We See Sex

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Andrea Donovan was not too thrilled with her husband Seth at the moment. He had accepted the invitation to Jared Devlin”s Halloween party without even asking her. Part of the reason was probably because he knew that she didn”t like Jared all that much and that if he”d asked first she would have said no, or at least argued about it for a while. In fact, it seemed that they were doing a little too much arguing and too little lovemaking. Both in their early thirties and in their eighth year of marriage, their lives had settled down into a bit of a routine. It wasn”t that Andrea didn”t find her husband attractive. She thought Seth was just as sexy as when they”d met. He wasn”t overly tall, about five foot ten, but he kept in shape by hitting the gym three mornings before work and playing softball in the spring. He still had all of his thick brown hair, although he did bitch about occasionally finding a gray one. And when he turned those steel gray eyes on her Andrea Donovan still felt a tingle all the way down to her toes. It was just that things chill a little over eight years of marriage.

With all that in mind, Andrea took special care in selecting her costume for the party. She figured that with the right costume she could encourage her husband to leave early and to make love to her the way she longed for it. Once or twice a week just wasn”t enough for Andrea. She”d always had a strong sex drive and what they said about women hitting their sexual peek later must be true, she thought, because she could swear she”d only gotten hornier as she”d gotten older. So after hitting all the shops at the mall Andrea finally found the perfect costume on the Internet. She just had to hope it fit because by the time it arrived there wouldn”t be time to return it.

Seth Donovan knew his wife was up to something. She”d insisted that they keep their Halloween costumes a secret from each other. It made him feel like a kid going trick or treating again, only this time he knew he”d be getting something much better than a Baby Ruth or Good n Plenty. Knowing his wife the way he did Seth pictured something that would make his cock ache. He knew that Andrea and he hadn”t been making love often enough to suit her lately and he was sorry about that. Hey, he wanted it more too, but it seemed like he worked from dawn til dusk and a lot of the time he just wasn”t in the mood. He knew this Saturday after the party would be his big chance to make all that up to Andrea. For his part, Seth decided to go as a pirate, so he found a shirt with billowy sleeves and wore black pants, which he tucked into the high boots he usually wore when he rode his motorcycle. A bandana on his head and a patch over his eye completed the outfit. He even managed to borrow a sword from a guy a work, with the promise he wouldn”t let anything happen to it. All that was left was to practice his “Arrggg” in the mirror.

When Andrea came into the kitchen, Seth almost dropped the bottle of rum he was holding. He thought maybe the eye patch was doing something funny to his eyes because that couldn”t be his wife standing there. Andrea was dressed like a genie from a bottle, wearing billowy, diaphanous white harem pants that showed she was wearing very tiny white lace panties, and an almost-as-see-through white halter with billowed sleeves. Seth didn”t think Andrea was wearing a bra and when she moved, if the light struck right, he could see her pale nipples through the halter-top. Her long, blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her make-up was perfect. Her spiked heels made her as tall as Seth was.

“Well,” Andrea asked when Seth didn”t say anything, then did a little spin. She could tell, however, from the look on his face exactly what he thought. It also occurred to her that another part of Seth”s body would be telling her too if his pants weren”t so baggy.

Seth still couldn”t speak. Fortunately he wasn”t one of those guys who freaked out if his wife tried to look sexy around other men. For all he cared, every other guy at that party could eat his heart out, because Andrea would be going home with him. And every other guy would certainly be eating his heart out. The halter cut off right below his wife”s breasts, which were a still firm 36C, with long, pale nipples. Her stomach was as flat was when she was sixteen, and although her thighs were not quite as firm as when she was a teenager, Andrea had great legs. She was the type of woman that other women hated because she kept her figure with a minimum of effort, just eating right and having a job that kept her active. Seth knew his wife had a great body, especially when he checked out the bodies on some of his friends” wives, he was just surprised she would go out in something like that. Andrea wasn”t exactly conservative, she could dress as sexily as the next woman, but she wasn”t a show-off either. She rarely even wore a bikini, thinking her hips were bigger than they were. But this outfit was, well…

“I, I”m not… You look incredible. I”m just surprised…” Seth managed to get out.

Andrea pressed up against her husband and lightly brushed his lips with hers. “I was feeling kind of playful when I picked this out and I thought you might like it.” She cupped his crotch in her hand and felt Seth”s seven and a half inches standing at full attention. That made her pussy tingle and she momentarily thought of taking him right there, but then thought it would be better if she made him wait.

“Hmm, baby,” Seth whispered as his wife massaged him through his pants. He put the bottle on the counter and wrapped his arms around his wife. He reached for her ass and the materiel that barely covered it felt thin as a sheet of as tissue paper. Andrea”s panties barely covered her ass and Seth kneaded her cheeks, knowing how much she loved that. He also nibbled her neck, something else that made Andrea crazy. “You know, that outfit doesn”t leave much to the imagination,” he whispered.

“Does that bother you, honey?” Andrea asked, enjoying the attention Seth gave her. “Think some guys might be checking me out?”

Seth”s hand brushed her breast. “I don”t think they could help it. I couldn”t.”

“That doesn”t bother you, does it?” Andrea asked playfully.

“I think I kind of like it. As long as I know who”s bed you”ll end up in.”

“You don”t need to worry about that, honey,” Andrea said. When Seth tried to kiss her, she turned her head. “Uh-un, we need to leave soon and you can”t mess up my make-up…yet.”

Actually, the costume was much more sheer that it appeared to be in the picture she saw on the web. But it arrived too late for her to send it back, so Andrea knew she had to make do. It wasn”t cheap, so she wasn”t going to trash it. She played it off all kittenish to her husband, but Andrea was pretty self conscious about wearing the barely-there outfit in public. She did try on a strapless bra beneath the top, but it just didn”t look right. Likewise, only the tiny lace panties looked right under the bottoms. Andrea told herself she just had to suck it up and enjoy herself. And truth be told, the idea of the other husbands and boyfriends checking her out did turn Andrea on just a little.

By the time Andrea and Seth got there the party was jumping. It was mostly couples, with a few single guys there, probably twenty-five to thirty people in all, which was a lot for the small house. By the time they got there Andrea was even more nervous than she”d thought she would be and she headed right for the party ball, filling a large plastic cup of beer for herself. As she stood there waiting for Seth to catch up with her, Andrea caught a couple guys checking her out, which made her more uncomfortable and she down the first beer and got herself another. The fact that it was chilly outside hadn”t helped and the short dash from the car to the house had left Andrea”s nipples standing through the thin fabric of her halter. When her husband reached her, Andrea was going for her third beer.

“Hey, you okay?” Seth asked, seeing the look on his wife”s face.

“Yes, I”m fine, really.” Andrea reassured him.

Seth gave his wife a hug and a kiss just as their host arrived, pushing through the crowd. Jared Devlin seemed oblivious to the fact that Andrea didn”t like him. He kissed her cheek and gave her a hug, a little too long of a hug, Andrea thought. Jared was dressed like a Scottish Highlander, yards of tartan fabric wrapped around his hulking frame. Jared wasn”t a bad looking guy. His dark hair had started to thin and he had the large frame of a man who”d been an athlete, probably a football player, when he was younger and was slowly going out of shape. But Andrea did have to admit, even with his large, hairy chest exposed, Jared didn”t look half bad. Jared”s eyes just ate her up and Andrea suddenly wished she were in an overcoat.

Even when she was fully dressed, even if his wife were right there, Jared always had a way of making Andrea feel uncomfortable. And Seth had been friends with Jared for so long he seemed oblivious to the whole thing. On more than one occasion she”d narrowly avoided Jared copping a feel. She would have said something, but Andrea didn”t want to turn Seth against one of his oldest friends. A lot of Seth”s old friends were like that, not people Andrea would have hung out with, bit then she knew that her longtime friends bored Seth to tears. Fortunately they”d worked out a nice compromise over the years.

“Wow, nice outfit, Andi,” Jared whistled. “If we had a contest, I know who”d get my vote.”

Dick, Andrea thought. She hated being called Andi, but she”d given up telling Jared that years ago. “Thank you, Jared,” she replied, a little icily.

“You have to promise me a dance later,” Jared said, leering, and Andrea could tell he could see her nipples through the top. It took an effort to not cover up.

Before Andrea could say no, Seth jumped in. “Of course she will. What kind of friend would I be if I didn”t let you dance with my sexy wife?”

Andrea took the bottle of run from Seth and told him that she”d take it into the kitchen and mix them some rum and cokes. It was as good an excuse as any to get away and she knew the extra alcohol would come in handy. She already felt a little heady from the beers she”d knocked back. In the kitchen, Andrea ran into Jared”s wife, Maria.

