Author's Note: So this chapter has been a long time coming. Thank you all for your patience and support on this story. It was more difficult to write than I thought it would be, mainly because I had a hard time deciding what the tone should be. I've also never written an orgy of this magnitude before, which is its own challenge. I'm mostly satisfied with the result. Enjoy!
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Wobbling on two-year old high heels, Sandra stood in front of the intimidating metal door to the elevator. In the distance she could hear the faintest wailing noise. Word traveled fast in the building, and she wasn't about to be left out of a juicy incident. She was tired of scheduling appointments and taking phone calls while young strapping scientists filed through the door. She knew their day was mostly paperwork too, but the potential for danger always excited her. Beside her Lester stood aloof as she asked the same question of him for a second time.
"Do you know what they're doing down there? I've never heard of a lab being sanctioned off so quickly." Her soft brown hair curled at her shoulder as she played incessantly with a sharpened pencil in her hand.
"I'm not really supposed to talk about it." His white shirt was stained and untucked over his gut. "It's already been written up in an accident report, but I don't think David wants it to be front page news. Uh...shouldn't you be up at the front desk anyways?" he scratched his balding head and glanced at her secretarial attire.
At the age of forty she had maintained a respectable figure, thicker than in her youth, but no less tantalizing to the right individuals. "Oh, come on. It gets sooooo boring behind the desk. Can you at least tell me everyone involved is safe?"
"De...pends on what you categorize as safe." Lester said.
"You're no fun."
He looked down the dizzying white hallways that crisscrossed around them. At the second- lowest level of the facility not much expense was put into decoration.
"They'll end the quarantine when they know its safe. What I saw was...something savage, Sandra."
"Jesus, you're a mystery." From behind them a lone bubble sprang up from the water cooler and popped.
Lester bit his lip and watched the numbers slowly change above the elevator door. "That's probably David coming up, can we please change the subject, I don't want to get in trouble."
"Oh fine. How are the wife and kids doing?"
As the elevator offered a small ding, Sandra was instantly buried under a torrent of naked bodies. The sea of limbs grasped and waved, tearing asunder every last scrap of fabric from her person, and clawed at Lester's legs as he slowly backed away in disbelief.
Words couldn't be formed from her chapped lips as they were coated in saliva. In a flash her blouse was shredded and her plain manilla bra was pinched under her ample breasts. Her stockings were stretched and torn by half a dozen gnashing mouths as hands groped and prodded at her most private areas.
Lester was awestruck by the undulating ball of life. Only when Sandra gasped and lunged out from their orgy did he snap out of the trance.
"Huh...." Sandra kicked off her remaining heel and limped forward. "On second thought let's fuck."
Lester managed only a few steps before he was dragged back to the horde. Female anatomy fluttered all around him, and at the heart of all of them was the queen herself. Vanesha smiled deviantly in his face with eyes like raw-cut amethysts.
"I remember you." She licked her lips and rubbed a glistening layer of semen into her chest. "Want to give me a new wardrobe?"
Sandra cackled beside her and fell into him, kissing his neck in lunacy. More women pinned his arms. Even if he had known them, they moved far too quickly to identify.
"Fan out and secure this floor!" David tore himself away from Bridget's reddened backside and scouted the surrounding area. "Turn anyone you see. Have all the fun you want, but do not let anyone escape!" The men jogged down the hall at lightning pace.
"Aww, he's got a little bit of a tummy on him!" Taylor lifted up Lester's shirt and poked at his stomach. "That's okay, we don't mind!"
"Nothing a few weeks of hard fucking won't cure!" Mika giggled.
His cock found its place bouncing wildly amongst their tongues. Their touch was like wildfire and his vision blurred as they squeezed his balls and wrenched his shaft like it was their only link to the world.
"There we go, we got a live one, ladies!" Taylor was entranced by the white fountain he offered instantaneously, and puffed out her chest like pastries in need of glazing. "You're on our team now, mister." She said, peeling away a translucent string from her upturned nipple and bringing the gooey treat to her mouth.
"What...is this feeling?" Lester was shaking as the last ounce was given up along with his load.
He had never been a part of such a carnal banquet. He had never even looked at the now naked Sandra with lust, but now his mind pondered every sexual possibility with which he could engage her.
"Leeeessster, how long have we known each other?" Sandra asked over her shoulder as she wiggled her succulent dimpled ass in his face.
"I...I dunno, two months...I think, oh god..." he swallowed audibly.
"I think we're on ass-eating terms, right?" she splayed her cheeks and flexed her sphincter playfully.
"It's...the next logical step in any friendship."
"My thoughts exactly."
Still smelling of her fresh cotton panties, the delicate rim of her anus met with his lips; his view becoming only two round manilla hills as her tailbone tickled his nose.
"This floor got slippery real quick!" Taylor chimed, "Who wants to watch me slide? Hehehehe!"
The nubile woman bolted up and dashed down the corridor on all fours, eventually shifting onto her greased bosom and tumbling across the tile on a trail of cum and grool.
"Wait for me, Taylor!" Mika squealed and rocketed after her. "Semen-slide!" Her face was turning red with laughter.
"Where'd David and the others run off to? He better not be cheating on me!" Katie cackled. All that remained of her position was an open tattered blazer and a swatch of ruined pantyhose caught around her ankle.
Vanesha planted a gentle kiss on Sandra's lips and stared into her eyes. The rest of the group had moved on, but she was happy to observe. Her newest girlfriend was beaming as Lester slurped at her rear.
"Your first is always special." With one hand she caressed the Sandra's darling, infatuated face, with the other she fingered herself steadily.
"Is this...is this really h-happening? I should...be ashamed."
"No, no, no, no." Vanesha assured and nuzzled. "What's shameful is denial, my love."
Her pussy was chafed and stinging from the onslaught she created only an hour ago but still she rubbed. Seeing this stranger's embarrassed, confused face, made her orgasms cycle even faster. She collected the tiny dollops of semen and smegma that remained in her bed of raven pubes and reapplied it to her clit.
