My mind was being torn apart. In fact if the man hadn't lingered on for some time afterwards and talked to me I'm sure I would have slit my wrists. But old Mr. Walker wasn't stupid. He knew I had a problem and could sense that our romp hadn't helped me.
He was so concerned that he followed me into the bathroom and we talked while I squatted on the toilet and let the cum and a stream of piss shoot from between my legs.
By the time I was done and had dabbed the last drop of piss from my cuntlips he had the whole story, and a possible solution. He had friends in the next town who met every Friday night and had a plain old-fashioned orgy. He convinced me that it was sure to help. I agreed, and that Friday he picked the two of us up at seven. The house we drove to was thirty miles away and closer to the suburbs of a nearby big city. It could have been called a mansion. The place had a swimming pool, sauna, wet bar, built in barbecue, water beds, film room and a special room set up for orgies.
We were ushered in amidst whispers as to how nice it was to have me there. Mr. Walker introduced me around and explained my problem to everyone. There were eight other couples and were they ever a mixture. I was so nervous about the whole thing, and there were so ninny different people, that I didn't even try to remember names. I remember there was a giant black man, who used to be a linebacker for one of the pro football teams, and his very pretty, petite wife. There was a young Japanese couple, an older Mexican couple, a couple who had acted in porno flicks, and others.
It was decided that I was to start their party off since I was nervous and it was a good way to break the ice. One of the women gave me a good stiff shot of whiskey, which I'd never had before. I wheezed and choked as the fiery stuff burned its way to my stomach. Wiping the tears out of my eyes I blushed furiously at the people and started to undo my blouse.
I'd never stripped in public but the warm sensation in my tummy made it easier. What I didn't realize was that while I was trying to get out of my clothes in front of all those staring, hot people.
He and the woman who'd acted in porno films were stroking his balls and cock, teasing him. When I reached behind me to undo the catches on my bra I could hear his yelping and the harsh, strained breathing as he choked himself by straining against the choke chain.
The cups of my bra fell away and I handed it to a woman who set it with the rest of my clothing. I hooked my fingers into the band of my panties and eased the airy, light fabric off my hips.
I caught the mass intake of breath and the electrical tension of the audience as I stood up and exposed my body, and it made me feel a little better.
"Lay down," my hostess instructed.
I did and the stage began to turn slowly. One of the men reached up and adjusted my legs so my pink little cuntlips and the dark crack of my ass could be seen better.
Mr. Walker nodded to the hostess. She reached behind the small bar and brought out a can of whipped topping. Stopping the platform for a second she stepped up beside me, inserted the tip of the nozzle in my cunt, bent the end and shot my passage full of the cold creamy foam. Pulling it out she sprayed a line over my cuntlips. Separating the cheeks of my ass with her fingers, she filled the gully with the sticky stuff and completed her decorations with swirls on each tit.
There were huge cocks, small cocks, medium-sized cocks and cocks of all different colors. There were small tits, round tits, big tits, pointed tits and tits of all colors. There were hairy pussies and hairless pussies. They were all coming at me.
My mouth was pushed against something hairy and wet. I realized with a start it was a cunt. A hand grabbed my tit. It was strong and rough. Another grabbed the other tit. It was soft and had sharp nails. I let my tongue flick out and taste the warm musty texture of the bloated cuntlips pushed between my lips. A strong male cock was sliding into my asshole, already slick and dripping. My hand was pulled from my cunt and wrapped around a cock as someone else filled that hole with another cock.
A light, strong hand grabbed my one free one and pressed it to a soft, lush boob. Bodies surrounded me, covering me with sweat from their efforts to pump me or those lying on either side. The tension boiled. I heard the squishing of pistoning cocks and snapping pussies. The spray of jism and dribbling cunt-juice made me slippery.
The woman with her thighs wrapped around my head began to buck. I pushed my little tongue inside her drooling cunt and felt her muscles trying to milk it. Hands pushed against my head, driving my tongue deeper. I opened my mouth and took her meaty, hair-covered outer cuntlips past my teeth so I could drive my tongue deeper.
My ears were filled with grunts and groans, pants and sighs, growls and whimpers. My tongue reached into the throbbing cave and drew circles around the woman's cunt-walls. Her thighs crashed together, bucking and grinding as she exploded. Then she was puffing away and a cock was shoved between my lips.
