Augustus Tulare - Painful paradise

But it was an exciting little plaything to find in the juicy well of Heidi's very female juices. And Pal gave it a thoroughly complete licking and sucking motel Heidi reached her first culmination.

"Ach-h-h! I komm-m-m-m!" she yelled loudly, and as the tip of Pal's tongue slipped down and entered the flowing fountain of Heidi's vagina, the thighs and legs wrapped around Pal's nude back. She could feel the irregularities of the postulant sores, pressed over her sensitive skin. But she ignored it, and concentrated on bringing the poor girl to a true completion.

"Kee-riste!" said Paul. "It makes me horny as hell to watch those two!"

"Me too!" agreed Jonas.

"Damned if I'm gonna miss the opportunity!" Paul cried.

He soon had his butt above Heidi's chest, one knee on either side of her neck, so that her shoulders fitted behind his knees. He could feel her left nipple erected into the crack of his ass, and it drove him wild with lust.

He slipped his passion-hard cock into Heidi's lips, and the girl sucked it into her mouth eagerly, reveling in the added involvement that helped comfort her nymphomaniac nervous system.

Jonas was only a few moments later in getting his plan executed. He got up behind Pal and pulled her legs out until her buttocks were poised high in the air. She tried not to let his efforts interfere with her ministrations to Heidi, although she felt a distant concern about what he would decide to do.

When his hard, skinny little dog-pecker slipped into her cuntal lips, she realized for the first time that she had been lubricating copiously from the mental involvement she had met in Heidi's crotch.

Jonas used the sloppy excretion to greatest advantage. He let his long canine rod run back and forth through Pal's slippery slit, until it was coated with the hot, creamy liquid.

Then he grabbed her satin-sleek buttocks with his hands and let his dog-like antenna feel its own way into the torn butterfly of her inner cuntlips. She felt the thrillingly pointy tip of his rubbery cock slip past her entrance and slide goosily into her vagina.

Her head came out of Heidi's crotch for just a few moments as she savored the shuddery thrill of the long, drawn-out insertion. Jonas let it slide in so slowly that she could feel the doggy red cone pass each pink, hot wrinkle of her swelling passage. It made her give out a shrill cry of excitement.

"Eee-e-e-e! Jonas! Get it all the way in before I pass out!"

He obliged her quickly, not wanting the festivities halted so they could get her revived.

When she felt the prehensile tip searching out her uterus opening age, she almost passed out, anyhow. The eerie sensation was almost unbearable. It was like a tiny animal nosing about inside her!

"God! Jonas, you'll kill me with that nosy feeler of yours before you're through! Oh-h-h! What a sensation!"

Paul only vaguely heard her, so thoroughly was Heidi keeping him occupied. She had brought him dangerously close to the edge of his control several times, but used her teeth expertly to discourage him before he could ejaculate.

Jonas, highly excited by Pal's obvious lusty pleasure with his flexible flyer, was in his glory. He had slipped his hands up to her shoulders, shoving aside Heidi's clasping legs so he could get his chest against Pal's soft silken skin. Then he had slipped his arms around her to cup her firm, generous breasts.

Heidi had let Jonas get settled, then wrapped her legs around Pal's shoulders until the scabby calves reached up to grip Jonas at almost the same place.

Now they all worked feverishly, each trying to last as long as possible, in order to prolong the voluptuous feelings that flowed over them.

When Jonas managed to get his rubbery point lodged in the tight fleshy lips of Pal's womb, he groaned with the effort of holding back his explosion, so good did it feel to have her innermost sanctum violated by his hot, throbbing cock.

Pal could feel the hard little cone as it pierced again that vulnerably sensitive little donut of womanhood that she had thought was inviolate to the human male.

"Oooh-h-h! You did it again! You did it again! You got that sneaky little thing into my uterus! Oh, Jonas! God! I'm-m-m-m commmmmgggggg!" She vibrated all over with the force of her bursting orgasm, and the juices seeped wildly out of her as she felt the spasmodic clutchings of her innermost being.

Secure now in ego-satisfying uniqueness of his accomplishment, sure that if he could do it twice, he could do it again and again, Jonas lost all self-consciousness about his non-conforming penis. He reveled in his newly developed capability as if he had become a God.

"I got my one-of-a-kind dog-prick screwed into your baby-maker like no other man could ever get it!" he yelled, and then the enormity of his repeat performance burst him loose from his control.

His swollen little cone erupted in explosive jets that hit the walls of Pal's tiny womb with hot, soul-shattering splashes. As he gushed the last of his bountiful load into her dangerously vulnerable female temple, he fell off her, and she collapsed on top of Heidi, her face sliding up over the girl's scabby belly until it stopped against her breasts.

Paul had heard this last, as had Heidi. Both of them seemed to be terribly affected by the improbable gut-fucking finale that climaxed so loudly and so near them.

Heidi's body convulsed in rapid, shivering tremors as she felt herself loosened for the first time in weeks from the terrible hungers that had possessed her. She swallowed greedily at the hot, pulsing stream of sticky semen that Paul's cock was pumping into her mouth and throat.

Paul gave a strangled cry and started to fall backward, but as his spine hit Pal's head, it hit a nerve, making him jump up in reflex. His butt came back down, and his after-fuck pulsings made his asshole wink as it closed over one of Heidi's nipples.

Still trying to swallow the last of Paul's copious seed, she could not cry out without choking. The effort of continuing to swallow while her reflexes fought to make her scream with the sudden, sharp pun, caused her to lose control of her bladder.

Pal woke up as the hot amber stream finished its geysering up against her navel.

The hot smell of sweat and sex around her, and the pungent odor of the urine, seemed to make her pass out again. For a long while, the room was very quiet, except for the sounds of deep breathing.

High up in one corner of her room, mounted at the juncture of two walls and the ceiling, was a small speaker enclosure.

Pal had noticed it before, but because she had always had too much else on her mind, she had given it no thought.

Now, the day after her exacting participation in the four-way orgy with Heidi, she lay on her bed, still exhausted, unable to regain as yet the strength torn from her during the degrading and shameful episode.

Her eyes caught on the dark wood that housed the speaker, and she wondered why it was there. All the time she had been imprisoned in the room, there had been no sound from it.

Her experience in the hospitals had taught her that speakers can be used as microphones, also, when connected in certain kinds of intercom systems.

She doubted that this installation was intended as a listening device, for several reasons. First of all, she had seen no indication of any kind of staff here. There seemed to be only Paul and Jonas. They could hardly interrupt their separate and individual duties for spot checks of the "cells" occupied by Heidi, Betty, and herself. At least, not with any degree of security.

And if it were up there to betray her activities, they would most likely have discovered her escape attempt before she had stumbled into Stillwell in the lobby.

They also could have heard her pattering about when she was on her douche-hunting junkets.