Buck waited another moment or so, expecting Faith to sit back up and ease the strain in his aching penis. When she didn't, merely hung there between his legs rubbing the head of his organ through her stomach wall and grinning up at him, he decided to make her pay for the discomfort she caused him.
"Okay, baby, you asked for it," he said threateningly.
A grin mocking Faith's amusement spread over his face. As if doing a sit-up, he put his hands behind his head and, using only his powerful stomach muscles, brought himself into a sitting position. He grabbed Faith's hands and pulled her upright in one swift jerk. As her breasts hit and flattened against his chest, Buck forced his hands into the soft meeting of calf and thigh just behind her flexed knees. He pulled her knees quickly up beside his body, and, before her feet could settle onto the carpet, slid his palms down her calves and grasped her slender ankles, flinging her feet and legs out to the sides and rear.
Her heels thudded to the floor, sending a jolt throughout her body. "Buck?" Her eyes opened wide and searched his face. "Buck? What are you…" She let out a howl of half pleasure and half fear, as the sensation of falling upward and backward caught at her sides and sent her arms and legs around Buck's body. She sucked in her breath and clung tenaciously as the room pitched and whirled about her. Then, no part of her yet touching the floor, Buck loomed above her.
With more than half of his long, black cock still inside Faith, Buck paused. He chuckled at a private thought and shook his body from side to side, then laughed aloud as Faith moaned and clung to his torso. She swayed beneath him, like a monkey clinging to a tree limb during a windstorm. Her hands were locked at the upper part of his back, and her ankles crisscrossed over the swell of his brown buttocks.
Suddenly he was no longer supporting her. She was falling to the floor, clinging to Buck and pulling him down with her. Her back thumped onto the soft carpet, partially knocking the breath from her lungs. Then, a split second later, Buck fell atop her with all his weight, driving his big cock to the depths of her cunt as his body smacked crushingly and covered her. The air whooshed out of her lungs, leaving her weak and trembling. She whimpered, turning loose and letting her arms and legs flop limply out in the classic spread-eagled position.
Straining for breath, Faith swung her head to the side and gasped, her lungs filling and pushing her tits tighter against his chest. "I can't breathe," she whined. "You're smothering me."
Buck elbowed the floor, raising his chest away from hers but still keeping her nipples in contact with his skin.
"That's better," she panted, then began to groan as he started. His ass came up slow the first time, pulling the full length of his thick shaft out until only his glans remained between the pouting lips of her cunt. Then he slammed down into her, brutally hitting into her tender loins with all his might. It was only the beginning. He'd promised her a rough ride, and set about giving her exactly that.
At first Faith wailed and whimpered, shuddering each time he slammed his big organ forcefully up into her. He was going to kill her, she thought. He kept hammering at her so fast, so hard. As soon as she managed to catch a breath, wham, down he came and knocked it from her. I was too animalistic, too violent, like no union she'd ever had before and surely didn't want now, or ever in the future. His balls hit into the crack of her ass, time and time again, hard, splatting and stinging, chafing the tender skin. His cock seemed even bigger and harder now, as it invaded her stretched and weeping vagina with calloused indifference. In and out it plunged, chafing, pulling, probing, massaging, setting her insides afire, rubbing with such frenzied friction that she couldn't stand it another minute.
Faith was sure she'd go out of her mind the very next time Buck thrust his mighty pole up into her. He did. She didn't. It hurt. It burned. Then something inside her snapped. The burning sensation changed, slowly, fusing with the pain, changing it also, the pain and the burning becoming one and tormenting her even more than before. Her guts began to smolder. Her cunt was raw from the beating Buck gruntingly continued. She held her breath, sure that at any moment her loins would burst into flame and consume her in a fiery death.
