Neil Forit - Lust Takes A Holiday

"That sounds like a good idea," the mayor agreed. "However, as the highest ranking official present, I believe the first honors should go to me. It's about time we started the show rolling anyway."

Grasping her hand, the mayor led her out from the circle formed by the others and guided her down on the smooth white sand that lined the bottom of the tank. The three other men followed them over while the mayor lay down next to her. They watched, their lust-twisted faces contorted into masks of naked desire. It was like some kind of tribal rite, but there was nothing she could do about it. She had gotten herself into this and now she would have to follow it through no matter what happened, no matter what they did to her. She was alone and completely at their mercy. Suddenly she felt gruff hands pinning down her shoulders and saw Pete Haskins standing in between her legs, his cock erect and rigid, hovering menacingly above her, his balls dangling beneath it like bloated water-filled balloons.

For a moment she thought she might pass out, even prayed for it to happen, but suddenly the mayor rose to his feet and took command of the situation.

"Wait a minute, Pete," he said sternly. "I thought we had the priorities straightened out here. Besides, if you go first, there isn't going to be anything left of her. I think she needs a little loosening up anyway."

"Okay," the police chief grumbled, stepping back. "But you better not screw it up."

The others were gathered in a semicircle now as the mayor sank down to his knees between her legs and pressed his lips against her naked belly.

"Go on, lick it, mayor. Suck that cunt!" she could hear the chief's voice urging him on.

Convulsively her stomach spasmed as Parker began to glide his wetly glistening lips over her flesh. She tried to cringe away from the sudden contact, but it was impossible as an involuntary chill raced up the length of her spine. Then she felt the mayor's tongue tracing downward to her crotch, his tongue moving like a quivering snake into the tight moist slit of her pussy.

Automatically her body responded with convulsive jerks and twitches, a loud shattering moan pouring from her lips. She felt him rudely clamp his sweating palms against the trembling insides of her cream-white thighs, spreading them wider to have greater access to her loins. She forced her head up off the sand, her eyes wide and terror-stricken as she saw him hunched like an animal on all fours, grinning up at her like a coiled beast about to pounce on its prey. The pinkly glistening flesh of her moist vagina was presented up to his leering face like a pagan sacrifice. Though she looked to the men gathered around, she failed to find a trace of pity or compassion and knew that she was doomed to be used and abused by all of them.

A groan came from the mayor's throat as he harshly sucked in his breath and unpeeled the ragged pink lips of her vagina with his thumbs. His eyes fixed on the sight, and suddenly with a greedy hunger, he dipped his head down, and with a maddening sucking noise, drew the tiny pink bud of Dinah's throbbing clitoris into his hungrily gaping mouth. He nibbled at it with the edges of his teeth, feeling it spring to life.

Dinah clenched her eyes tight against the swirling spirals of strange sensations that were rocketing through her pinioned body. She fought with all her strength against the lewd sensations that were building inside her, but in spite of her repulsion at being forced into such a degrading and humiliating situation, trembling sparks of raw pleasure were beginning to ignite her dormant womb.

With a sudden jerk, the mayor's tongue slipped forward, burrowing deep into her tightly clasped cunt like a racing lizard, and she realized it was no longer possible to deny the latent sensations within that begged to be released. She recalled her earlier resolve of going along with everything these men demanded of her and suddenly realized that her intense psychological preparations had been unnecessary. For now she was sure they could force her to do any perverted thing they desired and she would be unable to resist. She had no choice but to admit that she was actually enjoying what was happening to her now. True, flashes of regret were beginning to trouble her, but then she remembered how her husband had obviously been enjoying the attention of all those women on the couch in the other room. Why shouldn't she have the same opportunity? She was sick and tired of his chauvinistic double standard, and now she was determined to completely liberate herself from all the puritanical bonds of the past which had tied her down.

The image of her husband being sucked and licked by the strange women around him danced through her mind as she surrendered to the shocks of pleasure rippling through her body while the mayor's quick-moving tongue speared in and out of her dilated vagina. Suddenly, her reason deserted her as her body responded more and more feverishly to the oral manipulations of her frantically quivering cunt. Her hips jerked up spasmodically, burying the flicking tongue to its roots.

Never before had she experienced such wanton abandon, and for the first time she cared about nothing else. Not her husband, her principles, nor the humiliations she was undergoing. All that mattered was the hotly flicking tongue diving in and out of her cunt, mining her for the rich liquid of her loins. Her buttocks ground and grated against the sand beneath her, as though trying to extinguish the hot fire of her loins, trying to subdue the flicking tongue that lashed into her pussy. She'd never realized before what it meant to be a truly sensual woman, free to work out the accumulated frustrations of years she had devoted to protecting her reputation and innocence, free from months of fighting off her husband's "improper" advances.

But why were her inhibitions so suddenly released? Perhaps it was the fact that these men were strangers, or that she was almost completely at their mercy. She didn't know for sure, but her inner fears had dissipated, and she was now willing to give them whatever they wanted.

Something had turned her body on, and she prayed for her and Fred's sake that it wouldn't soon be turned off.

Straining against the arms that restrained her, she thrust her pelvis upward, feverishly grinding her cunt against the mayor's face buried in between her legs. She began churning her buttocks in tight teasing circles, fighting for the release that was now so close. Suddenly the mayor thrust his head back, withdrawing his tongue from her cunt, raising himself up as he pushed against her thighs.

"Not now… don't stop now," she wailed, as she saw him backing away and slowly rising to his feet. "P-p-p-please, suck me. Oh God, suck my cunt. Don't go away!"

Her eyes frosted with desire, she searched the men looming about her until finally the police chief grinned down at her, and gripping her hand, hoisted her up to a sitting position. She needed one thing now, and one thing only-a cock! God, she would do anything for a cock between her legs.

"Hurry! Please. Fast!" she begged as the short stubby man insinuated himself between her legs. He draped her legs over his thighs and waddled closer as she grasped his cock and tightly circled her fingers around it. It was thick and filled with blood, and she guided it hungrily in between her gaping cunt lips.

Suddenly, like a live wet animal she could feel it sliding into her, his balls smacking heavily on her upturned ass, his hairy stomach grating against the yielding softness of her belly.

She strained against him, silently pleading for him to go deeper into her belly.

"Deeper, deeper. Fuck me deeper!" she wailed, squirming and jerking like a trapped animal.

Clutching the cheeks of her ass he pitched his hips forward, sinking his cock inside her cunt up to the hilt.