I clawed at his back and gasped faintly, "G-Gino! Gino, p-please! I I want you to fuck my ass! I - I want to feel your big, thick cock rammed deep inside of my hot ass!"
"Hell, baby, you sure is a slut!" he muttered thickly, climbing off of me. "Get up on all fours, baby, and stick that sweet girl tush in the air, and ole Gino'll give ya what ya need!"
WATER SPORTS
He grunted and let loose with a hot, strong stream of piss. It blasted from his bladder with geyser-like intensity, spraying all over my face. I gurgled with shock, gasping for air, a hot stream of piss spraying right into my girlish mouth. The salty taste of piss filled my mouth, running in pungent rivulets down my gagging throat ...
BREAST AND BODY TORTURE
Rochester's big, beefy hands were clenched around the trussed up girl's small, aching breasts, and he was kneading and tearing at them savagely while he butt-fucked her, his forefingers and thumbs pinching cruelly into the strawberry-stained nipples ...
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ANAL RAPE
"Yeah, bitch! Feel that big cock rammin' up your ass-hole! You like that, bitch? You like your uncle's huge cock screwin' your butt? Take it, slut! TAKE IT!" Uncle Buck muttered thickly between clenched teeth.
His beefy hands were clenched cruelly around my waist. I sobbed, my cheek pressed against the rough wood floor. My cunt was tingling and dripping and aching from the hard fucking Luke Hawkins had just subjected me to.
And now, a new, strange, painful sensation was raging through me. My tender virgin anus was ripped wide apart by my bestial uncle's ten inch prick, and it was ramming in and out of my blazing bowels. A dark, primeval pleasure had begun to mingle with the excruciating pain which tore through my rectum, and though I sobbed and moaned, I found myself starting to respond to the brutal act of sodomy. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced before ...
Sodomy is as ancient a sexual practice as normal copulation. The Greeks and Romans reveled in it. In some cultures, sodomizing a woman was used as a means of birth control. And many women come to prefer this form of intercourse. Indeed, some of them need to be sodomized in order to achieve an orgasm.
Obsession with sodomy almost always has its roots in a traumatic introduction to anal intercourse. Usually, the brutal initial incident begins as a horrible experience, and when the victim begins to unwittingly enjoy the sensations flooding through her ravaged body, she feels helpless and guilt-ridden. Her later compulsion to repeat the act which traumatized her is, in essence, an unconscious means of self-punishment; by subjecting herself to the humiliation again and again, she inflicts damage to her self-esteem, wallowing in shame, relinquishing her conscious sense of conditioned morality in favor of the bestial sensations which have been awakened inside of her.
As Sigmund Freud noted in his masterful study, DORA AN ANALYSIS OF A CASE OF HYSTERIA, the psychological determinants of obsessive erotic behavior can almost always be traced to three factors: "a psychic trauma, a conflict of affects, and ... a disturbance in the sphere of sexuality."
The following classic case of obsession with sodomy is graphically related by the victim herself. As a girl of sixteen, her naive conception of sexuality and the world was rudely overturned one bright June afternoon in the rustic community of Amber Springs, Kentucky ...
My name is Chastity McCabe, and I was orphaned when I was fifteen. My only living relation was my uncle, Buck McCabe, who lived in Amber Springs. I had seen Uncle Buck only a few times in my early life, since my parents lived in Tuckerville, sixty miles east of Amber Springs, and my father did not get along well with his brother.
My early memories of Uncle Buck were of a big, rough-looking mean fellow, inclined to drinking too much and swaggering and arguing. I had overheard my parents talking in low tones about problems Buck had gotten into, especially with his wife, Violet. He was apparently a wife-beater, and finally, Violet couldn't stand it anymore and had left him. This occurred about a year before my parents died tragically in a car crash.
I was very reluctant to go live with Uncle Buck, because he made me uneasy. The last time I'd seen him had been on my fourteenth birthday. He had stared at me with a strange glint in his eye, and when I passed him in the hall of our house, he had reached out and patted and squeezed my buttocks in a manner I found shocking and revolting.
But, at first, Uncle Buck was quite nice to me. I guess he felt a little contrite about the way he'd treated my father over the years, and was inclined to make up for his deficiency as a brother by taking good care of his niece.
Buck worked as a lumberjack near Amber Springs. We lived on the outskirts of town, in a roughly hewn log cabin which Buck had built himself sixteen years before, when he married Violet.
It was an isolated but beautiful spot. Forests of cedars and pines and larches spread on three sides of us, and rolling green hills, fronted by a babbling brook could be seen from my bedroom window. It was a ten minute walk to the nearest road, where you could catch a bus into town, and our nearest neighbor was quite a ways away.
I fit in pretty well at the Herschel Sprinter Memorial High School in town, and made friends and was quite happy. Still, my home life was at best uneasy. Uncle Buck used to go out drinking almost every night with his buddies, and he'd often come lurching home with a mean look on his face, and I'd hear him banging things around. I learned to go to bed and shut out the lights before he got home from these binges, and I often wished there was a lock on my door. I feared Uncle Buck even before I realized why I had reason to fear him.
I had a boyfriend at school, a nice guy named Nick Sorenson, and I lost my virginity on the eve of my sixteenth birthday in the back seat of Nick's maroon Pontiac at the Jewell Drive In just off Highway 69.
When school ended that year, I got a job as a waitress at a burger joint in town, working nights. So my days were free. I spent a lot of time at home, liking to explore the woods and swim in the brook. I sometimes went over to visit my best friend, Carol Ann Nightshade, who lived several miles away, and Nick, my boyfriend, came over a lot.
Buck didn't like Nick, and vica versa. In order to avoid a confrontation with my uncle, because I knew he was capable of being violent, I learned to be quite an adept liar. With Carol Ann as an accomplice, I often told Uncle Buck that I was going over to the Nightshade house when I was really out with Nick. This ruse seemed to work, since Uncle Buck was a bit thick-headed and was drunk most of the time anyway.
Since he worked during the day, I usually had the log cabin all to myself during the summer, and could relax and enjoy myself. Then, one June afternoon, everything changed ...
I decided to take a swim in the stream. Nick was working, and Carol Ann had a cold, so I was all by myself. Clad only in a pink bikini which did little to cover my already amply proportioned body, I dove into the cold clear water and swam around.
At sixteen, I was a lovely girl. Petite and shapely, my breasts were rounded, firm and high, with rosy silver dollar sized nipples. My waist was narrow, sloping slightly at the hips, and I had shapely, lithe legs.
A cluster of platinum blonde tresses framed my oval-shaped face, and my eyes were large and long-lashed and cornflower blue. I had an upturned button of a nose and full, strawberry-colored, bee-stung lips.
My flesh tanned to a deep golden brown in the hot Kentucky sun, and my hair was bleached almost white. As I treaded water that afternoon, shaking my wet blonde hair out of my face, I suddenly saw movement at the edge of the woods out of the corner of my eye.
I turned toward the movement, and saw that someone was watching me. He was standing, half-hidden by a tall cedar, and his dark eyes were burning with naked lust like smoldering coals. I felt a rush of consternation and fear. I recognized who it was immediately.
