath his shoulder. The boys watched as the pair moved down the hall and disappeared from view.
They went into Brad's bedroom, where he suggested to Liz that she lie down on the bed and get some rest. It was then that he noticed the vicious bite on her neck.
"Darling," he said, "did he do that?" She nodded. "You poor baby, you must be in pain. Let me put something on it."
He raised her up and tenderly kissed her on the smarting surface. She smiled at him and said "thanks," in a voice so soft it was barely audible.
Brad let her back on the bed, then laid down beside her. They were both still, then Brad began stroking her gorgeous hair.
"Honey," he said, "we may as well make ourselves comfortable. No use keeping these rags on."
"Brad," she said, "I don't know if we should. Maybe it wouldn't be right-here in your parent's house." Yet, as she said these words, Brad could sense a longing on the part of the luscious girl to do the very thing he had suggested. He got up bolted the bedroom door, and casually undid his pants. Elizabeth registered surprise, bit her lower Up in her usual charming manner, and said: "Oh, Brad, I just don't know how to think anymore."
"Don't think," he answered. "Just relax. Here, let me help you out of some of your things."
She made no objection. While she remained laying on the bed, he unfastened her skirt, then slid it off of her. She had on a cute little half-slip, and Brad hesitated a moment before proceeding to remove it. He was getting a strong erection now, and his head pounded with increasing excitement.
"You're positively lovely," he said, as he gaze at her naked, shapely legs." The delightful little sweetheart blew a kiss to him in reply, causing Brad's prick to jerk wildly. He opened her legs while remaining in front of her, and looked down at her silk pink panties. Little tufts of her golden pubic hairs extended out beyond the edges of the extra brief and maddeningly concealing garment. Brad's breath was getting very heavy. He reached down and grabbed the panties at the sides. Elizabeth, to his great joy, raised her hips to help him. The tiny piece of underclothing slid down her legs, and then, with a flick of his hand, dropped from Brad's hold and landed on the carpeted floor.
"Oh glory," he exclaimed, as his eyes took in the full open view of her extra tasty and inviting cunt. "You've got such a gorgeous pussy. I could look at you forever."
Elizabeth felt that wonderful churning motion begin within her twat. The impulse to yield to Brad began to flow through her, as well as an unquenchable desire to have a prick fill up her sweet dewing muff. Her mind had gone into a blank, except for the emotions which could the picture-form of fucking.
"Brad," she said, her heart beating madly, "I'd......
I'd........"
"Yes, dear," he answered, while removing the last of his own clothing. "What is it, love?" He was now stark naked; his prick standing at attention.
The delightful girl was having a problem getting the words out of her mouth. "I'd like...you....to...."
"Go on, darling," he encouraged-at the same time helping the young princess out of her sweater and bra.
"I'd like...you...to..." Again she hesitated.
Brad was spreading her tempting labia lips with two fingers, and intently looked into the open jewel.
"Say it, Elizabeth, you have to say it."
The priceless young female gathered herself. Then, in a voice which was clear and tinged with excitement, she said: "I want you to fuck me. Yes, I want you to send your cock way up into me. I want you to take my cherry-" It took no time at all for Brad to mount her. She opened her legs as wide as they would go, and felt the tip of his enflamed member as Brad placed it within her wet rose-box. Methodically, yet gently, Brad pushed his determined staff into the seeping wet, smooth warm cunt. Liz grabbed her tits, then began pinching her nipples.
"Let that to me," said Brad, and he moved her hands to her sides and placed his mouth over her left tit. He sucked away as would a baby, then began kneading the nipple with his teeth.
"Oooooh, I can't believe it-it's so good," moaned the ecstatic girl. "I wish I'd been fucked before. I wish I could have been fucked every day of my life. God, my cunt is hot. Can you shove more of your cock into me? Please shove it into me....I need it....I need you to fuck me hard...let me have it...please...."
Brad's prick had now oozed up to Elizabeth's beloved litde maidenhead. He pressed a little against it with his bulging, impatient dick.
"If I go any further," he said, "You may have some pain. You know I'll have to pop your cherry."
"Yes, oh yes, do," cried the girl. "I want you to. I want you to thrust your prick all the way home. Shove it into me. Push it into my womb, I'd like that. I want to feel the head of your cock in my belly. God, I never knew it would be like this. Please, Brad, bust my cherry now."
Brad withdrew his cock to the lips of Liz's steaming cunt. He raised up over her, keeping his arms straight. Their eyes were focused one on the other's.
"Close your legs around my back," he told her. Elizabeth gladly did as she was instructed. "Now...now.."
With a massive thrust, Brad sent his prick pounding into her. In an instant the girl's cherry was no more. The dedicated cock cruised well up into the juicy comfort of the innermost parts of Liz's cunt. Liz had suppressed a scream, but tears were rolling down her face. Her legs grasped and held Brad tightly."
"Brad......." she moaned, "It's so beautiful ... the pain is beautiful.....oh heavens....."
Sweat was beading up over Brad's face. He pulled his dick out again-nearly all the way, then shoved it back in. Instinctively, Elizabeth met his thrust head-on. Her yearning cunt sucked up the monster organ like there was no tomorrow.
"Good, good," she cried. "Push it in and out faster.... yes, oh GOD....your prick is my king....my cunt is your servant...fuck me, my king.....fuck me for all the days I wanted a cock in me.....flood me with your love juice.....I love your hardness in me.....oooooohh.....aaaaaa.......go faster now ..... let me hick you now, hold your prick steady."
Brad stopped his movements. His cock lay pulsing fully buried within Liz's pink-pudding. Liz undid her legs from about Brad's back. Then she inched down toward the end of the bed so that their sex parts were perfectly in line. Brad's cock was now pointed straight down into her warm wetness. Liz lowered her body down off his shaft slowly. She saw the hot glistening organ in all its bulging beauty. Lowering still more, she saw the circumcised head spread her cunt-lips as it made its exit.
"Your cock is truly royal," she exclaimed. "I see the pride that it has. The tip of your dick is a crown, and I am here to love it."
She lifted her hips and received the member again. Up and down, up and down. Liz saw drops of blood around her cunt, and that turned her on all the more. She increased the rhythm, faster and faster. Her eyes wore an etheric glaze. Her gorgeous hair was matted from the sweat of sex-excitement.
Suddenly her expression changed. To Brad, she seemed on the verge of orgasm.. At that moment, Liz cried out: "Join me now...join me in fuck. Slam it into me, tough and strong......."
They began riding along at a tremendous gallop. Their bodies no longer seemed separate-they were one moment in life, and the moment was a time of fuck. The heavenly lights began to explode within their being.
Liz was fucking like a pro. She had Brad in a state of madness. He dropped his mouth onto hers and they joined tongues in passionate Frenching. Liz broke away from Brad's lips. She was on the verge of complete ecstasy.
"Brad," she moaned, "I'm.........c-o-m-i-n-g....."
Her cunt was pulsating furiously. Brad made one last shove into her, and shot forth his semen into her most secret and private treasure. The hot fluid blended into her sex-oil and bubbled down Brad's throbbing prick. Liz received the hot spunk in her bliss. She lowered her legs and said, "Oh my......."
The lovers laid down side by side. Liz kept her thighs spread, and felt the warm come dripping out of her cunt onto the sheet. She rolled over and saw the pool of creamy white love-goo and the specks of her blood that had mingled with it. Then she turned back to Brad, kissed him on his lips, and laid back in satisfied tranquility.
CHAPTER FIVE
The lovers had been resting peacefully for twenty or thirty minutes. Liz was mulling over numerous thoughts, thoughts of the visions that the night's sex experiences had given her. It was astonishing for her to realize that so much had happened in one night. Ironically enough, the night was still young-it was now only a bit past eleven thirty. She remembered how the idea of freedom had presented itself to her after the graduation ceremony. Freedom-the word even sounded good. To be free to do what she wanted to do, no matter what it was, that was the zenith of her thoughts.
In other parts of the house, the boys were discussing the absence of Brad and Elizabeth. They hadn't eavesdropped on the couple, primarily because they were all rather drowsy from drinking. So it was that Scotty and his team-mates did not know that Brad had been fucking the beautiful living-legend of Conley high school. But now, what with the couple having been behind closed doors for a good hour and more, the young dudes began to consider the possibility the something foxy was going on between the pair.
One of the boys-his name was Charles-suggested that someone do a bit of investigating to see what was what behind the bedroom door. "I'll buy that," said Scotty in response to the suggestion. "Go to it, man. Do it. Do your thing."
Charles hadn't really planned on being the spy himself, but he saw no reason to argue about the mission.
"Well," he said, "if there's some snatch to be had, I'm going to get the first helping."
Charles was the one boy in the group that had dated Elizabeth. She had once let him see her naked. That was when they were alone at the beach. They had been swimming together, and they were both having a lot of fun. Liz was wearing a bikini, and as she swam, her tits slipped loose of the suit-top. They had gone on swimming, and only as they were walking out of the water did Liz notice she was bare from the waist up. Charles had been aware of this for more than a few moments, and he was enjoying the sight to the fullest. Liz, pretending she was more startled than she was, ran playfully down the shore away from her companion. She then then turned around, her hands covering her breasts, and started walking back toward Charles.
When she was about ten feet away from him, she removed her hands from her boobs, grabbed the sides for her bikini bottom, and yanked them down. She stood smiling at her very surprised friend. The bikini bottom was at her feet, and as she stepped away from it, she made a high arc with her right leg, exposing to Charles' gaze her sparkling jelly-hole. Charles had then dashed over to her, and before the darling girl slipped away, he managed to give her twat a nice squeeze, as well as succeeding in getting a finger into her privates.
This had been the closest any dude at Conley high school had come to ripping off a piece with Elizabeth. She had been as daring as she was with Charles because he was terribly attractive to her at the time. He was short, well built, clever, and had a great sense of humor. She had really wanted him to fuck her, but at that time she, of course, had wanted to maintain her virginity.
How things had changed since that day on the beach! Now, dear Elizabeth was stretched out nude on Brad's bed, and Charles was tip-toeing up to the bedroom door to see what he could see. Hearing no sound, he bent down and looked through the open keyhole.
Imagine his surprise! He saw the couple nude together, Liz with her hand resting on Brad's peaceful prick. "Holy smoke and holy fuck," thought Charles. "If this doesn't beat all." His cock was already extended from seeing Liz, and when the sweet girl drew up her legs, affording the intent spectator a view her cunt's lapping lips, Charles felt that good 'ol pain-pleasure build up strong inside him, extending his dick further and further.
Charles turned away from the door. He just didn't want to see Liz like she was nude and ready. What he wanted to do was stick her-no buts about it. He stumbled back into the living room where the other boys were waiting. Nearly in unison, they all asked him, "Well?"
"You won't believe it," he said, shaking his head. "I'm not sure I believe, and I know I saw it."
"What? WHAT, for God's sake did you see?" shouted one of the boys. "C'mon, Chuck baby, don't hold out on us."
Charles rested one leg against an easy chair. "Ok, cats, dig it. Our little Miss Chastity has become the Belle of the Ball-and I do mean balL Scotty was all ears. "What're you saying, man? I mean-I know what you're saying, just say more."
"It's simply this, gents," said Charles. "Miss Perfect Fuck of the Twentieth Century seems to have just been raped by our fair comrade in arms, Six Bradford."
"Well God-damn," said Scotty. "This is really rich." He turned to the other boys. "What do you suggest we do with this situation? Shall he rescue Liz and escort her home to her parents-and let her cry out her shame."
"Yeah, sure," answered the biggest fellow in the bunch. "What do we want with Elizabeth and her tight cunt?"
The boys are laughed. Charles, meanwhile, was hatching a plan.
"Listen," he said, "I have this sneaky feeling that this evening is just beginning. Now let's be cool, and quite conceivably we all might get to dip our puds into Liz's muff. I think that all but one of us should split, and were things get fucking good, all the other dudes will be getting phone-calls to join in the fun-and come."
"Now just a minute," interjected Scotty. "I don't see why we all can't stay here and have a gang-bang right off the bat."
"Scotty," replied Charles, "you're really a dumb shit. You don't know Liz like I do. I know the way that crazy chick is-the way she thinks. She won't go for a gang-bang one-two-three, no matter how hot she might be. We've got to build her up to it. She's no dumb broad, either. She'd sense that things weren't cool even if you hid out in the back-yard. Believe me, she's weird that way. Look, John's pad is half a block away. We draw straws to decide who gets the first go, and the rest of us wait for a while at John's. Can you dig it?"
You, the reader, can well imagine how little any of the boys wanted to leave. But, still Charles managed to convince them that his plan was the best. When the agreement was unanimous, the scheming little convincer went to the broom closet and removed eight straws from a house broom. He stuck one of the straws up his long-sleeved shirt, and shortened the other straws accordingly. When each of the boys drew his straw, Charles cunningly slipped the longest straw down into his palm, and managed to drop the one he had drawn sight-unseen. Naturally, clever-boy Charles was the winner. His pals were anything but happy with the results, but there was little they could do.
But Charles did feel a little guilt at cheating his buddies, and to sort of smooth things over, he suggested that each of them, in turn, take a peek at the lovely Liz. This idea was well received by all. Each fellow made a quiet trek to the bedroom door, and returned to the living room with a righteous bulge in the front of their pants. There was a good measure of moaning and groaning amongst them, as well as cock-rubbing. Finally, and with much effort, the boys left for John's place, leaving Charles to plan his next move.
He sat for some minutes, smoking a cigarette and plotting away. After due deliberation, a plan began to form in his head. He decided on a comic approach-that way, if things didn't work out, he could always pretend it was a joke. A moment later, he was knocking lightly on the bedroom door. Brad and Elizabeth stirred, and Charles could hear them whispering to one another.
"Ok, kids," called out Charles. "How about opening up in there and letting a friend in. Damn, I haven't seen either of you for a long time, and believe me, I was getting mighty concerned."
The loving couple were slipping into their clothes.
"Be with you in just a minute," answered Brad. "We've got a bit of complication here."
"I'll bet you have," laughed Charles. "Well, hop to It -get on your toes and face the music."
"I don't know what you're thinking, pal," said Brad. "We've got a bit of complication here."
"I'll bet you have," laughed Charles. "Well, hop to it-get on your toes and face the music."
"I don't know what you're thinking, pal," said Brad. "A body can't even get a bit of rest anymore without people getting ideas." He opened the door, and Charles smiled knowingly at him, then glanced over at Elizabeth.
"Liz, darling," he said, "you seem a bit peaked." He sat down beside her and took her hands in his. "Why, if I didn't know better, I'd say you two had been going at each other."
In spite of herself, Elizabeth giggled. Charles knew he was getting his foot in the door.
"Now just a minute," he said. "You don't mean that you two were....."
Brad moved across the room, attracting Charles' attention. "Liz and I are going to be married. We Just consummated the fact a little early."
Elizabeth hadn't expected Brad to say this, but for some reason, a reason that existed between the borders of truth and freedom, she saw no reason to complain.
Charles was pleased at the way things were developing. "Well, by golly, this is a special occasion. Let me be the first to congratulate you. He smiled mischievously at Liz, and slipped a hand onto one of her creamy thighs.
"Brad," he said, "Liz and I have known each other for a long time, and I would appreciate being alone with her for just a few minutes." He winked at his friend, and, in the best sense of true friendship, Brad returned the wink. "Listen," Charles added, "you just leave us alone for a few minutes-then come back."
"All right, you two," said Brad. "But just remember, Charles, that Liz is my future wife."
"You bet," came the answer. "See you a little later." Brad casually left the room.
Charles didn't waste any time. He skillfully worked his hand down between her thighs, while the exquisite girl made no motion to resist. It wasn't that she had made up her mind to totally succumb to his intentions-whatever they might be-but rather that she simply wanted to enjoy herself, to feel free to do so.
Charles, meanwhile, was blowing air in her ear, and occasionally interjected this action with a little bit of word-nonsense. "Booooooballlllooooo......doooooo.....do do." His hand had reached her charming honey-dip. Liz was not wearing her panties-she hadn't had the time to put them, or her bra on. She did have on her cute skirt and sweater, but they were so very easily removed.........
She was positively giggling now, thanks to Charles' varied antics. 'Charlie,' she said, 'you're so wonderfully funny." She bent her head over his and kissed him. He returned the kiss, and sent his tongue into her mouth. They began a good, loving session of Frenching. Both of them were beginning to heat up now. Liz felt the coil-like turning which always meant that her pussy was getting ready to play. They continued lapping and sucking each other's tongues, and the fires within them continued to grow. Liz began to squirm with sexual delight, and, as if directed there by some hidden force, her hand landed on Charles's pants right on top of his prick. She sought out the zipper with her fingers, found it, slid the zipper down, reached inside, and grabbed the hot cock. She pulled the swollen member free from its imprisonment and gave it a squeeze. Charles was nonchalantly trying to kick his pants off, but they jammed somewhere and he was foiled.
"Silly," said Elizabeth, "stand up and I'll help you."
"Charming idea," he replied, forever keeping his cool. They both stood up, and Liz pulled the pants and shorts down together. Charlie was busy removing his shirt, then assisted Elizabeth in getting her sweater off. Her skirt remained on, for the moment.
The lively angel-of-a girl was now sitting on the floor in front of Charlie, who remained standing. Liz was studying his prick intently. She looked at it from every angle, ran her hands over it, and gently fondled the balls. She held the balls as if she were weighing them, and continuously gave them a tender massage. The hard cock was bobbing in the air, and Charlie, always the kidder, said "Will you look at that prick of mine move.....wow."
"I am looking, love," answered Liz, "in case you hadn't noticed. I find your dick very attractive." She raised herself up on her knees so that the stiff organ was pointed right in her face. She took hold of it and rubbed its full length across her cheeks and under her chin. Then she stuck the head into her mouth and touched the little hole with the tip of her tongue. Next she tried to work some part of it up her nose. This was not very easily done, and she decided to move the cock up to her eyes. Holding the hot prick steady, she touched its throbbing tip to the pupil of each eye. This seemed to give her much pleasure.
Her cunt was throbbing madly now, and she was desperate to have Charlie's cock in it. Of course, our good pal Charlie had much the same idea himself.
"Here," he said, "let me lift you up onto my dick." He grabbed her buttocks while she held on to him. In no time at all, her arms were around his neck and her legs were anchored about his hips. Her thighs were wide open and ready for action. Her immaculate cunt was nicely wet, and eager with anticipation. Charlie got one hand free and grasped his cock, then aimed it at her pussy. Leaning back a little, he caused Liz's body to slide down on him, and in that action, his hot member swooped up into Liz's juicy cunt.
"Oh, thank God," she murmured. "I needed your prick so badly. You couldn't believe how much I love this." She clasped herself to her lover and held on.
Charles swung around so that he could lower his fuck-mate onto the bed. "Lie down, love," he said, "and keep my prick in your pussy."
"Oh yes, yes," answered Liz. "I'll keep your prick in me till the sun burns out...and then I'll shove the sun up my cunt too."
She laid back on the bed with her legs now dangling over the edge. Charlie took hold of her ankles and opened her legs as far as they would go. Then he slowly withdrew his organ up to the tip. "Take a good look," he said to her, and indicated their sex parts with a nod of his head. The beautiful girl raised up at gazed at the wonders of their mutual hot genitals. Her eyes gleamed as she watched the hard spear-cock move in and out of her smooth vulva.
"It's so beautiful," she said. "Look how my pussy sucks in your shaft. GOD IN HEAVEN! What joy this is. How fine it is to fuck. Push it in now ...... move it around......oooooh....the wetness is so good......listen to the smooth sound your prick makes as it goes in and out.....it's like soft music.....ooooo.....oooooooo.
Charlie worked his right hand up to her cunt. He wet a finger in her sex-dew, and then inserted it into the already-full pussy. "Uuuuuuoooooo........" cried Liz as her tender slit strained to receive this new intruder. "Charlie," she gasped, "that's your finger inside me....Christ, how marvelous! oooooo......how did you know it would feel so good.....move it around your cock.....aaaaaa.....uuhh- hhooooooo....Jesus.......I can't believe the feeling in my cunt."
With a neat motion, Charles withdrew his finger from her steaming pit and moved it underneath her. He located her ass-hole and began working his finger into it. Liz actually screamed from pain and surprise as the finger penetrated her. The pain quickly left, and now she was enjoying the pleasure of having shafts in two openings. The reality of it all was incredibly erotic. Moving her hips up, she crammed the prick into her pussy.
Her bliss was now reaching its peak. "Faster, Charlie, faster....pound it into me.....screw me with everything you've got......oooooom-y g-o-d....I feel it coming........I...can.....feel.....it.......Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh......"
Charlie was fucking her like a tornado. Then he made his final plunge into her warm depth and his prick exploded forth a torrent of hot gushing semen. Liz's hungry cunt sucked in the precious love-juice, and bathed the throbbing cock with her female oil. Charles kept his finger moving wildly inside her ass throughout the moments of her overwhelming orgasm. Liz's body shook a few times, then relaxed. She continued breathing deeply, as did good-boy Charles.
Liz stood up on the bed and parted her legs slightly. She placed her right hands between her thighs, then opened her cunt lips with her fingers. A nice quantity of spunk dropped into her palm. She brought her warm come up to her mouth and tasted it with her tongue. "One time," she said, "I'm going to spread some semen on a slice of bread. I think it would make a delightful sandwich."
She had no sooner finished speaking, when a knock came at the door.
"Come in," said Elizabeth, and Brad opened the door and entered the room.
CHAPTER SIX
Charles waved hello to Brad, bur remained lying on the bed. "Buddy," he said, "I'd get up to greet you, but I'm plumb tuckered out. It's all Liz's fault-her and that delicious little pudding between her thighs."
Liz Slapped her joking lover playfully across the leg. "Charlie," she purred, "is that any way to speak around a lady? Really, I'm surprised at you."
"Oh, forgive me, my sweet precious darling," he replied. "It's only that I've wanted to fuck you for such a long time, and finally, after all that time, the fact that I managed to shove my cock into you-its just gone to my head. Yes, straight to my head....." Subsequently, as if acting out what he had said, Charles reversed his position on the bed, opened Elizabeth's legs wide, and buried his face in her wet muff. "You understand, don't you?" he added, removing his head from her sweet nest, then replacing it once more.
Our darling girl couldn't help but respond to his kind and loving attentions. She pressed his head further into her twat and sighed. Having Brad there watching them added an extra thrill for her.
"Of course I understand," she replied. "I know the effect my pussy has on you."
Brad was beginning to pant from watching the erotic couple. "Damn," he said, "don't you two ever stop? Christ al-mighty, I've heard of lust, but this takes the cake." He paused for a moment, then added: "Listen, kids, I just got a call from John. The boys are all over at his pad, and they're getting kinda restless. Seems like they expected to come back here or something, and they've been waiting for a call," he thoughtfully glared at Charles, who had removed his head from Liz's cunt with great sacrifice. "You......wouldn't.....know.....something....about...this?" asked the inquisitive bystander.
Charles acknowledged his friend with his eyes. "Well, buddy," he said, "if I remember correctly, we had all planned to join in a group celebration-a graduation celebration, of course-with Liz included. Sound good to you, love?" he said, directing his question to the graceful nude girl.
"Why, I think that's a charming idea," she replied. "We could dance and play games and everything. It should be a lot of fun."
"I agree," said Brad. Now I'll just call John and tell him to swing it over here."
"John, or John and someone else too," added Charles. "We may as well start the party off fast." Brad smiled and went out of the room to make the call.
Liz began to contemplate the implications of the 'celebration." She knew, in the back of her mind, that there was going to be sex involved, but she hadn't really considered exactly what might take place. She was apprehensive about exposing herself to the desires of still more boys, especially now that they were all surely aware that she had little or no qualms about indulging in some clean, harmless fucking. She thought of the scrupulous girl she had been up till this night, and her mind clouded over with misgivings. Hadn't she fucked enough for one night? Yet, why not just take things as they came? Why worry? A person who was determined to be free had to learn not to worry.
Charles perceived that his fuck-partner was perplexed. "Love," he said, "you seem a bit troubled. Tell me what's on your mind, and I guarantee I'll be able to set things right."
She was thankful for his offer. "Charlie," she said, "I'm concerned about what the other boys might want to do with me. I.....I don't want things to get carried away."
"Don't even think about it," answered Charles. "I'm here to protect you against any and all sex-maniacs. Nothing will happen to you and your delicate little slit unless you want it too."
This made the dreamy little teenager very happy. "Thank you, Charlie," she said, "I needed that. I've heard about some of the wild things that go on when a bunch of people get together for sex. There's a word that describes a fucking party, the kind where a lot of guys fuck a girl one after the other. I can't remember what the world is......."
"Gang-bang," replied Charles.
"Yes, that's it," responded Liz. "I was concerned that the fellas might be planning to gang-bang me. You won't let that happen, will you ?"
Charles knew how to ease her mind. "Honey, I promise you that nothing will happen that you don't want to happen."
This was enough reassurance for Elizabeth. She was peaceful and content-and she was looking forward to the next experience that life had in store for her.
Meanwhile, John had made his way over to Brad's house. He thought of the place as the 'Sanctuary of Sex,' and sex was on his mind completely, as it usually was. He was the top tackle on the varsity squad, one of the biggest and strongest boys in the entire school. His face was round, chubby, and not very handsome, but it fit well his 220 pound hulk. John was not popular with girls, and consequently he was more sex-obsessed than most of his team-mates. The idea of ravishing Elizabeth was a dream he had thought impossible of fulfillment, and he almost couldn't believe that he might dip his pud into her warm goodie that every evening.
Brad opened the door, and John, puffing from his fast walk, went in. He caught his breath, then asked, "How's things been going here?"
"Better than ever," came the reply. "Charles just got the fuck of his life with the little princess."
"God-damn," bellowed the big dude, "this is unbelievable."
"Wait till you get yours in her," said Brad, "then you'll believe it. She's GOOD."
"Holy fuck," breathed the expectant boy, "let's get on with it. Where is she?"
"With Charlie, in the bedroom. I'll call her." He took a step closer to the bedroom and called out, "Elizabeth, would you come down here please. Leave Charlie where he is-he's tired." He turned back to John. "You didn't particularly want Charlie to get up, did you?"
"Fuck no," answered John.
Liz, meanwhile, was feeling extremely light-hearted and gay. She put on her bra, but didn't bother with her sweater. As before, she had were little skirt on, and no panties. It felt good to me not to be afraid to face her next adventure, and the fact that she didn't even feel the need to put on her sweater seemed like a symbol of her new-found freedom.
