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   Chapter 6: Bits of Paradise Lost...

   On the way, Patricia - I had finally just asked her name when I couldn't
figure out which twin she was - told us that Sam had come running out of
the woods crying hysterically about 8 or 9 hours after Tony, Alex and her
had set off.  When the 4 girls at the base camp had stopped her to find out
what was wrong, she had just screamed at them to stay away and ran off to
the bluff north of camp.  Over the past few days, all of the four girls had
tried to find out what was wrong but they were each met with the same
screamed dismissal every time.  They had finally taken to just putting some
food and water at the edge of the bluff and hoping that we'd be able to
sort it out when we got back; as far as they could tell, however, neither
the food nor the water had been touched.

   At Patricia's suggestion, Jan, Sarah and I had left the rest of the
young women at the base camp and gone off to talk to Sam.  The other girls
weren't happy with the turn of events, but one look at our eyes and the
arguments and protests died on their lips.  Though somewhat sullen, they
had agreed to remain behind - all except Jamie, who managed to look such
daggers at me that I was not looking forward to facing her later.  Even
Jamie, though, had eventually stayed at the camp.

   We found Sam huddled into a near fetal position at the inverted corner
of a largish boulder.  She looked at us as we approached, and I was struck
by the almost solid red surrounding her pretty brown eyes and her over-all
bedraggled appearance.  This was not the same talkative, outgoing, creative
young woman we had parted from.  This girl was extremely pale and scared of
her own shadow.

   "Sam?" I called softly, but she just looked at me with a haunted
expression in her eyes.

   "Go 'way," she croaked, her voice a gritty whisper.  She tried to wave
me off, but she could barely lift her arm.

   "Sam, what happened?" I asked a little more sternly.  I had to know.  I
had to know what had scared or hurt her.  I had to know what had happened
to Alex and Tony.

   "Leave me ALONE," her voice was so weak she couldn't shout, but it
didn't stop her from making the effort.  She turned her head, her long
brown hair matted and dirty.

   I took a step closer and was about to ask again, when a hand on my arm
stopped me.

   "Why don't you go back a little ways and let me try," Jan asked quietly.
I turned to argue with her but there was something in her eyes that held me
back.  Slowly, I nodded and turned, retracing my steps a few feet.  I
wanted to get far enough away that Sam would feel comfortable, but not so
far that I couldn't eavesdrop on the conversation.

   I was just in time to see Sarah hurrying back down the beach.  I called
to her but she didn't even acknowledge me, moving at almost a dead run back
to the camp.  I fought with myself for a few moments, trying to decide
which course of action to follow.  In the end, I decided to stay in case
Jan or Sam needed me.

   As I sit in the sand, I strained to listen but I needn't have worried.
Sounds had a tendency to echo slightly around the bluff even above the surf
that crashed more than a hundred feet below.  I could hear each of Sam's
words perfectly and they filled me with a cold rage that I had never felt
before.

   "Sam, it's okay.  No one's going to hurt you," Jan was whispering
soothingly.

   "Why can't you just leave me alone," Sam cried, but her voice was hoarse
and haunted.  I could hear the tears in that voice, tears that she no
longer had moisture enough to form.

   "I need to know what happened, hon.  Are you hurt?"

   The humorless, absolutely cold laugh that was Sam's response would echo
in my nightmares for a long time to come.  "Hurt?  Yea.  Yea I guess you
could say I'm hurt."

   "Can you tell me what happened?" Jan asked softly, I peeked around the
large stone outcropping I was hiding behind and I could see Sam huddled in
Jan's arms, her shoulders trembling with tears that could not be shed.

   "Oh, God...oh, God," she cried over and over.  Jan just rocked her in
her arms, waiting for the sobs to quiet.  The seconds dragged on and the
two women just huddled there.  Jan caught me looking around the rock and
her eyes just stared through me, not acknowledging me in the slightest. 
Her eyes were glistening at the plight of the younger woman.

   Eventually, Sam's sobs quieted and her story bled from her lips.

