Life begins at forty, or so they say, and it sure did for Sheba Langor. At forty, she was a perfectly preserved woman; blond, beautiful and insatiable. She just couldn't get enough cock.
She had been married to a middle aged man for years and she was starving. She was starving for a good fuck. Left alone in sunny Italy, she forms a secret cult comprised of well-built young men anyone else who was able and wanted to join.
Only through this cult could she receive satisfaction she desired so desperately.
Mama Mia! What a cult.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE--Things Go Better With Coke
CHAPTER TWO--Gino Learns The Hard Way
CHAPTER THREE--More Food For The Hungry
CHAPTER FOUR--Dildo Delirium
CHAPTER FIVE--Two is Company: Three is an Orgy
CHAPTER SIX--Aphrodisiac Delights
CHAPTER SEVEN--Gino Teaches His Sister
CHAPTER EIGHT--The Cult Grows
CHAPTER NINE--Orgy Italian Style
CHAPTER TEN--A Reverse Fuck
CHAPTER ELEVEN--A Whore for Shelia
CHAPTER TWELVE--Mama Mia!
CHAPTER THIRTEEN--See Fido Lick
CHAPTER FOURTEEN--The Cult Meets
CHAPTER FIFTEEN--The Groping Group
CHAPTER SIXTEEN--Hubby Returns
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CHAPTER ONE
THINGS GO BETTER WITH COKE
Sheila Langor paced nervously in the large three-room apartment. She went to the window and looked down at the sea which seemed to be smoking in heat. The white-hot Italian sun burned sensuously on the sand.
Her skin prickled her; it was too warm even for the flimsy rose nightgown she had on. In a moment she would tear it off.
Five months in Rome, and it looked like they waiting. The groceries he had delivered were still on the table, and later in a spurt of wild sensuality, she had gotten up, seized a banana and had him shove it up her ass while she fucked him.
How delicious was the look in his eyes ... the surprised lewdness as she finger-fucked his young ass. At fifteen he had a taste of what most men dreamed of at fifty!
But what good were these older men? Their organs fizzled out after one or two fucks and they became tired. A young boy always had blood circulating in his cock. One could rub one's pussy around and over it. It was always ready for more climaxing.
"Your wife is over-sexed. A change of pace would be good." Is that what the doctor had told her husband Drake? Is that why they had transferred? It must have been because of that incident with the grocery boy. Or maybe the farm-hand in Ottawa.
She lay back on the plush cushions and watched herself in the mirror. She placed a cushion between her legs and let her mouth fall open; her tongue wet her lips.
She could feel her throat get dry as her sex glands stirred. God how she needed it!
Her legs were spread wide open and she forced the pillow up and down on her pussy. She pushed a corner of it into the opening and gyrated, watching her own eyes become hot.
It wasn't stiff enough. She ripped her nightgown over her head and ran into the kitchen. She found what she needed a soda bottle.
Sitting in front of the mirror again, she worked the neck of the bottle into her cunt and jerked her little ass back and forth. The head of the bottle struck her clit deliciously, and the folds of her cunt swelled in rhythm.
"Oh, fuck. Fuck me bottle," she moaned, and then laughed. "This bottle is so much better than Drake, with his limp dick and potbelly."
She parted the cheeks of her ass and reversed herself so she could see a rear view. Delicious! Then she thrust two fingers in her asshole and, working back and forth, her breasts flopping more wildly, she could feel her come rising in her.
It welled up somewhere in the pit of her stomach, reached down to her toes, shot up to her titties and nipples and then sang through her whole body like coils of electricity. Her love juices ejected like lava throughout her insides and she tensed, gripping the bottle and her asscheeks madly. "Arghhhhh! Fuck, fuck!" Her come boiled in her and drenched the pillow. Her legs dipped and rose and she pinched herself hotly. She felt like a wanton animal and could not stop. Over and over again she slipped over the neck of the bottle, splicing herself with raw pleasure, fucking herself with weird and cruel abandonment.
There was no end. She had ten orgasms, rolled over each other. She smashed the bottle to the floor angrily. "I need real cock," she spat. She paced the room again. If her husband could see her now he wouldn't believe it. Sheila was so tame in public.
So ordinary. But when he left her alone with this drive, this sexual madness overtook her. It was in her blood, handed down from her Greek ancestors. A long line of cultists and Phallic worshipers. Her own grandmother had been a witch of sorts, a prostitute in Athens. Only Sheila knew of this; it was secret, except to her four brothers. They had taught her all about the pleasures of the flesh at an early age.
She was heir descendant to the PRIMIVI Cult, the cult that seduces young boys, making them slaves to her body oral and genital her mission was to have these young men sucking and fucking at will. The most Sheila had ever assembled was three (and how many combinations there were there!) but the laws of the cult indicated that at least twenty was the prescribed order. It seemed an impossibility when you were married to a conventional American Businessman. She had to take what she could when he was away. Devour an occasional schoolboy or Life-saver.
Morning time was the hardest because then the fires began churning in her. The only way to quench this perverted lust was to resort to bottles, bananas, anything, for the time being. And in this damn hotel there seemed to be not one juicy young cock.
She ran some bathwater to perhaps cool herself off. A plan was coming to her mind. It was fuzzy still. She would go to the marketplace, wearing only her see-through bathing outfit. Somehow she'd find a nice sun-browned Italian boy. She'd lure him back here and give him the tastes of delight. The weird cult delights that sunk the flesh into depravity.
She'd show the films; they always worked. She kept them hidden in her suitcase, under the lining. Leaning back in the bubbles and warm water she recalled the first film.
In it a young blond Swedish boy contorts his body so that he can suck himself. His body is lean and strong and he thinks he is alone. The bedroom door opens and a tall six-foot Black girl enters completely naked. Her body is sleek and beautiful. The breasts are enormous, the thighs full, the hips moist with sweat.
She wears a large, colorful hat of red and yellow feathers. There is a drumbeat, weird and steady: her hips begin to roll to the sound. The boy is frightened, but at the same time starting to come. His eyes are blue and heavy. The lids close as he buckles and shoots into his own mouth.
The Negress laughs at the sight of this. She humps over to the bed and shoves one of the feathers from her hat up his asshole. "Ahhhh," he cries in delight. She lifts him up and drops him to the floor. Her thick red lips go to his cock and lick the come off it. She lowers her black buttocks onto his face, his nose going into her anus, his lips onto her cunt.
She slaps his legs and commands him to tongue her clit. He cries out but obeys her commands. Her clit is large and stiffens under his tongue; there is a close-up of this; beads of come juice on his tongue as he loses himself entirely to her whims. "Suck! Suck!" she cried, throwing his white legs apart.
"Bite! Bite!" She again orders.
A full shot of their bodies, hers large and fuming with sexuality, long-limbed and black. His thin but strong body arching manfully as his long dick splices her cunt-like mouth.
Her lips roll over his cock until he stabs her mouth violently and white cream flows over and down her chin. His face is inundated with milk-tan fluids and her great ass spirals up and down lustfully.
Without realizing it, Sheila had moved her finger into her own cunt, under water and was manipulating her button. Lascivious thoughts swam through her and her body felt like hot silk against the foam in the bathtub. She reached up for the back brush and crammed it into herself, handle first.
Water splashed as she wriggled her body in the tub, fucking herself like a wanton bitch. "Oh, christ ... Oh, oh. I must be fucked. Must be ... ohhhhhhh. Fuck meahhhh." She let herself surge up and down in the bathtub, feeling the water wash over her and onto the floor.
She recalled more of the film. How the black goddess had sucked the boy's anus, driving him nearly wild, then spanked him. Those camera shots of her long cherry tongue curling around his ivory, blue-veined dick were marvelous. Then she sat on a chair, with him facing her on her lap and pulled his ass toward her belly so that his cock rammed her pussy.
The black wire-like curls of her pubic hair enmeshed him in a steel grip of fucking. He could keep it big for so long, she had no worries, this black whore. In and out, in and out the camera showed his nine-inch dick cramming her with love juice and spunk. Her large frame writhed in agony and lust.
She bit his shoulders and neck, placed his hands on her enormous breast, telling him to squeeze with all his might.
"Scratch, hurt," she would say, "I can take it! And fuck harder, white boy. Fuck!" She pounded his head with her fists when she began to come.
Finally, the boy spoke, "I'm screwing your black cunt, you fucking bitch, take it, take it. Take this long hard cock in ya!"
Then, he cried out.
A close-up of their intermingled limbs, cock and pussy, completed the picture. Their faces were taut and grotesque; their tongues hung out as they flung perversion upon perversion at each other. "You filthy slut!"
"Gimme that cock, boy! Help, oh. Oh."
What a film! Sheila wished she could have been there when they made it. What lust. She breathed a long sigh. "I'll comb my hair now," she said, "and after I'm dressed for the kill, I'll go out."
It was a good thing Drake was out of town for the week. His business in Paris was top-level and he could be there for days.
Wiping herself clean, she examined the face of her woman's body. It had relaxed and showed none of its former lust. She looked like a normal housewife now, well-preserved and innocent.
And that's how it would be. A normal walk through the marketplace in Rome. A tourist. A quiet unmenacing woman weaving her secret web.
She finished dressing and went out.
CHAPTER TWO
GINO LEARNS THE HARD WAY
She walked down the Via Veneto into the marketplace.
The ripe fruits stood out lushly, in a variety of voluptuous colors: in her libidinous mind she saw the oranges as balls, the bananas as cocks and the melons as breasts. She saw herself rolling naked in these fruits, a wanton whore, and then being fucked by an army of young boys.
And there were many around too. But which one would she choose? That tall one over there with the black eyes and big muscles selling apples? Or how about that boy by the grape stand with the sensuous mouth and light blue shirt? No he was too busy.
Finally she made her choice: a fifteen year old boy, larger than his age, with a thin body and sun-browned skin. He was standing and tossing a fish back into the blue water by the pier. She approached him. At first he didn't see her, she came from behind. He was a beautiful specimen. Tall for an Italian to be sure, but very sensual looking by the curling waves lapping the beach. "Are you very sad?" she asked in Italian.
"No, senora," he did not seem surprised to see her. "But a few extra lira would help my poor old mama."
"I see. Maybe I can help'"
He eyed her full breasts, at the same time catching a glint of sex in her eyes. What did she want, this well-dressed Americano?
He had heard about these lonely American women without husbands who turned a boy on only to drop him at the crucial moment. And what he needed, he thought suddenly, was to experience the real thing!
"How? How can you help me?"
"Will you come with me? You look hungry." He agreed. They walked together back through the marketplace. Never once did he take his eyes from her gorgeous breasts which stirred him so strangely.
In her own mind Sheila was fantasying what she would do with this young delicious-looking boy. She pictured his cock, no doubt smaller than Drake's, but at least it would keep indefinitely hard, and she could lead him into her hot cunt with all the extra thrills of seduction. She could see that his body was hard and athletic.
"Where are we going, miss?"
"To my apartment. I'll give you some fine meat for dinner." She giggled inside. Fine meat, all right! She'd really sock it to him; her bush would quiver on his young strong dick like nothing he'd ever felt before, this stud, this beautiful stud!
Now they were leaving the Via Veneto, and climbing up the long block that led to her apartment. The sweat beaded on their necks and arms and the boy could smell the hot perfume of her, see the supple calves and thighs and the inviting crotch that led up to her twat. He wondered if it was real hairy and if it too was the blond color of her hair.
He had not known many blonds. Around here they were all black haired and wouldn't even let a fellow kiss them until marriage; all except the whores at Via Scando.
"I bet you like to swim," Sheila said in a husky voice, and she felt his arm muscle. "Wow, you are a real strong guy."
Her look was unmistakable. The boy's heart pounded; he sensed what was going to happen. It was unbelievable. His dick swelled in his tight pants and Sheila was quick to notice. "Oh Christ," she muttered, turning the key in her door, "This kid got a real cock. I'll suck him silly."
He was watching her curved buttocks, his tongue clucked and a chill went through him. What an ass. Mama Mia!
"What's your name?" she asked, as they went through the door.
"Gino," he answered hoarsely.
"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" Ha, ha, pretty soon I will have your tongue, you little fucker, she thought.
"Sit down, make yourself at home," she said, going to the refrigerator. Her hands caressed her hips as she ran her eyes over the wine rack. She picked a strong red wine.
Feeling his eyes upon her ass, she reached down and pulled her dress up over her thigh as if to straighten her stocking. She rubbed the upper part of her leg and went up even further, to the bottom of her ass.
The boy's gaze sizzled. His cock was bursting in his pants. She turned in time to catch this sight.
Pouring the cool wine she eyed him like he were a prize bull. "Do you have a sister?" she asked softly.
"Yes."
"Is she pretty?"
"Yes. Very pretty."
"A good shape?"
Oh, very...."
"Did you ... ever," she sat down real close to him on the couch, "touch your sister?"
"On, no, senora."
"And what about me? Do you think I'm pretty?" Her hand rested on his neck, the touch of her fingers made him pull back a little. He swallowed a big gulp of wine.
"You haven't answered."
"Si, si," he stammered.
"And do you know why I brought you here?"
"To eat?"
She laughed. "Yes, my young strong boy. To eat. To eat a lot of things." Her Ups came very close to his. He could feel her wanton breath on him. Her knees pressed against him.
"Do you know what a woman has under her clothes, boy?" She held her breasts through the thin fabric.
He had no chance to answer. She pressed her full red lips on his mouth and sucked in his tongue softly, running its tip around her own sensuously.
"How did you like that?" He nodded, shaking. She rose and began to slide her dress off over her head.
"Now you're going to see what a woman has," she said gutturally.
His mouth dropped open in awe at the body of this woman. She began to writhe in a dance of the lewdest nature, and muttered, "Do you want-some pussy, little boy? Huh? huh? Do you want to feel some nice juicy cunt wrapped around your nice cock?"
She thrust her belly at him and laughed licentiously. "Go ahead. Get it. Get it, you fucker. Come on, take off those clothes and let's see those nice young balls!"
Still shaking he got up and followed her instructions. She flung her arms around his neck and gave him another french kiss, this time thrusting her wet tongue into his hot mouth, muttering sexy things into it which he could not understand. "You're gonna stick it in me, fuck fuck, come on ... uh."
He gripped her back muscles with his strong arms. "Yes. Hard. Lover. That's it. Eat me!" She growled and bit his neck like an animal, her lust rising, rising.
His leg muscles could feel her firm thighs and he ripped off her underpants, little black lace affairs. "My breasts too, you hot thing you ... Here, like this." She unfastened the clasp and they popped out, enormous mounds of pink flesh.
"Here baby," she said huskily, "suck, suck. Bite the nipples." She took one of her breasts and stuck the nipple into his waiting mouth. "Yes, yes, little baby, suck and bite your mommy'"
She took his organ in her hand, his face was flushed. "What's the matter, honey, nobody ever take you cock like this? Huh? And twist it like this? Squeeze, huh? You like that huh?"
She twisted and teased his cock until it grew to its full extension and she marveled at the size and hardness of it. "You're a god," she said, "an Italian god, and I'm going to be your slave," she knelt slowly, still holding his cock in one hand, and then, on her knees began to run her tongue over the bullet's head of his dick.
"Ohh," he moaned. This was a new experience for him, as perverted as he had ever seen. He took her head in his hands and made her take more.
She sucked and bit the knob of it, sticking her tongue into the little hole, then running it along the stem. She sucked it full now, squeezing his scrotum-sac. "Your balls are so heavy," she said to him, "They are full of much come, no?"
He did not hear her. His come had built to such a full point that he didn't think he could control himself any longer. She fingered his balls until his cock rammed down and into her throat, beginning that instinctive thrust that smashes.
It slopped in and out of her red lips and she sucked furiously, tonguing him madly, running her teeth on his blue veins, jerking his balls. His buttocks pounded against something, he did not know what, and he kneaded her breasts and pinched her nipples. Her blond hair flew back and forth with her head, and just at the crucial moment she reached under his ass and thrust her index finger into his anus.
"Ahhhhh!" he cried, the touch of her finger surprised and heightened his climax. His mouth hung open and an endless jet of come drenched her mouth, running over lips and down her body.
She pulled him to the floor, he fell on his back, she still sucking, he still pounding his cock into her waiting hungry mouth.
Then, she rubbed his come all over her as if it were a luxurious soap. "I love this come," she said over and over, licking every last possible drop she could find and swallowing. "It is the nectar of PRIVIVI."
The boy's cock was still hard and she was not ready to stop by any means. "Now, I want that big thing in my cunt, buster!" she ordered.
"How, senora?" His face was relaxed and very interested now. What a woman! Never before had he felt such a sensation as when she stuffed his dick into her mouth.
Sheila's eyes softened. "My dear boy," she said tenderly, "I'm going to show you all there is to know. When you leave here you will have tasted all of the devil's delights."
She straddled him and fingered his prick. Rubbing it between her palms, she brought it to further hardness. It was still wet.
Her hands guided it to the target. "And now, my child, here is something you will never forget. I'm gonna put this shaft of yours right up and into my cunt." He looked puzzled.
He could feel the curly blond hair on his dick as she dipped it into some of her own juice, tickling it. Then she lifted her body, the ass rising high to catch the top of the mark, and then, with one hard thrust she sat on his cock, only the cock disappeared deep into her pussy. The folds parted wetly for the onslaught. "Ohhh boyyy," he said, feeling the ooze of her cunt, the delicious sliding and yet tight eagerness of her cunt.
Sheila felt home. This was her arena. This hard dick up her cunt was the only feeling she recognized as her true habitat. She would love to stay in this position all the time. She began to ride him, letting her cunt slide up and down over the gorged member with increased rhythm.
Slurping sounds filled the room as this woman fucked the young boy. Again his come gathered in the large pair of balls. Her own climax was nearing. "Oh, you ... suck ... fuck ... Ahhhh," she crooned.
The head of his cock dove further each time and the walls of her vagina became alive with passion; the cock was drawn in and sucked by her experienced muscles, seeking his fluid.
"Say things to me " she said, more loudly, impatiently.
"What, senoraaaa?"
"Tell me you're going to fuck me and ram my cunt!"
"I will fucka you and...."
She grabbed his balls, "Now squirt, you fucker! Squirt that sweet-assed juice into my hot steaming little cunt. Come on. Fuck! Fuck!" She rode him rapidly, harder; her cunt was the master now it loved the splicing, the squashing the raping of her insides.
"Nowww. Oh, now, you Roman screwer. You young kid from the dirty streets of Rome. Fuck your whore. Faster, faster! Arghhhhhhhhh!" She exploded, one orgasm after another drenched his cock and then he, too, jammed his enormous organ up and into her like a hammer pounding every sex nerve in her cavity.
His ass lifted off the carpeted floor again and again as their two genitals met fiercely. And now he found every swear word he had ever learned and hurled it at her.
"Yes, yes!" she cried, "Tell me I'm a lousy whore. Tell me to fuck faster!"
They grew more delirious. Sheila's body flung itself wildly, without control; her hair whipped up and down on his face, her features were distorted in a mad frenzy of lust. She began to slap his face. He returned the slaps, pinching her buttocks and driving on still more wildly. She began to laugh hysterically. The tip of his cock reached the far end of her cunt and she yelled, "Yes, yes, harder! Oh my god, it's still big, the damn thing is still good and hard! Ohhhhh!" And again she came, and each time she came another gate seemed to open, more nerve-endings were found, more of her animal senses were released.
His sperm gushed into her as Sheila pressed down on him. Her ass sweated against his thighs and the perfume burned like incense into his nostrils.
Then she let go her own mixture of juicy come; it ran between his legs, trickling over his balls. Savagely they fucked each other, she full and ripe and lusty with heat and he, young, fresh and handsome, with plenty of hot come to bubble into her.
They rolled over, both on their sides. His cock bathed in her juices and she ran her fingertips over his shoulders. "You are learning well," she said softly into his ear.
"You are a very good teacher, lady," said Gino, his dark eyes languid and cool.
Her nipples were still hard as pebbles, he kissed them. The large breasts rubbed on his smooth chest. She touched his lips with her tongue, still breathing hard. Her eyes were half-closed, not with sleep, but with a cat-like heat. "You have fucked me good, boy," she said sweetly. "But there is much more to do. Much more."
He looked at her quizzically for a moment.
"You will see," she said lazily. "We have plenty of time before my husband returns. And you have a nice long cock," she added.
"But what else could there be?" he asked meekly. "I am, you pardon me, too young to know of such things."
