I felt orgasm everywhere. My whole body was an erogenous zone – every cell as sensitive as the juiciest depths of my cunt. It seemed as though my entire being were constructed of pussy tissue.
It was the Fourth of July, Christmas, New Year's Eve, and World War III all rolled into one. I was going out of my mind with sexual excitement.
Where was the cum? There was no cum yet.
I wanted cum. Lots and lots of hot, rich cum.
"Come in me, you bastards!" I temporarily broke my seal with Glenda's snatch to cry. "Drown me with your cum!"
Then it was back to eating pussy and waiting – waiting for cum.
"Oooooomph!" the guy in my pussy said. His prick was erupting in my fuck-hole. I was really getting it now.
The fist in my ass didn't have access to any testicles, but its owner's cock did. He'd been jacking off with one hand while he'd been anally fist-fucking me with the other.
Now he came all over my butt. The goo slid into my crack and glazed the outer rim of my asshole. I loved it.
On my face, Glenda was pouring pussy juice down my throat. Suddenly it was joined by the spurting of the cock that had been fucking my tits.
On a full thrust, its head was only inches from my chin. I was getting drenched.
Making just enough space between the lips of my mouth and Glenda's labia, I sucked up the jizz. When I had it all, I shared it with my facial lover's hungry pussy.
The cock in my hand went off. I caught the cream with my fingers and transferred it over to the cunt I was fist-fucking on the other side. Now somebody else's twat was dripping with spunk.
My left armpit was suddenly squishing with cum – so was my right.
Then my navel was a miniature lagoon of hot stickiness. The excess from the spurting cock there was spewing dawn my belly and turning the crinkly forest of my pubic hair into a quagmire. I felt like I'd sat in honey.
Everybody was coming. The air around us was humid with the spray of male and female cum. I thought of it as a shining halo.
As masterpiece of erotic symmetry had been achieved. All of us had climbed the peak. But we remained there only a short while. Pretty soon, things started to get sloppy.
There was so much juice we were slipping and sliding like combatants in a mud-fight. All traction was lost as we slid around like raw egg yolks in a bowl.
We slipped off the couch like we were going over a waterfall. On the floor, we prowled all over each other's bodies looking for meat.
Now everybody was doing everything to everybody. We were just a free-form mass of mindless fucking and sucking. Every cock seemed bigger than the last, every pussy sweeter than its predecessor.
It was an advantage that I was blindfolded. Limited by the confines of vision, I'd have missed out on seeing so much. This way, in the panorama of my tireless imagination, imagery provided me with a full view of every act in the room.
Every cock in an ass. And, of course, every one fucking a pussy.
Prick spurting in mouths. Beautiful girls drinking the turn, their bobbing tits speckled by somebody else's jizz.
I was so delirious with joy I didn't know which cocks and pussies were servicing me, and which were making it with other people. Stripped of my individuality by the power of raw sex, I felt like the integral part of an enormous, single organism. An organism that seemed to thrive, cannibalistically, on its own fluid. The fluid from its collection of constantly erupting loins.
Every time somebody came again, it just seemed to spur on the rest of us. We were junkies for our own sauce.
Who knows how long we went at it. Blindfolded, I had no idea of when we started and when we finally collapsed in a soggy mountain of human flesh.
Of course, the mundane concept of earthly time was the last thing concerning me as I slipped into an orgasmic sleep. Encapsulated in the afterglow of fucking, I was soaring through infinity.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was only when I came to amid the slumbering bodies that I realized I had fucked my way into a perfect opportunity to escape. By crawling around and touching their sticky, inert anatomies, I was able to ascertain that everyone seemed zonko. Even those technically conscious seemed oblivious to their surroundings.
In other words, little Angie had humped a whole gang of kidnappers into submission.
There seemed nothing stopping me from removing my blindfold and taking my leave. Nobody would be the wiser, perhaps for hours.
I took the first big step there, the blindfold was off.
I could see them all for the first time. What an erotic mess. Crusted-over cocks and congealing pussies littered the room in carnal debris. It was hard to believe I'd actually had sex with all these people at once.
Naturally I wondered which one was their dynamic leader, Chinga. However, I didn't have time to match identities with genitalia. If I was going to rush to freedom, I couldn't allow myself to be distracted any longer.
Tripping through the pile of naked bodies, I was on my way to the door. Then, there, I discovered that it wasn't locked, turned the knob, and was suddenly facing into the maw of the outside world.
It was pitch-black outside sometime in the middle of the night. There was no moon so I'd be without light in my flight. However, I decided that it was still a big improvement over being blindfolded.
Even in the dark I could ascertain that the hideout was out in the country somewhere – totally isolated. I might have to travel for miles to find help. In the meantime, I would be totally nude. All alone in the night, I felt like the last survivor on earth.
Choosing the hated shed in which I'd been imprisoned as the focal point for my escape, I began running in the opposite direction from it. Sprinting across a clearing, I had my eye on the sanctuary of a grove of trees a hundred yards ahead. I hadn't run since high school PE, but I felt like a world-class miler.
However, the instant I hit the trees, my woeful lack of condition caught up with me. Falling to the ground, I heaved for air. My lungs were on fire.
Groveling on a bed of pine needles, I gradually reintroduced the wonder of oxygen to my system. Finally the dizziness stopped and I could concentrate on something besides the possibility of passing out.
Reasonably refreshed, I surveyed my surroundings. From the ground all I could see were the looming tops of trees, black and lurking against the night sky. Their company was so ominous I no longer felt alone.
And I wasn't.
"Don't bother to get up," he said. "I like you just the way you are."
Chinga! I'd have known that chilling voice anywhere.
"I thought you were back at the hideout with the others!" I blurted.
His reply was the screech of a descending zipper. Leveling my gaze, suddenly I was looking at the vertically leering head of an angry, red cock. It was hard, enormous, and twitching.
"Get up and suck it," he ordered. "I want to fuck you in the mouth."
Just like that, I got on my knees and did it. There was something about him that made refusal unnatural.
His prick was as sweet as it was long and thick. It was like sucking on a candied yam.
It was even better when he started moving his hips in the classic fucking motion. His dick swiveled further and further down my throat until I was eating it all. At the hilt, I hungrily nibbled his balls with my slobbering lips.
Choking on his root to the maximum, my nose was buried in his bristly crotch-hair. He smilled at me.
"Think you could bowl me over with your tits and ass?"
I shook my head no – I would never think such a thing. I didn't know what the truth was any more all I knew was that I wanted to please this charismatically brutal man.
"Chinga doesn't go to the trough with the animals," he snarled. "He gets his meat special."