His name was Luke Hawkins. He was a hulking black man who lived in a shanty two miles away with his ailing grandmother. He was a shiftless fellow, doing odd jobs in town. He owned a still, too, and my Uncle often bought cheap rotgut whiskey from the brawny Negro.
Several times, Luke had come over to our house, bringing jugs of brew for Uncle Buck, and I remember feeling uneasy by the way the big fellow looked at me. He was very big, a hulking giant of a man.
Standing six foot three, he must have weighed two hundred and thirty or forty pounds, all of it beefy muscle. He was black as the ace of Spades, with crude Negroid features;. a thick flat nose, full sensual lips, a squarish head. He had stubbly, unshaven cheeks and a hungry look in his eyes. His hair was close-cropped, a mat of tight kinky curls on his bullet-shaped head.
His thick, ox-like neck connected with immensely broad shoulders, and his torso was shaped like the spreading hood of a cobra. Now, he was wearing only a pair of dirty khaki-colored trousers, tied at the waist with a length of rope. His muscular chest was dark as ash, glistening with a sheen of sweat like polished teak wood.
I scrambled up on the bank of the stream, my golden, scantily clad body dripping with water. My skimpy bikini top did little more than stick to the moist spheres of my breasts; you could see the shape of the puckered nipples quite clearly.
I grabbed my towel, and started to walk swiftly back up to the cabin. The hairs on the nape of my neck prickled in suspense, and my heart lurched as I heard the snap and crunch of Luke's feet as he strode after me. I was just about to break into a run when a strong hand lunged forward, grabbing me by the wrist and spinning me around.
I was staring up into the hulking Negro's animalistic face, and he stared down at me with wolfish passion. I could smell the smoky musk of his body, mingled with the scent of whiskey on his breath. His eye whites were reddened he was so drunk. But he held his liquor well. There was nothing about his movements which was clumsy. His fingers felt like steel as they gripped my slender wrist. I felt weak and dizzy with fear.
"L-Luke, let go of me, you're hurting me!" I whimpered.
He grinned at me, revealing twin rows of pearl white teeth. He said huskily, "Where you goin', Chastity, baby? I think you an' me can have a good time together!"
"Luke, I I have to go home now! I'm I'm expecting friends any minute!"
"No you ain't, baby. I listened to you talkin' on the phone this mornin'. I hear you sayin' you gonna be all alone today! Now, you gonna make Luke feel real good, honey!"
He leered down at me. His other hand slid around the back of my neck, gripping it hard, and he bent down with a husky growl, his hot whiskey breath blasting over my face. I squawked as his thick-lipped, hungry mouth clamped down on mine. He was kissing me, sucking at my mouth, and I felt his long, swarming tongue slide between my lips and snake around.
I struggled violently, raking at his sweaty chest with my nails, drawing blood. He snarled, jumping back slightly, letting go of me. Choking back a sob, I turned and scrambled up the embankment toward the cabin. But I tripped on a twig and sprawled face down on the ground. He came sprinting after me, and I screamed as he roughly grabbed my arms, jerking them behind my back. He held them together with one beefy hand, tugging the rope from his belt loops with the other. As I cried hysterically and struggled, he tied my wrists together tightly, muttering angry, incoherent words under his breath.
He flipped me over on my back, kneeling on the ground beside me. His fingers twisted cruelly in my wet blonde hair, practically ripping it out by the roots. I screamed again, and he slapped me, hard, back and forth across the cheeks, stunning me. He held my face in his big sweaty hand. I felt his fingers grip against my throat, tightening till I was almost choking. His bestial, snarling face loomed up close to mine and he hissed hotly, "You try anything stupid like that again, bitch, an' I gonna hurt you real bad. Hear me? HEAR ME?"
"Y-Yes!" I sobbed hoarsely, shaking like a leaf.
I realized that there was nothing I could do to resist this hulking black brute. My hands were tied behind my back, I was all alone in that desolate corner of the woods, and this drunken animal was quite capable of killing me if I resisted him. I forced myself to try to relax.
He bent down with a grunt, crushing his sensuous lips to mine. I felt the urge to gag as his wet, drooling tongue lapped at my coral pink lips and slithered between them, tangling with my tongue, trading spit. But the heat and suction of his mouth against mine began to illicit an unwitting erotic response.
I gave a muffled moan as I felt one of his hands start to slide over and grope my scantily clad, girlish body. He kneaded my tits, his hand running down the plane of my tummy and cupping around my wet bikini bottoms, squeezing my pussy through the pink cotton. He growled, worming his fingers between my flesh and the bathing suit, and I shuddered as his calloused cuticles scraped over the tender pink petals of my mons. He stroked and squeezed them, poking his middle finger up into the tight wet fuck hole, pushing forward until the whole finger squelched up inside of me.
Still kissing me hard, he pumped the finger in and out of my cunny, and I felt involuntary flickers of dark pleasure well up inside of me. He lifted his face off of mine, panting thickly, a strand of saliva connecting our lower lips. He grinned obscenely and said in a husky voice, "Yeah, baby! You got a hot tight little cunt! Yeah! Feels good! Feels real good!"
He grabbed my bikini bottoms and ripped at them in bestial fury, tearing them right off my body. I gave a shrill cry of nervous shock and trepidation. His dark eyes glinted as they drank in the sight of my vulnerable naked loins. A creamy strip of white flesh traced my delectable tan line, contrasting becomingly with the copper tone of my legs and midriff. My girlish pussy was a moist pink 'V of puckered flesh, very faintly tufted by soft golden down.
He grunted in pleasure, rubbing his fingers all over my pussy, pinching hold of the pink petals of flesh, peeling them back, revealing the glistening jewels of my vulva. I gave a dry little sob as darts of wanton pleasure started to knife through my lower body.
He scooted down, panting hard, and I felt his hot whiskey breath on my naked thighs. I arched my back, uttering a strangled cry as his pink wet tongue sluiced hungrily up and down my quivering gash. He pushed his drooling lips against the lips of my pussy, kissing and slurping on it furiously.
He worked his tongue up into the narrow, clenching fuck tunnel, and then ferreted out the clove-like erection of my girlish clitoris. strumming at it furiously. I made little sobbing mewls and gasps as sharp explosions of ecstasy rippled through my lower body. I couldn't help it. I was becoming turned on. I was beginning to sink into an abyss of sensual pleasure.
He lifted his head from between my legs, smacking his lips and grinning wolfishly, his lower face wet with my warm, translucent love honey.
"Yeah, I like tastin' your hot sweet pussy, baby! An' now, you gonna taste my hot thick nigger cock! Yessirree!" he said hoarsely.
He got to his feet, and I gaped up at him with my big baby blue eyes, trembling uncontrollably as I watched him unbutton the fly of his khaki-colored trousers, hauling them down and off.
When he straightened up, I gave a loud gasp of shock, my eyes widening. The man was incredibly well-hung! Between his strong, tree trunk like legs swung a huge set of black, baseball-sized balls. Rising magnificently above his sweaty gonads was a huge, bloated rock-hard pecker, a shade darker than the rest of his body with a bloated, puce-colored knob the size of a fist. His prick was a good eleven inches long. It looked like a small arm, and was as thick around as my wrist.