   "The...the boys...and I had walked to the large lake and had filled our
gourds," she whispered, her voice carrying to me.  I could just make out
the pain and torture of her tone, the agony that she must be in.  I was
torn in that moment, torn in having Sam tell her story or letting her be.
The obvious pain the words were causing her was too difficult to bear.  One
look at her, her matted hair, the puffed out eyes, her emaciated
appearance, and I resolutely sat back down.  "The...the two...they wanted
to sit there for a few moments and drink.  The gourds were small, so I
agreed - better to drink our fill so we wouldn't have to stop later.

   "They...the two...they gave me a drink from one of their gourds.  The
water was red...they said they had found it and that it tasted like spiced
fruit and I should have some.  I took a sip...it was delicious," her words
tapered off to dry tears and it was a few moments before she could go on.
"It was tart and fruity.  I asked if I could...if I could...if I could have
more and they told me to drink all I wanted.  I finished that gourd and
they gave me another.  By the time I had finished the second one,
though...I knew...I knew something was wrong.

   "I was starting to feel warm all over...not like alcohol, but like a
blanket was wrapping itself around me in a chilling warmth.  My head was
clear but the lights seemed a little bright and the heat...my heat...it was
distracting me.  I felt...oh god...I felt..."

   She couldn't go on.  The sobs took her anew and I was startled to find
tears running down my own cheeks.  I had no idea what she was leading
to...I thought that the water must be poisoned, but she was still alive so
that made no sense.  I watched, helplessly, as Jan stroked her matted hair
and rubbed up and down the broken girls back.

   "What was it, Sam?  How'd you feel?" Jan asked, her voice soft and
soothing.

   For a few moments, I didn't think Sam was going to respond but finally
she blurted the words like an epithet.  "Horny!  Okay...I felt...oh god...I
felt so horny.  So fucking horny.  I felt like...like...like if I didn't
do...if I didn't...do...do...SOMETHING right then...and they were
there...and I had diddled off thinking about...I couldn't...but I couldn't
stop..."

   "Shh, it's okay Sam, it's over," Jan whispered to her.

   "NO!" Sam screamed, and I could barely recognize her voice.  "NO!  It's
not okay.  It's NEVER going to be okay...I ripped their clothes off.  I
couldn't help myself...my mind was clear...so clear...but...it was as if
all of my inhibitions were gone.  I knew I shouldn't be doing this with
them.  I knew what I was doing wasn't right for me, that I would never
do...THAT...if I were in my right mind.  I knew...knew that I shouldn't be
doing it...but all I could feel was this heat...this incredible need...so I
ripped off their clothes...and they were laughing...and I begged them...I
begged them...and they...they...took me...from everywhere...for hours and
hours...and I couldn't stop...and they kept feeding me that goddamn
juice...they fucked me...my cunt...my ass...they made me suck their
cocks...but they didn't make me because I was begging for it...begging to
drink their cum...I couldn't...couldn't..." She broke down again in tears
and I broke down with her.

   "...but it felt so good...I wanted it...because...it felt so good...and
then...then...when I started to come down...and I realized what had
happened...and that I had done it...that it was my fault...that no one had
forced me...I ran...and ran...and I didn't want anyone to see me..."

   "Shhh...Sam it's not your fault," Jan whispered to her.  "They raped
you, baby."

   Something inside of me broke -- something primordial that lived deep
down in the pits of my psyche.  Something broke loose that I had never
allowed to gain the light of day.  I felt ice coursing through my veins and
those words echoing throughout my head.  "They raped you." It echoed within
me, it pounded my head at every angle.  My eyes looked out upon the ocean,
but there was not gentle soothing to be found in the waves.  Instead, I
found the darkness that lie within me and I trembled at the hunger that was
echoed there.

   I'm not sure how long I remained there, unable to move as the anger
coursed throughout me.  I watched as Jan led Sam down the bluff, tears
coursing down both of their cheeks.  I followed mechanically, unable to
think straight.  I watched as Jan led Sam to the camp and gave her to
Patricia who held her like a mother holds a child.  Then Jan turned to me.

   "I think we're missing two young men," Jan said to me, looking straight
into my eyes.  Even in my towering rage, I flinched away from those orbs;
all I saw in them was death.

   Slowly, I nodded.  "Maybe we should go and find them," I replied but I
couldn't believe the cold whisper that hissed through my lips.

