Fletcher Hill - Sweet lips

All the girls took one, and there was a moment of silence while they sampled them.

Then, "Vickie!" Gayle exclaimed. "This tastes like pussy!"

Vickie smiled proudly. "Of course it does," she said. "Do you like it?"

"Yes," Gayle said, taking another bite. "Did you get the flavoring at the sex store?"

"Certainly not," Vickie said, pretending to be affronted. "I got it straight from between my legs."

"Are you serious?" Leda said. "How'd you ever get enough?"

"With me, it's no problem," Vickie said modestly. "It took me only about ten minutes." She paused. "Of course, I was really trying."

All the girls laughed, and finished their brownies.

"And now it's time for the main event," Vickie said. "All right, girls – everybody in the bedroom!"

"Now what?" Sharon said.

"Can't you guess?" Vickie said, grabbing her by the hand and tugging her toward the bedroom door. "Haven't you noticed how positively famished everyone looks?"

In the bedroom, Vickie grasped the hem of her dress and drew it over her head in one quick, fluid motion. "Last one naked's a nasty old bull-dyke," she said.

"You want me nude too, I suppose," Sharon said.

"You, especially," Vickie said, peeling down her pantyhose. "You're the main course, you know."

"Oh," Sharon said, smiling as she lifted her skirt. "Well, in that case…"

When everyone was naked, Sharon glanced about her, thinking to herself that she had never before seen so many flawlessly beautiful bodies at one time – so many perfect upthrust breasts, so many delectable blond and brown and black and auburn pussies, so many mouth-watering little pink slits, all beginning to glisten with juice at the same time.

"Now on the bed, Sharon," Vickie said. "Spread-eagled on your back."

Sharon lay down in the center of the huge round bed, stretched her arms out behind her head, and spread her legs.

"All right, girls," Vickie said. "She's all yours!"

Sharon was suddenly surrounded by girls; the bed was covered with them, all of them sucking her body at the same time. Jill and Leda had each laid claim to a leg, and they were now sucking her toes. Gayle and Mimi had chosen her arms, and they were both licking her fingers and the palms of her hands. Vickie and Adele were at either side of her, licking the swelling outer curves of her breasts.

Neva and Nina – since they were interested only in each other – had assumed a sixty-nine position and were already licking each other's slits.

Sharon closed her eyes, breathing in the perfume from nine excited pussies, feeling the thrill of being licked by six eager tongues, aware that her nipples and cunt were juicing almost as much as they did when she was cuming.

From sucking her toes, Jill and Leda moved up to her ankles, then began bathing her calves, moving slowly up toward her knees. Meanwhile, Gayle and Mimi had worked their way up to her armpits and were nibbling and sucking the tender skin there. Vickie and Adele were licking her breasts in narrowing circles, moving ever closer to the erect nipples.

Sharon tried to lie completely still, but it was impossible. So many hungry mouths on her body at the same time was almost more than she could cope with.

Jill and Leda were kissing her thighs now, and the aroma of the nine pussies was growing stronger by the second. Vickie and Adele, moving in concert, each took a nipple and began to suck. Gayle and Mimi, having finished with her armpits, were taking turns sucking her tongue.

Sharon, unable to refrain any longer, put one hand between Vickie's legs, the other between Adele's, and worked her forefingers into their slits.

Jill and Leda reached the tops of Sharon's thighs at the same time.

"I get to suck her first," Jill said. "I've known her longer than you have."

"All right," Leda said. "But not too long. I want some of that too, you know."

Vickie took her mouth from Sharon's nipple for a moment. "Roll your hips over a little to one side, Sharon," she said. "Then Leda can suck your ass at the same time Jill sucks your cunt."

"Is that far enough?" Sharon said.

"Yes," Leda said, and buried her face between the firm globes of Sharon's ass.

From that point on, Sharon began to lose track of exactly who was doing just what to her. She lay with her eyes shut tight, feeling hot, wet mouths sliding over her entire body, educated little tongues probing every orifice. A cunt would be lowered over her face, and she would suck it for a few minutes, only to have it replaced by another cunt with a slightly different fragrance and taste.

When she began to cum, it was Vickie's familiar juice that was pouring into mouth – but whose tongue was in her cunt, whose lips on her asshole, whose mouths on her nipples, she could not have said. It was as if she were in another world, a world in which there was nothing but sucking mouths and spearing tongues and the intoxicating scent of juicing pussies.

She came, and kept on cuming, until she felt as if her whole being were being sucked out through her cunt. And even before her first incredible orgasm had run its heavenly course, an even more powerful orgasm burst inside her, and she cried out in a delirium of joy as still a third orgasm built and burst in her pussy with such force that she heard herself cry out again and again with the soul-wrenching ecstasy of an experience that transcended even her wildest imaginings.

The knowledge that they had made Sharon cum so often and so violently triggered the other girls, and there were gasps and cries and sighs as they, too, all began to cum.

But their orgasms did not deter them for one moment from continuing to suck Sharon's nipples and cunt and anus; rather, they were spurred on to even greater efforts. They seemed to be vying among themselves to give Sharon the greatest pleasure – to suck half of her breasts into their mouths, to fill her cunt with tongue, to force stiff hot meat up her asshole in deep, frenzied thrusts, to mash pulsing, streaming labia against her face until she almost swooned from the glorious scent that filled her nostrils and had to swallow constantly to keep up with the flood of steaming nectar that poured into her welcoming mouth.

And still they sucked her.

They sucked until she lay helpless, too exhausted to move or speak, in the throes of a final, shattering orgasm of such mind-bending, cunt-wrenching violence that it at last sent her floating away into the warm, dark void of unconsciousness.

The next morning, the telephone began to shrill at a few minutes past five. Sharon sat up in bed with a start, her heart hammering, thinking for a moment she was listening to the wake-up bell at the prison. Then her hand brushed Vickie's breast, and she realized where she was.

"Oh, God," Vickie said sleepily. "Now who could that be?"

"I'll see," Sharon said.

It was Joyce Thornton. "Good morning, Sharon," the parole officer said. "I certainly hope I didn't awaken you."

Sharon tried to keep the irritation she felt from showing in her voice. "What is it, Miss Thornton?" she said.

"I have a delightful surprise for you this morning, Sharon. You're going to a party."

"Party?"

"Yes, and a very special one. These are very wealthy and influential people – as you'll discover when you get there." She paused. "They're expecting you within the hour."

"You mean I'm to go to a party now? It's five o'clock in the morning, Miss Thornton."

"So it is. However, I've only just learned that your presence is desired. I sometimes supply, shall we say, extra girls for such affairs."

"I don't understand."

Joyce's voice hardened. "Well, understand this, Sharon. You're to use your special talents in any way that may be required. You're to do whatever is asked of you, and do it at once, without the slightest hesitation or protest. And I mean anything at all, Sharon, no matter what it is or with whom. Do I make myself entirely clear, Sharon?"