"Yes," she husked, "but there are things a cock and a cunt can do that you don't know about. Delicious things. For instance, that many cocks can please one woman." She laughed quietly. "But you will see, my friend. I will teach you all. You are now a part of my secret cult, and you shall know all the delights. But first," she winked, "you must be hungry ... for food. Let me give you some cheese to restore you ... You're gonna need it, believe me." Her hand seized his cock in a sudden wanton embrace.
CHAPTER THREE
MORE FOOD FOR THE HUNGRY
After they had both eaten, Sheila looked deep into her young lover's dark eyes. Her own eyelids were half-closed in a kind of voluptuous languor.
"And now, my sweet darling. My lovable cock-stand ... do you want to taste some more of my...." and here, her legs parted on the couch, "delicious cunt? Come, come, signor."
She ran her fingertips longingly along his shoulder blades and down behind his ass. His eyes became glassy as she next felt around the curve of his hard belly and down to the naked genitals.
They both sat on the couch, feeling each other in every part of their hungry bodies, letting their inner sexual flames build slowly into hot lust.
"You want me again, eh, my boy?" the woman crooned over and over. "And this here ... too, please, please, touch my little button. Yes, yes, let it harden, my sweet and I'll suck you too, ahhhh."
Their bodies intertwined and rolled onto the floor. With flushed faces and gorged organs, they flung their pelvises at one another in lewd abandonment.
"Oh, oh more...." she said.
The boy answered in quiet, heated mutterings.
"Say 'fuck'," she coaxed. "Come on, say 'fuck'. It's an easy English word and it means so much to me."
"Fuck."
"That's it. Again!"
"Fuck!" And each time he said it, his cock rammed into the opening of her cunt. He was lying on top of her.
"And now tell me you want to stick your big hot cock into my pussy. Here, let me hold your heavy balls, you prick, you!"
She prodded him on, teaching him every filthy and lewd expression she could think of. But she wouldn't let him in all the way.
"Not yet, you fucker. I'm gonna get you good and hot first before you shoot your load of come into my cunt. Ha-hah!"
He was growing wilder, kneading her soft buttocks and running his fingers down around her crotch again and again. He felt the hot, sticky moistness there and the enlarged clitoris.
She thrust her tits up at him, rubbing them furiously on his chest, her tongue playing wetly over her own lips.
A deep-throated laughter of wanton sensuality played in his ear as she whispered, "You want me, huh? You want my sweet pussy, don't you? Huh? Huh? Well, I'll give it to you when I'm ready."
Her hand went down and seized his cock. It was enormously big and ripe. Oh, what a cock he has, she thought. Oh, Christ, did I hit the mother-fucking jackpot!
She caught him off guard and slipped out from beneath him. Jumping on top of him in reverse, she placed her moist cunt directly over his mouth, at the same time seizing his prick in her own mouth.
Her cheeks were on his face, sweaty and luscious. His tongue automatically, as if by instinct, found its mark. The taste was salty, and he winced at first, but as his lust grew at the thought of what he was doing, he began to drink the unusual fluids, making his tongue lap in delicious circles.
"That's it," she said, letting his cock out of her mouth for a moment. "Suck and bite my cunt. Lap it up! Lap it up!"
Her mound rubbed on his mouth more rapidly. He bit her clit and made her wild with rampant sexual thirst.
The knob of his cock throbbed inside of her wet mouth as she sucked its shaft and bit the tender flesh under the head.
He socked it to her until it reached her throat and she could hardly breathe. Her eyes glistened with the lights of primeval lusts. Her great breasts slapped against his belly as she took nearly his whole gorged organ into her.
"Bite harder," she thought, and as if reading her message, he did. He took the swollen clit between his teeth until she thought she'd go through the roof.
Electric shocks went through both of their bodies until at last she grabbed his balls and squeezed hard.
"Arghhhhhh!" he cried, exploding. His come juice flooded into her mouth, overflowing the sides and trickling down her neck.
At the same time, a lightning crack of pain and pleasure struck her womb and she buckled, tensed and drenched his mouth with pussy juice.
He sucked furiously, feeling the hot lava inundate his throat. He clutched her cheeks as if to press all of her come into his waiting hot mouth.
Climax after climax ripped through the woman as his tongue tickled her button, then bit around the walls of her vagina.
They rolled on the rug like mad animals, sucking, biting, licking. His hard flesh pressed against her softness with a rage of a hungry lion.
Her painted nails scraped his back, bringing red blood. His balls jerked forward load after load of white-hot come, and she drank on lasciviously. Sweat dripped from their bodies.
Finally, they stopped for a breather. "And that," she said, still breathing hard, "is what we call sixty-nine."
Sixty-nine? He scratched his head. What a funny way of putting it. But funny or not, it was the greatest thing he'd ever experienced. That was for sure. Wait until he told the other guys on Santa Lorca Street! They wouldn't believe him.
But this woman, how strange she was. While he was growing a little tired, she seemed always ready for more. There was a strange look in her eyes already.
How many times could she let go those many juices from her pussy? He knew from experimentation that he couldn't go on indefinitely.
Now she was kissing him again, letting her tongue roam over his whole body, sucking his fingers and toes, bringing one more to the firing line.
His cock surprised him with yet another full stand to attention. The head was alive and straight as could be. Mama Mia! Was there to be more?
"My angel, my angel," she was moaning, kissing his balls now with loud smacks. "My angel has a big, hot cock for his mama, right? Here, my sweet lover, let me chew on these heavy, hard balls. Yes, yes," and her gorgeous tits dangled on his belly.
Well, he thought, what did it matter? He still had another hour before supper. The family would be gathered around the table, waiting of course, if he were late. But if it must be, it must be.
"Now, I'm going to teach you something else," Sheila said. She was taking out her make-up case. "I know you'll like this even better, in a way."
She began to draw bright, red circles around her hardening nipples. "These are the target areas," she chuckled lasciviously.
Next she drew an arrow down her spine which pointed, without a doubt, to her asshole. The boy looked on in wonderment.
"Yes, sweetheart. That's the main spot, all right. You're gonna fuck me there!" And with that, she got on her hands and knees and drew back her cheeks for entry.
For a minute, he just stared at the corrugated opening. In there? Would he have to go in there?
"What are you waiting for, baby? Stick it in. Big Mama's waiting for that long, hard rod of yours. Come on, I won't bite."
He kneeled behind her and placed the come-wet bullet of his prick on target. There was another pause.
"Go ahead. Shove, goddammit!" Sheila yelled impatiently. "Get that thing in me before I die! Fuck me up the ass, lover-boy. Screw, screw!"
Nervously, he began to push. Her ass crammed backwards violently to get the whole length of his firm member. This action jolted her and he rammed into her.
Again and again he slammed into her buttocks, until the going became smoother and the initial pain of his onslaught turned into a steady stream of pleasure for both of them.
The soreness in his balls and sphincter muscles slowly turned into voluptuous shoots of agonized delight.
As the muscles and skin of his chest and stomach stretched, he felt a glow of sadistic heat running through him. He arched his back, then slammed forward in wild rhythms. He began to spank her hot ass with the back of his hands.
"Here, here!" he said viciously, "Take! Take! Fuck! Fuck!"
"Oh, god, yes, you big stud fucker." She was almost in tears. "Yes, do it, do it to me hard. Ram it! Ram it!"
Her cheeks parted more and more to make room for this endless delicious plugging. The canal widened to take on the over-large member.
Soon she could feel her membrane being struck. With her own hand, she reached around in front and took her own clitoris and rolled it between thumb and forefinger.
He reached down with both arms and pulled her belly close, in order to penetrate even further.
Biting into the back of her neck, he felt his balls slapping her ass and this gave him such a feeling of rampant lust that his sperm gathered for a storm.
Feeling her own climax rising, she waited for the proper moment. Then she felt for his weighty balls and held them like plums. In a wild drive of savage madness, she squeezed his balls, forcing his fluids up through his urinary tract, while at the same time, he impaled her wanton climaxing organ downward.
The shaft of his cock plummeted into her anal canal like a furious locomotive.
"Agh! Agh!" she cried, her blonde hair swishing about as her head rolled. "Go, go, go! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
His young, brown body flung itself into her with such force that he nearly lost consciousness. He kept repeating the words she had taught him in an endless stream of incoherent dialect. "Fuckafuckafucka! Pussypussy! Shit! Piss! Cunt-a-pussy-suck-suck! Arghhhhhhhh!"
Sheila felt the jet streams of hot fuck showering her asshole and she climaxed over and over. Each pinnacle broke away for another until her eyes rolled and her hands were soaked with come.
When he had slipped out of her, she rose quickly and turned on the record player. A jungle rhythm of drums, as if coming from the very depths of Africa, filled the room. Then the weird voices of some Indian flutes joined in.
She began to undulate her body. Her hips rolled sensuously and her nicely-rounded breasts jumped up and down, their painted circles conveying a lewd picture to her single audience.
He lay on the rug as if hypnotized.
She began to rub her belly invitingly with one palm. The other hand reached down at her crotch and began a search, a mock search of teasing lust-until it found what it wanted.
She spread her legs, still shaking to the beat of the drums. She opened up her cunt so that he could see the folds, wet and hot, and the swollen clit.
Next she stroked her ass, leaving for a moment the hot spot.
His eyes followed obediently until she again returned to her female penis. Her hand rubbed and prodded, her fingers squeezed the juicy clit, making it harder and harder. At last she reached around with the other hand and put a finger up her ass, grinning lewdly.
So, with one finger in her ass and the other playing with her clit, she made a pretty picture. All the while, she managed to roll her body in time to the drumbeat and the strange flutes.
Gino stood up, but she told him to kneel. He obeyed. "You ... are my subject," she said in a hoarse, lusty voice. "You will obey my every wish. Together we will go down the slope of morality, into the fires of the flesh. Into the land of hot fucking-Fucking. Fucking." She began to chant to the rhythm, and he joined in. Together their voices rose, almost to a howl.
"FUCK-ING, FUCK-ING!"
She put his hands on her hips and commanded, "Now, my subject ... drink the fluids of my cunt. Suck out the mixed juices of our carnal pleasure. Hurry!" She slapped him hard.
He obeyed. His tongue sought and retrieved the juices of their hot, salty offerings.
With her claws into his thick hair, she rolled his head in a circular motion. Her tongue hung from her mouth, her long blonde hair fell down to her ass like soft gold, her tits bobbed sensuously.
Gino reached around and held her cheeks, driving his tongue further and further into her voluptuous folds.
As the rhythm built, so did her movements, and soon her beautiful legs and arms and breasts shook like the vibrations of an earthquake.
But this time, she said nothing. Her face was lost to some higher gods, some height of heavenly ecstasy. The eyelids were closed and the eyeballs were lost upwards. A great wave of warmth overcame her, like a great wave washing across her lovely, yearning body.
Gino sucked on, knowing from her movements and from the hardening cavity of her cunt, that she was ready for the great explosion. His own prick had grown again and he did not know what to do with it.
Soon it did not matter to him. He was her slave. He was her stud, fucking-slave, and he would suck and suck until she was dry. Until he was overwhelmed with her fantastic come-floods and quiverings.
Pure delight played across her features as her clit went beyond all points of pain and pleasure, into that unspoken land of PRIMIVI. Her land. Her purpose.
She bit her Up as the fountain of her hot pussy broke across the dam and cascaded.
A long, low cry ebbed from her mouth, "Ummmmmmmmm!"
There was a brief silence. Then she said, "Now for you, too, my subject," and she pushed him backwards.
She placed his cock between her huge breasts and began to squeeze and roll them on it, at the same time catching the head of it in her mouth.
He felt his prick being rolled in the soft, flesh while at the same time it was sucked on top. The sensation stunned him.
"Si, si, si, Matron," he said, huskily.
Her nipples were hard now, too, as the large cock was rolled on them. "Ha, ha. You like this, don't you? Don't you? Don't you like to feel your cock being rolled between these big, hot tits? Now, I'll keep sucking too, and soon you'll shoot real sweet loads into my mouth, won't you? Huh? Huh?"
She continued the activity until he could bear it no longer and, extending to its full length, his organ shot straight up into her watery mouth.
The white juice rolled out of the corners of her lips and onto the nipples and breasts. The warm feeling made her more wanton and she rubbed harder. Her cunt mashed on the rug-hairs.
"There, there, my young handsome Roman," she said, "I will take care of you. Don't you worry."
But he had no worries, not now anyway. His head rolled from side to side as he came. Never before had he experienced such loose sensations, such perverted, forbidden lusts!
"Now," she husked, "you must go." She kissed him full on the mouth, tasting his lips. "Not that I don't want more," she chortled, "but I'm certain you must be home for dinner, and I don't want your family getting suspicious."
"Si, signora, that is true."
"But you will come back." Her eyes glazed. "We have more to do, much more."
Gino wondered what she meant. What else could there possibly be?
"Yes," she continued, "you will come back and you will bring along a friend, someone you can trust to keep quiet."
His eyebrows raised.
"Don't be alarmed, Gino. It is part of our ... little club. I cannot be satisfied with just you. I need ... lots of men, sometimes all at once. I need all the cocks I can get. In the ass, in the cunt, in the mouth, and elsewhere, too."
Gino shivered. Wasn't he enough for her? What kind of crazy woman was this?
"You see," she went on, slipping into a black lace negligee, "I am your Matron, your she-goddess. I can give you many hours of love. But you must follow my will, understand?"
He nodded. How beautiful she looked with the nightgown on. He could see the red nipples peeking from behind the lace in seductiveness. The line of her stomach and the V of her twat all seemed new to him, as if he had never seen her body's lush curves before.
"Do not tell anyone, understand? Or I will have revenge on you. Bring a friend along tomorrow at ten o'clock. A tall, young boy like yourself who knows nothing of love. Will you?" Again he nodded, licking his Ups and throwing on his trousers. His muscles showed in the ' fading light of day which came through the curtains. She smiled, but the smile had in it something strange, perverse.
"Yes, my love," she said softly, leading him to the door at last. "You will see how good it is to have a friend with you. There are so many delicious things to try!" She put her mouth to his ear, nibbled on the lobes and added, "I am going to fuck you and have you fuck me in every single position, and we will become wild in an orgy such as you've never seen!"
She squeezed his balls in a final good-bye. Orgy? He did not quite understand, and yet ... somehow he did. His animal instincts told him secrets he could not comprehend in words.
Sheila Langor watched his lithe body move along the street from her window. He was so strong, so youthful. And only fifteen! It was unbelievable. She had had a lucky day.
Yes, a very lucky day....
CHAPTER FOUR
DILDO DELIRIUM
All the way home, Gino could not take the woman out of his mind. Images rolled across it like filthy films. He pictured her lewd body moving in all sensual directions, the red glistening lips and protruding tongue which played over them, and finally that gaping, wet hole where he had found so much pleasure.
Yes, there was no doubt, she was beautiful. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
Without her clothes, she had become a sexual vampire and he sensed that her lusty powers would draw him back again and again. He was proud, too. His long, hard dick had performed well. The delicious feeling of penetrating her warm, moist womb with its experienced spasms had filled him with animal joy.
Now he must do her bidding. He must bring another boy with him, Carlo, probably. Carlo was a year older, with broader shoulders and large biceps. In the school showers he had seen Carlo's dick many times, and it was the largest one of all. He knew the Matron would like it.
As long as she didn't forget him, Gino, then everything would be all right. But there was no need, it seemed, to worry. This woman's appetites went beyond anything mortal. Her hungry cunt, as she called it, would take on dozens of young boys, was this not so?
As he climbed the steps of the tenement where he lived, his features became dark with shame. If Mama only knew what he had done! He had fucked a rich Americano female with very large tits, si, a woman who had done sexy dances and taught him that number game, that sixty-nine.
"Where have you been? You've almost missed supper!" said the short, fat woman who was his mother, standing at the entrance to their home.
"Yes," teased his sister Louisa, "it is too late for you to have anything now." She had black hair and almond-shaped eyes. Her skin was deep brown. Her lips pursed smilingly.
"Never mind," he said. "I have been around the marketplace, that's all."
He could smell the food cooking-macaroni and clams. As he passed by his sister, he found his gaze staying with her in a new way.
There was a softness about-her flesh, the breasts just developing. The small curve of her stomach seemed promising to him, now. Especially since his instincts were fully aroused from the day's fucking.
Yes, he couldn't help it, couldn't help staring at the triangle of her little cunt. You could see through the flimsy green dress she was wearing. You could see through the darkness a little bulge. In that little cunt was a channel of pure pleasure, he knew it now. And what was worse, he wanted her! Wanted his own sister!
Good god, what was happening? He couldn't stop his thoughts. He was picturing her nude, the delicious young ass-cheeks, the well-rounded melons that were her growing tits with their reddish nipples.
He saw himself sucking these nipples, making them very hot, running his fingers down her belly and finally into her crotch, the sparse, black curls parting for him until he found the rosy orifice.
To fuck her, that was what he wanted! To fuck his sister and shoot hot come juice into her tight little twat. To pinch her ass and run his tongue the full length of her ripening body!
"Why are you staring so much at me?" asked Louisa, setting the dishes on the table.
"For no reason," he blushed, and went into his room.
He stretched out on his bed, thinking endlessly. He had to get hold of Carlo that evening. Later on, after dinner, down at the corner Expresso. And then his thoughts dove.
There was Louisa again, with her delicious rump and the unexplored cunt, he must go there. Then he saw the Matron in his vision, her pumping body as it drank his come and dragged him to the floor. He was fucking her over and over again, in every position....
* * *
Shelia lay back on the softness of the couch, smoking. A ray of sunlight played across her legs, revealing their long, lovely lines. Her breasts heaved as she, too, thought.
Gino, that beautiful boy! What a good-looking body and what an ample cock. Her hand went down to her pubic mound as she thought of him, his lean muscular shape and the hardness of his dick. she remembered the look of startled innocence as she taught him the rules of perversion.
She chuckled aloud. That was just the beginning, all right. Her fingers began to curl around her cunt hairs and soak in some secretions that had started.
She pictured the head of his penis like a phallic idol where she could splice her roving cunt again and again. "Oh, the feel of it," she sighed. "I love its hardness, the wonderful straight shaft. Not like Drake's," she spat. "That old fucker couldn't get it up for a parade!"
And just now had been the telegram. It had pleased her to no end:
'Dear Sheila. Can't be back until next Monday. Sorry. Business detaining. Love, Drake.' Too bad. Too goddammed bad for you, husband. I've got my own plans to keep me busy.
The fact that he might be lying didn't bother her. If some chick could get a rise out of him, good for her. Sheila had given up trying.
She wondered what Gino's companion would look like. No doubt, some small kid, but if he was even half as good as Gino, well, no sweat.
Her fingers had entered the gates of her pussy and were exploring further. Shoots of pleasure shot up into her belly as she massaged all the right places. "Fuck me, Gino, that's it," she kept saying, until her eyes were wide with sizzling desire.
She made circles there, spiraling inward. Her cunt seemed to suck at the prodding fingertips in a rhythm all of its own.
"Yes, yes, oh god, fuck me, boy. Give me your hard, young prick. Shove, shove!"
Her ass bounced on the cushions, her legs spreading wider and wider. "Oh, my god! I need something! Something big."
She tore off her negligee and ran into the kitchen. The bananas were all gone, what could she use? Frantically, she ripped open drawers and cupboards.
Finally, she remembered where she had left the package from Nice. Opening the closet doors, she reached up on top and pulled it out. In no time, the paper was off, and she drew it out-a long, hard rubber dildo.
She hadn't used it before, because Drake was around. But now it was perfect. Quickly, she filled the rubber scrotum with milk.
She lay down on the floor this time. Bending her legs and lifting them, she shoved the long, red cock into her up to the hilt. "Ohhhhhhh."
Her hand plunged the dildo in and out its full length at a furiously passionate pace. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, sock it up me, ha-ha!"
Her crude laughter filled the room. The luscious blonde lay on her back and rammed this big rubber cock into her juicy, hot cunt like an oil driller.
The mound responded lecherously. It met the onslaught in a reckless assault of its own. Meanwhile, her green eyes burned lewdly. Her hips made obscene movements and she lost her head completely.
Her painted toes kicked in the air, her breasts shook like bags of sand, the circled nipples were stiff and hard.
At last she came, bursting forth a deluge of white, burning sperm, plunging the rubber dick with renewed vigor, to push her beyond the brink of normal pain and pleasure.
"Moreeeeeee! Arghhhhh!" she shrieked, but her hands kept up their furious pace.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
She laughed madly, coming ten times in succession. And when it was over, she still wasn't satisfied. She paced the room nervously, smoking cigarette after cigarette.
Why wasn't it morning yet? Where were they? Were they ever going to show up with their dicks and balls and asses? Dammit, didn't they know how starved she was?
