Chapter 7
The party was already under way when Celia climbed the stairs. The laughing, shouting, and squealing had begun. The music was winding up-around and through the voices-the high wandering poignant Elizabethan recorder and lute music they had used as background music for the play.
Celia felt herself pulled into the middle of the room as though she'd been caught at the edge of a whirlpool and sucked into its center. Bullock put his arm around her waist and kissed her cheek. "Darling, you were magnificent!" She was passed from one set of arms to another, kissed and praised and squeezed and lionized. The euphoria of opening night had worked its magic, and all the hard work had reaped its reward. Everyone was a little high on sheer excitement.
Someone handed her a cup of punch. It was icy and tasted like limeade. She drank thirstily. Celia felt her tiredness begin to be forgotten, or at least to be not important anymore. It was a wonderful feeling to worry and work and slave and somehow pull a play together with a group of people who cared about doing it as much as you did. When it had been done and was an accomplished fact, you simply had to celebrate. You had to let go and admire what you'd done... together.
Hilda came swishing through from the kitchen holding a platter of cheese and cold cuts to add to the already overflowing table. Pale gold lame flowing pants slithered around her ankles with a matching full-sleeved blouse and a brown velvet bolero. She looked quite New York and almost pretty, Celia thought.
"You did all this by yourself, Hilda? I really feel guilty about not helping you."
"Quite all right. You did your bit out front. You were divine, you know."
"Thank you, Hilda. And thank you... for... calling me today."
"I know it wasn't my business to," she lowered her voice, "but I just thought you'd want to know."
"You know I would. I... I wouldn't do anything... to willingly... well, drag the school down. It's been too good to me. I'll never be able to repay what I've had... from everybody."
"Have you told anybody you're leaving?" Hilda asked, lighting a cigarette.
"No... I just thought I'd rather quietly slip away. I'll finish the play and get packed this week, and then I'm going," Celia said sadly.
"Then this will be your goodbye party, too. It doesn't matter that no one knows but you and me. Maybe it's better that way. So... let's live it up. Here, let me fill your cup." Hilda slid through the crowd with Celia's cup. It was goodbye. The real goodbye. Celia felt her throat tighten, looking at all the gay crazy people she'd worked with these last three months. It wasn't really they who had spoiled it... no matter what her father might think. It was her own ignorant eagerness... her own traitorous body. But home in Waxahachie... there wasn't much chance that it could happen again. It would be dull, but she'd be safe, at least.
The music had taken over, and bodies were bowing and dipping and swaying to the courtly melodies that had been popular in Henry the VIII's time. No one was very good at the unfamiliar dances, and they were a little wobbly by now... but that only made it all the more uproarious.
Esther was having a terrible time in the kitchen with Justin. She felt his hand close over her breast as he nuzzled her neck. Whatever was the matter with him... or for that matter with her? It was all she could do to push him away, for she felt gay and giddy and would just as soon his hand stayed there, but it would never do in front of the young people.
"Stop that, Justin."
"What's the matter, Miss Pea... this old man bothering you?" Bullock laughed, grabbing her around the waist and kissing her passionately. Esther pushed at his hard young shoulders, but she couldn't seem to get a grip. Her hands kept pushing him off. He wouldn't let go. Finally she gave up and just let him kiss her. She found herself kissing him back. He was such a sweet boy. So like Brian.
When Bullock came up for air, she felt his mouth slide to her ear. "You look prettier than you ever have tonight." Esther smiled sleepily, her cheek pressed to Bullock's. Justin had been right to make her leave her hair down and put on a little more makeup. She felt prettier than she ever had. Bullock was fondling her hair that fell in golden waves almost to her waist, caught at the back of her neck with a black velvet bow.
This would never do. She was the teacher... the head of the school. Gently she pushed Bullock away. He almost fell, but steadied himself on the kitchen counter. "Are you all right?"
"Better than ever," he grinned at her with his sad eyes. "Just this punch. Wonder what old Hilda put in it? Has a kick like a mule."
