Chapter 3
The warm, comfortable feeling, which enveloped my body after Mark had pulled his big cock from my cunt and left, stayed with me longer this time, leading me to wonder if perhaps I wasn't becoming somewhat addicted to that fierce, all-pervading pleasure he could give me so well. Again I luxuriated in the feeling of his come seeping from the mouth of my cunt and I cupped my hand over the soft, furry mound so that it ran over my fingers. I took a very real and extremely sensual delight in bathing my fingers in that flood of hot, sticky love cream and I found myself rubbing it over all of my midsection. I even lifted my hand to daub a generous coating of the cream over my nipples; it gave me a curious pleasure to see them bright and glistening with the concentrated essence of his balls. The sight affected me so deeply that I even lifted one of the big globes to my lips; by straining my neck to the utmost I could suck my own nipple-in my most agitated moments, when masturbating, I have sometimes done that to myself and have always found it sexier than words could possibly describe-and taste of his salty cum. The taste affected me quite as much as the feel of my lips and tongue against my nipple and I discovered that I'd teased myself into a state of sexual arousal so extreme that I couldn't help what I did next. I fell back onto the blanket, clutching my pussy and shuddering with powerful waves of ecstasy as my fingers worked their way deeper into my cunt.
Wordless cries of ecstasy forced their way out of my throat as I felt my womb being tortured into a state of total arousal by my desire. I thrust both index fingers into the mouth of my cunt and pried at the opening; the feeling of being stretched to the utmost made me quiver uncontrollably and I fucked into my hands with quick, jerky strokes. My thumbs came together over my bulging clitoris and massaged that throbbing cone of sexual feeling. More of Mark's hot cum ran out of my cunt once I'd opened it with my fingers; I could feel the thick cream running over my fingers and seeping down into the crack of my ass. An incredibly sensual feeling came over me and I wanted sexual pleasure in the most degrading, perverted forms possible. If Mark had come upon me at that moment I am certain that I'd have attacked him and forced him to do things to me so bizarre and unusual that I hadn't even dared think of them before.
Being so highly aroused, it is no wonder that I began coming very soon after pushing my fingers into my cunt. The waves of joy poured out of my womb, running through my cunt and concentrating in my clit, which acted as a funnel and also as a sort of sexual intensifier, making the orgasmic surges immensely more powerful. From the clitoris they rapidly spread over my body and soon I felt as though I were coming from the top of my scalp to the eiids of my toes. Again and again the jolting waves of pleasure coursed through my body until they peaked with shattering force. I gave a weak, whimpering cry and fell back on the blanket Mark had left there, utterly spent and trembling with nervous exhaustion.
It took a supreme effort of my will to get me up and moving. I managed to dress, though it was a halfhearted job, and began wearily plodding back to the main camp. I could barely force my legs to thrust ahead and by the time I arrived I was so weak I had to stop at the edge of the campground and rest. Had any sexually experienced camper seen me at that moment, I am positive I'd have been easily recognized as a thoroughly fucked woman. I felt as though I were at least a hundred years old, though the contented aura of sexual satisfaction still remained very real and present with me.
A small crisis had developed a moment after I'd sat down to rest and, after trying to ignore the outburst for a few minutes, I dragged myself over to see what could be done. That task accomplished, I found another that needed doing and so it went, one thing after another, for the rest of the day. I barely had time to consider my tired, aching body, much less to wash off, and thus when I went to bed that night I discovered a ripe, pungent odor of passionate sexuality wafting up from my pussy when I finally pulled my panties off. They were soaked with that heady mixture of pussy drip and male cum, naturally, and the combined fluids had ripened to a fine degree of headiness. My brain reeled when I sniffed of them-they were absolutely sexual.
I'd originally intended braving the shower room and the certainty of a cold shower but, made reckless by the scent of my earlier misdeed, I put the thought out of my mind. Instead of showering and freshening myself, I slipped naked between the sheets of my cot, clutching my panties to my face and deliberately exciting myself by inhaling deeply of the leftover sex. All my cares of the day slipped away as the odor of hot, mindless fucking inflamed my brain with desire. I clutched the panties to my nose with one hand, slipped the other between my thighs and lay face down on the cot. This posture allowed me to clench my hips and fuck into my hand, something that I found attractive in the extreme, and also allowed me to rub my overheated, supremely sensitive nipples into the sheet as well. Thus I worked myself into my third climax of the day, or, perhaps I should say, into the third group of climaxes; the truth is, I was so excited that I experienced several of those marvelously stirring flashes of sexual exhilaration in succession. They mounted in intensity, swelling to a crescendo of frantic lust, and when the last flicker of joy died out within my cunt I again felt that exquisite sense of completeness which I'd earlier felt with Mark.