Shuddering and moaning, she lay limply beneath the wildly humping brown body, expecting a curtain of soothing darkness to fall over her and bring with it peace and contentment. She shut her eyes to help it descend, go willingly into the world beyond death, there to find relief from the unbearable heat in her pummeled, battered loins. A woman's voice caught in her ear, sobbing and whimpering. Dimly, she recognized the voice as her own. Yet it seemed apart from her, separate from her own being. Fascinated, she tuned in and listened. How strange the voice sounded, how inconsistent. At one moment it was filled with pain, the next, surprisingly, because the pain had sounded so completely unendurable, the voice whimpered with pure and unadulterated bliss. The sounds changed as she listened. The pain faded, the bliss grew larger and filled the void vacated by the pain sounds.
The change was also taking place in her loins, Faith realized. Her cunt was still raw, still smoldering, but pleasure was replacing the pain. Wave after wave of the intense pleasure swept out from her loins as Buck hit into her again and again. She opened her eyes and stared up with incredulity.
Sweat covered Buck's brown face and forehead. He licked at his lips, smiling and panting.
"Buck? Buck?" Faith could not go on. She sucked in her breath and bit her lip.
"Is it gettin' good, baby?"
"Mmmm," moaned Faith, through her nose, nodding her head. It was getting good, and more intense than she could believe. All her feeling seemed to be centered in her cunt. Her lips were cold and unfeeling. She bit into them with the sharp edges of her teeth. Nothing – no pain, no sensation at all. All the nerves in her body had realigned themselves, connecting her cunt and brain, sending pleasure up and down in a rapidly engulfing stream that shut out all sensation but the pleasure of Buck's big black cock stroking in and out of her screaming pussy. More, more, more, it screamed. Harder – yes… harder!!
Her arms shot up around his back, pulling his chest down over her once more. She kissed wetly at his shoulder, his neck, his ear, nibbling and nipping at the brown skin as she murmured softly. The pink tip of her tongue darted into his ear and licked about eagerly. "Oh, Buck… darling!"
"Let it go, baby. Turn loose the fly," he panted.
The calves of her legs slid over his. White feet hooked under brown shins, using them as a lever to help shove her cunt up tightly against his loins. She savored the moment, clinging to him and grinding her pelvis, feeling the full length of his big thick cock inside her, feeling his warm balls jostling about in the crevice of her ass, feeling the coarse hair of his pubis chafe against her tender cunt lips.
"Oh God… oh God," she moaned, clamping down her vaginal walls and caressing his organ.
"You with me now, Faith?"
"Yesss," she hissed. "Now! Fuck me… fuck me… FUCK ME!!!"
Boyd's cock threatened to burst. He'd never seen Faith so turned on. She was out of her mind with lust for the massive black cock, hunching and groaning and grunting like a wild animal. Her face was unrecognizable, contorted with raw need, ugly. The abandoned way she thrust up to the nigger sent a chill up Boyd's spine. Would he ever be able to satisfy his wife after this, or would she scoff at his sexual attentions and demand more than he could give her. His mind reeled with the thought of what their future together might be like. One thing was certain: after tonight Faith would never again be the sweet innocent girl he had loved and married. He shuddered.
The sight of Buck's brown ass hunching above his wife's thrashing hips drew Boyd closer. Her legs were locked around Buck's waist now, her heels beating into the cheeks of his ass. With a groan, Boyd knelt beside them, getting his face up close. He watched the big cock pull out of her tightly gripping cunt lips. The black shaft was covered with her secretions, all wet and slippery and gleaming. Then it started back into her, folding her cunt lips obscenely inward, drawing her asshole tighter.
Faith's moan of satisfaction excited Boyd all the more. He watched Buck's cock disappear into Faith's body, heard the splat as their bellies came hotly together. It went on and on. Faith moaned and gurgled as Buck hunched frantically above her, filling her cunt with hard black meat and jerking away from her as soon as his nuts slapped into her wide-open ass.
"Buck! Hurry, Buck," Faith yelled urgently. "Yess, oh yess, darling. I can't wait for you! I'm going… going. Ouuu, mmmm!"
"Yeah, baby, yeah! I feel you coming. I feel you. You're taking me with you… baby… baby!"
Faith's head rolled ecstatically from side to side. Her eyes were clamped tightly shut, her eyeballs making little ripples over her fluttering eyelids as they twisted about unseen. "Buck!" It was a shrill scream. "Oh, Buck!"