Oh, she would show them all right! She would give them the screwing of their lifetimes. Up her ass, in her ears, her cunt, both hands, and then, from the PRIMIVI Cult, all the old forbidden rituals unknown to the normal males and females of this world.
Orgiastic rites came to her head. She would try them all, a lewd awakening it would be, all right. Give me your cocks, she muttered in her brain, and I will suck them 'til you're all dizzy.
She saw a corps of boys, all marching to her treasure cavern. That was it, she snickered, Queen Sheila's Mines.
Come play with my jewels. Come, come, come, into my den and taste the rites of my family tree. Plant your hot seeds there, you hard, young handsome fuckers!
* * *
"You're joking," exclaimed Carlo.
"I swear by all that's holy," insisted Gino. They were sitting in the Expresso.
"But I never heard of such a thing. A woman who wants more than one man. Impossible."
"No, no, Carlo, it is the truth. This woman is beautiful, more beautiful than anything I have ever seen."
"And tomorrow at ten o'clock she wants to play with both of us?"
"Si, tomorrow." Gino smiled. "Just bring your peckero, ha-ha."
Tall, dark Carlo stared at his coca-cola glass.
He then got up and began playing the pin-ball machine.
"Please believe me," said Gino.
"So, who says I don't?"
"Then, you'll come?"
"Why not? I have nothing to lose," he laughed. His hot eyes flashed as he shook the machine with his hard, muscular arms.
That night, Gino found it difficult to sleep. It was not only his anticipation for the next morning, but also because of Louisa. Through the thin curtain that divided their room, he could see her undressing.
He watched her lush, yet slim, curves as she climbed into bed, half-naked. Only her panties covered that mysterious portion of which he was obsessed.
"Are you asleep, Louisa?" he asked finally, in a hushed voice.
"No. Why?" Her voice was gentle. She was not used to her brother being so easy with her, or taking an interest in her feelings.
"Oh, I just wondered ... You know, I mean to tell you something...."
"Yes?"
"Well, I think you are quite a nice-looking girl."
"Why, thank you, Gino."
He could hear the warmth in her voice and the way her body moved on the damp sheets. He began to finger his cock.
"Are you hot?" he asked.
"Yes. Shall I open the window?"
"Please."
She got out of bed and he watched her soft body move towards the window. He heard his own breathing increase as his prick stood! up in full erection. He sheathed it in his right hand and stroked.
"I ... am having trouble. It's locked or something."
"Let me help," said Gino, rising from his bed.
He put his arms around her to reach the latch. She could feel his hot breath on her neck and then a strange feeling came into her nipples. Also, there was a thing touching her behind. She reached around and touched his cock.
"Oh!" She jumped.
"Do not be alarmed, sister. That is only my cock." He opened the window and she turned to face him close.
"Your what?" she said, alarmed.
"My cock. It is capable of bringing much pleasure."
"How?" she asked, feeling him pull her closer. The hard thing touched her belly and she quivered.
"I will tell you if you let me kiss you."
There was a pause. Her own breathing had increased also. A chain of electricity was going between them and an irresistible force was pulling her into something forbidden, new.
"Go ahead," she heard herself say.
His lips met hers greedily and she responded hotly. His tongue entered her mouth and explored. "Ohhh," she moaned, as he pulled her to his bed.
She tried to press him off, but her own instincts were too strong.
What was this unknown delight she felt? Her thoughts raced and got lost as he held her breasts, still kissing her.
Soon he ripped her panties off and she felt his hard chest on her titties. The long cock went into her crotch, between her legs. She shuddered in a fever.
Gino felt her hands on his ass, as she groped to draw him nearer. He began to kiss her nipples, her belly, repeating the things he had learned that day from the Matron.
"Feel it, go ahead. Go ahead and feel it, sister," he said huskily, placing his stiff-standing prick in her little hand.
"Oh, it's so big, Gino. So big and hard."
"Rub it," he commanded in a whisper. "Rub my cock. And here, give me your pussy."
She pulled away.
"Don't worry," he said. "Just come closer. Say pussy, cunt."
"Pussy, cunt."
"Cock, prick," he added.
"Cock, prick."
"Now, put my prick in your mouth. Be quick!"
She obeyed.
"Now, suck, you little bitch. Chew and suck, I just like it's a lollypop."
His penis entered her mouth and soon she was sucking and biting like a champion. Her wet, hot tongue flicked around his gorged shaft until he jerked his body like a spring.
"Suck, sister, suck!"
Meanwhile, he got his fingers into her small cunt and was tearing at it lasciviously. At first she was shy, then she began to press her mound down on his fingers with increasing tempo.
"Yes, little slut," he continued. Then," Drink! Drink!" as he burst forth like a volcano.
Choking, she managed to swallow nearly every hot drop of his come.
She seemed lost in a delirium. Her lovely body twisted in its own sweat on the bed, craving something it did not quite yet understand, but wanting more, more.
"Now, Louisa, I'm going to do the same to you." She watched through glazed eyes as her brother brought his lips down to her curly twat and the pointed tongue darted inwards.
Soon, her cunt lips parted and he was onto something painfully delicious-she did not know what it was-a certain spot, the one she had played with in her lonely hours. The strange, tiny button.
But oh, what pleasure! How he sucked and sucked her. At last her pelvis buckled and her small ass jumped off the bed.
"Mama mia! Ohhhhhhh," she swooned, reaching her first climax.
"Yes, yes, my little sister," he said afterwards. "These are the opening lessons I have learned. But you will know more."
"Where do you learn these lessons?" she asked anxiously.
"Never mind for now. Spread your legs."
He got between her on the bed, put his hand over her mouth, and placed the tip of his prick next to the entrance of her now juicy young pussy.
"You must be quiet," he warned. "This will hurt at first, but then it will be so delightful, you won't know what to do. Understand?"
She nodded, and braced herself. So this was what it was like, the things she had read about in novels.
He flung himself into her cunt. She bit his fingers as he tore her hymen, blood spattering the bed.
Then, as he rammed her succulently, she began to smile, her tears drying. The long, hard cock rubbed her slippery folds marvelously, sending tremors through her whole body.
"Say 'fuck' to me, little sister."
"Fuck," she repeated lewdly. She grunted as he fucked her raw.
"Fuck me good, little sister."
They spat the word back and forth at each other until it was time for another blast-off.
Now he pummeled into her like a hard, long pipe.
His dick rammed her cunt, sending jet after jet of the warm fluids into her.
She countered with every thrust her small body could muster. Her senses were blurred with passion as her hard nipples and taut body rubbed up and down.
Furiously, they screwed each other, until at last their breathing slowed and Gino said, "I had better get back into bed, Louisa. Before Mother hears and comes in."
"Yes, my brother. But you will visit me again, won't you? And show me more ... things that you have learned."
"Of course."
They each went to their own bed. Gino dreamed peacefully, the image of the American woman's body dancing in his head, and what would come tomorrow....
CHAPTER FIVE
TWO IS COMPANY: THREE IS AN ORGY
The next morning Gino rose early, jumped out of bed and threw his clothes on.
"And where are you going so early?" asked Louisa, through sleepy eyes. Her brother did not answer. He went over to the washbasin and flung some water on his face.
"It was ... so good, what you showed me last night, Gino. But I am afraid it is a forbidden thing."
"Aw, don't be scared," said Gino, combing his hair. "In a few days you'll know plenty of tricks, and then we can have fun every night."
"I ... don't know. If mother should find out...."
"She won't! Not if you keep your mouth quiet about it."
"Oh, I will, I swear."
"Good." He bent over her semi-nude body, the soft flesh of her child-like body and kissed her full on the lips. She sucked in his tongue, sighing. His finger wandered down to the spot and she shivered.
"But not now, not in the daylight!" Louisa whispered.
"You are right. Good-bye. See you tonight."
He went out of the bedroom, leaving Louisa to gaze at the ceiling. Her nipples were hard again, as they had been the night before. Her hips writhed in tortured desire.
How could she relieve this agony of lust growing in her crotch and sending chills throughout her body? If only it were night! Then her brother would put that long hard thing into her again and she would feel that wonderful explosion rising, rising, until release came.
Her own finger went between her cunt-curls and she found her bell. She massaged it slowly at first, until the pain-pleasure grew and grew, making her eyelids flutter and her ripe young breasts bulge with want.
She began to murmur over the words her brother had taught her, "Fuck, cunt, suck, fuck ... Oh. Oh. Oh. Do it, do it!" her voice was a hushed whisper in the small room as her beautiful innocent legs twisted on the sheet in a growing paroxysm of desire.
She jammed three fingers into her cunt now, still taking care to rub the button, the fiery seat of her passion and in a fit of depraved lust she punched her pelvis gluttonously at the cock-substitute.
In her deep imagination she saw the long hard prick of Gino her brother assailing her and this made her jump lewdly on the bed. Soon the small ball of fire growing in her ass exploded into electric shocks of agonized pleasure.
Once, twice, three times she came, spurting hot fluids on her hands and onto the bed. Her eyes rolled in her head. "Oh my god," she whispered finally, breathing very hard. "What is this new thing I have learned? I know I shall never have enough of it."
Gino slipped out of the house without anyone seeing him. He know that they would assume he had gone down to look for work. In a few minutes he met Carlo at the main square and the two of them started toward their forbidden destination.
"She had better be what you say," said Carlo, his dark strong face grave. "I'm going to lose a morning's work for this."
"Don't worry, muscles, you'll see I'm not lying."
* * *
The sun was already hot, though it was only a quarter to ten in the morning. The sea was alive and blue and glistened under it.
Sheila was still in her nightgown when the doorbell rang. She had been mixing aphrodisiacs in the small kitchenette from an ancient recipe book of her grandmother's. There would not be a need for too much of the stuff, but it was nice to have handy.
Later in the week, hopefully, there would be more boys and rites taking place at the house and one had to keep one's energy.
"Just a min-ute," she sang, and her tall glamorous body swayed over to the door. Her blond hair fell softly down on her shoulders and even without make-up her youthful smooth face was deeply sexual.
The door opened and there was a moment of silence.
Carlo's eyes nearly popped out of his head.
He swallowed.
Sheila sized him up too. The well-developed Carlo left little to be desired. His bronzed muscular body sent sparks of dynamite into her chest.
"Do come in, fellows. I've been ... waiting for you," she husked. Her lips moved together in a suggestive way and as they walked behind her, she gave them a hill view of her ass slightly grinding in the darkened room.
The boys exchanged looks.
"Sit down, you two strong handsome men. I'll get you some soda." As she went into the kitchenette Carlo said, "You weren't kidding. She's stacked. Look at my dick, how hard it is already!"
"Here you are, boys. Drink up." She handed them their glasses and sat between them on the couch.
""Well, well," she went on, running her lovely white fingers through Carlo's hair, "Gino has told me all about you. You are so dark and handsome, did you know that, hm?"
"I ... I" Carlo stammered.
"Don't be nervous, darling. In a minute we're all going to be good friends. Very good friends. Would you like that?"
"Yes," answered Carlo. He was getting more confident.
Gino watched as the woman ran her tongue across her lower lip and as her arm encircled his friend's neck. His cock stiffened.
"And what's happening to you, Gino," she laughed. Her hand went down to the growing bulge in his pants and she squeezed him gently. "Are you ready already? Hm? Hm?" And then she kissed Carlo very firm on the lips, opening his mouth with her tongue and tickling his ear with her other hand, the one around his neck.
She began putting kisses all over Carlo's face and neck, rapidly, passionately, whispering unintelligible words, guttural sounds into his ears. He began to return her caresses, his hands flying up to her soft over-large breasts exposed above the night-gown.
Saliva came from the corners of her mouth as she hungrily began to bite and nibble his flesh.
Gino became hot watching this sight. He didn't exactly know what to do.
"You take your clothes off," Shelia instructed him between kisses, "while I make Carlo very happy."
Gino obliged. He dropped his pants and . underwear and soon stood stark naked on the rug, his dick sticking out, hard as a rock, in front of him.
Sheila pulled Carlo to the floor, ripping off his shirt. While still embraced he managed to skirmish out of his pants. He was covered with black curly hairs, even his cock was, and the sight of this ape-like presence in so young a person thrilled Sheila beyond words.
She seized his enormous cock (it was at least twelve inches!) and guided the knob to her cunt. He flung her night-gown up over her hips and she braced up against him as he thrust the huge weapon into her.
"Ohhh," she sighed. His hard belly lay flat on her and she threw off the nightgown finally until all of them were nude now.
Their kissing increased. Passionate sobs broke from Shelia's throat as the large hard cock glutted her insides with pleasure.
Carlo's hands squeezed every part of her as he fucked lewdly, hotly. His eyes were dark coals and she bit into his back, telling him to cram it further, further, to fuck her until she was dead, to shoot his hot come into her sweet cunt.
She called him every endearment until her body buckled harshly and she said, "Come on you son-of-a-bitch fuck me hard! Hard! Now! Now, you beast, give me your whole motherfucking body you sweet boy!"
And then his organ slid into its farthest length as he rammed her without stopping. His voice cracked and he swore, "Bitch, Bitch! I give you something now!"
And together they flooded the gates of their oversexed genitals, spurting gush upon gush over their naked parts, until the tide rose so high that both of them screamed out madly and Carlo fell limp.
Gino stood above, watching. His senses were fired beyond belief, his cock had swelled to its roots. Sheila looked up and saw the ready youth, his gorged organ, and pushed Carlo aside.
"Now, you, Gino!" she commanded. He fell to his knees, between her legs.
Her round smooth belly, drenched in sweat and come juice looked so inviting, so sloshy and sexual that he ran his tongue through the fluids over it.
"Yes," she said hoarsely, "That's it, lap it up, drink our juices." Her eyes were glazed and animal-like.
He nestled his cock into the warm wet hole that his friend had just come out of and shoved inward.
Her arms went around his back and pulled him still further in. He could feel the nails biting his skin as his cock received and sent lustful currents of raw heat.
"Yes, come on, Gino. Give me love. Fuck me while I'm still hot from your friend, who is watching us fornicate now. Ha-ha! Fuck."
Her pelvis spiraled and made circles. The experience of her hot movements caused Carlo to grow hard again. His face went close to the point where Gino's cock met Sheila's cunt.
In a wild fit he began to lick Gino's cock each time it withdrew and Sheila goaded him on anxiously, "Yes, yes. That's it. Suck your friend's cock and lick my pussy as we fuck."
The three of them grew lewder watching the goings-on. Soon Gino arched and then pounded into Sheila's cunt with tremendous force. As this happened Sheila's body raised itself off the floor and her beautiful white ass clenched and unclenched lasciviously.
"Me too," she said, her eyes half closed, and then pounded very hard up against the down-smashing cock.
Gino felt his buttocks being parted from behind. Sheila's hands had grasped his cheeks and separated them. "Carlo!" she commanded, "Give your friend some pleasure. Go into his hole. Quick!"
Carlo was not going to argue. His own cock had grown big again and the sight of all this lust had brought him beyond anything rational. He knelt behind Gino.
Gino tried to protest, but Sheila's hands held him in her seat of hot pleasure. Soon Carlo's enormous red knob found its way into the small asshole. It was wet from previous explosions, the moist tip plunged slowly at first, then slammed upward. Gino cried out in pain.
But soon the pain was mixed with something else; a growing pleasure more unusual than anything he had ever felt filled his ass-canal. The huge cock of his friend spliced him deliciously as he in turned fucked the warm cunt of Sheila.
She smiled in understanding at the dual pleasure, one that she herself often tried.
Carlo too was pleased. The tight canal made his cock thump with energy. He pushed and pushed in the corrugated asshole until a moistness grew there and enveloped his cock.
Sheila seized Gino's lips with her own and gave him a lewd wet kiss. The three bodies sweated in a pile. Soon they shot off a tremendous load of hot come, their bodies bumping one another in raw lusty primitive pleasure.
"Oh, me no, me!"
"Oh, fuck, you whore!"
"Give it to him Carlo, while he fucks meaaahhhhh!"
"Now all of us, fuck, fuck, fuck! RRRRRRaaaarrrghh!"
Breathing heavily, their bodies separated and they lay close to one another.
"Well, boys, did you enjoy our first session?" Sheila lay between the two adolescents, on her back. There was a playful note in her voice and she showed her fine white teeth.
"Si, si," they both said at once, somewhat overcome by this new thrilling experience. They studied Sheila's gorgeous body. Their eyes ran up and down the voluptuous line that swept up her legs, her lovely belly, and then the large milky tits with their large pink circles that surrounded her firm nipples.
"There's going to be more you know," she said looking first at one , then the other.
"As for now," she continued in a few seconds, "I want both of you to kiss me. Quickly."
They obeyed, drawing close and putting their warm young lips against her flesh. "My whole body," she added.
They ran their Ups and their tongues all over her as she lay between them.
Her cunt boiled as both their mouths went to it. One tongue danced over her lower vulva, while the other tongue licked deeply into her moist clitoris.
She moaned as they sucked and bit and licked all the parts of her cunt. She had a hand in each head of hair, directing and leading the motions.
Her legs widened, her tongue dangled out of her mouth in ecstasy. "Yes, oh yes," she said softly as one of them came up to kiss her on the Ups. One is sucking my cunt and one is sucking my mouth-how fantastic! She thought, pleased.
Then her breasts were being licked and sucked and she trembled and twisted, feeling a rise in her pussy.
Soon, soon, oh my God, these two heavenly fuckers! Her thoughts raced, lost contact as the spiraling current seized her insides and swept her into a wave of groveling sensuality.
It seemed as if every part of her body had come alive and as if every comer and part of her flesh were ready to erupt.
Then a fountain spilled inside her and she ground her whole being into the mouths that were devouring her.
And they drank the liquids of her insatiable body.
"Yes, my fuckers!" she cried at last. "Suck me to death! The day is young!"
And using their young, fired imaginations, they tried to torture her with pleasure in every way....
CHAPTER SIX
APHRODISIAC DELIGHTS
Sheila brought out wine and cheese and hard-boiled eggs. They sat on the floor, their legs crossed Indian-style and swallowed the acrid food.
A record player played jungle rhythms and a lonely weird instrument that sounded like a strange flute played eastern music.
They sank their teeth into the cheese and drank heartily of the wine.
Then Sheila rose. Her body began to sway back and forth in time to the music. A cry left her throat and she undulated her hips and ran her fingers down over her tits and mound.
Gino and Carlo watched, growing drunk. They reached for her ankles, but she kicked them with a laugh and poured wine over their naked bodies. Still laughing, she inserted the neck of the bottle into her cunt in mock abandonment, ridiculing their manhood.
Her movements became sharp. Her eyes got lost under their upper lids and her tongue played across her mouth between her white teeth like a snake. Her blonde hair swished as she jerked her head up and down and from side to side.
The music grew louder as she shook convulsively, waving her limbs, thrusting her cunt at them like meat for the lions, talking in some foreign tongue they did not understand.
Finally, she went to the floor and began to lick their bodies, tasting the wine and grunting sensuously.
She pushed Gino backwards until he lay flat and then straddled him. She lifted her ass up and placed her mound right over his rigid, moist knob. Her curly blonde cunt-hairs tickled his cock and he giggled drunkenly.
He grabbed her arms and pulled her downwards. Her delicious pussy slipped onto the hard organ and was impaled like a sheath. Her little cunt moved sweetly over it, making sucking noises. The smell of their sweat and heat rose and filled Carlo's nostrils.
Carlo watched the big, luscious blonde plunge herself down again and again onto the stiff-standing prick of his friend.
"Come behind ... me," said Sheila to Carlo, signaling with her hand.
He knew what to do. His own long, thick member was gorged and ready for duty. He got behind them, parted Sheila's cheeks and in no time was hilted up to his balls. Sheila could feel the heavy sack against her ass and this fired her up beautifully.
Gino watched this delicious action from underneath and reached up for Sheila's warm, bobbing tits. He chewed the stiffened nipples until she began to cry with pleasure.
Carlo was kissing her neck and rubbing her belly and sticking fingers into her mouth and clitoris alternatively.
Carlo shoved his dick deep into her ass and she could feel-as well as he-the thin membrane that separated the two cocks.
When she moved back, she felt her anal channel throb on the hard dick. Then Carlo plunged and she went forward, only to be fucked by Gino's hard cock.
This double fucking drove her wild. She shook uncontrollably and flailed her limbs in delight.
