Angie went to school warily the next Monday. Would the boys have talked, spoiling her reputation? Would everyone be laughing at her, pointing their fingers at her? You could depend on one boy to keep his mouth shut, but could you depend on three? She kept watching everybody critically, waiting to be put down. However, Mary Jane and her friends were just as friendly to her as ever. Her teachers seemed to be acting normally. She couldn't believe no one would say anything to her about Friday night, but no one did.
As soon as Brad, Jim and Scott saw her at school, they came rushing over chattering happily. They escorted her to classes, they carried her books.
Later on, she happened to be in the girl's lavatory combing her hair when Mary Jane came in.
"Angie! What a darling dress. Is it new?" Without waiting for an answer she rattled on. "I do like your hair that way. Brad and his friends must like it too. Is Brad as nice as he seems to be?"
Angie murmured, "Guess so."
"He certainly seems to like you a lot," Mary Jane said enviously. Half-jokingly she asked, "What have you got that I haven't got?"
Mary Jane leaned toward the mirror and studied her pretty face anxiously, trying to find the flaw.
Angie felt a kind of triumph. Now Mary Jane was wishing for what she, Angie, had, and not the other way around. Angie smiled secretively. She gave a last pat to her hair as she moved to go out.
"Ask, Brad, why don't you?" she told Mary Jane brightly.
Angie gave Mary Jane a brilliant smile and closed the door behind her.
As the week wore on Angie became lees concerned about her reputation. She reasoned the boys wouldn't want their parents to know what they were doing. And they didn't want to stop doing it, so they wouldn't tell their parents on her. It was as simple as that. Only one person might tell – Doug. He'd been awfully upset about her and Brad. What would he think if he heard about Jim and Scott? Well, she comforted herself, he probably won't find out. I won't tell him and the boys can't afford to unless they want to take a chance on getting caught.
The week passed quickly. Angie basked in her new popularity. She looked forward to Friday evening too. Several times during the week she got hot and it was no fun burning she decided. What a wonderful thing sex was – to turn you on so high and give you release at the same time. No wonder her mother was such a crab. Burning all the time and never getting it put to her. She ought to let herself go and enjoy her body naturally, not try to live by unnatural rules.
That evening, when she opened the door, there were six boys on the doorstep. "Oh, no!" she thought. She was stunned but she hid her feelings. What could she do but go along with them?
"You know everybody, don't you Angie?" Brad said easily.
Angie nodded, giving them all a weak smile. Could she satisfy them all? She wondered. She could tell by the new boy's uneasy glances that they knew about the sex marathon and without doubt expected to take part in it. It really wasn't fair. Brad should have told her he was bringing more boys.
Brad confidently started down the hall toward her bedroom. The other boys clattered after him in a bunch. Angie followed behind. She couldn't help feeling disturbed. Things were getting out of hand.
The boys looked approvingly around her bedroom. The stereo blared out a sexy African beat. A small lamp on her desk in the corner shone dimly, otherwise the room was dark. A bottle of wine and some glasses were laid out on the desk.
"Wow! This is neat!" Keith exclaimed. He grabbed Angie's arm and pulled her in front of him. "Let's dance."
Keith started wiggling his hips and waving his arms in time to the sexy pounding beat.
Angie was glad of the diversion. Her eyes lighted up, gleaming in the dusky room. Her body weaved back and forth gracefully; her young little breasts jiggled and her cute little bottom rotated seductively.
The boys eyes gleamed watching her sheer gown swirl about her body now hiding and now highlighting the mounds of her breasts, the swooping curve of her narrow waist, and the rounded mass of her buttocks bouncing tantalizingly. Their mouths fell open, mesmerized by that bouncing bottom.
"Sweetest little ass I ever saw," a voice said seriously.
Angie heard the remark. She felt more and more anxious. What would happen when they found out? How could she tell them? Their eyes kept looking at her expectantly. Undressing her body. Ravishing it. She could feel it. She could feel a hand run down her buttock. She swung away, out of range. They'll be mad when they find out. She knew. A different hand grazed her breast, igniting a flare of passion within her. If she could only think of something to do! But there was nothing. Nothing. Another hand ran up her inner thigh, lightly hitting her private parts. A streak of desire flamed in her. Fear gripped her too. What would they do when they found out?
