He and I walked over to Agnes, and I told her pointblank that they had had a houseful of lovers for a long time, but that the pairing off had been execrable. Instead of Paul dating Sue, and Agnes married to Jim, which was an impossible setup for happiness, I now had everyone paired off according to their talents, capabilities, and desires. Everyone's dreams were coming true today. She smiled up at Paul and put her arms around him.
"Come to Momma, little boy, let me take care of you like you never knew of before." He melted down on the bed beside her, and I could see that they were going to get along fine.
I noticed that old man Richardson and young Lucy were sort of off to themselves and I figured, correctly I found out later, that he was merely being overprotective of her recent deflowering and didn't want her to participate in too much group sex and get worn out, torn up, or otherwise abused. And Jim and Susan were playing on the fringe of the crowd for the same reason, plus I had a sneaking hunch that the sheriff wasn't going to share her young body with anyone else, and it was all right with her – they were actually, totally, stars-in-the-eyes in love with each other, and more than a little possessive about each other. Which was fine. There was more than enough action going on in the center ring of the large room.
Betty (who else but this complete extrovert and insatiable variegator) had suggested a French daisy chain, and had everyone (an even dozen, anyway) lined up in a circle, and then they each leaned toward the partner on the left and began a licking and sucking contest. Since there were six of each, male and female, everyone got a good partner, and there were cries and screams and giggles as each one came at a different time, some hanging on for seconds, others looking up and watching those across the circle.
I suggested when that was through – old Judge Stone hung on for thirds, young Cissy was such an artist with her tongue – that I would turn my back, they were to rearrange themselves in the circle, then count off, from 1 to 12. That way I didn't know who was where. Then, when that was finished, I turned around and started calling numbers three at a time.
"Four, nine, two," I called, and Harold Wilson, little Cissy, and Bob Cook stepped forth.
"Sic 'em," I grinned, and they raced to the nearest bed, where Cissy lay with one on each side. As Harold fondled her tiny breasts, Cook began licking her cunt, and she then began sucking on Harold's cock as she jacked off old Cook with her hand. We all sat and stood around, most of the viewers idly petting and caressing a neighbor, watching the first revelers participate in the menage a trois before our eyes. Finally, Cook suggested that Cissy get face down on Harold's cock, boost her ready rear-end up in the air, and let him in the back door. Cissy responded with alacrity, and as Richardson drove his shaft up her snug rectum, she almost choked herself diving forward onto Harold's tumescent cock. Cook hauled her back by the hips onto his pounding shaft, and they soon synchronized their strokes until with a glorious cry of triumph he emptied his seed up her tiny asshole just as Harold filled her avidly working mouth with his load of sperm. The three of them lay back, exhausted, to some well-earned applause from the rest of us.
"Next," I called, "numbers three, six, and seven." It turned out to be Tom, Tony and Sally Walker. So far, the pairings had been luckily ideal. Or ideally lucky. Either way, everyone was happy with the arrangement.
As Sally escorted the two hot-blooded youths to the field of champions, we all settled down once again to view the proceedings. Sally took charge immediately, and had the youths lie side by side on the bed, with herself in between them.
"Now, whichever one of you gets a good hard-on first, fucks me, I'll French the other one," she told them, and proceeded to stroke and jerk their cocks while they both reached for and fondled one of her bounteous, jiggling breasts. Tony's cock rose immediately, and as he started to roll over onto Sally, she pushed him back.