"Why don't you ask her? She's right over there," Esther giggled, for she could see Hilda deep in conversation with Justin. Tonight Esther loved everybody. Even Hilda, who'd tried to make trouble for darling Celia.
Patrick twirled Celia around his hand to the music. She dipped gracefully, and he brought her up close to his face. Celia felt his arm close around her waist, which wasn't part of the dance at all. That came a lot later in history. Centuries later in Vienna.
"You're not doing the dance right, Patrick."
"To hell with the dance," he said thickly. He pulled her closer. "I just wanted you to know that I'll never forget last night. Not in a position to do anything about it... but I'll never forget it."
"Have to forget it." She pulled the long flowered skirt free of her heel and leaned against him.
"I just tole you I wouldn't. May not have the money, Tender, but you got everything else. And I won't forget last night even when I'm governor of this fucking state."
"Hear, hear! Everybody! Time for charades!" Hilda announced from the center of the big living room. The bodies moved back a little and began to applaud.
"Hey, cut the music."
"Thought we'd been playing charades all the time," Rosemary giggled.
The room was quickly cleared, chairs pushed back, tables jammed in corners and lights turned off except for the barrage of candles Hilda had lit around the room. The couches and chairs were overflowing. The rest of them sat on the floor, with cushions and laps propping up heads and elbows in comfortable sprawls. Celia found herself with Patrick behind her on the floor. He was smoothing her tired back with his hands and massaging her neck and down her spine.
The hangers-on had long since left, and the core of the school were left. Garrett watched the proceedings with amusement and satisfaction. That bitch Hilda had done a good job. She was no actress, but a damn good procuress, and things were going to work out fine. They were all pretty drunk now. That limeade stuff she'd stirred up had done the trick. It tasted so mild and hit so hard, since it was mostly good vodka.
Charades... strip charades! That was a good one! Playing charades had become one big charade. There was hardly a strip of clothing left on anyone, and hands were already hardening tits and cocks everywhere he looked. Amazing what people would fall for if you gave them the chance.
He watched Hilda get lazily up from where she'd been lying in Patrick's arms and step over people and cross the room. She put the needle back on the record player. Her big apple-pear breasts were shadowed in the candlelight, perfect and ripe. She began to writhe and sway to the music, her gleaming hips and legs in the lame pants grinding lewdly, making her look even more naked than if she'd worn nothing at all.
Patrick rose and took the lead. They danced a fertility rite as old as man, circling and dipping and swaying and shaking their loins in mock fucking. Finally his hands clasped her hips, and he began slowly sliding her pants down her writhing hips to the beat of the music. At last he succeeded in stripping her completely and skinned his jockey shorts off. Their two naked bodies began again the obscene dancing, and it was the rutting animal that showed in the flickering candlelight. Patrick's great jutting cock stood out in lusting attentiveness from his hairy red loins, and Hilda's thighs were gleaming on the inside where her lubricants had oozed and been spread by the dancing.
Celia had known long ago that she should have quietly slipped away, gone to her room, and locked the door. She'd felt funnier and funnier all evening. The room kept going round and round, and she was almost sick a couple of times. But this was her farewell party, even though they didn't know it. The last time she'd be here to laugh and dance and be a part of Pea-body. The living tomb of Waxahachie awaited for the rest of her life.
It had seemed funny at first. Every time someone had not been able to guess the title of a book or a play that was being pantomimed they lost a piece of clothing. It had been hilarious until she suddenly realized that everyone was almost naked. They seemed to have stopped playing now, and Patrick and Hilda were dancing without any clothes at all. But then they were rather beautiful in the candlelight. It was like an ancient rite or something. She closed her eyes, and the room spun again.
When Celia opened her eyes, Bullock was lying with his head in her lap, and her lap was only covered with her bikini panties. She reached for her clothes just as he reached for her, and she felt his mouth close on her breast and suck hard. "No-o-o-o-o!" she hissed as quietly as she could, feeling the by-now familiar tingling radiate from her breast and pull some inner strings inside her pussy at the same time.
