Chapter 9
Connie was trembling. She knew it was going to be tonight, or not at all. It was her last opportunity to take on two guys at once. It was the end of the summer session party-orgy, rather down by the lake. Tomorrow she'd be on her way home, then, after a week, back for the regular fall session. So, it was now or never. When Connie arrived at the lake it looked like a normal gathering of students. But, by the time the sun went down, it would be something else...
Connie studied the people, picked out the ones she knew. Carl and Jerry, the organizers, were already there. The girls were outnumbered by the boys, which fell right in with her plans. More cocks than cunts was just what she needed.
Her rosy nipples throbbed with excitement, pushed against the short cotton shift she was wearing. Under it she had on only the matching panties. The warm path felt good under her bare feet.
Two huge galvanized tubs were packed with beer and ice. Next to them a radio blared brain-rattling rock music through huge speakers. Flickering, aromatic torches ringed the grassy area. Connie hoped the fumes would keep the mosquitoes away.
It was a pagan scene. Connie watched the dancing as her belly knotted with tension.
"When does the action begin?" she asked Jerry at last. He shrugged. "Oh, any time. It depends on when someone decides to get it started."
"Get it started? How?" Connie probed nervously Carl shrugged. "Oh, usually someone strips and then makes it right out in the open."
"Some girl, you mean," Connie corrected.
"Usually," Jerry acknowledged.
Connie finished her beer and made a face at the unfamiliar taste. She had wanted something else to drink, but that was all there was. She walked over to a trash barrel and dropped the empty can in. Then, feeling so excited she was afraid she might piss her pants she turned, headed for the center of the crowd.
Then, thinking better of it, she went into the woods for a moment. When she emerged, the urge to piss had been satisfied. She headed for the center of the clearing, dragging Carl and Jerry along behind her. They followed, willing but puzzled.
Once in the center of things, she turned to face them, and began to dance. Her slender young body moved sensuously and gracefully with the pounding beat. Her movements were a startling, dramatic contrast to the spastic, frenzied gyrations everyone else was doing. Everyone in the vicinity stopped dancing in order to watch her. The trend shifted swiftly from dancing to watching, and Connie found herself the center of a circle of spectators.
Her lust blazed higher as she concentrated on her audience. Crossing her arms in front of herself, she began to inch the hem of her shift higher and higher. She exposed her panties, bared her waist, lifted the dress until it was just below her tits.
Then, with a sudden, graceful movement, she stripped the shift up over her head and threw it aside. She was down to just her panties now. Her tits quivered and jiggled as she danced and moved. She looked at Carl and Jerry. They each had huge bulges in their pants. "Your shirts," she said softly.
Their struggle to obey her was almost comical. She had a heady feeling of power over them as they ripped their shirts off. She drew Carl and Jerry into the circle and danced a figure-eight pattern around the two of them, let her warm skin brush theirs, stroked their torsos with her fingers. She paused in front of each one, arched her back, thrust out her quivering, pale tits. They held back, realizing she wanted to tease them for as long as possible.
God, how she had changed in the last month!
And how she loved being the absolute center of attention! The eyes focused on her made her burn inside. Her panties were tight and restricting, pulled up against her sensitive crotch. She had to get rid of them. Standing in front of Carl and Jerry, her hips moving gently to the beat of the music, she hooked her thumbs in the waist of her panties and began to ease them downward very slowly. She felt the evening air touch more and more of her tummy. She felt the edge of the panties tug down over her butt and expose the cleavage between her asscheeks. She felt the first of her pussy hair springing free.
The rise of her cuntal mound was exposed. Her strawberry-blonde hair stirred in the soft breeze.
She kept her thighs scissored, pressed tightly together, trapping her panties between the graceful roundness of her legs. She stood very straight and graceful with her hands at her sides. She felt the cool breeze touch her sex-tense tits. She felt all eyes on her. She moved one leg an inch, let the panties slide smoothly down, then stepped out of them. She moved slowly around Jerry and Carl. She felt all eyes following her moves. She flicked their belts open as she passed. Then she knelt in front of Carl and pulled his pants down, and exposed his towering hard-on. With the mob watching, she slowly enveloped his enormous cock with her mouth.