A wiry thatch of kinky black pubes formed a nest around the thick, vein-etched base of his black meat, and the prick jerked and twitched obscenely in the air, a sparkling droplet of liquid quivering on the glans.
He dropped down on his knees, straddling my waist, and leaning forward. With one hand, he grabbed me by the hair, jerking my head up. With the other, he fisted his big truncheon and slapped it back and forth across my face, smearing my cheeks and lips with salty pre-come. The heady musk of unwashed Negro loins filled my nostrils, and I moaned feebly. His fingers twisted cruelly in my hair and he ordered thickly, "Suck it! Suck this nigger cock, bitch!"
I gurgled as he forced the huge sticky knob between my lips. My jaws strained apart, almost to the snapping point, and his throbbing dick-pole slid over the squirming trench of my warm wet tongue, scraping over the roof of my mouth. I gave a muffled moan, tears springing to my eyes as his dick-head rammed brutally against the back of my mouth, making me want to gag.
"Swallow it, baby! Oh, YEAAAH!" he muttered thickly between clenched teeth, starting to buck and hunch with his hips.
He clenched his hands around my head and slammed me down on his pumping pecker savagely. My gullet gaped and stretched around the stick shaft of manhood. It forced its way right down my throat until my gaping, pink lips were mashed into his musky pubic bush. My eyes bulged. I couldn't breathe. I thought I was going to choke on his over-sized whanger.
I'd sucked cock before. Nick's cock, that is. But Nick wasn't nearly as big in the dick department as this brawny black brute. I gagged and struggled and choked, tears streaming down my cheeks, spit running from the corners of my pink, swarming lips.
"Uh huh, eat this man prick, white slut! Suck on it! Suck on it GOOD!" Luke Hawkins panted thickly.
He began to pump in and out of my throat, easing back till only the head of his cock was imbedded in my wet warm mouth and then sliding it down my gullet once more, his heavy black balls banging up against my chin.
Then, he backed out of me abruptly, his log-like truncheon snapping from between my lips and smacking up against his belly, dripping with spit. He mashed his big pungent balls against my face and made me lick them.
Then, he hunched down, sticking his prick between my pillowy breasts, sliding it back and forth. He pinched and twisted my nipples between his forefingers and thumbs, turning them into aching pinpoints of sensation. I moaned and squirmed between his clenching, muscular thighs.
He was panting like a beast. He scooted down on top of me, his hefty, muscular body bearing down on me, flattening my tits. I could hardly breathe. I felt his rock-hard truncheon throb against my stomach. It felt humongous.
He nudged my legs apart with his knees, rising up on all fours. He reached down and fisted his eleven inch cock and pushed it forward between my legs. I gave a little sob as I felt the fat, greasy cock-head prod against the tender petals of my pussy.
He humped into me hard, and his giant dick sliced up to the balls deep in my aching twat, banging against my dimpled cervix, stretching it wide. I felt ripped wide open. Scorching sensations of pleasure bordering with pain tore through my cock-stuffed lower body. I arched my back and screamed. He chuckled savagely, rocking from side to side, churning his fuck-pole inside of me.
"Yes, bitch! Feel this nigger cock pumpin' up your pussy! Feel it!" he muttered hoarsely.
His hands were planted on either side of me, and he raised himself into a push-ups position above my body. His hard sweaty ass started to churn athletically back and forth as he sledge-hammered his mighty horse-meat up to the balls in my throbbing cunt again and again.
Each time he pumped up inside of me, a fireball of intense sensation would tear through my body, stars sparkling behind my eyes. I arched my back, making little moans and whimpers of unwitting pleasure, tossing my head from side to side. My succulent boobies flopped up and down. My hot spread cunt lips slurped and tugged around his thick black meat.
I knew suddenly that I was about to come ...
PART TWO
Luke Hawkins battered my pussy with brute force, his big, muscular body jerking back and forth, his huge, throbbing man-meat stroking viciously in and out of my gaping cunny, making my trussed up body quiver and writhe, practically knocking the breath out of me as he screwed me.
Hoarse little grunts were spraying from between his clenched white teeth and saliva frothed at the corners of his mouth. I felt a telltale flutter deep in my aching loins, spreading like a warm balm through my nerve endings. I gave a strangled scream, arching my back, tossing my blonde tresses from side to side, my hot cunt slurping hungrily at his stiff dick.
"AAAAHM AAAAAHH AAAAH!! " I sobbed in wild, wanton ecstasy. "F-FUCK MEEEE! OH GOD!! OH GOD!! I I'M G-G-GONNA C-C-CUUUMM!! "
I arched my back, my entire body convulsing, and the black stud moaned in bestial satisfaction as I climaxed, my honeyed fuck sheath milking furiously around his stroking member.
"Y-Yeah! UNGHH UNGH!! UNGH!! You gonna make me shoot my scum, bitch! You gonna make this nigger shoot his sperm up your bitch twat! OH YEAH!! HERE IT FUCKIN' COMES!! AAAAARRRGGGH!! " he bellowed in passion.
He heaved up inside of me one last time, burying all eleven inches of his stupendous prick up to the musky balls deep inside of me. I sobbed, still reeling from the delirious waves of fiery pleasure which cascaded through my body, scorching my nerve endings.
I felt his enormous erection explode like a Roman candle in my hot slut hole, squirting thick pungent gobs of man juice deep inside of me.
"Aaaaah.. y-yeaaaah!" the sweaty black stud moaned huskily, his big physique sinking down on top of me.
I felt dizzy and weak. Dimly, I heard a sound which made me look up over Luke Hawkins' shoulder. I gave a little screech, my baby blue eyes growing round with shock and terror.
There, standing not three yards away, his ice gray eyes blazing like sun-stung storm clouds, was my Uncle, and he was training a shot gun on Luke Hawkins' back.
"U-Uncle B-Buckl!" I squealed.
Luke stiffened on top of me, giving a hoarse grunt, and then heaved his sweaty black body off of mine, his shrinking donkey dong popping out of my wet pink pussy. His eyes bulged when he found himself staring into the barrel of my uncle's gun.
Buck McCabe was a titanic fellow indeed. He stood six foot two, tipping the scales at two hundred and twenty pounds of big beefy muscle. That day, he was wearing a red and black checkered lumberjack shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, unbuttoned to the waist.
You could see the thick slabs of his chest muscles, and the sweaty whorls of reddish brown hair which swarmed all over his brawny torso. He had very broad shoulders and a thick, ox-like neck. He had a large, rather Neanderthalic head, with short-cropped reddish brown hair.
His eyes were deep-set and gray, shaded by bushy brow His nose was slightly off-kilter, having been broken in a brawl in his youth. His mouth was thin-lipped and surly, and his lean hungry cheeks and jutting jaw-line were stubbly with a two day shadow.
His dirty dungarees bunched at the crotch around a big basket, and I could see that my lusty uncle had a huge hard-on which strained against the leg of his trousers. He was trembling in fury and passion. He was also drunk. I could tell that by the red flush on his swarthy features. I thought for a moment that he was going to shoot Luke and I right then and there, and my life seemed to flash before my eyes.
"All right, nigger," Buck said in a hoarse, low, deadly tone, through clenched teeth. "Start runnin' afore I blow your head to smithereens!"
