Chapter 8

That encounter with the boys, when I went in search of Amy and found her locked into a pattern of perverted fucking, set the tone for the remainder of my contact with them. They more and more obviously concentrated all their attention upon Dianne and Amy, whose sweet young flesh and boundless, uninhibited appetites for fucking and sucking attracted their basest desires, and came to regard me as a mere convenience. They made no suggestions concerning my return to their campsite, nor did they tell me not to appear there; their attitude seemed to be one of great indifference. Whenever I visited them to check on their progress with their work-and I still made a conscientious effort to implement the project that they had begun, even though I often used it merely as an excuse to visit them and hope that I'd get fucked-they would usually turn to me at some time and order me to serve them in some abandoned, depraved fashion.

More and more I came to want this treatment, even though I knew that I meant nothing to them. I found a curious pleasure in being used, in turning my cunt or mouth or ass-hole over to them for their pleasure, and as they took full possession of whatever opening they chose to use in my body I felt a deep thrill of erotic joy begin pulsing throughout my body. At times, when Dianne's latent lesbian tendencies were especially strong, she would order me to prostrate myself before her so that she could amuse herself with my pussy. She especially liked to combine both aspects of her sexual makeup and run her tongue through the lips of my pussy after one of the boys had saturated my cunt with his hot cream; she vowed time and time again that love juice was always better when sipped from a woman's slit and proved it often enough with me. She always wanted me to play the passive role and I came to see that she derived her peculiar pleasure from copying the man's part in sucking; she had no interest whatever in rubbing her own pussy against my face, a trait for which I was thankful since that practice had little appeal for me. I loved the taste of cunt on a hard, juice-dripping prick but tasting the honeyed musk at its source had no attraction for me.

July 4th came on a weekend that summer and almost every parent of a girl at the camp took advantage of the long weekend to visit. Pastor Bockhaus, Terry's father, and most of the church's board members were also present for the gala weekend; we had planned a small program for the morning of the holiday and a giant picnic for the remainder of the day. Thus there were about five hundred people at the camp for that weekend, counting campers, parents and church officials. Mark and the boys were on their best behavior when I took Pastor Bockhaus and the board members over to the campsite to show them how the new site was taking shape. They were all suitably impressed and complimented us on our diligent adherence to duty. Dianne was nowhere to be seen. The boys had warned her to stay away for the weekend. Of course she and Amy had prepared for the period by spending an entire day at the camp, during which they had fucked and sucked the boys until their cocks hung down limply and absolutely refused to rise again. I'd been there for part of that frantic sexual feast and had seen the way they all sought to deplete themselves of every vestige of sexual desire before the three-day period of abstinence set in. It was almost as if they were trying to store up orgasmic pleasure upon which they could draw when they needed it and I was reminded of the habits of bears and other animals who gorge during the summer in order to survive the long period of hibernation.

A large part of the group that had gathered at my camp for the holiday festivities took advantage of the cool lake during the afternoon. The lake was a gently sloping shelf leading out to its center and thus one could wade out for a considerable distance, perhaps a third of a mile, before getting into water more than five feet deep. I had paddled out to the float in the center of the lake, rested and started back in when I heard a familiar whistle from my left. Looking over that way, I saw Terry standing in water that came up to his chest; he motioned with his head for me to join him. I did so and found that he had decided he couldn't wait until the parents and church officials had left before satisfying his lustful urges. When I came to a halt beside him, the impudent youth took my hand and pulled it under water, guiding it down to his loins; I felt him and found that he had pulled off his trunks and was now completely naked. His prick soared out in that wonderfully exciting way, big and hard with lust, and at once I knew what he wanted with me.

"You're insane!" I gasped, trying to pull my hand away but failing, due to the strength of his grip. "You can't be serious! We can't fuck here, not with all those people watching!"

I became tremendously aware of the crowd of parents and campers gathered on the shore of the lake; they were two or three hundred yards away but to me at that moment they seemed to be only inches from me, "Sure, that'll make it a lot better," Terry said, grinning lewdly. "Come on, look around you here: there's nobody even close to us except Mark and Chuck, and they've got Amy and Dianne with them. And you just know that pair of hot-assed cunts aren't going to stand there and admire the scenery! Think what a blast it'll be, you getting ' your cunt reamed out right here in front of all those people and they won't even have the slightest idea what's happening!"

