Chapter 2
I diddled her beautifully exposed little clit and she went right out of this world ... into orbit somewhere out in the asteroid belt. I'd forgotten how really wild her action was once she really got winging, and before I could claim any sort of control, she had rolled me over on my back and was riding me like a Cossack, touching ground first on one side, then on the other ... and then, before I could begin to get my rocks off, it was all over.
Three pairs of hands grabbed her and lifted her right off my prick and left me fucking the air with my soaking-wet dong sticking up like a ghost town telegraph pole.
I said, "For Christ's sake!" and that was nothing to what Darlene was saying as the other girls dumped her wriggling, squirming body across the foot of the bed and held it there. A lot of the talk around my school consists of the classic four-letter words ... shit, fuck, prick, cunt, like that ... but it was mild stuff compared to what the girls evidently used in the select seminary for incipient young ladies they attended.
I heard things like "syphilitic turds" and "urinating sub-human cretins" and "scrofulous pissers" and a whole string of curses guys just don't use but which rated respect. Darlene was still coming and both hands were working busily in her tight little cunt while she swore at her tormentors.
Francie began to look scared but Laurette took charge. She said, "Pull her paws out ... I'll snap her out of it."
The girls obeyed and the beautiful little spade pushed her legs wide apart and poked her head into my oldest sister's suffering pussy and ran her tongue right up into her hole. Darlene's curses turned to moans at this sweet treatment and while I propped myself up to watch, Laurette gave me a side-look out of her big, tilted black eyes and then she winked.
She pulled her tongue out of Darlene's cunt and it was white with pussy-juice, which she lapped from around her mouth as well ... and then she flashed her double row of white teeth as she dug her head back into Darlene's cunt. Only this time the tunnel of love was not her target.
Instead, she seized my redheaded oldest sister's up-front clit between her teeth and bit it, first gently, then hard. Darlene's moan of gratification became a shrill yip of anguish as the black girl shook her head back and forth, pulling poor Darlene's button with it.
Darlene's lovely legs began thrashing wildly around and her screams got louder, ending only when Laurette opened her mouth and released her. The black girl got up then and gave Darlene a hard slap right on the nubbin of delight she had just been so busily chewing.
Anita had been watching the action curiously, as if it were an irresistible basket of fruit, but little Francie had not been wasting time. Even before Laurette got her teeth into the act, she had dive-bombed my exposed cock and was giving it a working over with her own lips and tongue ... but not, praise Allah!, with her sharp little teeth.
Laurette and Anita didn't see what the baby of the party was up to until Darlene subsided, shocked back to sanity by the black girl's bite ... but then they made up for lost time and pulled her off my prick so hard the momentum dumped her on her sweet little butt on the floor over against the wall.
I said, "God damn it, what's the idea?" I was beginning to boil over at being interrupted in my pleasure twice in a row.
Anita said, "We had a little game worked out ... but I guess we got a little excited."
I grabbed the base of my dong and waved it at them and said, "You're excited? ... what about me?"
They got together then and half-pulled, half-lifted me off the bed and hustled me back to the big room, where they had got the fire crackling in the great stone fireplace. If you've never been pushed and pulled along by four beautiful naked girls whose sole purpose is to get your cock into their juicy little cunts ... well, all I can say is try it the first chance you get.
The whole world became bouncing bubbies and buttocks and soft little bellies and laughing lips and long-lashed eyes loaded with lust ... and I felt like the Grand Turk himself on a fiesta night in his hairy harem. They had piled all the carpets on top of one another in front of the big stone hearth and tossed a half-dozen cushions around on top of the soft platform thus created.
Darlene, who was back with the rest of us after her rudely interrupted trip to outer space, said, "We decided we'd have to work out some sort of system to share you, darling Jeff, so we decided to play a sort of Judgment of Paris ... with your wonderful cock as the prize."
"How do you like them apples, Shirley?" said Laurette to no one in particular.
I remembered the myth ... Paris must have been the first beauty contest judge in all of prehistory, with three goddesses offering him their most lavish gifts. And when he gave the apple to Aphrodite in return for the cunt of Helen of Troy, he brought on the Trojan War we've all been stuck with reading about in school.