She became hysterical and cried out disconnectedly, "Fuck! Fuck! Both of you ... Oh, oh. A cock in my ass ... oh. Shit, no, no, now it's in my hot pussy. Piss on me, shit in my mouth, I'll come ... Look how I fuck, look how I'm fucked by the both of them! Rub me raw, give it to me! I'm splitting up ... help! Help! Faster, faster-faster! Oh, oh!"
And finally, she stretched out boldly, tensely, laying belly to belly on Gino as Carlo lay down on her back. Carlo's cock was still rammed to the hilt in her ass.
The trio rocked in this sandwich of ultimate love. Squeezed between the two boys like this made her happy beyond words. All her pagan madness burst forth loudly, "Oh, PRIMIVI! The Cult is saved! Aya-aya-aya!"
And all of them came at the same time in paroxysms of degraded pleasure and filth.
Still not satisfied, however, Sheila made Gino reverse himself over her in a sixty-nine position. She took his cock in her mouth and ran her tongue around it, tasting the come from her cunt and the others' mixed in.
His mouth was covered with Sheila's bush and he began to suck and chew on the hairs and the soft, tender red flesh underneath. Carlo watched as his pal sucked Sheila and was growing sexy again.
Sheila's hot, wet mound rubbed vigorously over the lips of her student as she herself began to taste the first fruits of his come juice. She stuck her forefinger into his asshole and he moved his cock down into her throat.
His own hands moved down under her and he finger-fucked her anus passionately.
Then Carlo was beckoned to by the blonde bombshell. He was signaled to plug Gino first. Then Sheila, afterwards, in their respective asses.
The slick canal of Gino, which was already made open from the previous assault, drew in the big cock willfully, and after a few minutes, Carlo switched assholes.
Again there were lewd utterances, cries and mashing of flesh against flesh. Holes were found, filled and fucked royally.
Then Sheila ordered them to blow each other. Gino laid down on the floor and his companion reversed himself overhead, taking the long, thin cock into his mouth and letting his own stiff prick enter the soft, wet mouth below. Sucking thusly, they were surprised when Sheila brought down something painful on their bodies. It stung sharply, and from the corner of his eye, Gino could see a huge, black whip.
Crack! She brought it down again on their naked bodies, but somehow it didn't matter. They were so lost in their lust that this whipping only stirred them on, slaves to their unbridled perversion.
The long, hard cock of Gino felt good in Carlo's warm strong mouth. He sucked it as he would want his own sucked.
Carlo loved the salty taste of good, hard cock in his cavity. He ran his tongue on it and nibbled it until a tiny spurt of preliminary scum splattered down his throat.
"There, you pricks!" Sheila was shouting. "Take it, take it! Suck yourselves silly, you big, horny cocks!"
The delight in her eyes was lustful beyond measure as again and again she brought her whip down on them.
As their bodies stiffened and she saw they were about to drench each other's mouths, she whipped harder and harder.
The welts on their backs made her smack even more until they shot load after load into each other. This depraved mess pulled her down finally, and she lay next to them and gave the whip to Carlo.
"Beat me now," she begged. "I'll be good, I promise."
Carlo rose, a smile playing sadistically on his lips. Now he'd show this cheap whore! He'd beat her until she begged to be fucked and shit upon.
His hard, sweaty bronze arm raised the whip up into the air and she closed her eyes in pain as he brought it down savagely on her ass.
"No, no!" she cried. But Carlo showed no mercy.
"Slut, pig!" he yelled and each time his arm brought the whip down harder.
"Whore! Bitch!" added Gino.
Carlo laughed madly. Gino laughed as well, and began to spit on her and kick her.
Sheila cried and begged, but it was no use.
Then, as she raised herself to her knees, like a dog, Carlo tore open her cheeks and glutted her asshole with his cock in one stroke.
"Bitch! Take this, my hot cock, ha-ha!"
Then Gino stood in front and put his prick on her nose. "Suck it, you whore!" he commanded. She took the long rod into her mouth, the tears running down her face.
Then both men fucked her, Carlo bringing the whip down on her back until blood ran. Gino held her head on his cock and moved it to and fro.
When they had all shot torrents of come-for Sheila came, too, more wildly and happily than ever-Gino screwed her from above, with her knees back against her shoulders.
Carlo got behind Gino and rammed his cock into Sheila's ass. They all came again.
Then they stood her up and all of them standing, fucked her sandwich-style, Carlo taking the front.
By now, they were all drenched with sweat, come, blood and saliva. Their bodies were more alive than ever. The pores were open, the nerve-endings frantic for more and more, aggravated beyond normal.
Sheila proposed a cold shower for all of them and brought out the aphrodisiac. She placed a spoonful into a pitcher of cold beer and they all drank, feeling much refreshed.
The three of them got into the shower. "Isn't this fun?" said Sheila gleefully.
They all agreed, laughing.
They soaped each other under the torrent of cold water and it wasn't long before their cocks were hard again.
"No, wait, my young men," she said. "There will be time for more later."
They rubbed themselves dry and returned to the living room to drink their beer.
More music was put on, a softer record or jazz. "In a few moments, you'll feel the effects of my special beer," said the beautiful Sheila, her eyes already warming for more lust.
Gino wondered, could she still be hungry? Would they be able to satisfy her. He looked at Carlo who seemed to be thinking the same thing.
But they had nothing to worry about. The strange effects of the beer soon overtook them. A sensation of falling came into their stomachs. Their veins filled with blood and their eyes bulged. They felt more than anything the tight, stiff erections that obsessed their dicks.
Never had they been so hard. Carlo threw himself on the floor and began masturbating rigorously and Sheila giggled lewdly.
Gino began shaking his body, flipping his cock from side to side, undulating like a stripper.
The sight of this heated Sheila, whose own effects of the aphrodisiac were showing. Her eyes glinted, her breasts became overlarge and ripe. The nipples danced with lust. Her smooth curved ass shivered as she danced around like a harlot, her cheeks flushed, her own fingers stuffing her cunt and anus.
They began to touch and feel each other, grasping for flesh. Gino grabbed a tit, Carlo a piece of his ass.
They fell to the floor, kneading each other's bodies in all the excitable areas.
A tit, a prick, and an asshole were sucked and chewed. The various hands reached, found and delivered. They massaged and bit and rolled in a heap of orgiastic flesh, two boys and a well-shaped promiscuous woman of thirty-five....fingering ... sucking ... licking....
"Oh, christ," said someone ecstatically, and then cocks found holes and Sheila quivered between the hard, youthful bodies of her two pupils.
"Oh, oh, oh " They began to come, again and again, the strange potion allowing even the boys multiple climaxes.
Afterwards, Sheila strapped on the rubber dildo and fucked Carlo's ass while he fucked Gino's mouth. Next, Gino's ass was fucked by the dildo and Sheila was screwed in her cunt by Carlo.
"Fuck! Fuck!" they chanted, marching around the room in a final homage to the Cult.
At last, it was time to go.
"I know there is more to do," said Sheila, "Much more. But we will have another time, yes?" The boys nodded hungrily.
"Come to me on Friday. Both of you. Bring at least two more boys with you."
Carlo and Gino exchanged looks. Was she serious, this Americano?
Yes, she was. She nodded emphatically. "If you want to taste more of me, you will have to share."
She lowered her head shyly. "It is my religion," she said. "You must understand. I love you both, but it is my duty to share my talents." They allowed their egos to melt. "Whatever you say, Matron."
She kissed them both long on the mouth, and watched them go down the stairway.
There goes a nice pair of boys, she thought. They really satisfy my craving ... for a start.
She then smiled quietly to herself.
CHAPTER SEVEN
GINO TEACHES HIS SISTER
The two boys could not stop talking of their experiences with the Matron. They went over the details of their libidinous feelings as they had been fucked, sucked and beaten.
Somehow they felt a change had come over them, No longer did they think of school, of the things they had missed in life. Their only wish was to return to the magnetic woman who had taught them so much.
Her wish was their command, as it is said, and they tried to decide who to bring along next. They agreed to meet the next day, Thursday with their chosen friends and discuss plans for Friday's meeting.
Carlo went home and shaved. "Well, Lucas," he said to his brother, "Today I have had an experience you wouldn't believe."
Lucas was a short powerful boy two years younger than Carlos. He had black hair and black eyes and a sinister expression always danced across his face. He was not a gentle soul. He liked to pull the girls' hair and make them cry. Carlo sensed that this already budding sadist would have much to learn at the Matron's apartment. He proceeded to relate the day's happenings.
"And you expect me to believe all that?" said the younger brother. They were sitting in the shabby bedroom of the tenement where they lived. "And why not? Do I ever he to you?"
"But this is fantastico. A woman who likes to have many boys like me at once? And I am to come along?"
"Yes. She will love your body."
"It's true, isn't it brother, I know my way with my arms. I can break a large block of wood." Yes, yes, you're strong, lunk-head. You are also a little bit stupid. But you have a big cock and she will love it. You can hurt her too."
"I can?" his face grew excited. Though he didn't exactly understand the sexual parts, he knew he liked torture and pain.
"Of course. But you will learn many pleasures as well."
"Can I really hurt her and pull her hair?" He grinned stupidly, his youthful features becoming mean.
Carlo nodded. Lucas lay stretched on the bed.
"Listen," said Carlo, "I've never seen your prick when its big. Can you get it up?"
"Of course."
"Let's see." The other stripped off his brown trousers. Even limp his organ was enormous, fat and thick and long.
"Play with it," instructed Carlo.
Lucas shook it and shortly it began to grow.
"Wow," Carlo's eyes got big, "it's even bigger than mine. The head was huge, the shaft rough and hard. Carlo put both his hands on it.
Lucas's breathing increased as his brother handled the large prick. Carlo rolled it between his palms and it gorged itself to a peak erection.
"And can you shoot out the liquid?" asked Carlo, jerking Lucas's cock feverishly.
"I believe soooo," said Lucas, his ass lifting off the mattress.
"Then show me, show me, show," he rubbed the cock wildly and losing control of himself he leaned over and took it into his wet warm mouth.
"Aghhhh," sighed Lucas. The thrusting of his cock became a steady rhythm of harsh abandonment as his brother sucked violently.
The shaft went in and out, deeper and deeper until Carlo felt it touch his throat. His own cock was pressing through his underwear and Lucas grabbed it suddenly, lost in his own rapture, and began masturbating it madly.
At last Lucas's back arched and he plummeted into Carlo's soaking wet mouth, letting off a torrent of white hot spunk.
"Yee-awwwwwww!" he brayed as Carlo lapped up every drop of the rich fluid.
At that moment Carlo's prick jolted and lei off spurt after spurt of hot semen also and the two brothers writhed in delight.
They lay still for a moment, then Carlo spoke.
"You are ready, all right," he said, still panting. "She ... will ... love you."
"Will we do more of such things?" Lucas asked anxiously. He milked a few remaining droplets out of his tremendous dick.
"Don't worry, Lucas, she'll show us things you wouldn't believe!"
"I can't wait," said Lucas, his cruel face grinning with a very strange innocence.
Gino lay back on his bed eating a peach. He could hear Louisa humming in the kitchen. His mother was at the marketplace, gathering vegetables for supper.
It was starting to cool in the room. The smell of fresh tomato sauce bubbled around Gino and he grew hungry. "What are you doing, Louisa?" he called.
"Cooking," she answered.
"Come in here."
"Why?"
"There are some things I want to teach you."
"But I'm cooking now." She appeared in the doorway, holding a spatula. "And besides ... if Mama comes back...."
"Don't worry," he said, flinging the peach stone out the window. "We'll only have a quick one."
His eyes glazed. Never before had he seen her so sensual. His tongue wet his lips. She kept her gaze riveted to him, a magnetism in him was pulling her nearer, nearer.
Her arms dropped to her sides. Her soft cheeks glowed with the sweat of the kitchen and her brown lovely eyes glimmered with innocent desire.
Louisa's heart pounded as she came closer to Gino. Her chest rose and fell, the smooth upper part of her tits began to puff.
"No," she said softly, "no." But every pore, every nerve-ending in her seemed to pound with growing lust.
He grabbed her arm and drew her to him. She let out a gasp. She seized his face and flung her lips against him, taking his mouth into hers fiercely, sucking the saliva and drinking it like life-blood.
He put his strong young arms around her and pulled her down onto the bed. Her breathing was so heavy that she couldn't see what was happening.
His hands found the zipper of her dress. She kept whispering "no, no, no," but her own hands clawed at his hair, felt his strong shoulders and finally he told her, "Tell me you want it. Go ahead, Louisa, tell me you want to be fucked."
"I...." she began.!
"Go ahead," he commanded, running his fingers into her crotch. She flung off her dress.
"Yes," she said defiantly, "Fuck me! Fuck me my brother until I-I-I ... '
"Come," he helped.
"Yes, come over your hot long hard prick." Again she kissed him furiously.
He removed her panties quickly. She unsnapped her bra, letting her tits pop out. They were full and ripe and the tiny nipples were hardening. The sight of this made Gino grab them and she muttered, "Yes, yes, yes."
Her beautiful body was exposed to him now in all its fiery young nakedness. He ran his hands all over her, comparing the matron's flesh with hers. They were very different, yet Louisa was just as desirable in her own way. Her frame was small but compact.
Now he spread her out on the sheets, her arms around his neck. Her legs trembled and parted instinctively as his long cock reared its moist head and headed for the magnificent target, the little triangle of luscious curls where the cavern of lust lay. In a moment he would fuck her, fuck her as she'd never been before.
The weight of his body pressed against her and they were nipple to nipple, cock to cunt. Their buttocks clenched as he put his hands under her ass to bring the target closer.
"Now," he said, "Brother's gonna show sister what being fucked is really like. You want it, Huh?"
She nodded.
He rubbed his cock on her opening, teasing her until finally she cried out, "Oh, Gino, fuck me please, I beg you. Give it to me! I'm so hot, please....""
"All right, you sweet little bitch, I give you what you want. But first, rub your cunt and tits up against me. Show me that you really want it."
She rubbed her luscious mounds against him. Her firm nipples became like marbles, her mouth was a hot coal as die sought out his warm wet tongue.
Then, finding the entrance, he shoved his hot prick into her vulva, sliding all the way to the hilt. A deep sigh escaped her lips.
He withdrew and then again plunged. Next he began short strokes half-way. Louisa's eyes bulged and with each stroke she flung her pussy at him hungrily and moaned.
The hard dick penetrated the delicious cunt wonderfully and brother and sister fucked each other with lewd abandonment.
Soon they began talking incoherently into each others ears. Their hot breaths drove them on as well as the words.
"Cock ... shit ... so ... fuck me baby."
"... suck ... prick, ohhhhh. Do it. Do it!"
"Bitch!"
"You cock you! You big heavy cock, sink it into me. I'm so very hot, Gino, ohhh, I want to be a whore, fuck me, fuck me. Oh, christ. Mama-mama, Ahhhh!" Her arms threw out and waved, she had lost control of herself now. All she could feel was the endless hammering of the hot cock, the pulsing movements of her inner folds, wet with love-juices of all kinds.
"Go ahead, you hot bitch. Give your body up to my lusty dick!" he shouted.
Their cries of delight and pain echoed in the room as they pressed and unpressed. Their bodies were sweaty and hot. They made circles and twisted their pelvises crazily. Gino's heavy balls bounced on Louisa's thighs and this only increased her wantonness.
At last they new they were rising, rising to the finish and bolts of lightening shot through their bodies as they braced fiercely and then-blasted off a torrent of the filthiest language to accompany their jet streams of boiling hot sperm.
"More-more-more!" she cried with the pounding of his cock.
"Yes, yes, yes!" he answered, lacerating her insides with all the vigour of his boy's strength.
For a few minutes they stayed locked in embrace. Then he told her to turn over quickly so he could enter her cunt from behind.
Her hair was tussled and hung over his face as this new position was initiated. He put his arms under her belly, reached up to her nipples and pinched them. Her ass jacked backwards and up, he inserted his prick, dove.
"Oh, god," she said, unbelieving. His cock was pressing upwards, on a part that had not had much friction in the other position.
It felt like his dick was hitting some muscle under her belly and there was a tickling sensation that made her mad with sensuality.
He pounded her cunt harshly, but she seemed to enjoy it all the more. Gino felt insane with pleasure. He recalled in his mind the depraved dance of the Matron, the rites they had started that day. His brain was full of fire.
"I'll fuck you," he said, as if continuing some dialogue with himself, "don't worry I'll fuck-you-now!" And he belted another load into her waiting cunt.
Her own body pressed backwards. He grabbed her head, pulling her back by the hair, and with the other hand violently shoved his index finger into her asshole.
This action startled her. The sharp pain of his thrust soon melted however and she began to feel a wave of sexuality in her anus that she had never sensed before.
A double action in both these openings made her realize how many possibilities there were, how many things she did not know. But now, now she was coming again and their organs squashed together scrumptiously. It was a soft, quiet but delicious come and they kissed each other at last, separating.
They dressed quickly. Mama would be home in a few minutes they knew. But he promised her more later, at bedtime.
Gino knew that he had to find someone for Friday. He decided to ask his friend Alberto, the neighbor's boy.
Alberto's mother was a widow and they lived in the same tenement. He was not much older than Gino and was rather thin and sensitive. But once, in the shower, he had seen his dick: it was very long and wiry when erected. The Matron would appreciate this variety, perhaps. And anyway, he couldn't think of anyone else at the moment.
So after a large spaghetti dinner he headed over to Alberto's place.
CHAPTER EIGHT
THE CULT GROWS
Alberto greeted him rather sullenly. They went into his room, a small space separated from his mother's bed by a yellow curtain.
"What's the matter?" asked Gino. "You look unhappy."
Alberto shrugged. Gino knew he was in one of those moods. His thin face pouted. "I have to wash dishes again tonight. Mother is going out again, with that Sicilian." He spat these words. Gino knew that Alberto hated all his mother's suitors. He considered them a threat, perhaps to his love for his mother.
"You mean Scarface?" asked Gino.
Alberto nodded.
"Well cheer up!" he slapped Alberto on the back merrily. "Now you can have something to do while your Mama plays around with Scarface."
A blank look crossed Alberto's face. He didn't understand exactly what kind of playing around was to be done.
Gino sensed this. "Aw, come on, don't you know what a man and a woman do together?"
"I-I've heard. Sure, they kiss and ... things." Gino laughed. "Yes, and things!"
"Don't laugh, pal. I can't help it if I'm not so good-looking."
"Don't be silly. You're fine. Listen," he continued, animated by the things he was about to say, "I'm going to tell you exactly what a man does to a woman and more. And then I'm going to tell you how you too, can find this pleasure-as I did."
Alberto's face lit up.
"You see, it's like this: you know how your prick sometimes gets hard? Well you take this hard cock and put it in a woman, see?"
His friend nodded. "When you rub it, it feels so good."
"Well this is like the rubbing but only better. The inside of her pussy is wet and soft and warm. The feeling is wonderful." Alberto giggled, embarrassed.
"Go on, tell me more," he said.
"Now, you know your mother for instance, she lies down on the floor and spreads her legs. She kisses Scarface on the mouth and puts her tongue inside as well."
"Really?" A look of astonished hatred crossed his face.
"For sure," answered Gino. "And then they move their bodies together like this-(he demonstrated with his hands and pelvis) until finally something rips them up completely and they shoot a milky stuff over each other's things."
"Yes, yes," Alberto breathed heavily, "like when I play with my dick. It shoots a lot of that stuff into the air, like a fountain."
"Right. That's it. Only the feeling of these two spots on each other, the rubbing of the bodies and the kissing altogether is most fun. There are other things."
"What else is there?" His voice was impatient. "That you will see for yourself when you come with me and Carlo on Friday. A woman, an Americano loves young boys. She takes them to her hotel room and we play the whole morning. You'll see."
A thrilled look entered Alberto's eyes as he tried to picture what it would be like.
"I see your dick is already trying to get out of your pants." It was true and he flushed at the bulge there.
"But I hate my mother for letting Scarface do that to her!" he said, suddenly vicious. "I could beat her."
"This Americano woman is beautiful. She will let you do anything to her. You can beat her instead."
A coarse look of brazenness overtook Alberto's features. "And I would like to pee on her, all over her too."
"You will. I promise."
"Shall I bring anything?"
"Only your hard cock. She needs much fucking."
"Fucking?"
"That is the word which describes what we do to her. But let me see if your dick is big enough and will please her."
Alberto heatedly took it out. Gino smiled. The length was just as he had thought: about 12 inches!
"Very good," he said, holding it in his fist. "Hey! What are you doing?"
"Be still. I'll give you a taste of tomorrow." His eyes became very lewd. His fist moved up and down rapidly. Alberto leaned backward on the bed.
