." Laura gasped almost incoherently as their bodies writhed together, drawing closer and closer to a final explosion.Suddenly Jonelle stiffened, keeni...g deep in her throat, then undulating in waves of spasms as a sharp orgasm wrenched her."Auuggnhhhh!" she cried out, clenching and moaning. "Oh! Ohhnggg! Auunnggghhhhh!"Her hard, clenching spasms almost sucked an orgasm right out of Laura, who also spilled over with hot coming seconds later, her writhing body wrenched by shocking jolts of burning. Oliver cried lustily. If he could have known that he was an orphan, leftto the tender mercies of churchwardens and overseers, perhaps he wouldhave cried the louder.So wrote Mr Charles Dickens regarding the birth of a child into a worldlacking in love and feelings.However, although the circumstances of the birth of that unfortunatechild were, in large part, true. Much of the subsequent history writtenby the worthy Mr. Dickens regarding the life and times of the boy knownas Oliver Twist was. We went up to his room and hatched a plan to get her in and set to work. "Helen" he called (not her real name)"What is it, I'm reading","Come here" he said "I have something for you".She came into his room and Steve was behind the door waiting for her. He grabbed her and pulled her to the floor and I grabbed her legs. Needless to say she started to scream and kick so we all had to hold her down and Steve gagged her mouth with some pants whilst Peter and I struggled to get her knickers off her.. I took off my clothes and peeled down my cum-soaked panties. I got down on the floor and spread my knees with my pussy over a plastic container I'd been keeping hair-curlers in. I still couldn't manage to twitch a muscle down there, so I pushed down on my belly with both hands. I thought most of the cum had to have run out of me by then. I was wrong. The stuff dropped out of my ravaged pussy in gobs. I kept at it until there was only the occasional drip, then I went to the bathroom and crawled.