The party was still going strong. It was evening, then, and Judith had lost count of how many times she had been fucked, had had her cunt lapped, her asshole fingered and sucked, had sucked cunts and tit. Perhaps it was twenty or two hundred, she had no idea.
She was lying across a padded chair, the position in which some man had placed her while he reamed her asshole with an educated tongue. Eventually, when she found the energy, she told herself, she would get up and go find a drink, either from a bottle or from a stiff cock, if there was such a thing left in the world.
And then Estelle came to her and helped her to her feet. Something in the woman's expression told. Judith that Estelle wasn't taking her aside for another cunt-lapping, so she got to her feet, took the woman's hand and walked out of the room with her. They went upstairs to the bedroom where they had shared so many erotic experiences, but this time, Judith sensed, there was another purpose. Her subconscious mind tried to tell her what to expect, but she turned it off. She could trust Estelle. Estelle would know how to handle it, whatever it was. They sat on the bed together, their naked bodies warming and comforting each other.
"All right, Judith. I think this is the right time to face it. Trust me," Estelle said.
"You know I trust you, Estelle. Tell me. It's about Pete, isn't it?"
"Yes, dear. Ever since that dream you had, you've been waiting for the news, for confirmation, haven't you?"
"Yes."
"The waiting is over, darling. I got a telegram just a little while ago."
"He's dead?"
"Did it happen the way I saw it? I know it did. It had to."
"I don't know, dear, but I guess that doesn't matter. I have a letter for you from Pete. Do you want to read it? I can leave you alone if you wish. Maybe you'd like to let your tears go for a while first."
"No, I don't want to cry. I don't understand why, but there aren't any team. Please read the letter to me. How did you get it?"
"Pete wrote it before he left, before he even got the call. I think he sensed this was going to be it, his last assignment."
"Then why did he take it? Why didn't he just say no?"
"Because he wasn't that kind of man. It was his life. I've known him for years, you know. It was always as though to him, death was a part of life. He seemed to enjoy flirting with it, like the smell of death made life more interesting, more enjoyable."
"Do you think he loved me, Estelle?"
"I know he did, that's why he left you this letter. But it was more than love. You see, he rescued you from a dead-end road to hell. It was as though he gave you birth. He felt a terrible responsibility for that. I don't know what he wrote in the letter, but I guess it was something along that line."
"Please read it to me now, Estelle. Knowing he's dead has taken away most of the hurt and the fear. If I'm right, I guess the letter will do the rest for me."
Patting Judith on the thigh, Estelle picked up the letter and tore it open. Resisting the urge to scan it quickly, she began reading.
"Judith, my lovely angel."
"When you read this letter, I'll be dead. I will have died without fear of death because I lived without fear of death. People who fear death fear life. I lived more life than anyone I know and I wish the same for you."
"I stole you away from parents who would have destroyed you. I gave you a new life. Do you want to thank me for that? Okay. Do it by taking the gift of life and using it. Live your life. Pick it up with both hands and use it. Use your mind and your heart and your cunt. Don't be afraid to give and don't be afraid to take. When your last moment of life arrives, know in that moment that you have not wasted what was so precious."
"I introduced you to one life style. Follow that one if you want. Experiment. Try other styles if you want to. Do what you want always. Never do what you think others expect of you. Because you are generous and giving and want, there is a danger you will give too much without taking your share. Be careful of that."
"I loved you as I never loved any other person, but you must remember that even while loving you, I fucked around in my own style. I never owned you, and you never owned me. It was never intended that people should own people."
"If you have been upset by the news of my death, stop it. If you respect my memory, prove it by living life the way it was meant to be lived. Stop shedding tears from your pretty eyes, shed tasty juice from your tender, lovely little cunt."
"A lawyer will be in touch with you soon and will show you how much money you have. You will find that it is much more than you ever imagined, but that isn't important beyond the fact that it will permit you to live the way you want."
"This is enough. You get busy living your life while I settle into whatever there is beyond death. I have a hunch I'm going to enjoy that, too."
"Go get fucked, my lovely angel. Go get your cunt sucked and licked. Have a nice big come and then while your beautiful body is still glowing, go get at least a dozen more."
"As you grow older, you'll find other things to do. Take your time, when things are important enough, you'll recognize them."
"Now stop reading this dumb letter and go live your life, Pete."
"What a beautiful letter. What a lovely way to say good-bye," Judith said and even while she smiled, there were tears in her eyes.
"Yes, nobody could have said it as well. Go ahead and let those tears out if you want to. I'll leave you alone for a while if you want."
"Don't be such a dummy, Estelle. Those are happy tears. I've never felt happier in my whole life. I understand now. I understand everything. I couldn't be sad if I tried."
"Oh, darling, I'm so happy for you," Estelle said as she dropped the letter and took the lovely young woman in a warm embrace, their naked bodies rubbing excitingly.
"Estelle, stand up for a minute," Judith said urgently, and the woman obeyed.
Quickly, Judith dropped to her knees in front of her, her arms wrapping around the sleek hips of the woman, her hands playing with the firm, smooth butt. She kissed Estelle's belly, tongued her navel a little, then her sigh was warmly muffled as she pressed her face into a smooth, warm crotch and inhaled the fragrance of cunt.
"Will you do anything I ask?" Judith said as she looked up at Estelle.
"Of course, angel. Just tell me."
"In a little while, I want to go back to the party and fuck and suck everybody in the house. Before that, though, I want to lie on my back and I want you to sit on my face."
"Mmmmm, that's a very easy favor to grant, my darling."