Suddenly the audacity of his proposal struck me and I felt a shudder of sexual desire fluttering through my cunt. Looking around, I saw that he was right: Dianne, who had come over to visit for the day-at least that was the ostensible purpose of her presence there-was with Chuck and Amy was with Mark. They looked to be standing close to each other. Both couples were standing still, or so it appeared, but suddenly I knew with a compelling certainty that they were both being fucked before my very eyes. That knowledge made my cunt flare up into a hot, throbbing inferno of lusty arousal. I turned to Terry, sick with disgust at my body's weakness but also firm in my resolution to join them in their vulgar form of amusement.

Terry had me remove the bottom half of my bathing suit and hold onto it. He had his own trunks gripped tightly in his left hand-we would've been lost for sure if we had let those garments drift away-and he pulled me toward him. I backed into place, since an entrance from the rear seemed to be the most practicable under the circumstances, and brushed the cheeks of my ass up against his incredibly hard cock. The heated presence of that fierce tool against my cool flesh made me shiver with anticipation. I leaned forward slightly and he bellied up to my rump, lowering himself in order to get the head of his cock pointed up at the correct angle for penetrating the mouth of my cunt.

I would've thought that the water would've greatly facilitated that big tool's entrance into my body. Instead, I discovered that the water tended to wash away the cunty lubricant my excitement produced and thus his prick only managed to dive into place after scraping harshly against the tender, outraged flesh comprising the slit's entrance. He persisted, however, and, after nearly killing me, he succeeded in getting the swollen head of his prick lodged in my body. We allowed it to stay there for a moment and soon it collected enough of that hot musk to grease its way deeper.

A water fuck, I quickly learned, is a far different matter from the same act performed outside of the water. Our buoyancy meant that every strong thrust lifted us off the lake's bottom and set us adrift in the water, thereby making it impossible for us to thrust and grind against each other at full power as we would do if we were on a solid surface. It was the first time I'd ever been fucked :n the water and I had a great deal of difficulty in learning how to cope with my near-weightlessness. Terry had had a couple of girls in water before-he told me that one afternoon he, Mark and Chuck had all fucked Dianne in quick succession while standing in another part of the lake and he gave me some helpful pointers in how to cope with the new environment.

"Just relax and lean up against me," he said after I'd failed several times to get a good, consistent fucking motion under way. "Let the waves work us back and forth; they'll make my dick slip in and out enough to let a lot of real nice things happen. And you can reach down and give yourself a little finger work too-that'll help bring you off quicker if you really want to let out a big cum."

Of course, that is exactly what I wanted. There have been times when I was satisfied to feel a prick bulging the walls of my cunt out into a perfect replica of the tool, when I could take a sufficient satisfaction in feeling my partner fuck back and forth and work his balls into a state of ecstatic eruption. This wasn't one of those times: I wanted to work my pussy against him, forcing his thick cock to slide back and forth in my cunt and fuck me into a state of near-prostration. I wanted to feel my cunt rocking under the blows of my climax.

I found it difficult at first to make myself obey the laws of the watery environment in which we stood. The habits I'd long ago acquired and which I'd reinforced during the times I'd had Mark, Terry or Chuck ramming their big cocks into me were hard to overcome. Eventually I managed to coordinate my efforts with the gentle flow of the lake's currents and then I could indeed see the unique marvels of fucking while neck-deep in water. I reached back with my legs, gripping Terry's thighs firmly, and allowed myself to float against him. Without moving hardly at all, the water's recurrent pressure caused him to sway back and forth; every one of those gentle movements caused his prick to move very slightly within my cunt. When I added my fingers to the total stimulation I was receiving and began stroking my lust-inflamed clit, I could see that it wr CV I't take me very long to cum.

"Yeah, that's the way, just let the water do your fucking for you," Terry murmured softly. "Don't worry about anyone coming up; I'll keep an eye out and if somebody else comes close I'll let you know in plenty of time. I want to get my balls to pumping, sure, but I damned sure don't want to get caught out here. Dad'd raise holy hell if he knew that I was out here packing your cunt for you!"