Immediately, the long thin but very firm cock trembled for release. Gino popped it into his warm wet mouth and began to suck copiously.
"Madre Mia!" exclaimed Alberto. The thrill was too much. He shot a wad down his friends throat.
They separated. "I must go. My sister is waiting for me."
"Do you do these things to your own sister?"
"Of course. She learns well."
"Can I fuck her too?"
Gino smiled. "Of course. You're my best friend. I'll arrange it. You can fuck her real good-she loves it."
The two friends shook hands and parted.
Gino's dick was still very hard. He couldn't wait to get back to Louisa. He pictured her warm, lovely body, young as his own ... ripe ... waiting.
He would give her a special surprise. A new kind of fucking she had not yet experienced.
The moon was high now and his blood rose as he stepped up the long stairway to the apartment.
The family had settled down to bed. Luckily everyone was asleep, he could hear his mother's snoring in the main bedroom.
As he entered the small room where he and his sister slept he could hear the regular breathing of Louisa.
"Are you asleep?" he asked, drawing close to her.
She lay on her back, her eyes were open. They burned in the blackness. She lay without coverlet, clad only in the flimsy night-shirt. Her tits rose and fell regularly.
Gino feasted on the body of his sister a most penetrating gaze. His own cock was like a rock as he slid out of his jeans.
"I waited for you, Gino. But you didn't come."
"Sorry, but now I'm here and I have much to give you. Much."
"What?" she asked coyly. He kissed her forehead, her lips, her neck. She trembled as his fingertips wandered over her waiting flesh.
She began to undulate her pelvis. "Ohhh," she moaned.
"Yes, in time," he said, letting his straining prick between her legs. She parted them immediately.
"You little whore, I'm going to fuck you."
"Yes, yes, please," she said, growing hotter by the second. Her small voice was suddenly loud. "Put it in. Put it all the way in."
He drew her night-shirt off of her until she was completely nude. Then his tongue ran circles around her belly.
She couldn't bear it much longer. "Please, brother, put your ... cock into my little pussy. I am dying."
"Wait, slut," he said. Then, "Turn over!"
"What for?"
"Don't ask questions. I'm going to give you a new pleasure."
She complied. He parted her ass-cheeks. They were soft and firm to the touch. She shivered in amazement.
Then he placed his hard cock on the entrance to her asshole. The corrugated opening rubbed the head of his dick most pleasingly and he smiled pleasurably.
He remembered that the asshole had to be wet so he licked the asshole and wet his cock in the opening of her cunt.
For a moment she thought he would enter in the slit of her famished pussy, but he only returned to the other hole and began to thrust inward.
"No, no," she cried.
"Be still little sister, in a moment you won't want me to leave."
She continued to protest, but it was no use. Soon his whole cock was engulfed in her buttocks. She squirmed deliciously; the rare feelings awakened in her canal turned to uncontrollable heat. Electric shots of pain and pleasure danced there. Her eyes popped and her tongue chewed on the sheets. "Ughhnnn. Ufnhnnnn. Si! Si! Yes, there too, Gino."
And soon his prick was slipping in and out of the tight orifice with ease. Gino's face was lit with red fire as he fucked his sister.
"My cock is so very big," he said proudly to himself, feeling the full length of it in the ass of Louisa. "Ha, ha, ha!" he laughed, fucking with all his might.
His finger reached under the girl and found its way through the hairy opening of her twat. Soon he was on her button and squeezing most deliciously. "Yes, yes, that too," she gasped. "Fuck me both ways. Cocks, cocks, I want more cocks."
"Slut, pig, take my cock, take it!" he laughed, ravaging her two openings. His balls flapped roughly on her ass-cheeks as he fucked her to hell and back.
In a few moments they were reaching the pinnacle.
Their organs enflamed and burst into a shower of fantastic cream. The bed was soaked, but now they were both awakened sexually and nothing could stop them. It was good that their parents were heavy sleepers and that the doors in this old building were solid oak.
"Now lick it off," he instructed, kneeling over her head and sitting on her chest. His dick plopped into her mouth. Gratefully, she licked and sucked the sperm of his dick, tasting the acridity of her own asshole and becoming even more brazen. She grabbed his balls, milking every last drop of come from it.
But his knob began to grow again, the shaft erected itself full of blood.
She could feel his sweaty cheeks on her titties and the nipples hardened. So he reached behind and pinched them.
Louisa, feeling even more hot by this action, returned the favor by inserting one finger in her brother's ass and the other in her own cunt.
The wet folds of her lascivious pussy pulsated with a new need; she inserted two more fingers.
Sensing her desire he moved backward. She took his cock in two hungry hands and shoved it in, up and backwards. At the same time she socked her belly at him repeatedly and his eyes glowed back at her like a wolf's.
"Fuck me, you hot-assed brother-fucker!" she said hoarsely.
"Take my big hard cock in you, you sister-sucker!"
They crammed their bloated hot organs at each other in fits of depravity.
"Ugh! Ugh! Fuck!"
"Ha-ha, you whore! You've grown up now.
I've taught you about your cunt."
"But who taught you, Gino, my sweet prick?"
"You'll find out ... one day. But now take this piece of cock up your little wet pussy," and he jammed her good.
His fuck built up in him and there was a farting noise as their two organs met again and again.
They grabbed at each other's flesh. I he smell of their sweat and come rose in the room like an aphrodisiac-incense. Their blood was fired. They swore and bit each other like cats.
Gino grabbed her buttocks and pushed her cunt upwards at him. He was hilted to the cods. His strokes became long and firm.
Louisa smiled wildly as her sperm rose uncontrollable somewhere in the pit of her ass and shot upwards. Never before had she known such pleasures as these. And she felt proud and like a woman and knew that she would have to have more, much more of this as the days went by. A hungry animal deep within her had been awakened and there was no way to assuage its hungry need.
Gino met her onslaught ruthlessly, his own hot white sperm showering her insides like pure lava. Words failed them: they grunted and groaned and kicked and squeezed each other's flesh until their bodies were covered with welts.
Their eyes glazed. The similarities in their features made them seem as one person, fucking, fucking, fucking until there was no end to the night.
When it was over he kissed her gently and she made him promise that never again would he let her go hungry.
CHAPTER NINE
ORGY ITALIAN STYLE
Sheila leaned back in the darkened room. The curtains were drawn and there was a cool breeze playing on them.
She was wrapped in a green kimono with yellow flowers on it. Underneath she was stark naked. Her fingernails were painted a dark scarlet red, the artificial long ones, and her eyes were heavily lined with make-up, accentuating the crudest lewdness possible. She had also drawn a red circle around her bellybutton.
Her nipples were also circled with blood-red lipstick. The V of her cunt was now shaven for easier entries and on the bed was laid out an unusual assortment of paraphernalia.
First, there were three dildos, about eleven inches long each. One of them had the milk-sack and the other two were of the two-way sort, so that while you fucked-if you were a girl-the opposite end (also the same length) drove into your cunt.
Yes, there would be much fun with those, she chuckled to herself.
And then there were a pair of black whips, cat-o-nine tails, not too long but very effective as she knew. Her brothers had shown her their use.
There was a strong form of opium set in little jars for each person, as well as some french ticklers. She went over to the bed, lifted the pillow and drew out a package of pictures.
She glanced at them: pictures of men and women in the positions of passion. Donkeys fucking women and a little girl sucking a gorilla's huge cock. There was even one of herself, being screwed by two garbage collectors.
She recalled the last shot. They had come to collect the garbage and she called them up for a drink. (It was a hot day). In no time at all she had them fucking her on the floor, their massive smelly bodies groping over her genitals and driving their powerful pricks into her mouth, her ass, her cunt.
She sighed. Those were the days....
But today was a new day, and soon they t would be here, her collection of young boys-slaves to the PRIMIVI Cult. It delighted her to think that before long they would all be lost in tumultuous sex.
Her mania grew with the thought of what was to come. Her body strained at the leash. Where were they? God, how she needed them.
She went over to the mirror and threw back her head. Reaching into the cabinet she took out a pair of leather boots and a strap that fastened around her pubic area, making a sort of peek-a-boo out of her sex-giving it a raw impression.
She fingered her soft wet cunt. Yes ... yes, I love to fuck, she thought wantonly. Her ass clenched and unclenched. Just then there was a knock at the door.
The four of them stood there rather shyly at first.
"Well, well, well," said Sheila, happily amazed. "What a fine bunch of young men you are! Aunt Sheila's gonna treat you good. Yessir, we're gonna have one hell of a ball! Come in and make yourselves comfy."
They sat on the sofa, the chair and the rug.
The matron handed around some cool white wine.
Eight hungry, curious eyes followed the sway of her hips as she moved through the rooms tempestuously. Her ass wiggled voluptuously and the boys all developed hard-ons.
"I suppose you think I'm mighty hungry," she said all of a sudden.
Silence.
"Well, I am," she laughed. "I'm one helluva hungry broad." She was slightly high from her previous drinks. Her blond hair fell thick and loose down her back, falling nearly to her butt.
A suggestive coil of sensuality shivered across her mouth and she licked her lips.
"And you there, what's your name?"
"Alberto," answered the boy.
"Well, don't be shy, darling. In a moment Mama will take good care of you. I bet you have a sweet thin cock?"
He hung his head.
"And you, the big stupid one with a mean look. You will treat Aunt Sheila rough, won't you? I can tell by your eyes. That's all right, anything goes with me ... in it's place and when I tell you to. Understand?"
Lucas nodded. "Oh, yeah, senora, anything you say, ha-ha." Sweat played on his wide forehead.
"The other two boys can tell you that you will leave here very happy and satisfied. A little tired maybe, but satisfied to be sure. Right, boys?"
"That's right," said Carlo, smiling, Sheila sat next to him on the floor and felt his biceps.
"Carlo is strong," she said, running another hand on his cheek lightly, "and I like strong boys. I like the feel of their hard muscles pressing on my warm hot flesh." She touched her crotch, grinning. She knew it was torture to them.
Gino swallowed hard and watched Alberto's face. His friend was gradually, very gradually losing his shyness.
Slowly, Sheila began to massage Carlo's pubic area. "Grrrrrrrr," she purred, fumbling with his zipper. "Take it off."
Carlo began to unzip his jeans. Sheila turned to Lucas, looked deep into his dark face for a moment, then kissed him passionately, cruelly on the mouth. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled him to the floor.
Lucas, too, began removing his clothes.
"The rest of you, also!" Sheila said, rather impatiently. "I want to see the rest of you."
While they began stripping she stood up and let her kimono fall to the ground.
As soon as they saw her body they let out a gasp. She was fantastic. The red painted nipples, the heavy mascara and long red fingernails turned them on beyond their wildest imaginations. "Wowww!" said Angelo.
"She sure is stacked," joined in Lucas, his thick cock raising upwards.
Carlo's cock stood up too. His eyes were a pair of burning embers.
Sheila looked around at these boys, longingly dwelling at their long hard pricks.
She began to sway her hips and rotate her pelvis. She flicked on the record-player and the same oriental music started again.
Her fingers beckoned. Her tits bounced.
The boys gathered around her, waiting for some word.
First Sheila put her arms around Angelo's neck, still dancing. His cock touched her cunt area, the curly blond bush. In a moment she was kissing his ears, his neck, putting her wet mouth all over him, while at the same time pressing her mound ever more firmly against him.
The boys watched in awe.
Now she pulled him to the floor again, grabbing his buttocks and thrusting her tongue wildly into his mouth. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she begged.
Angelo's emotions led him on. The chance to possess a woman his mother's age with the same gorgeous body, and at the same time to hurt her perhaps, drove him on.
"Go on, go," she coaxed, "Fuck me, hurt me. Scratch my ass cheeks with your nails."
Seeing he needed some help, she led his dick between her thighs to the soft wet opening and shoved her cunt on it so that it went in half way.
Instinctively picking up the idea, Angelo began to thrust very lively, ignoring the blond woman's laughter and crude talk.
"Give it to her good, Angelo! Go on!" said Gino.
Carlo clapped a rhythm of love. The sight of their pal fucking this lewd bitch drove them all wild with desire.
The gorged cock slid in and out of the famished pussy. Angelo's balls plopped on the white soft flesh of his whore.
Growing more and more passionate, he began to cry out, "I'll fuck you, mother! Here, here!"
Lucas could stand it no longer. He began masturbating his thick penis, kneeling alongside the already halfway gone pair.
"Ughh! Ugh! Oh! Yes!" said the Matron, as the thin but very hard cock pierced her insides.
She reached out and grabbed Lucas's cock away from him. He smiled happily as she began to jerk it furiously.
Carlo drew near also and she took his cock in her other hand.
"Now we'll all come together, boys!" she laughed sickly. A weird gleam did wheel-turns in her eyeballs.
"How about me?" asked Gino, his hard body kneeling behind them.
"You know what to do," said Carlo. Sheila smiled in approval. She parted Angelo's cheeks.
"Hey!...." said Angelo, but he was in no mood to argue. A sensation of complete release was approaching him; his balls were full to overflowing.
So Gino inserted his reddened prick into the rough asshole. The blue veins on his cock stood out, straining for passion.
Then he drove his long hard shaft into Angelo's ass. "Ohhhh!" cried the latter, half in pleasure, half in pain.
Sheila loved this. The sight of all these fresh young pricks made her insane with lewdness.
"Screw me you cock-suckers!" she cried, "Cocks, cocks, how I love them. Look. One in each hand, one in my cunt, and one in my lover's ass while he fucks me! Ha-ha-ha-ha!"
Then her insides ripped with pleasure and she yelled, "Fuck on, you bastards. Let's come together. Ohhhhh, ohhh Jesus Christ I'm being fucked to hell. Oh, Oh, Oh. The sight of them is too much Arghhhh. All of us! Now!"
And they all came, flooding her body with fuck, their tongues hanging out, their bellies thrusting to her mad chanting.
"PRIMIVI!" Sheila cried at last. "The Cult is being saved." She cried with happiness. Now the tradition could be carried out. It was a tender moment to her, but to Lucas, whose violent nature was getting the better of him, it was a chance to punish.
He began to beat her viciously. Carlo made a move to stop him, but she insisted he continue to flail her. She pointed to the bed, indicating the whips and grinning boyishly he grasped on and began to whip her mercilessly.
The huge welts on her back and stomach made her beg for more, "Yes, beat me, I can take it!"
Finally Lucas stopped, more from fatigue than anything else, and Sheila made Carlo put his mouth on her asshole while she sucked Gino's dick. In another motion she indicated to Angelo to lick her cunt.
Lucas, feeling left out, began to plug up Carlo's hole.
Lying thus, they ran another course of the most lascivious lust.
Sheila's face contorted as she came three times more. The sensation of being licked on her asshole gave her chills.
She had a cock in one hand and a finger up somebody's asshole, but it 'didn't matter whose. They were, she thought cryptically, one happy fucking family.
They drank more wine and the boys were taught how to use the opium. In moments, the smoke-filled room was a den of lust.
Sheila made Lucas get on his knees and suck Carlo's stiff standing cock. She lashed Lucas's back, while Gino sucked her cunt and Angelo fucked her up the ass.
Then she got on all fours to let her pussy be banged from behind by Carlo, while she shit on his driving dick. Gino lay beneath her reversed to watch the action and present his own long cock to her wet lips. At the same time he finger-fucked Gino's asshole and plugged his own.
Lucas stood over them and at Sheila's instruction pissed on them and emptied a bottle of champagne over their bodies. He then took Gino's place at her behind, letting Gino transfer his onslaught to his own ass. "Fuck me, you dirty slut!" said Gino. I "Suck me you whore of Greece!" said Sheila, in a deep-throated voice.
"Together now, all of us together!" cried out Gino, but the others weren't ready yet.
But it wasn't too long before they all came copiously, spilling their white-hot juices into each others mouths, cunts, assholes.
Their drugged, over-stimulated bodies knew no end to desire. Visions became blurred. Only one thing mattered: To fuck; to be fucked.
The beautiful full-ripened woman initiated her young pupils into all the highways and byways of undiluted lust.
Lust. The PRIMIVI Cult lived again. The night was still young, as Sheila reached for the rubber cocks.
CHAPTER TEN
A REVERSE FUCK
Sheila hooked the double prick with the milk pouch onto the leather girdle around her waist. The inner prick fit between her wet cunt-flesh beautifully and she guided the rod so that it pressed hard against her button.
The boys watched puzzled. What was she doing with these odd phony dicks?
She picked up the other dildo and attached it to her ass, inserting it into her asshole, bending over to accomplish it more easily; now she was penetrated both in front and back channels, but was also a two-way fucker.
"Now you'll see what it is like to be screwed, my young children," her voice was edged with lubricity. "Gino, you first. Come here."
He obeyed, his mind was still tottering on a world of loosed morals, drugged and perverse. Sheila made him bend over in front of her and spread his cheeks.
"Now, Angelo, you do the same behind me, exposing your asshole to my rear cock."
Angelo, a bit nervous at the suggestion, but too much afraid of the Matron to disobey, did so. They both snuggled their assholes up to the rubber cocks. Carlo looked on with a chuckle.
"Don't laugh," said Sheila sharply, "You'll get yours too."
"Now ... she said slowly, "impale yourselves on my two cocks, you fuckers. Come and get it up the ass, boys!"
Gino and Alberto allowed the hard rubber dicks to gradually enter their behinds. Sheila squirmed her body backwards and then forwards to make it easier.
Soon the cocks were about halfway in their respective canals. Then she began to shove harder and the pricks tore into the behinds.
"Owwww!"
"Shit!"
"Ha-ha!" laughed Sheila. With each shove she felt the double insertion in her own ass and cunt. It was too much. She bit her lip. Her tits fell on Gino's back and her right hand reached around to play with his dick.
"Si, si," said Gino, his cock hard as steel.
"Now," continued Sheila, still moving back and forth, but this time more slowly, "Lucas, you bend over in front of Gino and spread your cheeks. I want you to be fucked by this lovely cock of his."
Grinning wildly, Lucas obeyed. His large ass-cheeks exposed a rather large opening compared to the others.
Gino drove his cock into Lucas's ass with little trouble. The feel of the hardened yet slippery canal made him start with pleasure. He reached in front and grabbed Lucas's dick.
"Ohhh," moaned Lucas.
"Now, Carlo, you do the same with Alberto." The chain was formed. Sheila drove them on madly, a mistress of ancient perversion. Her guts heaved with rampant sexual wildness; soppy, squishy noises filled the room as their enflamed organs pressed against the membranes and crevices of their secret parts.
"Oh, shit!"
"Christ, fuck me, fuck ... me!"
"Do it, so nice, oh, ah, give me that ... now!"
"My asshole is being splittt!"
"Fuck Alberto faster!"
"Oh, my cock is so hard!"
"I'm fucking all of you, do you hear? Here, take this you son-of-a-bitches. Take my wanton flesh!"
"Sock it, sock it, sock it."
"Oh, my cunt, my asshole, I'm dyinnnnnng!" Sheila screamed at last, coming voluptuously.
The sound of her lecherous voice rocketed Gino, and his thrusts in turn pivoted Lucas into orbit. His asshole, stretched beyond endurance, seemed to cave in with pleasure.
Carlo jerked his own cock as his ass was filled with rubber hardness. The eleven inches seemed to press against his scrotum and he buckled his body in a fierce motion. This motion worked the opposite rubber dick into Sheila's ass as far as it could go.
"Yes, you proud Italian fucker, screw me, screw me!" and again she climaxed, the hot liquids gushing out of her vaginal opening. Her pubic hair was drenched in come.
The boys all came rigorously, slapping flesh against flesh, and soon were through. But for the matron, the rubber cocks remained stiff and she kept squeezing the milk pouch and splicing backwards and forwards to get more fucking. There just wasn't enough for her, it appeared.
At last they separated.
"Now for some nourishment," she said, and they were handed tablets of aphrodisiac content.
Shortly their cocks stood up again.
"Very good, my lovers," she said. "But I want to watch you for a moment. Carlo, you put on one of those french ticklers. Angelo, you too."
She leaned back on the couch, her over-large breasts with the painted nipples heaving in anticipation. Her voyeuristic fantasies were about to be played out.
"Now, Gino, you lay on your back. That's it. And Lucas you lay reverse over him ... Good. Now, take your big cocks into your mouths and begin sucking."
The sight enflamed her. The two boys sucking copiously, their lips and tongues working over the swollen knobs made her sit up and gaze.
"Okay, fine. Now it is time for you Carlo! Get back of Lucas and put your dick in his ass while he sucks Gino ... Fine. Shove it, harder, come on!"
The third boy entered the scene, his cock embedding itself in the appointed buttocks.