Did men never think of anything else... wherever they were, whoever they were with? Did women only react to whatever man happened to be handy? She tried to push him away, but she was so tired, so terribly tired. Celia remembered that Bullock was Rosemary's... or should be. Where was Rosemary? she wondered dimly. She tried again, and succeeded in breaking his mouth loose from her breast that was on fire now from his hot sucking mouth.
"Bullock, please don't... where's Rosemary?"
"Gone to the bathroom. But s'okay. Look... it's a group grope."
He turned Celia around so she could see that there was a naked girl in the corner with her legs spread wide seated on a guy's lap, and she was bobbing up and down on his rigid prick. Her mouth was turned to the side, however, and another guy was fucking in and out of her mouth as he stood with lewdly crouched legs.
Patrick was dancing around with Hilda clinging to him, her arms around his shoulders and head and her legs wrapped around his waist, and it was obvious that his cock was sunk up in her spread cunt. Patrick's strong arms sup-ported Hilda's small round bottom. Their mouths were locked, and he swayed and bounced faintly to the music.
Bullock laughed. "It's what we used to dream about in Vietnam. God, if those poor devils could see this!" He slapped his naked hairy thigh, laughing insanely. "Hot damn! Look at Miss Pea." Celia turned to follow his eyes.
Horrified, she saw her beloved teacher, naked and panting, lowering herself on Garrett's naked erection. Esther's hair had come completely loose and swung in long gold waves around her shoulders and down her back. Without her clothes, she looked at least ten years younger, for her naked full breasts were firm and her hips taut and smooth.
Wherever Celia looked there were naked bodies now, pressing, kissing, sucking, fucking. Under the sinuous music was the sound of gruntings and groanings and little squeals and moans. By twos, by threes, by fours. And she had thought she was a whore! If this was the norm, then she was an innocent! They were all fucking as casually as if they were alone!
Bullock grabbed her again and sank his mouth on hers in a hard kiss, his tongue immediately pushing past her teeth to fuck deeply into her throat. Celia knew she had to get out of here... and she tried to struggle, but he held her fast. She'd have to wait her chance. His hard arms were too much for her in this exhausted state. She went limp to try to preserve her strength, and immediately his hands were thumbing her nipples erect and hard while he fucked her mouth feverishly.
Celia knew she was depraved now, for Bullock's mouth and hands felt just as wonderful on her body as Web's and Patrick's had. But then there seemed to be a lot of other depraved people, too... at least in this room. They were draped all over the couches and chairs and sprawled all over the Aubusson carpet. This was her last chance to feel any man's hard mouth or caressing hands. She began to kiss Bullock back.
Rosemary held onto the doorframe as she made her way back into the living room. She paused and tried to locate Bullock in the dim light. Her loins tightened at what she saw. Even Miss Pea was riding Garrett on the couch like a madwoman, sliding up and down his pole in a frantic hip-shaking dance! Finally she found Bullock with his head propped on a pile of pillows and Celia on all fours, her breasts dangling over his mouth, as he sucked first one and then the other. Lying there, his lower body was unattended. Rosemary made her way to him and took his rigid upthrusting shaft in her warm hands, and he immediately thrust his hips up to fuck into the warm curled palms.
Celia turned her head to see who had joined them on the floor. It was Rosemary! She must have shown the dismay and shame in her face, for Rosemary said, "It's all right, honey. We're all together tonight. Bullock's a good man." She giggled obscenely, leaning down to lick the turgid head of his cock she held in her hands. "He'll probably bring you off just sucking on your tits."
Celia could do nothing but nod, for Bullock sank his teeth in her hard quivering nipple. Fire shot like a jolt through her body, flaming out to sear through her middle. A strained, "Oh-h-h," came out of her mouth as her head snapped back and the muscles in her neck stood out. She knew the whole world must have gone mad. Here she was with her breast in Bullock's voracious mouth and Rosemary was working on his cock. Her roommate, Rosemary! But the sucking mouth blotted out any moralistic thoughts, for her honeyed essence was dripping into his pulling, drawing mouth in great thick droplets. Celia slipped her hands under Bullock's balding head to pull his face even deeper into her swollen breast.
