round and full. Her pussy had been shaved, and my cock began to strain as I watched a glistening stream of her love juices slowly flow out from between the glass-smooth lips of her cunt, running down the inside of her thighs until finally the fleecy white rug beneath her darkened with her moisture. Next to Eve and directly across the circle from where I stood was the tall and willowly Jane; although she was pointed outwards toward the opposite side of the room, her low throaty moaning added to the already surging tide of my excitement. Another woman whose name I couldn't recall was next to Jane. Unlike most of the other women in the circle, she had her eyes open wide; she watched the men as they stared down at her, spreading her thighs wider whenever one of us looked up between her legs at the exposed pink flesh of her box. Viv was positioned next to her, her huge breasts resting deliriously against her chest, their almost perfectly round shape distorted under the crush of their own soft heavy weight. One of the men had slipped a pillow under her ass, forcing her pussy up in the air, her dripping-wet pink flesh displayed for everyone in the room to see. Just to Vivian's left was a woman named Carol, a big-breasted brunette. Like Jane, she was moaning at the pressure of her dildo; her hands were at her cunt, her fingers buried in her own wet softness, apparently attempting to push the diido deeper and deeper into her crotch. Her moans had turned into soft, throaty whimpering and, as her fingers moved inside of her, she would arch up, holding herself high up off the rug. Her cunt glistened bright pink, and I felt an almost uncontrollable urge to bury my mouth in her pussy, tasting the sweet sticky promise of her juices. Laura, a dark-complexioned woman with long black hair, was next to Carol, her legs open, the lips of her pussy jerking in tiny, involuntary convulsions around the hard surface of her dildo. Next to Laura was Melinda, whose magnificent body gleamed with a thin film of body oil. Her great breasts seemed to be trembling, and it was evident that she was quickly approaching the limits of her control. Pam's 'Big Sister,' Linda, was between Melinda and Ta-mara. Linda was the only woman in the circle who was speaking, her voice a soft, calm whisper, her words an endless litany of bizarre and erotic invitations to the men who stood over her. Her eyes were open, and a tight, tense smile played at her swollen, very-red lips.
Within the circle, Dianna and Pam lay on their backs, the tops of their heads only a few inches from the other. Both of the women were still blindfolded; neither said a word, both absorbing the soft, erotic sounds around them. The men moved around the outside of the circle, inspecting the women, occasionally kneeling down between spread-open thighs, peering up into the collective soft pink flesh of the living, fleshy toys. None of the men was speaking, each completely concentrating as he lost himself in his examination of the dripping pink pleasures displayed before him. The inspection continued for maybe fifteen minutes, none of the men touching the women forming the circle, but simply enjoying them with their hungry, greedy eyes. Finally Ron motioned to the other men with his eyes, and each of the men knelt between the splayed-open thighs of the woman nearest him. In perfect unison the men took the several individual control boxes and turned the small plastic knobs to 'on.' There was immediately the faint sound of a muffled, electronic humming, as the vibrators trembled into mechanical life. The women reacted to the sudden living pressure inside of them: Tamara moaned loudly, then arched up high above the rug, the lips of her cunt opening and closing around her burden; Linda's whispered invitations ceased at the first sound of the buzzing, her words turning into a wet, slow panting; Vivian was groaning loudly as Bob, kneeling between her thighs, twisted the knob of the control box back and forth, teasing her with the constantly changing intensity of the quick deniable movement. Carol's fingers were pulling at the lips of her pussy, pulling herself open, her huge breasts shaking as she twisted back and forth on the rug. Frank had her control box in his hands and discovered that a slow deliberate trembling excited her the most. Eve, whose tiny delicate features called to mind a small porcelain doll, appeared ready to soar into her climax. Ron was sitting between her knees, holding her control, watching her intently as she bucked up and down on the dildo buried within her. Barbara's whole body was trembling as her plastic cock came alive inside of her, her hands jerking over her body, her fingers playing at her mouth, then to her nipples, back to her mouth, then down between her legs; I watched her as she twisted and turned on the rug, a man sitting between her legs, two or three other men standing over her, watching appreciatively as she performed her squirming, writhing dance. Across the circle from Barbara, Melinda was groaning loudly, her spectacular breasts shaking in rhythm to her almost convulsive shaking. The heavy sweet scent of musk perfumed the room; the men remained silent as they watched the women struggle on the floor. The only sounds in the room being the music and the rnoans and the crackling of the fire and the almost-imperceptible muffled hum of the vibrators. And within minutes the moaning grew louder and louder until only the snapping of the fire broke through their increasingly urgent