Two arms grasped her strongly from behind. A face buried itself in her wriggling bottom. Wet lips kissed down her mysterious crack. The hands dug into her fleshy hips. She could hear his rough breathing. She screamed and struggled to free herself, beating her hands ineffectively on his head. But the arms were like a vise.
"No, no!" she kept shouting.
Her body was pulled down. Hands were feeling all over her. Warming her up. Uselessly her body rolled from side to side, her arms flailing. Hot breath from the panting mouth erupted thrills in her breast, bringing her body to life. The hot wet mouth sucked hungrily on a hard nipple.
"Oh, oh, ooh," Angie moaned, her mind whirling, her body burning all over.
The hot breathe and wet lips left a trail of slather down her soft belly and headed straight down between her legs… Frantically, Angie put her hands there, covering her secret parts. They were ripped away. The mouth moved downward.
"Hey!" a surprised voice shouted. "Look at this. She's got the rag on!"
"Yeah?" several voices exclaimed.
Frightened, Angie lay still and silent. Her mind turned off, too scared of the consequences. Fingers pulled down her napkin, exposing her blood-stained pubic hairs, moistly wet vaginal lips, and stained inner thighs. Wondering faces with curious eyes stared attentively.
"By God, she is! What do we do now?"
"Fuck her anyway!"
"We can't," Robbie objected. "We shouldn't."
"Why not?" Scott asked. "No difference unless you're squeamish."
"We'll get our baptism in blood!" Glen said excitedly.
"Man! I've always wanted to try it," Brad said exuberantly.
Angie's eyes looked like those of a trapped animal. Knowing there was no use resisting.
"Where's an old sheet or something?" Jim asked. "To put on the bed so her parents won't find out."
A sheet was found and was folded in fourths to provide padding and was carefully spread on the bed.
"I want to finish what I started," Glen said.
The other boys didn't object. They wished they'd had the nerve to do what he'd done.
Wordlessly, Angie let Glen help her pull her dress off over her head. The other boys swallowed nervously when they saw her pink tits staring openly at them. Angie laid back on the bed docilely and spread her legs apart. Six pairs of eyes studied every curve of her body, from her pink erect little tits down to her blood-smeared black pubic hairs.
Glen's body crushed down on hers, pushing her breath out. She gasped and readjusted her body, waiting to be sacrificed. If her mother could see her now. She'd really kill her! She'd thought the boys would let her alone this time. After all. But no. They were more intrigued by her body. They had to have her. Whatever her condition. They didn't care how she felt. What would it do to her? She'd always heard people didn't do it when the woman was bleeding. Would it hurt? She felt frightened.
Glen's mouth clamped hard on hers, bruising her lips. Caught of-guard, her mouth opened to let in air. His tongue crowded in, swirling around inside her mouth, pushing down her throat. Gasping, in self-defense, she pushed her tongue back at him to push his tongue out. Their tongues snaked in and out of first one mouth, then the other. She felt her body heat up; her mind turn on. Their tongues circled inside each other's mouths, filling them. Low moans started deep in her throat. She clamped her arms tightly around his neck, pulling his mouth fiercely down on her own. Their bodies rocked spasmodically. Excitement raced through every nerve. Her pelvis rubbed his sensually. She felt his big hot penis press lengthwise against her soft firm belly. Her mind started spinning. Their bodies began undulating up and down, up and down. She grabbed one of his hands and put it over one of her breasts. More, more, her mind cried. Turn me on more! His fingers worked over it, cupping and squeezing it in time with their moving hips. The tit caught between two fingers which squeezed it rhythmically too. Their breaths came faster, became hoarse.
Five pairs of eyes watched the naked bodies humping back and forth, back and forth. Watched the light reflecting off her breasts as the flattened and rounded alternately, off her hips flexing strongly.
