Although it obviously wasn’t necessary, Liz had felt the new couple should be apprised of their situation. All five couples were lounging in the main salon. Drinks had been replenished. Sam and Ed had come down from the wheel house with the announcement that the Jolly Rogue was now anchored. Over the stereo system came the sensuous hypnotic beat of Brazilian-Southern Caribbean music. Liz clapped her hands for attention and, when everyone fell silent, she said to Sylvia and Tod, “I suppose you realize that we are all members of a rather exclusive club, and you’ve been invited to join us tonight.”
Sylvia and Tod both nodded their heads.
Liz continued, “Do you have any idea what kind of a club this is?”
Sylvia looked at Tod, and Tod laughed. Sylvia grinned in a friendly fashion and answered, “I have a feeling that this club is like our club in Pebble Beach. We swing, we swap up there.”
A vast sigh of relief swept the room, and everyone began talking at once. Liz smiled in satisfaction. “Well, then, so much for that. I will turn the floor over to the Captain, who will explain the evening’s program.”
Ed stood up importantly and held up his hands, “No applause, please.” Laughter. “You’ve all heard about the girl we had aboard the Rogue last month. Here’s a ditty to mark that historic occasion. Ready?” He hummed a tune, then began singing off-key: “Oh, there was a young lady named Bid; Who, while fuckin’, fell o’er the side; One could tell by her squeals; That those wiggly ole eels; Had discovered a warm place to hide.”
When the laughter died down, Sam cackled, “With a voice like that, you ought to be on the stage… there’s one leaving for El Paso in ten minutes. Be on it!”
This old gag brought groans of dismay from the group, the loudest predictably coming from Ed. Hunt turned to his audience and shook his head sadly, “A funny thing happened to poor Sam en route to the brain bank.
Sylvia listened to the good natured banter with only part of her mind: the other part was thinking with considerable astonishment that anyone dropping in unexpectedly on this group would think it consisted simply of ten people having a cocktail party and making small talk. Twenty minutes before, when the great booming voice had interrupted Jack and Sara’s activities with her, she had felt the heat of her own arousal. That impatient heat had gradually faded, to be replaced by a vague restlessness. She was still damp between her thighs, and the fires were still tightly banked down there. She glanced around the room; she wasn’t the only one who was becoming restless. Liz Hunt’s pearl lacquered fingernails drummed impatiently on the back of the couch. Sara was almost imperceptibly rubbing her thighs together as she looked in undisguised lust at Tod.
And abruptly, the waiting was over. Hunt’s good-natured introduction had ended and he got down to business. “Okay, Tod, Sylvia. Our club has the same rules as most of the other swap organizations have. The first part of the evening, the regular male members get to initiate your wife… while the regular female members initiate you. Males in the main salon here; females in stateroom two. It’s now eight-fifteen. We all meet back here in an hour and a half for dinner. After dinner we have a general meeting with everyone here in the main salon. Any questions, anyone?” No one spoke up, and Ed nodded, satisfied. “Okay, then. Strip.”
For the first time, Sylvia felt an overwhelming feeling of embarrassment sweep through her body. She gazed around her, but nothing she saw did anything to alleviate her own uncertainty. The women had begun peeling off clothes; Sylvia noticed that she was the only person in the room who had worn undergarments. Now, as trousers dropped, it seemed as though a whole forest of rising penises had suddenly sprung up. Sylvia tried not to look, but it was impossible. Five cocks were all too evident, each of them different… three already at full erection, and two slowly rising like artillery guns. She blinked as she suddenly realized that she was the only one still with any clothes on; the other women were gazing at her expectantly. The men looked hungrily at her… all except Tod, who was staring in amusement at her.
Sylvia unbuttoned her sweater and pulled it off She made a big thing out of looking for her zipper, and she kept her eyes fastened on it as she pulled it down… not wanting to look at anyone or anything. She took off her slacks and carefully folded them over the back of a chair. She heard a low growl in Jack’s throat as he gazed rapturously at the embroidered rose covering her vaginal area. Quickly then, she slid down the panties and stepped out of them. And a moment later, her full firm breasts were freed. She stood completely nude, defenseless, encircled by nine people, all staring at her.
Sam said, in a hoarse tone of voice, “Goddamn, Ed… look at that beautiful, fantastic ass.”
Sylvia knew she was blushing. Tony had said nothing, but he continually licked his lips as though he were tasting and evaluating a rare wine.