pleadings. Tamara, directly in front of me on the rug, groaned loudly and twisted to her right, grabbing at Samantha, her fingers grasping the woman's breasts. Tamara managed to keep her ass flat on the floor as she turned, her legs still spread, Bill remaining between her thighs, the vibrator still buzzing and humming deep within the convulsing vault of her pussy. Ted was still teasing Samantha with the white plastic prick, and the girl responded to Tamara's demands, lifting her head up, her open mouth finding Tamara's tongue. The two women squirmed together now, their breasts pressed together, their hands and mouths exploring the body of the other, their legs, all the while, keeping open, displaying the two white wires that snaked out of their cunts. At the opposite side of the circle and slightly to my left, Vivian had turned over onto her hands and knees. She held her fantastically curving ass high in the air, her thighs spread wide apart. Her wire fell from between the lips of her glistening cunt, arching just above the rug, and then trailing out behind her, disappearing into the small white box still held by Bob, who was now positioned between her ankles. Viv had turned to her left slightly so that her head was now over Carol, who was bucking up and down, evidently lost in the first swirlings of her orgasm. Vivian lowered her head to Carol's breasts, her tongue first teasing one nipple and then the other. Carol's groans grew louder and louder, the lips of her exposed, gleaming cunt convulsing open and then shut and then open again. Carol threw her arms around Vivian's neck, pulling her head down to her breasts, forcing Viv's mouth over her stiffly erect, bright-red nipples. Other women had turned to the writhing, shuddering flesh of their partners, and soon the circle became an otherworldly mass of arms and hands, grabbing and caressing; thighs spread wide, women discovering the taste and smell and climaxes of others, writhing and twisting and pleading. The men remained silent, watching the women with an almost touchable intensity. Barbara, Susan and Eve were locked together in a three-way embrace, their legs tangled in the wires that still dangled out from between their legs, their tongues and fingers darting into each others' cunt, their moans and whimperings reaching a crescendo together as they soared into their collective climax, their juices and demanding throaty whispers all merging together as all the while their men kept their fingers on the control knobs, all the while the white plastic ben-wa balls trembling in their boxes. All of the women in the circle were by this time prisoners of their orgasms, all of them locked together in one majestic all-encompassing climax. None of the men, however, seemed ready to relent in their electronic teasing with the vibrators, letting them run on and on and on, even as the hungry searching tongues and fingers licked and rubbed over and against the devices in the hot wetness of the open, jerking cunts. The buzzing of the dildos drove the women into a growing sexual frenzy, shuddering in desperation, screaming silently for release. As the women in the circle soared higher and higher into their wrenching shared release, Dianna and Pam, still blindfolded and on their backs, responded to the increasing movememt and sounds all around them. Dianna's hands had both disappeared under the thin blue gauzy material that had been draped over her body. Her knees were lifted and she had spread her legs open. The fall of the cloth failed to hide her cunt, and several of the men were watching as her fingers snaked their way between the lips of her wondrous pussy, dipping into her open, inviting entrance. A thin, glistening line traced the flow of her own juices as they overflowed from her cunt, streaming slowly down the inside of her thighs. She was moving her head from side to side, excited by what her ears and mind were telling her was happening all around the lusty circle. Someone had slipped a cushion under Pam's ass; her own hands had pulled her covering up over her waist, as her fingers found and then held open her young sweet labia. The pink of her pussy was bright and glistening and, like Dianna, her juices were flowing out from her cunt as the fingers of her other hand pumped in and out of the soft, trembling entrance. Then Laura, now on her hands and knees, the white wire trailing opt from between her legs, moved to Dianna, positioning herself between Dee's thighs. Laura's man, Ted, moved behind her, his hands still holding the control to her vibrator. Laura, her moaning having become a hoarse whisper, extended her hands, pulling Dianna's legs wider; quickly, she lowered herself, her mouth pressing hard against Dee's cunt. Dianna arched up, high off the surface of the rug, invitig her new partner into her hot damp lush-ness. Laura accepted the invitation enthusiastically, running her tongue over the pink flesh between the lips of Dianna's cunt. Dianna, her blindfold making her appear more and more vulnerable to the chaotic needs of those around her, gasped and arched up at Laura's invading mouth. Soft wet sounds of sucking welled into the throaty whispered moaning and demands of need. Sa-mantha, also on her hands and knees, crawled toward Dianna from the other side of the circle. She kept her legs open and her ass high in the air as she moved, exposing her pussy to those of us behind her. She reached out and pulled the transparent blue material from over Dianna's body and then lowered her face