Leaving Carl's prick shining with saliva, she turned to Jerry and repeated the move, stripping his trousers and shorts down around his ankles, and then sucking his cock briefly. She stood up and moved between them. She offered them her naked body. Their hands pinched and stroked and fondled her intimately. Her tits ached from the attention, her cunt seeped hotly with desire. She let her eyes close and savored the searing waves of lust that were boiling through her. She felt herself being lifted, carried. She opened her eyes to find that Jerry and Carl were handing her over to the crowd!
She was rolled and tumbled by the mob, passed from hand to hand. She was being touched all over. Her back, her ass, her legs, her neck, her thighs, her cunt, her belly, her arms-every inch of her was fondled and touched and pressed and stroked as she was passed around. The light from the torches shined over her pale flesh. There were dozens of hands on her all the time; men's hands and women's hands touching her everywhere. As she was passed along, the crowd began to strip and scatter clothes across the grass. And still Connie flew along on a carpet of lifting, touching hands. She was rolled over and over and over. She willed, herself to remain completely limp. Her tits felt bruised as hands pulled up against them. Her pussy was probed over and over again, whether accidentally or deliberately she wasn't sure, and didn't care. Her ass crack was violated, her legs spread wide to let air and eyes bore into her, probe her cunt and asshole.
Then there were just two pairs of hands on her, and she was lowered to the soft grass. She sprawled there limply. She felt a weight ease down on her, and a cock plunge deep into her over stimulated cunt. Her body reacted with a powerful, urgent heave, began to fuck whoever it was on top of her. Welcoming the drives of the cock, she opened her eyes and saw Carl standing over her. His prick drooled as Jerry pounded his prick into her juicy cunt.
She thought briefly of rolling both her and Jerry over, and presenting Carl with her willing ass, but it was already too late. She was orgasming, and even more important, so was Jerry. She felt him pouring his load of cum deep into her spasming cunt. She curled her graceful legs around him, trapping him deep in her ravenous hole, then milked his balls dry. Jerry heaved himself free. She welcomed Carl, spread her thighs wide to expose the shining petals of her cunt. Carl's cock jammed into her with a soft squish, and she was full of cock again, and her clit was being crushed, and it felt wonderful. She turned her body loose as Carl slammed his prick deeply inside of her. She had the feeling that they were being watched by the crowd. It made her feel even better. She loved the idea of being so incredibly desired. She loved the feel of cock slamming into her, a body crushing her into the ground, hairy thighs rubbing her smooth ones. She twined her legs around Carl's, urged him deeper into her hungry cunt. He came as quickly as Jerry had. Stimulated by her stripping, her fondling, and her fuck with Jerry, Carl poured thick wads of jism into her convulsing cunt after only a minute or two.
Then he pulled away, leaving her momentarily, agonizingly empty. But another cock replaced his, displaced his cum, filled her cunt. She didn't know who it was and didn't care. All she wanted was fucking-endless, ecstatic fucking. The cock pistoned in her drenched cunt, and she felt hot, sticky waves of excess jism dripping slowly down her ass. Her hips heaved and rolled as she welcomed the heavy thrusts. She wrapped her arms around whoever was fucking her, and abandoned herself to yet another orgasm. She felt a third load of male cum being pumped into her cunt, felt the overflow pulse out thickly. She loved it. Her orgasm soared higher. She was barely aware of what was happening.
Her life became an endless succession of cocks. Body after body came down on hers, cock after cock pistoned in her pulsing cunt. Her ribs were crushed again and again as cock after cock poured huge, steaming loads of jism into her glutted pussy. Her ass became a river of cum, her pubic bush a gooey paste of hair and jism.
Slowly, finally, she roused to the sad fact that she was empty. She was lying on her back, her legs spread out like a frog's. She didn't have a man on top of her, or a cock pumping in her cunt. Cum was drying on her thighs, her cunt, and her ass. She stared up into the sunset-tinted dome of sky. She rolled over and looked around warily. Carl and Jerry were sitting nearby, sipping beer. Three, no, four other boys were scattered around her, God, it had felt like a million of them had fucked her, but counting Carl and Jerry, it had only been six. Distressingly, she was still horny. When she sat up, a wave of cum poured out of her cunt. But she was still horny. She was grateful that the evening was yet young. She was sure now of getting what she wanted, maybe even more. Now that the men initial lust had been slaked, they would have more staying power.