“Okay, Shelton. Take your harem and go,” Hunt said, jerking his head toward the passageway leading to the staterooms. He turned back to Sylvia and grinned lewdly, “Well, baby. You ready for your initiation?… into the Jolly Rogue Society?”
Sylvia, feeling apprehensive, glanced toward the passageway, but even as she looked, Tod’s broad shoulders and muscular bare buttocks were disappearing into an open stateroom door midway down the corridor. Beth stood at the salon door, looking questioningly at Sylvia; then she threw her head back, laughed, and shut the door.
Something akin to terror was beginning to come over Sylvia… What was she doing here? Nude! With four strangers, four men who had encircled her as though she were a trembling, helpless doe that had been tracked down by a savage pack of hungry wolves. They were closing in now. She jumped as though she had been touched with a live wire when Sam lovingly stroked one cheek of her supple buttocks.
“Don’t be jumpy,” Jack said.
“Maybe she’s goosey,” Sam suggested, then wormed his middle finger into the crevice between her buttocks. Sylvia jumped again, and this time all four men laughed cruelly at her. Hunt stood right in front of her, his burning eyes like spotlights moved up and down her body. And he said, in a lust-contorted voice as he thoughtfully stroked his salami chub-like cock, “Baby, you were made for fucking, and you’re going to be fucked like you’ve never been fucked before.”
Humiliated and biting her lips in shame, Sylvia stood with downcast head, as Jack reached forward and used his thumb and forefinger to part her vaginal lips, “That is eating pussy, if I’ve ever seen it.”
Hunt nodded his head. “I agree. Maybe we should all try a little.” He took Sylvia by the arm and pulled her over to the round divan in front of the fireplace. Time for your initiation, baby,” he said. “Lie down.”
Sylvia hesitated, and found herself being forced down on the divan. From then on, everything happened so fast. She heard Hunt order, “Get a couple of pillows and put them under her ass.” Then Jack grabbed the left arm and stretched it out from her body; simultaneously, Tony had taken her right arm and extended it. She tried to struggle, but her efforts were fruitless. “What? What are you doing?” she asked, frightened, as she felt leather straps being placed around her wrists.
Hunt put two hands under her buttocks and lifted them so Sam could put the pillows in place.
“What are you doing?” she demanded in a loud voice.
Only then did Hunt deign to answer her question. He stared down at her, and his face was infused with a hot, implacable lust that was akin to cruelty. “We won’t hurt you. This is the initiation.” He nodded his head, and Sylvia felt her ankles grabbed and pulled apart.
“No…” she whimpered, and then said louder as she felt the leather straps being put around each ankle, “No! I’ve changed my mind.” It was too late, and she knew it. She was spread-eagled, a prisoner on the divan; her legs were wide apart, her defenseless, trembling loins and nakedly exposed vagina raised in the air like an exhibit completely exposed.
“God, what a beautiful, delectable pussy,” Tony said in obvious awe as he stared down at her.
“Please,” she pleaded. “Not this way. I don’t want to… please?”
“Come on,” Hunt snarled, “you’re acting like a shit-scared goddamned, high school kid.”
Jack glanced over toward Ed and smirked, “If anyone would know what one looks like, you ought to.”
“Go to hell,” Hunt replied. He looked down again at the helpless quivering figure of the girl. “We’re not going to hurt you. Now just relax. I’m even going to give you some music to relax by.” He grinned and walked out of sight. Sylvia struggled to find release from her bonds, but it was hopeless. She was a captured butterfly, impaled on a collector’s display board.
A second later, she thought she was becoming sick, for the room seemed to be going around. It wasn’t though; she was the one going around. The divan was beginning to revolve slowly, and as it moved a music box-like affair began to play, “The Music Goes Around and Around.”
Hunt reappeared alongside her. “This is the initiation. We call this first part, The Compass Game’. All you have to do is relax.”
She heard Sam cackle and as the divan revolved, he came into sight. “I’m South,” he explained, and held up a long peacock’s feather. Sylvia saw his shoulder dip, and then she felt the feather tickling her vaginal lips. She jerked against her bonds and said, “No… no!” As the divan moved the feather could no longer reach her cuntal lips, and it stroked the outer part of her thigh.
“I’m West,” Jack said, grinning lewdly, and showing his feather. Sylvia jumped again as the feather caressed her vulva and inner thighs. The touch of the thing was electrifying.