   As one, Jan and I turned towards the forest behind us.  As we
disappeared into the growth, someone called out to us from the camp:
"Where's Sarah?" I paid no attention, but something clicked in the back of
my head.  Something that I couldn't quite place.  Something that I couldn't
quite catch, but it seemed so important.  Then it hit me and I stopped in
alarm.

   Jan didn't notice I had pulled up and kept walking for a few steps. 
When she finally noticed I wasn't with her, she turned around and looked at
me, cold death still adorning her eyes.  "What's the matter?" she asked
impatiently, her hands opening and closing like claws.

   "Where's Sarah?" I asked, trying to think everything through.

   "Who cares, Mike?" she replied.  "I think we should be concentrating on
Alex and Tony, don't you?"

   "Give me a minute," reason breaking the death grip of my rage.  "Sarah
left almost as soon as we got to the bluff and saw Sam."

   "So?" Jan replied, clearly impatient.

   "So...think it through," I responded, the germ of an idea twinkling in
my head.  "Sarah comes back, sees Sam, and then vanishes - probably into
the forest since she wasn't at camp.  Why?"

   I saw the wheels starting to turn in Jan's head.  I saw as a look of
extreme concentration shadowed her face but it didn't take long for her to
come to the same conclusion.  "She knew?" she whispered, incredulity
tempering her words.

   "It's the only thing that makes sense," I replied.  "Remember how she
was acting the night I 'woke up'?  Not quite as bad as Sam but she was
still in a funk.  Where Sam tried to stay away from everyone, she was just
trying to stay away from Alex and Tony by staying with the crowd.  It all
makes sense...

   "I think she knew.  I think they tried this on her first, maybe that
first day or night.  Whatever that stuff is Alex and Tony have, they gave
it to her and she was as violated as Sam."

   "But," Jan questioned me.  "Why wouldn't she tell us?  Why wouldn't she
warn us?"

   "Probably similar reasons to Sam's," I replied.  "Embarrassment. 
Uncertainty.  Maybe even fear.  Something Sam said...that the liquid
doesn't make you do something you don't already want to do.  It just
removes the inhibitions you have from actually doing it."

   "Plus," Jan muttered.  "It kicks up your sex drive so you have no choice
but to do it."

   "Well, there is that.  I wonder where they found this stuff...or if they
somehow brought it with them," I mused.  I hadn't seen them with any
containers of any kind...but I hadn't really been looking.

   "We can find out when we catch them," Jan said, her voice hardening. 
Without another word, she turned and started marching off into the woods. I
quickly followed.

   Without a clear idea of where we were going, we first headed towards the
lakes.  We moved slowly, deliberately, trying to remain as quiet as
possible.  We definitely didn't want to tip off the twins that we were
coming.  Better to take them by surprise.  Better to get to them before
Sarah did; no telling what she'd do.

   We made it to the lake but they weren't there.  The lake was really
neither big nor small; maybe a mile or so in width and it seemed to stretch
all the way from the volcanic mountain to the north.  However, it was the
clearest, most blue water I had ever seen.  It was the color of a cloudless
day in mid-August, and as clear as a glass of tap water.  We could see
straight down to the sand and stone bottom our view disturbed only
occasionally by a swimming fish.

   Choosing a direction at random, we began walking north towards the
mountain towering above us.  It was slow going both because we were trying
to be as quiet as possible as well as because of the trees and shrubs that
seemed to go up to the very edge of the lake itself.

   Suddenly, Jan dropped to her knees, a startled cry escaping her lips. 
"Mike, look!"

   There was a small basin carved in the ground beneath a tree and shrubs
some 2 feet from the edge of the lake itself.  Water had been captured
inside the basin, but where the water in the lake was clear and blue, the
water in the basin was clouded red.

   Jan looked around and noticed some flowering berries, a sick reddish
purple in color, in the shrubs surrounding the water basin.  "This must be
the liquid," Jan remarked, dipping her hand in the water and bringing it to
her lips.  I watched as she sipped the water from her cupped palm.  "Tart
and fruity.  The boys must have found this on that first day and decided to
try some."