The mindless heat didn't ebb. It kept building and building inside me. The cock in my ass was making my insides itch with a terrible need. The two cocks were pretty well in tune and sent shiver after shiver of pleasure shooting through me.
The one in my ass began straining and throbbing and I heard him pull out with a gushing plop as a river of wet stuff dripped across the cheek of my ass. No sooner had he rolled away than someone else had pushed hotly against my back. The new cock didn't try to enter my ass. He pushed hard against the cock still in my cunt. I felt my little twat stretching inward even further. The man in front pulled out, lined his scalding tool up with the other, and together they drove home.
The cock in my hand filled my palm and coated my wrist with jism and was replaced by a wet, demanding pussy. I shoved my cum-coated digits into the new cunt without thinking and thrilled to the hot little clit rubbing against them as I drew back and forth.
The two cocks inside, working from different angles, were rubbing together, pinching and pulling my cuntlips between them and stretching me wider and wider.
They bit my womb, they ironed out the wrinkles at the far end of the cave, they drank all my lubricant and filled me with their own clear fluid.
I felt that I was tied helplessly to a high-voltage wire and was taking every ounce of current that they shot in without any hope of release. Then, just as my mind was about to snap, the agony and tension vanished.
Just the fact that I was released from its hold was enough. I didn't mind not having a climax this time. It had been horrible to find myself locked into an ever-increasing need without any hope for release.
There was no letup in the stack and no hope for escape. The strong acrid smell of a man's crotch assailed me as the big cock worked back and forth in my mouth. It tasted salty, warm and good. I swirled my tongue around its shivering staff awkwardly and felt his hair against my nose. My head was resting on the cheek of someone's ass. I felt a stream of cum run across my tit and immediately, a woman's soft hand began to massage it into the skin. Every square inch of my body was pressed against someone else.
The hand on my other jug was replaced by soft sweet lips and a woman's long hair brushed and tickled my belly. The two straining cocks pounding away at my insides began to try to puncture my womb. Then they exploded as one completely filled my cunt with frothy, foaming jism.
I heard them come out with a loud, squishing sound. A cock filled my ass as the men fell away from me and a smooth soft face with slender tongue and soft lips began to suck the draining cum from my cunt.
The cock in my mouth drove harshly into my throat and, bucking like an untamed home, it spat and shot its jism down my throat. I choked and wheezed, but to no avail. The cock jumped and trembled. The jism backed up and flowed around my teeth. He pulled out and I swallowed desperately, trying to get all of the white stuff down so I could breathe.
The last of the cum passed my windpipe and I inhaled. Only now I was breathing through the curly filter of a perfumed cunt. My nose became lodged between her slick flaps and was bathed in her love-juice and the acrid-smelling trickle of a man's cum as I flicked my tongue against her already flicked asshole.
The release I'd found earlier left and I started up the hot mountain again. The thought terrified me. What if I wasn't able to stop this time? What if they had to haul me away to a nut house with my hand buried in my twat, seeking a release that wouldn't come?
I struggled to get out of the wiggling, squirming, bucking ton of hot passion where I was buried, but I was pinned hopelessly. The tip of my tongue penetrated the dark shit tube of the woman and cleaned the clinging cum and shit from its walls. The mouth at my cunt nibbled and pulled on my cuntlips, and tickled the top of my clit, driving me frantically up to the high-power wires again. I just didn't know if I could stand it.
Time seemed to vanish and I floated, surrounded by bodies, satisfying themselves, while I could only hope and pray. I had originally came to this party in hopes of finding an orgasm, but it was just too much sex, too much heated tension all at once. Now all I could hope to do was keep from going crazy. I opened my eyes and saw a wild-eyed man standing over un-hammering his cock. I managed to get my eyes closed again just in time as his swelling cock spilled its load of jism over my face.
I was burning but I hadn't lost control yet. Somehow I managed to wiggle out from under and stagger out of reach. The need in my tormented loins was so great that I had trouble walking.
"Please…" I sobbed. "I don't want to be turned on any more tonight."
"Don't worry, baby doll," she giggled nervously with her slight Southern drawl. "We're going to play a game designed to please me!"