She bounced down the hall, her cute tits bobbing sweetly. Her bare feet luxuriated in the softness of the plush carpet. John followed her every movement as she came toward him, and his tool was beginning to rise.
Liz came up to him, charming and bubbly, and shook John's hand. She was playing the 'innocent' game, and it knocked John for quite a loop. He ate it up. Liz gave Brad a little salute, and Brad winked back at her, then headed up the hall. "Guess I'll keep Charlie company," he called back. "You know how despondent he gets when he's alone."
Liz was feeling entirely in control of her new situation. "Shall we sit down?" she asked John.
"Yea," he answered, "let's fall onto the couch." He was taken aback by Liz's forwardness. In fact, she was making him feel positively uptight. He didn't know quite what to do, and things began to seem rather unreal to him. His confusion had momentarily caused his shaft to go limp.
Liz was aware of his consternation, and she Intended to enjoy it. She now had the opportunity to act foxy, and the idea was very attractive.
"It's been so warm," she said, and lifted her arms and ran her fingers through her hair. "Whew....will you help me off with my bra, please?" She was enjoying herself immensely.
"Uh, sure," said John. He still couldn't believe all this was happening-it was happening so fast. The two snap bra came apart easily, and he tossed it onto the floor. Liz snuggled up to him.
"Hi John," she said in a most seductive tone of voice. Then she closed her eyes and moaned, "Uuuuummmm," and without reopening her eyes she leaned over and laid down on her back in John's lap. She felt John move his arms, and she reached out and took his right hand in her own and brought it down on her left tit. "Uuuumm.." she moaned again, "that feels good. You don't mind, do your"' "N-no," he answered sheepishly, gazing all the while at the prize that was being offered him, and beginning to realize that all this was really happening to him. His prick was getting the message too, and Liz could feel it starting to move beneath her. She found this very exciting, and her desire-nature began to turn on more and more.
"You're a very nice guy, John," she said. "I like you a lot.....you can put your hand up my skirt if you like..."
Her words did the trick for John. Blood gorged into his cock making it good and hard. Liz was ever so glad to feel his member swelling so nicely, and turning on her side, she gleefully pulled down his zipper, reached inside, and pulled his tool free. John, meanwhile, had thrust his right hand up between her thighs, and his fingers were playing amongst her pubic hairs and cunt lips. Liz drew up one leg, causing her short skirt to slide clear of her hips, thereby affording John a clear view of her yummy slit.
"You may take off my skirt, John," she said, and then kissed the head of his horn.
John removed the skirt in a flash. Liz caught the glow in his face and kissed his prick again. John, his cock extended like a flag, lifted Liz up, positioning her sweet cunt directly above his staff.
"Oh goody," said Liz with joy, "you're going to let me sit on you with your prick in my pussy." She looked down to see that the menacing-looking cock was lined up properly. "I'm ready, John," she added, "put your gorgeous dick up into me."
John lowered Liz until his cock was just within her cunt lips. Then he let go of her, and in one quick plunge his prick drove into her secret parts in all its wonderful entirety. Liz's mouth opened instinctively as her hunger twat absorbed the force of the fast-entering member. "Oh my," she gasped. "That was so nice." She put her arms around his neck, and a moment later they were French-kissing passionately. John moved his hips around beneath her in a kind of grinding, circular motion. This made his cock move nicely too. The hard spear was rimming out the warm walls of Liz's cunt. She thought it was perfectly marvelous, and responded to the action by moving her hips counter-clockwise to the prick's motion, thereby doubling the sensation.
"Oh, doesn't that feel good," said Liz. "I can feel the head of your cock so clearly going around..." She looked down and saw her golden pubic hair mingling with John's black thatch. There was no sight of his member, for it was buried in her up to the hilt. Liz raised herself so that she could see some of her cunt's intruder. She loved to do this-it struck her as being exceedingly erotic. Rising, she exposed first one inch of the staff, then two, three, four inches. "How proud your prick is," she said smiling, "it's like a soldier, a general...yes, your prick is a general leading an army of sperm into my hidden, mysterious cave....." She lowered herself a bit and an inch of John's prick disappeared from her view.
"How brave your general is," she added. "See how he fearlessly goes up my cunt. Oh, I love him so much, it's so kind of him to fuck me...." Again she raised herself, this time free from the cock completely. She watched it throb back and forth, hungry for fuck. "He's so well prepared for battle," she said. "I think he's ready to make a determined thrust and win his reward." Reaching underneath, she grabbed the bulging organ and placed it within her labia. Then she swung it along the full length of her lips, and up beyond onto her triangular cloaked-in-gold 'v.' Down again she brought the cock, and set herself so that it would slide into her pussy at a fierce angle. Then she let her body down In a rush, and the hot prick slammed into her, bending the juicy walls of her pussy as it drove home. John began making his thrusts with great force. Liz accepted his charges joyfully. She twisted her hips around so that the wonderful dick would touch every part of her creamy, wet cunt.
"Oh lord," she cried. "Uuuummmm....aaaaahhhhh.... keep doing it John, do it to me like you've always wanted to...fuck me...fuck me...screw me as if you were a giant animal with a prick ten feet long...shove your prick through me....send it up my belly and let it come out of my mouth....Oh, it's so good, so fine.....oooooo....oooooo ...... oooooo ..... I ..... can't ...... hold..... back any.....l-o-n-g-e-r......" She ground her cunt down hard against John, and kept her feverish motion until John's prick answered the call-to-come. His cpck sent a pent-up charge of semen flying home, and Liz's cunny sucked the soothing juice in like a sponge. Her female flow was pouring down, wetting John's pants and totally completing the joyous act.
"God-damn," sighed John. "That was really good." Liz was wiping his forehead with her hands. "Yes, darling," she said. "I'm so glad you enjoyed me."
John lifted her clear, and as she remained standing some of his spunk fell out of her cunt. There was come all over her privates-it was a beautiful sight, and the sight was not wasted on John. In fact, the sight was not lost on Charlie or Brad either, for they had been watching the couple fuck for the last few minutes. Now, they casually walked into the room, Charles whistling, Brad snapping his fingers.
"Greetings kids," said Brad. "Did you have a good fuck?" Both Elizabeth and John laughed.
"Well," said Charles, "What's next? What would you like to do, Elizabeth?"
"I could use a bath," said the over-heating beauty. "Coming up," said Brad. "That sounds like a very good idea." He strolled off to the bathroom, and soon the others heard the sound of running water. Liz had sat down, spunk still running out of her pussy, her legs crossed. This just destroyed Charles, and he rapidly got another erection.
"Bath's ready and waiting," called out Brad. Liz popped to her feet. "Um," she sighed, "I can hardly wait to get in the tub. I'm so sticky." She glanced down at the come between her legs. "Yes, I'm very sticky," she added, and bounded up the hall like a perfect incarnation of the proverbial water-nymph.
Brad had seen to it that the water was not too hot. After all, Liz certainly did need to cool off, and a nice lukewarm bath seemed just the thing. The bath was king-size, big enough to hold two people comfortably, with gold fixtures and faucet styled to resemble fish- heads. The entire bathroom was very lush. A thick blue water-resistant rug covered the wide expanse of floor, setting off the slightly tinted white walls. There was a built in portal area, complete with full length mirror and cosmetic table. Numerous items were on the sink surface and table top: the usual toilet accessories, bottles of perfume, shaving lotion, cold-creams, and so on. Brad also kept a few nice sex-accessories hidden away in one of the drawers beneath the cosmetic stand. His prize possession was a very fashionable French-tickler, which, to Brad's dismay, he had not yet found opportunity to use.
Lovely Elizabeth came into the bathroom, all bubbly and high-spirited. One not knowing the happenings of the evening would never have guessed that the sweet girl had allowed three pricks into her cunt during the past few hours.
She gave Brad a kiss on the cheek, then wrapped her arms across her tits. "The bath looks yummy," she said. "I'll step in right how, hum?"
"Sure thing," replied Brad. He watched the dainty darling step into the tub. Four or five drops of semen trickled down from her tender slit as she raised first one leg, then another, over the side of the tub. As can well be imagined, the sight of this was particularly devastating to Brad, and he shut his eyes in a somewhat vain attempt to control his quickly-reactive cock, which had begun to fire up energetically.
Liz Slipped down into the cool water, stretching out her legs and wiggling her toes. She had never been in a tub so big, and the freedom of movement it allowed her seemed delightfully extravagant and luxurious. She kicked her legs about, splashing water out of the tub and wetting Brad. She was very happy, and began to sing a song: "I dreamed I was a princess And all the boys loved me And when I took my clothes off They had a lot to see. My pussy is my treasure And so too is my mouth. The boys all want to fuck me, And I enjoy it too Especially when their cocks are big And pierce me through and through."
She continued humming her erotic little tune. Brad got the feeling that the once-cold Elizabeth was turning into some kind of sex-maniac. The idea was indeed charming. He watched her splash around, saw her turn over and over, and go into a simulated swim. As she kicked about, the large store of spunk that had remained in her cunny came floating out and drifted in numerous directions. Some of the thick fluid came circling in front of the darling girl's head. When she noticed it, she extended her tongue, caught the sperm, and lapped it into her mouth. Turning onto her back, she said to Brad, "Sperm must be very healthy. It tastes like nourishing food." She eyed him seductively and laughed.
It simply amazed Brad to see the change in Elizabeth. Could this be the girl he had been trying to make for the past three years? He knew she was, and the reality of it all was overpowering.
"Hand me a brush, will you please?" asked Elizabeth. "I see one over there....yes, the one with the long handle on it and the soft bristles." Brad handed it to her, and she began to soap it up. The brush had a wide oblong head, approximately five inches across and six inches long. The handle was an additional six inches, formed out of wood into an octagonal rod.
Liz rubbed her back, humming her little tune as she did so. Brad moved over to the bath, extended his hand out in front of her, saying nothing.
"Do you want something?" she asked.
"Only want to help," he replied. "Here, I'll rub your back for you."
He took the brush and swung it up and down her beautiful, lithesome spine. Her skin was turning mildly pink, and it looked just lovely.
"Lie down on your stomach so I can over the rest of you," suggested Brad.
"Ok, love," she answered, turning over and stretching out. "Will you rub all of me?"
"Of course," he said. "That's what I intended to do."
First he sudsed the brush up well, then beginning at the top of her shoulders, he brought the soapy instrument down her back, over her cute round derriere, and out onto the thighs. Over and over he repeated the motion, while Elizabeth, her eyes closed, luxuriated in the touch. It felt so smooth and satisfying, and the bubbly soap kindled in her mind the image of semen. She imaged that Brad was washing and rubbing her with a brush full of come. She imagined him covering her entire body with spunk, including her face. The idea seemed marvelous. How much come, she wondered, would it take to cover her? Then she considered the possibility of filling a bath-tub full of love-juice, and jumping into it.
That would really be a treat! If she saved all the come from her future fucks, she might have enough to turn-the-trick in not too god-awfully long a time. This definitely seemed like something to keep in mind from here on out. Quite conceivably, she thought, spunk could be stored up in quart bottles, and when ever she wanted some, say a teaspoon full for a little snack, it would be right there for her. Planning ahead in this manner, she would be dependent on having a fuck in order to get some of that delicious come.
As she contemplated these things, she unconsciously opened her thighs a bit. This movement was well becoming second-nature to her now-what with her doing it so often of late.
Brad didn't miss her little action. In fact, it gave him the inspiration to move the soapy brush down between the cheeks of her ass, and down into her yummy pink pussy. He moved the brush back and forth against the tender, sweet cunt-lips, then back up her buttocks. With the fingers of his left hand, he spread the cheeks apart, exposing the puckered little ass-hole. Even her anal-opening seemed special to him. He took a bar of soap, wet it in the water, and then placed one corner of the slick bar onto the tight little hole. Around and around he twirled the sudsing bar, pressing down just a bit so that some of the foamy soap ran down her delightful rectum.
Liz received this new and surprising massage with pleasure. Acting unaffected, she went on humming her favorite tune. She was beginning to feel randy from Brad's attentive care, but she made no comment about it.
Like a dedicated professional, Brad went about his work. He felt that a goodly amount of soap had cascaded into her anal cavity, and that the time was at hand to begin phase-two of his ministrations. The next step was to insert the handle end of the brush up Elizabeth's ass, and Brad set himself to the task. First, he worked the middle finger of his right hand into 'the opening. He wanted to see ho Liz would react to this, and as he proceeded to penetrate her ass, he said to her, "Ok?"
"Yes, fine," answered the turned on maiden.
With her agreement secured, Brad withdrew his finger and placed the brush-handle onto the tight, soapy hole.
"I'm going to wash your darling little ass now, Liz," he said.
"Going to?" she replied questioningly. "What have you been doing up till now?"
"I mean I'm really going to wash it," he answered, and forced the end of the brush-handle into her anus.
"Oh.....oh......" she cried. "What's that? What's that big hard thing you're putting in me?" "Just the brush handle," he replied, and shoved another inch of it Into her.
"Oh God, Brad," she screamed, "it hurts....something awful...."
"Only for a moment," he said, and shoved two more inches of it into the precious opening.
"Owwwww...aaaaaaa.....uuuuuh," gagged the suffering girl. "Stop it.....please....stop it...Brad...I'll be ruined if you don't take it out.....uuuuuh, it's terrible.....oooooo my God...please take it out."
But Brad didn't remove the brush handle. He reckoned that most of her pain was from the action of the tool as it drove up her ass, and not from the presence of the rod in her. This was very good deduction on his part, for the pain was rapidly subsiding for Liz, and she quite suddenly stopped her complaining. She did not particularly like the idea of having the thing up her ass, though, and again she asked Brad to remove it.
"But Love," he reiterated, "you look so charming with the brush in your ass. You look like a little bunny."
Liz strained her head around and looked over her backside. She saw the soapy brush-head projecting out of her flanks, and it struck her that it did resemble a bunny's tail. She found this rather funny, and laughed in spite of herself.
Brad had stepped out of the bathroom into the hall. "Hey fellas," he called, "come here. There's something you've gotta see."
"No, Brad," cried Elizabeth, "that's not nice." She grabbed the brush and began to pull it out of her ass. Brad hastened over to stop her.
"Honey," he said, "the fellas dig you. You can do no wrong by them. "C'mon now, let them see you.
She had no time to object, for Charlie and John were already entering the bathroom.
"Cod-damn," said John, as his eyes took in Liz's wet body and her new 'tail.' "How avant-garde," exclaimed Charlie. "Why, a photo of this great moment should be taken-and distributed around the world. Hey, Brad, what do you say to a little photography?"
"No, no, no," screamed Elizabeth, and this time she did pull the brush out of her ass. "How dare you even think such a thing."
Charles realized that his suggestion was off-color. "I was only joking," he said to Liz. "Do you think that I'd do such a thing? Oh baby, didn't I say I would protect you and see to it that no harm would come to you? I mean that, love, you know I do."
Liz stood up in the tub. "I'm going home," she said, "Can I have a clean towel please?"
John passed her a fresh folded towel. Charlie, meanwhile, was scheming away on a method for alleviating Liz's disenchantment.
"Well," said Brad, "we're going to hate to see you go-but if that's what you want....."
"Yes," she replied hatefully, "I want to go home."
Charlie decided to gamble. He thought that the only way to get Liz to want to stay, was to get her turned on.
Charlie, you see, was forever combining cleverness with practicality.
"I feel it is my duty," he said, "to assist Liz in her leave-taking. After all, it was because of me that she decided we are bad company. I want to make amends. Liz, allow me to serve you in any and all ways. Give me the privilege of drying you off."
"You don't have to do anything for me, Charlie," she replied, and went ahead rubbing the towel over her tits.
"But I insist on serving you," he replied. "Don't refuse me this last request." He pretended to be very serious, and Liz went for it.
"All right," she said. "You can dry me off if you wish, but I want John and Brad to leave us alone. I'm not a public display."
"Of course you're not," agreed Charles. "Fellas, if you don't mind......"
"Anything to help my friends," said Brad, and he and John left the room.
Charles took the large towel away from Liz. Then, standing in back of her, he rubbed her back, buttocks, and legs. Liz stood still, saying nothing.
"Would you please raise your foot a bit," he said, "so I can dry your Cinderella feet?"
Liz thought it was nice for Charlie to say "Cinderella" like he did. She raised her right foot, and Charlie began to dry her toes. Then, getting mischievous again, he tickled the darling girl on the sole of her foot. She laughed loudly and pulled her foot away.
"Oh Charlie," she said almost sweetly, "Don't you ever stop playing?"
"You bet," he answered. "I also dry off beautiful girls. Spread your legs apart so I can dry the insides of your thighs." She did so, and Charlie laid down on his back between her opened legs. He was looking directly up into her box, and in so doing he got a tremendous hard-on. How beautiful Liz's cunt was-what a glory it personified. He gazed longingly at the opened lips and at the precious little honor-guard, her clitoris. Restraining himself as best he could from a premature ejaculation, he dried Liz's creamy thighs.
Then, gently, he dabbed the towel around her pussy, pressing the water out of her delightful hair-cushion. His erection was now complete, and as he touched the towel directly to her cunt, he fought desperately to keep from spending. Liz was reacting to his touch with much the same emotion, and her sweet little slit began to wet. Charlie heard her sigh the unmistakable sigh of sex, and in a flash he opened his pants, caused his hot member to spring forth.
"Liz," he said, "I simply must have you. Squat down over my prick."
The charming youngster looked down at the erect staff, and a wave of excitement passed through her. She wanted that cock inside her, and she went down on her hands and knees, her rump toward Charlie's face. He controlled her body from then on, swinging her luscious honey dip into position over his fierce tool.
"Push your legs back," he instructed. With this done, he brought her swiftly-dampening pussy down on his rod, and pushed the gallant member home at the same time. Liz folded her arms and rested her head on them. She raised and lowered her hips slowly, relishing the beautiful thrill which each bit of movement gave her.
The pair were both silent, and could hear the intimate squishy sound of cock-in-cunt as they continued to fuck.
"Good, Liz?" he asked. "Do you like it?"
"Yes, yes," she answered hotly. "I love it."
"You don't feel mad at me anymore?"
"Oh God, Charlie," she moaned. "I don't even remember what it was I was mad about. I only know...that you're fucking me....and I love it. Shove it up now, darling. Aaaaahhh....that's so good.....uuuuuuhhhhh......
Jesus....I wish I could suck you off, Charlie, and still have your shaft in my cunt....oh lord.....push up hard...harder....HARDER!"
He rammed home his thrusts with more and more force. Liz threw her head back. The phrase "Saintly Screw" popped into Charlie's mind as he watched her reach closer and closer to her orgasm. Christ, but she was beautiful, so beautiful. Imagination and reality began to flow together within his mind. He saw Elizabeth as a veritable New-Age Joan-of-Arc, and imagined that she was leading a throng of teenagers in a revolt against the repressions, suppressions, and aggressions of the older generation. He pictured her confronting a high-council of men dressed in judicial robes, and saying unto them: "We, the younger people of this land, demand our right to be free. No longer will we tolerate your abuses, prejudices, hates, and injustices. Look at yourselves-so self-assured righteous in your black robes. Yes, you give the illusion of dignity and power to those who cannot see the truth in the light of truth. But hear me now-I can see beneath your oh-so-proper garments, and I know that behind the facade that hides your mind there exists all the corruption and perversity which you so-quickly condemn in others. Where is your shame? Do you not want to be free as well as I?
Would you not find pleasure in overthrowing your nagging fears? You can be free! You can walk unafraid in the light of day, and feel the warmth and love of the sun on your body...." At this point, Charlie imagined that Elizabeth tossed off the simple shift-dress she wore before the council. The eyes of the judges flared, and some wet their lips in longing for the girl. "See how it is to be unafraid?" she said. "Ah, the joys of a clear mind; clear to love, to work, to be, and to fuck. If any of you desire me, you may have me- but only if you swear to act according to the dictates of your conscience and your heart. In all the future nows, you must live your life as a lover to all others, and you must love them with all your heart. And when you fuck a girl, you must fuck her with all your heart."
Charlie drove his lance deep into her. "I fuck you with all my heart," he said, and began riding her at a fast trot. Neither he or Elizabeth had noticed that the door had opened and that Brad, nude, had entered the room.
Suddenly, Brad was in front of Liz, his prick extended toward her in full erection.
"Oh," exclaimed the girl with total surprise. "Oh my, what have we here?" She reached out to the hard cock with her right hand, her left arm keeping her torso elevated. The eroticism of having a cook in her cunt and another in her hand began to register its impression on her senses. She had wished to have Charlie fucking her in both mouth and pussy at the same time, and this new situation seemed even more tantalizing than the impossible wish for a dual fuck from Charlie. She pulled Brad toward her and took his shaft into her mouth. Around and around went her tongue, caressing and exploring every inch of the swollen member. Brad pushed forward, sending his cock down into her throat, and causing her to gag for a moment.
Recovering, Liz slipped the hot prick out of her mouth, then licked its underside all the way to the balls. The balls were of jumbo size, and as she took them into her mouth, the darling girl found that new thrills shot off within her. She liked having Brad's pubic hair in her mouth, as well as his testicles, and together-the coarse hair and the slack, gentle sack-the combination was marvelous. She sucked lovingly for a good minute, then positioned her face so that Brad's cock was pressing across her cheekbone, parallel to her nose, with the flared head beneath her left eye. The angle was such that she could only lick at Brad's balls, for she couldn't reach underneath the erect member far enough to take his sperm sack wholly into her mouth.
Charlie had slowed down his motions, and was watching Liz's erotic mouth-play. His prick was still buried within her cunt, but it was throbbing just a bit. Adjusting himself, Charlie raised up on his knees, thereby creating the wonderful dog-style fuck position. His movements caused his prick to jerk inside Liz's pink pie, and Liz responded by moaning, "Aaaaaahhhhhh......"
Holding onto her buttocks with his hands, Charlie began driving his cock in and out. Faster and faster went his motions, and Liz timed her cunt-reaction so that the inner muscles sucked up his charge and continued a loving hold on the shaft as it slinked out of her. Charlie was pounding her fiercely now-more so than Liz thought him capable of. It felt to her as if a giant red-hot poker was being jammed up her cunny, and the sweet wet walls inside were working doubly time to keep things smooth and well lubricated.
"Your....prick seems...so...hot...Charlie," she moaned.
"It....feels as if...it...were on...fire...and it's putting....my cunt....on fire....too. Uh, I can.....feel....the head....pushing....against my womb....Aaaaa....it hurts....it hurts so good....do it more.....more...yes, ooooh, don't stop now, don't stop, ooooh God...." A chill of ecstasy shot through her, and she trembled a bit as her excitement reached its peak. Her cunt lips lapped at Charlie's organ as if trying to swallow it whole. "Oooooh.....ooooooh....." she gasped, and at that instant Charlie's cock spurted forth its hot white liquid, soothing the tender, hard fucked walls of Liz's smoldering pussy.
Liz felt the burst go off, and reached under with her right hand to her wet box. Charlie's prick was only beginning to go limp as she crammed three fingers up her slit and scooped out some of the fresh come. Then she spread the spunk across her palm, placed her hand on Brad's shaft-which was still resting on her face. She grasped the member in her well-oiled hand, and began to jerk him off. The sensation was wonderful for Brad, and he pushed his body toward Liz's face in-tune with her wrist action.
"Come, come...," pronounced the sweet child-of-fuck. "I want you to come....Now!" She speeded up her hand-motion, and son she felt the hesitation which precedes a man's ejaculation. She swung her hand up and down once more, and Brad, his voice bursting out in a cry of bliss, propelled forth his beautiful semen into Liz's face. The hot froth landed over most of her face, some of it finding home in her eyes, some on her lips and nose. Elizabeth was thus being transformed into a sexual Snow-white, if the reader will pardon the analogy.
The three kids panting heavily followed the strong love match. Liz had sat down, her legs crossed Indian style, and was watching the semen flow out of her pussy. The boys were both relaxing on their sides, making the bathroom a very crowded place. Charlie sat up and took a box of tissue paper down from the sink, and withdrew a goodly amount of the soft paper.
"Turn toward me, Liz," he said. She obliged, and Charlie pushed the tissue into her pussy, then took it out. There was nice blobs of semen gathered on the blue-tinted tissue.
Here, Brad," he said to his friend. Care for a taste?" Brad had never tasted spunk. He had wanted to, but he had always chickened out because it seemed like a rather weird thing to do. But now, at this moment, he found the idea well in keeping with the activities of the evening, and he accepted the offer.
"You take some of mine, pal," he said. "Good idea," answered Charlie. He ran his hand down Elizabeth's face, gathering the come that had remained there. Then he brought his hand up to his face and licked the palm of his hand. Brad, meanwhile, was sucking Charlie's sperm off of the tissue paper. Liz watched the two of them. She found their actions fascinating. "Do you like the taste?" she asked them. "Well," replied Charlie, "it's nice and all that, but I think you can benefit from it quite a bit more than us- right Brad?"
"Right," and he handed the tissue to Liz for her to suck on.
Liz smiled at her donor, and licked the remainder of Charlie's come into her mouth.
"All I know," she said, "is that I love it."
"How well I know," answered Brad. "I bet you wish you had a gallon of spunk hidden away so that you could have a little whenever you wanted it."
"Why Brad," she exclaimed, "how did you know that? Yes, I'd like to have gallons of spunk, tons of it if I could. Uuuummmm, what a lovely thought."
"Liz," interjected Charlie, "you've got to be reasonable. What would you do with a ton of semen?"
"Oh," she said, smiling, "I wouldn't have any trouble-that's the kind of problem I like. I can just see putting come on top of everything I eat, on bread, vegetables, ice-cream, meat...." She reflected on her words for a moment, then added: "It would be especially nice to put semen on some piping-hot hot dogs. I can just see a plate full of big juicy hot-dogs all covered with sperm. Imagine what a great hollandaise sauce I could make with spunk--uuummmm, yummy. And I could use come as a face cream, and as tooth-paste. I'd have the sexiest smile in town."