"Omigod, it's so good!" I gasped, tightening the grip of my legs and working harder against him; once I'd gotten the hang of fucking this way I found that very slight movements of my hips could produce excruciatingly delightful sensations within my cunt. "MMM, IT FEELS LIKE YOUR COCK'S RIGHT UP AGAINST MY HEART! OOOOOOHH, TERRY, I'M SO FULL OF COCK, SO FULL OF YOUR HOT PRICK! UGGHH! FUCK ME, FUCK ME ALL THE WAY; MAKE ME CUM ALL OVER!"

"I'll fuck you," he promised, pulling my hips back harder against him and grinding his loins against mine until I thought I'd shriek with joy. "I'll shoot so much cum up your cunt I'll make you float! Agghhh! Grind that pussy down on me, honey; work it around my cock!"

For all I know every one of those five hundred people, more or less, who were present might've been watching me cum when I squirmed against Terry's hot prick and ground the lips of my pussy against that thick, rock-hard shaft. It didn't matter to me-I was possessed completely by my own fervent arousal and sought only to release the knotted bands of sexual hunger that were wrapped around my womb and cunt. Terry's big prick drove deep into my flesh and soon untied those bands. I gritted my teeth to keep from shrieking with delight as a solid sheet of pleasure, so strong as to be blinding and paralyzing, suddenly erupted from deep within my cunt. The youth's cock began to jump and leap about in a mad frenzy of erotic delight at the same time and as my love bud hummed with an angry zeal I felt him begin filling my cunt with his scalding cream.

" ANNNNGGGHH! UHHHH!" I grunted. "MMMMMM!"

"AHHH, I FEEL YOUR CUNT SQUEEZING MY COCK!" he groaned, lurching against me in a mad effort at getting even more of that stupendous tool into mv flesh. "UNNGGHHH! YOU'RE MILKING ME WITH YOUR CUNT; YOU'RE FUCKING THE BALLS OFF ME!"

There may have been times when I have felt a man's climax with a more penetrating clarity but if so I don't recall them. The water seemed to make my inner flesh even more attentive to every twitch of his rod and, as the steaming jets of hot cream shot against the walls of my cunt I jerked about convulsively. Each time that his cock pulsed, expelling another wad of that incredibly stirring blast, I quivered from head to foot and moaned with wild, animating joy. I continued to fuck myself against him and to stab at my clit with my fingers, making my climax last far longer than usual, and I continued to do so until long after his balls had surrendered their last drop of cum.

"Ooohh, I can't stand up!" I muttered weakly when I released the grip of my legs upon his. "You've fucked the life out of me!"

I soon recovered enough strength to be able to stand, however, and then he pulled away from me and removed his prick from my cunt. I moaned softly when I felt that beautiful piece of fucking machinery slip out of my flesh. He told me to look down into the water and watch the love juice dripping from my cunt and I did so. The lake was very clear and I could see almost to the bottom. At first my cunt refused to give up its charge of cream but then I reached between my legs and inserted two fingers into the numbed slit, prying it apart. I gave an involuntary moan of shocked surprise when the lake water, much cooler than the interior of my cunt, rushed into that boiling cavity; once the shock had passed I discovered that the sudden influx of cooler water had a peculiarly erotic effect on me. Had I been aroused at that moment, I might very well have had another orgasm then and there but as it was I had no feeling of hunger at all. I saw the first blob of his cum seeping out; it rose up in front of me and drifted away, a lonely, convoluted cloud of milky white cream. Further blobs soon appeared and then I slipped on the bottom of my bathing suit.