Garrett drove his hips up hard, shoving his almost bursting pulsating cock deeper and deeper up into the slick throbbing heat of Esther's greedy, long-starved pussy. She was cumming again! She'd had three orgasms already! God, that woman had been saving it for years, but when he'd finally turned her on, there was no stopping her! His hands clutched her grinding hips as he began to reach for his own climax. Jesus! It was so close now, but he wanted to bring her off one more time... and this time as he shot his own burden of hot thick cum deep into her belly.
"Cum on... cum on, sweetheart... cummmmm!" he urged as his hips began to lift them off the couch in faster and faster poundings. Her lewdly contorted face was straining, and wails were spilling from her lips. "Oh... yes... oooooo... so close... yessss..." she cried softly, her eyes rolling and her hair swinging down around her breasts in frantic waving strands.
Suddenly she stiffened above him and dug her fingernails deeply into his heavily muscled fore-arms, and she pushed down over his huge blasting rod with all her might, her head wagging from side to side in a pantomime of No though her mouth opened and she screamed, "YEEEEEEESSSSSSS!"
Garrett let out an answering bellow as he felt the dike give and his own hot streams begin to shoot up the constricted tube of his throbbing cock and the long-awaited flooding began. "G-o-o-o-o-o-o-od-ddddd!" He pumped furiously, bruising her hips with his great hands as he pounded her sopping pulsing pussy harder and harder to contain his tidal wave that was roaring in a mighty rush out of his body and into the high secret lake that was her belly.
Esther was a limp and useless thing, almost unconscious now from her multiple orgasms that had taken her on a magic carpet ride of pure sensual pleasure. She hung twitching with reflexive spasms above Garrett's great hairy body like a doll with a broken mechanism inside that now had to be moved manually. Sleep. She only wanted to sleep.
Finally Garrett pulled her limp body off his deflating prick and let her roll onto the sofa, sliding out so she could lie on her back. She was so tired she was already asleep. He'd have no trouble convincing her now about the convention business. The rakeoff from the Chamber of Commerce alone would be a pretty penny since the number of conventions would increase so rapidly. He'd seen it work in Hollywood, and this was an even more ingenious variation of the theme. Garrett and Peabody... the Masters and Johnson of Dallas... only it would be a cleaner operation.
Patrick's legs had finally given out and he had lain Hilda down on the floor, keeping his cock sunk into her wet cunt that was about ready to explode. As he kissed and bit her ear-lobes, his hand found a pillow to shove under her narrow hips for a little elevation. She was moaning incoherently, but he knew how to translate "Please... do... don't... goooood... yessss... oh, lover...." She wasn't much to look at except for those fantastic tits. Jesus! What tits! But she was tall and had a good slender shape for clothes. The right makeup and hairdo at Arden's, and the public would call her elegant and restrained. That was good enough for a politician's wife. She had the money, and that was the one prerequisite. The rest they could change and mold.
Patrick dug his rigid, blood-gorged probe expertly into her tight, hot, swollen and sopping cunt. That sucking slit of hers was drawing fiendishly already at his aching balls, trying to trigger him. She was pretty expert herself. Her cunt-sheath was tugging his tingling, turgid prick like a damned milking machine, the fingered walls of muscle squeezing and squeezing. He could feel Hilda's damp vaginal hole absorbing and accepting eagerly all of his long, thick shaft into the depths of her channel. It made a slight sucking sound. Those cuntal muscles were working overtime on the rigid, meaty length of his wildly throbbing cock. Jesus! He couldn't hold out long at this rate... not after that crazy fuck-dancing they'd done.