Maria Devlin was not a tall woman, and seemed even shorter since she was barefoot and Andrea was in heels. Maria was going for a cavewoman look, which she”d accomplished by stretching a flimsy, jagged cut piece of cloth across herself. Maria had a nice body and Andrea thought she looked great. Maria had dark Italian features and had just a little tummy of baby fat. Her jet black hair fell almost to her waist and her plump breasts threatened to burst out of the costume she wore. Maria”s breasts were at least a cup size larger than Andrea”s and it didn”t look like Jared”s wife was wearing a bra either. Maria was a few years younger than Andrea and had the sort of striking features that turn heads. They usually turned Seth”s head, although the poor fool thought he was being subtle and Andrea was just a little jealous of that.

“Hi, Andi,” Maria said when she saw Andrea.

“Hi Maria,” Andrea replied. They engaged in girl talk while they both made drinks. Andrea mixed hers a little heavy and the first sip actually made her flinch a little. But that was alright. Andrea liked tying one on every once in a while and she knew she was safe doing it as long as her husband was around.

The party was so loud Seth thought the neighbors might call the cops. But then, he and his friends had always thrown wild parties. He was glad to see that Andrea was unwinding, although he could tell she was becoming quite drunk and he knew he”d have to keep an eye on her. He didn”t trust some of the rat bastard guys there not to cop a feel, although he figured as long as they kept it to that he couldn”t complain too much. Andrea looked hot, even hotter than he”d first thought. Every guy in the house was checking her out that only made Seth want his wife more. He was going to go over to her when someone grabbed him by the arm and spun Seth around.

“Hey, stranger, we”re you going to avoid me all night?” Maria asked, smiling.

“I wasn”t avoiding you at all.” Seth laughed, trying to keep his eyes above Maria”s neck. Her black eyes glinted at him.

“I hope not, you know I always look forward to seeing you. What are you waiting for, ask me to dance.” Instead of waiting for him to ask, Maria just grabbed Seth by the hand.

The Devlin”s house wasn”t too big, so the area left to dance was pretty small. The dining room table had been pushed to one side, and several couples were already dancing, although dancing might not have been the word for it. It was more of a rhythmic grinding. Some of the couples were going pretty far too, as Seth saw some hands slipping to places they shouldn”t have been. Maria held him close and Seth could feel her grinding all those sexy curves against him. He was a little tipsy himself and started to get into it, grinding right back at her. With sudden embarrassment, Seth realized he was getting aroused and hoped that Maria couldn”t feel it. He didn”t want his best friend”s wife to know she was giving him a hard-on.

While Seth was dancing with Maria he glanced over and saw Andrea up dancing with another of his friends, Jeff. Jeff was known as a womanizer, but Seth was still surprised he would be that blatant. Jeff”s girlfriend was at the party somewhere and Jeff knew that Seth was there, but Jeff”s hands were all over Andrea. He”d put his hands on Andrea”s ass and she”d move them up, although not until she”d let them stay for a few minutes. Seth knew his wife had to be plastered if she was letting that go on. Much as he hated to leave Maria, Seth knew he should go over and cut in, but then he saw Jared next to his wife and Jeff. Jared stepped between Jeff and Andrea and put an arm around Seth”s wife, guiding her over to her husband. Seth could see his wife was having a little trouble walking.

“I think Andi here”s had a bit too much,” Jared chuckled.

Seth could see that and although it wasn”t very late he knew he should take her home, especially if he wanted to get laid. In another hour or so she”d be out for the night. But he was having a great time and didn”t want to leave quite yet.

Maria must have seen the conflict in Seth”s face because she suggested, “Why don”t you let her lay down on our bed for an hour or so and sober up?”

“What do you think, Andi? Could you use a little nap?” Jared asked the woman he was supporting.

Andrea giggled and said, “Maybe.” She had no idea how she”d gotten so drunk, but she had. The alcohol sent a warm feeling through her whole body and was making her more than a little horny. What she really wanted was for Seth to take her home and make love to her, but he didn”t seem ready to leave.

“Let me help you get her upstairs, looks like she might not make it on her own.” Seth said.

Jared clapped his friend on the back and said, “Nah, you stay and have fun, I can handle Andi.”

Andrea had the vague feeling of being lifted off her feet as Jared carried her up the stairs. She wasn”t sure, but it felt like his hands kept slipping over her breasts. But the way she was feeling she didn”t mind so much. A door was swung open and she was laid down on a bed. He was saying something, but Andrea couldn”t quite make it out. Even upstairs she could still feel the bass of the music thumping through her. Andrea heard Jared say something like, “It slipped,” or something like that and she was dimly aware of a cool breeze making her nipples stiffen. Jared was murmuring something else, but Andrea wasn”t really paying attention. The pressure on her nipples felt very nice. It felt like something, or someone, was pinching them, but that didn”t make any sense because she”d left Seth downstairs. Next Andrea felt something pressing, and then squeezing her pussy and a little moan slipped from her lips. She pressed back against the pressure, but then there was a louder noise and the sensation was gone. Andrea heard the door close and she was in darkness. In another two or three minutes she was passed out.

Andrea rolled over and her eyes opened. It was dark, but she could make out enough to tell she wasn”t in her bedroom. She felt kind of stiff as she sat up and tried to figure out where she was. It came back in bits and pieces, the party, being nervous and drinking too much. She could only just remember coming upstairs. She couldn”t hear the music anymore so she knew it must have been late. She still felt kind of funny and knew she was still kind of drunk, although not like she had been. And then she noticed that the halter of her costume was pushed up, exposing her breasts. Andrea panicked for a second. How did that happen? Did Seth come up and she didn”t remember it? Or had someone else been in there? It was possible that moving around in her sleep the halter had ridden up, but it had tight elastic at the bottom and it wasn”t very likely, but to make herself feel better that”s what Andrea told herself happened. Since the alcohol hadn”t completely worn off Andrea was still feeling a little horny. She figured she”d go downstairs, find her husband, and whisk him off to bed.

The last stragglers had gone home about forty-five minutes ago, leaving Seth to help Jared and Maria to clean up. They didn”t get very far, though, and were soon sitting in the living room, bullshitting. Jared and Maria were on the couch while Seth was on the floor in front of them. The party had been great, Seth couldn”t remember that last time he”d had so much fun. And dancing with Maria had been one of the highlights. He didn”t get to go out and cut loose nearly as much as he would have liked.

Seth had to keep careful attention to keep from staring at Maria. The way she sat on the couch he could see right up her costume and there were no panties to block his view of her pretty little pink cunt. Almost all the hair was shaved off, leaving just a little tuft above it. Seth couldn”t believe she was sitting like that, but he didn”t say anything. He just stole a glance every chance he could. His cock throbbed in his pants.

There was a noise and Seth saw his wife coming down the stairs. She was still a little wobbly, but she looked much better than when Jared had taken her upstairs. Seth had almost forgotten than Andrea was up there. He figured she”d probably want to go home now. And the way he was feeling he couldn”t wait to get her alone.

“Hey Andi, come on and join us,” Maria said when she spotted the blond.

Seth took Andrea”s hand helped her sit on the floor beside him. “What are you guys up to?” She asked.

“Nothing, just chit-chat,” Seth said, giving his wife a kiss. The kiss turned into more than a peck until Jared said, “Hey you guys, go upstairs if you”re going to do that.” Both the Donovans were tempted to take him up on that.

“Did I miss all the fun?” Andrea asked.

“There”s no reason four can”t party.” Jared said.

“What time is it?” Andrea asked.

“Three-thirty, I think. Does that matter?” Maria said.

“No, guess not. Hey, I feel great, just had a nap,” Andrea said.

“Okay then, what are we going to do?” Jared asked.

“We could play Strip Poker, but I think with what Andi and I are wearing it would be a short game. I know I”m not that good a poker player,” Maria laughed.

“Hey, the eye patch counts!” Seth added.

“No, I have too little to lose,” Andrea said.

“Besides, what are we, back in high school?” Jared said.

“Well, while you guys figure it out I am going to get something else to drink.”

It only took a couple minutes for Andrea to mix herself a drink from what was left in the run bottle and return to the living room. When she did, Jared announced, “We”re going to play Truth or Treat. It”s actually Truth or Dare, but this is a Halloween party.”

I closed my eyes and was guided out. I held Jill’s hand. We walked some distance and then stopped. My hand was forceably separated from that of Jill. An oily substance gooed on my chests and legs and was wiped all around.

“Open your eyes.” the woman ordered. I did so and saw that Jill was to my right. I faced a standing crowd that was some distance away; the mats were under my feet. “Lie on the mat face down and stretch out your arms,” the woman ordered. As I laid down I turned and saw Jill assuming the same position. She winked at me and smiled. I made a kissing movement with my lips back to her.