Terry stayed beside me for a moment and then began wading toward Dianne and Amy. I had little doubt that similar clouds of milky cum were also dripping out of their greedy little cunts but for once I didn't envy them their luck in getting their slits probed-Terry's mind-bending fuck had left me at peace with myself and all those around me. I waded ashore, taking plenty of time to get myself composed, and by the time I walked out of the lake I knew that not one of the parents or church officials would be able to tell that they were looking at a woman who had just been fucked into a state of near-hysteria. I felt a small, secret warmth spreading through me as I smugly contemplated the success of the act which, when Terry had suggested it, I'd found so shocking; it made me feel very good inside to know that I'd been so soundly fucked in front of so many people, one of them the father of the boy who had provided the idea and the prick for the lustful act. Later, when I found myself talking with Amy Krueger's mother, I couldn't help wondering if the girl's assessment of the woman was correct and if she had had her cunt reamed out recently with anything like the delirious results I'd felt when Terry drove his big tool up into my flesh. She was a tall, slender woman, very much like her daughter in many ways, and I could easily imagine that many a man would love to have her elegantly long, tapering legs locked around his body. For one insane moment I toyed with the idea of inviting her to walk over to the boys' campsite with me later and there suggest to her that three of the biggest, stiffest cocks in the state were ready to serve her if she wished. I never doubted that Mark and his friends would take an especially lewd pleasure in fucking the mother of the girl whom they had taught to love the same frenzied act; Dianne might well have taken to the idea of sucking both mother and daughter in turn, I managed to control that absurd impulse, of course, and said nothing about my inner thoughts. Mrs. Krueger and I had a very polite, restrained bit of chitchat and then went our separate ways.

Pastor Bockhaus complimented me at the end of the day and told me that he was very pleased with the way both camps were progressing. I wryly wondered to myself what he would say if he knew how little time I'd been spending on my supervisory duties lately and how I'd been occupying my spare moments; would it matter to him, I wondered, if I assured him that his son had an extraordinary cock and the ability to use it with devastating effect? Again I restrained my wayward impulse and thereby preserved my reputation for at least a while longer.

My relations with the boys did not alter noticeably after the holiday weekend. Whenever I visited them they were usually ready to permit me to join Amy and Dianne-who were spending more and more time with them-in serving them, although always in such a way that I knew it made little difference to them whether or not they fucked me. On one especially distressing occasion, I spent nearly two hours in watching the three boys screwing the girls in a great variety of ways-they slipped from one cunt to another, or from a cunt to a mouth, with boundless energy and gusto but never once did the boys look my way. Nothing could have told me more completely just how little they valued my cunt and my skill at using it to bring their pricks to a state of spurting joy. Finally, unable to watch them any longer and unwilling to let them see me masturbating, I left the campsite without a word. I took the long way back to my own camp, circling away from the lake and cutting over toward Eagle Mountain, where I'd find a trail leading back into the more desolate parts of that region. After walking for a couple of hours and muttering curses at the boys for their thoughtless behavior, I came into a small, grassy clearing and sat down to catch my breath, winded by the hike across the rough, broken country.

There was to be no rest for me, however; I'd seen too much that morning and heard too many frantic exhortations to be able to rest peacefully. My pussy pounded with a dull, aching throb and my nipples were straining painfully against my bra. After realizing that I wouldn't be able to stand the torture any longer, I stood up and slipped out of my hiking shorts and panties. I lay back on the cool, shady grass and spread my legs wide; I ignored the unromantic hiking boots on my feet, since I only needed a moment's work on my pussy to bring it to a full, boiling state of orgasmic satisfaction.

Some perverse whim of mine made me torture myself and delay the explosion as long as possible. Thus I began touching the tips of my fingers lightly to the hot, tender flesh. I deliberately kept my fingers away from my clit and the especially sensitive inner lips, though I could hardly keep from moaning when my fingers pressed lightly upon the outer fold of excited flesh. I could feel my cunt growing tighter with every minute and found it more difficult to keep my fingers away from the critical spots. Finally I spread the outer lips wide apart and reached between them to grasp the puffy, swollen flaps growing up inside them. At once J felt a strong surge of sexual feeling run through my body and I made it even stronger by rubbing the lips together and then pulling them away from my body. I knew that another moment of that savage delight would have me coming like mad but I sought to delay the culminating stroke as long as possible. I was lying there trembling, trying to keep from attacking my throbbing clit, when suddenly I heard a rustling in the bushes around me and then a burst of raucous laughter.