"Angelo, you're next put your cock with the french tickler into Carlo's behind. That should really get him, ha-ha!"
Her body breathed more rapidly as the full scene was now in progress. The little pointed, grotesque ticklers were obviously doing their job. The faces on the victims were lit up with a new raw delight. Their asses jerked and rammed as never before as their canals were tickled, pinched and rubbed by the ticklers.
Sheila drank from a flask of bourbon. Her eyes got bloodshot. The warmth of the liquor went down to her cunt and she stood up.
"You're not going to enjoy this alone," she said.
The she began to feel their bodies, forcing them more firmly against each other. She squeezed Gino's ass and felt Carlo's balls.
Her fingers wandered across Lucas's back and then scratched viciously.
"Arghhh!" he cried out.
She began to kiss Gino's breasts and suck the same dick he was, from the other side, drinking down the remaining juices.
Her body writhed more hotly. She stood near Angelo, her legs split open, until he began to suck her cunt.
"Ohhhh, yessss," she moaned.
Carlo put a finger up her ass as well.
Sheila pressed her cunt on Carlo's mouth, arching her back, holding his head with one hand. The other hand reached up to one of her nipples and toyed there.
Then she climaxed.
Gino joined in, and soon the others too: five bodies, four men and one woman plugging and unplugging in a chain of delight.
But the tablets they had taken kept their cocks hard as ramrods still and they didn't know what to do. Sheila had lost her senses, was becoming drunk. She fell to the floor and lay spread-eagled.
"Now let's get her!" cried Lucas, laying his huge form down on her. "Let's rape this whore!"
The others laughed lewdly, obscenely. A line formed.
One by one they fucked her, each new load of come inundating her twat like hot fire. She received them openly, like a crazy beast, her cunt pressing upwards, drinking in the various fluids and pouring out its own as well.
"Fuck! Fuck!" she cried, "Rape me ... that's right, fuuuucccccckkkk!"
They plowed her good.
The line formed three times and each time they grew wilder.
Lucas grabbed a whip and so did Carlo. They began flailing each other good. Their cocks stayed hard under the rain of sadistic blows.
Seeing this, Sheila slowly rose, took two tablets of the aphrodisiac and soon joined in. Her nails scratched, she bit their asses and cocks until they lay on the floor in a heap of groveling, pinching, sucking flesh.
She began the dance of the Cult. The music was brought in, the fierce banging of drums, as prescribed, and the clapping of tambourines.
"Aya-aya-aya-aya-aya! " she chanted. The boys were too sore to pay much attention.
They hardly noticed the candle she lit, then shoved abruptly into her cunt, or the raw meat she chewed and swallowed in supplication to the god of PRIMIVI.
The blood dripped from her mouth as she slung her body lecherously and let her long blonde hair whip back and forth.
"Uba-uba-uba-uba-uba!" she continued, raving to the gods. Her voice had a purity to it.
The boys rose to their feet and stood, waiting for what was next.
"Well, what do we do now, I wonder?" Gino asked Carlo.
"I'm too tired to move."
"Me too," said Lucas.
"I must get home before Mama arrives. She will be mad if the vegetables are not cut," said Angelo nervously.
Sheila stopped her dance, said a silent prayer, and turned to them. A mysterious glaze was on her face.
"Get dressed," she said serenely, "We will continue on Monday."
They began to put on their clothes.
"Gino, I wish to speak to you," said the matron. "Come closer."
She whispered in his ear, "You will bring your sister next time."
He paused, then nodded. "I will do my best, Matron."
"Just bring her. She is needed. I will provide the rest." She smiled knowingly.
The boys gathered at the door.
"Boys, you were just great," said Sheila, acting very normal. You would never have guessed that just moments ago she was a sex-witch of unbridled sensuality.
She gave them each a peck on the cheek and ushered them out the door, like a housewife sending her kids to school.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
A WHORE FOR SHEILA
The streets were quiet. Night had fallen. Sheila Langor walked down the Via Contessa, a small side street which branched off the Colida Square. She wore a tight, red dress that accentuated her lovely, full breasts and showed the jiggle of her ass.
Along the corners stood the whores, painted and ripe, some young and some old. They ambled around in front of the hotels and said obscene, inviting things to passersby.
"Come on up, big boy. I'll give you some rhubarb."
"Hey, you! I bet you got a big one, eh?"
Their warm, Italian faces bespoke friendly sex with a hard twist. Sheila loved to come out each night and watch them.
But tonight was different. She had other plans herself, to fill the endless void of her lust. After all, Monday was a whole day off! She needed some real cock.
Her luscious form joined the other whores. "Hey," said one of them. "Aren't you new here?"
"Si," said Sheila in Italian.
The woman who had spoken to her came closer. She was about twenty-three, black-haired, and she had a small, sensual mouth. Her face was oval. She had, to say the least, a spectacular build. There was roundness to her belly that suggested rampant sexuality. It protruded just enough so that a man could picture her naked stomach squashing against his prick.
Sheila could smell the cheap perfume, but as she looked into the girl's dumb eyes, a strange tremor went through her. She couldn't put her finger on the feeling, but it was closely related to an intimacy that was new to her.
"Say," said the girl. "You're all right." She ran her gaze up and down Sheila's beautiful bust, hips and legs. "How about having a drink with me upstairs. I'll give you some tips on the neighborhood. Business won't pick up until later, anyway."
Sheila wasn't tired, but a strange magnetism made her eyes say 'yes'.
The two women climbed the stairs of the Hotel Romona, their high-heels clicking on the steps.
The man at the desk where the keys and mailboxes were didn't seem to notice them. His dark, old face was embedded in a newspaper.
"That's Ferraro. He gives us a good deal on the rooms. We kick back ten percent."
The room was small. There was a bed, a douche sink and a selection of cushions, red and green. On a small table lay some used condoms, a filthy magazine with lurid photos and a small, thin, piece of rubber, shaped like a rubber.
The girl saw her staring and said, "That's the hot pencil, you know. For studs who like something longer than your pinky up their ass."
"No kidding."
"Have a seat," the girl patted the bed. She then offered her a reefer. "They're cheap where I get them. Go ahead."
There were a few moments of silence as they drew in on the narcotic. Both of them lay back on the bed. A current of electric sensuality was going back and forth between them, and words seemed out of place.
Finally, Sheila felt the girl's hand touching her exposed thigh. Her dress had ridden up a bit. "Take off your shoes, honey," said the dark-haired beauty, her lips forming a strange curl. She smiled.
Sheila kicked off her shoes and her blood began to pour out of her as she felt the lift of the Mary Jane in her cunt and lungs.
"Your skin is so light," said the whore.
"And you are so dark and hairy," Sheila whispered into the other's ear. "Let me touch you."
"Go ahead."
"Where?"
"Everywhere. I don't care."
Sheila's hands wandered over the firm, well-rounded hips and found the V. The whore grinned, a bit of mustache over her upper lip gave the smile a sinister appearance.
Then the whore pressed her lips firmly on Sheila's. "Ohh," moaned the latter.
Their bodies strained together, their arms clasped as their tongues sought hungrily into each other's mouths.
Saliva dripped from their lips as their pubic mounds pressed close together.
"Wait, wait," said the whore. She rose from the bed quickly and threw off her dress. Sheila gasped at the size of her breasts and the black curls peeking from under her lace panties. Pockets of fat on her ass added to a picture of complete promise.
Sheila shed her clothes as well. For a moment, they stood and gaped at one another.
Then, with a sudden motion, they took each other's bodies together in a wild embrace. Kissing, sucking their Ups, straining their cunts against each other.
"Oh, you...!" said Sheila.
"You're ... beautiful," said the whore.
Sheila played with the other's thick, black cunt-hair. In a moment, her mouth was upon it, as the whore lay suddenly back on the bed. Her thighs were parted as far as possible.
"Suck it, darling. Suck it. Oh, you smell so nice."
Sheila's tongue licked within the folds of her girl's cunt. The wet, moist, sticky fragrance of another's pussy was delightful to her. It was like sucking yourself off!
The whore's pussy seemed to have a life of its own, letting itself rub without inhibitions against the maddening tongue.
"Shit, you sure can suck a girl's cunt," said the whore, rolling her eyes. Then her throat went taut as her body pitched to its height and she let forth a torrent of delicious come.
The juice dribbled out of Sheila's mouth as she drank as much as possible of the delightful liquid.
"Now, you, dear," said the girl.
So, Sheila lay back to receive the same treatment. This young chick knew all the arts, all right!
Now a hot, vibrating tongue tormented her clit, causing her to nearly faint with pleasure.
"Oh ... oh, do it, do it, you beautiful slut. Pig of the streets, suck my cunt. Yes, yes! Woman to woman! Fuck! Fuck! Aghhhhhh!" and her buttocks clenched and unclenched in feverish abandonment.
She had come lewdly, taking the whore's head between her hands and pressing deep into her crotch.
They held each other like lovers again. Then the whore got over her in sixty-nine position and they ran a course that way.
By this time, they had lost all fears and blocks and anything went. The whore went over to her closet and brought back a vibrating cock about thirteen inches long.
Sheila had never seen one before.
"I know you'll like this," said the black-haired bitch. "I use it sometimes on my customers when they have troubles getting it up. The sensations really give me kicks, too, sometimes, when I'm alone. Kneel, love."
Sheila knelt on the bed. Her heavy tits hung low and the girl sucked on the nipples for a few moments before kneeling behind her.
The whore then proceeded to suck Sheila's anus.
A wild look came over Sheila's face as the sharp, yet soft tongue darted into her asshole, awakening all the nerve-endings there. She strove for completion.
Guessing her desire, the whore said, "In a moment, love. I first want to eat your lovely asshole." she wet it completely and then began licking the ass.
Finally, she inserted the vibrator to its full length and flicked the switch.
"A-a-a-a-a-arghhhhhh! Oh, do it, fuck my ass! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, the vibrations! They're waking up my whole ass canal."
The whore smiled greedily. Yes, this was one of the more popular devices she used.
Never had Sheila's hole been so wide. The vibrations sent shock waves down into her cunt and under all her skin. She slipped back and forth over the shaking cock and suddenly felt her companion's fingers going into her cunt.
Finding the little button, the whore proceeded to manipulate the clit until it grew hard and big. In a rapturous movement, Sheila leaned backwards, waving her arms and twisting so as to receive a wet, deep kiss while she came.
The whore sucked Sheila's lips, her own breasts bobbing like large, water-filled balloons. She yelled, "I'm fucking you, you bitch! Take, take it!"
Again, the matron shot off a load of the warmest come juice, her bun trembling as she got the full, shimmering length of the mechanical cock.
"Now me!" husked the girl.
Sheila made her lie flat on her back and inserted the engine. She sucked on the nipples and they kissed and fondled one another as the cock went deeply into the whore's pussy.
They jammed each other in every possible position, until finally, the battery ran out.
Then, they lay together like lovers, kissing their cunts and lapping up all the excess come juice and sweat.
"Wasn't it wonderful?" said the whore.
"Yes, my darling. Your breasts are so well-shaped, so young. And your cunt is so deep and good."
"How long have you been a whore?" asked the black-haired vixen.
"Well, not too long."
"I didn't think so."
"How can you tell?"
"That is my secret. You are too beautiful, too classy, to be like me. Also, your Italian is of the aristocratic kind, the kind taught in schools."
"You're smart," said Sheila, giggling.
"But you are a wonderful lay. And I think you'd make a fortune on the streets."
"Thank you, but I have other interests."
"Such as?"
"Well, ... young boys."
"You like young boys, do you?"
"I collect them."
"That's nice." Her look was somewhat surprised. "And what do you do with them?"
"I make them suck me and fuck me and we perform certain ... things."
"When do you do these things?" the whore's eyes showed sudden interest.
"Whenever my husband is out of town."
"How delicious, darling! You are as depraved as me. And so well-formed for your age."
"Plenty of cock keeps me young," joked Sheila. Then her look was serious. "Would you ... like to join me at one of the parties?" she asked, "Of course. I like young, innocent cock. I have a son, believe it or not. I had him when I was only twelve. Some prick knocked me up and left town."
"How old is your son?" Sheila's voice had a great air of curiosity in it now.
"He is thirteen, and very handsome."
"Does he know the story?"
"He fucked me last week and is picking up well."
"Look. On Monday, I'm having a ceremony with the others. Why don't you come along with your boy. We'll have a blast. That is, if you can take some occasionally rough treatment."
"Honey," answered the other, with a twinkle in her eye, "I can take anything. Anything!"
"It will be in the morning, while the glands are the strongest. I have potions. For the men-I mean the boys-there will be no end to their erections. We'll fuck the whole day through. Bring your vibrator."
"I will!"
They grew excited at the prospect. And, thought Sheila, what a lucky night this had been! No cock, but cunt and cunt with a son-a very young boy, just starting out. She would teach him!
But now there were a few other things to do. This dark-haired Italian beauty with her black cunt, a cunt that needed to be fucked. She pressed her body close to the whore and the other smiled knowingly. "You're a slut like me for sure. Come on, come on! Lady, fuck your cunt. I'm yours, you know. Here. Take it, take it!"
Take my sweet cunt, too, you filthy slut, thought Sheila. Her insides were coiling for more. "Go ahead and take it!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
MAMA MIA!
It was Sunday night. Gino and his friend Angelo were walking to the latter's house. The street vendors were closing their wagons and there were bright colors in the cobblestone from the setting sun.
"Well, tomorrow's gonna be fun," said Gino. "A lot of fun-that is if Mama goes to work."
"Why shouldn't she!"
"I don't know she's been acting strange lately.
Today she told me not to come home before nine."
"But it's only seven now, Angelo."
It was true.
"Yes, I know, but I have to do some homework."
They climbed the stairs to the dusty veranda where Angelo and his mother lived.
Then, Angelo started.
"Look, through the window," he said, shaking.
Gino leaned over his friend's shoulder. Through the grey-white curtains they could see Angelo's mother on the bed with Scarface.
She was straddling him, her wine-red nipples hard as nails. His cock was just going into her warm black cunt.
He held her buttocks in his rough hands and worked her box rapidly on his dick.
Scarface was thin, strong, and covered with hair. His mouth was mean and the long vicious scar which gave him his name lay across his forehead like the mark of death.
"Wow," said Gino, "Look at those two fuck. No wonder your mother wants you away."
Angelo's mouth fell open, shocked. "Look how nicely her cunt fits his cock. I hate him!"
"I think you would like to fuck your mother," laughed Gino.
"Be still, I want to see this. That whore!"
Angelo's mother had a fine shape to her. She was of medium height, with bright sharp eyes and a lewd expression that channeled across her brow like a lurid snake.
"Fuck me, you beast," she was laughing.
"You bitch," he yelled back at her, "Take my hot come, drink it up!" Then he began beating her face while both of them came profusely.
"Look," said Gino, "They're changing places."
And so it was true. Scarface went on top of her, with this exception: He put his prick and balls on her mouth, while she moved her bush under his thick lips. Scarface had a mustache, which tickled her open cunt-lips and made her squeal with delight.
She tried to take all his genitals in her mouth. The boys marveled at the accomplishment.
"Mama has a very wide mouth when she opens it," said Angelo proudly.
She sucked and tongued Scarface's cock and balls with particular zeal.
Scarface let his hot tongue fire into her open cunt, making her thighs spread with his hand and sucking the flesh into his hungry mouth.
Her bush jolted as if in a shock-wave of abandonment. He licked furiously, draining her insides of some preliminary juice and, as his dick became harder and harder, he pushed his pelvis downward and ground away at her mouth.
"I'm getting a hard-on just watching this," said Gino.
Angelo said nothing. In spite of himself his tongue was wetting his lower lip.
"Suck it out of me, you witch! Go ahead, lick my big hard cock for me before I beat you to death!" His lips left her twat for a second, then returned.
She could say nothing, her mouth being so stuffed with cock and balls, but you could tell by the way her eyes rolled and the fervor with which she jammed two fingers into his ass that she was being amply satisfied.
Her cunt worked ferociously against his experienced teeth. His moustache drove her outer lips crazy and she jettisoned a small load down his throat.
He returned a very large shuddering load of come up against the roof of her mouth. He rammed her to hell.
"Fuck, fuck," said Gino, taking the bulge in Angelo's pants. The other did the same to him.
It was dark. They unzipped their flies and held on to each other's cocks.
Mother was coming again, her whole body straining upwards against the wild mouth of her lover.
She came again twice and he added yet another torrent of hot white spunk down her gullet. Their bodies pounded one another and rose and fell on the bed like naked animals.
This feast drove the two youngsters on further and soon they were rapidly jacking each other's cocks.
"Oh, oh, oh," said Angelo, his come building to explode. "Me too, me too." said Gino, spurting his fountain into Angelo's face. Angelo tried to catch some spunk in his mouth. His own flood burst downward into the yard.
Meanwhile, the two fuckers on the bed were performing even filthier acts.
Scarface had the mother's legs around his neck, her ass in his face. He was kneeling. He stuck his teeth into her buttocks, making her cry out. She screamed but her nerve-endings in that region were aroused by the bite (his intention, of course) and in a moment he had dipped his tongue into her waiting asshole.
"Si, si," she said lewdly, "eat my shit, you big fucker."
He was lapping at her asshole, taking out what he could, then spitting into her hole hard. She was being riled to the point of complete madness.
"Get into my ass, please, I beg you. Fuck my asshole!"
He tormented her by biting and scratching her anus. Her legs locked hard around his neck in this reverse position until finally he inserted one finger, then two into her canal.
"More, more," she cried.
His fingers went their full length. Meantime she had reached around and was pulling his cock into shape.
Again he spit into her asshole and began eating it, at the same time standing her on her head. His long cock barely got its head in between her lips and she began sucking it to rigidity.
Then he pulled his cock out, let her drop forward on her breasts and in a movement whose quickness surprised the two spectators, shoved his long gorged prick into her rosy orifice.
Wham!
"What a good shot!" exclaimed Gino.
"Oh, I could do better than that jackass," said Angelo, half-sullenly.
Now his cock was driving in with full hard piercing strokes that ripped the mother with an excess of pain and pleasure. Her eyes gleamed weirdly as her ass-canal was violently spliced. The ass-cheek wiggled in rough enjoyment.
Scarface grinned sadistically as his long penis rammed home. His tough palms slapped her back and then he reached under and crudely pinched her large nipples.
But this did not seem to irritate her. She yelped like a dog when it is being fucked.
Soon they looked up at the old grandfather's clock on the kitchen wall and began dressing-at least Scarface put on his workman's clothes and she only threw on a nighty.
"Let's hide under the stairs," said Gino.
After Scarface departed, the two boys said good-bye and agreed to meet first thing in the morning.
Angelo went into the apartment and his mother pretended to be reading a book.
But he stared at her for a long time, and she said finally, "What on earth are you looking at, boy?"
"Nothing," he said, and turned away.
But his mind could not erase the happenings he had seen that day, including his mother's relationship with Scarface.
Now he seemed to see her in a new light. Her body was now voluptuous to him, a thing to be looked upon as a truckdriver looks after a piece of ass.
The smooth lines, the gentle plumpness she carried on her hips and breasts were no longer a mark of old age but of pure sex.
She sensed a new electricity in him but at first didn't know what.
Angelo got undressed, as usual, in front of her and his long still-hard cock lay against his balls only half-limp. In the meager light of the lamp he could sense her staring at him.
She put down her book and touched his shoulder. "My little boy. My sweet little boy. Has Mama been neglecting you?" And she kissed his forehead, his neck, his lips. Her arms went around him.
She clasped him to her and he was standing while she sat on the bed, and when he stopped leaning to receive her kisses, and stood up straight, his cock was directly in front of her lips.
There was a moment of silence.
"Now, what is happening to you?" she said, taking his cock in her hand. "Has my little boy grown up. And do you have a few girlfriends now?" she asked, letting her tongue play on the tip of his bloated dick.
She had forgotten herself, her emotions had captivated her; from the previous fucking she had received she was aroused and loose.
In a moment she was kissing his rod from base to tip, running her teeth along the shaft, eyeing hungrily the stiffness of its root.
She handled his balls playfully. "I remember when these were so tiny. But not now ... you are ... a man. My son!" Now she took the whole organ into her mouth and began sucking him.
"Mama, beautiful Mama!" he exclaimed, letting his dick sink in and out of her mouth rapidly.
She sucked and sucked. He pounded his hard prick into her until at last a flow of white-hot lava burst into her. She drained him of all his fluids.
"Now, my son," she said softly, "Come into bed with Mama. That's a nice boy."
He climbed into the sheets with her, their naked bodies pressing close together. "Suck me too, darling," she husked into his ear.
