preliminary gesture of mounting passion. As our searching mouths were welded together, our tongues penetrated and struck sparks from the other's senses. To my surprise, her arms and hands did not even attempt to clasp me as evidence of mutual passion. As her firm high breasts were crushed against me, her hands dropped to where they could stroke and rub the perpetual erection which Teddy kept as a monument to his total devotion to her beauty. In a way this was her bizarre tribute to his hopeless adoration, for only in this way could she give physical repayment for his complete carnal worship.
With our mouths sealed by mutually clenching teeth and searching vibrant tongues, my hands dropped by automatic reflex to her superb coral-tipped titties. I felt and kneaded and squeezed them with a violence that under other conditions would have been brutally sadistic for me and terrible torture for her, but which now showed only our vicariously stimulated mounting passion.
As all our emotional reactions rocketed toward Nirvana, Sylvia and I contributed out instinctive rhythmic motions to the experienced stimuli which Teddy had been providing for us. With no conscious thought or effort I found myself pumping my huge stiff weapon in and out of the boy's hot firm asshole, as the perverse thrills urged me on toward climax and fulfillment with these bizarre playmates. Even as I stroked within his well-trained ass, I could feel the varying constrictions which provided the truly superb and different sensations of buggering this ardent and passion-driven child.
The exotic and perverse girl-doctor was writhing her hot juicing cunny across Teddy's loving and demanding mouth with an urgency and abandon that made human dignity pale and insignificant before the feral demands of brute instinctual urges. Her pelvis was surging and writhing and squirming in rhythmic patterns that provided labial and lingual stimuli all over the sensitive external areas of her vulva and drove her toward a volcanic orgasm.
Sylvia's hands were busily engaged in frictioning Teddy's permanently erect little dickey, providing him with continual pleasant feelings even though he was too sexually immature in physical development to experience an ejaculation or even the psychic surge of a dry orgasm. My hands were kneading and squeezing her full high breasts in time with our communal heavings, and my fingers teased and tugged at the dark pink nipples, keeping them turgidly erect and sensitized for when I clasped her whole upper torso to my chest in hugs of intimate closeness. And Teddy's hands were stretching down between his crotch and mine, weaving through the maze of hands, legs and cocks, to poke and penetrate excitingly up into my already greased asshole, giving me additional thrills.
My balls were drawn up tight against the base of my penis in a firm cremasteric reflex, indicating the strength of my mounting passion, the third orgasm I was to enjoy in just a few hours. The fact that I was thus able to out-do myself in this sexual performance was not evidence of increased physiological virility on my part, but solely of an unusual response to bizarre stimuli which aroused me emotionally as well as physically to these peaks. The sheer novelty of this unique mixture of homosexual activity and heterosexual participation in the same tableau was the major factor in making this experience so fantastically erogenous and exciting to us all;.
I was now pumping frantically within Teddy's ass, and the storm of thrills were pouring over me in a cascade that nearly drowned me in unmitigated sensation. And the surrounding circumstances added to the violence of my feelings and reactions. I knew that my cock would be erupting again very soon, and I knew that my coming orgasm would be wonderfully different and rewarding.
Sylvia dragged her mouth away from mine, interrupting our long and passionate kiss during which our tongues had delved and found an intimate bliss that I would not have believed possible for myself with any woman. Her eyes were alight with fiery abandon, reflecting the quivering passions which seared and shook her whole glorious body. With shuddering breath she gasped, “I can't hold out much longer. I'll be coming any second now. Can you do it with me so we'll go off together for Teddy?”
“Any time now,” I panted hoarsely. “I've been waiting for you, but this is it. Let's pay our tribute to Teddy's virtuosity together right now.”
Again our mouths were glued together in mutual seeking and giving of this wild uninhibited passion, as all three of us let ourselves go into total ecstasy of physical excitement. I could feel powerful shudders of orgasm vibrate through Sylvia's body just as my ass-buried cock throbbed and pulsed in pumping my semen into the exotic and delighted little boy who had led us all down this bizarre bypath of eroticism.