"Hey, a damsel in distress!" a gruff, masculine voice called out. "To the rescue, boys!"

Startled almost out of my wits, I reared up and looked about. A tall, dark youth stepped out into the clearing; three more boys of about the same age-about sixteen, I guessed-followed him. They all wore shorts and hiking boots and each carried a heavy backpack. Their naked torsos and the portion of their legs not covered by shorts or boots were all deeply tanned. They filed into the clearing and stood beside me, looking down with an all-consuming interest that made me only too aware of my semi-naked state of dress.

"No need for you to go finger dipping, lady," the leader said, unbuckling the hip belt to his pack and shrugging out of it with a comforting grin. "We've been up in the hills for a week now and you'd better believe that we're all primed to take care of all those aches and pains for you! You never saw a bunch of hornier guys than us, and we'll be glad to help you out!"

With that he unfastened the front of his hiking shorts and dropped them to his ankles, stepping out of them with a quick move. I sucked in a deep breath, appalled at being surprised like that but also shocked at the size of the cock that he uncovered when he stripped. The tool was every bit as big as Mark's patented cunt-splitter, if not larger, and it was already as stiff as the stout hickory hiking staff which the youth had laid aside. His companions doffed their packs too and also dropped their shorts down. Within a moment's time I was surrounded by four young men, all of them in a state of extreme sexual arousal to judge by the condition of their pricks. Not all were hung as well as the leader, to be sure, but not one had a small prick. One had the most curious shaped prick I've ever seen-it couldn't have been six inches long but it was at least as thick as my wrist. The very sight of that broad, stubby weapon caused my pussy to begin muttering rebelliously and I shuddered at the thought of the deed they so very obviously contemplated performing.

"Oh, no, please!" I gasped, unable to shrink back because they were all around me. "Don't do that to me, don't rape me!"

"Who's talking about rape?" the fellow murmured, sinking to a seat beside me and lightly caressing my naked hip. "Why, the way you were balling yourself just now, it's real clear that you need to get yourself fucked. And we're just the guys who can fling that old prick. like I said, we've been hoofing it all around those hills out there and there wasn't a piece of ass anywhere. Do you know, it's been ten days, almost, since I've shot my load off? These balls of mine, they're so full of cream I can feel it squishing around clear down to my knees! Yeah, I could probably shoot a wad over the tops of those trees there! Wouldn't you like to get that cunt of yours around a rod as loaded as mine is?"

I suddenly recognized him as almost a carbon copy of Mark. Not that they looked anything alike, apart from their size and their dark complexion; it was more a matter of their having the same arrogant assurance about their masculine powers, the same knowing confidence when it came to matters pertaining to sexuality. His fingers continued to run up and down the outside of my thigh and extended upward to trace exciting little patterns over my hip. Patterns of lust danced in my excited body wherever his fingers touched me and I could feel my pussy crying out for me to give in to his advances.

Another youth came over and began toying with the hem of my T-shirt, teasing me by making me think he was going to rip it off my body. A third sat at my other side and began caressing my other thigh, so that I was now beset on both sides by lustful tormentors. The fourth youth, the one with the especially thick cock, stood directly in front of me and began masturbating. He peeled the foreskin off the immense, swollen head of his cock and pressed it far back down the shaft; I felt another powerful tremor of incipient sexuality pulsing out from my slit when I saw him preparing his cock for fucking action. He' rolled the foreskin back over the head and again peeled it back, working it back and forth with a slow, suggestive grace which I found extraordinarily compelling. The sight of him jacking off in that particular way was quite as arousing as anything I'd ever seen before and I knew that it wouldn't be long before I was begging them to fall upon me and fuck me senseless. A tiny, translucent droplet of juice came into the deep slit crowning the head of his prick; I trembled heavily when I saw that forerunner of the flood which was undoubtedly contained in his big, heavy balls. They looked to be as large as lemons and conveyed a suggestion of a lusty, brutish power which would certainly give me all the sexual pleasure my overheated body could possibly tolerate.

"Yeah, she's coming around," the leader muttered softly. "Jack, why don't you go ahead and pull that T-shirt over her head and let's have a look at those knockers, huh? She looks like she's built good enough to send an old man into a nervous state!"

