and Sybil sucked and enjoyed his cock and mine at the same time.
Jerry suddenly let out a shriek and pulled his cock out of Sybil's mouth and running around behind her, he laid down his face at her ass and started licking at her asshole. He put his hand into her pussy together with my cock. The leather around my cock was excruciating. It was so tight I couldn't come. There was so much blood that the come couldn't come out so it stayed hard like a rock as I pounded deeper and deeper into her cunt.
His hands were in there too, feeling my cock as I fucked away at Sybil. His hands covered with juices as she flowed out coming and coming. He took the juices and rubbed them all over her ass and up her slit. He shoved his fingers up her ass preparing it for his huge, giant, throbbing prick and shoved it up her ass. The two of us fucked her. We were doing it in both of her holes. And as I went up her cunt and Jerry went up her ass, the two of us could feel each other's cock through the membranes, that thin layer of flesh that separated our cocks from her cunt and her asshole.
The two of us were fucking each other too, as we fucked her. My hands were beginning to hurt, killing me from the tight ropes, my fingers exhausted from pinching her tits, my nipples hurting from her pinching me… I was going from Salome's sounds as she kept sucking on Edie and Edie moaning and groaning as she licked on her own nipples and pulled herself behind us.
We were fucking Sybil, in and out, gyrating our bodies, moaning. The ecstasy was incredible, the pain practically beyond awareness because of the total joyfulness that was going on. We were all exploding in a frenzy of passion and newness. The thrill and excitement of what we were doing was beyond anything imaginable.
My sperm catapulted out of me in giant flashes of exploding globules of cum. I could feel Jerry's cock as it too sent flying thick white seeds of love juice into Sybil's rubbery asshole. I could feel his pounding cock against my own prickhead, both pulsating against each other, sending hot juices into our respective channels of heat and pleasure.
Our new sexuality, our new turn-ons, our new loving styles. We all lay there, arms intertwined, legs flapping over each other, heads resting and bellies heaving. We all lay there, in ecstasy, in love, in joy. Stanton, Jason's 'house', our way of life, we lay there joyfully thankful that this was ours. Not one of us would give it up, not for anything. Life was too good this way and we all knew it.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
SCHOOL IN REVOLT
There were beautiful elm trees at either side of the circular drive, the leaves swaying in the breeze, the sky as blue as a blue jay's chest, small white cotton balls dotting the horizon here and there, the sun bright and yellow. The day as beautiful as any day could be. No one would imagine the intensity of the drama going on inside that red brick building, that ivy covered, old and traditional place, there at the head of that circular drive. The sun beating on it, the trees swaying, shading its windows, keeping the high-ceilinged rooms cool and comfortable regardless of the weather, regardless of the heat, no one could imagine that majestic looking building where dramas were ensuing, where tramas were erupting with excitement.
Sybil and I had been called to a meeting at the school by Jerry and Edie. We were very nervous and upset. We kept talking about what could possibly be going on now, but realized we were talking in circles just upsetting ourselves even more with our wild imaginations.
Sybil was terrified that everybody had decided to fuck only with animals. But as soon as she said that she laughed realizing that that couldn't be possible.
She then was afraid that the children would be involved in very dangerous sado-masochistic behaviors and hurting each other. Every time she spoke she frightened herself even more with her fantasies of what children at the school had decided, of what Edie and Jerry had called us to a meeting for.
I had a worse fear, I was afraid that the community at Stanton was falling apart. I imagined that the children had decided with all of this excitement due to the strike, that the loving open sexual freedom within the community was too much for them. I was afraid the children had decided to withhold themselves from the adults and perhaps even from each other. I was really afraid that the decision was to go back to the way other people lived. Tight, closed, unresponsive to each other; judgmental, terrified of letting their bodies be free, terrified of the pleasures of flesh. I was truly afraid that this was what they would say.
But both Sybil and I decided that we wouldn't talk about it any longer. We would just get there and hear what the meeting was called for. We would get there and hear in reality, what it was all about. Again we had made the decision not to call Jason. Jason was quite old and we didn't want to upset him any more than was necessary. Deep in my heart I prayed that we were called to the school merely to witness another show, or to be involved in some interesting new technique the sexologist had decided to teach the children. Deep in my heart I prayed that it would be something simple and pleasurable.
As I pulled on the emergency break and withdrew the keys to the ignition, my heart stopped. I could feel my mouth getting very dry. I realized how upset I was. My body was responding to the nervousness and tension within me. I automatically reached to take Sybil's hand and we slid out from the car together from the passenger's door.
We looked up at the awesome building, that beautiful building bought with Jason's money, money that Jason had earned and worked so hard for with only one purpose, to develop a community of loving, open, caring sexual behavior. We looked up at that building and with a deep sigh walked up the steps towards the impressive double front door. We pulled on the brass chain at the side of the door and could hear the gongs echoing inside the huge foyer.
I could imagine George, the butler, all around handy man and friend to all the kids, as he came out from around the back of the huge circular staircase towards the doors so that he could usher us in. And as I imagined it would be, George opened the door with a huge smile on his face.
'Now don't you two worry, I know a little bit about what's going on, but so far I think it's really OK. Now don't you two worry,' he said again patting Sybil's shoulder. The two of us sighed with such tremendous relief. If George said it was OK, if George was not too concerned, than neither were we.
We looked up to see about twenty kids walking down the huge circular staircase. They were walking very slowly as though in a procession. One boy had a drum as he led the procession down the stairs and he was drumming very slowly. Boom. Boom. Boom.
The others were following one step at a time in rhythm with the beat of the drum. They were all wearing white Indian type looking long dresses, except for two who were being carried above the heads of the others, held up high by ten pairs of arms. Each body raised above the circular staircase, winding down towards the foyer towards us. They formed two groups in front of us, ten in each group with one nude body held high above their heads.
As they stood in the foyer, Jerry and Edie began to speak to us. They were among the first couples in each of the two groups of ten.
Jerry spoke first, 'Tony, you know how much we love you and how we've welcomed you into our community… We feel you are as much a part as any of us even though you've been here such a short time. You've been wonderful to us and we appreciate everything you've brought us and all the joys and pleasures we've been involved in together.'
'Sybil, there is no need for us to speak. You know how we feel about you. You're the mother to all of us. You're the perfect woman image to all of us. You're the bounty of the earth, the food, the water, the air and the sunshine. You're mother love. You're perfect and we adore and worship you. You know that. And because of all the feelings we have towards you and George, Jason and towards all the other mothers and fathers and wonderful men and women in our community, we've come to a very firm decision.'
'The two bodies you see held high by us are symbols of purity and love and tenderness and joyfulness – the symbols of our community and we'd like the two of you to join with us in every thing that we do so that you can sanction, so that you can be part of, so that you can in a way give permission to us to continue our lifestyle as we've decided to continue it and to join us in continuing it this way.'
Sybil and I looked at each other and realized that there were no words that we could say. We also realized