"Hurry, Estelle. I want to play with your lovely ass. I want to suck your cunt. I want you to rub twat juice all over my face while you're coming. Then I want to sit on you, right on your face and feel you playing with my horny ass while you suck and lick my hot cunt."
With a squeal of delight, Judith threw herself onto the bed, parted her thighs a little and sent a hand into her crotch. As she slipped a finger between the lips of her cunt to play, she looked up at Estelle who smiled an excited smile as she gave her own snatch an excited rub.
The older woman got onto the bed, her firm tits bobbing a little, then she knelt astride Judith's face. Judith saw the warm, familiar crotch directly above her, saw the smooth lower slopes of asscheeks and reached for them. A moan of passion escaped her as the woman's crotch came down slowly to meet her upturned face, her eager mouth. Cuntlips moved gently onto mouth lips, and then. Judith was sucking. She gather tongue up into the hot, juicy slit and licked. She felt a wild surge of arousal and with it, she took one hand away from the satiny-smooth ass and sent it back to her crotch.
At the touch of her finger on her sensitive clit, she panned into the twat which was softly parked on her warm mouth, and then she was sucking and licking and fingering a deliciously tingling cunt while Estelle sighed and groaned as she rocked subtly, her cunt moving just a little on the sweet mouth which sucked so deliciously, so hotly, so wetly.
Mid then Estelle was coming, her tits swaying wildly, her head thrown back, mouth wide open, eyes closed. With each strong spasm which rocked her climaxing body, she let her cunt rub wetly over Judith's face. Even after she had finished coming, she went on rubbing, her wet, warm box, giving the girl a lovely massage, a warm cunt facial. When she finally raised her body, sighing, she smiled as she looked down at the beautiful face, shining wet with cunt juice and saliva.
In shared ecstasy, they changed places, and then it was Judith who sat on the woman's face to have her cunt lapped and her plump, beautiful ass played with. After a long, lovely lapping, in the course of which she also had her asshole fingered, Judith climaxed. As her body rocked and jerked while she sang her hymn of joy, her hotly juicy cunt smeared passion juice all over the face of her lesbian lover.
Before leaving the room, they shared more kisses of joy and passion and love, then, hand in hand, they walked out of the room, their naked bodies seeming to glow with sweat and warmth and contentment.
There was something about them, an aura perhaps, that caused all eyes in the living room to turn to them as they walked in, still holding hands. Holding up one hand, Estelle commanded attention and told them she had something to say. Everyone listened intently.
"This is a very special day for our darling Judith," she told the assembled group. "To help her celebrate, we are all of us going to take turns. One after another, we're going to join her and do our thing, her thing, anything she wants, right?"
"Right… right on… let's set sex records!" the group called back, sensing the excitement of the moment and falling eagerly into the mood.
"Come on, boys," San said to Dane and Little John, "give me a hand. Let's build an altar of sex for this beautiful pagan princess."
Hurriedly, they gathered cushions and arranged them into a platform. While they did that, Estelle ran to the nearest bedroom and returned with a black satin sheet. After the altar had been covered with a thick carpet, she spread the black sheet over it.
"Oh, Jesus," a woman said, her voice breaking with passion as Estelle helped Judith lie on the black sheet, her naked body so white in contrast, then she was lying with her legs wide open, her pink, moist cunt seeming to flash with passion, her lovely tits rising and falling, "I'm going out of my skull horny at the sight of this. I can't wait for my turn. Let's all line up."
"Hi, little angel," Little John told Judith as he stopped beside her, his long cock dangling softly between his strong black thighs. "I'm going to get last in line to give this cock time to get nice and hard for you, wherever you want it."
"I know where I want it, Little John," she told him. "I got it all in my cunt, I couldn't get it all in my mouth, now I'm going to kneel on all fours and see what luck I can have with my asshole."
"I can tell you right now, angel," he told her with a wide, gleaming grin, "you'll take it all. I'll be gentle, I won't hurry, I'll just feed it an inch at a time up that little bung and you'll take it all."
As he spoke to her, she saw his cock beginning to get hard. Waving it at her, he went to the bar and picked up a drink as the others formed a line before the altar that had been set up for the princess of sex.
Estelle joined him at the bar, and they watched as the others lined up before the altar where Judith's bare ass was squirming on the cool satin which would soon get very hot and wet, they knew, as they watched San walking towards Judith, her tongue licking out between her lips in anticipation.
"I guess only very special people could understand this," Estelle said as she held her glass close to her lips while she saw San's honey-colored ass arch as she knelt with her face in Judith's wide-open crotch.
"You're right, Estelle," he replied. "To most people out there, this would be just an orgy, something sexy or dirty or maybe sinful."
"I suppose sinful would be the key word," Estelle said. "What fools they are. Each of them has been given the same precious gift and they throw it in the mud, trample it and call it dirty, all in the name of some God."
"I know what you mean, Estelle. I think there may be a God, there probably is. If He's looking down here, like God is supposed to, my money says He's smiling because one of His or Her people is really happy, really using a life."
"I like the way you put it, John," Estelle told him as they watched Judith climaxing, then saw San get up and walk to a chair where she sat on the edge and leaned back with a finger in her cunt as she watched Dane go to the altar with his cock rising into a hard-on. "I wish you'd write your thoughts. A book, maybe. A bible for humankind."
"It won't be a book, Estelle. Books aren't my bag. I will get it down, tough. I'm going to write a song, a hymn, I guess. It will be the most serious thing I've ever done."
"What'll you call it, John?"
"I'm not sure yet," he told her, and his cock surged to full strength as though joining his mind in stimulation. "I think it will be something about a princess – yes, a princess of humankind… a princess of life… a princess of sex."