The following morning I awoke in a different frame of mind. My first conscious thought upon awakening was of my own shameful behavior the day before. One thing which forced this realization home upon me was the deplorable condition of my cunt. Mark's love cream had dried on my slit during the night and it made the lips of my pussy itch in a most fearful way. Reaching down to relieve that bothersome itch, I discovered that the lips were sealed together; his jism had dried like glue and had, in a sense, welded the lips of my pussy firmly together. I had a difficult time for a moment when I pried them apart but I managed to get the job accomplished. Miraculously enough, I did it without exciting myself-this was probably because I was giving myself a firm lecture about my waywardness and making devout resolutions that I was going to spare no effort toward gaining a more complete control over my body's responses.
The scent which arose from between my thighs was even more overpowering in its sexuality that morning. I started for the shower room, determined to rid my body of that telltale scent, and then stopped even before leaving the tent. If the odor was so offensive to me, I reasoned-and, at that moment, I am perfectly sure, I really thought it was offensive-then surely it would repel Mark too when I visited the boys' camp again. I couldn't conceive of anyone wanting to have anything to do with a woman who reeked so strongly of stale sex and thus I deliberately avoided applying any water to the area between my legs.
I discovered just how wrong I was when I appeared at their camp on the second day. At first I'd intended not making the visit, more to show young Mark that I wasn't about to obey his whimsical commands, but then it occurred to me that I could make my point even more effectively by appearing at their camp and ignoring him altogether. How little I knew myself, even then! And how little I knew him too!
I left the main camp full of good resolutions and firmly convinced of my ability to withstand whatever temptation he might dangle in front of me. I can laugh at myself now when I look back to that morning and remember the bold, jaunty way I set out, so sure of myself and of my ability to control my emotions. My confidence held firm all' the way to the other camp, though now I wonder if perhaps I wasn't merely doing an extra good job of fooling myself. Certainly my behavior at the camp, once I'd reached it, varied tremendously from what I'd expected of myself.
The boys were hard at work when I arrived and I could see that they had made considerable progress since I'd last examined the campsite. A larger area had been cleared, several trees had been felled and trimmed, the logs being stacked neatly to one side of the clearing, and the woods were ringing with the sounds of their busy axes. Mark gave me a brief, inscrutable look when I walked into the clearing and then went on with his work. Terry and Chuck laid aside their axes and took me around the area, pointing out the parts they intended working on next, and I saw that they had really been devoting a considerable amount of thought to the project. Perhaps I was estimating them wrongly, I told myself; they certainly gave every indication of being much more serious about the project than I'd believed.
"That looks very good," I told them, "and I like your plans, too. The way you're going, this site will be ready a lot quicker than anyone expected."
"That's because we're working at a sensible rate," Terry told me, giving me a curious little smile which, had I only known it, meant disaster for me and my fondly held hopes of controlling my emotions. "We work hard for a while but then we take a break and rest up for the next round of work. In fact, we're just about ready now to take a break. Why don't you stay around awhile? Dianne's coming over to help us enjoy it; you could help too!"
I recoiled, taken aback at the knowing, insolent way he looked at me. His dark, sparkling eyes seemed to strip the clothes from my body. I could tell from the expression on his handsome young face that he knew I had spied on them earlier, that I'd witnessed the shameful way Dianne had behaved herself with them; I struggled to find a way of putting him down satisfactorily but before I could do so Chuck walked up beside me and seized my arms in a firm grip. His fingers went around my wrists, not hard enough to hurt but firmly enough that I knew he meant business. Mark also came toward me and my heart sank when I saw the grim, determined look on his face. It was abundantly clear that they weren't going to allow me to walk away from their camp unfucked.
"Looks like we're going to have to teach you that same old lesson all over again," Mark fold me as he came to a halt in front of me and began unfastening the front of his cutoff jeans. "You just won't face up to how horny you really are, will you? You just can't see that your cunt's dying for more fucking!"