"Catch it, baby… catch it!" Buck was straining against her now, holding his cock in to the very hilt and feeling it twitch preparatory to shooting his come out inside her. He gritted his teeth and turned his head to the side, closing his eyes as orgasm took hold.
Open-mouthed, panting with lust, Boyd gawked at the heavy brown balls. They pulled up slowly, tightening and wrinkling the loose skin, until they were hugging the base of Buck's organ. Faith was moaning and blubbering, already in her climax. Her cunt lips and asshole danced and winked, her body shuddering along with the orgasmic cadence. Then the brown nuts, pressed tight against her fluttering cunt, began to jerk.
Faith's breath sucked in with a ragged gasp. "I feel it!! So strong… so hot. Shoot it… in me… deep and hot! Come, Daddy, come… come!!!"
Their mouths met in a moaning, tongue-sucking kiss. Faith's fingernails raked down Buck's back. She cupped his ass and tried to get yet more of the throbbing, spurting black cock up into her heaving belly. A tremor wrenched her entire body each time a hot jet of Buck's spiraling semen hit into the open mouth of her womb. Jerking her mouth free, Faith sobbed out brokenly, begging Buck to never stop the inner inundation of her being.
But Buck could make it last no longer than the final weak twitching of his cock. Drained, his orgasm over, Buck lay atop her writhing body only to catch his breath. Then, Faith begging him to leave it in and get it hard again, to go on with their "delicious fuck" all night, Buck disentangled her arms and legs and crawled off her.
She caught his wrist and pulled him to his knees beside her head. "Let me suck it and make it hard," she hissed, then raised her head and took the sex-drenched, limber black cock lovingly into her mouth.
Boyd watched his wife bobbing her head, heard the lustful noises as she sucked and slurped around her mouthful of meat. His gaze moved down her sweat-soaked body, past her jiggling tits, past her heaving belly. The crisp hair of her pubic mound was now wet and soggy, clinging wetly to her skin in little ringlets. An inflamed clitoris stood out boldly in the top folds of her open cunt, still hard, still throbbing. Below her clitoris lay the yawning chasm that was now her cunt. No longer was it pure and tight, but stretched and freshly fucked, and, by the Southern standards, ruined for all time, nigger-fucked.
The red of his wife's inner cunt looked back at Boyd, mocking him, laughing and rolling the jets of ropy come about as she sucked hotly on the black dick that had spewed her full of it. He groaned, knelt between her legs, and brought his mouth to her messy pussy.
Hands took Boyd's ass, positioning it. He kept at Faith, sucking at her cunt, licking up inside her as far as his tongue could reach. A pain shot up his body. He groaned and stiffened, still not taking his mouth from Faith's hot cunt. The head of a cock popped through the tight, rubbery ring of his asshole. He whimpered, easing his ass back and letting the cock work gently up into his bowels. Soon a fat belly pressed against the cheeks of his rump. Hands gripped his hips, and Harold began fucking slowly in and out of his anus. Even more excited now, Boyd thrust his tongue up into Faith's vagina and licked at the slippery walls of her cunt.
Dirk came over and lay down beside Faith. Moving her slowly, so Boyd could follow and continue sucking her cunt, he turned her onto her side. Snuggling up to her back, Dirk reached down and raised her leg up in front of her body. Then he took her hips, pulling her butt toward him and getting her into position.
The head of Dirk's prick came to her anus and pressed for entrance. It was too dry, too tight. He pulled away and aimed for her cunt, nudging between her and Boyd's chin. Slowly Boyd gave way, letting the cock brush past his lips and sink into Faith's cunt. It was a pleasant sensation, thought Dirk, his cock moving in and out of Faith to gather lubrication with which to make the insertion into her ass easier, and Boyd licking at them both all the while. For a moment he toyed with the idea of going on to orgasm that way.
But that was not what he'd come behind Faith for. As yet, her asshole was virgin, and he wanted to be the first to screw it. Shivering with anticipation of how tight and hot she would be, Dirk withdrew his rod from her warm cunt and brought the come and saliva-wet head again to her puckered anus. His hands gripping tightly to her hips, so she couldn't jerk free, he pressed the head of his dick into the tiny brown opening.
