SEA OF FLESH-4
AT THE WORMPIT 4
According to the bulletin the proprietress circulates,
"The Wormpit is a place where lush, fecund, and insatiable
ladies, with the aid of unlimited supplies of potent elixirs
and anonymous virile males, can, in the company of other
lubricous women, disrobe and indulge their lusts in profoundly
uninhibited ways for as long as it takes to lapse into contented
and glutinous delirium."
Make no mistake, the Wormpit is no swing club. Although
some of the beauties now might have prepared themselves
by way of earlier activities at either swing clubs or home
entertainments where swinging was the main course, the
average female swinger wouldn't have yet acquired
enough of a sexual craving to indulge in the excesses of
the Wormpit.
To say that The Wormpit offers excesses is like saying a
desert is dry. As immense quantities of mind warping liquid
flow down lovely women's throats and evening dresses
litter the floor, a gargantuan amount of mating amongst
a vast number of intermingling strangers happens each
and every night at The Wormpit.
Throughout the vast floor space, ponderous genitalia
come on display: men of all hues, favoring the darker shades,
and much lighter skinned women flaunt erections and nakedly
bulging feminine accouterments respectively.
As the night advances and the atmosphere becomes charged
with bestial sounds and pheromonic odors, fewer and fewer
luscious female celebrants are sober enough to manage
upright postures so that a higher and higher percentage
of sexual liaisons are floor-bound and initiated by writhing
and recently inseminated females crawling with welcoming
genitalia towards the hardnesses of newly available males.
And even later. the early morning scenes of demented faces
attached to wet, undulating barrels of bodily femininity
are what gave the name, Wormpit meaning.
An average Thursday night at The Wormpit will have the vaginas
of as many as half a hundred, mostly beautiful and preponderantly
married women of various physical appearances, having
their cervixes immersed in the contents of close to 30 pairs
of testicles.
"There, Yes!"
"Yes, YES!"
"Keep going!"
"Yes, FASTER!"
"Oohh, GOD!"
"YES!"
"Ooohh, oohh, Ummm!"
"Yes, right there!"
"I'm cumming!"
"I'm Lucette. Thish plashe is WIIIIIILD!"
The dark, muscular man still had his pants on when the short,
voluptuous knockout rushed over to him.
He could see she had been drinking, and the fact that her
legs shone of fluids tipped him off to her adulterated state.
"Oooww, I'm gonna do it aawwll tonight. Will
yeeuw start me off?"
"Start you?" the amazed stud reacted, but he
still embraced her and his cock head parted her genital
flaps and his shaft displaced more of her love load.
No, among the females, only nymphomania driven, heavy
drinking orgyists needed to be in this charged atmosphere
of better than a hundred and fifty rutting celebrants in
a ratio of three men for every woman.
So, other than the occasional innocent beauty having been
lured into the Wormpit by friends seeking to start their
lovely companion on the road to debauchery (an inevitable
result of such trickery), all the other women at the Wormpit
were inveterate profligates.
"Coulsha get down on me, honey, while I'm not
too messy, " Balloon breasted Lucette asked the
clean cut man she was dancing with, "Before I go all
to hell wif mysef?"
Just as wine starts with the unfermented fruit nectar,
so does the debauchery of a fecund woman begin with innocent
beauty; and just as fermentation adds richness and potency
to the sweet flavor of the previously unadulterated juice,
so does indulging in abandonment of inhibition to bodily
thrills add sensuous, ravishing charm to the emerging
sinful allure of the debauchee.
"Looks like you already went to hell with yourself."
"Ooohh, thass from lunch. Juss a li'l moishure.
Common, honey. If I wanned to juss get fucked, see thoshe
guysh over there? But then, I'll be messyer. I cleaned
myseff."
"What with, a vibrator?" he quipped to the now
very drunk Lucette.
"Better ged me now, caushe in a few minutes, I WILL
be wif awwll those guysh or else some others, an yeuw won't
wanna eat me fer sure, an I might nod even wanna fuck yeuw.
See?" with that, the delicious beauty spread her
knees to draw his attention to her glistening wet cunt pouch
nested under a lovely wet belly roll between smooth and
hefty, rounded thighs.
"See my pussee? Iss gonna get a lotta attenshun tonight
from a lotta veeereee nashty men. I'm gonna make suure
of that! An I'm offerin it to yeeuw firsh, 'caushe
I like yeeu, an yeuw can have it before I open up the flood
gatesh, before aawwll the fuckin."
"Are ya gonna suck my cunt like it is now, honeeey,
or do I go over to them an get it made wetter?"
Im gonna hate myself in the morning, he quipped.
"GOOD! Less do it on the coush, " she suggested
as she led him over by her wedding ringed, left hand.
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