fast that dog moved on the screen and I was pounding and pounding wanting my seeds in her ass just like those dog's seeds had invaded that beautiful teenager's cunt.
I pounded away, my cock huge, my cock so excited it was bursting. But not wanting to lose anything, not wanting to stop, I reached below and grabbed Sybil's tits and drove my cock hard up against her asshole, deeper and deeper into her rectum. I could feel the rubbery sides pulling on my prick. I could feel the muscles contracting over and over.
'Oh yes, oh yes, I want you up my asshole,' she was screaming as she was holding onto the dog's ears and pushing his face further and further up her cunt.
It licked my balls. I could feel my balls pounding and pounding against Sybil's cunt and against the dog's face as it lapped away.
'Yes Tony, yes, I'm coming, I'm coming.'
And she didn't stop coming. It was one huge orgasm with her asshole passage contracting, her rocking buttocks beneath me moving, gyrating, writhing as I pounded deeper and deeper into her hot rubbery passage. Her come was all over the floor. Her come was drowning the huge dog. I could feel her come on my balls and in between my legs. I could feel the stickiness of it. Her tits were so hard and firm, her nipples between my fingers going crazy, getting tighter and tighter.
It was mind-boggling. The impact was incredible. I love sex and I get excited and crazy and I enjoy, but I had to admit this was different. This had taken us to a height or pitch that we hadn't known before. Maybe because it was new. Maybe because it was different. I didn't know why. I just wanted to enjoy Angus inside that hot asshole. I just wanted to grab Sybil's tits and hold on to them for ever and ever and I wanted to feel that dog's tongue on my balls as he sucked and licked and buried his face into Sybil's cunt, touching my balls every once and a while.
'Ahhhh! Ohhhh!' I could hear myself screaming as my own loveseeds started releasing into that channel of heat, gyrating and pulsating muscles.
'Yesssssssss!' Sybil started screaming as her come struck again and again against my legs, flying out against the dog's face. She was holding on to his head for dear life not wanting him to ever stop.
Angus was exploding. 'Me too, me too!' I was screaming. 'I'm coming, I'm coming,' as he dropped his load of white semen up that asshole passage.
Bobbing up and down against her ass, I was unable to stop my bodily movements. My seed already implanted in her ass, Angus already diminishing back to his resting place, I couldn't stop moving. I couldn't stop.
The scene all around me. Dogs sucking cunt. Girls screaming, 'I'm coming, I'm coming. Yes! Ahhhh, ohhhhh!'
The noises, the lust, the gay abandonment. Betty and Phil on the bed sucking each other and the dog running back and forth to suck Betty's cunt from under Phil's mouth and then to suck Phil's cock from under Betty's mouth. The dog was going crazy trying to find a way in, but they held their heads tight between each other's legs sucking on each other as the dog ran around licking on their asses, licking their backs and faces and trying to burrow his face in between their own mouths.
I watched all this as I straddled Sybil's ass, my cock still within her, my juices flying around me inside of her hot ass channel. The dog was still being held tight to her cunt as he licked gently taking all the come away. She couldn't come any more and she kept his face from her clit. It was so sensitive, so inflamed from all her coming. We both laid down together, side by side.
The dog hadn't tired at all. He was licking all the come that he could get from between her legs. He cleaned her pussy hairs and he cleaned her belly. He licked her face and he licked mine. His cock was huge and was hanging out of his shaft, red and slippery and shiny, just like the dog on the screen.
And as he was licking he must have zoned in on something because he suddenly turned and ran to a girl who was lying on her back, her legs spread apart, her delicious cunt waiting to be filled. She was screaming, 'Suck me suck me, somebody suck me.' But she didn't get sucked, she got the huge dog cock shoved right up her twat as she lay there.
Several of the kids ran around to watch it more closely and that huge German Shepard pounded his body, his brown hairs enveloping the little girl as he pounded deeper and deeper in to her. We could imagine that red slick prick as it was encapsulated within her throbbing twat, as it was covered with her come juice.
Her screams, 'I'm coming, I'm coming,' didn't stop him. He kept gyrating and pounding further and further into her, pulling and pulling on his own ass, pulling it in towards her, his balls pounding against her thighs.
We lay there watching. I had Sybil's tits in both my hands, my cock between her legs. She was totally satisfied, totally satiated. Kissing her ears and her shoulders we watched the dog pounding its hot come in to that young delicious hot waiting pussy.
'Oh Sybil,' I said, 'will we fall apart. Will the debauchery and the lust and the abandonment and the looseness that's occurring make us fall apart.'
Sybil turned so that she lay within my arms face to face, her cunt still moving. I could feel it pulsating against my belly as she pressed close to me.
'Tony, darling, there's too much love in our community. There's too much sex, too much joyfulness, too much pleasure for us to ever, ever loose what we have. I think the kids just proved something to us. They proved that what ever we do and what ever happens, we still care about each other. Just look around.'
And she was right. Girls and boys were lying in each other's arms. The dog had dropped his hot steamy sperm within her cunt and had stopped. He was gently licking between her legs again cleaning her, eating all of her come juices in her cunt as well as his own sperm, licking her hairs and her belly. He was tonguing her as a mother cat tongues her kittens. It was quite tender and warm.
'Look around Tony,' she said and I looked at smiling faces, satiated bodies and I thought, Jason's house will never fall down. What ever we add to it, what ever we bring to it, it will just be more strength for us.
I smiled, my chest feeling lighter, my back looser, tensions gone for me, the worries that I felt when we drove up to The House – gone! And as though Sybil read ray mind she said, 'Yes Tony, me too. I'm not worried about Stanton anymore. I'm not worried about Jason's house anymore.'
She kissed me on the lips, her tongue darting between my teeth and I swelled with such a warmth and a passion for this woman that I love arid adore. I swelled against her body as I held her tight within my arms.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
STANTON QUIETS DOWN
As if we didn't have enough to discuss in our community, further developments complicated our lives even more. Everyone was very concerned with the new sexual practices of the babies, as we all called them. Sybil and I were campaigning, to convince the adults that it would all be alright. We were ourselves sure that no one was going to get hurt, arid that it was merely another form of loving. We admitted that there was a lot more lust and lack of emotion involved, but we also felt that the excitement, the added passion, the turn-on of new practices made it alright. The end justifies the means, we felt.
In addition to the problem of this conflict, John Barlow sent us the edition of his magazine carrying the first of five parts of Stanton. Of course, Stanton was not named and everyone's identity was concealed very well, but everyone was in an uproar. The front cover screamed in huge red letters: SEX FOR EVERYONE FROM BIRTH TO DEATH AND ALL TOGETHER TOO.
I myself was rather pleased that John hadn't distorted the stories I had sent in to him. All of it was written in a non-judgmental true reporter's style. In fact, if anything the slant was towards the joy and pleasure of this town. The implicit message in the story was that 'the people in this town had found a better way to live'.
The headline was a downer for most of us, but when we got to read the material and the real message of this first chapter in the story, we all felt better.
There was so much talk, talk, talk, about what we were doing, how the kids were changing things, how the story would change our lives, that Jason felt we had to 'do something instead of talking so much'.
