masturbate and pull on themselves.
Then the boy suddenly took his head from between her legs and lifted her in his arms. The other five boys helped, holding her by her ass and back and as though she were a doll, they held her with her legs spread apart, her cunt wide open and dripping wet, ready, ready for that hot cock.
The boy stood between her legs, the others were holding her. She was parallel to the floor, her head thrown back, her hair long and straight, she looked gorgeous. Her tits were standing up in the air, her legs spread wide apart, her arms wide apart, the boys still sucking on her fingers and toes, still stroking her and touching her and holding her up.
They moved slowly towards the boy between her legs. His cock was extended away from his body, sticking out like a round rod, sticking out like a diviner looking for water, only this diviner was looking for hot pussy, hot juice that would encircle his cock and bring him to joyous explosions of love and frenzy and excitement.
She was screaming, 'Put it in, put it in, I need it now, I want it! Fuck me. Puck me! Put it in!' as he moved towards her, that hot rod, that prick standing out waiting.
She was perfectly positioned, her cunt heading straight towards that tip, the head of that joy stick, as they moved forward with her body. Closer and closer until suddenly the tip of his cock was in her cunt, in that valley of joy, the cunt lips encircling the tip. They moved her back and forward very slowly and very gently.
She screamed, 'More! More! I want it now, it doesn't hurt. More! More!' and they moved her forward another inch and then back.
By now he was screaming, 'Give me that pussy! Put me in it, I want it around my cock. Give it all!' but they wouldn't move any faster.
They moved her body slowly, inserting the cock in another quarter of an inch and back. You could see his cock glistening with her cunt juices where her cunt had encircled his cock. You could see the juices dripping down her leg. She was coming and coming without the penetration. She was coming from the excitement.
The juices were dripping down to the floor, her hair floating from her movements. The boys holding her were still sucking and touching her and they moved her forward again onto that hot rod waiting for her. This time they kept moving her forward until she screamed, 'It's happened, it's happened, he's in, he's in!'
They moved quickly now, moving her forward and back battering rod against a doorway. Her cunt encircled the cock and the cock pressed into her. The boy took her around her waist, her legs encircled his waist and the other boys let go. The two of them stood there fucking. She was thrusting into his body, pushing towards him and away, towards him and away, moving her ass in and out like a piston in a perfectly oiled machine. And he too moved, his ass going back and forth as his cock pressed up into that valley, as his cock was encircled by juices of hotness and steaming pussy.
He threw his head back in a screech. 'Ahhh… Ahhh! I'm coming… I'm cooommming.'
Then she too, her head thrown back and digging her nails into his back, her teeth mashing and screaming, 'I'm cooommming!'
The two of them were all over the floor and continued pulsating, pressing, moving, fucking, they couldn't stop.
His fourteen year old cock was hard again. His semen deposited in that vessel for the first time, her cunt walls feeling the hot sperm juice for the first time. She was purring in joyous ecstasy.
Then she screamed to the audience, 'He fucked me, he fucked me. He's in me. I love it, I love it! Why did I wait so long!'
And all around me people were probably thinking, why did they wait so long, as they stripped their clothes from their bodies arid began plunging their cocks into waiting cunts and plunging cunts against waiting mouths.
Everybody was undulating their bodies towards easy other dancing rhythmically to the music still playing. They were hugging and kissing, fucking and sucking and the three virgins en stage were at it again, there was no stopping them. There was no stopping these little babies. There was no stopping teenage cocks, they rise and fall like elevators, elevators that ran by electricity, elevators that never stop. The cocks rise and rise and rise again and stay hard forever – days and months and years. The joyous pleasures of the body manifesting all around me. The fucking and the sucking and the loving.
I lay there, my cock limp. My sperm deposited in Sybil's throat. My body heaving with excitement of the blow-job she'd just given me. My mouth spread with her cunt juice. My face smiling. My eyes dancing. My entire body twinkling. I looked over to see John. He was still with Lucy and his cock, too, hung limp between his legs at half-mast. I could imagine the working over he had gotten. There were two other girls stretched across his body, their tits dangling against his legs, their faces smiling. He must have done them pretty good.
Mr. amp; Mrs. Garvey had two babies on their laps maybe five or six years old. They were still stroking each other. Everybody was lying in heaps. Cunt and cock juice spread over their bodies. Some were laughing, others dancing. It was another joyous evening at The House.
The ritual of the virgin had taken place before my eyes and I could only think how beautiful this whole world is. How wonderful to fuck and suck and experience these feelings without any problems, without any guilt. How wonderful it is to have cunts pulsating and cocks throbbing and fabulous excitement to look forward to. The community of love had won me completely.
And I knew as I lay there with Sybil's cunt juice on my face, her tits against my chest, her arms around me, that I was never going to leave Stanton. I had come for a story, but I had found a life. A life that I couldn't ever leave. Old Angus responded to my thoughts as he started moving up my belly again, started pulsating against the hairy turf of my prick bed. He started moving and like a bloodhound on the hunt, Sybil smell ed the rise, her face bent down, her tongue darted out to the tip and I felt that hot wet tongue circling my prick head. My body heaved, I smiled as I grabbed her by the ears and hair and shoved her head all the way down.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
MOTHERS AND DAUGHTERS
By now I was surely convinced that Jason and his friends had the right idea about life. Sybil and I were totally joyful with each other. We found adventure and thrills in every moment. We ran through the woods, rode horseback and swam. We drove through beautiful countryside, had picnics and made love at every possible moment, in every possible place and in every imaginable way. We met wonderful people and always had fabulous times. Edie and Jerry were good friends of ours, and we visited with many of the other couples who were all members of The House.
My editor had left Stanton promising that our secret would be well kept. My story was finished. In reality I too could have returned but that was impossible for me. Now that I had tasted life as part of Jason's 'house', could never live anywhere else. I had determined to make a home for myself in Stanton. Sybil and I were inseparable and we planned to be married as soon as possible. I'd never been happier anywhere in the world, or with anyone else. Life was truly a bowl of cherries.
There was always whipped cream for the cake, always some event occurring that enveloped me in heights of sexual adventures. Tonight was another such thrill and we were all looking forward to it.
Jason had initiated the Mothers and Daughters Ritual about ten years earlier.
'Tony, I felt that if our families were to truly believe that sex and love were inseparable, then everyone in the families should be totally involved in lovemaking. When mothers and daughters team up to make love with someone, that is truly a sign of togetherness and family closeness. No two people are as close as mothers and their daughters. They even have a psychic pull between them.'
'It's been proven that mothers and their teen-age daughters can read each others minds and be totally tuned into each others psyches. So, as you'll see tonight, when mothers and daughters love together, there is no greater thrill. They act as two drops of water both part of one wave, totally in rhythm with each other, totally syntonic with each other. It's a joy to witness.'
Jason certainly had a way with words and I was looking forward to the rhythmic dance of love that was planned for this evening.