   I was looking at the berries themselves, however.  Something about them
didn't seem right but I couldn't put my finger on what.  They looked almost
sickly and...it seemed impossible but...evil, somehow.  "What kind of
berries are these?"

   Jan looked them over.  "I don't know.  Serrated leaves...look at the
white flowers.  I've seen these before somewhere," her face crinkled in
thought for a few moments and then cleared.  "Elderberries!  These look
just like elderberries."

   "They can't be!  Aren't raw elderberries poisonous?"

   "Yea," Jan mumbled.  "But these aren't quite elderberries, are they?  I
mean, they look like them but they aren't quite.  I don't know...maybe a
relative of elderberries or something."

   "Elderberries are cyanogenic, aren't they?  That would affect the
brain...hallucinations, maybe, or convulsions or seizures...I wonder..."

   "What, Mike?" Jan looked at me.  Something was wrong, though, her eyes
weren't totally focused and she was shaking her head as if to clear it.

   "Well, we just assumed that Alex and Tony brought Ecstasy or something,"
I thought out loud.  "But what if it's in the water?  What if this strain
of elderberry - or whatever it is -- when steeped in water like that causes
some kind of mental malfunction.  Maybe that's what they found out,
somehow, that it..."

   "MIKE!  Look out!  Behind you..."

   I turned my head quickly, but felt pain assail me from the side of my
head.  Quickly, I descend into a painful black devoid of all light...



   My head hurt like with a fire beyond pain.  For a few brief moments, I
wondered if the crawl to the light was worth it.  In the end, though, I
decided to take the plunge.

   I opened my eyes but it took a while for them to clear.  I tried to get
up, but I noted with confusion that my legs and arms seemed to be bound. 
My legs stretched out before me, my arms behind me and the gentle flesh of
my arms scraped painfully against the bark of the tree I was leaning
against.  As my eyes cleared, I could see some kind of vines wrapped around
my legs.  The rest of the scene that greeted me made me wish I hadn't
bothered opening them at all.

   Sarah and Jan were both lying on the ground, their hands and feet bound
and some cloth gags stuffed in their mouths.  One of the twins was sitting
between them, grinning like a fool, running his hands up and down their
chests, palming their nipples and pulling on them.  It looked like they
were struggling to get away, but were unable to move.  A shadow crossed my
face as the other twin stepped in front of me.

   "Oye!  El Capitan!  Can you move?" the boy spoke to me, his words
lilting in an exaggerated mock of my condition.  "No?  Lo siento.  You see,
me hermano and I have a little bet going on.  He doesn't seem to think you
can really get blue balls.  Me, I think you can...so we're going to see."

   Before I could think about it, he grabbed my nose and held it with one
hand.  With the other, he began pouring a liquid into my mouth.

   Maybe I wasn't thinking straight.  Maybe my mind hadn't had a chance to
clear itself from getting hit in the side of the head.  Maybe I suddenly
became aware of the cottony dryness in my mouth.  In any event, I drank the
liquid.

   It wasn't until the taste of it, the tart fruity taste of it, had a
chance to register in my mind that alarms began ringing in my head. 
Unfortunately, by then I had drank an entire gourd full.

   "Oye, Alejandro...I think El Capitan likes our water!" Tony laughed out
to his brother.

   When he brought the next gourd to my lips, though, I closed them tight
and clenched my teeth.

   "Oh no, Capitan Mike.  There is still so much left to drink," he hit me
in the side of my head and it was as if a flash of light went off behind my
eyelids.  I cried out in pain and Tony used the opportunity to pour more of
the fruity liquid down my throat.  Soon, the second gourd was gone.

   I don't know how much more of the liquid was forced upon me, but it
seemed to go on forever.  Gourd after gourd was raised to my lips and if I
failed to drink it or spit it out, the twin would hit me in the side of the
head where I imagined a huge bruise was forming, in the stomach and even
once between the legs.  After a while, I gave up in frustration and
confusion.  I was unable to stop the twin from forcing the concoction down
my throat in any event.

   The warmth crept over me before I even knew what was happening.  The sun
seemed to get so bright it illuminated the scene before me with a clarity I
had never known before.  And as the sun brightened, threatening to destroy
me with its brilliance, the heat washed over and through me.  I felt it in
my head, almost crushing all reason from me with its heat.  I felt it in my
chest, where my heart pounded and pounded in strained consternation. 
Mostly, though, I felt it in my loins, my member reacting to some unknown
stimulus and slowly raising the front of my shorts.