His mouth worked feverishly.
Later, she said, "Now ... fuck with your mother, fuck her good."
Gino arrived at his house a short while later. As usual, everyone was snoring. Except for Luisa who was breathless with anticipation.
"Oh, god," she cried, "Where have you been!"
"Why!" he climbed naked into her bed.
"Feel here. Feel how hard I am." She guided his fingers to her button.
"Wow," said Gino, "Little sister's hard as a rock, isn't she! I know what little sister needs."
"Yes, yes," she pleaded, "Yes, do it."
"Here, little sister," he said, shoving his dick into her dying cunt, "Here's a nice fat hard cock for you."
"Oh, Jesus," she answered, growing hotter with each thrust, "Give it to me good, fuck me til I'm dead."
Almost before they could catch their breaths, they were blasting off.
In the darkness, after a long quiet, Gino spoke. "Tomorrow, you will come with me to the matron's. We will have much fun. Can you get away from the housework?"
"I will make some excuse if you want me to. I love you, Gino."
"Good."
"What will we do there, at this Matron's?"
"Things you would never believe."
"Like what we do in bed?"
"Yes, And more. There will be others."
"Who?"
"Carlo, Angelo, Lucas."
"I don't like them."
"But you'll do what I say!"
"Of course, my love." She kissed him furtively.
"You'll be fucked by all of us, and you'll like it. You'll like the matron too. She's very special."
"How so!"
"She dances and shows her body and when you see the things she does, you will know more of what to do when a man fucks you. How to be really wild."
They nestled close together on the mattress. "But first, little sister, before the sun comes up, will you give me your sweet little cunt!"
"Of course, my brother. Here ... and here...."
"And here ..."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
SEE FIDO LICK
Sheila lay the ropes out on the floor. The dog she had rented was barking in the kitchen for more food and she went to the cupboard to get some fresh biscuits.
He was a medium sized Shepard, with brown fur and deep black eyes. His tongue was very long and that was why she had selected him.
The ropes were for a purpose also. They would bind themselves while being helplessly fucked and sucked by the animal as well as each other.
The pills, the marijuana, the chains and the whips were all set. "Let me see, what have I forgotten?" She looked around.
"Oh, yes, the rubber cocks, we'll need those." She hummed happily as she prepared for her guests. In the mirror she caught a glimpse of herself: her hair was washed and clean, the color of melted gold, her hips shook sensuously and her body was painted as before. Her belly, so well-rounded and shaped, seemed to pump with excitement.
There was a knock at the door.
The whore stood there with her son, a boy with light brown hair, aquiline nose and a broad chest. She showed them in cordially.
"Please come in," Sheila said, her eyes devouring the youngster.
The whore kissed her full on the Ups. "Do you like Charlie?"
"Oh, boy, do I! He's very well built for his age ... You are, aren't you?" she kissed him also. He sucked her lips in. "And hungry too, eh?"
The boy nodded.
"Let me fix you a drink. What do you drink?"
"We drink anything," answered the whore, removing her light jacket. Sheila caught a glimpse of her bosom which pressed out of the red dress she wore; the white flesh made her blood boil.
She gave them beer with aphrodisiac and the three of them sat together on the small couch.
"You have quite a selection here," said the whore, with sudden admiration.
"You must be hot," smiled Sheila. "Why don't you ... take your clothes off?"
"Good idea," answered the woman, a lewd expression cutting her mouth. The boy grinned too. He began to undress.
"Is that a dog I hear?" asked the whore, flinging off her slip.
"Yes. I know you'll like him."
"Will I? Will I really like him?"
"Yes. He's well-endowed."
The boy stood up to remove his underwear. He sat again, completely nude.
"Here, Fido," said Sheila, beckoning to the animal.
The dog came into the room, his wet tongue hanging out.
"We get along fine," said Sheila. "He likes me. We had a great time last night, didn't we, darling? Didn't we, you big cock stand you." She kissed him, and playfully fingered his ass.
"Does he get a big hard-on?" asked the whore.
"Just watch." Sheila's finger brought the dog's cock to an enormous erection.
"Holy Cow," said the boy.
The whore spread her legs. "Make him lick me. I want him to lick me."
Sheila spoke into the animal's ear. "Go ahead and lick the lady, Fido, tastes good. Go. Go."
The dog went to the curly pussy and began to lick between the lips. The long wet tongue soon drove the woman into a minor frenzy.
"See?" said the boy. "See Fido lick? Fido licks Mama's cunt."
"Yes," agreed Sheila, "Fido licks well. See mama's clitoris, Charlie? See how it stands?"
"Fido's tongue is driving Mama crazy."
Indeed the whore's face was lit with crude light.
"Suck me, you dog! Suck me god ... oh ... I'm so wild ... the dog is licking me as I've never been sucked by any woman or man. Oh, christ. Suck! Suck! Oh, I'm coming, yes, yes, yes, yeeeeesssss!"
And she grasped the dog's ears and made him lick deep into her wound.
The excitement was too much for the other two as well and heatedly Sheila told Charlie to fuck her ass while she sucked the dog's cock.
The animal loved the idea and soon the four of them came in a chain of depraved lust.
"Now," said the whore, "I want to be fucked in the cunt." She lay flat on the floor and the dog got on top of her. Sheila helped it guide its cock into her waiting soppy box. She licked the dog's asshole to get it good and hot.
"Charlie, put your cock in your mother's mouth while she's being fucked by the dog." The boy obeyed and kneeled behind her head, letting his stiff dick shove into the hungry lips. Sheila left the dog on his own to cram his enormous weapon and she stood over them, putting her own twat near Charlie's mouth. He didn't need any further coaxing, and again they spilled white sticky liquids onto and into each other.
Now the whore led the group. "Let Sheila have herself fucked in the cunt by the dog. Charlie will screw my asshole while I let Sheila suck me." The dog had an eternal erection. His cock plowed like a pile-driver and the satisfaction they all had in watching was fantastically good.
Again they all sighed and kicked and moaned. "Fuck, fuck! Come on Fido, lay it in me!"
"Get my cock up your ass, Mama? Is it all the way in?"
"Fuck me faster, fuck-me-faster, Son!"
"I'm licking your cunt good, you whore. Do you like my tongue?"
"Yes. Yes, and bite too, damnit!"
"Oh, I'm dyyyyyinggg!"
"Help-help-help!"
"Mama, I'm creaming in your ass, oh, oh. Ugh!"
"OOOOOOOooooo! " yelped the dog, like a wolf in the hills.
Then they began feeling each other's bodies, pinching flesh, driving fingers into every available hole.
Sheila straddled the boy, the whore took the dog up her ass with the other's help and again they poured fuck all over.
Then the whore and Sheila sixty-nined on the rug, while the boy drove his cock into Sheila's ass and the dog took on the other.
This lasted nearly twenty-minutes. They were so involved they didn't notice the entry of the boys and Louisa, who were all by now busily stripping.
"Welcome," said Sheila, being fucked up her ass gloriously by Charlie, "Come and join the party. Pot is over there. Booze in the kitchen."
Gino turned the record player on and a wild jazz band played.
Naked and ready the boys got on the rug. Louisa was spread out and tied with ropes, spread eagled, to the furniture posts.
Then one by one they fucked her.
She grew lascivious beyond words, nearly half-hysterical as one cock after the other violated her virgin body.
A chain was formed. Carlo was fucking Louisa and Gino got into his ass. Angelo fucked Gino while Lucas plowed the former.
They became noisy as hell, their organs awakening to the lusts they knew would follow.
Louisa's beautiful young body punched wickedly up against Carlo's cock. She sucked in his organ as if she hadn't had anything in days. Her eyes were glazed with mad passion.
"Fuck, fuck, fuckame!" she yelped. "Ha-ha-ha-ha!"
"You like it sister?" asked Gino, tossing her a pill. She ate it hungrily.
"Yes, my sweet fucking brother, I love it! I love to be fucked by many bodies : it is wonderful! Ugh! ugh!"
"Your ass is tight today, Angelo."
"But yours is just right, Lucas!"
"It always is. I've got the biggest in the bunch."
"Bragger," said the whore, disengaging herself, "Let's see what you can do with my cunt!"
"You bitch, wait until I shoot a load into this ass, then I'll fuck you like you've never had it." Sheila began licking up the come from Louisa's drenched cunt. Carlo mounted her cunt from behind. "This is really dog-style, ha-ha, right Fido?"
Fido barked gleefully. His cock was still swollen.
"Now the dog!" cried Louisa, making lewd circles with her belly. Her ass raised itself off the floor.
"Why not? Go. Go fuck her, Fido!" commanded Sheila.
Fido got between the girl's legs and in no time was inserted. Carlo poured wine over all the bodies and Lucas keeping his promise, mounted the delicious cunt of the whore.
"Oh, it is big," she said, spreading her legs as far as possible.
Soon Sheila lit candles and began the ceremony. The whore and Louisa had to be content to watch for awhile, but they didn't mind. Sheila gave them each a rubber dildo to amuse themselves during the proceedings.
The matron stood on a chair and commanded her subjects to kneel before her. She chanted a weird canto and began stepping among them in time to the music, a whip in her hand.
Soon the large black whip lashed down on their backs, they cried out but stayed in place stoically as she beat them black and blue. When blood was drawn she stopped and began licking their wounds.
Then she herself kneeled and commanded them to pass around the whip and each boy was to slam her ass, her cunt and her breasts at least once.
When blood was drawn they licked her body clean, driving her to mad distraction.
She lay back on the coffee table in the center and urged them to come closer.
"Now ... now," she panted, give me Gino first. Come ... Gino ... put that hard thing into me, boy."
Gino slid his cock in the opening of her cunt. His balls dangled over the corner of the table.
"Carlo," she continued, "you sit on my stomach and put your big cock between my breasts."
He complied. Her warm over-large breasts made an ample haven for his slippery cock.
"Now, Lucas...."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Lucas, you fuck my mouth from behind my head."
"Certainly."
As he came toward her she said, "Charlie, pull me down a little and enter my wet asshole ... Fido, sweetheart, come, come over here ... Good doggie." She grasped Fido's prick and began jacking it off.
Lucas fucked her mouth and they all screwed wildly until their mutual screams drove them into the devil matron with unbridled horniness.
Come was splashed between her tits, in her cunt and ass and finally, into her mouth.
This sight enflamed the two females watching. Immediately the whore drove the rubber cock into Louisa's ass, then they reversed. Then they sucked each other's assholes and fucked their cunts with rapid motions.
"Ohhhhh, Louisa, you young bitch, cram it deeper, deeper!"
"Whore! Slut! Pig of the streets-I'll show you what I've learned about sucking my own sex! Here! Here! Hereaarghhhh!"
Together they came, shooting wet pussyjuice all over their faces and arms, fucking until climax followed climax in magnificent succession.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
THE CULT MEETS
The orgy continued.
The boys danced around their mistress who handed out lighted reefers to them.
Dreamy looks of raw sensuality played on their features as they waved their arms, slapped each other's asses and shook their cocks about.
Louisa and the whore had taken a great liking to each other. They sat close together on the couch.
"Let's have the dog join us," said Louisa gaily.
"Yes, a marvelous idea, darling," answered the slut.
Fido was called over, his tail waving excitedly.
"Make him lick you and I'll stick the rubber prick up his ass and get his cock hard."
"Okay. Here, Fido, lick aunt Louisa's cunt."
Merrily, the animal began lapping up the sweet pussy juices. He grunted when the long hard rubber dick penetrated his ass, but relented with his licking. Also the massage his rod was getting goaded him further.
"Bowwwwowww!" he said, gratefully.
The whore had on one of the double pricks, so she was getting it good up her cunt too.
The dancing circle broke for a rest to watch this new scene of perversion.
Charlie went over and began sucking on the dog's cock his mother was masturbating.
Then Louisa's body buckled, rose and began rubbing rapidly against the hot wet searching tongue.
"Ooo-ahhhh," she muttered.
"Lick it all up, doggie!" yelled Carlo, enjoying the scene.
And the whore began to come too, her sweet ass punched like an elastic hammer as she fucked the dog's ass with the dildo and spliced her own cunt on the movement.
The others cheered them on, laughing drunkenly, their organs swelling from the pot, their fantasies getting wilder.
Louisa panted and screamed at last and you could see the milky juices dribbling out of her as the dog ate ravenously.
Meanwhile Charlie's mouth bulged with Fido's prick as it too rammed home a load of doggy come.
"Suck him off, Charlie!" Gino clapped.
Sheila quieted them. "Now for some real fun," she said, shaking her tits.
"What now, oh mistress?"
"Now we girls will strap on the dildos and give you children a nice ass-fucking. Line up on the floor on your hands and knees!"
The three women put on their rubber cocks and got behind the young ripe asses.
"When I say three," exclaimed Sheila, "Fuck. The first one that comes and makes her victim come, gets a double dose of marijuana and a gang bang."
They poised themselves anxiously. The boys were a little nervous. They spread their cheeks and wet their assholes with spittle.
"One...."
Their female bodies, naked and ready arched, "Two...." with both hands on their cocks they placed the point on target.
"Three ... Fuck!"
They rammed their cocks into the waiting male asses.
Their bodies heaved and everyone jammed furiously in an effort to come.
This lurid scene would have turned on a ninety-year old man. The sight of these three women fucking the boy's asses was the most lascivious thing ever seen.
Only Charlie was not fucked, but he let the dog lick his cock to a stand, and then got behind his mother.
He fucked his mother in the ass and this precipitated what she had been trying for. She flooded the rubber cocks and caused her steed, Lucas, to drown the rug with come.
"Yippeeeeee!" she cried and Lucas joined in.
At the sound of their release, all eyes turned at them. What they saw drove them also on to climax after climax.
They rode their boys' asses to kingdom come.
Sheila was flushed with happiness. What a fucking good orgy!
So the whore claimed her prize and was gang-banged, not just by the boys, but by the dog and the two dildoed women.
Her proud filthy words filled the air, "Fuck! Fuck me all of you! The whole world fucks me. ha-ha-ha-ha. The dog too, yes, yes, yes!"
Sheila brought out some champagne and they rested afterwards. They still continued to caress and soothe each other's genitals.
Lucas did a lewd dance for them, making his dick bounce from side to side and swerving his large-boned body.
Louisa knelt under him and tickled his balls and giggled until finally he fell on top of her, covered her mouth with wet kisses and jammed his cock into her sweet cunt.
Carlo then chained himself into the back of a chair and whipped his cock to a full stand. Lucas then knelt and sucked it greedily while the whore pissed on his back and masturbated her own clitoris.
This brought Charlie into the act and he played with his mother's tits from behind and then split her asshole with his raving dick.
Sheila shoved the bottle of champagne into her cunt, raised her legs to receive the bubbly liquid and the dog lapped the drippings from the side of her box.
Then Gino leaned backward to suck the mixture of champagne from Sheila's cunt. His hand made a fist and began masturbating the dog.
The group exploded and broke up, only to re-engage with even more perverted groupings.
Charlie and Gino sucked the whore's single wide cunt. "Oh, oh, two tongues on my pussy!"
Sheila, somewhat jealous, took on Lucas and Carlo. One mouth was placed on her ass and the other in the primary hole. "Get my clit, get it good!"
Louisa kissed and caressed all their bodies, every now and then sticking her index finger up an available asshole or cunt. Then she dildoed the dog's mouth and ass and let him fuck her.
Carlo sixty-nined the whore, Sheila stood above them with Gino who fucked her standing. Charlie stuck his long dick into Sheila's ass, sandwiching her in, and Lucas fucked Louisa's ass while she sucked Gino's balls.
They changed around, holding back their climax for awhile.
Now it was the whore and Louisa sixty-nining, with Carlo fucking Sheila's ass and Gino on the other side. Lucas and Charlie finger-fucked the two women, with Charlie's dick going into Fido's mouth.
"Oh, give me your balls, darling," sighed someone.
"You fuck her ass and I'll get her juicy cunt."
"Help! He's fucking me right to the stomach!"
"Cunt her good!"
"I am!"
"Look at those two broads suck on each other."
"Fuck!"
"Suck!"
"Shit, I've got my whole cock in her nowowwww!"
They all fell in a pile of groveling, sexual flesh. Hands sought out pussies and cocks. Tongues found assholes. Lips sucked lips.
Their naked bodies rubbed and slapped together as limbs reached out and grabbed, liquid fires of hot come boiled in the darkened room.
Then a light came into the room and Carlo looked up. Standing in the door was the maid, a young girl of only thirteen or so, her mouth wide open.
"Look what we have!" he yelled, and in one agile moment jumped up, closed the door and put his hand over her mouth.
"Won't you join us?" asked Sheila slyly. But there was no question in the boy's minds and in a moment she was gagged and stripped out of her uniform.
There was a terrible fear in her eyes. She was very pretty, dirty-blond and her skin was fair and white. The boy's hungrily eyed her soft white flesh, the budding tits and rosy nipples which had already begun to harden under their gaze.
The sight of their nude bodies stimulated her against her will.
Sheila ordered them to kiss her completely, from head to foot, to run their tongues and teeth all over her before de-flowering her.
"What a piece of luck," she thought, "the gods will be happy to receive a virgin female into this rite."
The girl had red Ups, small and pouting. Her teeth were white and large. The whore held her arms back, Charlie and Gino held her feet spread apart, and Carlo kneeled between her legs.
"You're stacked, honey!" he exclaimed. "Ever been fucked before?"
She violently shook her head.
"Well, don't worry, you'll get to love it so much you won't want to leave. You'll want to join us in our love session."
He readied his dick, placing it on the mark.
Then, Carlo plunged.
"Aieeeee!" The girl let forth a scream. Blood gushed from her cunt and the look on her face was pained and tortured. She struggled, but it was no use. Carlo fucked her good, sucking the blood out of her box with his ramrod, until finally he came into her. Come and blood mixed this way; Charlie licked it up after the first boy had finished.
Now Charlie plunged ... The girl's face changed from terror to pleasure ... soon the rhythm of the hot dick made her insides bum with ecstasy and the whore released her arms. She hugged Charlie to her so he could fuck her more deeply.
"Oh, oh, oh," she said.
Everyone smiled, pleased with the initiation.
All the boys fucked her in succession; her legs were released and she wrapped them around each new comer with a certain violence.
Words like fuck, shit, piss, cock, began to issue from her mouth as she brought on one screaming orgasm after another.
Then Sheila said, "Let Fido have his turn too."
It was true, poor dog, he'd only been allowed to watch until now, and was panting furiously.
With a jump he was on her, his paws on her nipples.
She popped her hot white young ass up at him, meeting the enormous animal cock with amazing speed and agility.
"A born fucker," said the whore, "I must take her back with me."
Sheila dropped her wet cunt down on the maid's face. Sensing her desire, the maid licked circles around the button. Her own tits became hot points of want and so the whore nibbled on them.
Fido finished and brought on the maid's twelfth orgasm.
Carlo turned the girl over. "Let her learn about this way," he said with cruelty.
Parting the ass-cheeks he first wet the hole, then fit the know of his glistening prick into it.
"Go, man," said the whore.
"Give it to her," agreed Gino.
"Fuck her ass good! She's young and it's new to her."
"Be careful," said Angelo, "she's a virgin there."
"So were you once," laughed Lucas, shoving a finger into Carlo's ass.
The maid had grabbed Carlo's halls. Her knees were drawn back from greater pleasure. Carlo's tan body contrasted deliciously with her plump white one.
"Arghhhh!" she screamed as the cock split her canal.
"I'll cream you, you innocent Bitch!" said Carlo, his come already bubbling.
She lunged to meet his onslaught, forcing his cock down deep into her entrails until it socked the thin membrane.
With her own fingers she manipulated her bell. They both spilled their fluids at once.
The light in the room was all but gone now as Sheila distributed a double dose of the aphrodisiac.
"There is little time left," she said, "but we must make use of it. Boys, man your cocks. The french ticklers are in that lower cabinet ... Girls, the three of us are going to give the others a show."
With growing excitement they swallowed the love-potions.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
THE GROPING GROUP
Now Sheila took the whore and tied her to the closet with chains, so that she was stretched out. Her wet mound seemed to pulsate with hot desire. The matron licked the open lips of her cunt.
"Now you're going to have a little pain with your pleasure, dear."
Sheila reached for a long, black whip. Her eyes glowed lasciviously at the whore who only smiled back in defiance.
Swaaaat! Sheila smacked the whore's neck and arms. Swaat! She brought the whip's pointed tip down on her nipples. The whore kept smiling, but bit her lower lip.
"Go ahead, beat me! I love it!" she cried out.