It seemed to me, I was in a lot better shape ... with four-count 'em-not three-young goddesses and the only war in prospect a set of sweet combats any red-blooded teen-age kid like me would gladly give his eyeteeth to engage in. Talk about sitting in the catbird seat ... !
Anita said, "The thing is, you choose us all, but in order ... and that's the order you continue until the others get here tomorrow and the real gang-bang starts."
Laurette said, "If I'd known I was going with such a bunch of gun-tops, I'd have got into the act a lot sooner. I'm the only one who hasn't even tasted that good-looking prick."
Darlene snapped, "That's only because you haven't had a chance. Remember, I saw you trying to jack darling Jeff off in the front seat."
That marvelous flashing grin again and, "Shit, honey, you can't blame me for trying."
I decided it was time for me to take charge ... after all, I was sort of the prime piece being the only male on the scene. I said, "Okay, girls ... but if I'm going to make the choice, what have you each got to offer?"
Little Francie pouted. "But you know what we've got."
"Exactly ... and don't think I'm not crazy in love with all of you, because I am. But Laurette's got a point ... and I don't know what she's putting out with yet. So it's going to be Laurette first, because she hasn't fucked me yet, then Darlene because she hasn't finished her turn, then Anita, because she's been longest in dry-dock, then you, Francie, because I really dig that baby fat of yours, and by then I'll probably be needing revival treatment."
They took it ... hell, they had to, and the three of them sat down on cushions on the edge of the hearth to watch. I guess it's a good thing I'm used to crowded dormitory living and got started gang-fucking right away last summer or I might have blown the whole beautiful deal.
There was something awfully clinical about fucking Laurette for the first time with the others sitting there looking on ... a lot like being on an operating table in a surgical theater with the interns up in the circular gallery to see how it's done ... only these interns already knew at least as much as the surgeon.
Then I took my first good look at Laurette, naked ... things had been too busy for that before ... and I didn't have another idea in my head except that of sinking my cock into her cunt and grabbing hold of all that female satin loveliness.
Man, she was something to look at ... !
With the firelight on that milk-chocolate skin, her curves were enough to put a hard on a eunuch. If she had radiated sexiness with her clothes on in the car ... here, bare-arsed naked, you could multiply that by ten. Her boobs were as big as Anita's, but where Anita's were like grapefruit halves, Laurette's were cones ... sticking right out of the rise of her chest to a pair of nipples already erect as the tips on a pair of lances.
Laurette's waist was so thin I could almost put my hands around it and have my fingertips meet, and the way her pelvis blossomed beneath it made me think of Sophia Loren, only Laurette's was not quite that big. Right then I could not catch the curve of her buttocks, but I didn't give a flying fuck in hell ... the curve of her abdomen and the bulging mound at its base more than made up for it....
Her pussy was hairless, which was something new to me, and the cleft of her cunt ran right up into it, reminding me of Darlene ... except that her clit was not out in the open. But I could see the protrusion of lips like Francie's, only more so, where her coosie waited for me between the twin cylinders of her long, slender thighs.
Her tilted black eyes lost their laughter as we moved closer together, and the wonderful fullness of her mouth narrowed as our lips met. I fingered those cone-like boobs as our tongues kissed and slid my other hand down her back into her crotch as our bodies accommodated themselves to one another's and she dropped a free hand between our bellies to give my already aching prick a workout ...
This little black beauty might be a clown, I thought, but not when there was fucking to do ... fucking was evidently serious business with her.
Her long rapier-thin tongue leapt into my mouth like a springing snake and lashed around in my mouth wildly, while her wonderfully full lips, no longer narrowed, seemed to spread all over the lower part of my face and then to suck it into her head ... the damnedest, most crazily exciting kiss I had ever enjoyed.
Those cone-like brown breasts jutted like rocket-tops and drilled themselves right into my ribs and, downstairs, that sweet hairless pussy captured my cock and drew it downward into the already slippery crotch below, where it met my burrowing fingers head-on. Then she began bumping and grinding in a feverish samba, holding it clamped tightly in her creaming crotch with the top of it pressed against the lips of her cunt, bearing down on it with her stiff clit to get maximum sensation out of our vertical position.
