off!'
My hands were on her head pulling on her ears, on her face, I pulled her up to me and started kissing all the juices off her face, licking and eating and sucking on her – her face, her nose, her mouth.
John was laying there prostrate. He couldn't move. 'I've never come like that in my life,' he was saying. 'I've never exploded like that in my life.'
His hands were over his cock. He was breathing very heavy. His heart was beating so fast I could see it bouncing against his chest as I held Lucy in my arms. Sybil came over to us and took us around and pulled us down on the bed next to John. We lay there relaxing, just quiet, totally exhausted.
Sybil began stroking Lucy's body. 'Lucy baby, Lucy baby didn't come did she. Lucy baby sucked off John and made John very, very happy. And Lucy baby sucked off Tony with her cunt and with her mouth and made Tony very, very happy. But Lucy baby didn't get hers yet, did you baby. You didn't come off yet, did you baby,' she said, her hands stroking along Lucy's nipples, along Lucy's flat delicious belly, along Lucy's love triangle of blond curls. Sybil's hands went along Lucy's legs, stroked the beautiful walls of her inner thighs and her legs.
'Come on Tony,' Sybil said, 'come on John, Lucy baby didn't come off yet.'
Lucy was lying there with a beautiful look on her face. She let her own hands slide down to that beautiful cunt lap and she began caressing her own channel of love and kneading her own flesh, her fingers moving in and out of that pink slited cunt, her throbbing clitoris folded neatly between two pink lips, golden yellow hair surrounding it, her fingers going in and out, her fingers touching, pulling, examining, as Sybil continued stroking her body.
'Come on boys. Come on John. Come on Tony,' Sybil urged.
I buried my head on Lucy's chest, just sucking on her tits. First one and then the other, getting those little rosebuds of pink nipples standing up, getting them hard, getting them tiny and shriveled as I sucked on them.
Lucy began breathing harder, moaning slightly. Her knees fell apart, her feet touching each other. Her joyous cunt was standing out like a perfect flower, waiting.
I let my head go down towards Lucy's bellybutton, my tongue wet and hot as I went down sucking all the way, sucking and nibbling on skin, my hands caressing her arms, my hands touching Sybil's body as I moved along Lucy's. And then my head was there, its voyage completed. My head was where it wanted to be, between those hot thighs, those deliciously soft, white, pulsating thighs, my face right in that passionate pit, that thirteen year old musk dampened, wide opened pussy. The juices dripping, delicious! The smell of musk wafting up to me from between her legs.
She moved slightly towards me so that my mouth had a better grip on her entire cunt and I let my lips completely close around her cunt lips and the triangle and the hair. I burrowed my chin against her cunt bone and massaged her cunt bone with my chin, as I sucked at the lips and the hair. I opened the slit with my tongue, my tongue going into that cuntle valley, slowly, gently stroking each cunt lip, first one and then the other with my hot wet tongue, all the while my chin burrowing deeply and roughly into the bone of her cunt. I began nibbling at those lips, my tongue going deeper and deeper into that valley of hers. The soft flesh. The delicious pink valley of juices and passion.
Sybil had moved around so that she too could get a little. John had turned his body so that his head was between Sybil's legs and he was doing what I was doing, probably. I couldn't be sure, but I could hear Sybil giving him instructions again, and I tried following what she was saying.
'Put a finger up my ass John. Put one finger up my throbbing anus. Get it wet with my cunt juice John. Take your finger and put it in my cunt and get it all wet and full of cunt juice. Now move it down towards my ass. Now gently make circles around that delicious brown spot. Make circles and get it wet. Feel it throbbing up and down. Feel it moving and gently, gently get your finger up my ass, all the way up my ass.'
I was doing the same thing to Lucy. Stroking my finger around the anus. Spitting ray own saliva and her cunt juice all over her ass so I could get it in easily, when she shoved her body fast all the way down my finger as though she were fucking it and my finger was whipping in and out of her so fast I didn't know what happened.
Her body was whipping up and down, her cunt banging into my face as she sucked my finger with her ass. Going up and down her cunt in my face, my tongue going deeper and deeper into that hot channel when the juices sprayed all over me – those delicious juices!
I lifted my head so that I could watch Lucy. She was in ecstasy. She was pulsating, pushing her body all over the bed. She was coming and coming and coming, without even being touched. The come was so strong when my mouth was all over her sucking and sucking and she was finger fucking me with her ass. And I watched that gorgeous, delicious, youthful body of that child-woman lying there pulsating and shaking and trembling with her own coming.
Her fingers went down to her cuntle passage, again she wanted more. Her fingers were moving in and out, stroking, moving faster and faster and faster when I pulled at her fingers and said, 'No, not that. I'll suck you off again,' and my head buried itself into her cunt lips, my tongue circling her clit, circling around and around that hot prick, that baby prick standing there like a little mound, a little circle of joy.
She exploded in a frenzy just as Sybil did, the two of them moaning, 'I'm coming, I'm coming. I love it. I love it! Oh yes, yes, yes. Do it baby, I love it, I love it, I love it.'
John was moaning too. He was in ecstasy with the sounds and the movements and the spraying juices all over his face. I pulled Lucy up into my arms, her body still shaking and throbbing. I held on to her, a little child, a fantastic sexual passionate woman. I kissed her eyebrows and stroked her body, calming the pulsations, the frenzy of passion within her. I felt Sybil hugging me. Her tits against my back, her wet juicy hot cunt pressed up against my ass. I put my hand behind me so I could feel her and felt John hugging her. The four of us lay there in a passion of sweat and come juice, cunts smelling, cocks lying limp. Smiles on all our faces, joy was in the air.
John Barlow had made quite an entrance into Stanton. My editor had certainly checked in. I was glad he had come.
CHAPTER TEN
THE RITUAL OF THE VIRGIN
The entire stage was decorated in white. The walls were draped in white and there are white lilies, white carnations and even white orchids all around the room. Everyone in the room was very quiet and solemn. There were only about fifty people. The ritual of the virgin, as I found out, is a very special and very solemn experience. People come by invitation only.
Every few months when one of the children matures physically and emotionally to the point that penetration is desirable, such a ritual is staged. Tonight there were three virgins who were ready for penetration, ready to lose their flower of youth, ready to experience that voyage to ecstasy, that Apollo I to the stars, that magic carpet to total satiation and joy. Each of the children had been having oral sex for years and masturbating to climax or being masturbated to climax, but none of these three had actually penetrated or been penetrated.
I sat there feeling very tense, very excited at what I was going to be watching, something akin to a religious experience. The people who were part of this community, part of this house, felt that love and sex and the joy of fulfillment and pleasures of the body were religious, were really next to God because it is their way to be close to heaven and I couldn't fault them, I too was experiencing the feelings of merging with the stars and the moon and the heavens as my body floated in tantalizing frenzies again and again.
Lights came on stage with a red cast to them. There were three spotlights and in to these three spotlights stepped two boys and one girl. They were very beautiful children. They looked to be about eleven or twelve. Sybil later told me that one of the boys was only nine and the other two, eleven years old. They stood there just turning slowly so that we could all look at their bodies. The shoulders were firm, held high, the girls breasts were fully developed, her limbs long and lean, her belly held in, her hips jutting out towards the audience exposing that triangular furry bush, that heavenly entrance to her vaginal channel. I could imagine the softness in there, the heat in there. I could imagine the tightness. I wondered how her hymen would be broken and I twinged at the thought that she might have pain.