"Get her! Get her!" Brad said hoarsely, his penis burning him.
Angie's legs opened wider. She pulled her hips back and pushed her pelvis up hard against his body. Glen began panting loudly, emitting animal-like cries and squeals.
The watchers saw him pull up his hips, hips huge red penis hung free between their bodies. Angie's vagina was bloodied but open for it. They saw purplish-red blood ooze out of it and trickle down her white buttocks. They held their breath, waiting.
"Stick her. Stick her!" Jim croaked.
Angie pushed her pelvis up higher; her hips lifted off the bed. Glen's fingers pressed his erect penis downward and he lunged it into her. Their pelvises hung suspended for a moment; then began grinding against each other. Humping up and down, up and down.
The boys watching sighed and watched keenly to see what would happen next.
Waves of emotion washed through Angie's body. She pushed and grunted, pushing harder and harder. Her fingernails tore into the flesh on Glen's back, leaving bloody scratches. She spread her legs further apart and pulled them back, raising her pelvis up straighter. She wanted him sinking in, deeper and deeper.
The boys saw the bloody penis pulling in and out like a piston. Saw Angie's blood squirting up and spraying Glen's pubic hairs and hips and then falling down on her own hips. Heard their panting bodies knocking together. Glen's engorged balls slapping against her tiny exposed anus. More blood fountained up; its wetness caught the light and sparkled for a moment and then it fell and dried a dull red-brown.
Their bodies worked frenziedly, pumping their feelings high, higher. Their groans issued from deep within them.
Angie strained against Glen, desiring his penis more and more. Her vaginal walls contracted around it, squeezing it, inflaming it.
"Push harder, deeper," she begged. "Fuck me hard!"
She felt the blood spray out of her vagina. Heard the penis make loud sucking sounds as it jackhammered into her. Her breathing quickened; her desire heightened. The penis ground deeper and deeper into her. Body a-fire, her mind orbited. Their bodies furiously ground to a stop. Both cried out piteously. Their bodies clung together, glued by passion.
Passion energized the whole room. The very air palpitated with desire. All the boys stopped breathing. Time stopped. Hung suspended. Then the two bodies on the bed relaxed. The spell was broken.
"Out of sight," an awed voice breathed.
A great feeling of satisfaction filled Angie's body. She enjoyed feeling the hardened cock in her. Completing her. She liked feeling the body weigh down on hers. Commanding hers. She felt content. Fulfilled. Her mind drifted peacefully.
Robbie let out a deep sigh. "Make war, not love."
"Best thing I've ever seen," Keith breathed.
The boys laughed nervously to break the spell, then a clamor started.
"Come on, Glen. Get off of her. It's our turn."
"Come on, Glen. Get off her. It's our turn."
"I want to be next."
"No, me. I'm hurting."
"Whoever's biggest should be next."
"I am."
"No, I am."
"Look at me," Brad said. "I'm loaded."
He pulled his pants down and his big thick penis stood up proudly.
"Everybody take your pants down," someone said authoritatively. "Let's see who's biggest."
They all skinned their clothes off.
"Robbie's the longest," Jim said. "He's got a regular fishing pole."
Robbie turned red when he saw all the eyes stare at his long huge shaft standing almost straight up against his body. He was a tall boy, close to six foot four. His penis looked more than a foot long. Its shiny head was a deep purplish-red. Underneath hung his large engorged balls; overhead fringed a semi-circle of curly brown pubic hairs.
"Too much," Keith said, shaking his head in admiration. His own balls were pretty large.
"But mine's the thickest," Brad argued.
"Tough shit. His length is proportionately longer than your radius. It would multiply out to a greater volume."
"Well, all right," Brad conceded reluctantly.
"Come on, Robbie boy," Keith teased. "Let's see what you can do with it."
Robbie turned even redder than before. He was the youngest there and he was a virgin.
"Can't I rest a minute?" Angie moaned. Her body was feeling too peaceful to move. She lay languidly on the bed.
"Why doesn't she start him out easy?" Scott asked. "Take him in her mouth."