The rich, musky aroma of her sex-sap, which I had already succumbed to in the car, enveloped us both and made the whole world sexy. It was terrific, but I was still hanging halfway up the wall after the coitus interruptus the girls had inflicted on Darlene and me and I had to poke my thing into her hot tunnel or go out of my mind.
Laurette was amazingly strong for a girl, but I got a leg behind hers and tripped her so that we fell to the pile of Indian blankets, still locked together on our sides. For a moment, the fall shook her up, and I took full advantage of her moment of shock to set up the beautiful game my way. I rolled her underneath and got up on my knees and grabbed her by the thighs and pulled her right up on my own, with her long dark-brown legs forking me on either side.
I wanted a good close look at what I was about to get into and there was her fascinating hairless cunt right in front of me with the purple orchid head of my rampaging prick just a fraction of an inch from its palpitating wide open lips!
Laurette really had a beautiful cunt and there was no powder-puff of hair to hide any of its succulent beauty. It was bright red against the chocolate brown of the rest of her beautiful body and actually glittering with her cream ... the clit sticking out of its drawn-back cover like a shining coral bead. With her lips wide apart, her tunnel of love lay open and seemed actually to wink at me as if inviting the assault.
Suddenly, she came out of her shock and her hands flashed downward and pressed my rigid cock right into the tiny subway entrance, so that the head of the orchid and about an inch of the stem disappeared from view. She tried to push herself onto more of it, but I was getting a charge out of the bird's-eye view of all that terrific sex machinery and held her back by pushing the insides of her thighs wide apart, wriggling to stir up the pudding in the mix master as I did so.
She was really wide open now and begging for more. Through clenched teeth, she said, "Jesus, Whitey ... you can do better than that."
She activated her cunt to match my action and, so help me, the labia snapped open and shut around it, producing a series of reactions I could no longer resist. Gripping her sleek thighs tightly to hold them almost at right angles to her body, I pulled her toward me slowly and watched my cock disappear to the hairs in that sweet, sopping wet subway of hers. As I got it all the way in, the labia snapped shut for a last time ... and stayed that way, effectually imprisoning a victim who had no desire to escape.
Quite the contrary....
If Laurette's tongue was like an adder, her body was that of a sleek brown boa constrictor ... sinuous, powerful, unpredictable. I released her thighs, and she spread her feet wide apart on the carpets and put her cunt into a crazy African dance with her rump gyrating wildly in the air a lot more of the time than it lay on the soft wool beneath us.
Talk about having it socked to you ... man, she really rammed it home. That hole of hers just didn't know when to quit.
With that kind of action plus the hung-up shape I was in already, it didn't take me long to get my rocks off ... besides, I usually shoot fast in a new hole. No two of them feel the same when your cock is roiling around inside them, and the variety gets different reactions thanks to different stimuli.
How to describe Laurette's terrific sex-piece...? Well, it was like being inside of a tight-fitting, beautifully lubricated, incredibly flexible piece of tubing ... maybe inside a snake would be a better description.
And it was alive, alive, alive ... her climaxes came so fast and so furiously that there seemed to be no letdowns between them. My rod was buried right in the sweet-succulent heart of all that action, and when the sperm came up from my balls and through my prick to explode far up in her guts, she trembled all over so violently that it must have registered tops on the Richter scale at Mount Palomar or wherever they keep it.
Her flow of fluid, combined with my jizm in her cunt, was so copious that I actually felt as if my prick was drowning. I tried to take advantage of the little time of slipperiness to give it some air, but Laurette was having none of that, thank you.
She thrust that terrific hairless pussy of hers right along with me and then locked me tight in the cage of her arms and legs with the tips of her brown cones digging into my flesh and that terrific sex-smell she exuded enveloping us even more.
"No you don't," she said, her voice grainy with the climax that was coursing through her. "You're sticking right with baby."
In seconds, the rubbery feeling caused by my sperm was gone, absorbed by her stickier sex-sap, and we were off to the races again. After a rocking, roily flurry to ensure the permanence of my erection, we settled down to a slower tempo, lying on our sides and savoring the sheer beauty of cock in cunt.
She smiled then as slow climaxes crept rather than raced through her quivering black body, smiled for the first time since we made our approach. "Now I know what Darlene's been shooting off her big mouth about," she said. "What you've got, darling Jeff, nobody else has ... at least nobody I've ever fucked."