Suddenly, my legs were spread apart and partially pulled up in the air from the back and I was dragged across the floor in the direction behind my head. My body lifted up as it hit a fleshy bump and then slide across bunches of men and women who were lying side-by-side on their backs on the matt. My whole torso glided across scores of penises and pussies; across chests and breasts. As I glided over the various people carpeting floor, they touched, poked, and pinched me- usually my tits, ass, or crotch. Some lightly pulled my hair and tugged at my legs at arms. I felt myself going into a tingling swoon; it was the tribe again, and I again fell into its embrace.

The dragging ended and my legs were released. As I flipped around on my front, the “human carpet” picked me up and carried me along. In the distance I could see the same was happening to Jill: she was a tiny ship bobbing in an ocean of men. Our eyes locked; our shared joyful helplessness intuitively shot back and forth. A woman I didn’t recognize walked through the tiny gaps in the cellular tapestry and came in front of me.

I noticed her blue wristband as she grabbed my hair and she spoke commandingly: “You are our slave Veronica. You are obliged to obey us.” Butterflies swarmed in my stomach. “Lift her higher,” she told those who held me up. She grabbed my hair and shoved my face into her cunt; her juices and flowery smell wiped themselves all over my nose, cheeks, chin, lips, and in my mouth. I gasped for breath. “Does the servant-maid want more?” the woman rhetorically asked, pulling my head back by my hair.

“Yes!” I groveled. My body was released as those around me stood up.

Men surrounded me and then lifted me face-up, to their waists. Two held my arms and another my back; two other men held each of my legs and opened my crotch-view. A man with a large shaft penetrated my pussy and flailed it. He quickly pulled out and another moved in and continued pumping. Again, I surrendered to that wondrous sense of falling, of being subjugated to the whims and the power of the group, as the pleasure of my grinded sugar-walls roiled through me. My held body skimmed around in a human lattice- my arms and legs tugged and yanked until moved in some non-deterministic direction. Amidst the brutal passion, my eyes swam countlessly from fiery glance to fiery glance. At times I felt like I was being devoured by a pack of wild animals as various appendages of mine were jerked on. Sweaty men brutishly slammed themselves into my sopping wet spot while others licked and nibbled on my arms and legs and hands. Scores must have entered me. Occasionally a woman used me just as ferociously as the men, by wolfing me or making me gorge her.

A woman pulled hard on my hair, yelling: “You want to be torn apart, don’t you?” My eyes rolled back into my head. My cravings were unlimited, yet I felt so small, so tiny, as my individuality was endlessly pulverized by the tempest of Others.

Eventually I “ran into” Jill, who was undergoing the same treatment. Jill and I were dropped on the floor; our pussies locked together while men leaned over and placed their cocks in our mouths, which we eagerly sucked. In my arousal I rose up and mounted Jill. I lifted her right leg straight up in the air and banged down on her cunt; our clits grinded over and over again. She rose up and we kissed. She whispered in my ear: “I want them to cum all over us right now! I’m think I’m a nymphomaniac and I can’t wait anymore!!”

I looked around and imagined blotches of white fluids gushing down all over us. “Let’s beg them!” I whispered back. However, before anything could be said, we were pulled apart and carried to separate padded tables about twenty-five feet apart.

I was forced to lean down on top of a small but sturdy padded table and stick my ass up in the air. I could see Jill in the same position; our eyes locked again. Lube was applied into my asshole. A cock slowly entered; I choked in pain as my sphincter fought the intrusion. Then it surrendered to the invasion and pleasure pulses cascaded up my back. The man’s shaft slowly continued inside and up my rectum, stretching me until I was fully open. He began to fuck me and I screamed in a mix of pain-joy at the grooves of his erectile tissue. I had never had anal sex before except with a vibrator. As his length and girth pounded my tight hole, this brutally physical revelation stunned me. Another man slide beneath me at an angle and inserted his tool into my pussy; then a third came around and lifted my head up; I reached around and grabbed his member and put it in my mouth. All three men pumped, grinded, and slammed into my three holes at once, nearly bringing me to orgasm.

The three men eventually exited and then new men randomly entered my cunt or my asshole as my face and hands hugged the table surface for dear life as my ass stuck up in the air, welcoming invasion. They quickly fucked me for a few seconds and then pulled out; only to be quickly replaced. Lube was sprayed repeatedly over my holes as the tribe used me. They pulled my hair and spanked my ass; I begged for more. For at least another twenty minutes this continued as a ridiculously large number of men had their way with me. My teeth and fingers literally gnawed and clawed through the soft padding of the table as I cried out for the horde to penetrate my pockets. I never knew which hole would be penetrated until I felt it; this uncertainty was wonderful and turned me on even more.

As my body enticed the poking and reaming, I’d often look around at all the men on “Jill’s side” of the ballroom. Row after endless row of cock stood at attention. My mind lifted out and imagined what was in fact real: each man in this ballroom had a sack containing seminal fluid. From these hundreds of men, I visualized these hot, sticky, odorous fluids organically swelling and pumping en-mass out their bodies, ceaselessly erupting all over me and Jill. My face and tits would be covered in layers of volcanic clingy jizz; I’d be swallowing their sperm in vast quantities; I’d pass it back and forth in Jill’s mouth and snatch. My hair would drip in the mass-soiling and the amative smell would send me into violent orgasmic shrieks. I expected this to happen; it couldn’t be too much longer now I reflected as my second and first pussies eagerly took in more veiney, throbbing poles.

Jill and I were lifted off our respective tables and put in a standing position in front of them. “Plant your hands on the floor,” I was told by a man. I bent all the way over and touched the mat. Jill did the same; we continued to face each other across a distance. A beefy, muscular man mounted my cunt and drilled me like an exercise machine. He then reached around and pulled my arms back into a locked position. I howled and bellowed at his physical power. My eyes locked with Jill’s; her eyes glazed with lust as I am sure did mine.

Bucked off her fuck-machine, Jill collapsed with a thud on her hands and knees on the matted floor. I then too was shoved off the man’s pounding rod like a catapult, gliding head-first onto the mat, disintegrating in a mixture of exhaustion and ecstasy.

“Jill!” I moaned out.

“Oh Veronica! Save me!” Jill crazily shouted.

Jill and I crawled toward each other across the distance screaming each other’s name over and over again; we embraced and maniacally jammed our tongues into each other’s mouth. I grabbed her ass cheeks and lifted her up; our clits slammed together. Our pussies were sopping wet. Jill’s breasts pushed up under mine. Men slowly encircled us, stroking themselves.

“This is really it Jill!” I sharply whispered into Jill’s ear as her saliva dripped off my tongue.

“We’ll be together… there are so many of them.” Jill cooed.

“I.. we.. we’ll be drown together, it’ll be…”wonderful”. ” I muttered back as my heart beat with frantic delirium. Jill and I sat on our knees as our hands and arms sort of just swished and thrashed into the air toward the men.

Several men moved forward seemingly on the verge of releasing themselves. A man with large hands moved extremely close and he clamped one hand over Jill’s face and then the other over mine. He callously pulled us both forward and held us like ragdolls for several seconds. Air could barely get in; I could feel the wetness of my breath on his palm as I gasped. I raised my hands and dug my nails into his arm.

“You girls have been conquered. Nobody is coming to save you,” the man proclaimed with a menacing tone. He thrust forward with a loud moan, shoving us backward, releasing his grip. Jill and I collapsed backward several feet on our asses and hands.

“What the fuck?!” Jill hooted.

“Ravage them!” one man shouted.

“Coat them!” another pipped in.

“We submit! We surrender! Finish us off!” I yelled back as Jill and I quickly and with total ardent enthusiasm regained our positions on our knees; we locked our arms together and shoved our faces together side by side facing the swells of dilated flesh surrounding us, expecting full well the glorious end was truly at hand.

“Spray our fucking faces!” Jill lecherously taunted.

“Shut up! The time for talking is over!” a man’s words scowled. Several more men moved up very close to us, throttling themselves with gusto.

“I can’t believe this is actually happening! Don’t stop!” Jill shouted in disbelief.

“Do it! Do it to Jill! Do it to me!!” I yelled out as my mouth opened as wide as possible and my tongue literally quivered with desperation to taste what would surely come. I felt that at any moment endless semen would start raining down on us, and I just couldn’t wait even a second more!

Just then, I felt arms jerk me back; Jill was pulled away by another group of men. I reached out for Jill’s hand; she grasped back; our sweaty fingers interlaced for a second, but we were separated.

“Jill!” I whimpered.