Clutching her rounded ass cheeks in his hands, Patrick wormed his finger to the puckered asshole. Her juices had already wet the opening as they'd trickled down from her dripping pussy. He began pushing at the tiny crinkled orifice with the tip of his finger. It resisted fiercely, the muscles tight and hard. He was going to make this one cum like she'd never cum before. After all, he had to be better than the rest. He had to get at that money. Suddenly he stabbed his finger into the tight little hole, and she arched and screamed, which only rammed her palpitating pussy deeper onto his lunging spearing rod. Hilda yelled, "Yes! Fuck me in the asshole too. Fuck it good while you fuck my pussy!... please... fuck..." she panted and begged. Patrick needed no urging, but her frantic salacious words incited his fevered efforts even further to a straining mind-bending try. He rammed his finger viciously into her rectum, and the muscle ring suddenly gave and he was fucking her twice! Twice at once, filling both her holes with himself. He could feel the thin membranes between his slicing cock and pillaging finger... and it felt as though they might meet at the peak of a screaming climax. Establishing a rhythm, he slammed into her muscular holes that sucked him in a wild frenzied action. Her hips ground up to absorb his cock and then down to capture his fucking finger up her asshole. Oh, Jesus! It wasn't going to be any sacrifice to marry this much money.
Celia's breasts felt as though they were being chewed up in the crazed machinery of Bullock's tongue and teeth and sucking mouth. The nipples were fiery little coals that burned into her depths, causing her pussy to flood heavy sheets of fluid that trickled down her naked thighs. The fire was there too, burning and wanting and sucking in on itself in frantic muscular writhings. Oh God! She was going mad. Her belly was aching with physical pleading for release.
Suddenly she felt her thighs being spread, and she moaned hopefully. She looked down under her still-crouched body and saw two great hairy paws spreading her open. She watched in tranced fascination as a huge black and silver head slid face up between her opened thighs. An enormous bloated red tongue licked out in anticipation of tasting her swollen, dripping cunt that was right over that salacious face. It was Garrett! The brute who'd made her cry... who'd humiliated her before Patrick... trying to break her at the tryouts. Her opened pussy tried to cringe away, but the huge hands caught her hips and pulled her wet-mouthed vulva right into the leering face. Ball lightning struck inside Celia's belly and loins as she felt that lascivious tongue touch her clitoris. The stupefying electric shock sent her breast even farther into Bullock's lusting lascivious mouth.
Garrett dug his sweating palms into Celia's delectable little ass cheeks and pressed her meaty, firm young cuntal lips to his starving mouth so his upturned animal face could feed at the trough of her pussy. Celia struggled to close her thighs, but it was hopeless. She only implanted his ravaging mouth deeper into her vagina and could feel the thick tongue plow into her sensitive flesh. He was scouring her ragged pink edges of genital flesh with that hard pseudo-penile member by running it in frantic circles and flicking at the clitoris until it was a throbbing, tortured bud of quivering screaming need.
She groaned pitifully as he pushed his face in deeper and the full length of his snaking buried itself in the flushed and flowing walls of her young pussy. Somehow Bu11ock's draining mouth on her breasts had prepared the way for this sadistic maniac who was barbarously raping her vagina with his thick twisting scalding tongue. By sheer coincidence, Bullock's now hardened sucking mouth was establishing a rhythm with the foraging tongue in her pleading privates. Her body was vibrating like a plucked string between the sucking mouth at her breasts and the fucking tongue in her pussy. The vibrations set up a ringing through her veins that was driving her mad!
Bullock could feel Rosemary's soft, slippery, meaty, juicy cunt-flesh against the head of his raging cock. He opened one eye to peer around Celia's fully swollen breast in his mouth and saw that Rosemary was squatted over his loins. She was holding his blunt-nosed prick, sliding it back and forth, in the outer lips of her slick and slippery cunt. Oh Christ! If this was his reward for Vietnam, it had been worth it! God damn! If this was passed out for serving there, they wouldn't be able to keep the whole friggin' male population from enlisting! This was a soldier's fantasy... an impossible dream come true. Even when you were dreaming it... up to your ass in mud and blood... you knew it could never happen. But it was happening to him!
"Oh-h-h-h-hhhhhhh... deeeeeeaaaaarrrrrrr... GOOOODDDDDDD!" Bullock heard Celia scream, her head thrown back. The cords in her beautiful young throat were standing out in ridged straining. Her hands caught Bullock's shoulders. She pushed inward on them as hard as she could to try and somehow contain the ecstasy that was building in her young body. This caused her beautiful white mounds of breasts to jerk upward, pulled by the pectoral muscles that lay under and above them. The firm nipple budded even harder against the roof of his mouth as her hands dug into his shoulders and the other firm round globe in his kneading hand jerked in throbs. Oh God! Shit! What could ever top having your mouth stuffed full of tit and your cock impaled in a sliding, sheathing, milking, sopping, meaty cunt!
