Wilma Freidman - Sorority Affair

Marsha, the two girls' mother, sat nodding her approval.

"Suck… suck harder," George moaned: "Christ, suck my cock hard… I'm almost there..; Suck me dry!"

Lois gurgled her cooperation and sucked hard, making wet suction sounds in the room. She sucked with all the power she could muster in her young body, her tongue straining to enter the slimy slit on the swollen tip of his penis. She tasted the spurts of hot liquid that suddenly spilled from him. Her smooth throat worked convulsively as she ‘swallowed swiftly, almost choking as George rammed his penis deeply into her throat. She made small gagging noises as she consumed his discharge, but not once did her lips loosen from the grasping tightness. ‘But George was too excited, and when he withdrew from her mouth for another thrust, the head of his penis slipped out of her sucking •lips and she saw and felt a thick glob shoot forth and splatter across her nose. She sighed and accepted the ejaculation over her face, enjoying the warm feel of the slimy, sticky fluid as it struck her eyes, nose and cheeks. Her own explosion had bubbled to the surface and she was in the grip of a massive orgasm, secretions dripping from her hair-lined vagina into her sister's sucking, gurgling mouth. A loud screech came from Roscoe and Linda felt the hot, thick semen jet into her rectum, filling her orifice completely with his discharge. She felt the warm, stringy stuff run out around the thick, jerking penis and run in scalding rivulets down the back of her trembling thighs. Then, to her amazement, Linda felt her climax rush forth, surprised that she could achieve an orgasm from taking a penis into her bottom. Everything faded from her as she dropped to the floor and slept the sleep of the dead, drunk and exhausted.

The whole weekend was pretty much the same to Linda; a drunken, incredible tangling of male and female flesh, growing more and more indiscriminate as sexual appetites became jaded. The only relief was an occasional swim in the cleansing sea.

On Sunday afternoon, not long before they were to leave, Linda awakened from a drunken stupor. Her head throbbed and the weight of Roscoe, half flung across her, cut off her breath. It was very hot now in the small cottage and Linda was beaded with sticky, foul-smelling sweat.

Taking pains not to wake the others, she slid out of the bed, and with her stomach churning with nausea, she took a good long look at the mass of naked flesh about her. Even her mother had finally been enticed to join the twisting flesh sometime during the drunken orgy. Marsha was asleep, her legs sprawled widely and her lips almost touching the penis of George. The bodies, tangled intimately, snored on. Linda suddenly shuddered in revulsion as she looked at the limber, wrinkled penises of both men, the wide open crotch's of her sister and mother. To think, she thought in disgust, that the ape's obscene cock had been in her pussy her asshole… and even inside her sucking mouth. The nausea roiled inside her stomach, and she could not help but think of all the filthy semen that lay heavily inside it… semen she had drank willingly from both of the men, and once, during a laughing, drunken moment, she dimly remembered allowing both men to ejaculate into her a mouth at the same time, her mother and sister masturbating the men to discharge. She turned her head away, fighting back the vomit that rose up. God, she needed the sea, the cleansing of it's salty waters… the cold, cold water…

There might be people on the beach at this time of afternoon, the thought went through her stupor-our mind. Quietly, so as not to awaken the naked sleepers, Linda found her wisp of a bathing suit, a small bikini her mother insisted that she buy and wear to show off her blossoming body to the men who would eventually come to this cottage with them. The bikini hardly covered her rounded body, but it would offer the least interference between her body and the cleansing air and water which she needed.

Linda found only a few couples on the beach. She plunged into the water, grateful for its shocking coldness, and swam very far out and then turned over on her back, floating peacefully in the sun. She closed her eyes against the glare and let the water cradle her.

There were only the aches and pains of her abused body to remind her now of the things she had done, of what she had allowed to be done to her tender body. Again she pondered the divided emotions of herself. The unknown part, that part of her body that craved satisfaction in sexual delights, seemed to override all will and all decency. And the other part, the part of her ‘that had not wanted anything to do with this in the first place, the part that was capable of normality and remorse, seemed shoved into a dark corner to be forgotten forever. But that was the part she was thinking of now. She ‘hated herself, her mother and her sister, but' she hated herself more than those naked people in the cabin. For a moment, she was tempted to let the waves carry her out to sea the endless sea. Somehow, it was, in that moment, a very tempting idea…

She fought back the deadly impulse and, at last, cleansed, swam for the shore. She found a tidal pool deep enough to cover her body, in the shadow of some great rocks. She sank into it as one might sink into a bathtub, sheltered and cool and secure.

She felt she had to do something… she could not go on this way. Either she must become a total slut-a whore as her mother wanted her to be-or else she must kill that part of her, renounce the hunger for fleshly thrills. Right now, she was sure that if she could only follow the latter course, she would find happiness and peace.

Then a shadow fell across the tidal pool.

Slowly she raised her hand and looked up at the thick bulk of Roscoe, the giant, sloping shoulders, the unnaturally long arms, and the trailing hands. He wore only a pair of pants, no shirt or shoes. He licked his lips hungrily. "What you trying to do? You trying to run out on us?"

Linda closed her eyes for an instant, then looked at him. "Please, go away," she said tiredly, her stomach once more churning with the thought of his sperm still burning inside her stomach. "You've had your money's worth of me. Go back to the cottage and flick Lois… or my mother."

"No," Roscoe said. "I ain't had enough of your cute cunt yet. I don't want any pussy from your mother or sister right now. Besides, our time don't end until we get back to town." He stepped into the margin of the pool.

"Go away, you goddamn ape!" she snapped at him in anger. I said go away. If you don't, I'll scream."

The huge man leered at her. "So who cares? Scream if you want to… who's going to hear? Everybody's left the beach." Then, with surprising quickness, he bent to seize her wrist. Before Linda could jerk away, he was yanking her to her feet. He leaned down and his breath in her face was foul with whiskey and sex. "Come on… we fuck once more, yeah?" He backed her against the protruding rock, arching his now waving penis at her.

Linda looked down at the hardened organ she had so recently desired, the thing she had taken into her body through vagina and rectum, the instrument she had willingly accepted to be copulated into her stretched lips and drank the squirting semen from. She shuddered and fear swept over her. Suddenly, she raised her hands and raked the long, sharp nails into his chest, gouging the flesh until she saw the bright red blood.

"Hey," Roscoe said, his voice hardly a raspy whisper. "You don't scratch me like that. I might get mad."

To the anger in Linda's eyes, he was just a shimmering ‘horror, hazy and indistinct. Suddenly her head rang loudly as he slapped her across the cheek. A terror in which all the violence that lurked in the massive hulk suddenly came forth, boiling to the surface of the hirsute animal. Linda saw his hand coming toward her face again… and the second stinging slap numbed her body completely.