She laughed happily. "Of course, I would be able to do all kinds of things to my cunt like I could get some kind of hand pump and fill it full of spunk, and put the end of the pump up my cunny and just flood my whole in sides with the stuff while I jerked off the pump handle. Or instead, I could get a big five gallon water bottle, the kind that holds drinking water, fill it up, and cram the spout into my pussy. With a little effort I could make some kind of apparatus to hold the bottle up on my bed-some kind of swing would do it-and then I could fill mu pussy up with come, and have plenty more to suck into my mouth. When I would have swallowed all I wanted, I could swing the bottle back to my cunt and shove it in again. It would be nice for some of the fluid to spill on me and the bed-Id like that I could roll in it and everything. Hey, that gives me another idea. I could get an air mattress and fill it full of semen, and add a little jet spout at one end of it, and a big cock-like thing toward the other end. There d be screw-off tops on each spout-do you get the picture?"
The boys nodded, and Charlie, enjoying all this immensely said, "Co on."
"Well," she continued, "I'd lay on the mattress, putting all this pressure on it. The cock end would get stiff from the pressure, and I could put it up my cunt. Oh, I see that I'd have to have a pop top on the end of the cock-yes, that would work perfectly. For the other little spout, I could use the screw-on top, as well as making provisions for a hose extension. You see, if I wanted to lay on my back, I could have this hose In my mouth regardless-that'd be groovy.
"Then I could act out a good fuck, and when I'd press the mattress real hard, like pounding it with my rear-end, the pop-top would shoot off up my cunt, and the whole reservoir of spunk would flow up into me. I could unscrew the end of the hose at the same time, and come would shoot into my mouth as well. If I got really going, I could add other hoses to the mattress, and shove one up my rectum, two little ones up my nose and in my ears, and a few others that would just squirt over my body. Wow, that would be great!"
"You've got quite an imagination," said Brad. "But if you had a ton of spunk you'd have to have other ways of using it."
"Oh, I would, believe me I would. Right off I could buy a portable swimming pool, the plastic ones and fill it with come. Think how much fun it would be to swim in! What a thrill it would be to dive under the surface, and feel the come all around. It would be just like being born. I'd be the egg waiting to be fertilized. My oh my, what a sensation that would be. Ooooo, I'd love it. And I could build a slide, and make it slick with come, and spend hours sliding in the white goo. I could slide right into the pool, and feel the sperm splash up over me. If I had the money, I could build a special amusement park, a spunk center. I could have a mystery ride. People, girls mostly, would get in these little track-cars, with me in the front car, and we'd be swept into a hard chamber where the only sound was the smooth echoes of pricks slipping in and out of pussy, and of girls sucking guys and guys eating girls. The car would move alone rails, and suddenly dip into a pool of spunk, and a big fluorescent cock would suddenly flash into view.
"Moving on, the car would begin to speed up, and all the passengers would get doused with come as we entered a tunnel formed like a giant penis. Wow! We would shoot through the cock as if we were the sperm itself, and land in a warm pink-rose room fashioned like the insides of a cunt. There would be big beautiful cunt-lips for entrance doors, with thick lovely pubic hair all round. Inside the cunt-room, the walls would be swaying back and forth, pressing against the car train as if it were a penis. That would just tear me up. And there'd be other rides, of course. I'd have a roller-coaster that had a big cock-head, and at the end of the ride it would pierce a soft restrainer that represented a womb.
"Bitchin'! Just picture the thrust of the little carts with the prick head spear in front. Glorious! And why not a diving bell too? The bell would be a prick-tip of course, and the tank would be filled with semen. There'd be lots of phallic-symbol objects floating in the goo-it'd be a dream come true. I'd also have special vibrating armchairs in the penny arcade. They'd be like the regular ones, except that I'd have a big cock sticking up from the seat, and hot little ladies could raise their dresses, pull down their panties, sit down on the seat with the shaft up their cunts, and wail!
"The prick would vibrate inside their cunts like crazy, and at the end of the vibrating, a cup full of semen would shoot up their slits. Marvelous, huh? I'm getting hot just thinking about it. I wish someone would eat me out right now. Where's John? Where's Scotty? Would one of you call Scotty and ask him to come over and eat me out? Please, I'd love to have his tongue up my slit- you boys have had enough."
Brad yelled out for John to get ahold of Scotty on the phone.
"Ok," hollered back John. "Any message?"
"Yeah. Tell him Liz wants him to eat her out good- that should get him over here in a flash."
"God-damn," called out John. "Ok, I'll do it."
"Thank you, boys," said Elizabeth as she fingered her cunt a ltttle. You're very nice to me. Now, where was I?"
"The vibrating chair with the prick in the middle," said Charles.
"Oh yes, in the penny arcade, right." She stuck a finger into her pussy for a moment, then continued. "The possibilities are limitless. They could be dispensing machines that contained little packets of semen, and prophylactics, and fuck pictures, and stay-creams, and all kinds of good things. I'd have balloons filled with come to sell to the little kids, and come in pressurized cans for the modern house-wife. The refreshment stand would feature flavored semen, and semen ices. Yes, I could freeze the nice white fluid, then shred it like a regular snow cone- I'm sure that would be a bit hit. Of course, I'd have plenty of straight spunk available in special prick-like cartons. That way, the ladles could suck on the container and pretend it was a real, live tool. Sound good?"
"Fabulous," said Brad. "I'm sure you'd have a very popular thing going."
"Oh, to be sure," she answered. I'd try to have every erotic thing possible, plus some truly stellar attractions."
"What might those be?" inquired Charlie.
"Well, imagine having a wild-life reserve, where girls could play with all kinds of animals. The animals would be specially trained for sex, and claws would be trimmed so everything would be nice and sweet. Girls would have a chance to satisfy their really wild desires...They could suck off camels, horses, cows, big and little cats, dogs of all sizes, apes, giraffes, gazelles, and any other animal. I think it would be a great accomplishment to train a panther to fuck girls.
The whole animal sanctuary would be out in the open, with only a wire fence to keep the animals in their particular areas. The public could watch the girls sucking off the various beasts, and special seats would be placed for spectators around the pens where animals who were especially good girl-fuckers did their thing. That would surely be a popular show. Imagine seeing a girl fucking with a horse! Or a big buck deer! Good heavens, it'd be wonderful. Too bad there aren't any more dinosaurs around-there could be a tremendous show-stopper. Imagine a hundred girls licking the prick of a brontosaurus rex. Golly-gee, too much!
"Jesus in heaven," groaned Brad, "is there no limit to what you can think up?"
"Come on, you love it," she replied, and she was perfectly correct in saying so.
"Have you got any more 'attractions'?" asked Charlie.
"Yes, oh yes," she sparkingly replied. "I have a super-duper winner. Imagine a luxurious hotel-type thing, with nothing but beautiful bedrooms. Now, in each bedroom, stretched out on a double-bed, lies a perfectly created duplicate of a famous and beautifully sexy person. There'd be all kinds of famous men and women, actors and actresses, presidents and war heroes, beauty contest winners and sports figures-you name it, and he or she would be there. I'd have the most skilled technicians make these simulated people-its being done today, you know. The skin feels real, everything looks life-like -it's a positive groove. The special thing I'd add to these 'people' would be total animation, with fully functional cocks and cunts.
"The scene would be this: customers pay the hotel clerk for a certain room-complete with fuck-partner. The prices would vary somewhat- a queen or king would probably get the top price, ditto for current rock and roll favorites. The customer then goes to the room, presses a button to turn his or her partner on, and they fuck and suck all night long. The 'men' stars would have a good gallon of love-juice built in, so that his women admirers could gorge themselves on his come. Yummy! I can think of lots of men I'd like to fuck and suck. Oh-I almost forgot to mention the built in bar in each room. These would be very special bars. Each would be equipped with numerous toy-pricks in all sizes and textures and colors.
"When a girl felt the need to be refreshed, she could go over to the bar and get herself a nice cool oriental dick-or a black one, or a green one, blue, or any other color. May as well have a little variety. Each prick would have a built in sensitizer-some kind of meter which would respond to just the right amount of sucking or cunt-action. It would ejaculate at just the right moment. The come would be available in different flavors too-I'd want to keep my customers happy. There'd be room service too, with fresh fruit mixed with sperm, come-desserts, and so on. The specialty of the house would be the semen-steak. I don't know how I'm going to whip up that one, but I'm sure it can be done." She paused from her oratory and fingered her pussy once more, unfolding the lips and massaging the precious gem of a clitoris that was her special pride.
"Scotty's coming over," shouted John from down the hall.
"Good," said Brad.
"Yes, good," repeated Elizabeth. "Why doesn't John join us? Well, maybe he just doesn't want to." She paused to bite her lower Up like she was always prone to do. Let's invite him at any rate."
Charlie got up to fetch John, but Liz stopped him. "I'll call him," she said, and so saying she rose to her feet and stepped out into the hall.
"John," she called, "we're having a little talk session.
Why don't you join us?" John moved into the hall from his rendezvous with the refrigerator in the kitchen. He saw the nude beauty at the other end, and stopped eating the chicken leg in his hand.
"You can eat whatever you like with us," said Liz, smiling. She had been covering her divine love-triangle with both hands, but when she said this, she removed her hands as if to indicate that John might very well eat ANYTHING he felt like, including her sex-pudding.
"I'll join you all-right," he said, and strutted up the hall. Liz welcomed John's arm around her side, and together they strolled into the bedroom.
"C'mon, fellas," she called out to the others, "the bathroom is much to small for all of us."
Brad and Charlie gathered themselves together enough to walk across the hall and into the bedroom. They found Liz stretched out on the bed, her back supported by two pillows set against the headboard. They also noticed, quite logically, that she had her legs apart just enough for them to peek in at her pink jewel-box, but closed enough so that she was quite able to project an aura of innocence and modesty. (Incredible but true- that's just how deliciously with-it this charming girl was) John, not to be forgotten, was getting comfortable in one of the modern arm chairs, his attention directed exclusively toward Elizabeth.
"Liz has been describing the amusement park she's going to build," Charlie said to John. "Honey," he added, turning to Liz, "do you have anything else in your extra fine joy-carnival?"
"Uummm, yes," she said, biting her lip delightfully once more. I aim to make this fun-land the very best equipped sex-satisfier ever."
John's eyes flared. He thought to himself, "What have I been missing?"
"Where was I?" wondered Liz, out-loud. Then: "Oh yes, the celebrity hotel. Yes, I wanted to add that there would be real people filling the various jobs that any hotel pays people for. There would be cooks, bell-boys, maids, and so on. Of course, these people will be very special. Their job is to truly make the customer happy, and they do so in every way. Whenever a girl gets tired of fucking with her dream lover, she could always have room service bring up something good to eat. The girl could, then, if she wanted to eat the groovy food the fella brought up from the kitchen, or, double groovy, she might go right ahead and eat the fella's own tube-steak. Male customers would likewise get extra-good service. For them, I'd have the prettiest and youngest girls possible, and they would be ready to serve food to the men any way they pleased. The would include, of course, the possibility of a girl offering a man food to eat out of her pussy. Generally, I believe that cunt-servings would consist primarily of various desserts-things like custard puddings, ice cream, fresh berries, and very fresh cherries." Liz couldn't help but laugh at her little joke.
"Sounds good," said John. "Now, where is this place?"
Liz pointed a finger at her head, then down at her cunt. She laughed again at her sly humor.
"That seems to cover the hotel pretty good," commented Charlie. "Are there any other tasty tidbits left in your little pressure cooker of a mind?"
"How about this," said Liz. I'd renovate the shooting gallery, improving it, I think, a great deal. For targets, I'd have girls with their legs apart, reclining on easy chairs. Customers would have an opportunity to throw pellets of spunk into the girls' cunnies, or, if they so desired, men customers could jack off from a point within the gallery in an attempt to get their semen to land between the lips of the girls' sweet joy-buzzers."
"Will there be prizes for the men who score a hit?" asked Brad.
"Oh, yes," replied Liz. "Each man who succeeds in getting some sperm into a girl's pussy would automatically get the intimate company of that girl for the rest of the day or evening. Therefore, a man could place his private 'gun' up a darling girl's slit, creating good-times for all."
"This brings to mind the giant contest that would be staged every day the park would be open. All customers will have a number, and at the end of each day, a number would be drawn from a big barrel or something, declaring the holder as the grand prize winner of the day. Now, the winner, whether man or woman, would-be invited to participate in the most out-a-site orgies ever staged. The event would take place in a huge, comfortable parlor-type room, with pillows of all sizes scattered around, beds as well, fountains of water, wine, spunk, beautiful flowers and trees, and so on and so forth. The object of all the participants, would be to make the winner to be a man, he would be attended by girls and women from all over the world.
"There would be gorgeous blondes from Sweden, long-haired Tahitian beauties, exotic girls from Japan and related places, voluptuous Latin sweethearts, creamy dames from England and America, black beauties from far and wide (who would spread far and wide), as well as some swingers from Russia and other spots behind the iron-curtain. The man would have his clothes removed by his favorite girls, and then he would be given a sweet tongue-bath. The girls would know that they are expected to cover the winner's entire body, including his cock and ass. This cleansing should serve to get the fella into the swing of things for the rest of the celebration. He would then be treated to some fascinating sex-shows, featuring live acts in various erotic situations. Yes, indeed! There'd be two girls together, doing loving 69, or a man and a woman eating each other lovingly. Of course, there'd also be some good hard fucking exhibitions.
"I'd have to find the fellas with the longest, biggest cocks, and the girls with the deepest cunts for these shows. Maybe I'd discover some fantastic aborigine with a prick two feet long. Wow, that would be really be great. I'd like to suck the guy off myself. But to continue. After being stimulated clear out of his mind, the man would be introduced to a heavenly beautiful girl of no more than fourteen. She will be accompanied by her mother, who will assist the man in taking the precious teen-ager's maidenhead. Yes, the mother, a beauty in her own right, would be appointed to lick her daughter's cunt in preparation for her first fuck, and also to suck the man's tool a bit as well.
"Then, she would be required to aid the man as he mounted the girl-this being done on a huge bed, big enough for three people easily, and to guide the man's horn into her daughter's cunt. The mother then watches as the man rams his prick into the tight joy-hole, all the while giving the man verbal encouragement. She would say things like 'I'm so glad you're fucking my daughter, taking her cherry. Shove it into her hard, let her know what a real fuck is like. My, you have a princely prick-I'd love to suck you off when you're finished with my little girl....' I'll bet that this 'talk assist' would really be popular.
"After enjoying himself with the girl, and her mother if he so desired, the man would then have his choice of the favors of any and all girls, one or more at the same time. He might have one girl sucking his prick, and at the same time have another girl with his balls hi her mouth, and a third girl, even, who would lick his asshole. Groovy, huh?"
The boys all agreed, and were about to add their comments, when they heard a knock at the door.
"I'll go let Scotty in," said Brad, and disappeared from the room.
"Oh, I'm glad Scotty is here," said Liz jubilantly. "I could use some new stimulation. I mean, you boys have been great to me, just great, and I appreciate all you've done very much. Now I want to share myself with Scotty, 'cause it's only right to share, true?"
"Sure, sure," answered Charlie. "You go right ahead. Don't even think we're here."
"Well, I don't know if that's possible," said Liz, "but what the hell-the more the merrier."
"That's the spirit," laughed Charlie. He turned to see Scotty and Brad coming into the room.
"Greetings, people," said Scotty. "I got an emergency call down at John's pad. Seems like Elizabeth needs my special care. Is that right, Liz?"
"Golly yes," she replied. "I've been in terrible agony for the past half hour."
"Poor Liz hasn't had a cock or tongue in her cunt for all that time," offered Brad in explanation.
"Why you heartless creatures," jived Scotty. "Don't you know better than to put a healthy young girl like Liz through such a long period of abstinence?" He was quickly getting all of his clothes off, and in a flash had jumped onto the bed with the darling sweetheart.
"Squeeze my prick for a moment, Liz," he instructed.
Liz turned on her side, facing Scotty, and took his member in her hand. She tugged at it for a moment, and felt it grow extra-hard in her hand. Brad, Charlie, and John watched the magnetic happening with rapt attention.
Scotty sat up and crossed his legs Indian style. "I'll hold you up against me," he said to Liz, "and you hook your legs behind my neck."
"Sounds great," said the charming beauty, and she shifted herself over onto Scotty, bending her elbows for support, and throwing her legs up against Scotty, her belly against his chest, her legs behind his neck. In this position, Liz's pussy was spread open directly beneath his chin, and Scotty could at any time dart his tongue into her secret cave. On the other end, Liz was resting comfortably on her elbows with her mouth in direct proximity with Scotty's marvelous tool.
Scotty looked into Liz's pink love-nest, spreading the sweet lips with his fingers. Liz began to squirm with delight, and drew his hard shaft into her mouth. Scotty thought he would spend right there and then, for the touch of her lips and tongue on his hot sword was just tremendous. With great control, he held his desire for ejaculation back, and turned his attention completely to Liz's creamy jewel box. Sticking his tongue between the smooth cunt-lips, Scotty began to travel the full length of her sweet damp. Up the slick walls went his tongue, til it came to rest on the gallant little clitty that awaited his touch. Tantalizing the budding clitoris with the tip of his tongue, Scotty felt Liz's entire body begin to coil and churn with delight. The precious little clit grew hard and extended itself as Scotty began sucking on it.
"Oh my, oh god," moaned Liz. "Aaaahhhh....." and she closed her mouth down on his prick once more. It seemed that Scotty had the biggest cock of all the boys, and this made Liz extra happy. She allowed the mighty member to slide down into her throat, nearly all the way necessary for its entire length to be consumed. Liz delighted in having her mouth filled with it, and also to have his abundant pubic hairs around her mouth and in her nose. It was equally a thrill for Liz to have his shaft resting across her teeth, for then she could bite down on it and imagine that she was chewing it like a hot-dog, and that she could then swallow the hot member.
There was a definite value, it seemed, in being able to ingest as much of her partner's sex parts as possible. She wondered on the significance of this. True, she realized that spunk had a special life-quality to it, and that swallowing nice amounts of it supplied a type of esoteric nutrition. But why should she want to swallow the cock as well? She mulled this over and over as she continued sucking away, and finally an answer began to dawn on her. It wasn't just that she wanted a swallow a prick, she wanted, in fact, to swallow an entire man! Yes, that was it. Swallowing a man's shaft was just the first step in getting an entire male inside of her, and beginning with the cock made good sense as well. She thought of it this way: spunk was truly a fluid of life, and that fluid came to her through a prick.
Naturally, in an attempt to get at the source of life (which was the hidden motive behind her actions) it was most logical to follow the trail which the semen traveled. This meant that she would first wish to swallow the prick and balls, and then to begin on the legs and torso simultaneously. It was of major importance to consume the spine and head, for all the centers of life existed there. The arms and legs would be absorbed mainly to balance the idea. Life knew that it was impossible for her to ever accomplish such a feat as her idea suggested, and she knew too that it wasn't a body she wanted anyway. Her desire to gulp down an entire body stemmed from her conscious recognition that there was something within a man's body that she wanted and needed. This 'something' was as vague, mysterious, and wonderful as semen itself-even more so. Love-juice was the nearest equivalent of the special essence she was after. It very well represented the sap of life, the key to the mysteries, the key to FREE- DOM. Yes, that struck it on the head!
She was back to a longing for complete freedom, and in the back of her mind the answer seemed to be intimately connected with the blending of male and female in every imaginable and unimaginable way. Her mind reeled with the concept, and for a moment she was almost unaware that Scotty had pressed his face into her honeyed lush and was sending his tongue deeply up her sweet nest. But the realization of Scotty's love-making did not distract her from her abstract concept. The surging feeling of approaching orgasm served to heighten her mental faculties, and as she felt her cunt begin the first throbs of blissful orgasmic relief, the lovely girl recalled her star-of-semen that had come to her in a vision, and she saw behind the star the figures of herself and a strange man.
The two figures then blended into one, and in one flowing motion was absorbed into the heart of the star. Elizabeth felt herself being carried away to a land of delightful make-believe, and all the while she was aware that Scotty's prick was still in her mouth, that his tongue was on her box, and that she was enjoying the joy of orgasm just as Scotty, at that moment, was experiencing his. From her land of make-believe, a land of sperm and honey, she felt his member go off in her mouth and shoot its bubbling milky-way goo down her throat Throb after throb she felt, as the giant cock flooded her mouth to overflowing. Come ran out over her lips and dripped down into her nose (she was still inverted, you will remember). More of the wonderful pulpy stuff streamed down her cheeks, some of it creeping into her ears and mingling with her tousled hair.
The three spectators to this erotic exhibit just about nipped! Of course, one couldn't blame Charlie Brad and John-it was impossible for them not to react to the scene. "Ok, you two," said Charlie. "That's enough screwing around for one evening."
"Well you can just go an' screw yourself," replied Scotty jokingly. "Liz and I have a lot of things to put together."
"Get a load of the poet laureate," teased Charlie, "Wow, 'put together.' How witty can one dude be?"
The boys continued their jabbing at each other for some number of minutes. Liz had turned over on her side, giving the appearance of being totally exhausted. Actually, she was engrossed in thought. She felt conflict within herself, as if she were two or more people, and all of them were fighting for survival within her. Suddenly, it appeared to her that she was being stifled, trapped even, by getting so very involved in sex all at once. Hadn't she been kidding herself about fucking being the answer to life's chains; the way to freedom? Where was she now? Was she free? In a certain way she was-she had broken through those sex-barriers which had been plaguing her for so long. No more, she felt would she suffer non-fulfillment sexually because she wanted to preserve her precious maidenhead.
Well, that idea was blown to the wind to be sure. Her cherry had been taken by Brad, and all the second-thinking in the world wouldn't bring it back. Not that she wanted her virginity back-no, not at all. If there was anything she did want back, it was some of the innocence of all the yesterdays, and the freedom which that innocence seemed to contain. It frightened her to think that it was possible that her life would forever be a trap she was trying to get out of. What if she was to go through life, from one fuck to another, without ever finding the meaning of the soft and sparkling star? These thoughts weighed heavy on her mind, causing the darling girl to become confused. She wanted to get away from the house she was in, and to explore her thoughts in peace.
"Brad," she said, "can we go for a drive? I'd like to very much."
"Sure thing," he answered, not aware of the depth of her need at that moment.
Elizabeth dressed in front of the boys. She was not concerned with their eyes-her own being turned inward. There were no thoughts of sex on her mind now, and she almost forgot to wipe Scotty's come off her face-so far away were her thoughts.
Brad and Liz left the others and went out of the house and into the big convertible. The sound of the roaring motor seemed almost nostalgic to Liz, and for a moment she thought that she was going to burst into tears. She didn't though, and soon she began to enjoy the ride and the feel of the cool night air blowing freely around her. Neither of them said much for the first few miles, confined their words to comments on the music playing on the radio. Brad sensed that Liz was perturbed and asked her what was on her mind.
"I don't really know," she answered. "I feel fine, and yet I don't. Something is all mixed up."
Brad could not take Liz's concern indifferently. Until he understood what was troubling her, he naturally assumed that she was having misgivings about the fuck-orgy she had submitted herself to that evening. This possibility caused him direct personal worry. Aside from the fact that he did feel very close to Liz, he realized as well that she was a minor, and that he could conceivably be accused of raping her. This was not a very comforting thought, and Brad felt an intense urgency to get to the bottom of Liz's discomfiture as soon as possible.
"You can tell me, Liz," he said. "C'mon, I know something is bothering you, and I know you'll feel better if you get it off your chest. C'mon, hon, let it out and let's take a look at it. I'm sure that we can straighten things out easy as one-two-three."
"I-I don't even know how to begin, or what to say," she replied. "Something is wrong, and I can't quite put my finger on it."
Brad was getting increasingly perplexed himself: "It has something to do with tonight," she added.
This was what Brad was afraid of. She was sorry that all the guys had fucked her-that must be it, he thought.
"You don't mean that you're hurt or something from all the screwing you did, do you?" he asked.
"No, I'm not hurt. My cunt is a little tender from you-know-what, but really-I'm ok. It's something in my head that hurts."
"Uh, you're not sorry about all this, are you?" he inquired, praying that she would say no.
"Gosh no," she said, biting her lower lip and appearing incredibly innocent. "I loved fucking with you guys."
She laughed for a moment. "I'd be some kind of liar if I said I didn't dig all our fucking and sucking and everything. Don't you remember how much I said I loved semen, and screwing, and swallowing come, and being eaten-everything. Golly, I think that sex is definitely here to stay!"
Brad thought it was especially wonderful of her to try and amuse him while she was evidently feeling anything but in the pink. "Well, what is it then?" he asked.
"I'm afraid that there'll never be anything more than just fucking, ever for me. I mean-great, groovy, but there's got to be more. I want more, and I've got to find it. I've got to find the ultimate thrill, the mountain top of joy, the freedom of space."
Brad relaxed. There was nothing serious going on in her mind, he thought. He reckoned that she could even be turned on so well once again that she would forget all her freaked-out ideas. This was actually quite true-Liz could get turned on very easily, and she usually was apt to give her all in a bout of fucking and forget that anything else in the universe existed. But Brad was wrong in thinking that her mind was filled with weird, childish ideas. He didn't have the sensitivity that Liz had, and it was this lack of sensitivity that had kept Liz from spreading her legs for him long ago.
"Liz," he said, "I guarantee you that you'll find greater and more rewarding experiences in the future- in the very near future. Why, if you so desire we can see to it that you encounter new vistas of experience tonight! What do you say to that idea!?
"If I'm right in thinking what you're thinking, then what you have in mind is more fucking. Am I right?"
Brad smiled coyly. "Well, I won't say that there isn't screwing involved in it, but it's how you screw that matters-not the fact that someone is sticking you."
"Now listen, Brad," she said. "Don't try and tell me that I haven't seen and felt all there is no fucking. I mean, look, I took on four of you guys this evening."
"Hold on just a minute," replied Brad. "There's a few things you haven't experienced yet, and they're very groovy- Very groovy. Let me give you an example...."
He gunned the car onto a stretch of highway. "Imagine a room full of people all linked together in the process of eating each other out. That's so double fantastic you just wouldn't believe it. Sound good?
"Go on," said Elizabeth. It was evident that her interest had been aroused.
"And that's just the beginning. When you have a group of groovy people together, and you all get tuned in on fucking, something very far-out happens-something like what I think you're looking for."
"Exactly what is it that happens?" she questioned.
"I can't tell you exactly, because there aren't any words for it. Group-fucking is so good, it's beyond description. You may have heard various expressions about how nothing gets done without team-work-you've heard that, right.....?"
"Sure," she answered.
"Well, this is the same thing. When there's a whole bunch of groovy kids making it together, something magical happens."