   Irrationally, a thought flickered through my brain.  Sam had been right;
it was like a blanket wrapping itself around you.  The thought of Sam
brought the picture of her into my mind.  Even emaciated and unkempt she
had been attractive.  I wondered why I had not noticed it at the time. 
Maybe it was the concern or maybe because I had been with Jan I couldn't
see her for the attractive woman she was.  A voice deep within screamed at
me about thinking this way, but its echoed cry slowly drifted into
oblivion.

   The thought of Jan brought her image into my mind.  I looked over at
her. The twins were forcing her to drink now.  Their young fingers gently
grazing her flesh.  Her moist lips puckered and spitting.  It registered in
my head that they were torturing her and it burned a hole in my heart.  I
watched as the twins forced liquid into the mouth of the woman I was in
love with, watched as they hit her and held her, watched as they finally
forced her to drink the amber liquid.

   Anger suffused me, crested over me, and broke within me.  I struggled
against my bonds, vainly trying to take pull my hands from out of their
bonds, to somehow free my bound legs, but I was unable.  I screamed out in
anguished rage, and the twins looked over at me and laughed.

   I watched as the twins turned their attention to Sarah, using the same
tactics to force her to drink.  I watched the curve of her neck as it
swallowed and a lone trickle of sweat coursed down the side of her throat.
The image burned itself into my head and I found myself moving my eyes
further down, where Sarah's breasts heaved futilely against the bonds of
her blouse.  I felt them calling to me, asking me to take them within my
lips.  A bare patch of skin revealed itself around her midriff as her
movements pulled her blouse up.  For a moment, my eyes feasted on her
tender flesh, her stomach taut and firm, covered in a light sheen of
moisture.

   In the background, I saw Jan in some kind of erotic ballet, the pulling
motion of her arms causing her barely contained breasts to flutter and
bounce.  Her bare legs flexing and bending in a rhythm that called to me. I
longed to be between her legs, the muscle of my love within her, pounding
her, feeding her.  I longed to feel my lips caressing the firm flesh of her
breasts.  I longed to hear her scream my name in sudden and absolute
release.

   My cock grew so hard that it hurt.  It strained against my pants and the
scrape of cloth against the head of my flesh as it filled almost had me
cumming right then.  It grew harder and harder, until I was sure it was
going to burst through my zipper.  It strained, blood coursing through it,
and I almost gasped in both pleasure and pain; pleasure from the feel of
the cloth surrounding it and pain as it grew harder than it had ever been
before.

   My hips started moving up and down, trying desperately to capture the
small pleasure of cloth scraping across the head of my dick.  I watched as
the girls struggled, watched the curve of their breasts as they strained
against their bonds.  I watched the gentle swell of their asses as they
ground themselves into the soft dirt.  I longed to run my tongue up that
curve, to feel their soft flesh against my gentled lips.  I longed to taste
them, their flesh, their juices, longed to feel my tongue within both of
them.  With an almost desperate need I pulled against my bondes, needing to
feed my desires.  I think somewhere deep within me was a part of me that
screamed that it was wrong but it was a weak puny voice.  All I knew was
that I wanted them.

   As I watched the erotic symphony of Jan pulling her bonds off, I felt my
heart pound in rhythm to her movements.  I loved Jan.  I knew that as
surely as I knew my own name.  There was no longer that soft veil of worry
about what she might feel, that knot of trepidation that declaring my love
left within me.  It was a part of me, a part of my soul, of my very being.
But I wanted both of them.  I wanted to have them, together and separately.
I wanted...everything...

   My eyes flickered up the soft curve of her legs, the wanton swing of her
hips as she stood.  Her breasts drew my eyes and I heard their siren call
for my lips.  The swell of her neck begged for me and the flush of her face
filled me with a desire I had never known.  I stiffened further, the
embodiment of my love and lust boring painfully against the cramped
quarters within which it was contained.