His words struck cold terror in my mind, but they also raised a flurry of a warmer, much more physical reaction within my heart. A surge of anticipation spread from my heart out to my nipples, infusing them with warm life, and then darting down to my cunt, where it attacked my clit and the lips of my pussy with a directness I could hardly believe. The sight of his cock, when he stepped out of his jeans, helped the latter reaction immensely; I couldn't help gasping softly when I again saw that utterly sensual rod in all its naked beauty. It was already half-hard and it dangled menacingly from his loins. The head swelled out the covering foreskin tautly and made it more exciting; the tool resembled a big, thick arrow.
Chuck and Terry began fumbling with the button of my shorts and soon had them sliding down my thighs. I clenched my knees together too late to keep the shorts over my panties; the paralyzing effect of seeing Mark's heavy prick had kept me from reacting quickly to prevent myself from being half-stripped. I was even gladder than ever that I still kept to the old-fashioned ways and wore panties. Some of the older girls at camp, those in their mid-teens, flaunted the fact that they never wore underwear and at times I'd felt very old when I heard them talking. Amy Krueger, for example, told me flatly one day that she loved the feeling of her shorts digging into the lips of her pussy and that she chose extremely tight-fitting shorts, hoping that the crotch of the garment would slip between the folds of the slit and outline it more enticingly for the boys she knew.
Mark laughed at my attempts to keep my knees together and my clothes in place. He came toward me and began caressing my flanks and hips. I shuddered as his finger tips ran over my flesh; he had a light, gentle touch that inflamed my senses far more than a stronger caress would ever have done. He was deliberately exciting me, I knew, but I could do nothing to prevent him from touching me wherever he chose. His fingers slipped down to my naked thighs and I had to concentrate fiercely to keep from involuntarily opening them for his questing touch. He avoided my panties and the flesh under them, not that his touch wasn't sufficiently inflammatory without nearing my pussy. I could feel the hot blood lust rising within my body, weakening my resolution with every beat of my thumping heart, and I knew that it wouldn't be very long before I collapsed entirely and succumbed to his will.
"You don't want to run away, do you?" he murmured, continuing to play his maddening fingers over my flesh and making me want to cry out in frustration. "You probably want to take your clothes off yourself, don't you? Sure, you'd like to strip for us, to show off that body of yours! Hell, we don't get a chance to see boobs like yours every day and we sure don't get a chance to get our cocks sucked the way you can do it! Wow, and that pussy of yours! Just thinking about sliding my dick in that hole makes me hard all over!"
"You can't be serious!" I groaned, trying to twist out of the boys' grip but failing. "I'm much too old for you; I'm nearly old enough to be your mother! And you don't want to do those things to me anyway; I ... I haven't washed myself since ... since you attacked me the other day!"
"Huh? You mean that pussy of yours has been getting ripe with all that cum I shot off in you?" he asked, drawing back and looking at me in a way that informed me that I'd made a drastic mistake in telling him about the unwashed, overripe condition of my slit. "Wow, we've got a really hot one here, guys; I shot a damned good load up her hot cunt the other day and now she's getting hot again! Mmmmmm, you just know she's going to be the best eating ever!"
I could hardly believe my ears but there was no mistaking the deadly serious tone of his voice; he meant every word of it. Chuck and Terry, too, found my statement highly invigorating and began tugging at my shirt, trying to get it over my head. Mark stopped them, assuring them that I'd soon undress for them and thus save them the effort. I blurted out a refusal to do anything of the sort, though even then I was beginning to suspect that the lad might well be right. He told them to hold my hands back and proceeded to excite me in a way that turned my supposedly firm resolution into hot, quivering jelly, just as my pussy turned into a similarly hot, throbbing mass of excited, man-hungry flesh.
He stood directly in front of me and touched the tip of his cock to my thighs. As he ran the swelling head of that lovely fucking tool over the inner surfaces of my legs I felt my clit give a decided leap, threatening to jump off its moorings, and then the electric shocks of sexual joy began pulsing over my body harder than I'd ever felt them before. He moved closer to me and lifted the big shaft, which was growing harder by the minute; I watched it inch up to my pussy and could scarcely keep from crying out with eager joy. He teased me mercilessly, bringing the head of his cock so close to my bulging love mound and yet not touching it; I knew that I'd be able to feel its sensual power even through my panties and longed for that exhilarating touch. When the rod had grown out to its full length he inserted the tip between my thighs, aiming it up high so that it nudged against my feverish slit, and I gave a soft, whimpering moan of agonized sexual distress. He laughed at that; it seemed to give him a special kind of pleasure to torture me to the limits of my endurance.