Much to Dirk's surprise, Faith made no effort to pull away. Instead, after jerking startledly at the first contact, she moaned around her mouthful of hardening dick and pressed back to help him get the head past her tight ring and on into her butt. She squealed out as it popped through, then shivered as he sank it to the depths of her bowels.
The dog lay panting on the couch. Lucia, Tanya, and Bess were again sitting at the table, watching all three of Faith's holes and Boyd's two being put to good use.
"Let's join the fun," Lucia urged the other two.
Bess, fully recovered now, jumped up eagerly, but begged off to catch a breather after her recent romp with Sam.
"Go ahead," Tanya said, grinning as she rubbed her cunt. "I won't be long. Let me get a little feeling back in it first."
"Okay, baby," said Lucia, bending to kiss Tanya on the mouth. "Come on in whenever you're ready. If there's not room by then, make it."
Lucia and Bess moved over to the tangled mass of human bodies, intending to tangle them up more yet. Lucia, being the dominant of the two, picked her spot. She jerked Buck's cock from Faith's mouth and sat on her, pinning her shoulders to the floor and bringing her cunt over her mouth.
"That's it," Lucia crooned down at Faith. "Lick it. Get your tongue up inside and suck me for all you're worth."
"You rotten bitch," Buck said to Lucia. "That blow job was beginning to feel pretty good."
"I can do it better," Lucia taunted, opening her mouth and flicking her tongue. "Come on, Buck, put it in here and go right out of your mind."
Buck grinned down into her face. He put one foot on the floor behind Dirk's head and eased the other out until he stood spraddle-legged with his cock in Lucia's face. "Get it, baby," he said softly. "Don't bite me when you come, you hear?"
"Or what?" Lucia asked, licking at his glans and cradling his balls in her palms.
"I'll finish in your ass, if you bite," Buck grinned.
Lucia wanted no more of that. The one time he'd stuck that thick pole in her rump had caused her to bleed from the tear. "You won't even know I've got teeth," she promised, then opened wide and tugged him into her mouth by his balls.
Bess looked frustratedly about for a suitable spot. Boyd's cock was the only one free. But his position would permit sucking only, and she wasn't hot enough for that yet. However, she did want to join in the Faith-centered orgy. Harold's fat ass could stand a little thrashing, she decided, turning and going back to the table for a quirt. It always made her hot to lash him as he buggered one of his boys, and he liked it, too. His climax was always so much more gratifying with his buttocks striped and glowing warm at her hand. "What are you gonna do?" Tanya asked, when Bess picked one of the two quirts from the table.
"Warm my old man's ass," Bess replied, swishing the quirt through the air for drill. "Wanna help me?"
Tanya nodded, picked up the other quirt, and followed Bess back over to the maze of writhing bodies. She'd never liked Harold. Once the bastard had slipped up behind her, when she'd been kneeling and sucking Dirk, and before she knew what was going on his pudgy belly was pressing against her, with his dick rammed painfully up her ass. She welcomed the opportunity to even the score.
The left cheek of Harold's plump bottom going to Bess and the right to Tanya, the two women set about raining blow after swishing blow onto his white tail. It didn't remain white long, for they went at him with obvious pleasure. The leather thongs whacked over his trembling rump, turning his whole rear into a pink glow, with red welts appearing where the straps themselves had bitten. They kept him hunching furiously into Boyd's wavering body, letting him pull out before both whacked the quirts against his reddening buttocks and sent him lurching forward with a howl and planting his peter up Boyd's shit chute once more.
"Mmm… mmm… mmm," fat Harold crooned, shoving his stick all the way up Boyd and bending over him as orgasm flooded over him.
Bess and Tanya beat his ass all the harder, neither trying to keep a cadence now that Harold was spewing his come and moaning with ecstasy. All their strength was put into the thrashing of those quivering, jiggling fat globes of virtually hairless male butt. On Tanya's buttock appeared a few drops of blood, and she caught herself, quitting before Bess did. She was even with Harold now, bringing blood to his tail was further than she'd intended to go. It was enough.