She was a stunningly beautiful woman. Her complexion was a flawless cocoa with shimmering black hair and perfectly formed black nipples. I had a hard time keeping my eyes off the black tips. They were about the size of quarters, rising from her fully ripe tits like the rubber suction cups found on the ends of toy mows. They seemed to be licorice candy and I was tempted to taste them.
"You honkies all think you're so good 'cause you got white skin. You all push us around 'cause there's more of you. Well, baby doll, there's only two of us in here and I'm gonna be the master this time!"
I could smell the whiskey on her breath and guessed that she'd had more than enough to drink.
"P-Please…" I whimpered.
She didn't say another word but grabbed my hair before I could jump out of the way and brought me sobbing for mercy to my knees.
She forced me over on my face and knelt with one knee on the back of my neck. Reaching to the nearby dresser she hauled out a special set of chains. I felt the cold metal bite my wrists as she twisted them together and locked each of them to the opposite forearm.
The woman fastened a chain cuff that dangled from special pulleys to each ankle and pulled them up and out until everything but my face was in the air. My ass-cheeks locked together from the strain, even though my legs were spread, and my back felt like it was going to break.
She fastened a padded pair of rings under my tits so my weight rested painfully on the iron bra and my tits hung, like cow udders, fully extended. She pulled me into the air and I was completely helpless.
The man stepped up to my side and I swear his hard-on had to have been a foot long. It jutted straight out, pulsing and drooling as he watched his wife.
"Lower her head!" the woman ordered her husband.
He did. Her cum-covered pussylips were exposed and my head fell between her thighs. She spread herself and ordered me to clean her.
I was so busy trying to breathe and keep from puking in the woman's slime-coated crotch that I didn't know the man had stepped between my numb legs until he pushed his dark telephone pole against my cuntlips and drove home. I bounced unmercifully into the woman's lower belly again and again. Shock after shock of pain flashed and tingled through my legs and face. My nose struck her pubic bone and blood began to drip from it as she wrapped her thighs around my head and held me there. She soared past her peak and shoved me brutally aside, letting my face bounce onto the floor.
The man raised me back up so I was suspended on the chains in a bowed but level position. Then he began to swing me back and forth and I was taking his twelve inches of cock inside me with every arc.
"Mind if I join you?" our host said, entering the room and laughing at my blood and cum-coated face.
"Not at all," the big man laughed.
The black man stopped swinging me long enough for the older Mexican fellow to fit a vicious harness over my head and adjust it so my jaws were forced apart and I couldn't close my mouth. Then he stood at my head with his hard-on between my lips.
Each time I swung forward I took the stiff cock in my mouth to the hilt. Each time I swung back I took the twelve inches in my cunt.
It seemed like an eternity and I was sure the two giant cocks would meet in the center of my body.
Finally the Mexican exploded in my mouth. I swallowed and choked, almost gagging. The jism shot clear to my stomach on the in stroke and trailed out on the out stroke, dripping from my helpless lips, trailing down my tethered chin and dripping to the floor.
The man pulled his cock out and began to smash me back and forth onto the huge prick in my cunt. I felt it start to buck and shoot, then I passed out.
Everything was peaceful and lovely while I was unconscious. I was visiting my brother Keith and his wife Lynn during Christmas vacation. The three of us were on my brother's king-sized bed, playing Monopoly. The two of us gals were getting the hell beat out of us. All I had left was the four railroads and two hundred dollars I'd gotten for passing go. Lynn was broke and had mortgaged all of her properties [missing text].
I landed on one of Keith's places but he had a hotel on it and I ended up giving him my two hundred plus mortgaging one of the railroads. Lynn was next. She landed on one of his and begged for mercy. Keith laughed and said he'd take her blouse for payment. She giggled, pouted for a second, then poured us another glass of wine, and handed him the piece of clothing.
The game got really wild then. We were both a little tipsy, which was probably why we were losing so bad. Keith was sober and kept winning. When I was broke, Lynn talked me into selling my clothing along with hers and before long we were both naked.
Keith decided, after we'd both lost everything, that it wasn't fair for us to be naked while he was still dressed. He took off his things and joined us on the bed. In my dream, just as it had really happened, I felt so small every time I looked at Lynn's giant boobs. I also couldn't keep from staring at the big piece of meat that lay, half-stiff and bouncing between my brother's legs.