"Yeah, you're digging that," he murmured softly. "You really love to feel a cock up snug against your hole, don't you? It makes you think about how it's gonna feel when I really start shoving the meat into you, right?"
"Ooooohh, stop, please!" I whispered weakly, knowing that there was not an ounce of conviction in my voice. "You don't know what you're doing to me!"
That was exactly the problem: he knew only too well what he was doing and he took a great deal of wicked pleasure in doing it. I can now see that he was one of those men who especially delight in teasing a woman into a state of absolute sexual hunger, so that she will be only too willing to do whatever depraved act his ingenious mind might suggest, but at the time I hadn't so much as suspected that people like that even existed. He continued to rub his big prick against my pussy to arouse me even further. I felt his animal warmth seeping through my panties, infecting my body with his desire, and I knew that I wouldn't possibly survive the day without another application of his cock. No matter how he wanted me I'd have him, I knew that; the most depraved, perverted act imaginable would have been bliss to me at that moment.
"There. She's in the right mood now," Mark said. "Let go of her-she'll be glad to-take her clothes off and give us a good show, won't you? And you'll even undress these guys, right? If they need to get their pricks stiffened up, you'll suck some life in them, huh?"
It was only at that moment that I became fully aware of Chuck and Terry as sexual objects. For some strange reason I hadn't before considered fucking them; my attention had been focused solely upon Mark. Now, upon hearing his words, I realized that I was liable to be fucked by all of them! I was to be made the victim of a gang-bang, a term I'd heard used before only in a joking manner, but now there was to be no joke about it. At that moment I knew that all three of those boys were going to fuck me and, strangely, I found the prospect a thrilling one, though earlier I'd have been horrified at the very thought of such a deed.
That only shows the extent to which Mark's strange power had affected me: he was able to make me want the most unimaginable things and to glory in them. When he stepped back, removing his cock from between my thighs, I wasted no time in removing the clothes from my body. Turning then to Chuck, I opened up the front of his jeans and slipped them down his thighs and then did the same for Terry. All of us were now as naked as we'd ever been.
Terry's prick, that immense pussy-stretcher, was already as hard as a bar of iron and needed no attention from me. Chuck's cock, however, looked to be in need of attention and I proceeded to give it to him. Kneeling before him, I took his cock in my hand, grasping the shaft between the thumb and forefinger of my right hand; I cupped his heavy, dangling balls with my left. I forced the foreskin off the head of his prick and exposed the big, lavender-hued tip; once the skin was peeled back I could see a gray-white ring of stale come resting in the deep groove separating the head from the shaft. The cock had a rank, heady aroma that became stronger when the hot blood rushed into the shaft, infusing it with warmth and stiffening it; my brain reeled with frantic desire. Ordinarily I would've found such a cock disgusting in the extreme. Now, knowing that I was looking at the residue of his past fucks with Dianne, or whatever other little bitch he could find to spread her legs for him, I found it lustful in the extreme.
"Yeah, he didn't wash it off last night after Dianne and Marcia left," Mark told me, noticing the way I was examining the tool. "That's their cum on there, along with some of his cream too. Go on and eat it-you'll like the taste, I bet!"
I found my head inclining forward of its own volition. My lips went around the big head of his cock and my tongue closed upon the instrument. I found that the taste of yesterday's fucking had an immensely powerful effect upon me: it made me supremely aware of my pussy and of its throbbing, insistent desire to be spread wide open by exactly the sort of tool I held within my mouth at that very moment; it made me realize that I desperately wanted my own cunt to be covered with the hot spray from a man's gushing prick.
"Mmmmmm!" I moaned, working my face about his cock and digging my tongue hard into every part of its surface.
I ran my tongue around the deep groove behind the head of his prick, collecting the greasy leftover come resting there; the stuff had an utterly sensual effect upon me and made me want to be fucked more than ever. I lavished kisses upon his big cock-it had grown out to its full size now and throbbed heatedly within my mouth with a hard, insistent beat-and sucked it as hard as I could. Feeling it grow and stiffen only made me want it all the more eagerly; I'd almost completely forgotten about Mark in my eagerness to serve the youth.
"MMMM, GIVE IT TO ME!" I cried, tearing my mouth off his flesh and looking up at him in a beseeching fashion. "I WANT TO BE FUCKED; I WANT IT IN MY CUNT!"