Patrick looked up briefly to see Esther Pea-body just standing, arms limp, eyes glazed and head slack right over Hilda's contorted, wailing face. He hardly recognized her... for she was naked... the ugly clothes gone and not a stitch to cover her voluptuous milk-white body. Her hair hung in rippling golden rivulets to her waist, and her snowy fully ripened woman's breasts poked pink soft nipples through the strands. Esther was looking down at him as he fucked into Hilda's lurching body. It was as though she were in a hypnotic trance, uncomprehending, in a daze of unaccustomed alcohol and more unaccustomed sex. Patrick's eyes were drawn like a magnet to her curly golden fleece so close above his head. "Kneel down!" he commanded, and she dropped to her knees instantly as though he were the mad Rasputin and she would gladly kneel before his saintly altar.
He pulled his finger reluctantly from Hilda's clenching asshole, without missing a stroke, into her sucking, clutching cunt. "Spread your knees wider." He addressed the golden-haired triangle, and obediently Esther widened her kneeling stance. Patrick could see the flushed pussy lips, moist and gleaming, come into view. Leaning on his elbows, he reached up and caught Esther's smooth snow-white hips and pulled the gilded fleece he sought into his questing mouth. His tongue shot out and stabbed into the downy mat and deeper into the syrupy slick meat of her defenseless pussy that she offered to him so willingly.
"E-EOE-EEEEEEEEeeeeeee!" came out of Esther's slack mouth as she felt a burning jolt stab through her body. It was a delicious nightmare, and she would wake to find her genitals all wet and swollen. She would have to relieve herself furtively beneath the covers and then scrub her terrible tempestuous and abused flesh until it was raw. Soon now, she would wake and find the rippling rapturous sensations in her throbbing secret hole were only a figment of her tortured dream life. But right now she was going to enjoy it and pray that she didn't wake too soon as she always had.
Esther's hands came out involuntarily, seeking the cause of her beautiful dream, and felt what in her dream was the curly head of a man. Her fingers sought farther. She could feel his jaws and cheeks and eyes, but the mouth was clamped onto... onto her vulva. It must be his tongue that was charging her sensitive flesh down there! Oh God! Don't let it stop, she prayed... and she pressed that blessed head deeper into her vitals and felt the rigid tongue licking and laving the very center of her being.
Patrick smelled Esther's flowing love juice, and the heady scent raced from his brain to his long rapier prick that sliced faster and faster into Hilda's gyrating cunt. His tongue tasted the musky woman taste of the pulsing, sucking walls of Esther's golden-haired pussy. Oh Christ! The closest he'd ever been to an orgy before was when he and Jack Amon had dated twins and fucked their choices in twin beds at a motel. But this... this was a fucking orgy... it was blowing his mind that was already fogged with alcohol.
"Ahhhhhhh... GGAAAAHHHHHH... UUUUHHHH!" Hilda was snorting like a maddened young bitch under him, and her head was tossing back and forth on the carpet between Esther's spread thighs. Patrick could feel Hilda's thighs wrap around his waist, and her frantic thin hands dig lust-spread fingers into his hard lean buttocks as she strained for her climax. He could hear the slurping, sucking of his burgeoning cock expanding even more now and slushing into the fevered jungle-dark moist tunnel between Hilda's clutching clasping thighs. She was climbing him like a crazed cat, and he rammed it to her greedy pussy in time to his sucking, stabbing, swirling tongue in Esther's blazing-warm awakened cunt.
Rosemary rode high and mighty on Bullock's huge slamming prod, his lusty hips thrusting her up and down like a merry-go-round, only this was an even better feeling than the hard saddle of the painted wooden horses of her childhood shoving against her tingling pussy lips. For protruding from this saddle was that frenzied grandiose cock that sliced into her sopping passage like a hot knife through butter. She could see Celia writhing above Bullock's sucking mouth and kneading hands and Garrett's buried face that was tuning her snatch to the high-pitched scream of a giant orgasm.