   The sound of my own breath, mingled with Jan's erotic cries burned into
my ears.  The soft swell of her arms called to hold me as I watched her
swing a long piece of wood.  The rage of erotic lust shown in her face as
the wood connected.  Her torso was tight and twisted as she swung, but her
breasts were almost completely to me and I hungered to sake my lust upon
them.

   The grace of her legs as she swung again and again begged to hold me
within them.  I could almost feel her around me, almost taster her on my
lips, almost experience the wonder of her sex around my own.  Her knees
flexed over and over and I could feel my hardness increase, a beacon almost
glowing and begging to be touched and fondled.

   A part of my brain I no longer cared about registered the twins'
departure.  All I could see was the hunger on Jan's face, the flush of her
supple neck, the heaving of her breasts as she bared them in an animalistic
snarl.  The sight of her twin orbs, bared to my eyes was more than I could
take and I released my seed.

   Sara obscured part of my vision as Jan knelt down, and heaving thrusts
of Sara's pelvis called to me, begging me to plant myself within it.  I was
harder now than I had ever been and my release just moments before seemed
eternally far away.  I throbbed with the desire to push myself within Sara,
to feel the firmness of her breasts against my chest as I plowed into her.

   After a few moments, Jan sensuously crawled to me, her flesh now
blessedly devoid of clothing.  I had seen Jan many times, but I had never
seen her like this.  She was soft yet hard.  Sweet yet sour.  Strong yet
weak.  I watched as her breasts swayed beneath her as she crawled.  I
watched the shine of her eyes as she wiggled her hips crawling to me.  I
felt her hair scream to me as it streamed in the wind.  I licked my lips as
her nipples hardened and begged to be suckled.  She looked at me, but her
eyes were almost unrecognizable.  As she reached my legs, my shaft got even
harder and I watched as the tip of her tongue drift languorously across the
flesh of her lips.

   The movement of her fingers called to me as they pulled and strained
against the knots holding my legs bound.  I felt my tongue quiver at the
thought of running itself up and down those erotic digits.  The
anticipation of finally being free of my bonds so I could take this woman
started a lust-filled thudding within my chest, and I begged with my eyes
for her to undo my bonds more quickly.

   "Quick...my arms..." I implored her.  I need my arms free to grab her
and hold her as I plunged within her.  I needed her, the hunger within me
was rising beyond my control.  Just the nearness of this woman was driving
me crazy, the soft scent of her wafted to me on the breeze and again I
discharged.  Again, my member just grew even harder not feeling the usual
withering sensation after a discharge.

   I needed more than those pitiful ejaculations.  I needed this woman,
needed to be within her, to consume her with my love and lust.

   "No...no time...gotta..." In answer to my prayers, she worked at my
zipper and opened my pants.  I bent my head forward, as if I could bend low
enough to take her fingers into my mouth and taste the salty skin.  I
watched as her fingers trembled while removing my throbbing member from the
confines of my soiled underwear.  It stood tall before me, a magical staff
brought into the world for a single purpose and it glistened with the
results of that purpose.  A ball of fire exploded in my head as her fingers
brushed my cock.  I knew I should feel embarrassed by the fluid glistening
on my cock, but I didn't care.  I needed to feel her.

   Then she was over me, straddling me.  Her pussy lips touched my cock and
I nearly came again.  The fire within me was growing steadily into an all
consuming inferno.  She couldn't be fast enough in sitting on my hard rod.
As the tips of her nether lips came in contact with my hard flesh, as I
watched her begin to sit on my hard tool, I threw my head back in the
timeless scream of that beautiful ecstasy.

   An echoing scream escaped her lips as the penetration triggered her
orgasm.  I could feel her around me, my hard cock nestled where it
belonged. I could feel her walls trembling around me, her juices coating my
hardness and even onto my crotch.  She fell forward, her body impaled on my
own, her lips searching my own.  I kissed her back, but the added weight of
her threw me off balance and I tumbled into the dirt.

   There may have been pain as we landed on my bound arms, but I could not
register it.  All I could register was the sultry feel of my lover's cunt
around my cock.  I cried into her screaming mouth as she began moving up
and down my shaft.  It felt so good to have her thrusting up and down on
me, grinding her clit into my pubic bone.