“I’m North,” Hunt said, gruffly. He bent over and his feather just barely flicked at her clitoris. A jolt of pleasure shot through her. “Ahhhh,” she squirmed. “Don’t…”
Hunt’s cruelly grinning face swirled out of sight to be replaced by Tony’s, who stared affectionately down at her. “I’m East, as you might have surmised.” He smiled, and his feather traced an electric erotic path from her cuntal lips down to her tiny quivering anus. “Ugggh! Please… “ she begged. “Let me up. Not this way.”
The feather touches started coming faster and lasting longer as the men began taking two or three strides keeping up with the revolving divan.
Sylvia pleaded with them, a pleading that became more and more urgent as the feathers started bringing an unwanted life to her vagina. It was torment. It felt… it felt horrible… horrible! No. No! Beautiful! Sylvia fought against the sensations to no avail; she fought against her own rebellious muscles wanting to respond to the delightful titillation they were receiving. The low moans of distress began changing, almost imperceptibly, to tiny mewls of unwanted pleasure.
Sylvia felt an almost overpowering sense of shame as she realized what was happening to her. Those feathers, that tickling, were fanning the banked fires deep within her womb. She knew she was losing the battle for control of her body knew it with a certainty when, without volition, her pelvis raised eagerly and sought out the continuing delightful touch of one feather. Her breath was coming faster, and she began whipping her body around not in an effort to escape, but to keep the sensation constant.
She barely heard Hunt’s short snort of contemptuous laughter and his voice, hoarse with a desire of his own, “Jesus… look at the machinery going to work. I’ll bet she’s got a Rolls marine engine working that cunt.”
Sylvia’s head bounced from side to side and her eyes were beginning to glaze in passion. The tickling was driving her insane. She had to make them stop. She screamed and her body thrashed against the confining leather straps. The wildly sensual flicking and caressing from the feathers didn’t stop; if anything, it grew in intensity and tempo. One of them, she didn’t know which one, was concentrating on her tiny defensively clenching rectal mouth. Another on her clitoris. Her body grew used to the routine; her anus, clitoris; vagina and inner thighs, all eagerly looked forward to their own feather, and each of them lunged wantonly upward when its time for caressing came. The lascivious stroking against her moist pink slit had caused a flood of lubricant to pour out; it ran like a tiny silver river down to her anus.
She was going out of her mind; her body had cast off all her mental and emotional restraints. Now it buckled and gamboled as though it had never had an inhibition in its life.
It was her voice, she recognized it even though it was a guttural croak that cried out, “Oh… no. Please, stop it. Please! I… I can’t stand it. Pluu-eezz.”
One of them was it Tony? Yes… Tony! used his feather to tantalizingly play with the soft, tender area under her arms. Sam, noting this, used his feather on her breasts. And, in spite of her raging torment, she felt a disappointment that the feather at her anus had gone on to another part of her body.
That one teasing feather working at her clitoris stayed, however, and made its appointed rounds. It circled the engorged little column of flesh; it created its own electricity. Sylvia could hear Hunt’s cruel laughter as she pumped her body eagerly against that tormenting feather. She knew that she was beginning to weep from shame, from degradation… and from the knowledge that she no longer was master of her own body or mind. Against her will, her proud, full breasts had peaked to a mottled hardness as the feather drew imaginary halos around the areolae. And then, as if by some signal, all the feathers went to work on her cunt. She heard their exclamations as her body writhed; she heard their laughter as her pelvis strained up toward the ceiling in desperate effort to prolong the contact. She was close to cumming; the insane torment and teasing had caused her to reach a trembling plateau of pleasure. She held her breath. Yes… she was almost there. She reached for it, throwing her head back against the mattress and willing her orgasm to come. And reached for it… and reached… Then, with an absolute feeling of disbelief, she realized they were no longer using the feathers! Her voice, like a shrill scream of agony, cried out, “You can’t stop now.” She sobbed and pleaded, “Please.
don’t stop.”
Hunt and Sam both laughed like hyenas; Jack looked amused. Tony was the only one who seemed to feel empathy toward her.
She turned to him, pleading, “Tony… “and could go no further, for her body was quivering and she was sobbing so loudly that it was impossible to speak any longer.
Sam said loudly, “My God. Look at her! I’ve never seen a cunt so hot for it before. I’m going to fuck it right now.”
Through a haze of lust and frustration, Sylvia heard Hunt’s impatient snarl, “Oh, no you don’t. Not until I give the word. And then we roll dice for first go at it.”