I could feel his anal sphincter clenching tightly around my pistoning prick as he milked every drop of my seed from the injecting weapon. And I could see that his avid mouth was holding Sylvia's enspasmed cunt tightly by suction so that he could hold her whole passionate response for himself as it figuratively poured from her heated oozing pussy.
So knowledgeable and experienced was young Teddy that he kept our passions surging long after I would have stopped. His superb control of his ass around my cock provided me with every possible extension of my thrilling orgasm, and his oral caresses to Sylvia's pussy were so delicately attuned to her fluctuating tensions that she achieved every available iota of her passion in satisfying response.
But at last we had to stop for we could attain and hold these peaks of passion for only so long, even under the inspired tutelage of this fantastic young impressario. Reluctantly I eased my sagging prick out of his so well trained tube, just as Sylvia regretfully raised her steaming pink bare vulva from off his adoring face. I helped her down off the table where she had been kneeling, and Teddy scrambled down by himself. He hastened to get some warm water and towels to lave and dry our passion-soiled genitalia as a final evidence of his wish to give the utmost in service as well as pleasure to his love-goddess and her associates. I congratulated him from the bottom of my heart on his ideas and their execution, and thanked him most warmly for allowing me to participate in this most unusual and satisfying orgy. What had started out to be merely a means of wasting time while my child-victim, Susie, recovered sufficiently to endure her third rape by me, had turned out to be a truly memorable interlude, and one in which I had learned a lot, not only about myself and my desires, but also about the almost infinite possibilities of sexual indulgence if one's companions and playmates were of an inventive and uninhibited nature.
Presently we were all lounging on the huge bed, relaxing after our strenuous exercises. Susie still slept soundly at one end, and even a casual glance revealed that the healing ointment was effectively doing its job of soothing and repairing the recent damages to her skin and bottom. Her breath no longer came in painful moans and I could see that sleep, the universal panacea, was indeed knitting up the raveled garments of her worn-out little body, and hastening her recovery. That she was just being prepared for another and even harsher ordeal she did not know, so her rest was undisturbed and more beneficial.
Suddenly a thought flashed across my mind, and I turned to Dr. Loriano. “Did you get John Murphy's nun- victim all repaired before you came in to join our party?”
She smiled ruefully as she answered, “Yes, I had just finished doing what I could in first-aid for the girl when Teddy called me. It will take a long time for the nun to fully recover, if she ever does, but I've done all that I can for now. The rest can be taken care of when he is through with her. She has a lot more to suffer for his pleasure before her ordeal is through.”
“What kind of things did he do to her?” I asked, for John's hatred and fear of religious symbols could carry him to terrible extremes if it got out of control. The fact that he had to torture a girl disguised as a nun, so that he could get sexual pleasure out of her, was an odd projection of his own guilt-feelings, wherein sexual activity was so frightening to his basically religious nature that he had to punish a representative of his religion before he could indulge in sex with any pleasure or effectiveness.
“I shouldn't be talking about another member's oddities of sex behaviour,” Dr. Loriano confessed soberly. “But since John is your friend and the man who introduced you here at The Club, and since you saw the start of his sexual torment of the nun-girl, I suppose it is all right if I tell you some of the things he did to her.
“You saw him start burning her nipples and breasts with the candle while you both were eating dinner. Well, he went on much further with that type of torture, for the symbolic nurture of a mother's milk and the spiritual nourishment which religion supplies for the soul, are all mixed up for him. He scorched and seared the skin covering all of both her lovely breasts, and then he squeezed and bit them viciously while he was raping her partly burned virgin cunny for the first time. I will have to do a lot of skin-grafting on her breasts when he is finally through with her, if she is ever to look normal there again.
“For his second attack on the girl, he pulled her legs wide apart and then tied them up to where her wrists were bound to the cross to which you saw her affixed. This distorting pose was extremely painful, as you can imagine, for it partly dislocated both her hips and fully exposed her pussy and ass to his tortures before he went about fucking her most cruelly and brutally. He used up several more candles burning her whole external pelvic region to make sure that his screwing would be horribly agonizing for her, when he got around to it.
