The anticipation was causing the blood to rush through my body like a torrent of water tearing down a mountainside. I felt like I was on fire, I remembered everything Jason had told me and Sybil's words describing Friday nights at The House were ringing in my ears.
Old Angus was throbbing with just the thought of it all. I watched people coming through the doorway – one by one. I watched their faces and their bodies – a longhaired brunette about nine years old, tenderly holding the hand of her mother and father, a blond boy of seven laughing and joking as he walked arm and arm with two other girls.
The girls were eight or nine. All the people coming through the doorway looked happy and beautiful. Perhaps it was the Southern climate – perhaps it was their way of life – perhaps it was a combination of both – or perhaps it was neither. All I knew was on that Friday night at The House, people were laughing, joking, greeting each other joyfully.
A fourteen year old boy was jumping rope with a girl of fifteen or sixteen. Men and women were all over the room talking, joking and sharing with each other. Everyone who entered the room had a child with them. Sybil told me that anyone who wished to come to The House on Friday night had to bring a child of twelve or under.
If they did not have a child of their own or were not able to borrow a child of their own or were not able to borrow a child from one of their neighbors or friends, they went to the school and brought one of the orphans with them. Some of the children were as young as five or six. The sexual practices with them were very limited, of course.
People were all over the room – children laughing, jumping, running. It was exciting; it was thrilling. The tension was in the air. I could feel it building. I could smell sex all over the place. Cunts must have been dripping like crazy because I could smell the pulsations between their legs. I could smell the dripping hair.
There wasn't a woman in the room who wasn't ready – perhaps even, before they entered. There wasn't a man in the room who didn't have a cock as hard as mine. Everyone was at a level of passionate arousal. Everyone was primed for Friday night at The House.
Suddenly the lights went dim. There were at least two hundred people in the room. Sybil was at a microphone in the corner and she began to speak. "Hi everybody. Welcome to Friday night at The House. You are really lucky tonight because we have an extra special show. It's going to be very informative, very instructive and, of course, very pleasurable."
A boy of eleven walked to the stage, which was essentially a huge bed built up on a platform. He walked on the mattress and removed all of his clothing. A girl of the same age followed him and got on the bed. They immediately began to undress each other.
He began to speak: "I want to take off your clothing. I want you to be nude in front of me; I want to see your naked body; I want to see your tits; I want to see your belly; I want to see your cunt; I want to see if any hair has grown on your cunt since the last time I saw you; I want to look inside the skin of your thighs; I want to look up into your cunt; I want your legs naked so I can touch them and feel them; I want all of you naked under my hands and under my eyes; I want to see all of you and feel all of you; I want to look up your ass; I want to touch you and lick you and suck you; I want all of you and every inch of you to be under me and in me and with me."
She stood quietly while he undressed her and spoke to her. Everyone in the room was silent. Once in a while, there would be a sigh or a panting sound. One woman moaned quietly as we watched.
The girl took bobby pins from her hair, which had been piled on top of her head and her hair fell down to her waist. Her body was completely nude, perfectly formed, her skin very white. Her cunt hairs were very light blond, almost invisible. Her body was incredibly silky and smooth looking.
She preened in front of the audience, showing her tits, spreading her legs and opening her cunt to us, as he said, "Yes, baby, show me your cunt lips, show me your clit, show me everything inside of you. Spread your legs and show it to me. Show it to me," he said.
She then proceeded to undress him and began to speak. "I want you to be naked, also. I want your hard, rocky body under my fingers without any clothes between us. I want your cock sprung loose out of the tightness prison of your underwear and your pants."
She pulled on the waistband of his underwear and his cock sprung out like a jack-in-the-box. It was purple and hard and incredibly huge for such a small boy. His skin was white. The purple cock against the white skin caused gasps from the audience. Every cunt in the place was dripping by then. More and more women were moaning and groaning, grinding their bodies along the seats that they were sitting on, grabbing onto to whoever was next to them, pushing against legs, putting their fingers into their twats and pulling on their clits. People were going wild as the boy stood there totally undressed, purple dang hanging in the air.
The girl knelt down on her knees in front of him and began again to speak: "Show everybody your cock, John. Show everybody your cock," she said and he did.