She crawled over to Carl and Jerry. She felt her tits swaying heavily as she went. Her ass felt chilly because of all the cum drying on it. Taking Jerry's beer from him, she washed the dryness out of her mouth. "Well, you got things off to a fine start," he observed wryly. Connie turned and surveyed the crowd. Every conceivable sexual variation was being tried. Well, not quite. Connie didn't see any girl taking cocks in both her cunt and her ass. Ten feet from them a girl was astride a boy, leaning forward, her hands on his shoulders. Her ass rose and fell steadily, with a slight twisting motion. His cock, shining with her secretions, twisted and pulled this way and that as she bounced on it. Then she lowered herself and lay on him, and worked her ass in a circular pattern.
Connie felt her lust rising as she watched. When the boy reached for the girl's ass, and pried his fingers between her full asscheeks, Connie's lust boiled still higher. She knew, now, the position needed to get two cocks in her at the same time.
"Where's Donna?" she asked.
Jerry waved vaguely. "Over there, somewhere, balling someone."
"She mad at you or something?" Connie asked.
"She's not too happy with me since the other night in the gym. She's come to the conclusion she doesn't like it up the ass and I remind her of it." "She liked it well enough at the time," Connie pointed out. "Yeah, well, she sure doesn't like the idea now," Jerry replied. "And I remind her of it just by being around. You, too because you suggested it." "How was I to know she wouldn't like it? I like it!" Connie exclaimed.
"Different strokes for different folks," Carl observed. The talk was getting too heavy. "Are we going to sit here all night, or are we going to fuck me some more?" Connie demanded. "You're kind of anxious," Carl observed mildly. "Relax, you're young yet." "Yeah," Connie agreed, "but tomorrow I've got to go back to that dumb Paul."
"'Dumb Paul'?" Would you listen to her now?" Jerry snorted. "Well, he is dumb, and he won't know how to satisfy me the way you guys do," Connie complained.
"You'll have a wonderful time teaching him, in that case," Carl replied. "I won't dare try," Connie protested. "First of all, if I do, he'll wonder where I learned it. And second of all, I don't dare, because he might blab it around home, and that would really mess things up. My parents would kill me if they found out."
Nobody said anything. She glared at them in frustration. Then, literally taking things into her own hands, she reached out and began fondling their pricks. She had the feeling they were teasing her with their pretended lack of interest.
The limp, rubbery-feeling cocks didn't respond to her touch. She squeezed them both with a milking motion. No reaction at all. She was sitting between Carl and Jerry. She looked from one to the other, and then gently stroked the sensitive undersides of their pricks. Carl's cock began to respond, began swelling gradually. Jerry's cock remained resolutely flaccid. She curled her fingers around Carl's cock, stroked its dorsal surface, let it slowly pry her fingers open. It pulsed, slowly and steadily getting bigger and harder. It warmed as it grew. Jerry's prick remained unresponsive. No matter how she squeezed, tickled and stimulated the stubby cylinder, it stayed soft and limp. Even gently scratching it with her fingernails brought no reaction.
"Maybe if you sucked it," Jerry suggested Connie debated trying that. She wasn't unwilling to do it, but didn't want to lose the ground she had already gained with Carl's cock. But, to do what she wanted so desperately to do, she had to have two fully erect cocks.
Letting go of Carl's prick for a moment, she turned and brought her mouth down on Jerry's soft cock. She slurped up the warm, soft mass and began bathing it with her tongue. She reached over and curled her fingers around Carl's hard-on, relieved to find it had not faded. Pumping gently, she began bringing Jerry's cock to life with her tongue. She tasted her own juices and his cum.
Jerry's cock began to grow and expand, began thrusting toward the back of her mouth. She sucked, drawing blood into it. She rubbed the underside with her tongue and felt blood gush into his chambers. Soon, she thought, soon she would do it. She'd move up when Jerry was ready and spike herself on his cock and then Carl would drive his up into her ass. Very soon now! Paul searched his way down the path in the near darkness. He had driven up with the idea of spending the night somewhere with Connie and then driving her home. But, when he'd gotten to the dorm, she wasn't there. A girl in the room next to hers had told him where to find Connie. Now, guided by the flickering light from the distant torches, he felt his way through the dark woods.
He stopped, stunned by the sight in front of him. The grass was almost black, and on it writhed what looked like hundreds of naked people. People were fucking everywhere. Girls with their thighs spread, guys sticking their cocks into eager cunts. Mouths sucked on pricks and cunts, hands probed openings and stroked meaty shafts. Paul felt his own cock rising with single-minded determination.