My prick seemed to swell an extra half-inch or so in pride, and my head brushed those sweet little flanges at the gate of the womb that tell you, you're really in there all the way. Her eyes closed and again a climactic shudder rippled through her big-serpent body.
She said, "Whoo...! Delicious...! "
I just held it there, letting her do what she wished. And then other faces were in our world, the sweet sex-hungry faces of Darlene, little Francie, and Anita. They were crowding around us on their hands and knees, their breasts like the hanging gardens of Babylon.
"Has he come yet?" Darlene asked anxiously.
"Not yet, Darly honey," grunted my swinging brown partner. "We're letting nature take its course.'-'
We had rolled well away from the scene of our first orgasm, and Anita rubbed a finger in the wet spot we had left and then sucked on it. She cried, "Laurette's lying ... I can taste his semen."
I'll be double damned if they didn't pounce on us and give Laurette the same treatment they had given Darlene in my bedroom before the gang-bang got going. They literally pulled us apart.
I've got to hand it to Laurette. I expected a real wild fucker like that to go berserk when they pulled her off my joystick. For a moment, her black eyes flashed and she put up a struggle as the other three dragged her clear of my crotch with her scarlet cunt still yawning wide open from where I lay.
Little Francie cried, "You cheated!" and her halo of golden hair seemed to shoot sparks. Laurette just lowered a long sinuous arm and tousled it and grinned and said, "When a gal's got a real sweet prick like that in her cunt, she's got a right to cheat a little to keep it there."
Darlene said, "Now you know how I felt when you pulled me off, Laurette."
Laurette looked down at my still-stiff cock and said, without taking her eyes off it, "Darly-girl, it looks to me like you're wasting a lot of valuable time ... to say nothing of a lot of valuable prick."
Darlene literally leaped on me with her long dark-red hair streaming out behind her. She landed astride of me with her up-front cunt right on target, and I slipped my cock right into her slick sheath as if we had never been pulled apart.
Usually, my oldest sister liked to let it ride slowly ... but not this time. She was still hanging tight from our first interruption, and what she wanted most in the world was to complete that broken-off piece of tail ... or a reasonable facsimile thereof, since Laurette had taken that load of jizm in her own marvelously educated coosie.
When I realized what she was doing, I decided I might as well enjoy her to the utmost, since this one was obviously going to be a quickie. So I went ahead with the trick I'd been on the verge of doing when the other girls spoiled the act.
I took my right hand from her left buttock and dug it into her protruding clit. She stiffened and gasped and her eyes almost rolled out of sight, and then uttered a pathetic little mewling sound as all reason deserted her.
Then she crouched over me with her hands pinning my shoulders to the carpets under us ... and began working her cunt like a sex-crazed lunatic. It was as wild as fucking Laurette, only different. Darlene was as lithe as Laurette, but her orgasms were bumpy and further apart ... if not by much. Nor did she cream quite so lavishly, though there was plenty of pussy-juice flowing to grease the way.
She ground and rotated and, even when she paused to rest, she kept the action going by pulling her gut in and then relaxing it. Since her cunt was right up there, this did weird and wonderful things to both of us and, to get even more out of her, I took her clit between my thumb and forefinger and rolled it ... and for a final fillip, I gave it a quick little pinch.
This time, Darlene screamed and swayed so unsteadily that I thought she was going to pass out. But she bit her lip hard and hung on, flattening herself on me with each stroke, wriggling convulsively except when she was moving her body up or down and sobbing instead of breathing with the force of her released passion.
Finally, when I felt my time rolling up again, I took charge. I held her tight the next time she flattened her sweet little boobs against my ribs and rolled us over so that I came out on top. Then I bent her legs right back on her belly and pulled them wide apart so that she was helpless ... and then I began fucking her with long, slow strokes.
I could feel my loins churning with the impending come and pulled out slowly to help it along ... then rammed it all the way in and let her have the full load as far up inside her as I could reach ... which, in her case, was all the way. She lay there, lost in lust, kicking her heels on the carpets and beating them with the flats of her hands for minutes after I pulled my dripping dong out of her hole....