Reversing the quirt, holding the thonged end in her hand, Tanya roughly shoved the handle up Harold's ass. She pushed it all the way in, until the strips of leather dangled from his butt like wet and drooping tail feathers. Standing back at a short distance, she surveyed her handiwork, unable to quell the roar of laughter that burst from her at such a ludicrous sight.
Fat Harold's orgasm was the first, and it seemed to set off a chain reaction. His come spurting up into Boyd's bowels pushed Boyd over the brink, and his unattended prick began a solitary dance, sending his semen gushing out and falling to the carpet. In his excitement, Boyd sucked down with all his power, drawing out the nearer folds of Faith's much-used cunt into his mouth and chewing on them with lip-covered teeth.
The harsh suction was a completely new sensation for Faith. It felt like her insides were being pulled out into Boyd's mouth, and once there being eaten and massaged in such a delicious way. She wailed a muffled wail up into Lucia's hot cunt and let herself hurtle into orgasm at Boyd's mouth.
Dirk gritted his teeth. Faith's virgin ass was the hottest and tightest he'd ever had the pleasure of putting his dick into. Now, added to that scrumptious warmth and snug fit, her anus winked and fluttered about the base of his fully planted rod. He'd wanted it to last longer, and tried to hold back. But it was useless. Faith's spasmodically clamping asshole and the heat of her inner body was too much for mortal cock to endure. She milked the come right up from his balls. He joined the chorus of moans, and inundated her bowels with a surging stream of spurting, hot come.
Hearing the others go into orgasm one by one triggered Lucia's release, especially when Faith sucked down ecstatically on Lucia's pussy and reached up to squeeze her breasts at the same time. Lucia's hands pulled Buck's big cock on down into her throat and she gurgled the beginning of her climax around it. She cupped her palms over the tightened cheeks of his ass and held him to her face, taking most of his gigantic pole down her throat and swallowing around it over and over.
The ringed portion of Lucia's throat flicked maddeningly over Buck's big organ. He stared down in disbelief at her hollowed cheeks and protruding lips. The red lips were still working tightly and softly around his shaft, trying to take the rest of it inside her oral cavity. He groaned, grabbed the back of Lucia's head, and, already shooting come, pulled her face toward him till her lips mashed into the coarse pubic hair.
Faith lay on the floor, a fatuous smile covering her lovely face. One hand lay weakly over her ultra-sensitive vulva. The fingers of her other hand probed testingly at her expanded asshole. She was completely oblivious of the others, who were standing around her in a circle and watching her reaction.
Bess licked her lips and tore her gaze from Faith. Putting her mouth close to Lucia's ear, she whispered, "Let's play darts."
"I'd intended to," Lucia said softly. She and Bess had made the darts, together, after Lucia'd dreamed up the little game. "I forgot all about it, Bess. It's getting late, maybe we'd better wait till next time."
"You promised, Lucia," Bess accused.
It was true, she had confided her plan for Faith's initiation to Bess, and had given her word that Bess could toss the first dart in return for helping her make them. "All right. It might revive us all. Get the straps."
Bess hurried off and came back with two chamoise-like strips of leather. She pitched one to Lucia, then knelt at Faith's feet and tightly bound her ankles together, while Lucia set about lifting Faith's arms up over her head securing her wrists with the other soft leather strap.
"What the hell are you doing?" Dirk demanded.
"We're gonna hang her from the ceiling and throw darts at her tits and fanny," Bess excitedly informed him.
"Like hell we are," Dirk shouted. "Untie her."
"Dirk," Lucia said softly, cajolingly. "Come on, honey. It won't hurt her nearly as much as that ramrod of yours stuck up her ass did. Get the darts, Bess. Show him what they're like."
Again Bess hurried off, this time returning with a large lidded glass bowl. She stopped in front of Dirk and lifted off the lid. Lucia reached in and pulled one of the tiny darts from the alcohol-soaked sponge, where the points of all the darts were imbedded.