He was certain Connie couldn't possibly be here. A dramatically built red-headed girl suddenly appeared in front of him. She was naked with full tits, flaring hips, dark red patch of hair on her cunt. Paul gulped. "Hi there! Where have you been?" she asked huskily. "I'm-looking for someone," Paul stuttered, fighting off the urge to run his hands over all that gorgeous bare flesh.
"Look away," the girl invited, "while I do something about your clothes."
She quickly stripped Paul of his clothing.
Connie was sucking Jerry's cock back to a full erection. Releasing Carl's cock, she held Jerry's with one hand and fondled his roly-poly balls with the other. The hot, hard length of his prick slid the length of her tongue and burrowed into the back of her throat. Her throat knotted from the hot pressure. She pulled her head up, but as she did, Jerry's hands tangled in her blonde curls and gained rigid, painful control of her. He forced her face down on his prick, hard. She took it, since he gave her no choice. Somebody touched her legs, startling her. She couldn't turn to see who it was, because Jerry had her immobilized. His prick was down her throat. She squirmed, her tongue working and drawing on his towering cock. Someone was spreading her legs apart so they could move up between them. "Suck it!" Jerry said harshly.
Connie sucked it. It was fully erect now. The tower of meat spread her jaws wide and bruised her throat as he jammed her down on it. She handled his balls as his hands directed her head. Her determination to have what she wanted was fading in the face of the searing enjoyment of sucking cock. She liked it! She liked sucking cock. There'd be other pricks to stuff in her cunt, later. Right now, there was this great towering hard-on to suck creamy jism from.
Her blonde hair stroked his thighs as she pumped and worked her head up and down, up and down. She stroked the area between his asshole and his balls, then tickled the nubbin of his asshole with her fingernail. She tasted his hot seepings way in the back of her throat. Something rubbery and hot nuzzled between her asscheeks, and she liked that, too. It bumped over her asshole. She began quivering. That was the spot. Why didn't they just burrow into her ass, spread her rectal ring, and drive deep into her guts? It slid on down, and plowed into the seething wet furrow of her cunt. Then it rammed slowly into her streaming pussy, glutting her hole with its bulk.
That was the wrong place, but God, did it feel good! Her so recently battered cunt accepted the towering bulk eagerly, responded with a flood of juice.
She had two cocks in her. She was doing it, in a way. She did have two cocks in her. One was in her mouth, and one was in her cunt. It wasn't what she had planned, but it felt good. Now she had to bring them both off, had to bring them both to spurting eruptions, so they would jet thick cum into her sucking, working, swallowing throat and convulsing, milking cunt.
Later she'd get cocks in her ass and cunt at the same time-later. Because, soon these two cocks were going to cum. Jerry wasn't going to let her shift his prick from her mouth to her cunt, and Carl-if it was Carl-wasn't going to shift his prick from her cunt to her ass, so she might as well enjoy this dual penetration while she could.
She loved it. She came as she thought of what it must look like-her slender form between two towering cocks. The one in her cunt pumped in and out, in and out. She bobbed her head on the one in her mouth, up and down, up and down. She willed them to cum, to cum and to fill her with their spurtings, their thick, creamy jism.
The balls in her hand knotted up tight against Jerry's groin and she felt his asshole twitch, his asscheeks clench. The first wad of cum spattered the back of her throat and poured into her knotting stomach. She felt the cock in her cunt slam hard into her. Carl's hips jammed up against her asscheeks, and one more thick load of cum was injected into her willing cunt. She emptied the two fountaining cocks with the skill she had gained in the last months, milked as much cum as she could with her mouth and her hot pussy.
She felt too hot pools form in her body. She shuddered in the throes of an orgasm. She loved it, loved it, loved it!
Paul was pouring thick cum into Donna's eagerly working mouth. She had bared his cock and fallen to her knees in front of him. Her hot mouth had skillfully engulfed his aching cock, and a week of baffled-up passion had burst forth, holding him riveted to the spot. He had gripped the sides of her head and guided her moves.
He came quickly, spurting hot jism down her swallowing throat. The feel of her tongue working when she swallowed kept his climax going a long time. Finally, his balls were empty, and cramped from their exertion. Then she fell back away from him, her chin shining with spit and cum. She licked her lips like a cat finishing a bowl of cream. "There, now we've been introduced properly, what's your name?"