Without touching it, he moved, his cock away from his body and towards his body, away from his body and towards his body.
"Show everybody what else you can do, John," she said and he did.
He moved his cock to the right and to the left, to the right and to the left. Purple, huge prick dangling in the air, back and forth, from right to left, towards his body and away from his body. He was making circles with that cock rock. It was incredible what kind of control he had.
She was panting there in front of his cock; her mouth was hanging over; her tongue was out; her eyes were half closed. People in the audience were beginning to fuck by then.
A man next to me had taken a little girl, who was about eight. He sat her on his face, holding her body away from his. Her legs were wrapped around his neck; her cunt right in his mouth. He was sucking like crazy. She was just hanging there, her legs hanging onto his neck and he was sucking, sucking and sucking, while someone else was grabbing onto his cock and pulling on it while he was moaning and groaning and sucking on her cunt.
I couldn't stand what was going on all around me. I watched a man and woman fucking in a frenzy while another man was in his asshole. He was fucking into her cunt. People all around were moaning, groaning, wushing, slurching, slurping into some cocks and cunts.
The boy on stage kept moving his penis all around showing the muscle control that he had. The girl couldn't stand it any longer watching it, watching all the scenes around her. Cybil herself was sitting on the side of the stage. She had taken off all her clothing and was playing with her cunt. She was just gently rubbing her finger in and out, in and out.
I noticed Mr. amp; Mrs. Garvey in the corner doing head jobs on each other. They were sucking, sucking and sucking. Their bodies heaving, slurping – their bodies banging against each other; and all the while that Mrs. Garvey was doing that, her eyes were on the kid on stage. She never took her eyes off of him, watching his cock going around and around in circles.
I looked up on stage again, my hand already on Angus – my clothes had been ripped off my body. I was just hanging on my prick gently pulling up and down trying to control myself. I didn't know where to look first. I was watching Cybil pull her finger in and out of her twat, watching the kid pulling his cock around and around and suddenly the girl's mouth was on that cock and she was sucking wildly.
The kid picked the girl up like she was a toy, twisted her around and had her cunt in his face and they laid down together on that huge bed on stage and started sucking away, eating each other out, I was pulling on Angus and watching everything around me, listening to the moaning and the groaning.
Cybil was already on her way to her first orgasm and as I heard her scream and scream, "I'm coming, I'm corning, I'm coming," I rushed and dug Angus deep inside of her. I started banging away like crazy.
Before I knew it, Edie was rimming me. She was grabbing me around the waist – her hands on my tits, pulling frantically, her mouth in my asshole, her tongue all the way up. I knew that Jerry must have been fucking her, or somebody, but I wasn't sure. I knew something was going on because she was panting and panting, her screams could be heard inside my asshole. Her screams went all the way up my body and into my head, I kept fucking Cybil like crazy going in and out, in and out.
I, too, couldn't keep my eyes off the kids on that bed. They were still sucking deliciously, but by now other people were up on the bed with them. While she was sucking away at the kid and he was sucking away at her, other people had come over. Somebody was licking on each one of her tits, back and forth her head rolling, back and forth. He took her nipples in his mouth as he sucked and sucked and sucked. He was grinding into the bed, just pushing his cock into the bed over and over again. I couldn't close my eyes. Angus was dripping with the hot, juicy cunt surrounding him. Cybil's walls were closing in on him, pulling on him and pulling on him and pulling on him asking him for come.
Cybil was screaming and screaming, "Give me come, give me come. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."
He was sucking on my ass and screaming and screaming. I could feel it. I could feel the sounds coming into my behind and I still wouldn't come. I wouldn't let go. I wanted to hang on to that moment for all of my life. I wanted to hang onto that Friday night. I wanted to see those kids up there sucking away like crazy. I wanted to turn my body so I could see that eight year old getting her cunt lapped.
I wanted to turn completely around because I remembered that there was a little boy about nine who was fucking a woman who must have been his mother. I don't know for sure, but his little penis was stuck into her twat and she was just pushing him up and down, up and down, on top of her.
Lean bodies, smooth, soft bodies, bodies hard with youth and energy and health, bodies with silky skin, delicious smell of cunt were all over the place, the delicious smell of come was all over the plane. I couldn't stand it anymore.