Oh God! How low could she sink? Here she was, spread-eagled and crying to be fucked, while men fought over her like dogs around a bitch in heat. This had to be the bottom of the pit of depravity, for she knew instinctively that the true reason she wanted the fighting and snarling to end, was so the fucking could begin.
Somewhere over to the right, Tony’s voice came. “I’m going to eat it.” This was echoed by Jack’s, “I’d like a little eating pussy, too.”
Sylvia felt the divan jerk to a stop; the room still revolved in her mind, but she couldn’t tell for sure because her eyes were closed. Her body shook with unsuppressed shudders, and her breath came in rasping uneven whistles from her lust-constricted throat.
Then there was someone between her legs. She opened her eyes, but they could not focus properly at first. That someone was kneeling, and even as she watched, she saw the head drop, and a wet quivering tongue begin to probe the starved, impatient lips of her vagina.
Her body responded automatically, convulsively jerking, and a loud moan spewed from her lips as, at first, she sought to avoid this perverted wickedness in public. “Aaaagghhhh… God! You mustn’t…” But even as her words bubbled to her lips, that wonderfully hot and talented tongue unmercifully scoured her defenseless cunt. She wailed like a banshee as his voracious mouth clamped like a wet suction cup on her vaginal lips, and the tongue flickered like heat lightning in and out of her pussy.
Straining, she stared around her. She saw Hunt, Sam, and Jack. Then it must be Tony, she thought, “Tony…” and it was a cry of ecstasy as she felt her body begin to reverberate. Suddenly she fell back and gave herself completely to his perverted licking. Tony licked on and on, moving from clitoris to vagina to anus. He was bringing her release, she could feel it coming… and her body cried out for fulfillment. She raised her desire-heavy pelvis up to his face, and she groaned and bubbled with each swipe of his tongue.
Her body had climbed from the plateau to the moment of truth. She was so close to cumming now that she could feel nerve endings vibrating like the strings of an aeolian harp. This was it, she thought. She reached toward those golden apples of the sun and then… realizing Tony had sadistically stopped, she screamed.
“Please… oh, God!” and deep shuddering sobs wracked her body.
She heard the voice, as though it were coming from a million miles off, “Don’t worry, Sweetheart. Here’s old long-tongued Jack.” And then, miraculously, she felt a new and different tongue down there; it moved in and out as surely and as strongly as a small penis. Above her impending orgasm, she could feel only love for this man who was doing this for her… she was there!
“I’m… I’m… “ she panted, and then screamed, “I’m cumming… I’m cummmmm-innnnnnng!” She writhed and twisted with inarticulate sounds of passion pouring out of her mouth; her face was twisted in a grotesque parody of lust, and her body bucked against the straps in deep feral abandonment.
Sylvia was only vaguely aware of someone else’s mouth on her left breast, another mouth on her right breast, and still another mouth on her lips. She opened her mouth gratefully to welcome the tongue… and could feel, over and above her own continuing orgasm, a new and different excitement building in her. Someone loosened the straps at her ankles, and she immediately raised her knees and splayed her legs even wider in a lewd invitation for anyone to do what they liked down between her thighs. Her hands were freed, and she put them around the neck of the person kissing her.
Now there were gentle ministrations going on about her cunt. Someone was stroking her gently down there and a second later, a large middle finger was tentatively inserted in her vagina. The finger began sawing in and out.
Sylvia, feeling a complete impotency to fight any further indignity to her body and emotions, simply lay back and let them do what they wished. A warm comfortable glow was spreading through her body.
Two mouths still sucked voraciously at her breasts, and she could feel her nipples coming back to life. The fire spread from her tits to her navel and then to her cunt, where two fingers moved in and out in a delicious harmony of pure sensation. Her flames were rapidly fanned by the rising winds of her own lustful desire. She wanted to cum again… she needed to cum again. She wanted to be fucked.
“Sylvia!” The voice was coarse, rough, demanding. Everything else was gentle, peaceful, loving. She ignored the voice. “Sylvia!” The fingers in her open cunt cruelly jabbed down there, and a fingernail painfully scraped her vaginal walls. She cried out and opened her eyes.
