For Tod, the entire affair was something out of an unbelievable wet dream. Here he was lying atop a circular bed surrounded on all sides of the compass by four of the most luscious nude women he could ever remember seeing in one room. Liz Hunt was stroking his cock gently. Sara had offered him her breasts which he had accepted gladly. Beth and Sally stroked his thighs and played with his scrotum.
He knew he was about to explode. The animal heat had been building up in him since his earlier unsatisfactory, but stimulating bouts with Beth and Sally. He wondered about their teasing him if that was part of the initiation. Then Liz had taken his hand and placed it down between her legs on her moist cuntal lips; she was so wet, so hot down there, that she couldn’t possibly be teasing. He began massaging it and was rewarded by a deep sigh from her.
Sara pulled her tit away from his mouth; she purred with excitement. “Your little ole tongue feels so good against my nipple just like a teensy-weensy kitty lapping up milk.” She licked her lips, “I bet your mouth would be even bettah if it were used someplace else. I mean… if you ever do that sort of thing ever?”
Shelton smiled up at her, teasing her, wanting her to say it. “What are you suggesting?”
Sara fluttered her eyes. “Well, I declare! You know.”
“Nope. I don’t know. Why don’t you just tell us all.”
“You ninny! You-all know very well what I’m talking about. How about using that college trained little old tongue right here.” She kneeled alongside and grasped the softness of her pubic hair in the palm of her hand. “This little ole thing right heah.” she squeezed.
Why sure, honey chile, why didn’t you say so?” Tod laughed. “Up north, we-all call that eating pussy’.”
Sara looked at him in mock seriousness. “You-all promise not to let on to anyone? Well, down south we use the same term.” She giggled then became serious again staring at him with an intense look. “Well?”
Tod started to roll over toward her, but Liz said sharply. “No!” Then she took the sting out of her refusal by ordering, “You just lay there, big boy, and leave the driving to us!”
Liz rose on her knees arid, raising a leg over him, straddled Tod’s hips. Slowly, very slowly, she began settling down on his hungrily throbbing cock. Tod watched her then felt his prick against her steaming cuntal lips. She spread the tight, hair-lined lips with her fingers then settled a bit more. A grimace of ecstatic pain crossed her face, and she rubbed her vagina back and forth against the head, lubricating it with her own vaginal juices. Then she settled down again. Tod, lost in the fabulous wonderment of the spectacle and the sensations, felt his fevered cock slide in the tight, elastic opening about two inches. Liz bobbed up and down, making little sawing motions that sent ripples of pure delight through his hardened penis. All three of the other girls were breathless and silent as they watched the huge cock slowly disappearing into Liz’s clasping, fur-lined vagina. Finally, when there still was about four more inches to get inside her, Liz merely closed her eyes in rapture and with a small, mewling grunt sunk down completely on it. God, Tod thought, what a feeling! Her vagina slid like soft melted butter down the length of his pole, and Tod could feel every twitching little muscle, every jumping little nerve in her voraciously devouring pussy. He felt the head of his cock touch and press in against her cervix. Liz did not make a movement. She merely sat there and allowed her uterine and vaginal muscles to do the work. For Tod it was one of the damnedest, most wildly sensual things he had ever felt. It was almost as if there were hundreds of tiny little leeches locking around his penis all of them hungry and nibbling at him with rubberized teeth.
In the midst of all this, Sara rose on her knees and straddled his chest. She looked breathlessly down at him and then offered her gently pulsating pussy as a tasty gift from the gods.
Tod looked up at the overhanging cunt, wide open and ready for anything he had to offer. The pink, moist lips of the vulva were shining from her heated vaginal secretions; the most amazing thing of all was a clitoris with the size and shape of a tiny cock. Even as he watched, it quivered with a life of its own. Never before had he had a cunt offered to him quite this sensuously. He took advantage of it, gladly, feeling an overwhelming power and sense of sexuality raging through his bloodstream.