“No! Veronica!” Jill yelped. I lost sight of Jill for several seconds as I was spun around until dizzy. As I regained my senses I was forcibly sat down on my knees about five feet behind Jill; her back faced me. A large man held my arms down in this position, immobilizing me.

Five men stood in front of and over Jill; they stroked their engorged tools while a much larger group stood behind them, almost in line.

“Jill, you wretch, look at us!” one of the men ordered.

“What are you doing?! Please..just..” Jill blubbered out as she spastically grabbed at two cocks, but her hands were slapped away. I fought to move forward but continued to be held back.

“Look at them! There’s no way out now! Your fate is sealed!” the man thundered.

“Help me Veronica! Where are you?!” Jill wailed up at the row of cocks and balls, her hands reached up again but were even more forcefully smacked down to the floor.

“I can’t! I’m trapped!” I yelled from behind her.

“You’re all bastards! God damn you!” Jill shrieked.

The men immediately in front of Jill grunted and shivered.

“Open your mouth Jill! I’m trying to get free! Open your damn mouth! I’m so sorry!” I hollered out, fighting with every ounce of power in me to break free.

Jill let out a final set of flipped-out yells: “Veronica I’m alone! I need you! They’re going to do it to me! You promised me! Oh Nooo!” I watched in torrid amazement as, almost in unison, the five cocks exploded, sending thick white streams directly down toward Jill’s face; spurting over and over again. Jill’s left hand darted over to her crotch, which I could tell she frantically rubbed. Her right hand reached up and grabbed one of the cannons; she furiously yanked as it continued to wildly disgorge down on her. She released it and immediately rubbed the palm of her hand all over her face and let out a deep gust of breath.

A dozen men moved forward and in rapid twos-and-threes unloaded themselves down onto her. Her body quivered as she girly-screeched: “Oh My Fucking Gawd!” Jill, violently shaking, collapsed with a thud on her left side as two more men merciless splooged the right side of her face, but I couldn’t quite see.

I so yearned to be up there next to Jill. I could smell the semen; it made me tremble with horniness.

“Get up pervert!” several men yelled.

As Jill began to sit up, jizz splashed over the left side of her face and then another from the front. She groaned out loudly again: “It’s so much!” as she jammed her right hand further into her cunt and again she dropped back down on the floor with a shivering whimper. At least a dozen men coated her hair and forehead as she fought the trembling, attempting, but failing, to rise.

Daniella bolted through the crowd of men and kneeled down and tugged on Jill’s right arm forcing her up.

“Sit up you silly freak!” she flatly stated.

“Teach her how we do it Daniella. No mercy,” several men encouraged. Jill grabbed Daniella’s head and spit a gob of fluids onto her face; Daniella flushed red.

She grabbed Jill’s hair and pulled hard on it and yelled: “You’re a petulant one, aren’t you?” Daniella pushed Jill forward, forcing her to fall onto her hands with a gasp; she released Jill’s hair and walked a few steps away and turned around.

Daniella’s pale-white bold frame mesmerized me. How could a woman in her 50s be so wicked looking and acting? Age only added to her allure, to her power.

“Jill?” Daniella quizzed.

“Jill!” Daniella yelled.

“What? Oh god, don’t stop! Pull my hair!” Jill protested, resuming her sitting position.

“We haven’t even started with you and you’re already dripping! Say it Jill: ‘My face is covered in cum.’!” Daniella ordered.

Jill froze for several seconds as if unsure what to do. Then I watched her hands shake as they rose up to her face and slowly wipe what I expected was a thickly layered coating of sperm. As she pulled her hands away I could just barely see the strings of spunk pull back from off her face and into the underside of her fingers and palms; they were all white and gooey.

“My face “is “covered in cum!” Jill moaned out as if it were, oddly, a startling realization.

Daniella continued: “Say it Jill: ‘My face is covered in cum and I am not ashamed!’”

A dozen men moved in, jerking their penises. Several of them spoke in low tones: “More? More?”

Jill, nearly squealed: “My face is covered in cum and I am not ashamed!”

Two-three men showered down onto Jill at a time in random sequences. “I am not ashamed!” “I am not ashamed!” “I am not ashamed!”

Daniella looked up and stared at me, looking over Jill: “None for poor Veronica! So forlorn!” Butterflies beat against my stomach as I again tried to push forward.

“Look at yourself, Jill. You love it. You are so vile: dozens of men have sprayed semen all over you and it excites you. You are a degenerate. You are so beautiful,” Daniella goaded.

“I can’t help myself!” Jill cried up.

“But of course you can’t!” Daniella agreed and then laughed.

Another large group of men moved up; many of them could barely contain themselves I could tell. Jill rabidly stroked her twat again.

“Throw yourself into the howling abyss, Jill! Forever and ever! It’s so beautiful! Tell us!” Daniella yelled down at Jill.

“I am a pervert! More! Cum in my mouth! Cum on my face!” Jill freakishly yelled out. Her head rapidly turned in different directions as almost every one of the dozen plus men all came at once, spraying ridiculously copious amounts all over her! Jill shrieked and threw herself on her back and again rubbed her face; she quickly sat back up again, pushing through her body shock.

“I love fucking cum on my fucking face!” Jill bellowed, eagerly searching for the next dosings, which quickly came from another new dozen plus men.

It was then that I realized how much my shoulders hurt; I was pushing forward so hard, wrapped up in Jill’s joyous travail. Jill’s hands moved all over her face; yet more men moved forward in threes and fours, releasing down their ejaculations. It was so much semen! More than I ever thought possible and so fast! Then I reminded myself that this was real: this was not a movie set; there were no cameras to position, no directions, no self-consciousness. Just free men desperate to release themselves and a free woman who craved with all her heart to be drenched. Transfixed, I watched man after man stiffen up and shudder as their juices escaped out them, arcing up through the air and flying down onto Jill. It was truly magical hearing, seeing, and smelling it all; all here, all real, in the real world.

A flash of anger came over me: Why Jill? Why didn’t they pick me? Several rays of gush overshot Jill and landed in front of me. My tongue darted down, but to no avail. For several minutes, more groups of men moved forward, jizzing and covering Jill from every side, every angle.

At one point, she lifted her head straight up and gargle-yelled “Everything pigs!” and spit a large wad; I watched as the sloppy-slime rose and then fell back down on her face, causing her to shiver and scream again.

A small soft velvet stool was brought forward by Gabi and placed between me and Jill. Gabi grabbed Jill’s arms and arched them behind her back, forcing Jill to rise. Gabi walked Jill backward and negotiated her over the stool.

“Sit on the stool and bend over, slut!” Jill was ordered by Gabi. Jill put her knees on the stool and bent over; her face hugged the floor where cum had puddled off her body. Jill was now very close to me, perhaps three feet away at most.

Several men approached Jill from behind, blocking my view. A man sprayed some clear liquid from a bottle and then slowly mounted her; Jill moaned softly. The man gained a slow rhythm, I watched his back muscles bulge and then he shuddered and Jill yelped. He withdrew and I saw Jill’s asshole gaping open. Within a split second another man moved in and repeated the movement. A train of men began queueing up.

Gaspy moans came forth from Jill as man after man mounted her and ejaculated. Each man’s buttocks tightened and they variously moaned and expired air; as they each moved away I began to see cum leak out of Jill’s rectum and out of her twat before the next man moved in. Jill’s vocal emanations turned into fawn-like nasal whimpers and the sound of each man’s pounding became all sloppy and sloshy as the hot cum of dozens of men commingled together with her own wetness. Fluids dripped down on the floor; men variously had cumstains on their thighs and legs. As earlier, men seemed to randomly enter their orifice of choice but this time spraying their loads, coating and painting Jill’s insides.

The last man departed and for a half a minute Jill was very quiet; I watched as her backside rose and fell with her breathing, still draped across the velvet stool. Daniella approached me and grabbed my hair from behind. The man holding me loosened his hold slightly.

Daniella spoke: “How do you feel, Jill?”

“Like fuck soup!” Jill sighed back and then burst out with a giggle.

“You are so wretchedly beautiful,” Daniella suggested. “Spread your ass cheeks Jill,” Daniella ordered.

Jill obliged and moved her hands behind her and parted her asscheeks. Daniella pushed me forward and the man holding me inched forward. Bent forward, Daniella held me very tight, my face was now inches in front of the cum-mess that was Jill’s underside. The manly musk and feminine floweriness mixed together in a wonderful smell; my heart raced with anticipation.

“Open yourself wider Jill,” Daniella ordered. Jill spread herself more and gluey epoxy dribbled down further.

“Blow on her Veronica,” Daniella stated.

I sucked in air and then exasperated myself into the glorious mess, watching it part a bit in a few spots.