Hunt smiled when he saw he had her attention finally. She saw him kneeling between her legs, his face twisted in animal-like lust. Her eyes fell down his chest to his pot belly and to the erect penis standing out like a crossarm on a telephone pole from the bristly gray-black patch of pubic hair. He smiled as he stroked it. That rod, not as large as Shelton’s, still seemed monstrous in size. Sylvia continued to stare at it, and felt the return of shame again. She looked at Tony and Jack’s hungry mouths lock on her breasts, and Sam’s penis within inches of her own moistened lips. The awful realization of what was being done to her filled her mind with a great humiliation and despair.
“I’m going to fuck you 'til your eyes pop right out of that lovely little head of yours,” Hunt said. “You won’t be able to walk for a week after.”
“No… I… I don’t want… “she began.
Hunt simply said, “Shut up. Put it in for me.” He took her hand and placed it on his cock.
Sylvia pulled back as though she had touched a poisonous snake. It did her no good, for seconds later Hunt had her hand captive again.
“Put it in, I said,” Hunt growled.
“Oh, God… she began, and in abject surrender, tightened her hand around the rigid shaft of warm throbbing flesh.
“Go on,” he said, a little more gently this time, and lowered his hips to her widespread legs. “Stick it in… you know where it goes.”
She gasped and guided the blinded giant of a cock to the open cave of her cunt. She fumbled for a moment, then felt the thick bulbous head touching her cuntal lips. The touch of his hardened penis sent unwanted spasms of ecstasy surging through her abdomen. He pushed in, whining with pleasure as the huge prick slid through the portals of her femaledom.
“Ohhhhh,” she panted… “no…” and attempted to grind her buttocks down into the mattress to escape the impaling pain. The movement only brought her clitoris into electrifying contact with the sinking shaft. Hunt continued his merciless impalement and his cock slowly slid inch by inch into her piteously cringing pussy. He filled her completely, and she could feel every wrinkle, every variegation on his prick through the tortured walls of her vagina.
Hunt lay still for a moment, then made his cock jerk deep inside of her.
“Aaaaggh,” she responded, feeling the forbidden rapture spreading like warm honey through her loins. Her strained passageway rapidly became accustomed to the invading penis, and her low moans of protest changed to small, involuntary whimpers of uncontained pleasure. Hunt had begun rotating his hips as though he were screwing his cock in even deeper, and soon he had the head of it beating relentlessly against her cervix. He rocked above her, stroking in a long easy rhythm which she found almost intolerable in its sensation.
Tony and Jack had let up on her breasts. They kneeled atop the divan watching her face go from shadow to light as the clouds of passion boiled across her sky. She was panting now, her mouth open. Beads of perspiration had formed on her forehead, and her neck tendons stood out like steel cables.
She felt nothing new no shame, no remorse, no despair nothing! except that wonderfully vibrant cock that was fucking into her like a piledriver.
She saw Tony nod as if he were giving a signal, and Hunt suddenly stopped.
“What… what’s wrong?” she groaned, bewildered.
Hunt smiled mysteriously at her. “Nothing. I’m just going to let you be the boss now.” lie grabbed her buttocks, shoved his prick in as far up her cunt as it would go, then rolled over on his side carrying Sylvia with him. She was on top, looking down at him. She ground her buttocks up and down experimentally a couple of times, and felt happiness at what happened down there. She moved her cunt up and down the hardened pole at will. It was simply fabulous this way… she liked it.
Beside the divan, she saw Sam smearing some clear jelly on his penis. He looked at her, grinned, reached out, and began rubbing it around the tiny puckered lips of her anus.
“What… “ she began, startled by his action, and then yelped as his well-lubricated finger slid effortlessly deep into her rectum. “What… what are you… doing…? “ she grunted as Hunt locked his arms around her waist.
“Ready?” Sam asked.
“Go ahead,” Hunt ordered, then looked up at Sylvia’s disbelieving face. “Just relax.”
Sam slithered between her legs and stared at the unprotected golden mounds of flesh and its brown puckered little opening. He inserted a finger and began finger-fucking her.
“You can’t. Not both of you at the same time,” Sylvia cried, horrified. She turned to Tony for help. “You can’t let them.”
Tony, unexpectedly, laughed. “Darling, you must have double and triple features up in your swap club. Just relax. You’re with friends. We won’t hurt you.”
Sam cackled, and then, fiercely stroking his cock, he put the head against the tiny clenching anal ring and shoved.
Sylvia suddenly felt the straining elastic ring of her asshole give way under Sam’s relentless pressure.