"That's the way to ask for it," Chuck told me, "but I've got other plans for you right now. I want to pop my nuts off in your mouth! But if you suck me off real good and swallow all that hot cum, we'll let you fuck one of the other guys, how's that? Isn't that generous?"
I shuddered with excitement when he described his plans for me. I knew that sucking him to a climax would make my pussy even more painfully aroused and that I'd respond even more heatedly to whoever it was that finally speared the mouth of my cunt. While I'd have rather had the fuck then and there, I could tell that I was going to have to follow their orders or be left with nothing at all. My desire had already reached such an overwhelming peak of frantic intensity that I could do nothing except accede to their plans. Thus I put my mouth back over Chuck's cock and began sucking him again.
My style didn't please him now, however. He instructed me to wet his cock with my saliva and to grasp him firmly with my fist; he wanted to fuck his prick into both my hand and my mouth at the same time. I was only too willing to follow his suggestion, especially since it promised a quick release for his own passions and thus shortening the time when I would feel a big cock spreading the mouth of my cunt wide and plowing deep into my body. I began sucking and jacking him off in the way he had specified and shortly felt his body begin quivering with expectancy. My left hand still cupped his big balls; the sac felt almost solid with lusty arousal and I knew that his balls would contain an immense load of that hot, salty cream that I wanted so much.
Chuck did not allow me to finish what I'd begun. At the moment when I felt his body lurch into the final lap of his race toward sexual joy, he pulled away from me and directed me to hold my face still with my mouth open. He began jacking himself off, running his own fist up and down the length of his prick with lightning-fast strokes, and kept the flaring head of the tool aimed directly into my mouth. I shuddered with anxiety, knowing only too well what was coming next, and prayed that he would be able to bring himself to a speedy climax. I held my mouth ready and when he gave out with a low, quavering groan of delicious pleasure and thrust forward, almost touching the head of his cock to my lips, I knew that he was about to cum.
The first spurting jet of his juice, hot with passion, spattered against my cheek, and the succeeding shots covered the rest of my face with his incredible pouring. After shooting off several hot rounds, he brought the tool between my lips again and shot the rest of it directly into my throat. At first the sight of his gushing cock had paralyzed me but when I felt it sliding into my mouth and covering my throat with that warm, thick cream I couldn't contain myself any longer. I have a shrill, whimpering cry of my own and began sucking him again. He released the hold he had fastened upon his prick to grasp my head and pulled me down onto the active rod; he began fucking into my mouth with short, choppy little thrusts, grunting ferociously each time his cock slid back and forth over my mouth. His cum flooded my mouth with big, strong bursts of masculine sexual fervor. For a moment I had difficulty in swallowing fast enough to keep that precious cream from dripping out of my mouth but I was determined that I'd have it all, every invigorating drop of cream. I succeeded in my goal and managed to take all of it, except, of course, for what he had shot onto my face; even that I managed to taste, since he pulled his prick from my mouth and swiped it over the strands of sperm running down my cheeks and then made me lick it off him. When he finally stepped away from me, grinning with pleasure, I felt exquisitely aroused and knew that my pussy would flame up into an inferno of lusty delight as soon as someone tried shoving a prick into me.
I didn't have to wait for that incredible pleasure. Terry was there, a broad grin on his face, and he motioned for me to lie back on the grassy clearing. I did so, bringing my knees up high and spreading them wide, but then discovered that the little imp had plans of his own. Instead of giving me his cock at once, as I'd hoped, he bent over me and began licking my pussy! I could hardly believe it when he put his face between my thighs and touched the tip of his tongue to my swollen, dripping pussy. The scent of dried, warmed over sex only fired his lusts all the more and when I felt his tongue playing over my cut and gliding between those inflamed lips I couldn't contain myself any longer. I lurched up against him, jamming my slit into his face, and felt my insides being mauled by an orgasmic explosion of fearsome magnitude.
"ANNNGGHH! OWWWWW!" I howled, shuddering from head to foot. "I'M COMING! OOOOOHH, YOU'RE SUCKING MY CUNT; YOU'RE LICKING THE CUM OUT OF MY CUNT!"
He ate me with a solid relish that made my climax harder than I'd ever have believed possible. Feeling his tongue darting in and out of the mouth of my cunt, scraping over my clitoris and then returning again to the honey-rimmed hole leading up into my body, I could do nothing but cry out with hearty wails of sexual delight and thrust against him as hard as I could. I even felt his tongue glide over my ass-hole a few times; he was totally shameless and delighted in doing whatever brought a sexual response from me. like me, he found a sexual organ was even more lust-provoking when it carried the taste of yesterday's sex and he ate my pussy with a gusto which made my climax stronger than ever.