Jack, a thin, lanky youth with an engaging grin, lifted the shirt up around my body. I meekly raised my arms over my head and allowed him to pull it the rest of the way off. The other boy unhooked my bra and flung it aside. Expressions of mute admiration flowed over their faces when they saw my naked breasts; even though they meant to rape me I couldn't help taking a momentary pride in the way they so obviously honored my figure with their eyes.

"Wow, better than I ever figured!" the leader murmured. "Jack, you and Pete belly up there and start rubbing your cocks over those nipples for her. There isn't hardly a woman anywhere that won't pick up on having her titties rubbed by a good, hot prick!"

I moaned helplessly but couldn't make any move toward defending myself. Pete and Jack rose up to a kneeling position and began following their leader's orders. I gasped weakly when their pricks grazed my nipples. The dark, swollen cones of fully aroused flesh at the tips of my big breasts were inordinately sensitive, or course, and they thrilled as the hot pricks brushed against them. The youths both skinned their pricks back so that the flaring, naked heads, both knobs of purple flesh and even hotter now, could slide directly over my nipples. Again I groaned, louder this time, and I feared that I might well have an orgasm simply through being touched in that unusual manner. Had one of them suddenly pulled my thighs apart and begun licking my clit, I doubt that the sensations would've been any more acute.

"She's about ready for something a little stronger than that," the leader suddenly observed. "All right, boys, who's going to get his cock into that hotbox first?"

"Not me," the youth who was jacking off grunted, still working the foreskin up and down the length of his incredibly thick cock. "I might bust her wide open if I tried sticking this cunt-plugger of mine in her when she's fresh. Besides, I'd rather wait and let one of you guys get her oiled up good first!"

"How about you, Fred?" Jack suggested. "Hell, you were the one who wanted to go this way and you saw her first!"

"Yeah, he's right," Pete agreed. "You stick it to her, Fred, and we'll help out later on. Or maybe I could get her to give me a blow job while you're boring out that cunt of hers, huh?"

"Sounds good to me," Fred replied in a cheerful tone. "How about that, honey? You think you'd like to take on two of us at once? Think you could go down on Pete's cock?"

I glanced over at the youth; he was the one with the smallest prick of all, though his balls were grotesque in their size. The huge, egg-filled bag seemed to reach almost down to his knees and the contents swelled it out to enormous proportions. I had no doubt that he would be able to give me all the cream I could swallow. I could see that there was no hope for me; they were far too excited to let me get away unfucked and I decided that I might as well make the best of the unpromising situation. Besides, I must admit, a strong and clamorous part of me simply wanted to cooperate with the youths. Even though I'd never seen them before in my life, they were all suitably lusty and their desire kindled a glowing fire deep inside my loins.

"Yes, I'll suck him off," I murmured, glancing down shyly. "You're right-I'm so turned on I can't see straight! The way I feel now, it might take all four of you to give me all the cock I want!"

"That's the way to talk," Fred congratulated me. "I knew you were the sort who'd recognize a good thing when you saw it!"

"Just don't take all day in getting your rocks off," Jack warned. "If I've to stand here very long and watch you ball her I might just start shooting cum all over the place!"

"If you have to do that, let me know and I'll take it," I said, feeling a sudden attack of bawdiness. "That stuffs too good to let it go spilling out on the ground!"

"Damn, I think we found a live one!" the thick-pricked lad chortled. "Yeah, you just try working us all down! We'll wear blisters on that pussy of yours!"

Fred got between my legs as I laid back and spread them wide for him. My slit was already greasy-slick with the oils which had overflowed from my cunt and his princely cock easily slid into the quivering mouth of my cunt. I gave a startled lurch of surprised joy when I felt the big tool nose the lips of my pussy apart; the rod seemed to be white hot and it radiated strong sensations of the utmost sensuality. I squirmed against him as he held it there and gradually he leaned against me, forcing the head of his prick into my taut flesh.