“Eat me out Veronica! Fucking do it!” Jill yelled out. I pushed forward with all my might. Daniella and the man held me back; the hair on my scalp felt like it was about to tear out, and, in spite of the pain, I persisted.

“Please Daniella, I’m begging you!” I cried out.

Daniella released her hold of my hair and looked at the man and pointed her index finger in the opposite direction. He lifted me backward and threw me in the opposite direction, releasing his grip; I dreamily staggered and collapsed several feet in the opposite direction. Instantly I rose to my feet and made way toward Jill; the man grabbed me and forced me back down on my knees near my original position.

Daniella placed her left hand over my face and pushed my head back slightly. “No,” she flatly stated. Rage flashed through me; I wanted to slap Daniella.

Jill’s body was pulled by each arm by Gabi and Lydia several feet further ahead and to the right and turned around. My stomach twisted and my eyes grew large as “Jill” finally came into view—Jill plastered under pints of white man-spurt. She was literally dripping with cum; the semen-smell continued to swamp me despite the distance. Jill looked so beautiful and I envied her more than words could ever express. Her hands rubbed her face as her tongue licked her lips of the white gunk. Her mouth, rivulets of white leaking at the sides, percolated out: “It’s so wonderful!”

Daniella walked toward me; I could still see the glistening jizz trails Jill had spit on her face. She squeezed my nose tightly with her right hand, making a fist.

She said one word: “You!”

The man bracing my arms behind my back tightened his grip, forcing me to sit up fully straight. She giggled and laughed a menacing laugh. I opened my mouth in order to breathe; Daniella put four fingers from her left hand deep into my mouth, almost choking me.

“We’re going to destroy you.” Daniella whispered in a giddy tone. My heart felt like it was about to burst.

“What do you have to say about that?” she asked, pulling her left hand out, wiping my saliva across my cheeks.

It was as if every nerve in my body fed back into itself, cross-connecting. I felt so angry and yet so joyously despondent. Tears leaked out of my eyes.

“I have met the devil face to face and nearly died of thirst,” I pathetically responded. Daniella smiled.

“Move her to the table.” Daniella ordered to the man who held me down.

The man lifted me up; my feet kicked out in a vain attempt to fight; then I locked them behind him. He slowly carried me to a table at the edge of the ballroom, still holding me in place now at the waist; the tribe moved around creating a huge semi-circle, with me at the edge half center. Jill was moved and forced to squat backside in front of the crowd; she faced me across a long distance of mats.

An eery silence overtook the room as people stared at me for nearly a whole minute; Daniella glowered at me. She then spoke.

“How did it happen Veronica? How did you get here?” Daniella loudly interrogated me.

As I looked out across the floor of endless people, an ocean of eye-pairs, I felt suddenly very ashamed; I couldn’t even look at anyone. I stared down at the floor as a knot of tangled weeds and vines grew around my heart.

Daniella asked in faux-friendly voice:

“Why are you not smiling?”

A pregnant pause.

“Aren’t you proud of who you are?”

Pause.

A new whirlwind of emotions started to brew in me. I closed my eyes as her words lashed me with their barbs.

“You are so lucky.”

“We are trying to help you, pumpkin.”

“Why are you here?”

“Dig, dig, dig! You are not getting away from yourself.”

“Who are you Veronica?”

“I don’t know,” I whispered.

“What did she say? Make her look up,” Daniella instructed.

The man holding me tugged on my hair, forcing my head up. More tears welled up and I closed my eyelids even harder. I felt a bottomless pit in my heart; I wanted to climb down into it and hide forever.

“Open your eyes Veronica! You cannot shut your eyes to the truth anymore!” Daniella yelled.

I opened my eyes and yelled back at Daniella: “I don’t know who I am!!”

“Stop hiding! WHAT did you tell me in your interview: ‘I need this!’” Daniella scoldingly reminded me.

“I have a wall that’s greater than all your powers combined!” I snorted out.

Daniella approached me with her foreboding look. She ran her right index finger along my chin and then over my lips and then smiled a forgiving looking.

“This is not a game anymore, Veronica,” she matter-of-factly stated. “Your life as you’ve know it is over. I offer you the emptiness you seek. Words lie, only the pain is real.”

She then raised her right hand and slapped me hard across the right cheek. I felt the sting of warm rushing all over.

“Where’s your wall now!? You wanted real!? Well this IS real! Here you are: getting your pussy and ass plowed, sucking cock, and soon you’ll be drowning in sperm. Here you are! It’s what you wanted! Why!?” Daniella scowled and stamped her foot down.

Blistering reality stabbed itself in my heart.

I began to cry soft tears. “I can want what I want but not what I want!” I cried out.

“So you want absolution for your shame and guilty, is that it?” Daniella demanded.

“No! I don’t care what you fucking do to me. I don’t care what do to my soul. It causes me sufferings to no end. Use it, use me!” I yelled back.

“Denied! The dream of barren sexuality is the dream of death! You want to be treated as just an object, but it’s not going to happen! You will speak your truth! You will feel!” Daniella slammed back.

“I love desire more than the desired! I love my despair!” I stated.

“Cutesy! Oh woe me! Little Veronica and her dreary and empty life of books and computers! Spare me your sad existence!” Daniella ridiculed.

I wiped my eyes of tears and gathered just a small measure of composure.

“I think too much and I am dying because of it! I cannot find a universal foundation on which to live! There is no hope! There are no answers! Life is meaningless! That’s why I am here!” I retorted.

Daniella smiled impishly and paced a few steps back and forth.

“Why do you all think you’re sane?!” I screamed in disbelief. I had exposed myself as far as I could and felt totally alone, totally un-understood in front of hundreds of strangers who peered down at me, into the depths of my being. I truly just wanted to die.

Daniella approached me and whispered into the man’s ear some instructions. She returned to her position in the center of the floor. Nodding her head, the man imprisoning me altered his position slightly; he moved his left arm across my chest extremely tightly. His right hand moved down near my crotch. I had to labor just to breath.

Daniella solemnly spoke: “You are going to die Veronica. Maybe in a few seconds; maybe in seventy years. You are not getting off this planet that hurls through empty space alive. Feel your breathing. Every breath you draw wards off the death that constantly impinges on you.”

The man embraced me even more tightly. I became hyper-conscious of my breath.

Daniella paced more and then continued: “Every breath you draw into you is an ever-deferred death, but ultimately death must triumph. For it is your lot. Every moment of your life hangs by a thread; it is a constant rushing into death and a dying; the grains of sand in the hourglass fall through unceasingly until the very last one has passed.”

As I stared at Daniella and the whole tribe behind her, I felt myself become very light; my mind buzzed: how much more truth could I stand?

Daniella continued: “You cannot banish suffering. There is no hope. Every satisfaction begets a thousand new ones; there is no peace; there are no universal answers; you are just another jungle animal like the rest of us. Only that which was before you were and that which is after you are not is where there is peace. You are condemned to have desires and joys just as much as you are condemned to have needs and sufferings; but even these are prisons of your own mind. Embrace your blighted fate, your fleeting form, your emptiness. Those who don’t love their fear of death are not alive! Hope is the last evil!”

Daniella stopped moving and pointed her right finger at me and yelled: “We here know this truth in our hearts: Living safely is dangerous! Almost everyone on this planet is already dead inside, because they still cling to hope. Not us! Never! Move beyond your happiness and sadness! Let your self be destroyed by what is great and impossible! Feed your demons until your dying breath! You walked through that fateful front door to discover our obscene secrets! The body is the first truth!”

Daniella raised her right hand into a fist and began to chant: “The body is the first truth! “The body is the first truth!”

The whole crowd began chanting: “The body is the first truth!”

I burst into uncontrollable sobbing as the multitudes, unholy, primitive, heaved and hawed in their lyrical blasting. I breathed in deep waves of fat, sensual, earthy air as my sound-sense hyper-danced in the lucid never-ending echoes. All I could do was sit in a cone of my own weeping silence and stare and feel at the catastrophe within and without; it was as if I could see for a trillion miles: the Cosmos in ashes, Entropy in motion.

It was beautiful beyond all description.

The man stuck his right middle finger into my twat and began friggering me. I instantly felt my heap of moist living gush as I cried in a bizarre mixture of profound sadness and lustful prurience. My back arched up and I kissed the man on the lips; my tears spread on his cheeks. The crowd stop chanting and I nearly exploded in orgasm, but he suddenly stopped and moved away.

My body had been released! “Oh Veronica! I love you!” Jill cried out.

Filled with an impossible horniness, I screamed “Jill!” and crawled and scampered toward her on my hands and knees.