"T-Take it easy. Buck, man! T-Take it easy!" Luke stammered hoarsely, scrambling to his feet.
Without even bothering to grab his pants, the tall, rugged Negro turned and went sprinting down the hill just as fast as he could, scared out of his wits. Buck aimed the gun and fired a round of buck shot over Luke's head, and that made the stricken Negro run even faster.
I'd wager Luke Hawkins broke some kind of record, he was running so fast. He went streaking through the underbrush in no time at all, leaving me lying there, my hands tied behind my back, come dripping from my raped pink pussy as I stared up at Uncle Buck with pathetic blue eyes.
"Y-You saved me, Uncle Buck!" I managed to stammer weakly, smiling at him shakily. "P-Please untie me! This rope's hurting my wrists!"
Buck turned his scorching gray gaze to me, and his lip curled in a sneer. He tossed the man aside, flexing his big muscles. He strode over to me, lifting a foot and planting it between my breasts, brutally shoving me down on my back on the damp soil, for I had just sat up.
I shrieked in shock, fear clutching at my heart. Keeping his foot against my body, he said huskily, "You little fuckin' tramp! You let that big dirty nigger fuck you! And you liked it! Hell, I heard you urgin' the beast on! I saw the way you was humping up and takin' that dirty black dick up your twat! I oughta blow your whorish head off! But I ain't gonna! No sir! I got all hot and horny watchin' that black buck matin' with you! Hell, I'm gonna make you earn your keep, slut! Yessir!"
He shrugged off his lumberjack shirt, flexing his big, sweaty muscles. He unbuckled his belt and hauled his pants down and off, standing before me buck naked save for a pair of dirty socks.
His rock-hard ten inch prick sawed the air in front of him like a barbed javelin. It was huge and thick and meaty, oozing pre-come, surrounded by a fuzzy mane of brown pubes. A big, sweaty pair of scum-bloated balls hung lustily between his hirsute and muscular legs.
I felt a little wanton tremor shoot through me as I stared up at him, mingled with fear. I felt dizzy and lost. The world seemed to have turned topsy turvy on me. There was no safe ground. I was plunged into a crazy funhouse of wild and dangerous sexual subjugation ...
"U-Uncle Buck, please, you're ... you're DRUNK!" I pleaded plaintively.
He laughed harshly, his big hard-on twitching up and down in the air. He bent down, grabbing hold of me by the hair, twisting his fingers in my golden tresses.
He snarled, "Yeah, I'm drunk. Chastity, baby, an' I want some hot fuck action, an' you're gonna make me feel good! So jest shaddup and take it, 'cause that's what bitches like you is made for!"
He started to drag me by the hair up the incline to the log cabin. I screamed and kicked, tears streaking my pink cheeks as pain shot through my scalp. Twigs and stones scratched my naked buttocks and back and legs as he hauled me up to the cabin, kicking open the door and dragging me inside.
He shoved me down on the floor, where I lay sobbing and shivering with fear. Then, he dropped down on his knees beside me, jerking my head back so I was looking up at him.
He said huskily, "You sucked that Negro's cock, didn't ya, Chastity?"
I sobbed and reluctantly nodded.
He fisted his ten inch fuck pole, brandishing it before my tear-streaked eyes. He jerked my head forward, slapping his sticky cock back and forth across my face.
"Kiss it! Come on, kiss your uncle's pecker, slut!" he growled.
I whimpered, but complied. I puckered my raspberry-stained lips and smooched his dick-head, sliding my licker all over the pulpy surface of it, tasting the bittersweet tang of pre-come and piss.
He moaned as I started to lap and kiss at it, guiding my head up and down the corrugated stem. I painted it with my warm spit, nuzzling my flushed face in the musky thatch of pubes at the base of his cock, licking at his inner thighs.
"Yeah, baby, lap that man body! Uh huh, yeah, that's good! Real good!" he muttered hoarsely, shuddering as my curling pink licker squelched up beneath his scumbag and rolled back and forth, tickling his scrotum.
I suckled each of his scum-bloated nuts, the pungent scent of his heated, unwashed testicles flooding through my nostrils, making my head spin. I was slobbering and mewling, going wild with passion now, my aching, ravaged pussy twitching and oozing.
He moaned and said thickly, "Suck those balls, baby! Suck those big hot stud balls!"
He jerked my head back by the hair and pushed his horse-dick down, prodding between my lips, forcing my jaws wide apart. I gurgled as his sticky fuck pole pumped into my mouth, flattening my squirming tongue, slamming back against my tonsils.
He clamped both hands around the back of my head, forcing me down on his member. My eyes bulged and I gave a strangled moan of protest as his ox-sized meat stretched my gagging gullet wide, sliding down into my throat all the way.
Carnal heat flooded through me and I hummed in bitch passion as my bloated 'O' shaped lips slurped sensuously around the very base of his meaty pole. His sweaty pubes tickled my nose, and his hairy balls grazed against my chin. I could feel his stiff manhood pulsing in my mouth and throat, and I loved it, though I was getting light-headed from lack of oxygen.
"That's good, baby. Real fuckin' good!" he muttered hoarsely, churning his horse-cock back and forth in my oral orifice, sliding it over the satiny wetness of my licker.
I hollowed my cheeks, sucking my stud uncle's cock, really getting into it. I wished my hands were untied so I might run them all over his big, sweaty body and play with his balls while I milked his meat with my mouth. But there was something exciting, in a strange, . perverse way, about being rendered so helpless. I felt like a passive sex slave. I could sense the rugged, animal power emanating from my brutal uncle, and it intoxicated me incredibly. I purred and sucked with wanton satisfaction.
"Yeah, Chastity baby, you suck cock like a fuckin' pro!" Uncle Buck hissed. "I bet you love suckin' all the cock you can, huh, slut? I bet you suck your boyfriend's cock and all the other guys, too! Nigger cock, white cock. Chink cock, it don't matter to you, as long as it's thick and hard, huh, slut?"
I could only gurgle. He pulled his whanger out of my mouth and shuffled around, bending over and sticking his hairy ass right in my face. He reached behind my and grabbed my hair.
"Suck my ass, cunt! Lick out my dirty man ass!" he snarled.
I gagged as my face was plastered between the furry cheeks of his ass. They clenched around my face, and the blasting pungent scent of his butt filled my nostrils, making my eyes water. I groaned in degenerate acquiescence, thrusting out my tongue, letting it slide up and down his musky butt crack. I tasted his ass-hole, flicking at it with my tongue tip, feeling the clenched circle tug hotly at the tip of my licker.
I pushed my tongue right up inside and washed it around. I couldn't believe it; I was licking my uncle's ass, and I was actually liking it!!
"Yeah, baby," he chuckled lewdly. "You like it all, don't ya?"
He scrambled around again till he was facing me. His hot gray eyes moved up and down my body. He gazed at my hot pink cunt, still wet and dripping with my love honey and with Luke Hawkins' spunk.
"Shit, your pussy's all dirtied with nigger jism. Did he fuck your ass, too, girl? Huh? Did he fuck your bitch ass?" he demanded.
I gulped and shook my head. "N-No, Uncle Buck!"