At the same time Pete came closer to my face and bent down so that I could get my mouth around his prong. I skinned the head back with a quick thrust of my fingers; he sighed happily as the foreskin rolled off the head of his cock and down the stiff shaft. I closed upon him with a quick lunge of my head and felt the hot, satiny tip slide into my mouth. My tongue greeted his entrance with a long, lusty caress and crushed the soft, bulbous tip against the roof of my mouth. I sensed that he was very highly excited indeed and that he wouldn't be able to hold back his climax for very long. Knowing that, I concentrated on sucking him as hard as I could and for a moment or two I nearly forgot about Fred and the gloriously pleasing way he was shoving his cock into my slit.

"AGGHHH!" Pete groaned, shaking mightily and thrusting hard into my mouth. "UNNGGHHHHH! SHE'S SUCKING MY COCK OFF! OOOOOOHH, I'M CUMING ALREADY!"

Indeed he was. He gave a small, trembling thrust and then a more determined one as he sought to give his balls that last extra bit of excitement they needed in order to burst into flowing, gushing life. I twisted my mouth around his meat and forced it far down the shaft, then pulled back; the first agonizingly beautiful spurt of his cream shot into my throat with all the force I could ever have hoped for. I have no doubt that if his prick had been outside my mouth at the moment he began to cum, his love juice would easily have shot across to the far edge of the clearing. As it was, I received the full brunt of his explosion and it sent hot flashes of delighted pleasure racing through the rest of my body.

Fred reached up to caress my swollen breasts when he saw that Pete was already cuming. At the same time he slammed his cock into me full force, sinking at least half of that big rod into my cunt at once. It felt as though a big, hot sword had suddenly been shoved into the most sensitive part of my body. I stiffened, almost destroyed by that brutal penetration, but then felt the answering response taking shape deep inside my womb. I locked my legs around his and threw my pussy against him with all the power I could manage. His prick slid deeper and Pete continued to cum, pouring out a tremendous flood of scalding hot cream into my mouth. I swallowed quickly; the young, fervent taste of his cum made my body tremble with frantic desire.

The violent fury of Pete's orgasm, together with the free and easy way Fred drove his prick ever deeper into my cunt, was quite enough to upset my tightly wound nervous system. A mammoth, pulsing wave of orgiastic pleasure loomed up deep inside my-womb and then spilled over, flooding my body with exquisitely tingling waves of sexual delight. The pounding, thudding waves of orgasmic feeling quickly spread until I could feel my brain reeling under their impetus. The climax mounted to a quick, violent peak, ebbed slightly and then returned, surging to even higher levels of exaltation. I sucked at Pete's cock as hard as I could, writhing against Fred all the while, and marveled at the way my body continued to churn out those frantic spasms of pure animal pleasure. Again and again my cunt heaved convulsively, each time making me shudder with delicious joy.

Pete's prick gradually ebbed until the flow of cum had completely died away. I'd gladly have continued mouthing that tool, even though it had no more of that ripe, salty gruel to give me, but he pulled away from me, wincing at the ecstatic twinges of feeling which my mouth roused in him. I turned to find Jack approaching me from the opposite side, prick in hand. His tool was every bit as hard as any I'd ever felt and when he thrust it toward my mouth, I naturally accepted it. He had the head peeled back and the naked, flaring tip drove deep into my throat. I curled my tongue around it once, welcoming it as best I could, and then began licking it with long, slow caresses that struck directly at the center of his self-control.

Fred continued to work his cock back and forth in my cunt and gradually I learned how to serve them both at the same time. I worked my hips to and fro, bouncing them up and down at the same time, and he helped matters along considerably by reaching down to caress my stiff clit with the tip of a finger. My cunt responded with another series of powerful jolts of orgiastic feeling. I could feel his stiff prick surging deeper, filling me as full as I could ever want to be filled with that marvelously satisfying tool, and I answered by giving Jack's hard cock an especially strong caress with my tongue. I began twisting my mouth around his prick, adding some tongue caresses and bobbing my head up and down so that I was applying the strongest, most intimate kind of stimulation to virtually every part of his cock. I wanted him to cum as soon as he could, just as I wanted Fred to blast off a round of hard, jetting spurts of his own love juice, and I did whatever I could to hasten them toward that goal.