Liz fairly jumped up and down with new-found glee. Her change of mood was exceedingly gratifying to Brad. He felt he had done a good job of freeing her of worry. Not only that, but he had also gotten Liz interested in a gang-bang, and that would really be a ball (in every sense).
"What do you say to a little group fuck to finish off the evening right?" he asked.
"Sounds delicious," she joyfully replied. "Only we're going to need more girls."
"I'm sure we can handle that," Brad said. "How many girls do you know who wouldn't mind a good go at a high-class screwing? I bet you know quite a few."
"Well, Kathy would sure be game--she loves to fuck. That's one." She counted one finger on her left hand. "Then there's Joan, she recently told me she was so hot that she was considering going to bed with a broom. Two. Eloise--she's always ready. Three. Oh, Claire, of course, Scotty's girl. I' know they're making it -- she'd come -- depending on whether or not she's back from the prom with her El Wierdo cousin."
"Tell you what," suggested Brad. Let's stop at the nearest phone and you call the girls. Then, hopefully, they'll all be at my pad when we get there, and we can just g-r-o-o-v-e."
"Great," agreed the gorgeous charmer.
They cruised into a gas station and both went into the phone booth. Luckily, Liz had brought along her miniature telephone-number book. The first person she called was her dose friend Kathy. Kathy was one of the few girls going to high-school who lived by herself. She was one year older than her class-mates, tall, black hair of medium length, lovely face and figure, beautiful eyes, and a well-oiled cunt. She had lived with two boys off and on for the past year, and had been initiated into all the fine points of intercourse, fellatio, and cunnilingus. She was still awake, reading a novel, when Elizabeth called.
"Hi, Kathy, surprise! It's me, Liz. Yep, it is sorta late, but I'm calling for a special reason. Huh? No, everything is fine. Listen, why don't you come over to Brad's place right away....yea........right...it's gonna be a great party......yes, that's the main idea.....as much as you want.....all night long, if you can take it....yes, I know you and your award winning pussy......Listen, will you try and reach Claire and get her to come too? Yea, she should be home by now, and shell need a ride. You can pick her up? Groovy! Ooooo, isn't this exciting? Ok, hon, see you soon. Bye-bye."
Liz winked at Brad. "That makes at least two, and possibly three," she said.
"Three cheers," declared Brad. "Who's next?"
"I'll call Eloise. It's possible she's fucking right now, but that's the breaks, right?"
"Absolutely."
She dialed Eloise's number. The phone rang five times before Liz got an answer.
"Eloise? Hi, this is Liz...LIZ! Jesus, you must have been asleep. Listen...ok, I'll give you a moment to wake up...I know it's two in the morning, but wait till I tell you what's going to happen at Brad's place tonight...guess...no, better than that...something you've always wanted to be part of.....a gang-bang, silly.....yes, me too...yes, this has been a special evening.....Brad, Charlie, Scotty, John-hold on a minute." She turned to Brad. "How many other guys are gonna be there?"
"Umm, three others-seven all together," he answered.
"There'll be seven guys," continued Liz into the phone. Yes, it is a groovy number...good...I thought you'd want to make it. It'll be a Gas. Right, just knock on the door and tell whoever answers that you came for the party.
We'll be back there right away too. Ok.....and-Eloise- are you still there? Listen, try and keep your panties dry till you get there. See ya!"
"That should make four," said Brad. Four of a kind- that beats a full house. Yea!!!"
"Enough of your comedy," joked Liz. "I've got to try and reach Joan. She's apt to be the life of the party."
"By all means, call her at once," chimed Brad. "Ummm, this is going to be so-o-o much fun." He slipped his hand up Liz's skirt and gave her twat a little squeeze.
Liz slapped playfully at his arm. "Now you just hold on for a while," she said. "That comes later."
"Come-how I love that word," he crooned. "Sigh, my life is so hard sometimes." He leaned his head against the side of the phone booth to demonstrate the degree of his 'suffering'.
"Oh, I know how hard your life is," Kidded Liz, "and how hard something else of yours is too." She was keeping the fun-ball rolling along.
"Yipes!" shouted Brad happily.
"Now you just hold your horses, big-boy," she said. I've got a very important call to make, and you know it."
"Get on with it," mimicked Brad. "Don't worry about me. I'll just stand here with my erection to keep my company."
"Oh shush now," she replied, and began dialing Joan's number. The phone rang for a few moments. "I sure hope she's home....oh....Joan?....hi it's me....Liz.... yea, happy screwed up grad night to you too. Huh? Oh nothing, I always call people at this time of night- just to wake them up......of course I'm kidding.....oh......
oh Joan, you're positively insane.....Christ, I never heard of such antics.....hold on for a moment." She covered the mouth-piece of the phone so Joan couldn't over hear her talking to Brad. She said, "Do you know what that crazy girl has been doing all evening?" "What?"
"She's been jerking off her St. Bernard. Did you ever hear of anything so coo-coo in all your life. She said the dog has come four times already, and that she's been jerking him now for a good fifteen minutes without him spending. What a girl!"
"I'll say," offered Brad.
"Listen," said Elizabeth, returning to her conversation with Joan, "I've got something better to do. Come on over to Brad's house right now and you'll really have a good time. Huh.....guess....better than that....a gang-bang........take it easy, Joan......yes, I'm serious.....the varsity football team.....quite laughing for a moment....sure I'm going to be part of it, I can hardly wait.....it is great.....let me tell you, I know these boys are good fuckers, I've been screwing with them all evening.......I know, but I always wanted to.....yes', we did that too.....uuummmm, I just love the taste of semen....good....we'll see you there....bye......"
Liz hung up the phone. "Things that worked our perfectly," she said to Brad. "The girls should be at your place by the time we get back. I sure hope Claire comes. Oh Brad, I'm so excited!" She jumped up and down happily.
"Let's hot-foot it," he said. "This is a situation that won't wait."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Back at the house, Charlie, Scotty, and John had figured that the night had come to a premature end. No one had phoned the other boys over at John's place-no one wanted to be responsible for conveying any sad news. Charlie knew that it was up to him, for the idea of 'sequential screwing' was his, and he honestly felt bad that his buddies wouldn't have a chance to dip their puds into Liz's marvelous cunt. He was just getting around to calling the boys (a sad task indeed) when there came a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" called out Scotty.
There was some girlish giggling, then: "It's Kathy, and Claire is with me. Aren't you going to let us in?" The three boys eyed each other with big, questioning expressions.
"What's this mean?" said John. "I didn't hear no-thin' about any other dames."
"You think I did?" answered Scotty. "Guess we ought to let them in."
"Brilliant idea," added Charlie, and he got up to answer the door.
The girls looked fabulous. Both were dressed in fantastically short micro-skirts. Kathy had on a transparent yellow blouse, her bra completely visible through it Claire wore a striped shirt-jacket, combination which was wonderfully flattering to her scrumptious tits. Her legs were covered with fine mesh stockings. When Charlie answered the door, he almost had a heart-attack.
"Do come in," he said, and the girls swayed into the house, bubbling with anticipation.
"Liz called and told me about the party," said Kathy to the boys. "As you can see, I got here as soon as I could. Claire was just getting into bed when I called her, and I had to convince her there'd be some good-times involved if she came along-right Claire?"
"Can you blame me?" replied the gorgeous blonde. "I'd just got back from spending an incredibly lousy evening with this dork cousin of mine. Believe me, if it was for the fact that dear 'ol Liz had some super show lined up, I wouldn't have budged. Hi fellas."
The boys exchanged pleasantries with them for a while. Though none of them had been informed of the group-screw idea, they quickly intuited that that was precisely what the case was.
Charlie got on the phone to tell the other boys the newest developments. Kathy and Claire both sat down on the couch and crossed their legs. The tiny skirts they were wearing drew up, and Scotty and John were given the immediate treat of gazing upon slightly concealed cunts. Kathy especially gave them a show, for she was wearing her jet-set panties with the open center. The boys couldn't help but see the charming curls of black pubic hair and the soft inviting folds of her labia lips. Kathy kept swinging her leg up and down, causing her delightful pussy to shift a bit as she did so.
Scotty got a stiff and demanding hard on watching this. He decided to get things going and stole over to Kathy and Claire and sat between them. Claire, his steady girl and often fuck-partner, was eager for something to happen. She welcomed Scotty's hand on her left tit, and began to moan as he squeezed it. As things took shape, Scotty ended up with one hand on Kathy's tit as well. He massaged both the girls, and they responded by grinding their legs together in uncontrollable sexual desire.
John was not going to be left out for long. He crept up between Kathy's legs and placed his head underneath her little skirt. Kathy obediently uncrossed her legs and opened them wide so that John could have easy access to her privates. The scene was extremely erotic. Here was John with his head up Kathy's skirt, opening her cunt lips with his fingers while Scotty was having a go at the two girls' tits.
Charlie strolled back into the room just as Scotty was removing Claire's shirt and bra.
"Good to see you kids getting to know each other," said Charlie, and he walked over to each girl and gave them a kiss on the lips. Then he kissed Claire's now-bared nipples, and shoving his hand between her thighs, gave her cunt a squeeze as well.
"That's my girl you're playing with," joked Scotty, "but go ahead, what are friends for, anyway?"
"I appreciate your spirit," replied Charlie, "and yours too, Claire." He gave her twat another pinch, and began unbuttoning her skirt.
"My goodness, Charles," exclaimed Claire. "You sure are forward, aren't you?"
"Absolutely," he said. "My prick won't let me have it any other way."
All of them laughed. Kathy, meanwhile had slid down on the couch, and her legs were now draped over John's shoulders. John was enjoying himself immensely. He had removed Kathy's semi-panties, and was eating her out with great vigor. Kathy kept heaving her pussy at him, and he responded by pushing his face into her muff as far as he could. Kathy closed her eyes in happiness, her body turning on more and more.
Charlie had now gotten Claire completely nude. The beautiful blond was standing up and Frenching with our forward friend, while Scotty finger fucked her from the rear. Charlie was still dressed in pants and t-shirt at this time, but Claire soon took care of that. She helped him remove his shirt and pants, then reached inside his shorts and pulled out his hot tool. She leaned over and took it into her mouth, spreading her legs slightly as she did so. Charlie held her head from behind, encouraging her to take more and more of his cock into her mouth.
Scotty and John had both undressed, and Kathy was nude except for her thin blouse and bra.
Scotty had something in mind for Claire. "Move back from the couch, you two," he said to Charlie and her. "I need a little room."
Claire took her mouth off of Charlie's prick. "What do you intend to do?" she asked her steady.
"I thought it would be a good idea to stick my cock up your ass while you sucked off Charlie, love. Does that sound like a good idea to you?"
"You know it does," she answered, and took Charlie's rod into her mouth once more.
Claire was down on her knees in front of Charlie, her arms locked across his buttocks.
"Stand up and bend over," directed Scotty. Claire got to her feet, keeping Charlie's prick between her lips as she did so. In order for her to be comfortable in this position, and still make it possible for Scotty to shove his prick into her ass, she kept Charlie's dick pointing up (her mouth accomplishing this feat), thereby allowing her to escape any back-strain while she made her anus available conveniently to Scotty.
Stepping up behind her, Scotty first rubbed his staff between Claire's cunt lips. Her pussy was already quite wet, and soon Scotty's sword was nice and slick. He placed his member against Claire's ass-hole and tried to push it in.
"Oh, oww, that hurts, Scotty," she said. "I should have remembered how hard it is to get your dick up my ass. You know what we usually do to make things easier....?
"Righto," he replied. "All we need is a little cold-cream. I'll go get some from the bathroom." He quickly walked up the hall, his prick extended in front of him.
John and Kathy were not falling asleep as these things were going on. Kathy had laid down on her back on the carpet, and John was just now swinging his body over hers in preparation for sixty-nine. Kathy's mouth was watering in eagerness. She couldn't wait to take John's prick into her mouth. When John was in position, she grabbed his cock and quickly took it between her lips, moaning with pleasure as she did so. John opened her legs wide, and placed the tip of his tongue on her clit.
"Ummm, ummm," mouthed Kathy. "She wanted to tell John to stick three fingers up her pussy, but she couldn't let go of his cock long enough to go so. John had never seen such an appetite for cock-sucking-she was practically devouring him, and he loved every moment of it. She caressed his balls lovingly, and let his hard member slide in and out of her possessive mouth. John felt the head of his tool brushing against the bridge of her mouth, and the sensation was wonderful.
Kathy, as had been mentioned, was an old-pro at fucking and sucking. She might very well be called an out and out nymphomaniac, and she was definitely giving this impression to John. In fact, Charlie and Claire subsisted in their own sucking scene to watch how dynamically Kathy was sucking off John. Claire did not let go of Charlie's cock, though. She kept it tightly held in her right hand, occasionally moving her hand up and down, driving Charles practically crazy.
John had caused Kathy's clitoris to come to full extension. It was nearly an inch long, and it stood at attention like a little private guard. He took the little trouped between his teeth and gnawed at it gently.
"Uh...uh...." moaned Kathy, and she pushed her hot muff up at John's face. Finally, she took his cock out of her mouth, and breathing heavy, she said: "God-al-migh-ty, my pussy is dying for your tool. Shove it into me John,......oooooo.....I can hardly stand it."
John quickly reversed himself over her. She opened her legs as far as they would go. Taking his cock in hand, John placed it within her smoldering cunt-lips.
"Do you want it all at once?" he asked.
"Yes, yes," shouted the delirious girl. Shove it all in. Let me have it, let me have it all."
John made one great thrust and sent his hard prick driving into her. "Oh.....oh.....oh....." Moaned Kathy in her ecstasy. "Oh.....oh...." she repeated as John drew his cock out, then banged it back into her. Kathy's pussy went into high gear. She met each of John's thrust with one of her own, and stared into his eyes as he did so. John leaned his mouth over hers, and their tongues entwined. Kathy jerked her cunt up violently, and John pushed his wonderful plunger into her harder and harder.
"Yes, that's the way I like it," she exclaimed. "Pound it into me as hard as you can." At that moment John made a particularly hard thrust, and Kathy bit her lip from the unexpected assault. Her lips began to bleed, but she neither noticed it or cared. All she was aware of was John's stalwart organ as it slammed in and out of her.
"Keep it up, John," she pleaded. "Hurt me. Make my womb double up inside. Bust down all the barriers. Shove your prick up into me so that it reached up into my chest. Uh.....aaaaaa....Make me come, lover. Make my cunt wet with your juice. Sock it up me hard..."
Her legs went up in the air, and she raised herself and gripped John about the ass. Each time he shot his cock up her, she added to the force by drawing her in-top him. Her nails dug into his buttocks, scratching them and causing them to bleed. John was panting hard; Kathy was moaning and groaning. She shoved her pussy up again and again, and John shoved his cock into her harder and harder. Air bubbles appeared at the corners of Kathy's mouth, and a deep sigh began to come from deep inside of her.
"Oh God, oh God," she gasped. "I can feel it coming .....oh.....John.....come with me....let's come together...."
John speeded up his already furious drives Into her. He felt his semen preparing to boil forth. Making one last great shove, he drove his prick up Kathy's pussy as far as it was possible, and at the very end of his thrust, his semen leapt out of his dick and flew into Kathy's deep warm cunny.
"Aaaaaaaaaa......" she screamed, and as Charlie and Claire watched, they saw Kathy's body shake with the ecstasy of her orgasm. John had shot a great deal of spunk into her, and his prick was only beginning to relax. Kathy was holding him close, her legs now open wide. The sight was fabulously stimulating, and Claire, her pussy and mouth tingling, began sucking him again.
Scotty returned from what seemed a very long absence (it wasn't, but a good deal had transpired since his exit), and was dipping his fingers into a jar of cold cream. He saw the happy exhausted couple on the floor and said "My my."
Claire assumed her previous position-back bent over, cock in mouth, legs slightly apart, ass-hole exposed.
"Hurry, darling," said Claire. "We've been waiting for you for ages."
"Couldn't find this blasted cream," he answered, and spread the cream around his hard cock.
He took his position behind Claire, and applied some of the cream to her rectum. With everything set to go, he worked the tip of his horn into the tight hole, then pushed home four inches of solid organ in one massive thrust. Claire received the penetration with unequalled happiness. So great was the sensation she was getting that she nearly bit Charlie's member from excitement. In fact, she did clamp her teeth down on his hot stick, much to the surprise and alarm of Charlie. Driven by the instinct of self-preservation, he had pushed her head away from him until Scotty had worked his tool all the way into Claire's anus.
It was at this time that there was a knock at the door. The three engaged people were much to busy to react to the sound, but John had recovered enough to get up and answer the door. He didn't put any clothes on, for he knew from the voices that it was the other members of the varsity squad.
After opening the door, and witnessing the surprise of his friends at finding him in such a condition, John told the boys: "Just be cool and follow me. There's a little something going on which I think you'll be interested in."
John and the other dudes walked into the living room. The eyes of the three football players bulged nearly out of their heads as they saw the two-on-one scene being enacted before them. Bill, the handsomest of the new arrivals, sat down on a chair and watched in fascination. The other two, Carl and "Speed" - his nick-name, of course, remained standing.
Charlie and Scotty waved to their long-lost buddies, and Claire took Charlie's prick out of her mouth long enough to say "hi." Then, she quickly returned to her most-pleasurable task.
As the others watched, Scotty moved his tool in and out of Claire's fine tight chamber. Cold cream was spreading over a good portion of her ass, and to the others it looked as if she was being covered with spunk, not cream. Bill had even commented to John, "It looks as if she'd been rammed by a fucking horse."
The scene lasted for another three minutes. Then, the boys noticed that Claire was moving her mouth up and down faster and faster, and that Charlie was swaying a bit, and had thrust his hands into her hair. Suddenly, Charlie's body gave a quick, violent jerk, and he pushed his dick deep into Claire's throat as he sought to regain his balance. At that moment, Claire held her teeth against his hot member, and as Charlie swung back and forth one more time, he let loose into her eager mouth the full force of his desire.
His cock went off madly, and shot after shot of precious come gushed into Claire's mouth and down her throat. She sucked in all of his tribute, and kept on sucking. She loved the taste of semen, and wanted every bit that she could get out of Charlie. Even after his orgasm was over, she squeezed his cock with her teeth and rolled it against the insides of her cheeks in an attempt to pump every last drop of his love-juice into her hungry sweet mouth.
"Goddamn," said John, and wiped his forehead. As he and the others watched, Charlie withdrew his well-worked member from Claire's mouth and collapsed onto the sofa. Kathy had gotten up and relocated herself next to Scotty and Claire. Scotty was now holding his girl directly against him, his hands cupped over her tits. He continued ramming her in the ass, much to the obvious delight of the sex-mad beauty. .
Unexpectedly, Kathy motioned for Scotty to stop at a moment when he was just preparing to push his prick back into Claire's ass. "Wait just a moment," she said, and wiggled in between his legs and Claire's. Then, with loving tenderness. She took Scotty's balls into her mouth (part of them anyway-they were quite large)and sucked on them. Scotty's cock was still about one and half inches within Claire's ass, so things were pretty crowded. Kathy let the balls out of her mouth, and began licking the exposed portions of his hard stick.
"Jesus sakes alive," sighed Carl, leaning against a wall and rubbing the front of his fly with his hand. "I can hardly hold back."
Kathy overheard him and stopped her tonguing of Scotty's shaft. She slowly undid herself from between the lovers' legs, and standing up, she blew a kiss to Carl. He trotted across the room, took her in his arms, and ground his body against hers.
"Let me help you out of your clothes," said Kathy, and a flash Carl was as nude as she. Standing up, she took his cock in her hand and rubbed it passionately. Then, like the expert she was, she stuck his member between her legs and gave it a hard start up her cunt.
"Hold me up so that your prick can get into me," she said.
Carl raised her up, and with incredible ease his hard pud slid up her box. Cathy's twat was still full of John's come, and as Carl thrust into her, some of that come bubbled out over her cunt lips and ran down her legs. It was an inspiring thing to see, and the others watched it all.
Scotty, meanwhile, was going hard at Claire. Never could he remember fucking a chick in the ass for such a long time. He pumped her again, ad finally they got down on their knees. In and out went his shaft, until Scotty felt the churning of his semen Inside him.
"Are you ready, Claire?" he blurted.
"Yes, oh yes. Come into me darling. Now. Now...."
Scotty shoved his prick in one more time, and twisted it around. His cock extended itself to its greatest size, and out of the tip shot his wonderful white fluid. As the boys watched, semen trickled out of Claire's ass, creating streams of warm goo on her thighs. "Ooooohhh....ooooooh," she moaned, and in doing so laid down on her face. Scotty's quickly-dwindling organ slipped out of her rectum, and he sat without moving, supporting himself with his arms.
Kathy was holding onto Carl, her legs hooked around his, her cunt sucking in his strong member. She buried her teeth into his shoulder and gave me a loving bite. They began Frenching, and timed the lapping movements of their tongues with the in and out movements of their genitals. Kathy was getting extremely turned on, and held herself fast to Carl, squeezing her tits hard against him.
"Someone hold me," said Kathy. "C'mon, Speed. Hold me from in back."
Speed didn't quite know what she wanted him to do. He went up to the embracing couple, and, for want of direction, ran his hands down the sides of Kathy's body.
"Hook your arms under my rear," she said, "and let me lean against you."
The still-confused boy did as she instructed. Unexpectedly to Kathy, and likewise to the two boys attending her, her cunt released Carl's prick as Speed took hold of her. The thing was, Speed didn't realize how heavy Kathy would be, and when he assumed her weight in his grasp, he nearly tottered. Regaining himself swiftly, he managed to keep himself erect, but he had stepped backwards, and Kathy' pussy lost its intruder in the process.
"Oh, I've lost the cock," she moaned.
"Only for a moment," added Carl. He took his stout member in his hand, and approached the inviting girl. Placing the tip within her love nest, he said: "Now I'm just going to slide my prick up into you like it was before, and everything will be fine. Ok, Kathy?"
"Fuck me, fuck me," she answered resolutely. "I want to feel your cock bulging inside me, filling me up."
As Speed held her, she arched up her legs, opening them as far as they would go. Her hands were beneath her knees, causing her to be nearly doubled up. In this position, her twat was absolutely pushed out toward Carl-this being her objective in securing Speed's assistance.
Carl moved the tip of his cock in and out of Kathy's cunt-lips. He liked to watch the way the tender, sweet lips opened and closed around the big head of his tool, and the way the lips folded together when he removed his pud entirely. Come was still dripping out of Kathy's sweet muff, and this time it ran down over her ass and onto Speed's pants. Good-guy Speed was really doing a stand-up job. It was not the easiest task in the world-holding a beautiful girl in such a strenuous position, and having another dude stick her. But the hardest part of job was in maintaining himself sexually, for he had by this time sprouted a strong hard-on. In fact, his prick was becoming so large and determined, that Speed realized the very great likelihood of his tool busting out of his fly-what with his fly being of the snap variety, not the zipper.
Kathy was aware of what was developing with Speed too. She was extremely psychic in matters of sex. Many times she had amazed Liz and other girlfriends by demonstrations of her sixth sense In regard to fucking, sucking, and their lovely by-products. One of her most advanced skills was her ability to smell semen from as far as thirty feet away. To her friends, this was totally uncanny, and no one believed it until they saw it. Kathy proved it to them. One night, she saved her boy-friend's spunk after he had come in her mouth, putting it in a little plastic sandwich bag. The next day, Liz, Joan, Claire, and two other girls came over to Kathy's apartment. Kathy gave Joan the bag of semen, and told her to hide it anywhere in the apartment. The only stipulation she made was that Joan pour the come out of the bag Into a dish or other object. Joan went off and hid the precious fluid. Then, as the girls watched, Kathy blindfolded herself, and began to walk in what was to apparently be the direction of the hidden love-juice. Liz accompanied her, guiding her away from objects she might run Into because of the blindfold, with the other girls close behind. Kathy went straight to it! The girls watched In amazement as she went right up to the saucer full of sperm, bent her head down, and licked the fluid up into her mouth. After that, none of the girls doubted Kathy's prowess in psychic sex-feats.
So it was that Kathy sensed the fact that Speed was getting a good old-fashioned hard-on, and a moment later Speed's prick did bust out of the front of his pants, pants.
"Look-a-there," said John, and he whistled appropriately. The other boys tried to contain themselves, but there was something to humorous in the sight that they couldn't help but laugh. Bill especially was just going to pieces.
The humor soon turned to fascination, though. Speed was wetting the tip of his cock in the semen that had trickled over Kathy's ass, and he was now attempting to lodge his dick within her ass-hole. The boys considered this a noble feat indeed, especially for Speed. Here he was holding Kathy up so that Carl could fuck her from in front, and at the same time, he was setting to penetrating her from the other side.
Working desperately, Speed managed to push a bit of his tool into Kathy's tight rectum. The going was far from easy, and his prick bent more than once from the opposition of the puckered anal opening. Kathy, always trying to help, grabbed the cheeks of her ass with her hands, causing her rear sphincter muscles to relax somewhat.
"Try and get it in now," she said.
Lo and behold, Speed's jumbo dandy cruised up Kathy 's ass cavity quite easily. The boys applauded for a moment, and Kathy moaned "OOOOHH GOD...."
This was definitely a fantastic happening, no matter how you looked at it, and there were spectators taking it all in from a number of angles. Charlie saw the scene from behind Carl-what with he not having moved from the couch. Claire and Scotty both watched from a side angle from their vantage point on the floor. Bill and John were sitting on the step leading into the hall, viewing the dual fuck from behind Speed. Nothing was lost on the viewers. As they watched, Speed pushed his staff further and further up Kathy's ass, until it all but disappeared. On Carl's side, the fucking was going nice and smooth. His organ moved in and out with admirable ease, the whole of his cock slick with semen from Kathy's fuck with John.
The incredible aspect of this double fuck was the hunger with which Kathy sucked the two pricks Into her body. It very well seemed as if her pussy and ass-hole had minds of their own, and that they were very strong minds to boot. In addition, it could easily be supposed that her two sex holes where truly symbolic mouths, and that these mouths were now absorbing a most delicious nectar-nectar which was served from long round vessels with small holes in the tips.
From a much more immediate point of view, the two boys and one girl match was pure eroticism. No one in the room, with the exception of Scotty and Kathy, had ever seen two on one. It was marvelous to see Speed's prick as it curved in and out of its tight chamber, while at the same time one saw Kathy's pussy swallow up Carl's hot member. It was truly a treat for all.
