The experienced tongue between my legs was making me boil and seethe like I never had before. His lips caught and drank the juice that flowed from my cunt as quickly as it gushed out. My womb was on fire, my belly was so tight you could have bounced baseballs off it without hurting. My legs felt weak and trembly.
My finger slid low in Lynn's gully and shot into her cunt by accident. I felt her tremble and caught a happy sigh. Thinking it was what she wanted I decided to leave it there and let it soak for a while. The woman had other ideas. Taking my wrist, she began to move my hand back and forth so it trailed in and out of the sucking cavity.
I opened my mouth wider to allow more of his cock in and felt it pulse as he thrust forward. My tongue was mashed to the floor of my mouth, my jaws were open wide, and I could feel the hot veins as they pressed against my palate. Moving my head a little I let the cock push my cheek out and paint the walls with its slick grease.
My brother shivered blissfully when I shook my head and I did it again and again. My free hand slid up inside his thighs and began to explore and become friendly with his balls. I was fascinated by the way the little marbles slipped from my curious fingers and squirted away. Being very careful, I trapped them and got to know both of them before turning my attention to his hairy ass.
Keith had taken all he could stand without blowing his wad. He pushed his throbbing cock into the back of my mouth once before pulling it out and turning so he could mount me.
Lynn grinned and guided him home. It was my very first time. I was too drunk to be frightened. I was hot and ready but it did hurt when he entered.
I felt my tiny cuntlips pull downward as the tight gasket at the front of the sloppy cave stretched to its absolute limits.
Keith didn't know I was a virgin and didn't go slow. It was probably just as well because the pain seared through me and vanished, turning to thrills of shooting pleasure.
I felt him stretch the tight virgin muscles of my cunt inch by inch as he sighed, gasped and complimented me on how tight it was. Lynn helped us to twist around without Keith losing his place inside my cunt. When we finished I was sitting on his lap with my back to him.
Lynn knelt between our legs and began to drunkenly try and lick both of us as he drove that giant slab of meat back and forth.
I gasped and shrilled as her tongue licked up and down the length of my taut, wide-open split. Keith followed suit as his wife's hot tongue licked along his cock.
Keith's hands found my jugs again, squeezing them lightly and rotating them in circles when he mashed them. I felt my nipples burning hotly into the palms of his hands and thrilled to each movement.
Glancing down, past my boobs, I could see Lynn squeezing and tugging at Keith's balls as she licked our crotches. Her other hand mashed one of her big jugs up and she was rubbing it, keeping the milk-spout at the end rigid.
My hands were free and I lowered them to where I could catch her bouncy red hair. I allowed my fingers to sift through it, caressing her head and helping guide her as she bounced her tongue between my clit and the bottom of Keith's cock-shaft.
Every nerve in my body seemed to be super-alert and I could sense when he was about to come. My own body had been building to an electric state beyond anything I had ever reached by playing with myself.
My chest, tits, shoulders and cheeks began to blush with lust as I squealed and trembled. I could hear Keith's growls and panting breath. His heart pounded against my back. His mighty cock swelled and stretched my cunt even further. The end of it struck the back of my cunt and grew in length as it began to throb and spew its jism into me. I mewed and purred, gasped and whimpered as thrill after thrill shot through me, lingering and joining forces from every part of my body. Then I was sparkling, floating, shooting and falling all at the same time.
My climax was good, but not anywhere near as nice as others later, when my pussy had more experience. Even at that point my dream didn't end. It continued on to follow the rest of the events that night.
Lynn hadn't been helped yet and insisted that we do her before we went to sleep. I lay there watching as my brother pulled her beside him on the bed and began to eat her out.
The smell of our sex hung heavily in the air and his jism ran between my legs and dripped into a tissue Lynn had left at the bedside.
I watched in awe as the woman took the man's shrunken, tired cock in her mouth and began to stretch it by tugging with her lips and cleaning the evidence of our love from its head and sides.
Finally, rested and unable to sit there watching, I joined Lynn. She let the now-stiff cock pop from her drooling mouth and pushed it to me. I slid the acrid-smelling prick between my lips and nodded back and forth for several seconds before passing it back. Then, while she sucked on the head I began to lick the base and his balls.
Lynn's breath was starting to rasp and turned to pants as Keith drove his expert licker in and around her hole. I wiped between my legs and, with my hands free to wander, began to massage her lovely boobs.
The woman let my brother's cock fall from her mouth. Holding it upright with her fingers she began to lap the sides. She made single broad strokes along the entire length. I pressed my head close to hers from the other side and began to do the same. Our tongues met on the sides of the spear and molded themselves lightly around the cock like an ultra-soft, moving cunt.
The taste of her saliva and his oozing syrup mixed with the warmth of our wet tongues. The scalding ruggedness of the trembling cock became a delightfully sensuous experience. Each of us lapped clear to the top and took turns slipping the head into our mouths.
Keith wasn't able to take too much of that before he had to push us away and finish working on Lynn's hot cunt by himself. When he had turned her into a mindless bundle of passion he lay back and made her mount him.