"Paul."
"I'm Donna," she told him, then looked suspicious. "Paul, huh?"
Paul nodded.
"Who are you looking for?
"She wouldn't be here."
"Maybe not, but I might know her anyway," she replied evasively. "Connie," Paul replied. "Her name's Connie. Blonde girl, young, in the advanced placement program."
Donna got a calculating look. She shook her head slowly. "No, I don't know her," she lied. "But I'm sure I can find someone who does." "I don't think I should get involved in this," Paul stammered. "You're already involved," Donna pointed out. "Besides, you've still got a hard-on, and they're scarce around here. Don't worry. If Connie isn't here, she'll never know, will she?"
"1 guess not," Paul agreed.
All the writhing heaps of naked bodies were building his lust. All the heaving naked asses made his cock ache. He kept battling the urge to plunge his cock between a pair of quivering asscheeks. He still remembered the exquisite feel of having his cock sunk in a velvety asshole. It was the only thing he did not see going on here. Donna wrapped her hand around his damp, sticky prick and guided him through the crowd. He wondered where she was taking him.
Connie was still horny. She still wanted to feel two cocks pistoning in her lower holes. The cum still thick in her throat and streaming down her thighs, she wrenched herself away from Carl and Jerry. She lurched away. She saw one of her earlier partners, a total stranger. His cock was stiff and eager. He was sitting back, leaning on his elbows, in the perfect position for her to spike herself on his cock. All she would need then was someone to jam his prick up her ass. Half-crazy with lust, she pushed the stranger down on his back, grasped his prick, aimed it up into her strawberry snatch and gored herself on it. It drove up into her pussy, and her semi numb cunt took it with a twinge of pleasure.
Lying down on him, she reached back with both hands and spread her asscheeks in blatant invitation, and hoped someone, anyone, would come and fuck her wanting ass.
There was a flurry, a sputter of voices, including one that she thought she recognized. And then it was happening, a stiff cock was slowly being wedged up into her aching asshole, and she was being stuffed with cock in a way she had previously only dreamed of. She fought to admit the bludgeon, felt her anal ring being brutally stretched by the huge bulk entering her. She loved it!
Paul had been led through the crowd until he and Donna had found two guys who had recently cum. During the brief, whispered consultation between Donna and the boys, he had noticed a girl nearby plunge down on a towering cock. The girl, a blonde, then reached back and spread the cheeks of one of the prettiest asses he had ever seen. There, winking at him, was the brown pucker of her sweet asshole.
"Go ahead, man," one of the guys suggested with a sly grin. "She obviously wants it up the ass. Why not give it to her?"
"Yeah, go to it," the other boy urged.
But Paul looked dubiously at Donna.
"Go ahead, I don't mind," she assured him.
He had the feeling there was something strange in their expressions, but he was too achingly horny to stop and figure out what. He knelt, bent, and aimed his cock at the bull's-eye of the girl's hole, and pushed slowly against her. His cock wedged its way into her tight hole, and then slowly slid deep into her guts. He knew, from her reaction that she had done it before.
It was better than he remembered it. It was tighter, because of the cock in her cunt. The prick in her pussy drew out, powered in, frictioned his prick, squeezed him through the membrane that separated her asshole and her cunt. He pulled out, drove in, and thought he was going to cum right then from the searing pleasure. He pistoned in her ass, and the man below pistoned in her cunt. The two of them stimulated each other through her living flesh. It was madness, pure madness. It couldn't last long. He was going to cum, and it was going to be an intense orgasm because his channel was pinched by the pressure of the girl's tight ass.
"Going to cum," the girl whispered, and he was jolted by the familiarity of that voice. It couldn't be!
He was cumming. He was about to spurt his load of jism deep into her shit chute.
"I'm cumming!" the girl shrieked, and Paul knew who it was, but it was too late. He was already cumming. He felt the cock in her cunt pulsing and he poured his load into her ass. He hung onto her desperately, knowing now who it was he was fucking in the ass.
"Ahhhrrr!" he growled, torn apart by his shock, his orgasm, and his horror. Through the glittering madness of her own orgasm, Connie heard his animal cry and knew who it was. It was like a knife had been thrust through her body. But she was cumming, and she was being cum in, and nothing could be done now. She was being burned in the flames of her own wild orgasm. And it was every bit as good as she had imagined it would be. Whatever happened afterward wouldn't matter at all.