"See, Dirk," Lucia asked, passing the dart to him. "It won't be a bit worse than getting a shot at the doctor's."
"Well, I'll be damned," said Dirk, breaking into a smile at the tiny torture implement he held between thumb and forefinger. "Matchsticks and needles?"
"Yes, and paper strips inserted and folded to serve the place of feathers. We put a lot of time and work into those things," Lucia exclaimed. "It'd be a shame to let them go to waste."
"Hm," said Dirk, "Damned ingenious." Then he lifted the matchstick dart up to his chin and flicked his wrist, sending it flying straight for Bess' tit, and hitting her directly in the hole at the end of her nipple.
"Ow! Goddamn it, Dirk, why'd you do that for?" Bess whined, doing a little Indian type dance as the dart sagged from her skin without falling free. "Pull it out. I've got my hands full," she told Lucia.
Lucia jerked it free and stuck the needle point back down into the alcoholed sponge. "Okay, Dirk?"
"Sure, baby. Where do you want her?"
"Put her on the hook. It ought to be about the right height."
"Now stop it!" Boyd broke in. "I can't let you do that!"
Lucia, grinning again her evil grin, took a dart from the sponge. She turned to Boyd and, hiding the dart from sight, took his limp organ in her other hand. She held his glans between thumb and forefinger, then brought out the dart and jabbed the needle into the head of his penis, it all happening so fast that Boyd didn't know what was coming.
Yelping with pain, Boyd wrenched free of her and pulled the needle from his organ. He started at her, as if to jab it into her belly.
"Boyd!" barked Lucia, stopping him in his tracks.
"Remember what happened to you at the first of the party? Shut up, or I won't be as easy on you this time." Lucia smiled, then added with a tinkle of laughter in her voice, "Have you ever had a knitting needle stuck up your cock? Cross me again, Boyd, and that's what I'll do to you."
Boyd backed away, his head shaking and his eyes wide. His face looked like he could feel the knitting needle just from Lucia's threat. Lucia laughed and hurried to join the others, as Boyd sat down as far from his wife's swaying body as the room would permit.
A bewildered Faith hung from the ceiling hook, whimpering and looking wildly about. Her toes dug at the floor in an effort to raise her body high enough to unhook her hands. It was a futile effort, for only the very tips of her big toes could make contact with the carpet, and then not firm enough to do anything but cause her body to twist and turn helplessly.
"Should we blindfold her," Buck asked.
"What are you going to do to me?" Faith's voice was edged with terror. "Oh God, don't whip me… not like this."
"You want a blindfold, Faith?" Lucia calmly inquired.
It made Faith think of an old Foreign Legion movie. It was all so unreal, she the one being executed, and Lucia the captain of the firing squad. She shuddered, and shook her head. "No, don't blindfold me. What are you going to do?"
The bowl now rested on the floor. Lucia bent and took a dart for each hand. She aimed one of them for Faith's breast, and sent it flying.
Horrified, Faith watched it come at her. It dropped short of its mark and stuck into her upper stomach. She screamed out and wrenched her body, the leather strap biting harder into her wrists as she turned jerkily about. Then she gasped aloud, hunching forward as a second dart hit its mark and stuck into the left cheek of her trembling ass. "Oh Lord! Don't throw any more… please don't hurt me."
"We've got almost a hundred darts here, Faith," Lucia told her. "You wouldn't want us to waste any of them, now would you? Don't be so inconsiderate."
Another dart hit into the back of her right thigh. Faith groaned, but made no verbal protest. It would do no good to beg. Lucia would become all the more excited if she begged. So she hung limply from the hook, closing her eyes and feeling dizzy as her body jerked and twisted. One dart after another pricked her skin and dangled like a banderillos from a weakening bull in a Spanish arena. They would not kill her, as the matador did the bull, of that Faith was sure. It was little solace, however, as the endless darts imbedded into her flesh painfully. She moaned and groaned, almost constantly, jerking involuntarily and twisting as each new dart found its place and bit sharply into her.