I stared in awe at the sight of the woman, happily harpooned by his spear, bouncing up and down, letting her big tits sway and jiggle like jelly.
She pistoned her hips slowly down, screwing herself onto the big slab of beef. His eyes glazed as she increased her speed and began shoving her hips back and forth at the same time, slapping his cock around inside her cunt.
He reached up and grabbed a handful of each tit and began squeezing. His fingers dug in, nearly vanishing as the excess of her boobs oozed over and around his fingers.
Bringing his hands down slowly he drew her chest and face to his. Their lips crashed together and her boobs scraped and rubbed against his strong chest. I saw how beautiful love and sex could be together, and yearned to find a mate of my own.
I watched as their tongues meshed and slid back and forth. Her hips seemed to lose control and the long cock popped and snapped as it danced in and out cif her bouncing crotch.
I reached between their legs and held his balls as they smashed together. Her hips would rise to their fullest height without losing his cock and then would shoot down with blinding speed. She bounced off him as she shot skyward again.
The cheeks of her ass were spread and I couldn't help giggling silently to myself at the way her little brown asshole winked at me. Unable to control the urge any longer I licked my finger, got it good and wet, waited until just the right moment, and drove it into her ass, clear to the hilt.
Lynn screamed and thrashed around in pure ecstasy, making her cunt-muscles bring Keith's cock to a thrilling explosion. I watched as the two flailed their way through their orgasms.
Keith raked his fingernails up and down his wife's back, drawing blood, and his legs arched, raising them both off the bed. Lynn lost her balance and crashed weakly on top of him with my finger still buried between her ass-cheeks.
I felt something rubbing in her body and gasped when I realized I was actually feeling my brother's cock as it stoked her furnace from the other hole. My knuckles began to get wet and I popped my finger out of her shit chute so I could watch the silvery cum bubble from the base of her tightly stretched cunt.
"Have you ever tasted cum?" Lynn asked as she rolled breathlessly off her man.
I shook my head and she placed my finger at the entrance of her snatch, scooped some of the flowing jism onto the end and guided it to my mouth.
It was slippery and tasted a little like yeast. But what impressed me the most was how it slid along my tongue like an oyster.
My back hurt and felt stiff from being suspended on the weird swing. Other than that I wasn't any worse for wear. I decided to stay on the bed and pretend to still be asleep in case anyone looked in on me. That way I wouldn't have to take part in any more of their weird games.
I rested my back and hips on the warm, undulating mattress and remembered how good my brother's salty cock had tasted, and how the heavy odor of his crotch helped turn me on.
Glancing over at the nightstand I spotted a funny-looking thing I'd seen advertised in the confession magazines. It was a massager. Some of my more daring girl friends had bragged about fucking themselves with them and told wild stories about how wonderful it felt.
Telling myself I only wanted to try and see if it might not take some of the pain away from the far end of my cunt I picked it up and examined it.
When I figured out how to turn the thing on, I licked it and slid it against the opening of my pussy. I flipped the switch and almost pissed the bed. My twat filled with juice, my clit shot from under its hood, my flaps swelled and my ass-cheeks locked together.
It seemed instantly to heat every fiber of my body and make me cry out with need. I pushed it into my cunt and felt it thrill the smooth interior as it stretched it.
I lay back and let the tingling shaft thrill and buff my hole as I rubbed my nipples with my other hand. Pulling the delicious shaft out of my pussy for a second I tried it on my rubbery little nipples and watched as they leaped to attention. I left a trail of cum and cunt-juice as I rubbed it over the rest of my puffy tits. Tracing the center line of my body down, past my belly button, I ran it over my pubic triangle.
There was no sign of anyone coming so I lay and leisurely rubbed one hairy side of my crack and then the other, until it worked me up to the place where I had to sink it in again.
The trembling instrument went home easily, thrilling and exciting in its totally different way. I pushed it in to the place where it dragged against my clit. Then I locked my thighs together and let it run by itself as I stroked and caressed the rest of my body.
I was scalding hot in seconds and replaced my trembling hand on the thing so I could move it back and forth. My mind wandered and filled with images of my brother's big cock slicing wetly in and out of my cunt with Lynn licking my clit.
It was pure, heated pleasure. My mind was in tune with my body and I thought for sure I was going to get my cookies off this time. Then I became aware of the heavy silence. The dogs were quiet and I didn't hear anyone else either. It was scary, and I lost part of the pleasure for a second.
Damning the rest of them, I ran the vibrator back and forth until I regained the heat and started working myself to the peak I'd done so much to attain.
Just then, just as I was tottering on the edge, the door banged open and four men crowded into the room and approached the bed. I had only enough time to jerk the vibrator out and hide it under the pillow before they grabbed me.
The men dragged me into the play room. They threw me down on my back, yanked my legs over my head and sat on my ankles and wrists while I screamed and pleaded for mercy.
"It's for your own good, girl. You need an orgasm. We're going to help you out!"
My knees were still tied, leaving me in an impossibly awkward position to defend myself. By concentrating on the task at hand I was able to keep my mind off my cunt and the ugly piece of meat that was hammering delightedly away at it.