Angie looked at the enormous organ. "No. Its too much. You want him to choke me?"
"We won't let him."
"He's just a poor inexperienced boy. Don't turn him down. You'll give him a complex."
"You said you wanted to rest," Brad reminded her.
Hands pushed the hesitant Robbie over toward the bed.
"Come on now, Robbie. Don't chicken out."
"There you go, Angie. Our nation's finest."
"And toughest. Help yourself."
Robbie's penis was pushed up to her face. It looked even more monstrous close up. Angie cringed backwards.
"Come on. Be a sport."
Keith lifted her up and Jim put her right hand on the penis.
"Turn him on. Let's see if it gets any bigger!"
At her first touch, Robbie trembled. He was shy and scared. He rolled his eyes up at the ceiling, as if in supplication.
Angie sensed his feeling. She pitied him and didn't want to humiliate him. At the same time she felt cornered. Could she even get that big thing in her mouth? She ran her hand nervously down the shaft. The purplish-red head stared at her dumbly.
"Come on now," Brad said impatiently. "You can do better than that."
Reluctantly she ran her hand up and down the full length, her fingers and thumb enclosing it. Robbie let out a deep sigh. She felt the heavy instrument harden more in her hand. Robbie closed his eyes tightly.
Angie noticed the other boys stare critically at Robbie. Brad's face had a cruel smile on it. She knew the boys would tease Robbie unmercifully if he didn't reach an orgasm. He reminded her of Doug, sweet and unassuming, eager to please. Her sympathy went out to him. She rubbed the young excited cock lightly between her two hands and blew her breath gently against the angry-red head.
Robbie's tall body swayed. Ohhhh, it burned down there.
Still rubbing, her pink tongue snaked out, titillating the purplish-red tip. The head was so engorged the skin on it felt like plastic. Her tongue swirled in little circles on its tip. The circles widened. The penis moved slowly between her lips. She swirled it around the cavern of her warm, saliva filled mouth. Massaging the shaft with one hand, tickling his testicles with the other, she worked faster and faster.
Robbie had been trying to control himself. Not to show his building passion. Suddenly a loud groan burst from deep within him and shook his lanky frame. His hands reached out blindly for support caught her shoulder, the other tangled in her hair. He held on with all his might. Desire he'd never dreamed of began boiling in his vitals.
Angie sucked on his penis. Its head swelled larger in her mouth. She pushed the penis in and out of her mouth. She pushed it in, deeper and deeper.
He began groaning continuously. His fingers dug into Angie's hair and into her shoulder. His sex organs felt white-hot. The pressure in his penis grew and grew. Uncontrollably, it jumped into action on its own, contracting wildly in and out of her mouth. It pulled her cheeks in and out with it. He leaned forward, pushing it farther into her mouth, filling her throat. His breathing quickened, his mind whirled. A live feeling filled his lust-hardened cock. He couldn't stand it. Couldn't stand it!
Angie choked. The penis stuttered in her mouth, pounding in and out, plugging her throat. It seemed to heat up in her hands and mouth. She struggled to breath. Her cheeks tired of being stretched outward and being pushed inward. She started to pull away from it.
Blind passion took over Robbie. He grabbed Angie's head in both hands. Then clenched it in a death grip and pulled it toward him, forcing his penis harder into her mouth. It's unleashed head machine-gunned at her throat cruelly. His groans rose. His body was a mass of turned on feeling.
Suddenly he felt it coming. He gripped Angie's head harder. To still it. It was coming, coming. He cried out. Loudly. A frightened animal cry. And another. And another. Again and again. Ejaculate sprayed her throat powerfully, flooding both her throat and her mouth. Her cheeks bulged. Her Adam's apple rose and fell as she gulped painfully to swallow. Another pressurized squirt burned through his penis. Robbie's mind spiraled. His whole being turned on.
Angie's eyes rolled. Her cheeks pouched out like a squirrels' cheeks full of nuts. Painful gulps wracked her body. She couldn't. She couldn't swallow. No more. She struggled to open her mouth. To breath. Her skin turned white.