He loaned each of us two thousand Monopoly dollars which we promptly lost. Then he shut down the game, declared himself winner and decided to collect the I.O.U.'s.
I was fuzzy from the wine and happy about the good time we'd been having. I was also hot and curious after taking my clothes off and looking at my naked brother for a half-hour. I couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to play with the toy between his legs. I found out in a hurry.
Neither one of them asked if I was a virgin and I wasn't about to admit my innocence. Keith fell across me, knocking me back and covering my hot lips with his. It was the first time I'd French-kissed and the strange, vinegary taste of his saliva, on top of the wine, made my innocent cunt really wet and sloppy.
I thrilled to the feel of his big, meaty tongue and the desperate way it explored. Not to be outdone, I pushed mine past our lips and began flicking about, running it over his teeth and the roof of his mouth. Without really knowing how it happened I found myself dueling with my brother's tongue.
Lynn took my hand and guided it to her husband's solid cock. His touch was new and wonderful. It was totally different from anything I had imagined. The pads of my soft fingertips thrilled to the silky smoothness and rugged veins. I could feel it pulsing and thrilled as it trembled and bounced hotly in my hand. The skin on the outside of the shaft had the ability to slide up and down the iron core under it and I thrilled to the firm softness of the crown. Even though I'd never had one of those big things inside me I knew how delightful it would feel. I toyed with the end of it and thought of how nice it would be to have the rim catch and massage my insides as it was stroked in and out of my cunt.
Keith's strong hands cupped my titties and rubbed the nipples which were already stiff and hard. I felt thrill after thrill of heat shoot through my chest and the balloons filled to the bursting point with desire.
Lynn's delicate hand slid up my thighs, sending tight waves of tense pleasure shooting into the bottom of my stomach. My hand snaked out and did the same to her. I purred as I felt her tremble. Her fingers found the slick entrance of my inexperienced snatch and began to draw the sex-oil from between the tight little cuntlips.
I pushed her legs apart and followed her example. Her cunt was wet and swampy too. I had jacked off enough to know how cunt-juice felt, but somehow it was different coming from someone else. I didn't wait for her to lead the way but found the top of her slit and pushed under the hood for her sex-button.
She gasped as I stroked the wet little head and it made me feel like a real pro. Her fingers didn't follow mine. They pinched my cuntlips together and tugged lightly, making them throb and fill with blood until they were soft and ripe. Then she began to rub them back and forth, making them burn with need.
Her expert play also rubbed and tugged at my clit and cunt in a way I'd never experienced and the itch of need built to its boiling point.
Keith's lips left mine and found my rock-hard little tittie-tips. He sucked one at a time between his lips, pinching them lightly between his teeth.
He rolled and tugged them as his fingers gently, finding the delights deep inside.
Lynn's mouth found mine and I tasted her tongue as my brother's cock began to drip its thicker love-syrup. I wet the tip of my thumb in the sticky stuff and began to slide it around in circles on his cockhead.
The man's hairy legs turned to steel and I sighed happily. Who would have believed I could have so much fun with the boy I'd grown up with, fought with all the time, envied and known so well?
I felt him twist so his hips were rubbing my cheek. His hand pulled Lynn's away and I gasped. His tongue, the same one that had been in my mouth only minutes before, flicked out and slid down the crest of my drooling cunt.
Lynn broke our kiss. She turned my head with her hands so I was facing his crotch. The strong manly smell made my temperature rise even higher. My brother's wife held her husband's straining cock and guided my head until the slippery cushion wet my lips.
"Use your tongue," she whispered.
Shyly, hesitantly, I let my licker ease forward until it touched the smooth hot skin. It retreated to the depths of my mouth and then came forward for another try.
As my tongue became bolder I let it snake out and run up and down the sides of the hot cock. Keith needed more and Lynn guided the meat between my lips and into the depths of my hot mouth.
I felt the cockhead push past my teeth and back my tongue up. I wiggled the very tip so I could tickle the tight skin where his foreskin had been cut away. The heated stick was soothing and made me feel as content as I used to be when I sucked my thumb.