Speed was beginning to have difficulties. The weight of Kathy's body, plus the force of Carl's thrusts into her, was causing him to get exceedingly tired and aching.
"Bill, Charlie, somebody," he called out. "Give me a hand, will ya?"
Bill, the freshest member of the team, for he hadn't seen action yet, responded to the call. He held Speed up as the latter leaned back, thereby transferring some of the weight to Bill. Had Brad been there at that moment, he surely would have commented to Elizabeth on what a perfect demonstration of group-work the foursome represented.
When Bill joined the intimate little happening of which Kathy was the central character, she immediately began thinking about how she could manage to get Bill's prick into her mouth. That, she thought, would really be groovy. How nice it would be, she pondered, if there was a swing suspended from the ceiling which Bill could sit in, which would lower whenever he wanted it too. Then he could descend in front of her until his prick was right in line with her mouth, and she could take it conveniently between her Bps. How glorious it would be for three guys to reach orgasm together at the same time-all within her!!!!
As the two boys continued going at that most pleasurable task, Kathy suddenly said, "Isn't there any way that Bill could get his cock into my mouth without disturbing Carl or Speed?"
This served to just about pop everybody's mind. Claire nearly gasped, Charlie fell face forward on to the sofa, Scotty shook his head, and John said, "God-damn."
Charlie, however, was honestly thinking about how the act could be carried off. His swift mind turned on and ran at its highest pace for a good forty-five seconds. Then he sat up, blinked his eyes as if he had just seen a vision, and said, "I've got it. We can do it, Kathy."
During Charlie's contemplation, Carl had subsisted from sticking the willing girl as he felt an orgasm coming on. Speed had slowed down too, more from sheer exhaustion than anything else, but his cock was still firmly inside Kathy's ass.
Though she was enjoying herself tremendously, and In spite of the fact that her pussy was wetting In testimony to her excitement, Kathy still felt unsatisfied. After all, there were two cocks in her, and neither of them was doing much at the moment. Therefore, the reader will understand her exhilaration when she heard that Charlie had come up with an idea as to how to affect getting Bill's ready-to-go member into her mouth.
"How listen carefully," said Charlie, drawing up his legs and making himself comfortable. "Here's what we do. Scotty, you and John are the tallest and strongest dudes available right now. I therefore elect you two as supports for Bill as he goes about his business of pleasing our fair lady Katherine."
Without cognizing the full implications of Charlie's idea, Scotty declined the assignment. "I couldn't do much of anything right now," he said. "It's Claire's fault, and there's not much I can do about it now."
Charlie pretended to be in close agreement with what his friend was saying. Actually, he was scheming cleverly in order to get his worn out compatriot to his feet.
"I realize your predicament," said Charlie, "but in all fairness I must remind you that Kathy needs your help, and that in the knight's code of honor, the service rendered to a fair maiden tops the list of admirable deeds. Therefore, I say unto you, go forth and rescue fair Katherine from her present state of empty mouth. Help good John in hoisting gallant Bill onto his and your shoulders. Make possible a rebirth of the glory that was Rome. Administer to Kathy a joy giving cock for her to suck on, so that she may reach a true and lasting orgasm."
"You and your rhetoric," sighed Scotty. "How can a guy refuse after being knighted?" He turned to John. "John, are you ready to assume your share of the burden?"
"I cannot do too much for the fair lady," he replied, and got to his feet.
"Boys," said Claire, "I love you all. You're the most courageous group of fuckers any girl could want."
"Thank you," said Charlie. "Your words are music to my ears. If I can ever do more, just send your carrier pigeon to me with a message."
Bill, meanwhile, was righteously looking forward to a change of pace and position. All this time he had been supporting the combined weight of Kathy and Speed, and the task was indeed a rough one.
"Will you cats get together already," he said. I'm dying over here-do you understand-dying. Oh, my aching back."
"Hop to it gang," shouted Charlie. "You've heard the alarm-get on your horses."
Scotty and John helped Bill to his feet. Kathy squirmed with delight at the prospect of what the future held in store for her. Her squirming caused Carl and Speed to re-initiate the in and out motions of their respective cocks, and Kathy responded to their penetrations by moaning "Uuuummmmm...." and working her cunt and ass muscles as was appropriate to facilitate the action of the boys serving her.
Bill disrobed quickly, exposing his hard and ready-to-suck-and-hick cock.
"Ok," said Charlie. "John, you and Scotty lift Bill up on your shoulders, and hold him there on his side. Right, now you've got it." He continued supervising the event until Bill was suspended comfortably, his prick pointing out and throbbing ominously. With all in order, Charlie directed the human bridge over to Kathy (this required two full steps) and saw to it that Bill's organ was in line with Kathy's mouth. "We're all set, Kathy," he said. "Are you ready?"
"All the way, love," she answered. "Carl, darling, stop your beautiful fucking for just a moment so that I can take Bill's prick into my mouth."
Both Carl and Speed slackened off their thrusts, and Kathy reached out with her left hand and took Bill's prick into her possession. After giving the hard member two squeezes, she opened her mouth and let the head of the cock in between her moist warm lips. "Uuummm...uuuummmm" she sighed with pleasure.
Her tongue began going around and around the tip of the proud cock, with special attention being paid to the little hole which was so sensitive and inviting. Bill was nearly shaking with exhilaration, and his two supports had quite a time keeping him in a good position. One time, when Kathy was running the edge of her tongue up and down across the hole in his prick's head, Bill moved so uncontrollably that his rod slipped out of Kathy's mouth. Kathy reacted to this event like a real pro. She blew a kiss to the departed cock and said, "Come back to me, beautiful prick. Let me take you into my warm mouth and gently suck you off. Send your gush of sperm into my throat so that I may absorb it into my being." The lovely pud was back in her mouth immediately.
It should be remembered that Speed and Carl had been sticking Kathy for some time now, and that it was becoming more and more impossible for either of them to contain their semen for very much longer. Kathy, her sex sixth sense working as well as ever, knew that the two boys were ready to come into her, and she twisted her rump back and forth encouraging the discharge of their spunk into her ass and cunt.
"Let your semen flow into me," she murmured, having withdrawn her mouth from Bill's prick for a moment. Fill me up with your white fluid. Flood my insides with your warm and loving sperm.....uuuuhh.....I know it's on the way......I can see the millions of little sperm preparing to shoot into me.....yes, I know it's coming now...ooooohhh, fuck me faster, Carl, Speed.....fuck me...fuck me... fuck me..."
She sucked in Bill's member once again, and began going up and down on it with greater and greater intensity. Kathy knew that if she worked on Bill well enough, he might very well go off just about the same time as her two other suitors. Faster and faster moved her tongue. Faster and faster went the two cocks serving her down below. Kathy knew the magic moment was at hand, and as she felt Carl make his final drive into her, and Speed make his short, concluding stabs into her ass, she clamped her teeth gently but firmly onto Bill's hot prick, made one last run up and down the length of his proud soldier, absorbed the steel-like organ down into her throat, and set him off. The magic moment had arrived! As Kathy sucked in Bill's enormous come, Speed went off In her rear-end, sending his boiling spunk far up her anal cavity. Carl, his thrust completed and his prick pressing against Kathy's womb, shot forth his deluge of semen, packing her most private parts with his rich, warm fluid.
"Oh....uh.....oooooooohh......." she moaned. Some of Bill's spunk had come gurgling out of her mouth as she spoke, but she managed to swallow most of it in two full gulps.
Carl's prick was still throbbing inside her cunt, sending charge upon charge into her already full cavity. Speed had emptied his store of come, and was now pulling his lax tool out of her ass-hole. A little soft snapping sound accompanied the removal of his organ, as if signifying the end of the act.
As Speed withdrew himself, he forgot that he was Kathy 's sole support at that moment. Consequently, Kathy fell backwards, taking Carl with her. The resulting scene found Speed, Carl, and Kathy gathered in a pile, wet with the dews and oils of fuck. Bill had slipped down onto his feet, and remained standing-but just barely. "Ho-ly-be-Jesus," he sighed, happily. "I'm a satisfied and spent man-one as much as the other."
Scotty noticed that a goodly amount of spunk was trickling out of Kathy's cunt and ass onto the carpet. "Kathy, honey," he said, are you aware that love-juice is dripping out of your privates?"
For once, Kathy had allowed such a happening to escape her attention. She was so overcome from her three-way fuck that she noticed almost nothing at all.
"Scotty," she murmured, "after the fucking I've just had, I don't think I'll move again for ten years."
She did, however, reach down between her legs and scoop some of the warm come into the palm of her hand. Then, with a slow and sure motion, she brought the tasty fluid to her mouth, and licked her palm lean. Claire, at that moment, got a mutual urge and inspiration. Crawling across the carpet on all fours, she approached Kathy head-first. Kathy was sitting with her legs drawn up, leaning against Speed.
"May I have the pleasure?" asked Claire, pointing a finger at Kathy's well exposed pussy.
"Please do, Claire," came the reply. "There's nothing I'd like better."
Claire pushed her face into Kathy's muff. Her tongue found its way up Kathy's sticky-with-sperm chamber, lapping the satisfying fluid into her mouth at regular intervals.
"That's so sweet, Claire," said Kathy. "I didn't even know you were acquainted with sucking semen out of another girl's pussy."
Claire uncunted her face so that she could talk. "I ate out Joan a couple times," she said, "and discovered that I liked it very much."
"Yes, that Joan does have a fine little cunny," added Kathy. "Where is she anyway?"
"Where is Brad and Liz, for that matter?" said Charlie. "You don't think they're having a little party all their own, do you?"
"Frankly," said Scotty, "I don't think Liz would want to miss our little party for anything in the world."
"It sure would be nice if Joan was here," said Charlie. "I know that she's one girl who is hot to trot."
Claire was eating out Kathy again. She licked Kathy's cunt over and over again. Stopping for a moment, she replied to Charlie: "I suppose Kathy and I are what you'd call lame, huh?"
"Not quite," said Charlie. "In fact, I'd say you were pretty lively girls."
"Thank you, love," said Claire, and returned to the gooey doings between Kathy's legs. She licked Kathy's clit, then trailed her tongue down across the full length of her labia. "Throw your legs up over me," she instructed Kathy. "I want to get at your rectum."
"You're really a darling," said Kathy, and she flung her legs up over Claire's shoulders. Claire now had easy access to her friend's asshole, and she licked the tight little hole clean of its adornment of male froth.
"Stand up for a moment now," said Claire. She helped Kathy to stand up, then positioned herself between the well-fucked girl's legs. She took the cheeks of Kathy's ass in her hands, and spread them apart as far as they would go. "Relax, love," she said, "and let the spunk run out of your ass into my mouth."
As the boys watched, the large amount of Speed's spunk that was stored up within her came trickling out of Kathy's ass. Claire was right there to receive the drops of love, her open mouth placed directly underneath Kathy's anal opening.
"Go to it girl," encouraged Scotty. He enjoyed seeing Claire get into it.' Claire drank down all the spunk that came to her, then licked the puckered orifice once more. "That'll have to hold me for now," said Claire. "There's not much left in either your pussy or rear, and what there is, I think you should keep. I firmly believe that a girl stays young by swallowing a good amount of semen each day."
Scotty put some soft music on the phonograph, and he and Claire did a mild, easy dance around the room. The atmosphere was very relaxed-all the kids being quite satisfied at how the evening had been going. Kathy curled up on the couch with Charlie, and drifted off into a world of color and patterns. The other relaxed in their places, waiting for Brad and Liz to show up.
One phonograph album later, Brad and Liz arrived. They had stopped off to get some wine, and had been side-tracked longer than they expected. Everything was still in order, though, and as Liz said, "The party has yet to begin."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Liz was incredibly radiant. Though it was three-thirty A.M., she was as sparkling fresh and beautiful as she had ever been before. Both the boys and girls were struck by her other-worldly loveliness. More than one of her friends was thinking about the fact that sex seemed to agree with the precious and exquisite beauty.
While the other kids were talking and laughing, Liz managed to steal away to the back-porch of the house and be alone. She was feeling especially grand, and life was more real and full of promise than it had ever been for her. This new joy, which she now lived and breathed, had come to her on the so-named 'side-track' which had slowed her and Brad down considerably on the way back from the phone booth. What had happened was this: They had turned off the road and parked once more where they would be alone. For some peculiar and yet appropriate reason, both Brad and Liz had felt like parking and just quietly looking at the stars. So, of course, that's exactly what they did. As the reader no doubt has realized, Brad and Liz were pretty groovy kids. Besides, the evening acquired a kind of fine balance by including some moments of peaceful contemplation.
As it turned out, neither Brad or Elizabeth needed to contemplate for long. Soon they were in each other's arms, and a twinkling of an eye later, Liz was sitting on Brad's lap with his cock nestling deeply within her love-muff. As if tuned in on each other perfectly, they both felt like making the fuck a very relaxed one. Therefore, Liz would remain still most of the time, just feeling the hard cock swelling within her. Brad shared the rhythm of little motion, with only a few in and out thrusts every once in a while. During this fuck-of-peace, Liz moved her body with selectivity when at all, and her rare movements turned themselves into a kind of mystical dance which in turn seemed to epitomize the essence of the living innocence in young love.
The smooth fuck had lasted for over twenty minutes.
When the loving couple came, they did so together, and both felt the extra glory and oneness which was born in their orgasm.
This, then, was the reason why Liz was feeling so heavenly. The world was a dream for her now, and the dream was more than fulfilling. She felt a new kind of freedom, a freedom of ease and action-both of which were extremely pleasurable. It was easy for her to consider more sex that night. Why not? If she felt like it, she would. And Liz knew she would feel like it. Hugging herself with enthusiasm for life, she turned back to the house and went inside.
The other kids were still talking. Brad had taken his pants off, but he wasn't trying to scare up any sex. Instead, he and Claire were sitting facing each other on the floor, both naked of course, and both with legs drawn up. They were discussing the therapeutic aspects of croquet!!!
When Elizabeth entered the room, everyone, including Brad, felt turned on. Liz said 'Hi' to one and all, and began dancing to the record that was playing. All about the room she went. So light was her step that she truly seemed to be floating.
It was a most charming scene. All the kids felt relaxed, groovy, and in a pleasant state of general exhilaration. Except for Liz, everyone was sitting or laying down.
Liz enjoyed her solo dance. She was feeling incredibly free! How wonder ml it was for her to be alive and able to feel so much and so well-how wonderful and chosen- and lucky.
Charlie, who had a deeper sense of the aesthetic than the others, was quite captivated with Liz. He intuitively knew that she had come into her own as a beautiful point in time and space. She personified for him the image of spirit made visible, and her immaculate body seemed to have taken form due to a miracle. Her legs were a marvel of grace and symmetry, her arms fine and delicate. Of her face there could be no words. What would one call an angel? So too was it with the beauty in Elizabeth's face. The entire aura about her shone with divine feminine qualities. As Charlie gazed upon her, his eyes first looked into her eyes, then away, then back to her eyes. The contact was strong and real, then wiped away as she danced off from his field of vision.
Charlie turned around and followed her with his eyes. What charming, modest breasts she had! And those hips ......and those thighs......and mat honey dew between her legs. Cod-how he wanted to dip his pud into her love-scoop. COD GOD GOD. And gee whiz. And, well, wasn't she just a girl, too? And hadn't Charlie just enjoyed her earlier that evening? Sure he had. He reckoned he had better get himself together, set his mind to what he wanted, and proceed like.....like...a young boy who was in love with the girl he worshipped and wanted in bed with him forever. And also, the undeniable fact remained, that at the very moment he was thinking all this, Charlie was also scheming about ways to get inside her warm pussy as soon as possible.
The next time their eyes met, Charlie winked at her. She winked back, and Charlie quickly patted the couch to indicate that she ought to sit down next to him.
Much to Charlie's great pleasure, Liz twirled down onto the couch in completion of her dance, put her arms around him and kissed him on the mouth. Charlie felt perfectly super, and put his hand up her skirt as they commenced Frenching. Things were working out very nicely, to say the least Liz welcomed Charlie's fingers inside her panties and up her pussy. She began humming a tune, much as she had done before, and opened her legs so that Charlie could get his finger up her precious slit with greater ease. Charlie managed to work three fingers up her lovely pink valley, and was now giving Liz a very nice finger fuck. He liked feeling the texture of the soft rosy folds of warm comfort which pulsed within her pussy.
Liz unbuttoned her skirt "I'll stand up for just a minute, Charlie, I promise. I only want to take off my clothes. It'll only take me a moment, and then you can do as you wish with me."
Charlie could have believed in seventh-heaven right there and then. Why, he was there now. No one in the room, or the universe for that matter existed for him except Liz and he. True, the other kids were either watching or talking, but no one was breaking his concentration on Liz, and he could exclude all the others quite easily.
Liz felt a closer contact with the other kids, but it in no way lessened her interest or affinity with and for Charlie. Stepping out of her panties, she asked Kathy if she had been enjoying herself that evening.
"Liz, this has been a great evening, simply marvelous. We missed you earlier of course-would have loved to see you get what I did-but believe me, we had a good time. Right Claire? Right, fellas?"
All expressed affirmative answers. Liz joked with Kathy about semen sandwiches, then got back to Charlie.
"I'll stretch out, and you get on top of me-like so..." Charlie indicated sixty-nine with his hands.
"Oh, that'll be nice," said Liz. She jumped playfully onto the sofa, then worked herself into position over Charlie. It was a close fit, but Liz managed to get her legs spread wide over Charlie's face, her lovely cunt open and beckoning to him.
Feeling quite accustomed to what she was doing, and enjoying it to the fullest, Liz took Charlie's cock into her mouth. She quickly took her mouth off of his organ, then began kissing the head of it. Manipulating her fingers, Liz opened the little hole on the tip of his cock, and stuck her tongue into it. This gave Charlie a wonderful thrill, and he reciprocated by taking her little clitty between his teeth and massaging it erotically.
Liz kissed Charlie's cock from top to bottom. She kissed his testicles, then licked them, one by one. Finding a few loose pubic hairs, Liz took them in her hand, then stuck her hand down to her honey-dip and placed the hairs within her cunt lips.
Kathy got up and went over to the involved pair. She went down on her knees next to Charlie, and watched him intently as he chewed gently on Liz's clitoris. Then she moved over to Liz and blew a kiss to her. Liz let Charlie's prick out of her mouth and returned Kathy's kiss. Then, without making any sign, Kathy placed her mouth on Liz's, and the two of them Frenched for several minutes. When they subsisted, Kathy took Charlie's prick in her hand, kissed the head, kissed Charlie on the belly, and then moved across the room to Claire.
"What's going on?" said Speed somewhat naively. He and the other boys watched as Kathy mounted herself atop Claire, opened Claire's legs wide, spread her own legs above Claire's face, and stuck her head down into the happy girl's muff.
The orgy was just beginning to unfold, for at that moment, Joan and Eloise rang the door-bell. Bill let them in, and when the new party-goers saw what was going on in the living room, their sweet joy buzzers began to ache for action.
Joan, brown hair and eyes, statuesque figure and face, was wearing slacks and a low-cut blouse. She gazed lovingly and longingly at the two pair of sex-enjoyers, and couldn't wait to join in the fun herself.
Eloise had chosen to dress in what can only be described as an outfit for preteeners. Her dress was extremely short, replete with arched shoulders and neck bow. The color was white and pink, creating an illusion of innocence around her.
But Eloise was not really a very innocent girl. She had lost her cherry when she was but eleven, spreading her legs for a telephone repairman who had come to the house where she lived when no one else was home. She had let him in, and stuck close by him while he worked at installing an additional phone in the bedroom.
At eleven, Eloise was already beginning to develop into a woman. Her tits were unmistakable, and a slight profusion of pubic hair adorned her love-triangle. She had watched the changes in her body with interest and intrigue, and more than once she inserted a finger up her tight young cunt to experience what the sensation would be like. In these, the budding moments of her sexuality, she had also explored the sensitive and responsive world of her rectum. Wetting her finger with face cream, she had penetrated her ass-hole with what she conceived of as a pseudo-cock, and found thrill upon thrill from the feeling of her finger, swatched as it was in cooling cream, as she moved it around and around inside of her.
She had known for some rime-over a year at the least-the intricacies of the inception-process, and also the fact (for she had heard this from some older girl-friends that had already began their life of fucking) that the act of intercourse was just about the most pleasurable thing a girl could experience. So, being open-minded and ready for new and more satisfying happenings, she welcomed the opportunity offered her in the person of the telephone repair man.
The fellow was going about his job, busily connecting an extension cord into a wall outlet. He had no thoughts of the comely girl at all, though he was a hearty fellow and took all the sex that came his way. He did notice that she was quite developed for a child of her tender years, but he had no intentions of pursuing any lust-enterprise with her as the object of desire.
Unexpectedly, except of course to herself, Eloise began to attract the man's attention. She sat on the edge of the bed with her legs far apart, her feet resting on the sideboard. Suddenly she cried out, "Oh, I've got a terrible pain, oh, please help me, do something, ooooh Cod, it hurts something awful......' The man was somewhat shocked, but he soon took the situation in hand. "Where is the pain," he asked.
Eloise, who was now laying down, with her legs drawn up, replied: "Between my legs, Right between my legs where it's real sensitive."
"I'll have to look up your dress, then," said the man.
"Yes, please do," answered the plotting little girl. "Only hurry. The pain is so bad, and its so deep inside me."
The man lifted her shift-dress, exposing her sweet young thighs and her delicate ruffled panties. Touching her tender cunt through her panties, he asked her: "Is this where it hurts?"
"Yes," she gasped, "Only deep inside, way up my hole."
By this time, the man was possessed of a mighty .erection. All his non-involvement was gone, and he eagerly looked forward to removing the girl's panties and gazing upon her young pussy.
"I'm going to take off your panties, young lady," he said. "Otherwise well never be able to tell what the trouble is."
"I understand," she replied, enjoying the way things were developing, and proud of herself that she was able to get the grown man so turned on. She had noticed the bulge in his pants, and knew what it meant. If things worked out right, she surmised, she might get to play with his great and mysterious hard-thing-or cock as she had heard it called.
Forgetting his job entirely, the man wrestled the panties off the girl. She helped him as best she could, raising her hips and wiggling most provocatively. The expression on her face was not lost on her attendant," and he sensed that there was really nothing wrong with her that a nice fuck wouldn't take care of.
"I'm going to look up your hole," he said. Taking the fresh sweet cunt-lips into his hand, he opened the precious orifice and gazed upon her now-ripening treasures. How wonderful intact she was, and how delightful a fuck she would be!
"I think you'd best remove all your clothing now, child," he instructed, "just in case you've been hurt anywhere else."
"Ok," she said, and quickly slipped off the rest of her garments. It was evident to her that the man was onto her game, but she also knew that it no longer mattered -that he was hooked on her, and wanted to play with her more than anything else.
Eloise was now a naked little girl. Feigning modesty, she closed her legs and cupped her tits with her hands. The man shook his head.
"Honey, I've got to open your legs-you know that."
"I know," she said smiling. "It's only that I'm...well, you can guess."
"Embarrassed?" he suggested.
"Yes, but I trust you," so saying she opened her darling thighs to him.
Getting onto the bed himself, the man placed his mouth onto her sweet muff, and stuck his tongue between the sensitive lips. Eloise had never felt anything so terrific in all her life. Why, his tongue was making her positively delirious with pleasure. "Oh....oh.....oh......"
she moaned, and that was when the man knew that he really had her going. He ran his tongue up and down the length of her sweet cavity, causing the darling child to squirm with delight.
"Does this make you feel better?" he asked, and darted his tongue in and out of her yummy twat.
"Golly, yes, she replied. "I feel much better."
"I'm so glad," he said. "I think I'll have you fine and dandy in no time at all."
"Goody," she answered, laughing.
"These clothes I'm wearing are hard for me to move in. I'll just take them off for a few minutes."
"Please do," Eloise said, like a regular hot lady. She watched as he unbuttoned his service uniform, kicked off his shoes, removed the uniform, his socks, and his t-shirt. All he had on now was his shorts, and Eloise stared in fascination at the big bulge inside them.
"What do you have there?" she asked, pointing at his concealed prick, "a hammer?"
He laughed. "You might call it that. Watch, I'll show you." He took off his shorts, and Eloise feasted her eyes on his huge, throbbing tool.
"Oh golly," she sighed. "How pretty it is."
"Haven't you ever seen one before?" he asked.
"No," she replied, and this was quite true. She had wanted to see and touch a grown man's penis for a long time, but there was no man around who she could openly make the request to. Several times she had peeked in at her parents at night, and had seen the shadow of her father's stick as he mounted on her mother, but she had never seen one in the clear light of day like she now did.
"May I touch it?" she asked, with overplayed naivet�.
"Certainly," he rejoiced. "It'll make you feel much better." He reversed his position on the bed so that his cock was pointed in her face and his head was alongside her creamy white legs.
"Take it in your hand and squeeze it," he instructed.
The precious girl did as she was told. She closed her dainty hand around his hot member, and squeezed it gently. The cock was so big that her hand only surrounded half of it, and she placed both hands together in order to get full contact on the hot, throbbing surface.
"Move your hands up and down," was the next order. She willingly complied, and watched intently as the skin rolled back from the head of the prick, causing the head to extend itself even more, as if proclaiming some major event.
The man's cock was huge-even as far as big cocks in general are concerned. It was nearly three inches across, and eight inches long. One could say it was a true woman-pleaser. Many was the times when he had driven women to the heights of ecstasy by giving them a hard fuck with his monstrous tool.
And now, here he was with a charming young girl holding his staff in her hands. He had never played with a pre-teener, and the novelty of the idea appealed to him very much.
"Take my cock into your mouth," he said, "and suck on it for a little while."
The words rang in Eloise's ears. Would she really get this great and cherished honor? Was it possible that she could actually be given the opportunity to do such a wonderfully grown-up thing? Of course it was! Dear Eloise flipped into the real here and now, and hesitated no longer. She took the giant prick into her mouth-or, more correctly, she took part of it into her mouth. The organ was so big that she had to open her mouth all the way just to get the head inside, but once this was done, she found that the rest came easy. Immediately, she turned on in a sexual manner like she had never done before. She loved the tingling which went through her body, and which was most evident in her never-penetrated pussy. It was equally fine having the huge cock in her mouth, and running her tongue across the tip. She felt the sensitive surface over and over again, and managed to take more of the tool into her mouth. Then, taking the cock out of her mouth for a moment, she caught her breath.