"Man! Look at that," Keith said in awe.
Robbie's penis spurted again and again. Four big ones. A fearful grimace of pleasure froze on his face. Angie gulped. The semen gurgled down her throat. She was sure each time she couldn't swallow again. Pain filled her mind. Her agonized face was dead-white.
"Shouldn't we pull him out?" Jim asked anxiously.
"Would you want to be?" Brad asked him.
Nobody said anything. They knew the answer. Hell, no. The boys stared, hypnotized by the sight.
The last little spurts came. Robbie's rigid body relaxed. His monstrous organ became flaccid. His hands loosened on her head. The limp penis slid out of her mouth.
Angie fell back on the bed exhausted. Rasping breaths shook her whole body. Color began coming back to her cheeks. Angry thought raced in her mind.
The other boys crowded around Robbie, pounding him affectionately.
"Hey, man, you really turned on."
"Helluva trip for the first one."
"Sure you haven't been fucking your mother?"
"Go on! He's probably been screwing that fat-assed sister of yours."
"Don't say anything about my sister!"
"Don't get uptight. He's just kidding."
"How'd you like it? Something, huh?"
"You're a real man."
Robbie beamed self-consciously. He'd never imagined it could be so good. But now he felt real tired. Bone-weary.
"I wanna sit down," he said, a small whine in his voice.
Willing hands held him up. "Here. Sit over here. It's the most comfortable chair." They escorted him to the easy chair.
Robbie plopped himself down. His lanky frame hung all over it, dangling arms and legs onto the floor. He laid back and closed his eyes. He'd never felt so content.
"God damn it, you guys! You should have helped me," Angie raged.
Brad waved his arms helplessly. "What could we do?"
"Pull him out."
"Right at his orgasm?" Scott said aghast.
"He damned near choked me to death," Angie said defensively.
"Would you like it?" Glen asked. "To stop on the brink?"
"I would if I were choking to death," Angie asserted.
"But you weren't," Jim said.
"It sure as hell felt like it," Angie insisted.
"But he was having a ball!" Jim said.
"It was no ball for me," Angie stated positively.
Everybody stopped talking to consider her last words. Suddenly Glen started laughing.
"Ball!" Glen gasped.
The other boys looked at him, laughing hysterically. Then they caught on to the joke. They started laughing too.
"What's so Goddamned funny?" Angie asked suspiciously.
The boys laughed even harder, throwing themselves on the floor and rolling around.
Angie stared at them, a puzzled frown on her face. "What is it?"
"No balls for me," Scott told her, tears streaming down his face.
Angie caught on. She began laughing too. Balls! She caught the hysteria and began laughing harder. She began rolling back and forth on the bed, her arms holding her sides, laughing madly.
Brad recovered first, his eyes attracted to the ivory-colored moons of her soft, shimmering buttocks reflecting the light. Unconsciously his mouth dropped open as he drank in the sensuous curves of her smooth white bottom rolling from side to side so titillatingly. His laughter died in his throat; he was aware of his hot penis burning between his legs. He stood up then jumped on her moving body on the bed.
The other boys were quick to notice Brad's action. They jumped up and in ones and twos tackled the two tangled bodies on the bed. The mass of electric arms and legs wildly flashing in the dim light beat on each other half in fun and half in earnest.
Hands grazed at every part of Angie's body all at once. At her yielding breasts, her curvy back, her soft firm tummy, her rounded buttocks, her hair covered vaginal lips, her blood-streaked inner thighs. She twisted her body to and fro, screaming happily, excited by the lightning-powered fingers rousing her flesh. Her hysteria rose. Her laughter turned into a long screech of joy. She flopped her body about, enjoying the crushing weight on her, the stinging slaps, the grazing fingers.
"Eeee, eeee, eeee!" Her cries rose higher and higher until they stopped. Her body shook silently with the excitement. She gasped for breath.
The tumbling bodies frolicked happily about, beating and tickling each other. Their energy soared for a while and then waned. The bruises on their bodies began to hurt.
"Get your finger outta my eye."
"Quit kicking my dick!"