Cybil was screaming, "Give me come, give me come, give me come," and I exploded in a frenzy inside of her throbbing walls, pulling every drop of juice out of me, pulling on me and pulling on me.
Edie pulled away from me as Sybil came. Again and again and again she came. With every come, I could hear her scream.
I turned for a moment only to see Mr. Garvey fucking Edie. Jerry had changed and was over with Mrs. Garvey. He was fucking away like a pneumatic drill and someone was licking on her tits. There were people all over the place – people I didn't know.
The two kids on the bed were still sucking on each other, sucking away. They were giving head slowly and rhythmically, slurping sounds were coming out their mouths as they were sucking.
I was inside Cybil's cunt. Every one of my senses alive with a frenzy of passion. My cock limp, exhausted, every drop pulled out of it. Angus was glad to be resting in a hot, warm, juicy place. When all of a sudden Jason came down.
There was a little girl on his lap, sitting on the wheel chair with him. Her head was between his knees. Her face looking out at everybody. Her back towards his body. Her legs were spread wide apart. Her cunt just under his chin. His chin was inside as deep as it could go. His eyes were open looking at everybody.
By now everyone had come and was laying sated, exhausted. He made the perfect entrance. His timing was incredible. His chin inside that little cunt, little tits barely forming, just bouncing a little bit like jello on her chest as she lay there upside down, her head between his legs.
"Hello everybody. I'm here for the second show," he said. And when he was sure he had everyone's attention, people propped up on elbows, people still panting. Some people still gently licking at cock or cunt, fingers still stroking cunt lips, tits and asses, but everybody with their eyes on Jason.
His tongue dropped out of his mouth, like a ball dropping out of a basket and dropped right onto the kid's clit. His chin seemed to go deeper into her cunt and his tongue lapped away at her clit, slurping. A gushy sound came out of his throat.
Moans came from between his knees, out of the mouth, in the little face that was hanging there. Her muscles were tightening and tightening and tightening. Her body very tort. Her legs so far apart were corning closer and closer together. His tongue was slurping away at her cunt, slurping like crazy and the sounds around began to increasing again with excitement as they watched.
Cocks were rising, cunts were juicing up and throbbing and wanting action; assholes were pulsating; people were moving all over the place as Jason's tongue just slurped away at that baby cunt – that delicious cunt under him, no hair, just smooth delicious skin, smoothy, silky.
His chin burrowed deeper and deeper into that hole. His tongue slurped away at the clit. When the little voice screamed, the climax rushing through her body, you could see the electricity moving from her head to her toes. Her knees clamped around Jason's ears and she screamed over and over again in a frenzy.
Without realizing it, I had turned and shoved Angus up Edie's twat. Cybil had moved around and standing on stage had wrapped her legs around my face. I sucked on her cunt and wished I could see what was happening. All I could see was her belly and her twat hair. She covered up my face with it, but the taste of her was delicious and the taste of my come started coming out of her as I sucked harder and harder and harder.
I pounded away into Edie's cunt and, sucked at Cybil's. Hands were all over my body, my asshole was being licked, my tits were being pulled, noises were permeating my brain. The sensations were incredible; cunts and cocks and assholes and tongues and lips and teeth; fingers and arms and legs were rolling around and sensation after sensation, Edie's twat got filled with my come.
Cybil drowned me with the juices that were so delicious, so wanted. I could feel them dripping down my neck, down my chest. I grabbed her and pulled her down to me so that I could dig my face into her tits and suck away at her.
I lay down completely exhausted, Cybil's tits in my face, Edie stretched across my body; little hands were rubbing me and stroking me and as I looked up.
Jason was sitting in his chair smiling. That little body that he had been sucking away at was tucked neatly into his arms, resting on his lap. People were smiling and lying totally exhausted.
The little boy and girl who started the show were still rhythmically moving gently against each other's body. He was stroking her back and her ass very slowly; she was stroking his hair lovingly; the smells were all around me and I knew that old Angus would rise to the occasion again. I knew that Friday night at The House wasn't over yet. It had just begun. I took a few moments to rest.