Once he had sucked me through that first cum I felt my hunger for prick returning stronger than ever. I don't know if I'm peculiar in this respect, but being tongue-fucked has a strange effect upon me: I can cream with great force when a man is licking my pussy but no matter how violently the orgasmic waves flow through my body, I'm always left wanting to be fucked more than ever. The application of a tongue to my slit seems to leave it in a cramped, congested state which can be eased only by the application of a long, stiff rod and thus I felt hornier when he rose from between my thighs and turned to face me. I could see the wetness on his lips and, knowing that his mouth would taste of my own hot cunt, I felt a ferociously strong desire to kiss him as he guided his prick up into the innermost parts of my body. His tool swelled out to an enormous length and I knew that it would provide me with just the sensations I most wanted.
Just as he was settling between my thighs and bringing the head of his cock up into place, aiming it between the lips of my pussy, we were interrupted by a squeal of excited interest. I twisted about on the grass and looked toward the direction of the sound; my heart leaped into my mouth when I saw Dianne approaching. She bounded across the clearing toward us and came to a halt just beside me, looking down with the utmost interest.
"This is Ann Gooden," Mark told her. "She's supposed to be in charge here."
"Yeah, and it looks like she's going to charge up Terry's batteries for him!" the girl said. "Wow, she's really turned on! You'd better give it to her good, Terry; I'll bet she can take everything you've got to offer and then some!"
"She's the one I was telling you about before," Chuck added. "The one some of us thought was so hung up? Man, you oughtta seen her going down on my prick a while ago! She was eating dick like it was going out of style! And talk about lapping the cum, you'd have thought I was shooting out honey!"
"Hey, surprises come in all kinds of packages!" Dianne exclaimed. "But I never thought she'd be that hot for it!"
Even though her sudden appearance had surprised me greatly, it had done nothing to stifle the wild, raging hunger that played through my loins. I'd reached down to grasp Terry's cock and was rubbing it against the lips of my pussy as they talked; the feel of the sensuous rod against my flesh made me want to feel it in a much more emphatic way. Dianne suddenly stooped down to look between our torsos-Terry was leaning up to look at her and she could see my hand working up and down his cock-and she exclaimed with pleasure when she saw what I was doing.
"Wow, that's great!" she said, looking at me with a new respect. "Hey, how about you 'n' me having a fucking contest? I'll get hold of Mark here and we'll see which one of us comes first, how's that? Let's find out if you're really any hotter than I am!"
I couldn't bring myself to reply to her bawdy suggestion, though it made me wince with pleasure. Mark told her that she would have to be quick on the trigger if she were to climax before me but she appeared not to take him seriously. She stripped off her T-shirt and shorts in near-record time, revealing a perfectly shaped body with breasts somewhat larger than I remembered from the one time I'd seen her with Chuck and Terry. She flopped down onto the grass beside me and motioned for Mark to get himself into place, which he did; he had no compunctions about fucking her with me watching from a yard away.
Though I'd never have said so, being too prudish, I'd have stressed Mark's warning to her. I knew that I was as highly aroused as I'd ever been in my entire life and I had no doubt that I could begin coming as soon as I felt Terry's swollen, overheated prick spreading the lips of my pussy and digging into the mouth of my cunt. The taste of Chuck's love cream and the feel of his cock as he had shot his load into my throat, the way Terry had licked my pussy into a frenzy of orgiastic delight, even the way Mark had excited me by rubbing his prick over my thighs and pussy all had worked together to bring me to a peak of sexual feeling. I wanted Terry's cock in a way that I'd never wanted any man before. Always before, when fucking I'd wanted to feel a particular individual, a real person, entering my body and filling me with his lust. Now, in .contrast, I simply wanted a prick-it could have been attached to anyone, it made no difference to me. My body had become so fully aroused that I was hardly conscious of Terry as an individual; I only knew that he had the tool I wanted with such overpowering hunger and that it would fuck me into a wonderland of excited release, thereby easing the savage pangs that played through my cunt and the rest of my body. I was so thoroughly aroused that I barely realized that I was entering a new phase of sexuality, in fucking Terry while Dianne was there beside me, and probably this extreme state of sexual tension is what allowed me to carry through with the contest she had staged.