Returning to her joyous play, she placed her lips over the tip of the massive member, and began sucking, directly, the little hole. The man was nearly beside himself. He pushed his prick up into her mouth, and she let him have his way. The hot sword gorged her, but she didn't mind. It was all very wonderful, and there could be no wrong now.
"Move your mouth up and down fast," he ordered, and she followed his instructions to a 't'. Up and down went her mouth. Faster and faster he pushed his cock between her lips. Then suddenly his body went rigid, and before she knew that was happening, his cock went off inside her mouth and shot forth an incredibly large amount of come. The white fluid gushed down her throat and ran out of her mouth and down her chin. Eloise thought at first that he had peed, but soon she realized that the liquid was oh-so different. She remembered what one of her older girl-friends had said about swallowing a man's liquid-of-love-as the girl had called it. This older friend had told Eloise that it was the most wonderful thing ever to gulp down that liquid, and that if she ever got a chance, to be sure and take advantage of it.
Well, Eloise was taking advantage, all right. She let the warm spunk run down her throat, and gulped it down. The taste, she discovered, was not bad at all. It was salty, and had a lot of body to it, and in her child's mind she compared the fluid to liquid vitamins.
The prick throbbing again and again, sending its secret froth into Eloise's yearning mouth. The man was surprised at how 'adult'-like she received his charge. He considered himself quite fortunate in running into her, and he intended to capitalize on his good luck to his greatest advantage.
It was some moments before Eloise had finished swallowing all the come he deposited in her mouth. Finally, with all of it inside her, she wiped her face with her hands, thereby collecting the spunk that had run over her face. As the man watched, Eloise licked the come off of her hands, then laid down on her back.
"You're a good girl," he said to her, turning himself around so that they were face to face.
"And you're a very nice man," she offered. "I liked what we did," she added.
"So did I-very much. You're very grown up for your age-did you know that?"
Eloise laughed. The truth of the matter was that she had surprised herself. It was all so easy, and so much fun!
With child-like glee, she kissed the man on his mouth. He drew her to him, crushed his lips down on hers and began Frenching with her. What else could possibly be new in the world dreamed the young girl? What more happiness could exist anywhere at any time?
She was soon to find out.
The two of them relaxed for some minutes. The man was only waiting to get himself together enough to fashion another erection. He did not want to stay in the house any longer than was needed. What if someone intruded? What if the girl's parents came home? That was not a very comforting thought, and the man was glad when he felt his prick begin to get hard again. He knew it would not be long before his erection was complete, and then he could do what he most wanted to do: he could work his giant-size pud up Eloise's cunt!
Eloise saw his cock start to grow. Instinctively, she put one hand around it and tugged at it lovingly.
"That's right," said the man. "Keep doing that, and soon my prick will be good and hard again, and then I'll have a real surprise for you. Sound good?"
"Oooooo, I can hardly wait," she replied ecstatically. She increased the speed of her manipulation, and the cock grew more and more.
"Have you ever thought of a man putting his cock up between your legs?" he asked.
"Oh, yes," she said. "I've thought about it lots of times. But there was never any boy around who would do it to me. I've wanted some nice man to do that to me for a long time now." She paused for a minute, turning the man's organ around and around. "Will you do it to me? Will you put your cock up between my legs?"
"That's exactly what I'm going to do - and very soon."
"There's only one thing I'm worried about," said Eloise.
"And what might that be?" he asked. "Well......well........" "You'd better say it now," he stated emphatically.
"Well, it's just that your...cock is so big, and my......
my....."
"Cunt," he said.
"Yes...my cunt is so tiny. I don't see how you're going to get your cock up my cunt without tearing me to pieces."
"Now don't you worry," he said. "I'll take care of everything. You trust me, don't you?"
"Yes, I do, very much so," she replied, her eyes shining.
"And you do want me to put my cock up your cunt, right?"
"Yes, more than anything," she said.
"You want, then, a real fuck-the kind that all your girlfriends dream about, right?"
"Oh golly, y-yes," she said. "I'd like the best fuck I can possibly get."
"Good," he replied. "I'm going to give you a fuck you won't ever forget. There's only one thing you have to promise me?"
"What's that?" she asked.
"You have to promise never to tell anyone who I am -especially your mother and father. You know how parents are-they never want you to have any fun."
Eloise giggled merrily. "I won't tell anyone-I promise."
"Good girl," he replied. "I tell you what. If you keep things cool, I'll come visit you later on as well. Ok?"
"Sounds super," she said, and rubbed his cock up and down.
The man was now regaining his want to fuck. His shaft was getting nice and stiff, and he knew that soon he would mount the girl and stick her. When his erection had reached maximum size, he turned Eloise on to her back and opened her legs. "Ready, honey?"
"God, yes," she answered, and moved her rump about.
The man mounted himself atop the girl. "Just relax," he said. "This will only hurt for a moment."
"I can take it," said the excited girl.
Eloise was panting very hard as she felt the man work his giant head of his cock between her cunt lips. Already her cunt was stretching to accommodate the huge prick. The man worked two inches of it into her, then felt the insurance - resistance of the darling girl's tight neat hymen.
"I'm going to push my cock way up into you now," he said. "You'll feel your cherry give way, and then it'll all be over."
"My cherry?" she asked. She wasn't familiar with the word.
"Never mind," said the excited man. "You'll understand soon enough.
With gentle strength, he pushed at Eloise's heavenly guard. Then, after withdrawing his tool back to her cunt lips, he prepared himself to drive the gigantic member up deeply into her. Eloise held her breath. She saw the man's hips swing down in one fierce, fast motion, and she felt his great prick rip through her maidenhead and slam up against her womb.
"Ow.....Ow....Ow....Oh...Oh....God....Uuh....uuuuhh...oooooohhhhh....oh.....ooooooo....." Eloise had tears in her eyes, and she could not help but cry from the tremendous pain which she felt in her pussy. The huge cock had stretched the walls of her pussy something awful, and blood was running out of her slit and onto the man's body.
"Relax...relax...." he said. "The pain is over. I'll wait for you to get over the shock before really fucking you."
"Oh....Oh....." cried Eloise. "Take it out of me....it feels terrible.....I can't take it...you've torn me all up....."
"Take it easy," he said, as soothing as was possible in his present state of excitement. "Believe me, the pain will disappear in just a few more moments. You'll see that it feels good to fuck-better than anything you've ever felt before."
"I don't know.....I don't....think...so....your cock is too big for me....it's just too big...."
"That's what makes it so good," he said. He leaned over her tits and took one of the tender nipples between his teeth. "Relax, honey," he reiterated. "You'll see how good it all is."
Eloise was slowly overcoming the pain of his great thrust into her pussy. She felt her cunt becoming accustomed to the intruder within it, and the pain beginning to subside. The bleeding had stopped too, and now, for the first time, her female oil began to dew within her slit, coating the man's cock with its soothing essence.
"I think I'm going to be all-right," she said. "Of course you're going to be all-right," he replied. "That's what I've been telling you. Now I'm just going to pull my prick out of you a little...."
"Oh....oh...." moaned Eloise.
"Did that hurt?" asked the man.
"No....it felt good," she sighed. "Do it again."
"I intend to," he answered, and slid his tool back up her tight wet slit.
"Oh....oh...." repeated Eloise. "God, that really feels good."
"You're damn right," said the excited man. "I'll just move my cock around inside your cunt.......let me know how it feels."
He began making circular movements with his tool, rimming out the walls of the sweet child's pussy. He was causing the walls of her cunt to stretch more now, but there didn't seem to be any pain involved in this act-at least Eloise gave no indication that there was any feeling less than blissful in this new accent on screwing.
"That's w-o-n-d-e-r-f-u-l," she moaned in her happiness. "Ooooh my......ooooo....it's so good......"
"I'm going to move my prick in and out of your cunt a little faster now," he exclaimed.
"Yes....please do," she replied.
The man began pumping Eloise in a smooth rhythm of fuck. The sweet girl luxuriated in the thrill of the giant cock going in and out, of her tender wet cunt lips opening and closing over the head of the tool as it went about its business. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that fucking could be so good. It felt so good having the cock cruise up the moist channel of her pussy, and knock at the wall of her precious womb. Ah, the joy was just lovely!
"Do it to me faster," said Eloise. "I really like it now."
''You're a sweetheart," said the man, and he began to ram her faster and faster.
"Yes, yes, yes..." gasped the girl. "Oh, It's better than I thought it would be.....oh Cod.....I'm so glad you have such a good cock.....oh.....oh....push it in hard....."
"You're going to make a lot of guys happy in your life," he said, "because you have a natural talent for screwing." He slammed his prick into her again-hard this time-causing Eloise to clench her teeth together from the pressure.
"Do it faster...faster..." she moaned in her ecstasy. The glorious churning warmth of a youthful orgasm was building up within her. True, she was causing the orgasm to come a little prematurely in her life, but there was no harm in that. Instead, the marvelous newness of her body, mind, and emotions were blending together into an exquisite expression of joy. Her whole being was lighting up like an electrical fixture, and she felt a divine rushing sensation in her pussy.
"Oooooohhhhh....aaaaaaahhhhhh...." she moaned.
The man knew that Eloise was on the verge of coming. Speeding up his movements, he drove his sword in and out with greater and greater velocity. The girl was beside herself. She put her hands to her temples and shut her eyes. Her hips met the charge of her cunt's intruder, hastening the exploding forth of the man's semen. In and out went the wonderful cock. Faster and faster, harder and harder the pair worked at their happiness. The man was now near to spending, and he slammed his pud into her with all his might. The girl took it all with relish, devouring his cock in her newly-opened pussy.
"God....God...God..." screamed Eloise. "Take it now," gasped the man. "Take my spunk." He drove his cock home once more, and as the tip of his monster banged up against Eloise's womb, he ejaculated his pent up love juice into the juicy warm innermost reaches of the youngster's love-cave. Charge upon charge of semen shot into her gooey sex-nest.
"YES, YES, YES," cried Eloise as she experienced her orgasm. She half-thought she was going to die with the pleasure of it all, and she didn't care. Her pussy sucked up the man's spunk hungrily, and the man could feel her cunt muscles holding onto his member.
It was one of the best fucks the man could ever remember having. The girl, he thought, was simply born to love and to fuck.
As they both panted after the great bout, the man pulled his spent organ out of Eloise. "Remember," he said, "that you've got a whole life of fucking ahead of you."
To Eloise, it was as if he had told her that she had a life as queen ahead of her-or something even better. The future looked wonderfully rosy.
This, then was Eloise's initiation into the joys of fucking. She had had numerous sex experiences since, including screws by negroes, Japanese, and even a sixty-eight year old Scots man. But she had not had a screw for months now, and she was dying for the relieve which one can get only with sex. Subconsciously, she felt much like she did when she had her first fuck-expectant and anxious. This was the hidden reason she had chosen the child-like dress she was wearing. She was determined to relive the joy of her first fuck, and by coming to the party in her little-girl outfit, she seemed to insure the reality of such a thing happening.
Joan kicked off her shoes and went over to Carl. He took her in his arms, and they began kissing hotly. Eloise ran her hand down the front of her dress and over her love triangle. She was getting quite worked up from seeing Charlie and Liz in their sweet fuck-togetherness, as well as from seeing Kathy and Claire doing their mutual thing.
"Someone help me out of my dress," said Eloise. She was hoping that Scotty would be the one, and was elated to see him get up in answer to her request.
"At your service," said Scotty. He moved in back of her, undid the clasp at the top of her dress, pulled the zipper all the way down, and helped Eloise step out of the pretty garment. Still in back of her, Scotty cupped his hands over her full, firm breasts. Eloise put her hands over his, encouraging him. She turned her face to his, and their mouths joined in a long kiss. Eloise began to grind her legs together. Her hungry twat just wouldn't leave her alone.
"Let's get you out of your other things," said Scotty. Together they managed to get her undressed in no time at all.
Eloise looked beautiful. She was all of five-foot-two, with thirty seven inch tits, twenty-two inch waist, thirty five inch hips. Her skin was very white, and her dark brown eyes shined like two dark pools against the sheer creaminess of her flawless complexion. She had accented her eyes with green eye-shadow, in the style of Egyptian goddesses. Her lips were adorned with light-lavender lipstick, enhancing her face with the delicate addition of color. In her hair was a blue ribbon, setting off the dark natural color of her long tresses. She was a joy to behold.
The curves of her body exuded sexiness, and Scotty got a wonderful erection gazing upon her natural wonders. Her smooth milky thighs joined together so marvelously, and then there was the crop of black pubic hair which protected her sweet valley so well. The line of her slit traveled well up into her 'V of victory', only partially being concealed by the dark curls of hair.
Scotty drew her to him, his hand reaching down across her belly and coming to rest in the lush fields of gorgeous hair. He pressed his hand lovingly on her mound-of-Venus, causing exciting thrills for both himself and Eloise. His cock was becoming more Insistent by the moment, and Eloise, hot to touch it, soon grabbed it with her right hand.
"Don't squeeze it too much," said Scotty, "or you might set me off. You wouldn't want to do that, would you?"
"Not until you had it inside my cunt and had fucked me for a few hours," she replied.
"Let me look at your pussy," suggested Scotty. "Just spread your legs, standing up like you are, and I'll lay down on the floor and look up between your thighs."
"Oh, what a naughty boy you are," chided Eloise. The idea-wanting to look into my privates. What a good idea." She spread her legs far apart, and Scotty laid down with his face directly in line with her honey dip.
"My, my," said Scotty. "The little mouth between your legs seems to be telling me something."
"What is it saying?" laughed Eloise.
"It's saying that it's hungry for cock, that's what," said Scotty. "It says that it wishes you'd swing your body down and allow my prick to fill up your love cavity. I think you should do as your love-nest wants you to-don't you?"
"By all means," agreed Eloise. She moved herself around so that she was facing Scotty, and lowered her hips down over his pud. Scotty held his tool in his hand, and guided it into Eloise's pussy. As it slipped in, it met some very stimulating resistance. She had not had a staff in her box for quite a long time, and Scotty's cock had to open her cavity much like men making a path through a Jungle. As his prick worked diligently at opening up Eloise's love-frontier, Scotty took one of her generous tits into his mouth and began to chew on the nipple. Eloise loved it and motioned for Scotty to massage her other tit with his other hand. As he did so, his cock cruised all the way into her slit, and his balls came to rest in her marvelous hair-cushion.
"It feels so good to have you inside me," said Eloise. "Kiss me now."
They joined mouths and began Frenching. Eloise moved her pussy up and down his stiff rod, making it all the more rigid.
"Speed," said Scotty, "Would you like to join us? I'm sure Eloise would just love to have your cock in her ass while mine is in her cunt. Am I right, honey?"
"I'm all for it," she replied. "C'mon Speed, don't be bashful."
"Be right there," said Speed. "I'll just put some of that nice cold cream on my prick so that it'll slip into you nice and easy."
"Splendid idea," answered Eloise. "Let me suck you a bit first. That'll get you nice and hard in no time."
Speed joined the fucking couple immediately. He stood just behind Scotty's head, and within Eloise's easy reach. She took his semi-hard staff into her mouth and sucked on it with great deliberation. The cock grew in size swiftly, and soon her mouth was full of his nice hard organ.
"Ok, love," said Eloise. "I think you're ready to shove it into my ass."
"Yes indeed," said Speed. He smeared cold cream over his member, then took his position behind Eloise. Scotty opened his legs so that Speed could squat down on his knees, which he did. Holding Eloise by her waist, Speed worked the head of his tool into her meat asshole.
"Oh, this is really becoming a party," laughed Eloise.
Speed shoved another inch of his cock into anal cavity. There was very little pain in this for Eloise-the cold cream made the going extremely smooth.
Eloise was unusually randy. She wanted the boys to fuck her especially hard-she wanted to be hurt the way the telephone repairman had hurt her when she was eleven years old.
"Try and shove your whole prick into me with one thrust, Speed. I'd like that very much." She waited for him to get set, then closed her eyes and waited for the force of his assault.
Speed pulled his cock out a little, then drove it home with all the force possible. It slammed deep into Eloise's anal cavity, forcing the tender tissue of her rectum to smart terribly. Eloise loved it! She clenched her teeth and wiggled her ass. She crammed her cunt down on Scotty's tool with new and greater earnestness. How she lusted for fuck! How her body and soul craved satisfaction!
The room was beginning to resemble the proverbial Roman Orgy more and more. Liz and Charlie were still fucking on the couch, Kathy and Claire were going at it like two sex champions, and Carl and Joan were just starting to get their thing going. The whole scene was just marvelous. How wonderful it was to have these fine young boys and girls together fucking and sucking one another. The whole scene was definitely inspiring.
Claire and Kathy were reaching the height of their passion. Each girl had the other's clitoris between her teeth, and they were closing in on the moment of orgasm. Kathy looked up to see what was going on with Eloise and her fuck partners. She saw the girl enraptured by sexual bliss. Her head was thrown back, and she was moaning "uh.....uh...." It was obvious to Kathy that Eloise was having an orgasm. Then she saw Scotty's hot love juice trickling out of the girl's love-nest, and the vision, aided greatly by the fact that Claire was chewing on her hard little clitty, set Kathy off.
"Oh.....oh....." cried Kathy as her body trembled with ecstasy and her pussy wet Claire's face with her fine female dew. Then, realizing that Claire had not had an orgasm, Kathy, like a true friend, shoved all four fingers into Claire's eager slit, and began moving her hand in and out faster and faster. As Claire's breathing got harder and harder, and it was clear to Kathy that she was reaching an orgasm, the latter removed her hand from the quickly wetting cunt, and replaced it with her mouth. Opening her mouth wide, Kathy took nearly all of Claire's cunt into her mouth and bit down. It was an exquisite move!!!! Claire responded to the unexpected pain of Kathy's bite by throbbing away in blissful orgasm.
"Ow....aaaa....." screamed Claire as the stars and heavenly lights went off in her head. Kathy relaxed her hold on Claire's tender stop, and began to massage the cunt area where she had left teeth marks. She knew what a thrill it was to be bitten at the moment of orgasm-it had been done to her a number of times, and it always worked. Kathy thought it was especially nice to have someone bite her clitoris just as she was coming, but she didn't want to try that on Claire yet.
It should be stated that Kathy was expert in both male-female and female-female intimacies. She had once acquired a girl lover who taught her all the daring and fascinating aspects of the mysterious girl to girl relationship.
She had learned how it was possible for one girl to work her clitoris into the ass-hole of another girl, thereby producing one of the most incredibly erotic screwing scenes imaginable. She had learned the skillful use of instruments-vibrators which could be inserted into cunt or rectum with the most marvelous results. Kathy knew how to use these instruments in girl to girl intimacies in such a way that the girl she might be with would very well feel she was being fucked by a man-woman. Nothing was surprising to Kathy anymore, or, rather, nothing evoked fear in her. She was aware of most every angle of sex-play ever conceived, and she enjoyed it all to the fullest.
Everything dealing with sex interested Kathy. So it was that she watched with fascination the happenings going on around here. This might not seem very unusual to the reader, unless one considers the fact that Kathy had just finished having her second orgasm in a very short period of time. Now, the point is, that most anyone who had just had the sex-satisfaction that Kathy had had, would be more than content to just plain relax -or un-lax as the case might be. But not Kathy! She watched the other kids going at each other with rapt attention-not idle consideration.
Such being the state of Kathy's mind, the reader can visualize Kathy's reaction to the other couples copulation. She luxuriated in it! She loved to see Speed's cock drive in and out of Eloise's ass. She loved to see Carl arched over Joan with his prick in her yearning mouth. Her satisfaction was overwhelming as she watched Charlie come into beautiful Liz's just-initiated pussy. "Ah," she thought, "Liz has really come to life tonight."
This was very true. Liz had really joined the new love generation. She had been fucking with Charlie for a good half hour before they both came. It was a very fulfilling orgasm for both of them, and they kissed like two people completely in love. Liz relaxed in Charlie's arms, warm in the knowledge that all was right, as far as she and her merry friends were concerned. She felt like going outside again, and Charlie thought it was a good idea too. Together, and holding hands, they went into the back yard.
It was the quietest time of the night. There was no sound except for a very occasional passing car. Liz felt that if she didn't move, something extra wonderful would happen. With Charlie to nestle up to, she made herself comfortable in the lounge-swing, and closed her eyes. Peace descended unto her. She felt all the graceful tranquility of a mind at ease. She let her thoughts wander, and they embraced all manner of idea and events. She considered the general plight of man, the desperation of hungry children, the sorrow of men and women who had had their spirit driven out of them, beaten out of them, or starved out of them. She dwelled on the incredible injustices wrought upon man by his fellow man-the sickness which was greed, the horror which was non-involvement.
She tried to fathom how it was possible for God to allow such terrible things to afflict man, and then she wondered about the reality of God altogether. Yet, in all her thoughts, harsh as they were, there remained the precious and cherishable reality of a mysterious and watchful guiding light. She could not put her finger on it, but she sensed that there was a something in her mind which had light as its form, and it was always with her, and it had goodness as its essence. Because of this, she could not believe for more than just a fleeting moment that there was no Almighty. She knew that there was. The esoteric light in her mind told her that there was. And, as she steadied her gaze upon the point of light, the realization dawned upon her that all of earth was covered with a kind of psychic fog, and that this fog was polluting men's minds and rendering weak his cognition of the wonderful and loving powers of the universe.
Man, she visioned, had gotten himself trapped in a mist of unknowing. His vision, both inner and outer, was impaired terribly-man truly now groped in darkness. And then, Liz got a new perspective on sex. She saw that man, whether he knew it or not, was using sex as a means of breaking out of the fog he was in. The idea was fine, except it did not always work. Like anything of real promise, sex had qualities which could either be utilized for true gain, or it could be misused and cause a loss.
The element which decided which of the two ways sex would lead, was the element she had seen in the star-of-light earlier that evening: Love. Liz saw the marvelous pattern of which sex was but a component. The pattern contained all the wonders and good things in life. Sex fitted in so well; it was an act of love, and act of joy, an act of satisfaction, and act of release, an act of fulfillment (from a wise-crack but humorous point of view, it was also more fun than anything else), Sex, depending on how it was used, assume either roles of admiration or condemnation. How mysterious and ironic it was that the two extremes as far as a life being groovy or being terrible was concerned-could be symbolized with sex. At one extreme, you would have the woman who was forced to be a prostitute, or who had wasted or misused her sex, until she caused sex to have no meaning or joy to her. On the other hand, and at the other extreme, you would have the woman who lived in the blissful world of those who have found someone or some-ones they totally enjoy fucking with, and who forever fuck with love.
The reader should now understand with a higher degree of clarity, the reason Liz felt so extra wonderful at this time. It was simply cause he realized that she could -and she did-fuck with love. Thus she had acquired the freedom to be-at least to an extent which just some short hours ago she had thought impossible.
Turning to Charlie, she kissed him and held him to her. "I feel so great, Charlie," she beamed, "you just wouldn't believe."
Charlie, who truly was nobody's fool, did believe- and did have some reality-on Liz's state of mind. He had noticed a change in her earlier, as had been reported, and he knew the meaning of the change in even greater depth now. The other kids had found Liz radiant, beautiful, charming, and extremely sexy. Brad, above all, was most captivated with these qualities. But Charlie, especially now, sensed the other-worldliness of Liz, and the intimate connection between that mysterious, hidden part of her with the intimate little honey cloister between her legs. It was only logical and fitting that Liz should have acquired the mystical attributes she now possessed through the act of screwing-or, at the very minimum, that she had used sex as an integral part to her awakening.
Charlie was considering in particular the most recent experience he and Liz had shared together. She had sat on his lap with his prick in her pussy for half an hour, and during that time there had been the most phenomenal eye-contact and spiritual closeness between them. The eyes, which Charlie definitely took to be the windows to the soul, could not lie to someone who was gazing deeply into them. So, as Charlie and Liz linked their eyes together, Charlie felt and knew that he was tuning into Liz in a most select and precious manner. It was as if he was absolutely getting on her wave-length, and together they were reaching each other as if their bodies were not there and their minds were one.
When Charlie would move his cock in and out of her cunt-just a bit, mind you-Liz's eyes would get larger and larger, and they seemed to very definitely be conveying a positive message. The message was one of acknowledgement and love, as well as a statement that all was well and fine with the way he was fucking her, and that he should continue much in the same manner as he was going. He had responded to this declaration from Liz by moving his tool in and out at a regular pace-a rhythm of long pauses and short movements. Liz's eyes grew in beauty, wonder, and size each time his sword moved inside her warm cunt, and Charlie, much to his wonderful amazement, felt that he was turning on Liz's mind, as well as her body, with each thrust of his organ into her love-cave. It was at this point that Charlie experienced the fantastic joy of a mystical fuck.
Everything in his field of vision began to change before his very eyes. For some moments he saw only a blur, and then the blur changed into a rippling and glowing scene-as if there were lights shining behind a wall of crystal clear water. The rippling quality soon receded, and Charlie saw what can only be called a transfigured world. It was beautiful, euphoric, and charged full of significance-the whole scene. Charlie had the very strong conviction that somehow, thanks to Liz, slipped into a state of consciousness which men dream about all their lives. He was consciously living, now, In what could be thought of as heaven-no less. He was astonished by the shift in perception for some few moments, but this alien feeling soon gave way to one of complete happiness. What was happening to him and through him, was an upsurgence of psychic energy which enveloped his mind with peace and reassurance. He was home! and then, for what seemed like the first time in ages, he noticed Elizabeth.
She was surrounded by a twinkling, vibrating, golden hued aureole which contained within it a number of distinct halos. The halos revolved around her slowly, as if in a kind of magic dance. The glory of it all!!! And her face, the exquisite, spiritual beauty of her graceful face. The shimmering loveliness of her auburn hair. The absolute perfection of her creamy skin. Elizabeth had been transformed into an angel-nothing less. And to think, as Charlie had done when his senses returned to him a bit-to think that Charlie had his prick up the pussy of this, the most beautiful girl in the history of creation. It was almost too much to bear and believe, but Charlie managed to do both.
He held the etheric female close to him, and pumped his cock in and out of her. There was no pausing now-there was no time but that very moment. Liz wrapped her arms around his neck, and buried her miraculously gorgeous face in the warmth of Charlie's chest. She raised her hips up and down on his prick, causing the hard tool to receive twice the luscious, smooth, wet friction that it had been receiving. Neither of them said a word, and they were riding now toward orgasm.