Just as my outstretched tongue was about to dive into and lap Jill’s jizz-plastered face, a muscular arm reached around my chest and threw me back onto the mat, on my rear-end, literally knocking the wind right out of my chest. Dumbstruck, I looked around in a daze. Jill began crawling toward me but was then held back by a couple of men.

It was at that point, in this daze, that something happened. I cannot quite explain it. My captivated heart twisted with enchantment. Truly, any sense of restraint, any sense of doubt, if there could be any left, was all at once obliterated and blasted from my mind. Time seemed to end. It was as if wanton rabidness itself had crawled into my skin and made me vampircally carnal. Have you seen the wicked eyes of a famished tigress stalking her prey and lapping up its meat and blood?

No past level of arousal or dream or fantasy could compare to what I felt at this moment; my lust was magnitudes beyond anything I’d ever conceived before, even just milliseconds ago. Before I was horny, now I was veraciously and uncontrollably beyond horny. I thought to myself right at this moment: “I “know “I am a pervert now.” I “knew “that I was depraved- and I didn’t care; feeling shame was simply not possible, no matter what happened, no matter what I did from this point forward.

I felt utterly moraline-free, truly an animal of nature. With every tissue of my being, I wanted to be righteously “defiled” by these men: to wear their semen inside and out, to breathe their semen in chunks right through my nose; to gulp their semen down my mouth and throat. I wanted it in my pussy and in my ass; to drink it from vessels; to lick it off the floor. Even as I write this now days later, I feel goosebumps at this memory.

Men rapidly surrounded me; erect penises on all sides. My mind raced and my pulse quickened even more. “Please! ” I ordered. Still on my knees, I grasped toward different cocks in reach. My hands were swatted back. I reached out again and was denied even more forcefully. I felt berserk; I felt angry- I want to strike out and force them to give me what I wanted. Around 50 men, many stroking their organs, made a large circle with me in the center- the men smiled down, mocking me.

Being coy this time, I slyly crawled up toward several of them and timidly said: “You know I want it on me and in me.”

Then, cat-like, I violently lunged and tried to wrap my mouth around one cock and grab the two others on its left and right. The men overpowered me and pulled my head back and lifted up my hands. My face slowly slid and grinded up across a man’s sweaty chiseled abdomen and muscular chest. I tried to pull myself down, but was defeated.

The center man looked down into my eyes and loudly spoke: “How badly do you want our cum?”

“More than air!” I loudly sputtered in anguish. Suddenly, the three men turned me around and shoved me. I stumbled across the mats in large awkward steps and fell onto another group of men about mid-waist.

“How much of a pervert are you Veronica?” one man interrogated, his large cock slapping up against my cheeks.

“I am a total pervert!” I yelled back at him.

They lifted me up to my feet and turned me around; one man held a tuff of my hair. I was crazed, growling, almost foaming at the mouth. The three men forced me forward in a slow march through the crowd and, still holding my hair, lifted me by my arms up on the bar counter. The men jumped up and they forced me down on my knees facing the ballroom; everyone in the vast room was in view.

The man holding my hair jerked my head up and shouted down into my face: “Tell everyone what you are Veronica!” He then jerked my head forward; I stared at the whole tribe for several seconds seething in a rage of anger and carnality.

“I’m a total pervert!” I proclaimed with a gut-emptying scream out across the huge room.

The two other men on the countertop stood on my sides with their fully erect cocks waving in my face. “Show us how depraved and how free you are Veronica!” the man ordered.

I clenched like a vise each cock with my hands and furiously jerked on them. I spit a huge wad of saliva on each and then frantically, violently sucked one and then the other. I faced back to the whole room as I pumped both men and breathed through my teeth in wickedness, as hundreds of pairs of eyes looked on. I felt deliciously evil.

“I want you all you sickos to tear me up and splatter me!” I yelled out.

The man jerked my head back and yelled down: “Do you know what it’s like to scream when your throat is plastered with sperm?”

“I’m desperate to find out!” I roared. I beat the cocks of the two men against my face cheeks so hard and fast it hurt.

“Hundreds of men are going to cum on your face! In your mouth! In your pussy! In your asshole! You lascivious slut!” the man, spitting, humiliated me.

“Please! Yes! It’s what I want! I’m going to fucking love it!” I hysterically cried out in agreement.

My hands released their grasp; I split-second twirled around and “bit down “on the man’s hand who held my hair, causing him to yelp. I broke free and leaped, more like exploded, off the counter; surging, storming onto the floor into the empty gap in the room where I was before. The crowd gradually rearranged itself into a new circle and they actually pulled back, giving me space. I think I scared them! I spun around several times as I glowered at the tribe, shrieking at them with my eyes; I boiled, almost hyperventilating in this fuming madness. I cupped my dripping pussy with my hands and spread the juices on my face and into my mouth.

Still pacing, I leaned forward and raised an arm and pointed as I screamed out: “Stop denying me!! Stop torturing me!! Bastards!! Fu-Fuc-Fuckers!!” I then ran headlong toward a group of guys, dropped on my knees, and again tried to suck and jerk them off, but I was again overpowered!

“Make her obey!” several men and women shouted.

“Why Jill first and not me?! You’re so unfair!” I puerilely sniveled for all to hear.

“You’ll be a glazed cumrag soon enough!” one yelled.

“Now! I want it right now!” I fired back.

The circle became tighter; I was lifted up and shoved across the room, dreamily stammering, careening, into another set of men. This same movement happened at least two dozen times. Sometimes they’d let me lick their pre-cum off their cocks; others bear-hugged my breath away; yet others spanked me so hard I’d wail. They taunted me with promises that they were going to cum on my face or in my mouth; that I’d swallow “gallons” of semen from countless men in the next few minutes; that’d I’d soon be a quivering “cum doll” wanting, begging, and finally screaming my head off for more and more jizz. I repeatedly begged them to hose me down!

With each new round that I was pushed and dropped, manhandled, and taunted, my stomach pertly twirled even more than the last. With every jolting throw I prayed that the end was truly at hand: that I’d be pinned down once and for all and volleys of stickiness would dynamite all over me in choking slimy blasts. Passed and tossed around like a chew toy, I felt drunk. Violently drunk. I loved it! I finally just collapsed in the center of the them, unable to cope not their throwing me around but the pounding of my unquenched libido; it exhausted me.

“On your feet Veronica!” someone ordered.

I tried to stand up but felt light-headed, so overcome with anticipation that I crumpled face and chest down on to the floor mats. The crowd moved in and poked me with their toes and fingers. Two men flipped me over on my back; I looked around in an aphrodisiacal fog, feeling like an insect on its back; I tried to raise myself but my arms and legs just twitched in fits of dysfunction.

“She’s ready for the splendor we have for her. Carry her to the platform! Her cup will be overflowing soon enough!” one man instructed.

Several men grabbed my arms and legs and carried me upside down like a piece of meat in a slaughterhouse. I felt totally helpless and yet totally, unimaginably, aroused. The bottom of my hair dragged against the floor of mats, carried in this phantasmagorically cruel position.

The man who carried my right leg looked down at me with an evil grin and said: “You’re “not “dreaming Veronica.” I swear my heart stop beating and I zoned out for several seconds at this point.

I vaguely recall a raunch-crazed voice repeating: “Make me a degenerate…Spew on me…Make me swallow you…No limits!” They lifted my lily-limped body up a bit and then dropped me from several feet in height onto the soft mat directly below the platform. I sighed heavily; my legs and arms flailed in the bounce.

Men quickly surrounded me again; five cocks that pointed straight down positioned themselves directly over my head. At least another dozen men immediately stepped up, forming nearly a circle, their penises pointed toward my face and breasts. Cum-covered Jill was carried over and was held standing near my feet. A man with a huge organ monstrously protruding out of his pelvis ascended the platform. Victoria snaked her way through the men and stood next to Jill.

With a wicked smiled, she looked straight down at me: “Veronica.”

Victoria paused for several seconds as her smiling face beamed down at me. “Veronica.. Veronica.. Veronica” she teased. “You know it’s about to happen, don’t you? You’re so frustrated but soon you will be fulfilled beyond all imagination!”

“Yes!! Yes!! Yes!!” I shot back.

“Oh Veronica, what do you want more than anything in the world?” Victoria tormented me further. All my eyes could do was deliriously dart from one group of engorged cocks to another and then another.

“Please.. cover me in cum.. shoot it all over me! Shoot it into my face!!” I madly squealed.

Victoria lifted a hand and wiped her palm across Jill’s slimy face and stuck her hand out. “You want this, slut?” Victoria wiped the cum across her lips and then licked it all up.

Instinctively, I started rubbing my face as if there was something on it, I wanted it so bad! “Yes!.. everywhere, anywhere.. drown me in cum, do it now!!” I nearly screeched.

