switch. It started to hum and vibrate in her hand. She spit on the head of it and rubbed it up and down the crack of Doug's ass. Then she moved it between Darlene's legs and got it wet and slippery with her cunt juices. She brought it back to Doug's ass and pushed the head of it against his puckered asshole.
After a few unsuccessful tries, the head of the fake dick entered his bung. Doug was rather apprehensive at first. As the dildo pushed farther and farther into his shitter, though, he really started to enjoy getting cornholed. The new sensation was like noting he had ever experienced. Darlene started fucking herself with the other plastic cock. Doug could feel the rubber dong sliding over his back as it went in and out of Darlene's pussy.
Marcy kept jerking on Doug's dick. The vibrating prick was moving at full speed in and out of his twitching whole now. April shoved the big dildo in his hung and pulled it out faster and faster and faster. It went in his ass so far that it rubbed against Doug's ultra-sensitive prostate. He could feel pre-cum dripping from his dick in ever- increasing quantities. He knew that he couldn't hold back his load much longer. He shot off when April shoved the hard dick into his ass up to the hilt, his balls emptying their hat load into Marcy's jerking hand. Doug bucked his ass as he came, slamming his dick against the mattress and Marcy's hand. He felt his hot cam spreading over his stomach as he hunched against the sheet.
Darlene cried out in ecstasy as she climaxed. She took the dildo in her mouth and sucked on it as she rocked back and forth in the throes of her quaking climax. April pulled the electric dick out of Doug's ass roughly, so roughly that Doug felt considerable pain. She wiped it on the sheet and then jammed it up her cunt.
April sat on the edge of the bed and fucked herself with the hard vibrator in a delirium of lust. Doug rolled over on his back again, throwing Darlene off him. She fell on her side and closed her eyes in bliss. Marcy rubbed her hands together, covering both hands with hot cum. Doug lay splayed out and somewhat exhausted after his fourth orgasm of the evening.
Marcy licked some of the cum off his stomach as he lay there like a fallen warrior. When she had cleaned him off fairly well, she crawled on top of him and straddled his face, forcing him to suck her cunt for a while. She jammed her cunt on his face so hard that he had to come up for air from time to time.
'Okay, girls. I've had it for a while. Gotta get some rest!' he said, pushing Marcy's twat off his juice-smeared face.
'You won't get any rest if you go downstairs. Jeanie Chambers tells me she wants you to fuck her a couple of times tonight,' Marcy said.
'No rest for the wicked,' Doug replied.
He slid off the bed and collapsed on the floor. He managed to pull himself together and crawl on-his knees to the door. The tree girls were laughing on the bed as they watched his exaggerated suffering. He opened the door and fell through it, turning around just long enough to give them all a final smile in thanks for their efforts.
He stood on the bottom landing of the stairs and watched his friends partying. Things were quieter than they had been earlier. The stereo was playing a cosmic sitar recording, filling the room with its mysterious vibrations. The fucking was still going on, but it was slower, as if everyone were trying to extract the most pleasure from the activity.
Susie Crane was stretched out on the sofa with Dave Connors' face pressed up against her twat. Doug wondered what the women's counselor at school would say if she saw the president of the Drama Club being eating out by the Mayor's son. Doug noticed that Susie was looking at Jeanie Chambers, who was jacking off Mark Roberts and Denny Smith at the same time. She was pumping away to the music and never missed a beat of the table. It wasn't long before Mark shot off and filled her armpit with cum. She aimed his squirting dick so that every shot splattered under her arm.
When her armpit was saturated with slippery sperm, she leaned over Denny's dick and held it under her arm. He got the message soon enough and began sliding his rod back and forth under her arm. She squeezed his prick there, to increase his pleasure, playing with Mark's half-hard dark while Denny jacked himself off.
The only fat girl at the party was Millie Daniels. She had enough pussy for five guys. Unfortunately, it was a chore to find her cunt, let alone get close enough to stick a dick in it. Nevertheless, Doug knew that Millie always had her share of fuckers. Doug couldn't groove on her himself, although he knew that she had fucking down to an art. There was something about all that flab that turned him off. Dan Corsoe seemed to like it well enough, though. Doug thought it was just a bit ridiculous to see Dan, who was six-three and as skinny as a lamppost, screwing Millie, who was less than five-one and built like a basketball.
Doug saw his sister through the thick smoky haze that filled the room. She was at the far end of the huge room, and Rick Davisson was fucking her in a standing position. She was leaning against the wall, enjoying being fucked at a leisurely pace.
Doug tried not to look over in her direction. He didn't want to express any public interest in her or her sexual activities. It occurred to him, however, that the list of people who knew about their mutual attraction was growing longer all the time.
Over at the other end of the room, Ron Clark was fucking Wendy Jones through the slit in her panties. Ron always seemed to be fucking chicks through their panties. It apparently didn't matter what the girl was wearing as long as she was partially clothed. Ron was still wearing his shirt even though the party had been in full swing for a long time by now. Wendy seemed to like the way he was fucking her, clothes or no clothes.
Doug didn't know exactly what made him look toward the window a few feet away from him. What he saw there almost made his heart stop.
He couldn't determine at first whether or not his eyes were deceiving him, but he hoped to hell they were. When he looked out the window, he thought he saw the face of his sister Dawn, pressed up against the glass with eyes wide-open. Her pretty lace disappeared into the darkness before he could get a good look.
He bounded to the window and peered out into the night. There was just enough light reflecting off the snow outside to reveal a small figure running into some bushes near the house. Now he was absolutely certain that it was his sister. He had no idea what she was doing out there or how she had gotten there, but he knew that he had to find out and damn soon.
He tied to find his pants, but had to settle for a pair of discarded jeans that he found on the floor.
His pants were too tight to zip up all the way so he pulled them up as far as he could and buckled them around him. He jumped into a pair of shoes and stumbled out the door, not taking time to put on a shirt. The air was a cold shock after the lazy warmth of the house. It had a sobering effect on him. He tried to gather his wits about him.
If it really was Dawn who was peeking in the window, and he knew now that it was Dawn, she surely had seen enough to cause Doug and Chastity a great deal of trouble if she told their parents about it. Doug's parents were liberated enough where sex was concerned to accept almost anything. If they found, however, that their daughter had been to an orgy and had observed a large group of high-school students participating in the most depraved of sex acts, an orgy attended by their son and daughter, it might be enough to change their attitudes and result in a mess for everyone concerned.
With that sobering thought in mind, Doug ran into the bushes after his sister. He found her there, huddling in the dark, covering her face with her hands and looking cold and very much afraid. He grabbed her arm and shook her hard, dragging her out into the open. He looked over his shoulder back at the house and saw that nobody was looking out the window yet. At least his panic-filled departure had gone unnoticed by the sexually preoccupied party-goers.
Dawn started to cry. Doug suddenly felt sorry for her. He noticed how cold and miserable she was and suddenly felt like an older brother again. He decided that the best thing to do at the moment was to get in out of the cold and talk the situation over before getting upset and making things worse. He told her to be quiet. She obeyed, more in fear than in understanding. He took her by the hand and led her stealthily around to the back of the house and through the back door.
Doug told his sister to sit down on a stool and stay there until he got back. He told her that everything would be all right and said that he wasn't mad at her. His reassurance had a soothing effect cc her. She sat down and shivered until the chill left her.
Doug found Chastity and took her aside. She had finished off her fuck and was resting by herself on a pile of pillows. She looked up expecting to see any boy but her brother. She knew that something was terribly wrong from the tone of Doug's voice and the urgency with which he helped her to her feet and all but dragged her away with him. She had no idea what was happening but knew that it was something serious.