The waiting was the worst part of all. As the game progressed, Lucia'd assigned differing points for each part of her anatomy. The players were taking more careful aim now, and recording their scores after each shot. Faith wouldn't look. She kept her eyes clamped shut and tried not to wonder when the next dart would prick into her flesh. But she couldn't help but anticipate the next dart, especially when all got quiet. She knew someone was taking aim and involuntarily tensed her body for the stab of the endless supply of needle-darts. When it hit, sometimes in her breast and sometimes in her buttock, she'd yelp and wrench her torso, despite her resolve not to show any feeling whatsoever.
Blood trickled down from her punctured tits and buttocks, candy-striping her white skin obscenely. She looked like a peasant girl in an old torture dungeon, a picture from right out of the dark ages. She knew this, and it humiliated her. Her body hurt all over, the physical pain fusing with the psychological pain and causing her to weep bitter tears over the atrocious manner in which they were debasing her.
All was quiet for an exceptionally long time, then she heard Lucia announce happily, "I won," and knew that all the darts had now been thrown, that almost a hundred of the dreaded little things were hanging from her flesh. The voices came closer, then one by one the darts were pulled from her body. It was worse than when they'd hit into her. She hung as still as possible, whimpering with pain as all the darts were withdrawn from her.
The last dart was finally gone, she knew. Why didn't they take her down? Why? Then she knew. Beginning at knee level she felt tongues, two of them, one in front of her body and one behind. She opened her eyes and saw Lucia kneeling before her, her tongue darting out again and again, licking every trace of blood from her skin. It was Bess at the back, she saw, doing the same. The tongues were doing more than simply licking her clean of blood, they were beginning to drive her out of her mind, as well. The closer they came to her cunt and ass, the more Faith sighed and gave herself over to the incessant lapping.
Bess' tongue moved over her buttocks again and again, licking the dart-inflicted pinpricks as a mother lioness would lick her wounded cub. It felt good, soothing, healing. Then fingers parted her buttocks gently, and Faith moaned with pleasure as Bess' warm, wet tongue slid up into her asshole and licked about. And Lucia's tongue, now in her vagina, sending a chill of pleasure all over her body and making her break out in goosebumps. On up Lucia licked now, over her belly and each tit, until Faith was screaming from the pure delight of it all.
Both women ceased their licking as Dirk approached with a can in hand. Lucia and Bess backed away, making room for Dirk to move around Faith's body. He shook the can, then began to circle her as he sprayed the white froth from her neck clear down to her ankles. He opened her buttocks, putting the can to her anus and spewing it full of the substance.
When he filled her cunt with the cool foam, Faith was sure she'd pass out. God, it felt good, hissing and gushing up into her vagina, filling it to overflowing and then oozing out and running down the insides of her thighs. Finally the can was empty. Dirk stopped. She heard the can hit off at a distance, where he'd tossed it. Then he was calling to the others: "Come and get it. Dessert with whipped cream topping. Let's lick every drop of it off sweet Faith."
Then tongues were all over Faith, licking in unison at her tits, her legs, her back, her stomach, her ass. It was enough to drive her out of her mind. She quivered and moaned, trembled and jerked, coming again and again as all those tongues kept loving every inch of her body.
A mouth attached itself to her ass and sucked the whipped cream from there. Then another mouth covered her cunt, lips forming tightly and sucking the cream from her fluttering vagina, going up in after the last traces with a hot probing tongue. The rest of the tongues kept at her, licking her all over as she shuddered in ecstasy from the simultaneous ass and cunt tonguing. It was too much… too much!
An orgasm like Faith had never before experienced took hold of her. It began in her cunt, but didn't stop there. It spread to her asshole, making it join in and quiver with delight, also. Then the rest of her body was flooded over, twitching, jerking, thrashing about. The waves of orgasmic pleasure seemed to even wash out into her fingers and toes. It turned her to jelly, a writhing, blubbering mass of jelly.
Tremor after tremor shot through Faith, making her buck and jerk like a psychotic receiving electric shock therapy. She screamed out loud and long, her face mirroring the unbearable sensations going on within her, then she slumped into a dangling, used-up female form, swaying unknowingly from the hook, unconscious.