Victoria smiled and then looked up at the man on the platform.

All the men in view stroked their cocks; there were countless men behind them and yet more across the vast room, some standing on tables and chairs. I stared up agape at the man directly above me, by some fifteen feet, on the platform edge. Almost as if in slow motion, thick ropey white lines dreamily cascaded down from him. The first streams went right onto my outstretched tongue then another across my cheeks then yet another across my forehead. It smelt and tasted wonderful, a musky play-doh. My skin tingled at the hot and stickiness of it all. I breathed deeply taking it all in as the distant man’s semen continued to pour down. Right then, I heard massive amounts of groaning and grunting… my hair, mouth, face, tits, stomach, pussy.. were all hit with hot sticky blasts from all directions… EVERYWHERE. My face contorted in a weird manner as my heart felt like it was endlessly falling through my twat. I grabbed my tits and push down on them hard; semen covered my hands like a glove.

My mouth half filled to the edge with spurt almost instantly, which I swallowed whole. It was so much! “Get it all over me!” I gurglely screamed out in a wet voice. More jizz spouted in and over me as another group of men moved forward; then yet three more dozen-plus-sized groups coated me geyser-like with astonishing speed. Their different viscous fluids all pooled together on my face and chest; the fragrance of man-peach swirled around me so strongly I felt like I was almost about to pass out in its charming aroma.

Lydia came into view near my feet. She kneeled down and lifted my legs up and then my ass, straight up in the air. My lower body bent upwards at the midriff. Lydia dove her tongue into my pussy and then my asshole; she then grabbed a strange looking funnel with two flexible, soft exits at the bottom. She put one exit in my twat and another in my asshole and continued to hold me up. Men continued shooting on my face and chest in big plops. I knew what was about to happen and I wanted it: “Barrage my insides with your spunk!” I screamed. As some men continued exploding down into my face others started ejaculating into the receptacle. The hot jelly flowed down deep into my cunt and rectum cavities.

“Soil me!” I choked out. Men by the scores came in the receptacle, filling up both my cavities with their commingled fluids while my upper body continued to be coated by yet scores of others. My heart-falling-forever-through-my-twat feeling continued without end as sperm peed down on me in white sheets.

My nostrils had completely choked up with white paste as my mouth, again, partially filled. I tried to swallow but it was too much! My facial muscles felt a weird numbness as I tried and failed to let the excess run off. I panicked as my chest heaved in an attempt to breath, but only cum would ooze down my inner throat. A set of hands were felt holding down my head; I looked up and through my wet eyelashes saw Victoria smiling.

Instinctively my arms rose to block the barrage but they were immediately held down by a couple of men.

“No Veronica.. let yourself go.. please let go. Obey.” Victoria slowly murmured into my ear, as semen rained forth in repeated waves.

Lydia pulled the funnel out of my now overflowing cunt and asshole and let go of my legs and ass; my lowered body splashed down into the mat.

“Open your mouth.” Victoria ordered. I opened my mouth. Everything felt light and murky as I abandoned myself to fate, to the tribe. I knew I could die right there.

“Let yourself go Veronica… Trust us, go the end; you will find what your heart seeks at the end. You are so beautiful. Surrender to your sadness and brokeness and move beyond. You are not alone.”

Victoria’s words, barely audible, penetrated my soul with euphoria. My vision and hearing faded away. I felt myself undulating, yet ever deeper, in a cloudy softness. I’d try at moments to still fight, reptilian-like, for my last morsel of self; I knew at some level I was dying. Wavy curves and surfaces of doleful forces shadowed over my awareness; I felt myself begin to fall. Hope faded with mournful pleasure as I at terminal velocity splashed into a blissfully deep warm sea; surrendering, submerging, drowning, in its monstrous finality of love.

I was no more, annihilated in an all-sufficient nothingness.

Through shadowy consciousness, I felt my throat and lungs convulse and gag. As if in slow motion, I felt hot fluid shoot up through my nasal cavity and out my nose in snorting, mucousy chunks. The smell and molten hot-sticky feeling was indescribably overwhelming- utterly intoxicating. A huge heap of semen exploded out of my mouth only to rain back down in a gloppy pitter-patter all over my face. The bang of consciousness exhilarated me as I wheezed and gasped for air. My resuscitated insides curled with exalted life as the smell, taste, and feeling of cum, mixed with the raw air that raced and parted through the steamy melange coating every cell in my mouth and nose. As I coughed, gargled, and gasped, more man-juice cannons, unrelenting, spurted and sprayed from all sides, at impossible angles.

In a loud, moaning sililoquy, I said these words but could not understand them: “I cannot believe it…I cannot believe it…I cannot believe it…”

Beyond the twirling, wispy fog of my mind I heard a man’s voice softly speak: “Believe it. Your body is the first truth. You know it’s true now, Veronica. There is no escape from the truth. You… “know”… it.”

Before I could even “think “about what just had happened, my left hand had already collided with my slimed-over clit and smacked it; my cunt walls savagely slammed together, locking tight for several forever-seconds in a diabolic electric short-circuit; then they spasm and tore and shattered apart in every direction.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I screamed a blood-curdling scream!

Pleasure pulses of gruesome magnificence showered into my lower back and clawed up my spine vertebrae-by-vertebrae and I began to moan. I bucked and shivered; jizz whiplash off my face and chest in various clotty jumbles; as I slammed back down on the mat over and over again I could feel fluids spit from my cunt and my anus as pasty liquid sloshed across the floor underneath my body.

The vicious power grew and grew and began shock-arcing through me until it pierced through my finger tips and my curled tippy-toes. More semen deluged into my mouth and onto my face and chest and everywhere else in endless multi-layers, pouring convulsant propellant into my writhing orgasmic shock; the rapturous horror built up until, having no other adequate exit, it shrieked forth in foamy, guzzling titanic screams from my cum-glazed mouth.

I tried with every last ounce of power in me to speak- to beg for more and more- but my screams bellowed so hard, so deeply; my voice was uncontrollable; I fought to half-mouth words, to shout out, but the totalizing rage defiantly forced me to swallow and digest my own swollen, boiling filth-soaked words.

I felt utterly condemned and trapped in my corpus; a mutilated victim of a joyous terror that consumed and crushed me. Each new wave of semen came forth- spraying, spurting, peeing, dripping from cock after cock in what seemed like a never-ending hot white rain.

All I could do was make blood-curdling howls of bliss and violently contract in full-body spasms as I stewed in the gelatinous slither; my muscles shredded; my soul shattered into a billion pieces in the lustful agony. I never wanted this God-Almighty torture to end!

The primeval, infernal barbarity of my body’s trauma just went on and on for what must have been minutes. Every cell, every membrane of my fiendish prison yearned to the point of rupturing to soak up every splash and every smidgen that flew and spiraled down onto it.

As my body returned to me the moans and quivers grew fainter; exhausted, yet wanting more, my hands rubbed my gluey face and breasts. I scooped up elixir and held my hand high, letting it fall down onto my face and into my mouth, relishing each swallow.

“You are all within me!” I stated, smiling up at everyone. The semen was a victory; it’s voluminousness, a triumph. The patrons around me, men and now women, looked down with a mixture of shock and envy. As I looked around nothing else needed to be to said, for all was understood.

As I sat up, I felt the slime and its weight trail down my body in clumps and rivulets. I was sitting in a puddle of jizz; my pussy and ass wadded in a depth of hot man-juice.

Victoria was at my feet: “Oh Veronica, you are a goddess!” I smiled back.

“You’ll see, young one.” Victoria solemnly stated. Just then, a couple of men brought forth a huge mirror.

My breath froze as the mirror lowered in front of me. As I looked at the girl in the mirror, her entire body, my heart felt like it was again falling through my twat. I was totally drenched in semen; from my white-sticky clumped hair down past my pussy to my feet. My eyes were bloodshot. This was real, not a video, I again thought to myself:” I am looking at myself. I am THAT girl. ”

I touched my glistening tummy to make sure it was “really myself”. The room was silent as I stared in the mirror for an entire minute absorbing every corner of my jizz-pasted body. I had craved this in the depths of my being for a year and here I was in the real world gazing at myself, completely debauched, and it was more glorious than I could have ever imagined.

I ran my palms across my face, pushing more stickiness into my mouth, and swallowed. I thought: How could humans possibly give themselves this much pleasure?

The “beautiful absurdity of the vile truth “struck me: How could this level of depravity be so wonderful, so blissful? To “surrender oneself to others “so atrociously, so abominably- only to have it twisted, transformed, reverse-perverted, into heavenliness?