A big, ugly grin spread across his Neanderthalic features. His spit-slickened dick pulsed in the air. He growled and grabbed me by the waist, flipping me over on my tummy on the hard wooden floor.
I felt his strong, calloused hands close around the high, dimpled cheeks of my plump white ass. I whimpered as he dug his thumbs into the fleshy cheeks, peeling them back. He growled in satisfaction and lust as he ogled the tiny pink circle of my anal rosette.
It was small and puckered and glistened with a droplet of moisture. I had never been fucked up the ass before. In fact, it had never even occurred to me that that was a sexual possibility.
My uncle shoved three thick, calloused fingers between my buns and prodded and caressed the tiny rectal opening. A strange shock of warmth rushed through my bowels as he titillated my ass-hole.
"NNNNNGGGH!" I gasped hoarsely, my eyes bulging, my back arching, as he suddenly forced his thick middle finger forward, sliding it up my ass-hole, stretching my clenched sphincter muscle wide.
Darts of pain and dark, primeval pleasure swamped my guts as he began ramming the finger in and out of my hole, wriggling it around inside of my tight hot ass socket, grunting in satisfaction.
The initial pang of discomfort subsided pretty quickly, and suddenly I started to feel a response deep within my ass, a heat which expanded through my body and into my cunt.
I whimpered, arching my back, wiggling my tush, my hot little ass-hole milking at his thick digit.
"Oh, yeah, baby, that's a tight little ass-hole you got there! Real tight and hot!" he panted hoarsely. "Ain't nothin' nicer than a tight hot virgin ass-hole!"
He pulled his finger out of me with a moist popping sound. He clenched hold of my slender waist with one hand. I felt something big and hard and fleshy ease between my upturned ass cheeks. A surge of shock and unbridled lust shot through me when I suddenly realized what it was he was going to do. Trepidation mingled with a strange, urgent need. My heart beat rapidly. I whimpered in fear. But I wanted it. I wanted his cock up my ass ...
He prodded the puckered wet opening of my ass with his stick dickhead. He clamped his other hand around my waist, too, holding me steady, on his knees behind me, between my legs.
"All right, slut! Take it!" he muttered thickly between clenched teeth.
He tensed his ass cheeks and thrust forward hard. For a brief instant, my wet, puckered ass-hole resisted the brutal phallic assault. Then, it distended and sucked around the pumping dick pole.
He groaned in bestial pleasure as his heart-shaped dick-head popped inside of the furnace-hot tightness of my squirming, slippery colon. A white hot fireball of pain exploded in my guts, sending bolts of agony blasting through me. My head snapped back and I gave a hoarse gurgle of shock, my eyes bulging.
He savagely hunched forward again, sliding the entire length of his ten inch prong up to the balls deep inside of me, till my gaping ass-hole was sucking around the base of his penis. He rested there, churning his meat deep in my hot slick guts, his musky pubes pressed up against my tender white tush.
I found my voice. "N-N-NOOOOOON!" I shrieked, whipping my blonde tresses from side to side. "T-TAKE IT OOOOOUUUUTI! YOU'RE KILLING MEEEEM OOOOWWWWWW!"
Pain ripped in steady waves through my body, making me squirm and writhe frantically, desperately trying to get away from him. But his hands clenched around my middle in a vise-like grip. He grunted and began to hump with his hairy ass, stroking his stud prick in and out of my hot butt hole. His slippery pecker squelched in and out like a well-greased piston, and he shuddered and growled like a beast, savoring the sensations which flooded through his bowels.
"Yeah, bitch! I like that tight virgin ass! OH YEAH, BABY!! TAKE IT!! UNGHGGH UNNNGGGHM" he snarled between clenched teeth.
He was sodomizing me with brute force now, his lower body whipping back and forth, moving back till only the corona of his cock was inside of me, then heaving forward again and slamming it up to the hilt in my narrow rectal passageway.
The mind-blasting waves of agony were starting to ebb and entwine with another sensation. I was still struggling and sobbing, but a dark heat began to expand through my bowels. It felt as though a huge arm was punching at my guts savagely. Flames of mind-drenching passion licked all through my body, making my hot young cunt twitch and blaze.
I found myself arching my back, absorbing the savage thrusts, moaning for them, beginning to love them. The rapture grew, spread, enveloped me. I was swimming in a sea of primordial passion. I was pushing back with my haunches, taking his big horse-cock all the way up my ass again and again.
I loved it. Yes, I loved having my brute of an uncle sodomizing me! The sensations I was experiencing were unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. I loved the way his sweaty thighs smacked up against my buns, making my trussed up body jerk forward, practically knocking the breath out of me.
His heavy testicles were whipping up and smacking against my dripping pussy. He slid his hands under me, gripping hold my bouncing boobs, crushing them, twisting them pinching them. He licked and sucked on the side of my neck, sticking his tongue in my ear, whispering hot, lewd things to me as he humped into my butt hole hard and fast. I could feel the hair on his belly and chest scrape and tickle against my butt and back.
"Yeah, bitch girl, take your uncle's big cock! Oh, baby, I could fuck that hot oily ass forever! UNGHN UNGH!! UNNNNGGH!! Yeah, bitch! YEAAAH!" He muttered thickly, redoubling his efforts, pounding my guts into pulp.
I felt something blossom inside of me and burst into flower. Delicious explosions rocked my body. I screamed. I sobbed. I came and came and came ... I was writhing like a frantic eel. My hot ass sucked and tugged around his pounding pecker. He bellowed in bestial passion as he felt my tight slick butt hole milking furiously around his member, and I felt his dick tighten, thicken, spurt.
PART THREE:
Well, that was just the beginning of a torturous three week period during which I was kept virtually a prisoner by my drunken ass of an uncle. He raped me repeatedly, taking particular pleasure in slamming his huge thick phallus up my tight pink ass-hole. And, though I came to hate him with all the passion I could muster, I found myself enjoying the hot and savage sex to which I was subjected again and again. Especially the sodomy. I reached heights of erotic passion while being fucked up the ass unlike anything I'd experienced before.
Uncle Buck refused to let me go out with my friends and locked me in my room when he was away. I was really starting to lose my mind when, one day, I came to a decision. It was desperate, but it was what I had to do.
There was a little window in my bedroom, and I could just barely manage to wriggle through it. I decided to run away from home. When Uncle Buck was at work, I stuffed some things into a knapsack, forced myself through the window, went in the front door and found some money hidden beneath a floorboard. It was about eighty dollars, and I knew that if I took it and then got caught by Uncle Buck, my ass was grass.
I had to get away from Amber Springs as fast as I could. I darted down tc the Highway and hitched a ride with an old man in a battered rust-colored Studebaker, who took me as far as Kingston Falls. There, I spent the night on a park bench, and got another ride the next morning to Alfalfaville. I rented a small room at a flea-bag hotel for five dollars for the night, freshening up and getting a good night's sleep, and the next morning, I walked to the highway hoping to hitch a ride to Chrome City. A cousin of my mother's lived there, and I knew she'd take me in.
It was a hot clear morning, and I was wearing a pink tube top and a pair of skimpy thread-bare cut-off jeans. I guess I looked pretty ravishing. My long blonde hair cascaded about my narrow shoulders like sunlight, and my flesh was copper-toned by much exposure to the sun.