"Okay, you're first," she told him, "but we'll have to do it my way. Now, we'll do it dog fashion so I can blow him at the same time. Besides, you can get your cute little pecker clear in that way and have plenty of freedom back there to play all you want, and if you're wondering what to play with, I'll guide you to the best clitoris you ever massaged. Now get with it – get on and get in. This is going to be great." And so saying, she knelt over Tom's semihardon, smiled eagerly, and engulfed it and began working with her hot mouth, tonguing and sucking rapidly on the deliriously delighted youth. Tony was pumping manfully away at her cunt, bracing himself with both hands on her big full cheeks of her butt, and ramming away merrily. His hand finally crept under her, searched for and found her hot button, and pinched and caressed it as she backed more and more up to him to get it all in. As she came, her moans told us how good it was, for she never let her mouth leave young Tom's cock for a single stroke, but she clamped her thighs together, trapping Tony clear in to the hilt, and we could tell from the way her thigh muscles undulated that she was milking his small cock for every last drop of his young come. Just then Tom exploded in her face, and she swallowed each drop as it surged forth, so that when she rose and sat back, breathing heavily, Tom's cock flopped sideways, totally spent. The three lay there for a few moments, savoring the session, and I thought of three more numbers.
"Eight, thirteen and sixteen are next," I called. It was Alice, Bill, and Dottie, and as the two well-developed women led their young lad to the sacrificial altar – and a very eager sacrifice he was, too – we knew that we were in for a big session, for each of them was kidding the other, and bragging how they were going to outdo the other in working Bill over. If each of them kept half their promises, young Bill would get turned wrong side out in about five minutes.
Alice lay on the bed and took Bill's already-hard dick into her mouth. Dottie lay down alongside, facing the other way, and pulled Bill's head down into her hotly moist muff, where his tongue soon found its target, and Dottie's hips began to writhe and twist and turn as he fluttered her clit avidly and vigorously. Bill's hands, meanwhile, were exploring, and one of them ended on Dottie's full, bouncy tit, while the other crept up to and then into Alice's cunt. His mutual gropings and caresses, and the two women's keen cravings drove them all to a peak far sooner than they had anticipated, and in less time than it takes to tell, the variety of the threesome blasted them all off into orgasm.
I decided, in order to make the teams come out even on the last round, to participate in it myself. Besides, I was so horny I couldn't sit still any longer while all the action was going on around me without getting my share. It turned out that there were two foursomes: Agnes, Paul, Dan and Shirley; and Stone and myself with Betty and little Linda; so the teams were again evenly matched.
Stone grinned ruefully as we approached the girls on the bed. "Don't know how I can compete with that big tally whacker of yours, Doc. Damn, these kids'll throw me and my little one out of the circus, probably."
I told him don't worry about it, there was enough to please a little girl, and a girl would rather be tickled to death than bored to death, and so on, and then we were bedside. Stone headed for Linda, and I was glad to get Betty – her lush, voluptuous roundness and willingness and ability to try everything, to perform in every way, still gave me a thrill. And she really worshipped sex. A truly sexual hedonist – just loved to fuck, suck, take a trip around the world, a dealer's choice sort of game. I grabbed her and began fondling her hard, young tits. As I mouthed a nipple, and tried to twist the pair of them inwards to get them both in my mouth at once, her hands were strolling up and down my body, bringing little tickly tingles of electricity clear through me. Finally her hands settled in front, in my crotch, and I could feel her tiny paws trying vainly to surround my huge cock. As she felt it stiffen and grow in her grasp, she could wait not a second longer, and she dropped to her knees in front of me and crammed the bulbous head of it into her mouth, both hands still on the base of my shaft, and looked up adoringly at me with eyes like a happy spaniel. As her hotly wet tongue flicked around the rim and the head, I could feel it swell even more inside her mouth, and then she lowered her head and began diving forward on it and engulfing as much of its ten-inch-plus length as she could take in her tiny jaws. The firm, warm snugness of her oral cavern, with her frenzied tongue keeping time to her rapid head strokes, drove me up the wall, and I decided to let the first batch fly – then on the second and subsequent comes I'd have a lot better control. We could both begin to feel the buildup of my orgasm, and she redoubled her efforts on my cock, tickling my balls with one hand and gently stroking my asscheeks with the other. Then it came: surging, pulsing, wave after wave of hot, thick, creamy love for the filled, stretched face of my teenage delight. She held her head still, gulping valiantly to swallow all of my jism before it could trickle from her avid mouth. Finally she backed off and sat up, panting heavily, slowly rubbing her jaws.