All I could hear was my panting breath; flushing emotions shot through me; the butterfly twisting in my stomach became a tumult of heavenly-love seasickness.

Tears welt up in my eyes as I continued looking at myself in that mirror; then I started to shake and cry in angelic happiness.

Victoria kneeled down and crawled toward me: “Oh, honey…” she consoled as she embraced me and kissed my mouth and then pulled back and looked right into my eyes; her left fingers softly, amorously, ran over my lips and then my soaked face.

“I understand! I understand! It’s so beautiful! I understand!” I cried like a little child into Victoria’s bosom.

“I know, dear. I know.” Victoria assured, embracing me and combing her fingers through my bathed hair.

I looked up at the humanity all around me as tears gushed; I haltingly stumbled out : “It’s so.. “wonderful”. This… “gift”. For the first time in my life I feel… “human”.”

Jill crawled toward me and tenderly grasped my left hand and then she effetely kissed my breasts and my left cheek. As I wept I alternately embraced Victoria and Jill and passionately kissed them; tears kept streaming down my face. Daniella stood a few feet from me and she too was crying silent tears- crying for me, for my humanity. I felt more free and more alive at that moment than I ever had in my entire life.

Victoria and Jill passionately returned my kisses; my wicked lust stormed back. I scooped up a handful of semen that puddle all around me and spread it all over Victoria’s face. She shuttered and flushed was salacious glee. Victoria grabbed one my hands and one of Jill’s and pushed them down into the oozing mess until they were full; then lifted our hands and rubbed them all over her own mouth, cheeks, and forehead.

Victoria was dripping with cum now just like Jill and I- scores of men’s semen, all over her. Victoria scooped up two more handfuls of cum and put it in her mouth. With a coquettish look, she looked at Jill and I and blew jizz bubbles. She then stood up over me and dribbled some into my mouth; then that of Jill. Jill then kissed me and we tongued the semen back and forth in and out of each others’ mouths.

Victoria put our syrupy heads together and then looked at us very closely and whispered: “Welcome to the club. This is just the beginning of a long and glorious night.”

I cannot even begin to describe it all; as the hours rolled on, only those things that I participated in or that were outrageously carnal are worth remembering; there were so many mini-gang bangs where women got triple-penetrated fucked by twenty or thirty (or more) guys and covered in semen on a table. I sucked countless more men off and ate out cum-filled pussy; while being gored in kind to my heart’s content.

I never even bothered to wipe down my sweaty sperm-coated body; the interlude between Jill and my session lasted just a few minutes. The tribe’s suit of manly fluids felt so sexy and natural I simply didn’t want it off me. Many members showered me with praises; many had tears in their eyes. Before I could even finish the single stiff liquor drink the lights had been lowered just slightly and tables were thrown into the ballroom space.

Women randomly jumped on them and started making lewd gestures, attracting various groups of men around them. The fucking started right away and fiercely. I suddenly felt very powerful and threw myself without mercy at those who wished to be befallen, to those wished to know the beauty of the horrible truth.

The depths of my depravity grew as the night rolled on; a night of life overflowing from my eyes; of winged desires of my heart; of unutterable blisses caused and received. Amidst the never-ending scandalous excesses lusts flowed from their uncapable wells, feed by the deep subterranean rivers that united me with these strangers, these fellow humans.

What did it mean to truly be alive? To see it all, to cause it all: anger, fear and trepidation that in an instant rose to a flaming heaven-tinged joy. The emotional extremes of despair in one moment to ungodly joys in the next; the losses and the gains; the cold rejections followed by the warm embraces; the cursing protestations that collapsed into craven pleas; the sobbing fits that washed themselves away in angelic tears. No psychic wall could withstand the swallowing tides that lapped against them. In this hyper-reality, even at my vilest, through all these brutish physical depredations and harrowing words, my heart was full of affection: for myself, for others.

Jason looked a bit dubious, but followed her direction. “And Travis,” Kylie continued, “You grab Jason’s cock and hold it at the base.” Travis’s eyes widened and he looked at Jason hesitantly. Jason looked a bit unsure, but eventually he shrugged and said, “Well, I guess the dare is to recreate the situation, so that’s what we have to do.” He tried to sound doubtful, but the others detected the excitement in his voice. Travis grinned and, reaching down, took hold of Jason’s fully-erect penis, stroking it a couple times before grasping it tightly at the base. His fingers played gently with Jason’s smooth balls.

“OK, you’re all set,” Kylie said excitedly. “Now it’s my turn.” She approached the two boys and kneeled down in front of them, studying their wagging units. Jason’s seven-incher was pulsing slightly as Travis maintained his hold. Travis’s cock was about six inches long, but quite thick, the veins standing out under the velvety skin. Both boys kept their pubic hair trimmed very short, so their cocks stood out prominently.

Reaching up, Kylie took hold of Travis’s shaft in her left hand and gave it a few experimental tugs. It expanded slightly at her touch and Travis responded with an intake of breath. Kylie flicked her tongue out and teased the underside of Travis’s cock. Looking up into his eyes, she licked up and down the smooth shaft as Travis peered down at her open-mouthed. Kylie lovingly kissed up the underside and swirled her tongue around his mushroom head, which was taut and shiny. Suddenly, she opened her mouth and swallowed his cock whole. Travis gasped and tightened his grip on Jason’s cock. Kylie sucked on Travis’s thick member, bobbing her head up and down slowly. The warm wetness felt amazing, and Travis started moaning softly.

With one hand holding Travis’s shaft, Kylie reached her other hand up to Jason’s cock and began to stroke it lightly. Then she pulled off of Travis’s cock and started to lick Jason’s. Jason groaned from the attention and watched as Kylie put his cock in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. Travis pulled gently at Jason’s cock as Kylie sucked and softly stroked Jason’s hard ass cheeks with his other hand. He ran a finger up and down the crack of Jason’s ass, causing him to moan with pleasure.

Kylie began to alternate on the two boys, licking up Jason’s cock and then down Travis’s in a circular motion. She brought the two cocks closer together until the tips were touching. Slippery with saliva and pre-cum, the cocks slid together wetly, the contact turning both boys on even more. Kylie opened her mouth wide and tried to fit both penises in her mouth at the same time, but she could only fit the heads in slightly. Jason reached down and took Travis’s cock in his hand and the two boys stroked each other as Kylie continued her oral ministrations. She leaned in and took Jason’s cock in her mouth, sucking furiously.

The pressure was intense and Jason cried out, “Oh God! Yeah, suck it!” His cock swelled and the first jet of cum shot down Kylie’s throat. She pulled her mouth off just as Jason’s second wave spurted out, covering Kylie’s lips and cheek. She jerked his cock and watched with her mouth open wide as more cum jetted out of Jason’s cock, spraying her face. As his orgasm subsided, Kylie turned to Travis and began sucking on his cock. It didn’t take long for Travis’s orgasm to arrive. Kylie sucked long and hard on his cock, using her tongue to play with the sensitive head. Travis moaned, “I’m coming!” and released his load deep inside Kylie’s mouth. She kept him in her mouth, sucking down all of his hot cum before pulling his cock out and licking him clean.

Jason was still hard, and she turned back to lick his dick gently. Suddenly she felt hands on her hips. Turning her head, she saw Ryan positioning himself behind her. She grinned her approval, and he kneeled behind her. Without hesitation, Ryan positioned his cock at her moist entrance and entered her from behind. Kylie grunted and continued to lick Jason’s cock as Ryan fucked her.

Amanda and Brie approached and kneeled next to Kylie. Leaning in, the three girls worked on Jason and Travis’s cocks, which had come back to life. Amanda and Brie licked Travis’s dick, their tongues entwining over his engorged head. Ryan fucked Kylie hard from behind, and her moans were muffled by Jason’s cock deep in her throat. Brie and Amanda played with each other’s pussies as they continued to suck and lick Travis’s cock.

Suddenly, Kylie pulled Jason’s cock out of her mouth and screamed, “Oh yeah, I’m coming!” Ryan pumped into her from behind as Kylie’s orgasm wracked her body. She stroked Jason’s cock, which erupted with his second orgasm, spewing his seed over her face. Ryan pulled out of Kylie pussy and shot his second load over her back and ass. Travis’s cock erupted in Brie and Amanda’s mouths, coating their tongues with his love juice. Brie and Amanda rubbed each other’s pussies furiously and called out as they reached orgasm simultaneously, their tongues still licking Travis’s spent dick. When everyone’s orgasms had subsided, the group collapsed onto the floor, exhausted.

“Best game of truth or dare ever,” Amanda said after a few minutes.

“Yeah, I think that’s a fair assessment,” Jason agreed. “So what are you all doing tomorrow?”

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