It didn't take me very long to get a ride. I held out my thumb, and a huge Mack truck screeched to a stop right in front of me. I clambered up into the cab gratefully and as the truck screeched away from the curb, I took a look at the driver.
A little thrill of interest rustled through me. He was quite a hunk. He grinned at me and said, "Hey there, pretty girl! The name's Gino Amaretto. Where you heedin'? "
"Hi, Gino!" I said sweetly. "I'm Chastity McCabe, and I'm trying to get to Chrome City. I hope you're heading that way."
"Sure am, sweetcakes! Got me a load of Peltzer Bathroom Buddies tc deliver."
"Peltzer Bathroom Buddies?"
"Yeah. Handy little gadgets invented by this dude Peltzer in Kingston Falls. Sellin' like hotcakes these days. Little things with razors, toothbrushes, and what not built-in."
"Well, it looks like YOU could use one of those Peltzer Bathroom Buddies yourself, Mr. Amaretto!" I joshed coyly, batting my lashes at him.
The big trucker did indeed need a shave. His strong, jutting jaw-line and cheeks were stubbly with a two day shadow. He was a big guy of about thirty-five. Six-three, two fifty, I'd say. Hairy as all get out. He had a crudely handsome face. His short-cropped jet black hair was cut within an inch of his scalp. He had a Mets baseball cap tilted rakishly over one brow. His eyes were deep-set and sea green. He had a sexy, sensuous mouth and a big grin.
He was wearing a sweat-soaked tee shirt which adhered to the beefy contours of his upside down triangle of a torso. His arms were very brawny, with biceps like cantaloupe halves. He had tattoos on each bicep; one of a dagger with a snake coiling around it, the other of a skull and crossbones. He also had on a tight pair of dungarees, and boy, did he ever have a large basket! I could tell right away that the lusty Italian-American trucker was hung like a bull. He kept on looking over at me, his sea green eyes blazing with frank interest, and I smiled coyly at him, sticking out my shapely young tits and letting my gams slide apart. I was rather horny, since it had been three days since I'd last had sex, and I was used to getting a pretty regular diet of hard thick dick.
We were chatting about diverse sundry topics and I let one of my little white hands drop casually on his big, muscled leg. I felt him stiffen, and I let my fingers feather slowly down his inner thigh till they were resting lightly on the swiftly expanding bunch of his genitals. I squeezed them gently, cooing with sudden delight when I felt a hefty spear of fleshy dick-meat thickening rapidly in his blue jeans.
"Oh, my goodness, Gino! You really have a big one, don't you?" I gasped, my cornflower blue eyes darting down to his lap.
The burly trucker gulped and said huskily, "You're playin' with fire, honey. Don't play with it unless you're willin' to put out!"
His emerald green eyes were burning into me like lasers. I looked up at him, my pretty face flushed with wanton desire. I moistened my lips with my pink tongue and said softly, "I want it, Gino. I want it bad ... "
I was already fumbling with his zipper. He gave a thick groan as I tugged it down and wormed my fingers inside of his fly. I purred in pleasure as I hauled out the big greasy slab of manhood, my fingers gripping at the impossibly thick sides, feeling it pulse with virile heat.
It was more than ten inches long, and very, very thick around indeed. It had a fat, pink, drooling cock-knob, and the side of that big whanger made my mouth water. I scooted down with a little whimper, pushing my pretty head into his lap, puckering my ruby red kisser and smooching his sticky glans.
I felt the Italian stud moan as my satiny tongue sluiced across the pulpy cock-head. I tasted the bittersweet tang of his pre-come. I tickled his piss slit with my licker and gurgle with pleasure, yawning open my jaws as far as they could go and going down on him greedily.
I was bobbing my head up and down in his lap, my cheeks hollowing, my tongue flailing back and forth beneath the twitching shaft of his horse-cock. I shuddered in pleasure as his hefty phallus punched back into my throat, bringing tears to my eyes, stretching my gullet wide.
My hot sucking lips plunged into his musky pubic thatch as I milked his hot horse-dick with my mouth and throat.
"Y-Yeah, baby, suck that big dick!" he groaned, the fingers of one hand gripping frantically at my head as he held onto the steering wheel with the other hand.
He was hunching up and down with his hips, feeding me his throbbing dick. I loved the way it tasted and I savored the hot, pungent scent of his unwashed loins. My pussy and ass-hole were tingling with pleasure.
I lifted my head, letting his spit-slickened dick pole pop from between my lips, and said huskily, "Pull over somewhere, Gino, and fuck the living daylights out of me!"
"Sure thing, baby!" he chuckled wolfishly, his green eyes twinkling with delight, his huge dick sawing the air with passion.
He turned the Mack truck off at the next exit, driving down a dirt road between rolling fields of corn and wheat. He pulled up in a small clearing surrounded by a semi-circle of mimosas, parking beneath a large tree. He pushed open the door to the cab and hopped down, striding around to my side of the truck and lifting me down beside him.
He gripped my shoulders, pushing me up against the side of the truck, and hunched down, greedily clamping his mouth to mine. He kissed me hungrily, his sucking lips and hot sloppy tongue roving over my lower face greedily. I shuddered in pleasure as I felt his strong, weaty hands close around the aching spheres of my breasts.
He practically tore my clothes off of me, and in no time at all, I was lying on the grassy ground stark naked, and that big, hairy stud was lying on top of me, humping furiously, his hot and heavy horse-cock sliding over my tummy, throbbing against my vaginal lips.
He was nearly naked too, except for his sweaty tee shirt. I ran my hands over the hairy lobes of his tight ass, purring in pleasure, sucking on his tongue when he pushed it in my mouth.
He scrambled down, panting like a wild thing, wolfing at each of my creamy white bosoms, milking each pencil eraser sized nipple, flicking at them with his tongue tip.
He pushed my legs apart, lifting them up, staring down at my hot buttery pussy and my uplifted tush.
"Oh yeah, look at that snatch, mar! Look at that hot girl snatch!" he muttered hoarsely.
He bent down with a groan, kissing my quivering pussy, and I arched my back, uttering a little scream as his long, velvety tongue squelched up and down my quivering vagina.
He sucked my pussy, making it drip with my copious love juice, flicking at my. tender clitoris, and then worked his tongue down between my creamy ass cheeks, sliding it back and forth over my puckered pink ass-hole.
"OOOH!! OOOKI! Y-YEEEFS!! SUCK MY ASS, GINO!! LICK IT!! AAAAH!! " I shrieked.
When he pushed his tongue up into my tight, furnace-hot anal ring, it was as if he'd shoved a soldering iron up inside of me. Blasts of erotic heat expanded through my body, making my back arch, making me shriek and gyrate like a mad thing.
He growled in pleasure, worming his licker in and out of the tight, greasy funnel, his hot lips sucking hungrily at the wrinkly anus. I could feel his sandpaper-like beard stubble against my silken inner thighs.
He lifted his head, his face gleaming and dripping with spit and pussy juice. He scrambled forward, and I could see his huge bloated cock sticking out in fron of him like a barbed lance.
He reached down and fisted it, pushing it up between my legs. He said hoarsely, "I wanna fuck you, baby. I wanna fuck that hot girl pussy real good!"
