I made my lips small and tight, compressed them so that she had to force the clitoris between them. Without having discussed it, we had arrived at a fantasy to play out. She was the rapist forcing her stiff organ into the clenched, tight, resisting vagina of my mouth. It was a strange switch, I know. Perhaps even with strong elements of homosexuality. Still, don’t knock it unless you’ve tried it. Switching sex roles can be fun. And we weren’t the only ones at that playground orgy who were doing it.
On the lazy Susan was a large, bearded man dressed in a see-through blouse and a very short mini-skirt. His legs were sturdy but shapely, and quite hairy. At first the tip of his long, pendulous penis was visible below the hem of the mini. Later, with rigidity, the tool pushed the skirt out in front, giving him the quaint appearance of being pregnant. His chest too was hairy, but squeezed together under the see-through blouse so that he had pronounced, albeit muscular breasts. His lips were painted very red between his moustache and his beard. His thick brown hair was naturally long, and together with pronounced false eyelashes and mascara, it stressed his femininity despite his excessive body hair.
His companion was a very thin woman, slim-hipped, flat-bottomed, and—I think—underdeveloped breast-wise. It was hard to tell about that last. She was wearing one of those net T-shirts that fishermen wear. Under it her breasts had been pulled down and flattened out with Scotch tape. Except for the nipples, which puckered and were dappled, her chest might have been that of a young and hairless male. She had a long face with very high cheekbones and her silver-tipped brown hair was cropped short, accentuating her boyishness still more. She had been wearing tight dungarees, but she had taken them off. She had not been wearing underwear under them. There was a contrivance strapped around the lower part of her body. Made of hard rubber, the main part fit over her crotch and was shaped at right angles like two oversized male sex organs arranged perpendicularly to each other. One part of this dildo stretched the mouth of her vagina and most of its length was buried in there. The other part, now, as I watched, became the instrument of her rape of the bearded, femininely dressed and made-up man.
Still spinning on the adult-sized lazy Susan, she forced him to his hands and knees. In this position his miniskirt rode up over his back and his behind stuck out. It was surprisingly plump, quite muscular, and very, very hairy.
At first she mounted him like he was a horse and she was the rider. In this position, in the make-believe saddle, his pawing at the floor of the lazy Susan and rearing up and down forced the dildo deeper inside her and the sensations the activity brought about seemed to excite her tremendously. She smacked his hairy behind hard and he bucked more violently and she squeezed her thighs around his waist and squeezed the dildo filling her with the muscles of her vagina.
Then she shifted position. She slid down behind him and this time she mounted him like a dog. Her muscles tensed and she plunged the dildo deep into him with all her strength. Of course this also forced it deeper inside herself. Sprawled over him this way, she leaned far forward—like a jockey in the stretch now -- reached underneath, and grabbed his stabbing penis. Each time she plunged the dildo into him, his sphincter reacted and he reared up and his prick jerked wildly. The cheeks of his behind had been forced wide apart now, and he was pushing his ass backward to the impalement of the dildo as eagerly as she was thrusting forward. Before long I saw a copious amount of love cream spurt out from her fist, soiling his mini-skirt, making his penis all but spin in circles with the explosion of its release. Still she stayed on top of him, violating his anus, plunging the dildo into both of them. . . .
Meanwhile, I was still frantically licking and sucking and eating Peggy. Her blonde Afro in the wind, her proud breasts jutting out, her erect figure straining to my oral touch—all made her seem like some Valkyrie being serviced by Odin himself. It was all I could do to restrain myself from burying my teeth in that succulent, hairless nest of hers.
Old Lucifer was standing at attention. Peggy had edged one of her bare feet over so that the toes were under my scrotum. She had very talented toes. They nipped and tickled deliciously as we rose toward the sky and sank back toward the ground. Rising and sinking in this way, titillated by her toes and my tongue, we strove for the fulfillment of our mounting lust.
Over at the foot of the slide now, the joined trio had been joined by a fourth. The French girl was still impaled atop the black man’s impressive weapon. The pale young man was spread out on his knees behind her, his stiff rod buried in the plump cheeks of her behind. She was beside herself with the knowledge of the two male sex organs feeling each other’s presence as they moved deep inside her.
The petite fille was so beside herself that she grabbed a passing man around the knees and tripped him. He fell to a kneeling position in front of her. He was a portly man of middle years. A foolish smile spread over his face as she unzipped his fly and fished out his clarinet. As yet only semi-rigid, it was nonetheless the most impressive of the three with which she was involved. It was a full seven and a half inches long, and of a formidable thickness. From where I was swinging, lining it up between Peggy’s hot thighs now, it looked like a length of stiff rubber hose.
It grew a lot stiffer as the fille licked it from base to tip with her eager tongue. It got longer and thicker as well. Her lips and mouth stretched wide to encompass the girth of the head of it. When he thrust it in even deeper, perhaps a little more than half its length, her eyes popped and her throat worked to keep from gagging on it.
The black man, on his back, was moving up and down convulsively. Even his balls were swallowed up by her hot box as her weight settled on him. Added to that weight was the impetus of the white lad ripping and tearing his violent way into the forbidden territory of her anus. And at the same time, her head was moving back and forth blindly as she licked and sucked the huge cock in her hungry mouth.
The three most erogenous of her bodily orifices were each stuffed with malehood. The black man, his hands spread over both her breasts (the black velvet evening gown was now like a thick tire around her waist and covered nothing else), was pulling her down hard so that she would take the full force of his imminent discharge. The caboose rider was using the momentum of the black man’s action to pin her behind so that his own flow might fill her anal cavity. The portly man, likewise, had been brought to the brink of orgasm by her educated mouth.
There was a quadruple explosion. The black man pumped jizzum into her waiting love-passage. The back-door Romeo overflowed into the rear pantry. The portly man sprayed her throat so that she was choking and gasping. And the girl herself writhed spasmodically as one orgasm followed another, seizing her body, welling up from her clitty, spreading from her sphincter, gushing down with the love-juice that filled her throat.
“Aye! Aye! Aye!” Peggy too was going over the top. The straps of the black garter belt were tangled in my ears. “Aye! Aye! Aye!” Like a mound of vanilla ice cream her shaven hump was sweet and clinging and melting against my tongue. “Aye! Aye! Aye!” She spread her sexuality over my mouth and ground out its release with a mighty clenching of her thighs. “Aye!. . .Aye!. . .Aye! . . .”
Old Lucifer was swollen thick and throbbing with the gathering wellspring of his lust. My scrotum was as heavy as a sack holding twin cannonballs. Hot and hard, I ached for release.