"Jab your own ass."
Pairs of boys began fighting each other in earnest.
Brad took advantage of the situation and hung onto a breast of Angie's, sucking away for dear life, while his left hand played with her blood-stained thighs and sperm-soaked vagina.
Scott was the first to notice. "Hey, you guys. Quit being asses. Brad's making time."
Instantly the fighting stopped. They all stared at Brad and Angie.
"Whose turn was it?" Jim asked.
"Shoulda been mine as much as his," Keith said bitterly.
"I was just as big," Scott said aggrieved.
"No, you weren't," Keith shouted.
"Hell I wasn't," Scott retorted.
"Cool off, you guys," Glen intervened. "You're letting Brad shaft you."
Jim grabbed one of Brad's legs and started pulling it. "He shouldn't start until we all agree to it."
All pounced on Brad, trying to pull him off of Angie. Slowly they dragged his body backwards.
Brad had poked his third finger in her vagina so her hips were dragged too. And Brad's mouth had developed such a suction on her breast that the rubbery breast stretched thinly between Angie's chest and his mouth pulling away.
Angie screamed in pain. Her hands beat on Brad's head, trying to make him open his jaw.
Jim struck at Brad's head too. "Let go, Brad."
Ignoring the blows, Brad clamped his teeth down harder on the nipple.
Angie's screams rose higher with a frightened note in it.
"Christ, Brad," Keith implored. "Let go."
Brad kept his jaw clamped tightly over the overextended nipple. Angie kept screaming and screaming. The other boys became frightened at her cries.
"Hell, let him go," Scott said, sitting back.
The other boys let go of Brad too and got up and moved away.
"Shows what a bastard he is," Glen muttered.
He moved off to the bathroom to wash his bloodied body. His penis was coated with Angie's menstrual blood, his stomach spattered and his thighs streaked.
Brad continued sucking vigorously at Angie's tit while he snaked his body onto hers.
Angie's cheeks were wet with desire. She breathed loudly through her open mouth, recovering from the pain. All her desire was gone; pain replaced it. Her breast ached and Brad's sucking mouth kept it hurting.
"Leave me 'lone, Brad," she moaned, trying to push his mouth off her breast.
Brad just sucked harder.
The steady pain bore through her. Her patience snapped. She screamed as loud as she could, "You're hurting me!"
Angie started to lash around at his hardened penis and balls, trying to hurt him so he'd stop.
Brad easily fended off her blows but her attempt to hurt him angered him. He stopped sucking and looked down at her. "You really want to get it, don't you?"
He raised his hips, felt around her hole with the end of his penis, then rammed it into her hard. The big, fat organ scraped inside her, hurting all the way. Blood whooshed out, covering their bodies and the bed.
Thoroughly out of the mood and unready, Angie screamed. Frantically she rolled her body back and forth sideways, trying to get the penis out. She only managed to hurt herself. The penis stuck in fast because it was so thick and hard.
Brad settled his body weight heavily down on hers, pinning her body beneath his. "Little bitch, you really want it, don't you?"
He slapped his pelvis hard at her, shoving his penis in farther. Angie stopped in mid-scream, her breath knocked out of her. The warm soft touch of her vaginal walls enclosing his cock on all sides intimidated it, giving his desire a breath-taking jolt. He began working over her, pounding into her.
"No, no, no, no," Angie moaned, still shaking her body sideways.
Brad's hardened rod of flesh pulled all the way out of her. Unknowingly, he pounded it against her ass. Stars danced behind his eyeballs. Hastily he grabbed the bloody shaft and stuck it into her again, pushing it in brutally. Whore! Thinking she could stop him. He'd get her good so she couldn't get away. While his penis worked up and down, squirting blood out of her, he wiggled his right hand third finger into her crack and groped around for her anus. The finger felt the puckered opening and it wiggled against the tight hole, trying to force it's way in.