“Aaaaagggghhh,” she screamed, and her face reflected pain and shame, and yet at the same time, some unfathomable thing.
masochistic joy, perhaps. She made a frantic twisting effort to pull her lewdly stretching rectum away from the cruel invading cudgel, but Hunt held tightly to her from below.
Sam whined, “God… that’s a tight little one.” Hunt laughed. Tony and Jack watched, fascinated, as Sam’s lust-hardened rod disappeared in the wide-stretched opening between the two smoothly quivering mounds of flesh. Sylvia groaned loudly through the entire insertion. Finally, it was all the way in. Sylvia cried out in an almost inarticulate voice filled with torment as he began moving it back and forth. She tried twisting down away from him, only to find herself being skewered even more deeply on Hunt’s jerking cock. She attempted to throw Sam off, but the waggling of her ass caused his prick to burrow even deeper in her bowels… already hideously stretched beyond capacity.
Then, both men were moving in unison, driving in and out of her cunt and asshole like well-oiled machinery neither missing a stroke. Sylvia suffered through it, knowing now this was her punishment for getting involved in this perverted sex club. It was her own stupidity, her own illogical desire for revenge that had brought her to this place, and now she was paying for her stupidity. The payment was this cruel debasement in public, this degradation… this pain. Pain? I should feel pain, she thought. I need pain to be punished. But even this absolution was denied her, for the pain had evaporated under the encroachment of the two cocks. Now she felt… she felt? What? She could feel Hunt’s pubic hair grazing teasingly against her belly, could feel Sam’s bristly balls hot against her legs. She recognized the sudden rippling of her own internal muscles, and knew she must control herself “Punish me, oh, God, punish me!” she whispered, not knowing why she was mewling the words, but feeling punishment was better than this evil sensation of wantonness in her bowels and cunt. A moment later, she was whimpering, “Fuck harder… fuck me harder in the asshole and punish me.” There was an ocean of excitement surging and pounding in her loins as wave after wave of pure feeling crashed in on the wild lonely shores of her cunt’s consciousness. For her now, there was only an almost insatiable desire as she reveled in the perverted sodomizing of her defenseless asshole and felt her vagina being cruelly raped by an uncouth stranger. The shame and humiliation had fled, leaving behind only uncontrollable spasms of delight that continued to build with each inward thrust of the two lustfully driving pricks.
Now she was to find, as Tony gently took her head and turned it toward him, that two cocks really were not enough for her. She wanted more! She stared gratefully toward him as his powerful, throbbing penis was lowered salaciously toward her mouth. She parted her lips in a soft smile, and wrapped her fist warmly around his masculinity, jerking it impatiently toward her. The feeling of carnal delight completely blacked out her only remaining vestiges of decency and intelligence, as she eagerly took the alien cock in her mouth and began slowly and wetly sucking. Only then being fucked in all her bodily orifices by three men.. did she begin to feel the full humiliation, her debasement, was complete.
She stared through unseeing eyes at the cock in her mouth, at Tony’s reddish-blond pubic hair. God! it was evil. But, it was beautiful! She nibbled and sucked and tickled the softness of his testicles with her fingernails. In penitence, she slaved over his penis with her own drooling saliva, lavishing her fevered tongue over its base, along its sensitive underside, playing and caressing it with every lick. She nibbled gently at the throbbing, rubbery head, and her tongue sought out and tried to enlarge the urethral opening. She concentrated on the lust-hardened penis to the exclusion of all other things, and she realized that… like some participant in a black religious mass she loved it in her mouth. She wanted his hot juices of love-cum to fill her throat. Frantically then, she began using her hand to milk the shaft of his prick, making her lips and mouth form a powerful sucking vacuum.
She forced herself to keep on thinking about it, thinking about the moment that wonderful instrument would swell almost twice-sized in her mouth, and the elixir of his manhood would suddenly begin spurting like an uncapped geyser exploding under intolerable underground pressure.