I felt Fred begin to cream first. He gave a low, harsh grunt and slammed into me harder than ever, sending the head of his prick up snug against my cervix, and then withdrew the big, cunt-smeared tool only to drive it all the way home once more. I knew then that he was near and I squeezed him with my legs as hard as I could. Pete bent further over me, running his cock into my mouth at a different angle, and I could tell that he was very close to that same delirious state of mindless delight.

"Ugghhhh!" he grunted, holding my head between his hands and fucking my mouth with short, choppy lunges of his hips. "Get it, baby, get all that come! Agghh! My balls, you're sucking the cream right out of my balls!"

Fred's big prick was already pumping out endless Jets of liquid fire that splashed against the wall of my cunt and sent my overly excited senses into yet another round of frantic quivering. For a moment I thought that my body had been somehow concentrated in my cunt, so that I was completely surrounding him; I could feel his prick in every part of my body, it seemed, and his love juice was infecting all of me with a total sexuality which was so real I couldn't believe it was only imaginary. At the same time, Pete's' prick began leaping and surging within my mouth. The highly excited youth delivered a very full and extremely satisfying flood of hot juice that gushed over the back of my throat and added immeasurably to my overall pleasure.

"Okay, Harry, she's all yours," Fred said, turning his head to look at the remaining boy, who still toyed with his cock and gazed down at me with hot, lustful eyes. "That cunt ought to be slippery enough by now; I think I shot about a quart of cum up her cunt! Damn, she really takes off when she feels it!"

A perfect flood of warm cum trickled put of my pussy lips, coursing down between the cheeks of my ass and then sliding to the ground, when Fred pulled his prick from me. He didn't exaggerate: his ejaculation had easily been the equal of anything I'd ever felt from Mark and his friends and, together with the double charge of cream I'd received in my mouth, had been enough to send my body soaring up onto a fluffy cloud of sexual delight. But still there was Harry, he of the immensely thick cock; I knew that his gargantuan tool would strain my cunt to the very limits of its endurance, even after Fred had so thoroughly loosened me up. He was quick to get between my legs and to plug up the hole which his friend had vacated.

I felt his great, bull-like power at once. He was very gentle when he began inserting that stupendous cock of his, and it was a good thing: had he launched an all-out assault upon my cunt, even in its well-fucked, slippery state, he might very well have ripped the flesh apart. He knew his abilities and the dangers, though, and took his sweet time in introducing that huge prong into my cunt. I groaned heartily when I felt him begin driving against me, though, and for a moment I doubted that he would be able to get it in me.

"It'll go!" he muttered, feeling my body stiffen up with fright and pain. "Just take it easy; it'll go in! Oh, damn, that's the best cunt I ever felt! UNNGGHH! YOU'RE SO HOT, SO FUCKING HOT AND WET!"

There was something about the idea of fucking a cunt already saturated with hot cum that appealed mightily to an obscure facet of his emotional makeup. Perhaps he had a fixation of some kind, an inner compulsion to bathe his cock in another man's cum; whatever the explanation, he fucked me with a totality which absolutely overwhelmed me. Once his prick's head had entered the mouth of my cunt I found that the pressure exerted by the tool rapidly grew much more bearable and after another moment I felt an unusual sense of joy sweeping outward from my loins. He filled me completely, giving me a sense of being fucked with maximum effect, and my cunt began tingling joyously.

Harry's long period of excitement resulted in a very quick climax for him. No more than half the big tool was lodged in my cunt when he began trembling and moaning. I tightened the grip of my legs and swung my hips at him, making my velvety sheath slip and slide around his prick with more effect; by arching my back and pulling my pussy away from his loins I managed to bring the tip of my love bud down into contact with the shaft of his cock. The contact sent another spasmodic shudder through my body and was itself enough to provoke another attack of sexual stupor. I tried out fiercely, rubbed myself against him frantically and felt my womb begin spinning deliriously. Cuming from every pore of my body, I fucked against him harder and harder until finally he growled out a harsh oath and slammed his cock home. His balls were pumping out prodigious amounts of steaming cum that filled my loins with unreasoning joy. I clutched him to my body and moaned with ecstatic delight.