I moaned in pleasure as he entered me. He grunted, his hairy ass pumping forward, spreading my cuntal petals, sliding up into my tight, honeyed recesses.
"Yeah, bitch, feel this stud prick pumpin' up your pussy!" he hissed hoarsely into my face as he started to heave and hump with his hips, sliding his whanger fast and hard in and out of my tingling twat. His hot, hairy thighs smacked rhythmically against me, and my body jerked forward each time he fucked into me.
I screeched with joy, my nails raking across his flexing ass cheeks, taking him deep inside of me, loving his huge thick cock.
"Tell me what you want, baby! C'mon, tell big Gino Ameretto what you want!" he muttered huskily, licking my ear.
"I want your cock! A AAA Ml YEEEESS! F-FUCK MEEEF!" I sobbed in delirious passion, squirming like an eel beneath him.
Something dark and passionate was welling up deep inside of me. A yearning, something strange and powerful. I was reveling in the sensations shooting along my pussy walls as they were battered wide apart by Gino Amaretto's ten inch truncheon. But I wanted something more, something I didn't at first understand.
Then, it hit me, all at once. My hot, tight, puckered ass-hole was winking and twitching each time his stud meat slipped up to the hilt in my tight wet slit. His hefty, sweat-soaked balls were smacking up against my tush, too, and my buttocks tingled in pleasure.
I clawed at his back and gasped faintly, "G-Gino! Gino, p-please! I I want you to fuck my ass! I I want to feel your big, thick cock ramming deep inside of my hot ass!"
He lifted his head, staring down at me in amazement and delight, grinning lewdly, rocking from side to side and twitching his-horse-cock deep in my pussy.
"Hell, baby, you sure is a slut!" he muttered huskily.
He heaved back, and I felt his hefty truncheon pop out of my crotch, snapping up against his hairy tummy. He rolled off of me and said, "Get up on all fours, baby, and stick that sweet girl ass up in the air! Then ole Gino'll give ya what ya need!"
I moaned in excitement, scrambling up on my hands and knees, wiggling my sweet, shapely, dimpled buns in the air. I felt him move up behind me. I felt his strong, calloused hands knead around the quivering orbs of my butt cheeks. He grunted in pleasure as he squeezed them, thrusting his thumbs into the moist hot crack, peeling the cheeks back, his eyes blazing with lust as he drank in the sight of my tiny pink rectum.
I shuddered as I felt his hot breath on my tender ass flesh. He kissed and sucked and licked at my sweet young buns, pushing his face up between them, swiping his licker hungrily up and down my ass crack.
Then, with a growl, he got up on his knees behind me and I felt the huge fleshy log of his dick punch between my satiny cheeks and press against the rosy orifice of my ass-hole.
I sobbed with anticipation, arching my back, relaxing my aching girlish ass-hole, my fingers convulsively digging into the grassy soil. He clamped his hands around my slender middle and gave a hoarse grunt, snapping his ass forward hard.
I felt his ox-cock ram up inside of my guts, battering my quaking little ass-hole wide apart, pumping deeper and deeper into my oven-hot, slippery rectal glove. A geyser-like blast of erotic pleasure ripped through my lower body, making every nerve ending sparkle, and I shrieked in ecstasy, tossing my blonde locks from side to side, my 'O' shaped ass-hole gripping spasmodically at the very base of his boner.
"Oh, yeah, honey, that's a tiny little ass! Damn, does that feel good! Fuckin' beautiful, baby! UNGH!! UNGHH UNGM!" he muttered thickly between clenched teeth, hunching back and forth, sodomizing me with powerful, body-jerking strokes. His sweaty thighs beat a rhythmic tattoo against my quivering buns.
He eased back till his mushroom-shaped dick-head was encompassed by the silken ring of my ass-hole, and then he heaved forward hard, pushing the entire length of his horse-cock up to the gonads deep inside of me, his balls smacking up against my pussy.
He bent over me as he fucked my ass fast and hard, sliding his sweaty hands around me, crushing them around the swinging hills of my creamy boobies. He pinched my nipples between his knuckles, slurping and sucking at my ear and neck as he hunched into me like a brute beast, his hairy, muscular body heaving and pumping.
I felt the wild, white-hot fire of my climax swirl up through my body and crescendo behind my eyes. My head jerked back and I screamed as I started to come, gloriously. I came in my ass and in my pussy. Pleasure drenched my senses. I heard him roar in bestial pleasure as my steamy guts milked around his ramming dick pole. His hands tightened around my titties. He shot a huge load. I felt it spurting and spurting deep in my ass, hot thick gobs of man goo blasting up into my nether depths.
"Oh y-yeaaah, man! Hot girl bitch ass ... hot fuckin' girl bitch ass ... " I dimly heard him mutter as he shuddered and squirted the last hot drops of jism into my guts ...
Well, it was a memorable afternoon, all right. Lusty Gino Amaretto fucked my ass three times, and I just couldn't get enough of that big Italian cock. He drove me to Alfalfaville, right to the door of my relative's house.
And from that day on, I became a total degenerate slut. Only now, I can't come unless a guy's fucking my ass. Sometimes, I take on two and sometimes three guys at the same time, and it's lovely to have a cock up my ass-hole and pussy while I'm sucking the balls and cock of another dude!! !
I know this yearning for sodomy is a little weird, but I just can't help it. And besides, I'm having the time of my life. You're only young once, you know ...
WATER SPORTS
"Drink it, slut!" Bud Ramshaw muttered thickly, his dark brown eyes blazing like coals. "Drink my hot man piss!"
I lay in the tub, gagging and coughing as the yellow stream of urine splashed all over my face, spraying into my mouth, filling it with the smoky, salty taste of piss.
He whipped his big greasy pecker up and down, splattering my naked body with urine, and I was going wild with illicit pleasure. I moaned and puckered my rosy red lips, my coral pink tongue darting back and forth, eager for his potent spray ...
Among animal life, urination often assumes the role of determining masculine dominance. For example, in a group of monkeys, two males vying for dominance will fight, and the victor will cap his triumph by pissing on the loser. In humans, this unusual ritual has been taken a step farther and refined.
In some societies, the drinking of urine is a standard practice. In today's permissive world, sexual boundaries have been extended and people are forever searching for more unusual and perverse ways to titillate their libidos. Getting into piss, or Water Sports', as it is coyly referred to by those in the know, has rapidly become a widely practiced means of sexual excitement.
Dominance and subservience frequently play strong roles in sexual contact, and a man who wishes to emphasize his brute control over his passive female mate may get off on urinating on her, debasing her, forcing her to drink his piss.
And, in turn, the female may experience an almost cathartic sense of being dominated, of being overwhelmed by masculine power. By allowing a man to piss on her, she has conceded to his control over her, to her inferiority, to her willingness to be subjugated.
Since the conventional sphere of things in modern times relegates the male/female superior/inferior image to a more barbaric past, the haunting image of those primitive ideas still plays a strong part in the realm of sexual fantasy and acting out.