Everybody was getting theirs except poor burly Garrett, beheaded by Celia's clutching thighs, his naked prick thrusting up like a huge vein-laced pillar from his hairy black loins. Rosemary reached out and grasped his hairy leg and tugged it toward her. He seemed to know without looking what she wanted, and he began to inch his body over toward her, like a big walrus flipping along.
Rosemary marveled that she had been so terrified of someone seeing her with Bullock the other night and here they all were... fucking together... however and with whoever they wanted. She'd been behind the times... the sexual revolution was here... and now!
Garrett could feel the strange sensation of sliding around so Rosemary could reach his aching cock while his head was still imprisoned between Celia's frantic thighs. His mouth simply turned under her soaking fevered cunt, and his lips became parallel with her vaginal lips. He found he could then slide his tongue from side to side out of his mouth as though he were eating the watermelon the Dallas peasants were so fond of. God! This one was juicier than a watermelon! Her sticky-slime pussy dew was dripping down his chin and into his sucking mouth as he ate her reddened meat with gusto.
Bending over Garrett's now accessible loins, Rosemary could see that the four of them formed a human fucking chain. Her cunt was stuck on the fence post of Bullock's hard prick, Bullock's mouth was on Celia's big mountainous breasts, Celia's pussy was mashed over Garrett's raping tongue and his huge, monstrous cock was now in Rosemary's mouth. Dear God! She was glad she hadn't decided to try and fuck this enormous gigantic king of cocks! Trying as hard as possible, she could only get about one-third of its length inside her mouth. She lay down toward it, sucking the hot, throbbing, thick pulsing pole while she still bounced up and down on Bullock's jabbing prick that sent such incredible sparks up through her aching pussy. She was so close to igniting and sparking out!
A mighty thrust of Bullock's hard loins did it. "GAGHHHH!" she screamed around the choking hot prick as she felt Bullock's broad red-hot poker skewer into the aching needing flesh of her cunt, deeper than ever. "Ah... ahhh... aghhhhh..." she groaned in anguish... and her body stiffened over his impaling flesh stick, feeling the great spasms shake her whole body and her vaginal walls squeezing and squeezing to milk his hot rod... to trigger the milky cum from his balls. She let Garrett's cock slip from her mouth. She could no longer pay attention to it... needing everything she had to finish the wracking orgasm that was shaking her to the roots of her hair.
A chain reaction set in then. Rosemary could see it happen from her high seat on Bullock's cock that suddenly rammed into her with the force of a freight train, hurling the speeding iron spike into her belly, and from it came the first boiling steam of his semen, gushing deep into the dark tunnel of her still-convulsing belly.
"JEEEEEEEEESSSSSSUUUUSSSS!" He screamed, pulling away from Celia's weary breasts and throwing his head back into the pillow, the great cords in his muscular neck standing out like ropes. He was humping now in time with the spurts of sperm that hosed out of his bursting cock in a spasmodic rhythm.
Celia felt Bullock pull away from her chewed and tortured breast. His scream, coming so close after Rosemary's, told her they had reached their zeniths and were hanging in that brief promised flight, soaring into space. Celia felt her own orgasm beginning, her clitoris rolling on Garrett's practiced tongue like a hard seed whose time has come to open and pour out its promise to the sun. The daring tongue threw itself into her supercharged tiny battery of life and suddenly tripped the light switch, throwing out a series of impulses that flowed through her body to charge and illuminate every raw nerve end in the whole intricate feminine organism. There was no recalling the demons that had first been unchained inside her with Web's initiation. They were loose and raving now, unleashed by the ceaseless licking and sucking of her naked clitoris, which now spread sparks that burst into uncontrolled flames to devour her.