The big cock rammed and butted against my lips, mashing and bruising them as he tried to force his way past my tightly clenched teeth. I could hear the gasps and sighs of the audience as they held each other's privates and licked their lips in anticipation. My gums began to ache and I felt my front teeth start to loosen. Rather than have them knocked out, I gave in and opened my mouth.
I could hear the audience gasping and howling with lust as they watched the strange scene. The big cock filled my mind and demanded all my attention. Every thrill, every shiver that my mouth caused, could be felt. It was like sucking on a living baseball bat. It shivered and grew, it pulsed and lengthened. One second it was in my throat, the next barely between my teeth. I don't know how far down it would have gone if he'd have fed me all of it. It might have killed me.
I got out of the tub and dried off. Thinking I'd feel better if I got dolled up, I dabbed on some of my aunt's good perfume, then used her powder puff and dusted my sore twat. Pulling on a pair of red bikini panties I shrugged into a terrycloth robe and limped back to the kitchen.
"Did you reach a climax?" he asked as I sat down.
"No," I admitted, shaking my head.
"When you get better I have an idea that might work."
"What?" I demanded.
At first he wouldn't tell me. He didn't want to mess around at all with me until I recovered from the events of the evening. But I insisted and he explained that I'd had so much hard, brutal sex that it might help to have what he called gentle, prolonged sex.
I was willing to try anything. I won't pretend that I was in my right mind. I'm sure I wasn't. But the way I looked at it, one more fuck wasn't going to hurt anything and it might just give me the relief I was looking for.
It took me almost an hour of arguing, begging and pleading before he finally gave in. We undressed and went to bed. I was exhausted and almost fell asleep as I lay down. Mr. Walker wanted to wait until the next night but I insisted. He gave in and had me lie on my side facing him. Then I wrapped a leg over his hip, spreading my sore cunt so that he could enter.
His cock was hard and slid into my moist, stretched pussy without any trouble. He pushed it in to the hilt and laid his upper leg between mine. The hot cock felt good as it soaked in my cunt. It was like my pussy had its very own thumb to suck on.
I locked myself tight against him so that even if his hard-on shrank it would stay in. It wasn't going to do anything that would make me come, but I wasn't worried about that at the time. It was acting like a soothing pacifier for my hungry snatch.
I drifted into an exhausted sleep and lay there peacefully as he petted my head. I woke up long after he'd fallen asleep and realized his cock was still inside me. It wasn't hard any more and I was crushing the poor thing.
By thinking about my cunt and pretending that I was trying to keep from shitting I made the ring of muscles just inside my twat tighten. I relaxed and tried it again. It took a little practice and a few minutes before they got strong enough to bring his cock around but I was rewarded for my efforts and his limp prick came alive and expanded.
I moved my hips slowly and kept tightening the muscles until I developed a slow, gentle rhythm. In, out, tighten. In, out, tighten. I knew he was still asleep but the silly smile that spread across his face made it all worth it.
Moving my chest closer to him, I mashed my boobs into the top of his belly. He sighed and wrapped his arm around me in a tender bear hug. I continued to move slowly back and forth and enjoyed the warmth of his cock as it slid in and out, along the length of my split, from clit to hole, starting tiny slivers of warmth tingling deep inside my belly.
It felt good but I had time to realize what was happening. I had time to think and analyze what was going down. I had become a nymphomaniac! I was addicted to sex, and like a dope addict, was really hooked. I was accepting all of the humiliation, pain, and anguish that was thrown at me in order to support my habit. I had turned from being a normal, innocent teenager to a raving sex maniac.
Very calmly I worked up my nerve as I stroked his cock. It took almost a half-hour to heat him to the point where he exploded. I tightened my cunt-muscles several times to make sure I had completely satisfied his monster, then slipped out of his arms.
The cum dripped down my legs as I headed for the bathroom. I didn't care. I was very quiet and careful as I found the room in the dark. I paused at the door and listened. The house was quiet. There was no need to lock the door. The man I'd just helped had slept right through it. That was good. I switched on the light and blinked back the first shattering effect of the brightness.
Padding quietly to the medicine cabinet I found my razor and took the blade out. I had shaved my legs with it that afternoon and some of the dirty soap clung to the shiny edge. I have no idea why I felt it had to be washed but I did. For some reason it mattered very much to me. If I was going to slash my wrists I wanted to do it with a clean blade.
I ran a little water over the edge and wiped it with a towel. The double-edged piece of steel sparkled and glittered in the light. I turned my left wrist up so the veins showed and prepared to drag it across the flesh.
Strong hands snaked out from behind me and grabbed my wrists before I could cut them. Mr. Walker squeezed until the blade dropped onto the counter.
"It's time we had a little talk, young lady!" he growled as he pulled me into the kitchen and slammed me roughly into one of the chairs.
We talked well into the morning and I felt a little more like a human being by the time we were done. I was glad it was Saturday because Mr. Walker didn't have to go to work. I knew he'd have tied me to the bed if he'd been forced to go someplace. At any rate I would have a week to dry out and think it over without worrying about shoving anything inside me. My period had started during chores Saturday afternoon.