   Her next orgasm took her and she sat up, screaming into the night.  I
watched as she pounded up and down on my throbbing erection.  I could feel
the effects of our union coursing up the length of me and my need increased
a million fold.  I felt her pussy twinge around my cock and I pushed my
hips up to meet her thrusting pelvis.

   Something moved in the corner of my eye and I just turned.  Sarah was
walking towards us, her gaze glassy but furrowed in determination.  The
soft swell of her naked flesh burned through me and I felt myself get
harder still, the woman I love impaled on me and the woman I lusted after
approaching me.  Her legs moved sensuously and the juncture between her
legs called to me, asking me for divine release.  I watched as she stopped
a foot from us, surveying the scene, watching Jan bounce on my pubic bone
and keening loudly into the night.  Sarah hesitated for a moment, her face
indecisive.  Then moved to face Jan and I watched as she began pulling
Jan's face into her crotch.

   "I...I've never..." Jan resisted for a fraction of a second before
crying out and burying her face in Sarah's pussy.  I watched as Jan licked
her tongue out and into Sarah's nether lips, licking up and down,
occasionally plunging her tongue into Sarah's hole.  Still, she kept up the
timeless rhythm, never missing a stroke for me nor Sarah.

   Sarah moved, her feet on either side of me, and I could just make out
Jan's chin as she ate Sarah's pussy.  I watched her chin move, imagining
the tonguing that was occurring there.  It was enough to throw me over the
edge to my climax.

   As my eyes rolled in my head, they moved across Sarah's ass, and I was
stunned to find myself getting still harder and hotter as I looked at
Sarah's perfect, little, heart-shaped behind.  Her cheeks were flawless and
I wondered what they'd feel like.  I wondered at their texture, wondered at
their scent, wondered what how they'd taste.  I licked my lips, trying to
find the moisture that was missing there.

   I was automatically meeting Jan's thrusts, feeling the clouds of heaven
parting as my spear pounded within her.  I was alive in a way I could never
explain and I needed to be within the legs of the woman I loved...but I
needed more, I needed the feel of Sarah as well.  I needed to continue
pounding, needed to never stop, to never withdraw my hard dick from within
her.

   A few moments later, Sarah's ass clenched and I watched as she began
fucking at Jan's face.

   "Oooo....oh!" Sarah exclaimed as she came.  Her legs trembled and
shuddered, and all of a sudden they gave out and Sarah sat backward.

   I felt a brief surge of pain as her butt came in sharp contact with my
nose...but it only took a moment to realize that my face was buried in
Sarah's delicious ass.  A soft voice buried deep in my head told me I'd
never done something like this before, never even thought about it...but
the feel of her flesh around my face and the forbidden scent of her pulled
at me and drowned me.

   I flicked my tongue instinctively at Sarah's asshole.  I flicked against
the soft puckered flesh, feeling her begin to rub her ass on my face.  A
voice somewhere deep inside me was cringing at the taste, but I didn't
listen and the taste wasn't bad.

   "Oh god, Mikey!  Yes!!" she cried out.

   "What's...he...doing...Sarah?" Jan breathed.  She was still pounding
onto my cock and I hoped she'd never quit.  I wanted to cum in her over and
over and over again until she was full of it.

   "Jan...he's licking my asshole...oh God!  He just thrust his
tongue...oh...he's fucking my asshole with his tongue..."

   The lewd description was enough for Jan to climax yet again, her body
shuddering and her pussy clenching tight on my hard cock.  I wanted so
badly to come again, to come with her, to feel my seed rushing to her womb.
I screamed into Sarah's ass as I came yet again.  And still I didn't grow
soft.

   Moments went by and the focus of my entire existence was drawn into the
feel of Jan's pussy on my hard member and the feel of my tongue sawing in
and out of Sarah's ass.  Then something new thrust threw my brain.  I could
feel Jan's tongue licking inches from my own, I could hear the soft slurp
of her eating Sarah.  Sarah ground her face in both directions and I swiped
my tongue through the soft valley of her cheeks.  The need in my body was
too great, my senses overloaded by an all-consuming, irrational lust.

   The light of a thousand suns exploded behind my eyes as the taste of
Sarah trickled down to my waiting tongue.  I went insance, trying
desperately to push my tongue into Sarah's soft rectum.