Charlie felt his semen beginning to surge within him. He drove his prick three more times, then took Liz's hips in his hands. Raising the angelic girl up till only the very tip of his cock was within her cunt-lips, Charlie, with great force, clammed her down onto his lance-of-love, and shot off into her juicy warm pussy his soothing pulpy fluid. Liz moaned "Oooooo..." and lifted her head. Her body went off while Charlie's cock was still pouring forth his love-froth. It was heavenly for them-purely heavenly.
The scene had blown Kathy's mind almost completely -and for that to happen to Kathy, the scene needed to be excelsior. It was. It was the most lifting act of love one could hope to see, and such being the case, it had completely turned-around even the knowledgeable Kathy.
The lovers had relaxed for a few minutes after their beautiful orgasm. It was after this relaxation, of course, that they had gone outside-where both Liz and Charlie had delved deep within themselves.
Charlie looked at the angel next to him. "Shall we go in and join the others?" he asked. "Might be fun," she replied. Together, they walked back into the house.
CHAPTER NINE
Inside the house, not a creature was stirring. Joan was laying on the floor with Carl, Claire had cuddled up with Scotty in a big easy-chair, Kathy was on the sofa with John and Bill. Speed-and this made his name rather ironic-had fallen asleep leaning against the stereo set. Brad sat with his back to Kathy, his legs extended on the carpet.
When Liz and Charlie walked into the living room, all was quiet. Joan was the first to move. She waved an arm at the couple, and said "Hi, kids."
"Hi you," rejoiced Liz. "Watch yourself between your legs-you're losing something."
Joan opened her legs wide and looked down into her muff. Carl's semen was trickling out of her gooey slit, and running down to her ass-hole.
"My my," she said. "Can't let all that nice semen go to waste."
Kathy, her eagle ears still as acute as ever, picked up what Joan said. As the reader knows, Kathy was not one to let good semen go to waste if she had anything to say about it.
"Just hold on for a moment," Kathy said to Joan. "I'll see to it that that nice fluid in your pussy does someone a lot of good-namely me."
She got up and walked over to Joan. Getting down on her knees, she took Joan's legs in her hands, and opened them wide. Then she laid down between them and drew herself up to Joan's sweet twat until her nose was just outside of the girl's cunt Bps. Without further ado, she parted the Bps and stuck her nose inside. Some of Carl's spunk ran into her nostrils, and Kathy sniffed it all in. This was just another of the many special little sex things that Kathy liked to do. It gave her a weird thrill to feel the thick come getting in her nostrils, and then to feel the fluid being sucked down into her throat with a drawing in of her breath.
"Thank you, Kathy," said Joan. "I'm glad you're here-very glad. You may have all the spunk in my pussy if you like-just get it out."
"You're a doll," replied Kathy, "but in all fairness, I think I should ask Liz if she'd like some of Carl's spunk."
"I appreciate the offer," chimed Liz. "You go head, though. I'll just watch."
Joan laughed uncontrollably. "Kathy, you're strictly insane-do you know that?"
"I'm not insane," answered Kathy. "It's just that I have a ravenous appetite for sperm. Can anyone blame me?"
"I can't," said Liz.
"Nor can I," added Eloise.
"Make that three," offered Claire.
"Then you'll all excuse me," said Kathy, and she returned her attention to Joan's muff. "Arch up your hips, Joan, so I can get my mouth onto your slit better."
"Certainly," replied the obliging girl. She bridged herself with her arms and legs, keeping her legs parted invitingly. Kathy crept up between the nicely parted thighs and spread open Joan's sweet sex-mouth. Carl's love-goo began dripping out of Joan's slit into Kathy's open and eager mouth. She let the drops land on her tongue, then drew her tongue in and spread the come around her mouth. With some of the nice white fluid on the tip of her tongue, she forced the love-drops between her teeth, then lapped it all up with her tongue again. Getting more and more engrossed as she went along, Kathy spread Joan's cunt-lips as wide open as they would go, and crammed her face up into the inviting snatch. Joan began to turn on. Kathy removed her face and stuck the top of her head into the girl's pussy. Joan's body coiled with pleasure. The touch of Kathy's hair against the tender and sensitive walls of her cunt-lips was simply marvelous.
Kathy knew just what to do to really get Joan going. She grouped her hair together into one large braid, removing herself from Joan's goody to do so. She pleated the braid, and then began to insert the tip of it into Joan's sweet love-cavity.
"I never even thought of anything like this, Kathy," Joan said. "It's wonderful."
'T only want you to enjoy It, love," replied Kathy. She shoved the tip of the braid up Joan's cunt, then worked in more and more of her sleek hair. Her head was bent down out of necessity, and Kathy capitalized on this position by licking Joan's creamy white thighs.
Joan was giggling. It was quite evident that Kathy's hair was tickling her in a most delightful manner. Her hips twitched with ticklish pleasure.
"Oh, Kathy, this is simply terrific....." and Joan lost herself in joyous laughter. Kathy had gotten the entire length of the braid into Joan's slit, and it was giving the girl an endless series of thrills.
"Oh....aaaaahhh...Kathy, it's so wonderful...heh...heh .....golly....oh, my cunt is tingling all over...."
This went on for several minutes. The other kids had a rollicking good time seeing Joan's turned on laughter and general good cheer.
Kathy finally removed her hair. Joan sighed "Aaaa- hhhhhh......" and her cunt muscles twanged with want for more action.
"Bill," said Kathy, "can you do something for Joan? She needs something up her cunt that I can't give her. Come over here and I'll get your cock nice and hard."
Bill was at Kathy's side in a flash. She took his balls In her hands and fondled them gently. Then she took them Into her mouth. This turned her on something wild. She sucked on his testicles with loving attention, lifting and moving the contents of the sensitive sack with her tongue. Bill's cock was rapidly getting stiff.
"Take my prick into your mouth now," he said. "Yes darling," Kathy replied with somewhat slurred speech. She opened her mouth and took the tip of his organ between her lips. Then she ran her Bps down the side of his shaft, the tip of her tongue cruising along leaving the loving wetness from her mouth on him in a sweet little trail. Up the other side of his horn went her lips. She stopped midway up his cock and put her teeth onto the member cross wise, then bit down gently. "Go easy there," cautioned Bill.
"I will let no harm come your way, love," sighed Kathy. "I only want to leave a faint impression of my teeth on your staff." She commenced traveling up his sword with her lips and tongue until she was back to the tip. Taking the head with her hand, she held it so that the little hole on the tip was open. With this accomplished, she let a drop of saliva fall off her tongue into the little hole. This too was one of the special little things she loved to do. They all added-as Bill would readily agree to-absolutely.
His prick was good and hard now, and Kathy asked Bill and Joan if it would be all right with them if she sort of supervised the joining of his dick with her hungry slit. "I think that would be great," said Joan. "What about it Bill? Ok?"
"Definitely," he replied.
"Joan," said Kathy. "Get on your hands and knees. I think we should get you fucked dog-fashion. Do you agree?"
"I'd like that," answered Joan, and she assumed the position.
Bill approached Joan from the rear, and let Kathy take his prick In her hand. Laying on her back, Kathy placed the tip of his tool into the open lips of Joan's juicy treasure. Kathy pushed Joan's thighs further apart, then moved Bill's spear up and down the full length of Joan's cunny. She felt the head of his member run into Joan's clit, and she worked the head onto the sensitive tissue for a few supercharged moments.
"That's so nice," gasped Joan.
"I know," answered Kathy. "And what's going to happen next is even better." She placed the tip of Bill's organ directly into Joan's vagina.
"Shove it in now, Bill," moaned Joan.
Bill sent his prick crashing up Joan's slit.
"Marvelous, lovely," exclaimed Kathy.
"Holy fuck," said Joan. "God damn."
Bill worked his cock In and out in a smooth, natural rhythm. He had cupped his hands over Joan's tits, and was now squeezing them quite hard. He took the nipples between his thumb and index finger and pinched them.
"Oh, that hurts, Bill," cried Joan.
"But you liked it, didn't you?" he asked.
"Y-yes......I did enjoy it.....oh....your prick feels so good...."
Bill pinched her nipples again, causing her to scream. Kathy winked at Bill, then at Joan. "Take it as it comes," she said to the girl. "It's all part of the game."
"Fuck...fuck....fuck me, Bill. Drive it into me, darling ......ah.....it's so good." She wiggled her hips to increase the sensation of his fucking motions.
Kathy had another plan in her mind. Lifting Joan's left arm, she slid underneath the girl, her head resting directly beneath Bill's balls. She opened her legs for Joan to avail herself of the juicy treasures, and Joan quickly dipped her face into the inviting grove.
"Eat me, eat me...." moaned Kathy. As Joan pushed her tongue between the cunt lips of the sexy girl, Kathy took Bill's balls in her right hand and began fondling them again. Bill felt fabulous. Here he was pumping Joan and Kathy was caressing his balls at the same time. What more could any guy want?
Kathy decided to lick Bill's cock when he drew it out of Joan. She held him back with her hand as he started to thrust forward again, and put her mouth to the hard member.
"Thank you, Kathy," he said. "I like that very much."
"So do I," she said.
The other kids were beginning to get very stimulated from watching the three members of this latest love triangle. Liz in particular was getting turned on, and she took Charlie's cock in one of her hands and squeezed it lovingly. She wanted Brad to come over so she could take his prick in her other hand and squeeze it too.
"Brad," she called, "will you please come over and let me hold you like I'm holding Charlie?"
Smiling broadly, Brad joined the lovely girl. As things now stood, Charlie was to the left of Liz, and Brad was on her right, and she was holding both of their cocks with her hands.
Picking up the spirit of all this, Eloise went over to Speed, and without bothering to waken him she began fondling his tool. It wasn't long before Speed opened his eyes and realized what was happening. Imagine his most-pleasant surprise!
Claire had grabbed hold of Scotty's cock, so all the girls were now involved in one way or another with the fellas' pricks. The latest phase of sex play was getting into high-gear.
Liz had gotten down on her knees, and was holding Brad and Charles' cocks together. She gazed at them lovingly, then kissed the head of each. "Your bodies are beautiful,'' she said. "You should be proud and happy that you have such fine bodies and such handsome pricks," she kissed the two organs once again. "We're so lucky," she continued, "to be together like this....loving one another....sucking one another....." She took Brad's dick between her Bps and sucked it for a few moments. Then, like a skillful surgeon, she removed Brad's organ from her mouth and took in the head of Charlie's member.
Charlie ran his hands through her hair like he loved to do. He encouraged her to take more of his staff into her mouth, and she did. Down into her throat plunged his hot cock. Liz smothered the organ with her mouth-love. She held her teeth on it and moved her head back and forth. It was marvelous.
Removing Charlie's cock from her mouth, Liz rubbed the organs of the two boys together. This was new thrill for all concerned-especially when Liz brought the tips of the two dicks together and pressed the hole of each against that of the other.
"Let's get down on the floor," said Brad, "I can hardly hold myself back even now."
The three of them got down on die floor. Liz laid on her back with her legs drawn up and spread wide. Charlie was on his hands and knees with his prick dangling above Liz's mouth. Brad mounted Liz, and worked the tip of his cock into Liz's pussy.
"This is like old-home week, eh?" Brad said to Liz.
"Home was never quite like this," answered Liz, humping her cunny up and down over his staff, causing it to move up and down the full length of her luscious cunt lips.
Liz took Charlie's cock in her hand once more and held it to her lips to kiss. Just as she did so, Brad shoved his prick up her cunt all the way.
"Oh," cried Liz. She hadn't expected Brad to pierce her quite so soon, and in her surprise there was a double measure of enjoyment.
Still holding onto Charlie's member, Liz rubbed the head across her face, then stuck it in her ears as best she could. Getting a new idea, she ran the hard organ through her hair-even going so far as to tie a knot on the staff with her long and beautiful tresses. Continuing, she brought the organ down across her face once more, under her chin, and further down till the head rested between her charming tits. Charlie stretched himself out a little more, and in so doing caused his prick to lower itself onto Liz, giving her more of the erect genital for her to play with.
Liz steadied the cock between her tits. This was not as easy as it might seem, for Brad was fucking her with a full head of steam as all this was taking place. She did, however, manage to hold the prize of Charlie on her chest until she squeezed her tits together, making them into a simulated cunt.
Charlie pulled hs dick back a bit, then sent it down between the gorgeous haven of Liz's boobs. The darling angel of a girl held her tits tight together for him, but only so tight that he could work his cock in between them without too much resistance - but with enough pressure to make the whole act extremely erotic and satisfying.
"I think it would be a good idea if I sat on you with my dick between your tits and resting on your chest length-wise," said Charlie. "How about it?"
Liz could not answer him at that very moment. Brad was screwing her quite hard, and she could not help but react passionately to it. She was heaving her hips up to meet each thrust into her cunt, and in the motion went all of her feeling and desire and reality. She did not really hear what Charlie had said, though in her mind she mulled over the words he had spoken. It was what seemed to be a long and arduous process-deciphering the meaning of Charlie's words while Brad screwed her. She thought about the implications of "I think it would be a good idea if I sat on you with my dick between your tits," and several times she ran over this same sentence without comprehending it.
Could anyone blame her? Very unlikely. Brad was slamming his horn into her with such force that a stone couldn't but react to his thrusts. Yet, in her delicate and beautiful mind, Liz would not let Charlie's words escape her attention. She kept them in focus until she realized what he had meant. It was not all that long a time that it took her to reach this state of clarity, but it did seem like near to forever as far as Charlie was concerned. It was sweet for him to hear Liz finally speak.
"Golly, yes, Charlie," she said, elatedly. "It will be heavenly to have you sit on me with your cock pointed at my head."
"Yea, success, contact," said Charlie. He made an easy and swift move and found himself in the desired situation he had been after. Still, he did restrain himself just a bit, for he felt that if he were to put his full weight on Elizabeth, it would be a hardship to her. Liz was such a fragile girl.........
Charlie's cock was pointing toward Liz's chin. He edged up a little so that the tip was resting against her neck. Liz brought her head down, locking Charlie's organ between her chin and neck.
"Good?" she asked.
"Yes, love, it's delightful," he replied. "Let's just move my prick around a little."
He hunched himself up with his arms, and began to swing his body around. His cock moved in and out of its newest home most delightfully. Liz realized, as never before, just how sensitive her neck was. Why, she could feel his prick so very well-every little vein, every bit of texture. She could sense and feel the little hole on the tip opening and closing as Charlie shifted his weight around. She held on to the sensitive member with her chin as if she expected to take it into her throat directly through her skin.
All the while, Brad was pursuing his line of activity with great vim and vigor. One would not have thought that he had had a number of orgasms already that evening, for he was fucking like a kid who had just got his hands on his first piece, and was screwing the object of his desire for all she was worth. Yes, that was just how he was screwing Liz. She represented to him all he wanted in a fuck-partner, and therefore was the living incarnation of all his wet dreams, and jerk-off images. Liz had grown in stature for him during the evening-not the opposite at all. The episode in the car, when Liz had sat on his cock for a long time and they had loved each other so intensely-that had set his mind to the realization that Liz was far and above any girl he had ever seen or heard of. And here he was, now, with his prick buried deep within her pussy. How grand this all was. He was doubly happy that he had had so many orgasms earlier-it meant that he could fuck Elizabeth hard and long this time before coming. This was both to his advantage and Liz's he realized, and he was especially glad that he could pump her long enough to really set her off. He wanted to see her totally beside herself with the pleasure of fuck-to see her moaning and groaning and pleading for him to slam his cock into her again and again. He wanted to see her move into that state of being where all of the universe was absorbed in the glory of fucking, and Liz could fully feel herself as the center of all that.
What Brad had wanted for Liz was rapidly coming true. She was feeling the surge of sex power more and more, and her body began to transcend itself into a temple of passion. She could conceive of his cock as a lighting bolt of love sending delightful and fulfilling shocks of love throughout her being. Whenever his prick touched against her womb, it was as if a thousand sparks went off inside of her, and the sparks rose up from her cunt, traveled up her spine, and set off a charge of light in her head. Liz felt herself reaching out and becoming much more than just a singular body. She was growing larger and larger in the light of sensation which coursed so powerfully through her. The thrusts into her cunny were comparable to a thousand roller coaster rides simultaneously declaring the joy of life.
Regaining her human sense for a twinkling of an eye, Liz focused on the cock beneath her chin. She thought it splendid that Charlie had placed his pud there, but now, as she reached new heights of passion and desire, she wanted that stick in her mouth. She wanted to feel the completeness which was only possible from having pricks in her body's two major openings. In her esoteric mind of sex and love and glory, there was true magic in having the mutual penetration of her body. It was very well as if the two cocks could and would be joined by her mind and spirit, thereby uniting her body and making it one in a most marvelous and spiritual sense.
Like a flash, she had Charlie's prick in her mouth. She felt no restraint at all in her handling of his prick, but instead sucked it almost violently.
"Ummm....ummmm......" she moaned, the organ all but blotting out any but the most abstract sound. Liz began to get another and totally new sensation from her sucking. She saw herself as a baby sucking at the breast of her mother, secure and warm inside with the knowledge that her mother wanted and loved her-and wanted and loved her to suck her life-giving tits. Yes, the fact that her mother wanted her to suck her tit was now of great significance to Elizabeth. It tied in so well with the fact that Charlie wanted her to suck his cock-loved her to suck it.
Then, as her mind sent forth another picture, Liz saw her mother sucking her father-saw her father smile broadly as her beautiful mother lowered her mouth over his erect prick, and lovingly take it between her lips. She heard her father tell her mother how much he wanted and loved her to take his cock into her mouth, and how happy he was when he sent his fluid gushing into her for her to gulp down. The connection between her mother's tit, with its life giving milk, and her father's cock, with its milk-like fluid all its own, became of paramount Importance to Liz. It was as if she was on the verge of discovering some select secret about life, and causing a lot of mysterious happenings to dissolve into knowledge.
Brad, meanwhile, was hastening the supercharged activity of all of Liz's faculties with his determined and mighty thrusts up her juicy snatch. He looked down and saw the wonderful dew of Liz's female oil as it glistened amongst her golden pubic hairs. He marveled at the beauty which was her cunt-lips, and how they folded so perfectly around his cock as he moved it in and out. He especially liked to draw his prick all the way out of her, and see the heavenly labia close its smooth wet mouth, and then to see his prick's head part the lips and cause her delicate and sweet hole to open wide in receiving his soldier. How beautiful was her pink goodie, her rosy gooey love chamber. How satisfying it was for him to feel his organ glide smoothly all the way up into her, and for his balls to bang and come to rest between her wide-open thighs. And those thighs-those succulent creamy white thighs, as perfect as if carved by a master-sculptor at his very best. Nearly overcome with passion and joy, he drove his cock home again and again, delighting in the moans which escaped from her cock-filled mouth.
Liz' consciousness was flying with heavenly thought-visions. She again clicked into the concept of freedom, and thought specifically of the freedom which she had wanted as a very young girl, a girl of five or six. She remembered one particular night when she could not sleep, and had gotten up to go into her parents' bedroom. For some reason, she had stopped outside the closed door of her parents room, and had peeked in through the key-hole. It was likely that she, at that age, was already trying to attain a measure of independence and solidarity, and she had some hesitation about showing her parents that she needed them for every little thing-including, at that moment, the comfort she sought from them in her wakefulness. But whatever the reason was, she had decided to look through the keyhole before going inside. She saw her parents laying side by side on the bed, atop the covers. Her mother had one hand around her father's neck, and with the other hand she was holding onto his cock. Liz had never seen a cock before, and she was startled by the huge hard thing which was extended from her father's body.
In her mind, she half-believed that the prick was some kind of plastic tube that for some unknown reason her parents had taken to bed with them. Were they taking toys in bed with them like she did? She didn't at that moment know, but her interest had been aroused a good deal, and she forgot her tiredness and inability to sleep and gazed upon her parents with fascination. Her mother began to move about on the bed, and then Liz saw her turn onto her back and open her thighs. As she watched, her father mounted himself on top of the woman, and inserted the 'tube' into the hole. Liz was frightened for a moment. She thought that her father might be mad at her mother and was going to punish her by putting that big tube up into her. At that moment, she knew for certain that the tube was really her father's dick, only that it had somehow gotten monstrously huge.
She was all but ready to burst into the room and save her mother (or at least try to) when Liz heard her mother say, "Ah, that feels so' good." She knew then that her father was not mad, and that her mother liked what he was doing to her. Liz saw the big cock slide all the way up into her mother, and saw her mother push her hips up to meet the advance of the loving organ. She watched them fuck for the duration of the act, and she nearly gasped out loud when she saw her folks move faster and faster and the cock go into her mother harder and harder. Then she heard both of her parents give out a screaming moan, "Ooooohhhhh......" and saw her father drive himself into her mother one more time.
Her mother's legs hooked around the back of her father, and Liz saw her mother jerk a number of times in what seemed a very happy and weird moment of experience. Her parents then seemed to relax, and her father moved himself off of her mother. His 'tube,' to Liz's amazement, had shrunken down to almost nothing. How strange that seemed. She watched as her mother reached under a pillow and took out a large handkerchief and put it between her legs. She was wiping herself, of all things.
What could she be wiping? And then Liz saw her mother bring the cloth up to her face, and twist it as one might twist a shirt that had been laundered and was full of water. Only there was something else in the handkerchief. There was a thick fluid, almost like glue, and her mother was wringing the fluid out of the cloth and was letting the sticky-stuff drip down into her mouth. How nice that seemed to Liz. It was as if her father had placed something good to eat between her mother's legs, and her mother was now enjoying taking the good stuff into her mouth in much the manner of someone celebrating a toast.
Liz, for reasons all her own-reasons of complete child innocence, wanted to have some of her father's sticky stuff too. She also wanted her father to put his tube up her little hole between her legs, though she realized that in its hard state she could never get it in her. But, in the shriveled state his tube was now in, she could get it in her. How she wanted it then....how she had wanted it ever since then... how happy she was now that she had a full, hard cock in her pussy, and one in her mouth as well.
Liz flipped out of her dream state long enough to look at the two boys who were penetrating her.
"Fuck me....fuck me...." she cried, and back into her dream-mind she drifted.
Brad was reaching near to his climax. Charlie had lifted Liz's head and was cramming his prick far down into her throat. Liz held Charlie's balls in her hand and sucked passionately at the rigid member.
"Oh.....oh....oh...." moaned Charlie, and unable to hold himself back any longer, he discharged his come into Liz's warm, lovely mouth. She sucked it all in, deliriously joyful at the man-spray which she was receiving. She swallowed twice, and all of Charlie's spunk went down her throat.
Brad was sweating and panting. He slammed his cock home with greater and greater force. Charlie moved off of Elizabeth to have a good view of Brad's climax in her. Brad put his arms under Liz's head, and pressed his mouth to hers. He tasted the remains of Charles' come as his tongue entwined with Liz's. Liz arched her hips up high, and received his thrusts with ever-building passion. God, how good it felt to her. She felt the familiar and ever-new sensations of her approaching orgasm.
"Christ in heaven...." she moaned. "Oh my God....it's so good.....so very good....oh....oh.....oooooohhhhhhh..."
Brad made his final thrust into the deepest reaches of her pink love-cave. His tool buckled up against her womb, and in that fine and fiery moment, his prick went off and shot forth its hot and pulpy spunk.
"Oh....aaaaaaa......." screamed Liz, as her own orgasm enveloped her at the same moment Her pussy contracted and her body heaved. Her head shook back and forth, and her eyes nearly turned into the top of her forehead.
Across the room, Joan was still taking Biff's cock in and out of her cunt. She had tried to get her entire fist into Kathy's box at the same time, and Kathy had spread her legs apart so far that Joan felt for sure she could accomplish the deed. Kathy was beside herself. She felt the knuckles of Joan's fist stretch the walls of her cunt so much that there was a deep pain resulting from the action. She loved the pain, for she had experienced it many times before, and to her it was not really pain at all. Instead, it was a smarting and dynamic form of intense pleasure, and she welcomed Joan's fist with all her being.
Joan got her clinched hand up within Kathy's cunt-lips, and began turning it around.
"Oh, that's wonderful, Joan," moaned Kathy. "Do it harder, love, force your hand way up my pussy. Make me hurt, make me bleed. Tear me apart...."
Joan worked her fist up higher and higher into Kathy's twat. She was amazed at how far the walls of juicy tissue gave way to accommodate the advance of her hand. Why, she was positively driving her hand all the way up to her uterus. Yes, it was hard to believe, but true. Kathy's pussy was so flexible, it could actually do this without suffering any damage. The only suffering there was, was the pain-pleasure which shot through Kathy's sense-but, of course, this was what Kathy wanted.
"Twist your fist against my womb," gasped Kathy. Run your knuckles across all of my deep pussy. Knock down the gates, do it, do it.....ooooohh, it hurts so much .....and it's so good. Push it into my stomach, I don't care.....aaaaahhhhhh......Joan, you're the best girl I've ever had do this to me....oooohhhh....oooooohhh, I love it.....I love it so much."
Joan crushed her knuckles agains. the tender walls of Kathy's womb. This was a new experience for her, and together with Bill's cock in her mouth, she was having the most intense and erotic sensations.
Bill cupped his hands on Joan's breasts and held them tight. He squeezed them passionately, timed himself with the thrusts of his prick. Slowing down his pace, he had it possible for Kathy's tongue to caress his slick tool as it pulled out of Joan's honey cloister. Kathy would place her lips on his prick, then whip her tongue out and let it slide along his member as it oozed back into Joan's muff.
"Do you think you can take much more fucking?" Bill asked Joan. "Or would you like me to set you off?"
"Both, darling," she answered. "Do everything and anything you want to me."
It was at this moment that John crept in front of Joan and held his erect penis in front of her face.
"John," exclaimed Joan. "How nice of you to be here with that nice tool of yours."
"It's waiting for your mouth," he replied.
"With pleasure," Joan answered.
John stepped up to her, his prick in his hand. She took it into her mouth without any hesitation. The orgiastic happening took on a new dimension right there and then. Here was Joan, down on her hands and knees, with Bill fucking her from behind. Kathy was laid out under Joan, her legs at maximum spread, with Joan's fist still churning inside her pussy. And now, John had completed the scene by getting his cock into Joan's mouth. It was simply marvelous for all concerned, and Charlie, Liz and Brad, relaxing from their own private orgy, watched it all with pleasure.