"I'll beat you, you bitch!" yelled Sheila. She slashed again, this time bringing a red welt across her white belly.
The boys watched, their hearts pounding wildly. Sheila's tits shook with each lash. Her cunt was large and hairy. You could see the large clitoris protruding. She was really enjoying this cruel beating.
Swaat! She began to swipe at the whore's pussy, harder and harder. But the whore only spread her legs more, to receive the pained pleasure on her naked labia.
"Beat her!" said Louisa, her young body quivering with lust. Her brother drew near and whispered in her ear.
"You little slut, I'm going to fuck you while we watch."
Sheila brought the big, black whip down again and again on the whore's luscious body, until she cried with pain, "Oh, stop, stop! I can't take anymore! Somebody fuck me!"
"When I'm good and ready, I'll stop," she said.
Meanwhile Gino was mounting his sister from behind, shoving his lewd cock into the outer folds of her pussy. He grabbed her long hair and pulled, "Go, pony, go!"
But Louisa's eyes were glued sadistically to the scene. "Beat her! Beat her!"
The whore whimpered, but Sheila kept smashing.
Now Louisa began to come furiously. The sight of the whore's blood touched off some erotic perversion in her nature. Her brother plowed his long, hard dick into her.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, I love it!" Louisa's voice came high and shrill.
"I'll give it to you, sister! Take it!"
As his sperm buckled into Louisa, Sheila dropped the whip and went over to the voluptuous, welted body.
She ran her tongue over the wounds, finding at last the V of the whore's crotch.
The whore cried sensuously now, grinding her hips. She moaned masochistically, but her face glowed with pleasure.
"Yes," whispered the whore hoarsely, "suck me, Sheila, suck my beaten cunt. I love you."
Sheila kept sucking the clitoris of the whore. Everyone watched in fascination as the exposed clit grew and grew.
"Now, each one of you take a suck on this button," commanded the matron.
One by one, they all sucked on the beauty's cunt, taking the clit between their lips and teeth.
The whore could not bear this group sucking for long. She began to come into Carlo's mouth, and he sucked her dry.
Then came Fido, who licked her quick and hard. Next Alberto brought the clit to another stand. Lucas finger-fucked her while Gino jerked off a load on her thighs.
"Now, let's all piss on her!" said the matron, her face livid with raging lust.
They all pissed on the whore's body. She sang for joy, "Yes, yes, wash me clean, ha-ha-ha!"
Louisa kissed her full on the lips, running her hands all over the pissy but beautiful body. The whore sucked in Louisa's tongue ravenously.
Finally, Sheila released the raven-haired slut and fucked her up the ass with a rubber cock. Then she instructed them to all fuck the whore one way or another.
So, Gino got into her ass. Alberto fucked her mouth. Carlo screwed her cunt. Then Sheila took the whore's right hand and guided it into her pussy. Louisa took the other hand and did the same. The maid took one of the whore's feet and stuffed it into her cunt. Fido rubbed his cock on her other foot.
Then they all rubbed and fucked until at last their juices burst forth like lava. Their bodies belted load after load of hot come.
"Now," said Sheila, rising, "we're going to have a real group grope. First, Gino, my darling, you start the chain. Get on the floor."
He obeyed.
"Carlo, suck your friend's cock. Louisa, chew on Carlo's dick. That's it. Now, my darling maid, you taste the sweet juices in Louisa's box, while Lucas fucks you with his special fat prick. Marvelous. Next, Alberto, you get your wet dick into Lucas' ass. He loves it. And you, my dear whore, suck his balls. Also, put your cunt near Gino's mouth so he can get a good suck off you. Fine."
Sheila went about making adjustments in the chain. "Fuck her harder there. And you, get your cunt right on his face, really lap it up. Now, all of you reach out and help where you can. Grab a leg or a tit or whatever and feel as one massive pile of steaming, fucking flesh. Beautiful!"
Then the matron moved about, running her lips over the converging genitals and mouths. She got someone's hand into her own sizzling box and came copiously all over it.
"Fuck! Fuck! Let's all fuck to hell and back!"
Then the boys were ordered to bring out more food: grapes, wine, cheese and other restoratives.
They rubbed wine on their flesh and popped grapes into their asses and cunts so that some mouth could taste the sweet and sour taste of flesh. There was much laughter and filthy talk.
Then Sheila set up the movie screen and showed the films.
As the light hit the screen, everyone leaned forward in anticipation.
A black man with an over-sized cock lay on a large, wooden table. At the moment his organ was asleep, as was he.
The door to the room opens and a small, petite girl of about thirteen, dressed in a nurse's uniform, enters. She seems startled at first, then stealthily approaches the table.
She takes his wrist in her hand as if to feel his pulse. She has long, blonde hair and ripening titties that are high and firm. Her dress fits her tightly and you can see the shape of her hips and ass quite clearly.
Slowly, she climbs onto the table and lays her ear to his chest, as if to hear his heart. Her dress aggravates his cock, and we see it begin to rise.
The little girl takes off the dress in annoyance and now we see that she is completely naked under it.
She has a beautiful body. Her white flesh against his black skin is very sensual-looking. She notices with pleasure that the cock is almost fully grown now-an enormous shaft! About fourteen inches long.
She begins to kiss it with little kisses and then licks it like a lollypop. There is a close-up of her lips on his dick-head. The huge, black shaft vibrates with life and the man opens his eyes.
He picks her up into the air and brings her pussy right down on his shaft, impaling her.
She protests, but soon half his rod is inside her. He spins her around like a top and she cork-screws down on his over-large organ.
We can see the black shaft shoving, shoving and the girl's face grows lewd beyond words.
The girl reaches behind and holds his heavy ball-sac. Her little white ass cheeks rub on his hard flesh and he grins lasciviously.
He takes her by the shoulders and works her up and down on his dick. She throws her head back, laughing insanely, her face filthy with lust. She slams his cock as hard as possible and soon it is all the way in. By the looks of things, the tip of his cock must be in her stomach.
"Wow," said Gino, taking hold of Carlo's dick, "this is some film!"
"Yes," agrees Louisa, fingering her clit.
The whore was sucking Lucas' large cock. She had taken quite a liking to it.
Now the black man had her in a dog position and was inserting his knob into her anus. You could see him spreading the soft, white buttocks, the crazy expression on his face.
She was smiling and sucking her fingers, as if they were cocks.
The tall, hard black man rammed his gorged prick into the asshole furiously.
The girl met his onslaught tit for tat.
Sheila lay on the floor, taking Alberto down on top of her. The others were growing very lewd again, too. There was Gino with both his sister and the maid in a sucking chain, still watching the film. In fact, they all positioned themselves so that they could observe.
Now the black man was spilling his white lava into the blonde's anus. She whipped backwards herself, her own juice dripping from her cunt. He inserted a finger in her cunt and brought on yet another climax.
Then he laid her down flat on the table and fucked her rapidly, taking her young hardened nipples between his teeth and chewing hard.
She wrapped her shapely legs around his brown back, drawing his cock in to its full length.
Meantime, Lucas was fucking the dog's ass,....
The blonde girl sucked her boy friend's full lips with her warm mouth. Her eyes were glints of steely fire.
And Sheila came into Louisa's mouth as she was fucked by Alberto....
Now the black man placed his ass on the girl's face so she could suck his corrugated asshole, and he lurched forward and sank his long, red tongue into her outer labia.
The whore buckled for release....
"I'm coming!" cried Gino, his eyes still riveted to the screen.
The two on the screen were coming also. You could see the rich white spunk coming out of the black man's enormous cock as it rubbed between the broad's tits. Her own box spurted forth a load of the liquid and it trickled down over her thighs.
Then, the next film came on.
A buxom brunette of about seventeen sat before a large dressing table, brushing her long hair. She wore a yellow peignoir, tied loosely at the neck, leaving her taut young breasts standing proudly away from her rib cage. The nipples jutted straight out.
With each stroke, the heavy tits swayed, and sometimes the filmy material of the nightie ruffed against the nipples, bringing a faint smile to the girl's Ups. She gazed at her own image with a smoky look and reached up to caress a very available breast.
She squeezed gently and the flesh oozed between her fingers in a pleasurable movement. She teased the breast and then the nipple, watching intently as the mound of brown flesh grew outward, stiffening quickly.
She put down her brush and leaned back in her chair, taking one lush mound of flesh in each hand and , closing her eyes in growing rapture, she worked at the erotic manipulations.
The camera changed to a higher angle, overlooking the thrusting breasts and contracting hands. The girl's legs began to stretch outward as her voluptuous feelings grew in intensity. Her legs fell helplessly apart, allowing the peignoir to flow to the sides of her hips. Her graceful loins were decorated with a luscious muff, through which her succulent opening was visible.
The camera showed a close-up of the girl's hand doing its work on the creamy melon of breast, and suddenly it cut to the door.
There stood another girl, ash-blonde, with curving hips, and she was rubbing her own twat in pleasure-giving circles. She approached the other girl from behind.
The brunette was still at the dressing table, her head back and her eyes closed as she plucked at one nipple and rubbed the outer shield of her vagina.
The nude girl in the doorway approached. Her red nipples showed clearly against her breasts, thrusting forward in rough movements.
The bodies in Sheila's room were infatuated with this reel for some reason. Only Carlo was busy, screwing Louisa, but she watched like the others.
Now the masturbating girls embraced one another with their Ups. They rubbed their asses together also.
The second girl began to knead her girl friend's breasts. Then the other trailed her face down the silken curve of her belly and buried it in the golden bush, licking and kissing the curved mound with fervor.
Now the camera cut to the doorway again to show a large, bald man with muscles of steel. A weight-lifter, no doubt. He was hung fantastically well. He had an evil grin on his face as the two girls fell down to the bed in a sixty-nine position.
The screen was filled with the head and profile of one of the girls as she pressed close to the furry, enflamed crotch of the other. She was bucking and flailing in the throes of an orgasm.
The man burst into the room. The girls stared horrified at the large, stiff erection, pushing strongly from the thick cluster of black hair at his crotch.
One girl screamed and came off the bed in a run. She tried to get past him, but the man felled her with a heavy blow to the back of the head. She fell in a heap of pink and white flesh.
The camera cut to the second girl, the brunette, showing her expression of near hysteria, then dropping to expose her wet and matted pubic hair. The next shot was of the man's animal-like gaze as he moved to the girl on the bed and squeezed the trim globes of resilient flesh, teasing the nipples with his large, crude thumbs, and kissing Hie girl's face while she cried and moaned for mercy.
The man's prick was wet and hot. It approached the blonde thatch, so recently finished with girlish orgasm. The contrast of the two organs and their owners was extremely stimulating, and Gino began to rub his cock.
The girls were caught up in a lewd chain of their own, one behind the other with rubber cocks.
The brutish man squeezed one gorgeous breast after the other, as the film continued. He stood between her legs, which dangled over the edge of the bed. The camera moved in for a tight shot as he used one hand to place the swollen red knob of his penis at the delicate entrance to the puffy pink twat.
The man's fingers stretched the lips apart, giving him a soft gash at which to aim his hard cannon. The head of his cock was within the soft, inviting flesh in two surprisingly gently probes, one of which saw the congested knob withdraw after popping inside with easy movements.
Then, with a forceful thrust of his hips, the man rammed the thick stalk home for half of its length. The camera cut to the girl's contorted face as her eyes bulged.
She screamed in fright and pain, although there was no sound track. She yelled again as the man battered the long penis into the slick canal of the stretching gash.
Her nails clawed his chest, and a second pair of hands tried to pull him from the impaled body that twisted and churned in an effort to escape.
Now you could see the other girl trying to rescue her friend, the still nude body and bobbing breasts helpless against the man's heavy arms. He laughed and pinned the attacker's head to the bed with one big hand.
She could see the pumping prick as it violated the virginal channel. Her fear was soon replaced by fascination. In and out the cock probed, as though drilling for oil.
Now the victim's hips began to undulate, to meet the plundering shaft and heavy balls that swung against the perfect buttocks.
The man began to pump harder, going wild now that his victim was not only cooperating but flexing her ass as she met his hard, long pokes. Her entire body had begun a clinging, milling action, and her face was contorted with lust.
"Go get her!" yelled Carlo.
"Give it to her!" shouted Alberto.
The second girl was released, but she didn't try to escape. She just lay there, moving her face closer to watch the driving male and female parts. She crawled upward to neck with her girl friend while the man continued to fuck with crazy abandon from the standing position, building to a violent climax.
He reached down and began to finger the twat of the second girl, searching for her clit. The girl continued to make love to her friend, but moved her marble buttocks closer so that the rapist could easily locate the thing he was looking for. When he did, she began to bob her butt in a frenzy, showing blonde hair and a part of her pink gash.
Then the man came, his heavy balls bobbing like crazy. The other girl took her friend's place and the man, his cock still gorged and ready, spliced the creamy-white opening to lay bare the red inner flesh.
The first girl got behind and licked the rapist's asshole, sticking one finger into her friend's anus.
They all climaxed in a rage.
The film stopped and by now all parties concerned were ablaze with desire.
Gino and Carlo grabbed Louisa and flung her to the floor. "Now, you're going to get yours," said Carlo cruelly. "My cock is hard and ready to go."
They pinned her to the floor, holding her legs wide apart. The lovely thighs shivered as Carlo's hard prick slipped into her hairy cunt. It went in very easily.
"Hey!" said Carlo joyously. He plunged in and out. Her movements joined his with wild yearning.
As his friend shoved deeper and deeper, Gino grew so hot that he took off lewdly. His come squirted in her eyes. He lowered it into her mouth.
She took it willingly.
The three of them went at it lewdly, she sucking her brother's cock while Carlo fucked her cunt to madness.
Louisa's eyes were full of fire as her cunt burned for more. As Carlo shot his load into her vagina, she arched upwards and took in Gino's cock to the hilt. Then he came again into her throat, his cock ablaze with the perversions of the scene. The others began their own couplings and combinations.
"Shall we stop?" asked Carlo.
"No, no," she cried, "don't stop now. More. More."
"You'd better fuck me good, too," said her brother.
"I'll fuck, I will," she pleaded. "Come on, brother, let's see if you're still hard enough for me." She winked.
Gino mounted his sister. The slippery wet sheath drew in his prick to the core and he fucked her delightedly. Carlo, of course, took over her mouth.
Then Carlo fucked her in the ass while Gino fucked his friend's ass. Then they formed a chain, screwing into one another's assholes.
"Now," husked Louisa, "both of you fuck me.
So, first she straddled her brother's cock, while Carlo got behind and inserted his dick into her waiting anus.
This sandwich drove her mad with lust. "You cunt-fuckers, both of you fucking me raw! Oh, christ, I can't take it!"
"You hot bitch! Take my cock into your ass!" said Carlo.
Louisa breathed quickly, her pounding wild heart beating with the double-fucking she was getting. "Ohhhhh, I'm exploding!" She rained a torrent of juicy fluids over their organs.
Their bodies thrust in a rhythm of complete lewdness as their succulent genitals clashed and splashed.
"Oh, fuck!"
And as they looked around they saw the others coming, too, in weird ceremonial paroxysms of frenzied promiscuity.
And Sheila stood over them all, cracking her whip, inserting a finger now and then to some waiting hungry asshole or cunt.
"Fuck on, you fuckers!" she cried jubilantly. "We are! We Are!"
"LOOK! LOOK, HOW I FUCK HER MOUTH!"
"And me, I'm being sucked by Fido!"
"More, more! Holy fuck, this is delicious!" Then, one by one, they separated.
"Here," said Sheila, handing around another dose of potion, "let's really get going!"
They all exchanged looks of wonderment, but obediently took the liquid into their mouths, like animals who knew no end to their appetites.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
HUBBY RETURNS
The boys put on their ticklers while Sheila and the whore took Louisa to the center.
The three women stood naked and drunken. Sheila led them in a dance of the most perverted type. They flung their cunts out, gyrating their hips seductively and spreading their ass-cheeks wide to give the audience a better view.
Each one danced, one behind the other, licking and biting the asshole of the girl in front.
Louisa lay flat on the floor, her body still undulating to the rhythm of the music: drums beating in a steady throb and a flute whining out a melody.
The whore lay down upon her, facing Louisa's feet. She took Louisa's wet vagina into her devouring mouth and Louisa did the same with hers.
Sheila strapped on a rubber cock and mounted the whore's ass.
"You have a beautiful bun!" Sheila said, "And now I'm going to fuck it up to the hilt, like a man."
"Go ahead," urged Gino. "Do it!"
A wave of perverted enthusiasm permeated the others, who now were joining in a chorus to urge the performers. "Yes! Do it! Do it!" they shouted.
With one good shove, Sheila drove in the complete length of the hard rubber cock into the whore's ass. Fido barked vicariously, enveloped also in the electricity of the lustful scene.
The whore sucked Louisa's cunt more hurriedly.
The feeling that the rubber cock was producing in her anal canal was the most voluptuous of the evening. The drugs aggravated the sense of being screwed. There was more pain and pleasure than usual. She rolled her hips around, like a top.
As for Louisa ... her mouth was a machine, sucking violently at the juices in her mate's twat. Her arms were wrapped around the whore.
Sheila took one of Louisa's hands, however, and guided it to her warm pussy, shoving it up her hot box.
"Finger my box while I plow this whore!" she commanded. "Get on the clit ... yes ... that's it ... ohh," she squirmed with royal pleasure.
The circular motions on her button were wonderfully sensual.
"Get the maid," said Sheila, her two-way cock driving her mad with lust. "Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!"
The maid, who had been resting on the couch and sucking Carlo's cock, was brought forward. There was a hint of fear in her eyes but her lips held a sexy, sly smile of sullen lewdness.
"I want you to suck my asshole first, girl," she was commanded
"Yes, madam," she said, sinking to her knees behind the matron. Her tongue entered the crevice.
Louisa parted the cheeks of her ass for her.
"Now strap on the dildo and fuck my ass while I fuck this whore's. And be quick about it."
In a few minutes she was well embedded in Sheila's ass.
"Oh, fuck!" cried the matron, all of a sudden.
Her back arched and she drove hard and fast into the whore's ass as the maid thrust inward.
The maid was smiling. Her tongue hung out and she licked her lips in utter perversion.
She stuck a pretty finger up her own ass as the double cock pounded her cunt.
The boys looked on hungrily. The drugs were bringing them all to a cock stand.
"Look at those broads fuck and suck one another," said Lucas. His wide stupid expression was hot and heavy.
"I got eyes," said Gino.
The girls shot load after load of female come. The whore sucked most lasciviously on the sweet pussy beneath her.
Louisa helped Sheila to even greater heights by pinching her clitoris.
Her discharges were fast and furious.
It was a glorious orgy.
They finished off one more round of lascivious fornication.
But just then the phone rang, startling everyone.
Sheila went over and picked up the receiver. "Hello? Who? Oh, I thought you wouldn't be back before Tue ... Tuesday...." She turned away, covering the receiver. "It's my husband. You'd better all get dressed and leave. I'll contact you when he's gone ... what, dear?"
"I'm not far away," the familiar voice said, "I'm at the station. I'll be home soon."
"Why did you come back so soon, love?"
She did not hide the anger in her voice.
"Don't you miss me? Anyway, I'm here now and I'll be home in fifteen minutes."
"Good-Bye." She hung up. What a pain in the ass! He was back already. The orgies ... they would have to stop for a while. She would go out of her mind.
The others got dressed quickly. They sensed Shelia's tone of disappointment.
"Don't worry, friends, the Cult will go on. As soon as I can get rid of Drake, my husband."
One by one they embraced and left until at last Shelia was alone again.
Removing the excess make up, she thought, life is too cruel. She straightened the room.
The reflection she saw in the mirror-the perfect loveliness of her face and body, were no consolation. Soon Drake would be back with all his conventions, his pot belly and idle talk.
He would fuck her once, maybe twice and then fall asleep. She would be hungry beyond belief until he left again.
The sea was a quiet roar now, blue deep and sensual with glints of sharp light.
The air was cooler and she pictured once again the mass of bodies, the dances and perversions that had taken place.
Fido came up along side of her and licked her hands. I still have you, at least, she thought. When her husband came in she did not even turn to look at him.
He put his arms around her waist and kissed her neck. She felt his belly on her spine.
"Angel," he said.
She didn't answer. He cupped her breasts.
"I love your breasts," he said.
She turned and looked him in the eyes, an idea springing into her head.
"The doctor sent some special pills for you, Drake, for your blood. And there's a very nice maid, who comes in from time to time. I want you to meet her. I know we'll all get along."
A look of quiet lust came upon the matron's face....