Angie felt the finger probing her anus. Her mind reeled. Yelling, she jerked her pelvis up off the bed, trying to escape. Her ass fell down heavily on the finger and it was pushed inside. Searing pain engulfed her. She yelled louder. She tried to pull herself off but she was skewered on both sides! While the penis pounded in her front side, the finger wiggled in her backside. She groaned loudly, arching her body in pain.
"What the hell's he doing to her?" Robbie asked innocently.
Scott grinned. "Goosed her."
Robbie looked uncomprehendingly at him. "Goosed her?" he repeated.
"You know," Scott said impatiently.
Robbie's face still looked scandalized.
Scoot jeered. "Haven't you ever heard of that?"
Robbie looked at him blankly, not wanting to admit his ignorance.
With her body anchored in one place. Brad pounded freely into her. His shaft pulled out, shining with her bright purplish-red blood. It disappeared all the way in, making loud sucking sounds. His heavy balls slapped sharply against her buttocks. His finger wiggled in her anus, feeling the movement of his penis through its thin walls.
Desire began to fight the pain in Angie's body. Her vagina began to burn. Repulsion against the finger worming around in her rectum faded away. Her feeling of fullness was augmented by having both the penis and the finger in her. Her vaginal walls began to contract around the penis, pulled out with it and being pushed in by it. Her mind began psyching out, colors flashing. Brad had pounded his rhythm into her body. It responded. She pushed her pelvis hard against his. Eagerly she pulled her legs back so her could fuck farther into her vagina. Pound into her uterus.
The boys watching saw her response. They all began to burn. Their breaths caught in their throats, waiting for the orgasm.
Keith was sitting on the floor, shaking his body back and forth with Brad's rhythm, holding his cock in his hands.
Triumphantly, Brad felt Angie's body respond to his. He tore harder into her, pounding with all his might. His mind started turning on, higher and higher. He knew he'd be cumming soon. The heavy smell of her sexual excitement filled his nostrils. The sharp sucking sounds died away as his huge shaft began to move faster and pulled out of her less and less. His penis began contracting wildly. Its head touched against her uterus, deep inside.
Angie could feel that Brad was reaching his orgasm. She strained to catch up with him. She wiggled her bottom in circles, feeling the penis and his finger skewer her insides. Her passion rose. She could feel Brad gather strength for his last great push. Her mind began to circle and fly off into space. She gathered her strength to push back. Their bodies jarred suddenly against each other and held. She could feel the hot, jetting stream inside her. Overwhelming pleasure drowned her senses. She drifted off into unconsciousness.
The boys watched the bodies turn into statues. Not a person breathed. Each lost in his own paradise. The long moment passed. The bodies relaxed. The boys avoided looking at each other. Each pretended to be absorbed in some personal thing, like scratching an ear. Or else the boy pretended he hadn't been caught up in the emotions of the fucking.
Brad lay languidly on Angie, feeling completely washed out. Hesitantly, he whispered in her ear. "Ange."
Angie's mind was still drifting in her paradise.
"Ange," Brad whispered again.
She stirred her body beneath his.
"You're still the best fuck I ever had," he whispered. "I'm sorry if I hurt you."
Angie heard. Happiness pervaded her being. High praise for the ignorant daughter of a frigid mother! She tightened her arms around his neck in reply.
Brad understood that she heard and forgave him. He hugged her back. They lay together quietly a few minutes longer.
"Well, what do the rest of us do, play with ourselves?" Scott asked sarcastically.
Brad rolled off Angie slowly, luxuriously. "You can have what's left," he said grandly.
The rest of the evening passed away happily. Each boy took his turn in orderly fashion, each doing his own thing. When they were through, they all crowded into the shower to wash the blood off. Angie too. She was in the middle, laughing and pinching the boys' bottoms in retaliation.
Everyone agreed this had been the most exciting night so far. The boys hated for it to end. Sure there was next Friday. But they had a good thing going now. Be crazy to walk away from it. Angie got more insistent and upset so they finally left.
As they walked home in the dark, they bragged about their sexual prowess. Their bodies felt free because their sexual energy was used up temporarily. The stars had never shone brighter nor the air smell sweeter. They lingered together, not wanting to breakup the group and to break the spell.