Her cunt right in my face. Stan's cum and her own hot juices dripping all over her twat hair and her legs. I ran my tongue from her asshole straight up into her still throbbing cunt and took her inflamed beet red clit into my soft and gentle lips, letting her clit throb in my inner lips, wetting it gently with my split and sucking slowly. She came again and again, in a tantric orgasm, wailing as her head hung backwards, down toward the floor, her long hair trailing on the bed at Stan's feet. Her delicious young smooth firm body in my arms. My hands warm against her ass, her legs wrapped around my neck, her pussy throbbing in my face.
I stepped away from Stan, she still hanging from me, still sucking on that firm virginal cunt and knelt on my knees, covering her entire body with kisses and licks and sucks. I nibbled at her tits and nipples, I stroked her body in wonder and awe. She was so white, so tight, so incredibly firm. I felt Angus harden again as I watched her throbbing body under my hands, her muscles still in spasms from her incredible orgasmic experience fucking Stan and being nibbled and sucked by me.
I turned her body over so that I could fuck her from behind and called to Sybil. Sybil knelt in front of my woman-child and took her clit between her lips as I plunged into her deliriously hot and tight pussy. Sybil sucked and I fucked this baby in our arms. Sybil's hands stroked the baby tits and belly and I stroked her ass and legs. Sybil's mouth sucked at her clit and cunt-lips and Angus massaged her vaginal walls and ass as he went in and out gently and slowly.
Again she screamed that scream of joy. Again her body was overtaken with an orgasm without end. I began throbbing myself and couldn't hold back anymore as I sprayed her cunt with my hot juices just as I'd sprayed her face and mouth only moments before. Sybil too was covered with the baby's come juice. I looked ahead to see that Jerry too was doing to his baby, what I was doing to mine. Edie was sucking at her clit, following Sybil's lead and Jerry was fucking her from behind. Stan was surrounded by several little girls all of them involved with him. One sucking, one with her cunt over his face, another eating his toes and others eating his hands.
Fathers and Sons was certainly a turn-on night at The House. We were all more than satisfied. I lay there all mixed up in Sybil's arms and the delicious girl-woman-baby on top of me, cunt juice and my own cum covering all of us. I knew that this event would surely be repeated and was glad I'd been part of starting something new at the 'house'.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
BABIES GO ON
I found out about it from Jerry and Edie, they were kind of the leaders of the young kids that were still in school. There was a general feeling of unhappiness running through the school. The kids were feeling that they were more an object of sexual pleasures than anything else. They wanted more emotions in their sex lives and they had decided that they would no longer participate in sexual activities with adults who just chose them as sex partners for the evening. It became a very complicated situation because adults who did not have children were now put in to a position of not having a partner to go to The House with. Adults who did have children, were not affected because parents and children were of course, intimately involved and these children did not feel upset.
The orphans at the school were especially upset because they had established relationships with many adults and with many other children and they wanted to maintain their sexual activities only with the chosen few who had emotional involvements with them. In essence, what the babies at the school decided was that in the future they were going to chose their special partners and they were not just going to participate in sexual activities with just anyone, as they had in the past. Also they decided that there was other kinds of sexual activities that they wanted to participate in and in which the adults were reluctant to do. They also felt that adults were very judgmental about certain sexual activities and they wanted to change these attitudes.
When Jerry and Edie came to me with these situations, I, of course, went immediately to Sybil and talked to her about it. We planned a meeting with the kids and the school. We didn't want to tell Jason because of his age and we didn't want to upset him.
At the meeting there were all kinds of arguments and discussions going on and I came to realize that the kids had a point. If this community was in fact a community of love and affection and if sex was the general culmination, the natural culmination, then we had to allow the kids to choose their own sexual partners, we couldn't possibly deny them this right. Every thing that the 'house' stood for, every philosophy of the community, stood on the fact of affection and tenderness, even more so than the actual sexual act.
And so Sybil and I readily agreed that the babies would of course be able to choose their own partners from that moment on. We also readily agreed that if they wanted to participate in certain sexual activities which the adults had not participated in, they would have that right as well. We cautioned them to try to stay away from anything that would be dangerous or hurtful to them and we asked that they demonstrate to us in some way what it is that they'd like to do so that we could have some sort of control over it. We reminded them that some of them were only six, seven and eight years old and if we allowed the teenage children to make rules and regulations perhaps the younger children would not he taken into account.
At that meeting we decided that the babies at the school would put on a show for the entire house, to try to detail those sexual activities that they were interested in participating in and perhaps even involving some of the adults in.
The children came up with a fabulous idea and the idea was that they would show films at The House rather than participate in the activities themselves. In this way we would all be able to judge for ourselves if we would like to be involved in such activities without trying them first, but by watching them first. And so an evening was planned, an evening with films that the babies would choose and we hoped that the babies strike would be over and everything would be resolved.
As usual, there was an air of excitement at The House. People were ready and waiting. We were all so kind of nervous, not knowing what we would be seeing or how it would effect our community. Tonight was really the beginning of a new process, a new way of dealing with things. In some way we had given the babies a lot of power, as they rightfully deserved and we were all anxious to see how this power would use itself.
The lights went down and the soft whir of the movie camera soon began in the background. The screen was lowered and you could hear the deep breathing of the entire audience, all anticipating, not knowing what we were going to see, but waiting.
The title was, 'The Beauty of the Beast', and the beauty who came on screen was certainly a magnificent beast. It was a huge Labrador Retriever with shiny black skin like oiled onyx. You could see his muscles rippling under his back legs as he softly, slowly walked, preening himself in front of the camera. He knew he was beautiful. He turned and his face stared out at the audience, his eyes shining coals in the middle of his face. His nose sniffing, his nostrils flaring, his tongue slightly extended, pink, wet, you could tell that it was hot.
I'd never been interested in animals before, but this one was extraordinary. He truly had a majesty about him as he stood there, head held high. He even seemed to have shoulders the way the tops of his front legs were haunched upwards. His tongue came out a little further and further and we could see that he was breathing harder and harder. He was staring at something off to the right. Then suddenly the object of his vision, the object of his tongue extending further into the screen, was visible to us as well – a magnificent blonde walked towards him.
She was wearing a black chiffon gown flowing, but it had no front. Her tits were standing out before her, huge and firm, melons, pink and delicious. The darkness of the dog next to her was in sharp contrast to her white mellifluous looking skin. Her cunt was exposed also, a huge square cut into the black nightgown and as she turned we could see that her ass was also exposed. There were just strips of fabric around her stomach and flowing down her legs, with all the right parts showing. The pinkness of her skin, the soft ripples, inviting all of us to touch, to look, to enjoy, but it was the dog, that magnificent black animal that was there with her – the dog that could touch and taste and look.
She began swinging her hips towards the dog's face until her pussy was right in his mouth and he did exactly what he was probably trained to do. His huge tongue reached out and went under that mound of delicious looking blond hairs, sticking itself between her legs and pulling itself from her ass forward over her labia.