Groaning, he cupped her full, supple buttocks in his hands and pulled the naked pussy toward his face. Sara squirmed and squealed as his teeth clamped lightly on the clitoris; then she moaned when he used his tongue to maddeningly encircle the tiny engorged nerve. She almost collapsed in delirious enjoyment when his tightly compressed lips encompassed the clitoris and began milking it as though he were actually sucking the miniature cock. He drove his tongue in through the vaginal lips and for the first time tasted the pungent nectar of her cunt. It was delicious; it acted as a powerful aphrodisiac to his already raging desire. He licked, he scoured, he lavished, he teased, he sucked… all the while vigorously kneading her buttocks.
Sara came before Liz, cumming with a shrill Confederate War Cry of delight and release that could have been heard on the other side of the island. She ground her cunt down against his face; she attempted to bury his face between her rampaging thighs. All to no avail! Each time she sought to smother him with her voracious cunt, he used his teeth against the clitoris or drove his tongue deeper into her vagina. The bliss was too much for her each time, and she was forced to pull away. Finally, trembling and panting in exertion, she came… and came… and rolled over almost dead to the world.
Liz, meanwhile, had continued her devastatingly sensual exhibit of the use of interior muscles. She was wearing though, and Tod could sense she was probably ready for the whole of his cock to take over. Sure enough, a moment later, she began tentative little movements of her pelvis. Up and down… around and around. Little movements that brought an inexpressible look of animal lust and sexual happiness to her flushed face. She moved up, up, all the way until only the bulging head of the sperm-loaded cock was still inside her. The seven-inch shaft glistened in the reflected light like a silver-white column supporting two ivory globes. Liz kept it that way, her eyes closed, and her tongue quivering restlessly on her lower lips. Tod pushed up and was rewarded by a low guttural moan of ecstasy as his hardened flesh drove in four more inches. He dropped back to the mattress, and slowly like a descending elevator her cunt slid teasingly down the shaft again.
Poor Sally obviously was going out of her mind at this display, for now she had unashamedly put two of her own fingers into her vagina and was wantonly finger-fucking herself. Her body quivered and shook, and her eyes rolled around with each inward jab of her fingers.
Tod felt a difference in Liz, and he grinned. All of his years of experience told him that she was approaching the ultimate climax. Her womb seemed to have expanded, her cervix had moved up and back, and her cuntal lips had thickened until they were no longer soft and pliant, but hard and almost inflexible. That tightening of her vulva had increased the friction against the shaft and head of his cock. He knew now that not only was Liz about to cum, but his own sperm-laden balls were about to empty as well.
He lay back quite happy to let Liz do the work if she desired. Her full, rounded buttocks riding his prick up and down, up and down, as though she were riding a carousel, tossing her head wantonly from side to side and unconsciously muttering incoherent phrases of joy.
His view of Liz was blocked out by Hunt’s wife’s perspiring face. She knelt alongside his right shoulder and looked at him with a lustful pleading expression. “Me next?” she groaned huskily, sliding one knee over his chest.
Shelton merely clasped the softness of her buttocks in answer, and a second later he was voraciously tonguing deep between her legs, listening to new and greater moans of delight.
Liz had become almost demented now as she sought her release. She bounced up and down on his prick, using straight jabs and rotary movements of her ass. Her breath came loudly, unevenly in deep gasping gulps of air. And then, her eyes opened until they were almost completely circular. She stopped all movement. Tod could feel the twitching and jerking of her vaginal interior muscles as the gigantic orgasm began racking her body. She moaned and then savagely impaled herself in one great slam forward the cock thundered like a runaway express train through the wildly clasping tunnels of her open cunt. She moaned continuously, and her muscles milked and sucked at him until he thought he would go out of his mind. She was making him cum, the bitch! She was taking control away from him and making him cum like he had never cum before!