An interruption in Hunt’s and Sam’s smooth tempo flicking into the dual orifices down between her legs made Sylvia shift her concentration to what was happening to her body back there. Sam was rasping and moaning like a man about to have a heart attack, and then abruptly, spewing obscenities, he shoved his hardened shaft of flesh in as far as it would reach into the tightly clenching depths of her rectum. Sylvia felt the first tentative squirt of hot boiling semen begin to flood her asshole. Sam was acting like a sex-crazed maniac now as he pounded his prick mercilessly into the warm rubbing depths of her rectum. And he continued to cum… continued to cum until the white hot cream bubbled and gurgled out of her anus, to run in a shining white river down her inner thighs. Sylvia quivered beneath him, enjoying now the majesty of Hunt’s still hardy prick slamming into her. She did not lose the rhythm of her mouth on Tony’s cock, not even when Sam pulled out his rapidly deflating cock from her still clenching anus and moved over to make room for Jack. She was so well-lubricated from the earlier petroleum jelly and Sam’s semen that Jack’s larger cock slid all the way up into her forever stretched rectum without hesitation.
And now, as though the first string team had returned to action, all three of the men worked and bucked in unison… pounding into anus, mouth and cunt with a hypnotic savage rhythm. Sylvia knew she was cumming. She didn’t encourage it; as a matter of fact, she fought it. She didn’t want a climax not yet! She wanted to feel it all, to experience it all. Everything! Her body had other ideas, however. It began to twist and surge and turn to catch every sensational: movement they made. She was afire with unholy delight. Her senses were failing. The beautiful taste of cock in her mouth was slowly fading. Her breasts were numb, her heart pounding… her ears deafened to the obscene encouragements of the men. And suddenly, an earthquake of passion began its tremoring devastation of her body. She tried to tell them she was cumming, but all she got out of her cock-filled mouth was a strangled unintelligible sound.
Hunt apparently sensed her approaching climax, for he began speeding up his movements. His cock banged hard against her cervix, bringing an indescribable sweet feeling of pure animal lust and pleasure to her. Jack’s elongated penis rode smoothly in and out of her anus as he speeded up at the same moment that Hunt changed pace.
Sylvia was suddenly aware that Tony had taken her head in his hands and was making violent pumping movements. “Suck harder… milk me, baby,” he pleaded. And Sylvia tried to obey, only to be rewarded with a throat-rending lunge that almost shoved his expanding prick all the way back against her gullet. She gagged. She was being smothered to death in his pubic hair. She didn’t care. She could die now… she would die and be happy!
It was her just punishment. Her lips sucked his prick as though she were a starving infant… sucked at them… until her eyes widened and her mouth opened in a scream as her triple climax overpowered all other nerve functions and shorted out nerve ganglions that had her naked body twitching and jerking uncontrollably. She was cumming! She was cumming! Tony grabbed her head and used his hands to press her lips tighter around his cock. Then, groaning, he began spurting hot steaming jets of sperm deep into her throat.
Hunt made one powerful lunge upward that almost unseated both Sylvia and Jack, and then fell back as his overpowering orgasm brought a beatific smile to his face. Sylvia fell forward, almost dislodging Jack’s still wildly ravaging prick in her rectum. She wantonly rubbed her breasts against Hunt’s hairy chest, all the while feeling his throbbing, spurting cock drowning her pussy in his seminal juices. And then, miraculously, she felt the velvet vibrations in her vagina spread to her anus. She was cumming there, too. She splayed her legs even wider in an effort to give him more room, allow him in deeper. She pushed back against the rampaging cock and was rewarded with one mighty plunge that went in deeper than she had ever believed possible. It stayed there… and began pumping its love juices into her already impossibly flooded rectum.
Sylvia, lost in the delirium of her continuing climax, was only vaguely aware when Hunt and Jack pulled their deflating cocks from the dual steaming holes between her widespread thighs. She was turned over on her back, and then Sam was fucking like a wildman inside her pussy. He made her cum twice in three minutes; then there was Tony, gentle Tony who rode her and carried her to new and unexpected heights of bliss… and then Jack, and after Jack, someone else. She screamed out her releases until she was hoarse, and her voice sounded like the croak of a raven.
Hunt shook her awake. “Hey… we’re taking a breather and then having supper. Don’t go to sleep on us… go take a cold shower. it’ll wake you up.” Staggering in weariness, she got to her feet. She stood, swaying, as a torrent of seminal juices flood down the inside of her naked thighs. Then she made her way toward the indicated shower. The last words she heard before the door swung shut behind her came from Hunt, it was a compliment, she supposed, but she was much too tired to think about it. Hunt said, with sincere admiration in his voice, “You know… that’s just got to be the hottest fucking pussy I’ve ever had. God, she’s a real goer.” And there was the weary rumble of assent from the other men.
When Sylvia got under the cold salt water shower, she discovered that she was crying… and it was the weeping of a small, frightened, lost child a long, long way from home.