   It didn't take long for this dual assault to get to Sarah and I felt her
thrashing against my face, felt her trembling in sexual release.  She cried
out softly and the flow of her juice increased, giving me more of her
precious honey to suckle.

   "Oh...sweetness...oh...his tongue...your tongue," I heard her mumble.

   "My turn," Jan whispered and Sarah's ass moved from my disappointed
tongue.

   Sarah impaled herself on my manhood, her juices joining Jan's in coating
my hardened member.  Not to be outdone, Jan straddled my face and lowered
her pussy onto my waiting tongue.

   "Oh...Mikey...oh...god....you know...how to work...that
tongue....baby..." she whimpered loudly.  I felt her begin her sex movement
on my face, the sweet taste of her pussy coating my face as she ground onto
my tongue and face.

   Sarah, meanwhile was bouncing on my cock for all she was worth.  Jan
stood still for a moment before bending forward.  I couldn't see, my head
buried into the pussy of the woman I loved, but I could hear Jan's slurping
and I could feel the effect it was having on Sarah.

   "I'm sorry...I can't reach your...oh god...fuck your tongue into my
pussy Mikey...now nibble at my clit...oh FUCK....I can't reach your clit,
Sarah.  I want your fucking pussy in my mouth.  I want to suck on your clit
and taste your juices on my tongue."

   "I know," Sarah began, her cunt moving up and down my hardened member.
"I know what...to do...." Sarah mumbled between her thrusts.  I was so
close to coming...so close...but Sarah lifter her pussy from my cock.  I
cried out in frustration.

   Then, a new sensation engulged my rod.  An orifice so tight and so hot,
I'd never experienced anything like it.

   "God, Sarah," Jan said, her pussy grinding on my tongue.  "What the
fuck..."

   "My asshole," Sarah whimpered.  "Mikey'll fuck my asshole so you can
suck my cunt."

   I blew my wad into her ass...but all it did was provide lubrication.  My
cock never even thought of wilting and Sarah never even thought of stopping
her relentless pounding.  I fucked up into Sarah's ass, ground my tongue
into Jan's pussy and strained with renewed vigor at the bonds of my arms.
Finally, I felt a tearing sensation and a scraping sensation around my
wrists.  Pain lanced through me briefly, but it wasn't enough for my hard
member to grow soft and I redoubled my cunnilingual efforts on Jan as I
pulled my arms from underneath me.

   I grabbed onto Jan's thighs and pulled her harder against my face, my
lips suckling her clit as my tongue lashed it lightly with just the tip.

   "God, Mikey....yes....fuck my pussy with your tongue....eat my
pussy...bab...mmph" I assume that Sarah had enough of Jan's talking and
pulled Jan's eager mouth onto Sarah's waiting slit because all I heard
after that was the sound of Jan's slurping.  All I felt was the feel of my
cock blasting again and still remaining hard.



   It was hours before the effects left us.  Hours before the heat of my
all-consuming lust was finally satiated.  I don't know how many times I had
ejaculated, don't know how many orifices I had gone through.  Embarassment
filled me as I realized that I had not been in control of myself, that my
desires had completely consumed me.

   We lie there, our breaths uneven, pain lancing through my lungs with
every tortured breath.

   "Oh.  My.  God," Jan whispered.  I turned to her both afraid to look at
her and afraid not to look at her.  "What the hell was that?"

   "The...juice..." Sarah whimpered.  "It was the juice...mostly..."

   "Mostly?" I whispered hoarsely, somehow finding the strength to roll my
head towards her.

   "Yea...I'm...I'm sorry..." she was almost in tears.  "At the end...I
wasn't really...but you looked like you still needed..." Her voice trailed
off as her tears took hold of her.

   "It's okay, Sarah," Jan sighed resignedly.  "I...oh god, I couldn't stop
at the end either...and I wasn't 'under the influence' anymore either."

   I lie there for a second, their words registering within me but I really
couldn't make sense of them just now.

   "What do we do now," I asked quietly.  My mind no longer worked.

   "We go find our wayward boys," Jan replied.  "And we lock them up
somehow so they can never do this again."