"AHHHHH... GOOOOODDDDDDDD!" she screamed out her tormented rapture. Her loins, shamelessly aroused and blotting out all reason, jerked spasmodically and moved her clitoris in a circular motion against the roughly divine texture of Garrett's outstretched tongue. All that mattered on the face of the globe were the salacious shafts of pleasure being propelled through Celia's flesh like tiny fire needles that pierced her in all directions and through every cell.
Garrett thrust the thick wet arrow of his tongue into the quivering vagina, absorbing all the sticky cum juice he could. It flowed profusely over his nose and chin. The milky outpouring drained too much volume for even his greedy mouth and spilled down in drops onto his hairy chest. He savored her young juice, but his own naked cock was unmouthed by Rosemary's screaming climax, and it was clamoring now for immediate relief.
He couldn't think of a better place to put it than in the quaking, soaking tight young cunt he'd sucked to such violent bliss. Garrett's strong arms reached up and pulled the childlike Celia off his wet sticky face and down over his great thick hairy body. She was still quivering and shivering, but her body was weakened.
She clung to his chest like a frightened kitten.
Reaching down over her bare-mooned ass, he guided his huge throbbing unsatisfied cock into her spread-open palpitating pussy that still pulsed faintly in the afterglow of her orgasm. Only the head was in, but the sensation of her viscous young meaty cunt lips was incredibly delicious. He'd bring her off again while she was still limp from her first cataclysm. She'd get a taste of his pole... his hot giant pole right up into that greedy little cunt.
Gruntings and groanings and mewlings were going off all around him, punctuated with climatic screams of filth and obscenity, but Patrick had stretched his own blasting out and had made it last as long as possible. His balls were ready to erupt through the skin sac if he didn't let go soon. There must be a gallon of thick creamy semen stored in those rocky vaults, and he couldn't last... much... longer.
Esther was raving like a madwoman, her head lolling from side to side, sending waves of golden hair tossing like the mane of a lust-crazed mare. She willed her beautiful nightmare not to end. She wouldn't be able to stand it if it ended too soon! She tried to stuff the head between her aching thighs into her quaking, clasping cunt hole, to devour its maddened tongue that sent such delight arching through her sex-starved loins.
Hilda had come off twice, and still Patrick lunged into her sopping slit, still hard and rigid as an iron blunt-ended club. Her pussy still glowed warmly, and she squirmed and rotated her pelvis around his stabbing shaft because she might just bring it to life again before Patrick gunned his motor. A tiny rising twitch gave her hope, and she ground it up to him a little harder.
Patrick could taste the flowing juicy cuntal secretions in the back of his throat as he tongue-fucked Esther in time to the now vicious digs of his prick into Hilda's hot tight flesh that was grinding up to him again. Both pussies were milking him at once, Esther's on his driving tongue and Hilda's on his dynamite stick. Oh Jesus! There'd never been anything like it! Not even Cicero or Caesar could have felt anything more depraved or lascivious than this!
Suddenly Esther mashed his head into her writhing, gyrating belly-dance-grinding pussy so hard that he thought he'd lose his breath, but he managed to keep his nostrils free except for cunt hairs. "AHH... AHHHHHHHHHH... AHHHHHHHHHHH..." She chanted a climbing wail so inhuman that Patrick felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. His cock seemed to rise too, and swell to monstrous size inside Hilda's seething cunt. Esther was getting a lesson from a prize pupil that she'd long needed to learn, and Hilda was getting a man who could hold out long enough to satisfy her voracious, amoral pussy that only wanted to fuck and fuck and fuck!
Patrick rammed it into both sets of cunt flesh with furied abandon and suddenly choked and burbled his own too-long restrained tidal wave. Like a long wave of applause with the faces going on and on, like human wheat stalks, they moved in ripples by his power. The power was surging out now in great gushes, and the roar in his ears was deafening. He pumped it out freely, and the thick sperm-laden cum fluid spewed out in great roars to echo inside the absorbent cunt-flesh. On and on he spent his all, his gifted tongue not forgetting that Esther still moaned that he not leave her too soon.
At long long last there were only a few spatters of applause, and he felt his cock, weary and exultant, pulse a few more jets of dying power, and he was still. Esther had fallen away and lay senseless a few feet from his open-mouthed curly red head.