Joan sucked away hard at John's tool, causing him nearly to topple over from the energy she put into her backward sucking-motions on his hard stick. Bill had let go of Joan's tits, and John quickly replaced Bill's hands with his own. The four kids were so involved with their passion that they very well became one giant mass of ecstatic experience.
Not to be forgotten, Eloise and Speed were enjoying themselves mightily over toward a corner of the big living room. Speed was fucking Eloise in very good fashion, when his eyes fell on a slim, angular vase on the coffee table near the sofa. Without removing his cock from Eloise's cunt, he reached over and grabbed the vase. The cold cream was next to him on the floor, and Speed, living up to his name fully this time, spread the cream over the top and neck of the vase with one quick move.
"Eloise," he said, "I'm going to put this in your ass." He held the vase up for her to see clearly.
"Good, my darling," she said happily. "I think you should put some of the cream on your finger first, though, and shove it into my ass before you try the vase. My ass-hole is kinda small......."
"Will do," he said. After dipping his finger in the cooling cream, he pushed his finger up into her ass with no trouble whatsoever. Eloise luxuriated in the wild sensation it gave her, and she moved her hips in reaction to his penetration.
"That's wonderful, darling," she said. "I'm ready for the vase now."
Speed had to pull his prick out of Eloise's cunt to perform his new doings most effectively. There was that nice oozing sound coming from her cunt when his member was drawn all the way out, and her cunt walls contracted back to their normal position.
Speed realized that the tip of the vase was quite a bit bigger than Eloise's anal opening. This was of no consequence though-nothing to worry about. He spread her cheeks wide, and began cramming the head of the vase into the tight opening.
Eloise got the impression immediately that it was going to take a good bit of stretching on the part of her ass-hole for the vase to get inside her. She wanted it in there badly, and she was prepared to endure untold hardship in order to get it inside her. She held her breath as she felt the cold bottle tip stretch wide the opening of her rectum.
"Oh Speed," she cried, "it's so big. Do you think you can get it in? Oh......Oh...." she cried out even louder.
"I'll manage it, honey," said the engrossed boy. "Don't you worry about that. I'm going to get a lot of this into you."
"Ow.....Ow.....Ow." screamed Eloise, but it was that particular kind of scream which only comes forth when one has a sex act done to them which goes beyond one's normal conceptions.
Speed had gotten the head of the vase in her asshole, and was now working it in deeper and deeper. The vase had a number of twists in it, and Eloise felt that a gist corkscrew was worming its way into her rarely entered rectum. It gave her the most fantastic and harsh sensations, and she couldn't help but moan and cry with pain and pleasure as the vase dug deeper and deeper into her.
"Is it good, Eloise?" he asked.
"Oh God," she cried, "OH GOD!!! It's unbelievable... it's so terribly good."
There was a solid four inches of the vase in her now, and Speed could not get any more of it into her without, he reckoned, injuring her.
"I think that's all you can take," he said.
"No....no," she gasped. "Try and get a least a little more into me. Try, I'll bear the pain.
Speed turned the vase back and forth, then pushed it down with the palm of his hand. Eloise let out a resounding scream.....
"Owwwwww....Aaaaaahhhh....that's enough, oh God... that is all I can take...oh, the pain....the beautiful pain..."
"I'm just going to turn it around a little," said Speed. "That shouldn't hurt you very much. I think you'll enjoy it."
"Yes, yes, all-right," she answered, only slightly understanding what he had said-the pain mixing up her senses.
He turned the vase back and forth, and Eloise did drive a great deal of pleasure from it. She felt the cool, smooth surface of glass churning within her like a snake, and the feeling was wonderful.
Speed mounted himself on top of her once again and slipped the tip of his cock between her pussy-lips. He shoved the hot and eager member home, happily regaining the lustful pleasure he had just a few minutes ago. Eloise jerked her hips up to met his drives into her, and the base of the object protruding from her anus landed against Speed's hairy balls. It gave him a lovely feeling-the cool glass on his testicles, and in turn he banged' his prick deep into Eloise with all his strength and desire.
Elizabeth had watched Eloise and Speed closely throughout the ass-penetration scene. Her eyes were now drawn to the movement of the others nearer her-to Kathy, Joan, Bill, and John. Kathy was breathing so hard that Liz could not but look to see how things were developing with the loving foursome.
As it was, Joan had unclenched her fist and was now driving her open hand in and out of Kathy' twat. She held her hand in position so that it slipped in and out of Kathy's cunt like an arrowhead-straight in line with the long, narrow cunt lips themselves. Then, Joan turned her hand so that it forced the labia lips open wide as she drove the 'arrowhead' home. This caused Kathy's box to spread open wide with each thrust it received, and Kathy's breathing got harder and harder. She had managed to take the assault on her pussy with deep satisfaction, and she wanted even more of the sensuous joy she was experiencing.
Bill was fucking Joan so fast now, that Kathy didn't have an opportunity to lick his cock with her tongue. She wanted to have some contact with his privates-wanted it very bad. So, thanks to her incredible agility in these situations, she managed to reach up and behind Bill with her right hand, and place a finger on his asshole. Then, while all the merry fucking and sucking was going ahead full-steam, she worked her finger into Bill's ass.
"Hot-damn," said Bill. "You're too much, Kathy?" "All for you, lover," she replied, and got another knuckle up into his rear.
Bill was happily forced to cut down the stride of his thrusts into Joan, in order to keep Kathy's finger in his ass like he wanted to. Thus, his penetrations into Joan were faster then ever, and his orgasm was coming sooner than he had expected. But so great was his ecstasy, that he no longer thought of prolonging the fucking bout. He slammed his tool in and out ever faster, till finally, and in one great rush, his cock went off and spewed forth its torrent of come into Joan's marvelous love-cave goodie.
Joan took her mouth off of John's prick long enough to emit a long sigh, "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh...." as she felt her cunny being gorged with Bills soothing spunk. Soon, however, she was back sucking away at John, acting as if her pussy and the rest of her lower extremities no longer belonged to her. She felt her dew descend onto Bill's pud, and it was as if she were really two people, and one half of her was having its orgasmic joy while the other sucked heartily at John to achieve the same for itself and, of course, John too.
Kathy watched Bill's limp prick come out of Joan's pussy, covered with his semen and her dew. Bill did not move for a few moments, and in that short time, she managed to lick all the fluid off of his member, taking a few of his loose pubic hairs into her mouth as well. Then, when Bill did move away, Kathy put her face into Joan's muff and began sucking all the wonderful, gooey spunk into her mouth. She loved to smell the semen, and it was a double delight when it was mixed so with a goodly amount of female oil.
Joan received Kathy's head into her pussy with never-ending delight and love.
"Oh Kathy," she said, "You're such a loving friend. You're the best friend a girl ever had."
"It's only because I love you," replied Kathy.
For a few moments now, Joan had gotten so wrapped up in sucking John's prick, that she had desisted in hand-fucking Kathy. Realizing this, and adoring all that Kathy was doing for her, she wanted, more than ever, to give Kathy all the satisfaction it was possible for her to give.
She wanted to do anything that Kathy wanted, so long as she did not have to let go of John's jumbo dandy. She tried to talk with the cock in her mouth, but it wasn't possible. She would have to let the prick go long enough to say something to the girl she loved.
Taking the tool out of her mouth, but keeping it close with a firm grip of her hand, she said to Kathy: "What can I do for you, my darling sweet Kathy? Name it and I'll do it."
"You're a love," replied Kathy. "Take my clit between your teeth, I'd like that."
Joan was willing to make the sacrifice of giving up John's cock for a few moments in order to do what Kathy had asked. She put her mouth onto the girl's open twat, and sought out her little guardian of joy- her strong and sensitive clitoris. Finding it, she put her teeth around the little taut extension, kissing and running her teeth back and forth across its gleaming surface.
"Yes, yes," moaned Kathy with pleasure. "Ooooohhh, that's so good...you're such an angel.....Ooohhh.....I love the feel of your teeth on my clit.....you do it so nice....so sweedy ........aaaaahhhh....aaaaahh....Joan, you're a living doll....." She squirmed with pleasure, her legs rocking back and forth. "Bite it now, Joan.....bite my clitty...
go on, don't be afraid of hurting me.....I want you to hurt me.....go on love, bite it.....take it between your teeth and crush it with your loving care."
Joan did as she was bidden. Her teeth closed down on the little hard clit, digging deep into it.
"Ooooowwwww....Aaaaaeee..." screamed Kathy. Her body was convulsing in ecstatic agony, her tits swaying, her hair flying. Kathy grabbed her own tits and pinched the nipples. She dug her nails into the sweet rosy nipples, causing them to bleed. She was beside herself with trembling release, and a sweet wetting of her cunny was showering down into Joan's face.
fantastic...absolutely heavenly." She wiped the trickle of blood off of her tits, and sank down into the plush carpet-her breath coming to her in short, hard gulps.
Joan was wonderfully glad that she had set Kathy off so well. Now she could commence sucking John's prick- which she immediately did. John had been waiting patiently, though he was really dying inside for the moment when he would spend in her mouth.
Joan worked diligently on John's rigid organ. She felt a drop of semen come out on the tip of his staff, and this fired up her desire for him to come into her. She rushed her mouth up and down, pushed the hard cock into her cheeks, and down deeply into her throat. How good it all felt, how proper, and yet how mischievous. She was getting so hungry for the taste of his come, for the moment when it would gush into her mouth with all its warmth and exciting stickiness. She had an image in her mind of all the thousands of wiggling sperm which would land in her mouth, and which she would then swallow into her. How sweet and cute the little sperms were! How she wanted to have them for her very own, living inside her belly as well as up her slit.
Up and down her mouth went. Deeper and deeper into her throat went John's prick. He could feel the building up of pressure within him, and the intense and pleasurably desire for release. He watched Joan as her lips formed themselves round his tool, and as they partially closed when she kissed the head. Again and again he plunged his dick into her mouth, until he no longer could hold himself back. He let out a deep moan, grabbed the back of Joan's head, and crammed his prick into her mouth in all it's entirety. Far down into her throat it went, and there, nestling in her warm, wet throat, he went off and shot forth his creamy love-juice. The wonderful fluid went right down the remainder of Joan's throat, and John, wanting the loving girl to have some of the come in her mouth so she could taste it, drew his still-throbbing pud up into her mouth cavity, ejecting some of his charge onto her tongue and into the recesses of her sweet mouth.
"Ummmm....." moaned Joan as her taste-buds reacted to the wonderful flavor of his gooey life-giving fluid. "Ummm....mmmmm...." she repeated, spreading the sticky liquid around her mouth with her tongue.
She hadn't let John's cock out of her mouth yet-she wanted it in her until she had swallowed the very last of his come. John didn't mind waiting (as one might well imagine). Joan completed her ingestion of his fluid, let the tool (shrunken down to a near button by this time) out of her mouth, heaved a sigh, moved off of Kathy, and laid down on her back on the floor.
One event was still going on. Claire was jerking off Scotty-he standing up in front of her, she on her knees and her face to his organ. She had been jerking him for quite a long time, and he was on the verge of coming. They had made a plan, of sorts, on just how Claire would receive his charge. When he was just about to spend, he would tap her on the shoulder, and she would jam the head of his prick into one of her ears. A new and novel idea!
Claire continued jerking him, then she felt the tap on her shoulder, and Scotty say, "Now." She put his prick into her left ear, and as his body shook with the splendor of his orgasm, Claire received his love-goo into her ear.
The kids were all rather exhausted, and, for the time being, did nothing but recuperate for what was yet to come.
CHAPTER TEN
Dawn was not far away. The kids had either dozed off, or were listening to music. Kathy was the most active of the bunch. She had decided to take a shower, and after so doing, the others followed suit. The shower revived all of them quite well, and they felt their energy returning to them and the tiredness float away. No one, except, perhaps for Kathy, had any sex ideas in their heads. Charlie and Brad were talking about their futures, Liz was filing her nails. John had a book in his hands and seemed engrossed in what he was reading. The others weren't doing much of anything, except listening to the stereo.
"Well," said Kathy, "does anyone feel like playing a game ?"
Carl lifted his head off of the couch, where he had been resting. "What kind of game?" he asked.
"Oh, something that would be fun," she replied. "Something we could all play."
"There's some cards in the den," said Brad. "Help yourself if you feel so inclined."
"That's an idea," acknowledged Kathy, "but I had something a little more personal in mind."
"Oh, oh," said Claire. "That only means one thing. Kathy has some sex play on her mind."
"Now don't tell me you have anything against that," chided Kathy. "I know you better."
"Against it," exclaimed Claire. "I should say not. I'm all for it."
"You girls just don't ever have enough," joked Charlie. "That must be why I like you so much."
"What were you thinking of?" asked Joan, her interest growing by the moment.
"Oh, I was just mulling over something extra-delightful," Kathy replied. "Something I think you'd all like."
Scotty joined in the conversation. "Sock it to us love. I've got an idea what you're getting at, but I want to hear you say it-just to see if I'm right."
"Well," continued Kathy, "have you ever heard of a daisy-chain?"
Scotty laughed-that was just what he thought she had In mind. It was also what he had in mind.
"What's a daisy-chain," asked Elizabeth, displaying her marvelous innocence.
"Love, it's the grooviest thing a bunch of sex-freaks like us can possible do together," Kathy answered.
The idea struck Brad as an especially good one. He thought about what he had told Liz concerning group activity, and a daisy-chain was a great example of group activity if there ever was one. "Liz," he said, the daisy chain is the ultimate in group-play. Remember what we were discussing earlier-about the group thing? Well, this is the best group thing there is."
"But I still don't know what it is," replied Elizabeth. "What do we do in a daisy chain?"
"It's really very simple," answered Kathy, "simple and extremely groovy. I'll explain it. We all get together in a circle on the floor-boy to girl of course. The chain is the circle. Now, what happens is this-if you haven't already got the picture, which I think you do...."
Liz bit her lower lip like she often did, her eyes lighting up with the realization of what the daisy chain was all about.
"I'll finish the picture anyway," continued Kathy. "We get things arranged so that each of us is in the position to do what we want to do. That, of course, means that we girls either get a cock in our mouths or in our sweet cunts-whichever we want, and whichever we can talk our boy pals into. I imagine the fellas wouldn't mind indulging in all this, am I right?"
"Here, here," shouted John. "Count me in."
The other guys laughed happily, and Bill, Carl and Charlie raised their hands to demonstrate their want of participation.
Kathy was glad to see her idea get such good response. "Are we all game, then?" she asked. "Eloise, Speed......"
"Yeah," answered Eloise.
"Yeah," chimed in Speed.
The other kids got themselves counted in, and the event was on the verge of getting under way.
"Excuse me for a moment," said Brad. "I've got a little something special that'll go well with our plans."
He disappeared up the hall into the bathroom.
As the reader may have guessed, Brad was going to retrieve his sex-accessories from their hiding place in the back of the bathroom dresser-drawers. He had two full-length trench ticklers and one clit-tickler-the kind that goes around the base of a cock, with the 'tickling' part extended up and out in such a way that it makes perfect contact that a girl's clitoris and just drives her wild when it rubs back and forth.
Brad took the three joyous items out of the little ornate box he kept them in, and walked back to the living room.
The other kids were all eyes as Brad held the goodies out for them to see.
"Oh glory-be," said Claire. "I do believe well have an awful lot of fun with those."
"You bet," replied Brad. "I've been saving them for an occasion like this."
"I just love French ticklers," exclaimed Kathy, "and that clit-tickler, that's really marvelous. I'd adore having one of you boys pushing that in my slit."
"Well," said Brad. "There's only three of these little gems, and there's seven of us dudes. Well have to distribute them fairly-two of them at any rate. I reserve the right to one myself."
"Boo," jived Charlie. But he and the other guys knew it was only fair, since, after all, they were Brad's to begin with.
Brad went into the den and got a writing tablet. Returning, he said: "I'm going to write a number on a piece of paper-a number between one and a hundred. You fellas guess at the number, and the two closest guesses get the goodies." He wrote the number down on the tablet. "Ok. Carl, what's your number?"
"Fourteen."
"All right." Brad made a note of the number on the pad. "John, let's have yours." "Ninety one."
"Ninety one," repeated Brad, jotting it down. "Charlie?"
"You've got a one-track mind fella," joked Brad, writing down the number. He tabulated the numbers, then showed the pad to the kids. "As you can see, the number was seventy-five. That means that Charlie and Scotty, those two fucking work-horses are the winners. Charlie's guess was the closest, therefore he gets first choice. What'll you have, Charlie boy? The French jobber or the clit-tickler?"
"I'll take that delightful little clit-bit," he answered.
"Suits me," said Scotty. "Let's get on with it. I'm going to need someone to suck my dick to get it nice and hard. How about it, Eloise? Would you like to?"
"Love to," she answered, and went over to Scotty, who was laying down once more. She took his prick in her mouth and began sucking it up to full strength.
"Liz," said Charlie, "Would you do me the like honor?"
"Yes," she said. "I think that's a very good idea." She reached out and took his cock in her hand, then into her mouth. It was already swelling nicely, and Liz knew it would be nice and stiff in no time at all. She wanted to get things started as quickly as possible, for the idea of the daisy chain enchanted her to a great degree.
Kathy was sucking Brad to get him going, and it wasn't long before the three boys had powerfully hard-ons.
"Let's all get down on the floor," said Joan, and she was the first one to do so. She laid down on her back with her legs open and drawn up. Speed joined her, resting his head in her muff. Eloise was the next to get ready, and she laid down astride Speed and began toying with his cock and testicles.
Kathy had just finished sucking Brad, and she was ready to go. "You might as well link up with Eloise," she said to him. "That is, if you feel like doing so."
"My pleasure and honor," Brad replied. "And you'll join me, won't you?"
"With all my heart, mouth, and slit," she replied.
The two of them got down on the floor and beckoned for the others to join them. They did so, and the daisy chain was set.
Kathy opened her legs over Brad, and waited for him to slip on his French tickler. When this was done, she brought her cunt down, and Brad opened her labia lips and put the tip of his organ In. Kathy waited with extreme anticipation for him to thrust into her-for the tickler to cruise its wobbly surface against the walls of her pussy.
With one shove, Brad drove the hot, ornate cock into Kathy's inner-most privates.
"Oh....oh....that's so w-o-n-d-e-r-f-u-l...." she sighed. "I forgot how grand those ticklers are....ooohhhh, it's simply marvelous...move it in and out Brad....ooooohhhh, it feels so g-o-o-o-o-d..........."
Charlie had set the clit-tickler on his cock, and Liz was positioned over his prick the same way Kathy had been. She watched Charlie adjust the tickler, and she too couldn't wait for contact with the lovely little sex accessory.
"Ok, Liz," said Charlie. "Come and get it."
Liz lowered her pussy down onto the head of his hot horn. Charlie steered the hard organ Into the nice, sweet, inviting, juicy hole, and pushed up as far as he could. The tickler cruised into her darling little clit, and Liz felt an ecstatic charge shoot off inside her. Charlie moved his tool around, causing the tickler to crush itself into her little man in a most stimulating manner.
Liz could not remember feeling anything so divine in all her life. The tickler was adding that little something extra which turned a fuck into something clear out of this world. She closed her eyes and moved her hips in order to get more and more of the fabulous friction.
Speed, meanwhile, had burled his head in Joan's cunt, and was eating her out for all he was worth. He was on his knees, bent over, of course, so that he had clear access to Joan's juicy pudding. Eloise had her mouth directly underneath his hard stick, and getting into the swing of things, she took it into her mouth and sucked away merrily.
Brad, who was laying on his back so that he could fuck Kathy, had his head nestled sweetly between Eloise's open thighs. Tilting his head back, he could-and did- stick his tongue into her slit. She wiggled marvelously- especially when his tongue found her clitty and began lapping it.
John was linked up with Kathy on the other end, his cock in her mouth. Nobody, he thought, sucked a cock the way Kathy did. She put everything she had into the act, and always made her fella happy. There was the fabulous way she fingered his balls, and rolled them in the palms of her hands, and there was, above all, the great and indisputable pleasure she got from doing this.
Carl was the extra guy on the chain, but he didn't mind. He sat down in the middle of the circle, and watched the whole thing go on. At times, he got up and went over to one of the girls, and they, without being asked, would suck his pud. He had already gotten Claire and Liz and Joan to do this, and things had just gotten started.
Scotty was on his hands and knees, his prick in Joan's mouth. Joan was getting very good mileage out of Scotty-considering the zest with which she was sucking him off. But one couldn't help understanding how she felt, for Speed had buried his head in her muff so deeply that it was impossible for her to have any but the most passionate feelings.
As Joan sucked Scotty's sock, he, in turn sucked Claire's luscious honey dip. Claire had her legs so far apart that Carl tripped over her once as he was making his rounds to get sucked.
Claire was eating Bill nicely, and Bill, in turn, hunched himself up and Frenched with Liz.
Liz. She was now mounting higher and higher up the ladder of sensuous delight. Charlie's cock, and, of course, the tickler he had on, was turning her on incredibly.
When she and Bill parted mouths, she threw her head up as if she was going to fly away. Her heart was pounding from excitement, and her body felt as if it was turning into an electric light. Each time Charlie completed a thrust into her, the light got brighter and brighter, and her joy stronger and stronger. Her legs spread themselves open even wider, and did this without her even being conscious of it. She was becoming so immersed in the joy of her fuck that it seemed to her as if her body truly was a servant to her, and was following any and all orders which she desired to give it. More than that, with the movements she was now making, it was as if she didn't have to think at all-her body was anticipating her needs and automatically did what was needed.
Charlie was screwing her harder all the time. He knew he could really set her off this time-what with the tickler and all-and that was precisely what he intended to do. Not that he was indifferent to his own enjoyment-far from it. He now was in a position to make the fuck a long and strong one-considering how much spunk he had already let loose that night. He had the choice of fucking for a long long time, or, if it so struck him, conjure up an orgasm quite rapidly. He was struck, above all, with the trance like state which Liz appeared to be in. Where, he wondered, was her mind now? What was she feeling?
Liz took the thrusts of Charlie's cock like a thirsty man getting a select nectar. Her cunt felt like a velvet chamber of glorious love-in-action, and she was the recipient of all the glory which was being introduced into it in the form of Charlie's prick. She had been keeping her eyes closed, envisioning these things, but now she opened them. She saw the heavenly circle of lovers, and gazed intently at each of the participants. How wonderful it all was. How marvelous that Eloise got such a thrill from sucking Speed's cock. How splendid that Kathy was reaching into the realms of ecstasy thanks to having Brad's prick in her pussy. Everything was so simple, so easy to understand. Life was a joyous thing-all one had to do to enjoy it was find someone to love and to fuck. It was all so crystal clear, as clear as the feeling of Charlie's stick in her warm, wet slit. "Feel good?" asked Charlie as he moved his cock around, causing the tickler to titillate her clit was erotically.
"The best...the very best," she replied moaning. "Ohh, the feeling in my pussy...all through me....God....God.... it's simply heavenly....."
Charlie slammed his cock into her extra hard. "Do you like it hard like that?" he asked.
Liz's head was swimming. She felt so far into another sphere that it was all but impossible for her to answer. Her slit seemed to be turning into a glowing ember of joy, passion, and fulfillment. From her slit, this feeling, this glowing essence, moved up and enveloped her entire being.
"Yes, yes," she said, not really remembering what Charlie had asked. All she remembered was something about her liking what was happening, and she was rapidly going even beyond happiness. Her inner vision began to turn on stronger and stronger, and sights were becoming visible to her. She saw the daisy chain change into a halo, and saw the halo descend onto her head, then open and slide down her body. She saw herself spreading open her legs and allowing the halo to move up between them and enter her pussy. When this happened, she felt herself being transfigured, changed into a free and loving spirit.
The halo, she saw, remained in her cunt, and was moving in and out of her, stretching her slit as it did so. In her vision she saw the halo turn into Charlie's prick, and felt his prick slamming into her harder and harder all the time. She saw her cunt smile at the cock as it came and went, came and went. It seemed that some perfect plan was taking place, that everything was going along absolutely fine, and all she had to do was enjoy it. The prick grew in her vision, the head becoming especially large, and glistening with light, assumed a character all its own. She watched enraptured as the head took on the form of a man's head, and, coming into focus, saw that the face was the most beautiful of all the faces she had ever seen. The face was of such glory that it must, it seemed, come from a divine source.
The idea of divinity then began to unfold into a picture, and in the picture Liz saw herself on a soft, white cloud, being fucked by the heavenly man. It was as if she had come full-circle back to the reality of her being fucked at that very moment by Charlie. In the back of her mind, and for no more than a fleeting instance, she made herself aware that Charlie was pumping her, and that both he and she were reaching near to an orgasm to end all orgasm. Then, quick as a flash, she was back on her etheric cloud, fucking with the angelic man, luxuriating in his embrace, basking in the glory which was their expressed love. The wonderful dream-reality became more and more intense, and Liz felt that now, for the first time, she was realizing the true meaning of ecstasy. Her angel lover, who in another reality was Charlie, fucked her with quicker and quicker thrusts.
Her mind, her senses, all that was she, Elizabeth, bathed in the magnificence of her celestial screw. She was approaching the zenith of all experience, and in her dream-mind and physical body her slit was throbbing and pulsating in juicy readiness for the ultimate moment of divine fulfillment-the moment of her orgasm. The walls of her cunny oozed with anticipation, wetting the dual worlds of experience for her. Everywhere she looked, all she felt and knew-everything was consumed In the gooey richness of the liquid loveliness of sex. Herself, the world, the universe,-all was swept into a stream of semen and female oil. Bolts of ecstasy shot through her, proclaiming that the moment of the absolute joy was at hand. She felt the force, somewhere in her universal experience, of Charlie's prick driving into her pussy one final time.
And then, just as she felt the cock go off, sending its liquid-love Into her, she felt the universe moving to and fro, as if something more was going to happen. She realized, somehow, in some way, that the moving universe was also her body swaying in the act of orgasm, and that her female dew, blending with the semen Inside of her, was forcing itself Into some manner of symbol in the pulsating waves of all the universe. She saw the symbol get clearer and clearer, until it took on the unmistakable form of a star-the same star she had seen before! The star of semen which had the word 'Love,' in its center. Only now, she perceived, there was something else written in the center of the star, and as she waited for this final and most exquisite revelation, the star grew and filled up all of space. And then, as her gentle, sweet being held itself motionless in time and space, she saw what was written in the star. It said: THE BEGINNING.