Hunt’s wife had buried her cunt in his face, and it was with considerable surprise that he felt her vaginal lips milking and sucking at his tongue. She had already cum!
And it was then, feeling his cock being milked like a hungry sucking child and his tongue being sucked by an insatiable vagina that Tod simply let himself go.
He felt his balls growing and straining inside their watery sac, felt his penis expanding until it tightly filled every nook and cranny of Liz’s cunt, felt everything falling apart all at once. And then he was cumming, groaning out his powerful release like a snorting bull as semen roared to freedom out of its insufferable captivity, down the hot tunnels of his maledom where it surfaced, leaping with newfound life into the waiting, eager womb of the Hunt woman. As with so many females, the hot spewing liquid spurting into the deepest part of her womb caused a second orgasm to wreak its sensuous havoc throughout her whole body. She seemed almost senseless as she rolled almost lifelessly away.
Tod felt it all and loved it all. He felt powerful, alive, happy, contented! There was only one other thing he could ask for: Sylvia! The thought of what was probably happening to her at this very moment perversely excited him again. But then he forgot all about that because Sally had begun impatiently jerking at his limp, deflated prick in an effort to make it come to life again.
“Hey!” he protested, laughing. “Give the poor thing a chance to breath. He’ll be okay in a minute or two.”
“Honestly, I can’t wait, Tod,” Sally said, “I’m going out of my mind.” She bent forward and began licking the cum and Liz’s vaginal juices from his cock. It felt tremendously and wickedly erotic, he thought and lay back with his hands behind his head, watching her. His prick had already begun stirring when Sara bent down opposite Sally… and then he had two trembling little tongues working in harmony on his rising shaft and cock’s head. He was fully erect within two minutes, feeling the warmth of Sally’s mouth covering the head and her sucking, nibbling motions… while at the same time Sara was making mewling sounds of pleasure as she cleansed the trunk with her tongue and prepared the well-used instrument of love for its next insertion…
Tod later was to recall the next hour with a certain amount of satisfaction and a great deal of pride. Once he had cum, he no longer felt the urgent need of release, and so he was able to go from woman to woman his masterful, all-powerful cock bringing them rapidly to their peaks and keeping them there, resulting in powerful orgasm after orgasm. Some time shortly after the first thirty minutes had elapsed, Tod simply stopped trying to keep track of their climaxes; he had quit counting at an even dozen… and there still was another forty minutes or so before they were to go knock off for dinner and the “general meeting.”
It was a very shopworn and exhausted Liz who called a halt to the initiation. Her weary voice announced, “It’s almost time for supper. But we can go one more round, girls, if you can.”
Sally, sitting slumped against the wall, merely shook her head negatively.
“Beth?” Liz asked, and was answered by a low moan from the girl who was turned on her side facing the wall.
“Sara?”
“Honeylamb, my little ole pussy would just jump right out of my body and march away in protest if I tried to do it again without some kind of rest. My Gawd!”
Liz tried to sound businesslike, but it didn’t come off “Well, then. I guess we should clean up for dinner.”
And Tod, looking at them, felt a great wave of affection go out to the four women. He loved them all; they were his… and he’d been man enough to handle them. He rolled off the bed and stood, straddle-legged and hands on his hips, gazing down at their satiated bodies. Then, grinning impudently, he reached over to the oak chest of drawers and took a pair of sunglasses off the top. He fitted the nose piece just behind the head of his cock and then took the still powerfully erect prick in his hand and moved it back and forth across the room. He said, completely straight-faced, “Look around, big boy, and see if we missed anybody.”
There was a moment of stunned silence, and then the girls were giggling crowding around him again, seeking shelter as they had done earlier under his wing.
It was not until he was standing alone under the cold salt water shower that he felt his self-assurance fading and a strange sadness creeping in upon him. Once again, his thoughts had turned to Sylvia… and abruptly, he knew that it was for all intents and purposes over between them. If indeed, there had ever been anything more than several beautiful moments shared between them.