All sexual behavior is heavily influenced by stereotype and by primitive ideas concerning sexual roles reinforced during the formative years by one's culture. The subconscious feeling that sexuality is somehow illicit and 'dirty' is even present today, and therefore, the child in everyone's libido is excited by doing something 'naughty.' Those things which seem the most taboo are often those things most titillating to the fantasy life ...
The train tracks on the outskirts of Potter's Bluff wind down to a large bridge over a dried up creek bed. The creek is used as a dumping area and is generally avoided by the townspeople, except by children and bums.
I used to wander along the tracks and go snooping around beneath the bridge during the summer months. I was an only child and rather a loner. I was quite shy, and I felt unpopular in school. It wasn't because I was unattractive or stupid. In fact, I was a very lovely young girl and did quite well in classes.
But I lived with my eccentric maiden aunt.
Isabella Dunston, who had led a wild life and was notorious in Potter's Bluff. Aunt Isabella had been a slut in an age and a place when being a slut was enough to brand one's family forever. Not only that, she had had a f;ve year affair with a black man, an affair she flagrantly flaunted. That affair had been over for some time when I came to live with her when I was seven after my parents died, but the memory of it lingered on. I was mercilessly teased by my school mates, and their parents would not allow me to come over or for their kids to visit me. I grew up with a sense of shame and loneliness. I thought I was strange and unlikeable. I never really rationalized the fact that I was being punished for something which I had nothing to do with.
Anyway, that hot July afternoon, I was walking Gorgo, my pet Cocker Spaniel, and we strolled along the tracks and I felt very happy. I liked the peaceful verdant surroundings of that isolated part of town.
The sun was hot, but it was a breezy day and it wasn't humid or uncomfortable. I was wearing a simple egg shell blue dress with shoulder straps. I was a budding adolescent girl, in that willowy, metamorphic stage between child and woman. I was ravishingly beautiful. My hair, which streamed down nearly to my waist, was a shock of red, like fire, tumbling in coiling silken tresses, framing the oval of my pretty face.
My eyes were large, long-lashed and sea green. My nose was just an upturned button of a thing. My lips were full and rosy and soft. I was just beginning to get breasts. They pressed shyly forward like apple halves against the material of my summer dress. My legs were nut brown from much exposure to tie sun, and very shapely.
I let Gorgo off the chain, and the black dog went scampering forward. His ears pricked up; I think he saw an alley cat scrounging among the garbage on the edge of the incline leading down below the bridge, and the chase was on. He went streaking down into the dried up riverbed, and I dashed after him, calling his name.
I ran under the bridge, and was about to emerge on the other side when I saw someone coming toward me in the distance. It was a big, raggedly clad black man. He was walking unsteadily, and he was carrying a bottle of whiskey in a brown paper bag, which he kept raising to his lips.
He wore only a pair of brown, rather dirty pants, secured at the waist with a belt. His brawny chest was the color of polished mahogany, bunching with hard belts of muscle, sleek and gleaming with sweat as though well-oiled.
Something about him made me feel suddenly shy and a little afraid. I didn't like meeting people as it was, so I did something impulsive. There was a thick growth of hedge along the perimeter of the stone trestle supporting the bridge. I darted around behind it, crouching down in the bushes, and held my breath.
The big black man staggered forward until he was standing not very far from where I was hidden. He made a low, surly growling sound, tossing the bottle from him savagely. I heard the crash and tinkle of breaking glass. His eye whites were red with drink. He had a thick-featured, sweaty face and a head of tight kinky curls.
Suddenly, he staggered up until he was looming right in front of the bush behind which I was crouching. I shuddered, huddling down as far as I could, my heart hammering crazily.
Through the branches and leaves, I could see his brawny legs, his thighs, and his muscled stomach. I saw him reached down and unbutton his fly. My eyes rounded. I realized suddenly what he was going to do. I realized I was right in the way, that if I didn't move something awful was going to happen. But I was paralyzed, suspended in a strange vacuum of immobility.
His brown trousers slithered down about his knees. I saw a big, hairy pair of balls swinging between his legs. I saw his cock. It was the first cock I'd ever seen, and I nearly gasped aloud, my head spinning with wonder. It was a huge, fleshy rope of flaccid dark flesh, enormous even while limp.
He grasped his dick and held it steady. The greasy glans was staring at me like an eye, or a pointing gun. I was unable to move. I knew what was coming, and a strange little flicker of excitement stirred deep within me.
He sighed and let loose with a thick, hot stream of piss. It blasted from his bloated bladder with geyser-like intensity, spraying through the bushes. It splashed right onto my face, the burst of hot, pungent piss running all over my features, into my hair, running down onto my bare shoulders and into my bodice, soaking my dress.
The stink of hot male urine filled my nostrils. I gurgled with shock, my mouth gasping for air, and a hot stream of piss sprayed right into my girlish mouth. The salty taste of piss filled my mouth as it ran in pungent rivulets down my throat. I coughed and gasped, unable to breath, frantic with blind shock. I staggered up, scrambling out of the bushes, tripping and sprawling forward on the ground, quite soaked with piss.
"What the fuck ... ? " the black man growled, jumping back, staring down at me in surprise.
Then, a big, sloppy grin spread across his crude, Neanderthalic features. The fleshy dick pole in his hand began to expand swiftly, thickening and elongating before my dazed green eyes.
I was lying shivering at his feet, my head tilted back, my face dripping with potent man piss as I stared up at the brawny black giant. He seemed to tower above me, like a huge African statue. I gaped at the enormous length of his rock-hard black prick as it jutted up, twitching, in the air.
Filtering through my confused mind little fragments of memory superimposed themselves on my consciousness; the jeers of 'nigger-lover', the whispered, barely overheard conversations about my Aunt Isabella's black lover, the suggestions that I would go the way of my aunt, all entwined in a rush of wild emotion.
The black man chuckled hoarsely and said in a thick, drunken voice, "Heh, heh, heh! Purty little white girl's all pissed on, huh? Yeah, and you'se lookin' at my big black meat, ain't ya? like this big black meat, girl? Yeah! It's real big, huh? You wanna suck it, bitch girl? You wanna suck ole Rufus' big black meat?"
He sank down on his knees in the muddy soil as he muttered these crude words, flapping his huge horse-cock in front of my shocked green eyes. I gaped at it as it loomed before my face. The pungent scent of his unwashed Negroid masculinity rushed through my nostrils like ammonia.
"Suck it, I'M girl! Suck Rufus' big ole hard-on! Come on, baby! Lick that black dick!" he urged hoarsely.
I stared, mesmerized, at the pulpy heart-shaped knob of his cock. It was fat and puce-colored, dripping with a sparkling droplet of piss. I don't know why I did it. An impulse, I guess. Something inside of me came alive. like an incubus asserting itself, taking control of my being. I leaned forward and thrust out my wet pink tongue.
I swiped it over the sticky corona of his cock. I licked at it hungrily, lapping up the trickle of piss, tasting the pungent tang of sweat and smegma and pre-come.
"Oh, yeah, baby! Suck that cock! Lick it all over!" he moaned.
I gurgled in near-hysterical excitement. I curled my trembling fingers around the stiff dark corrugated shaft of his pecker. They didn't quite make it around the pulsing middle. I pumped on his dick while I mouthed and slurped at it, running my wet licker up and down the vein-latticed shaft, mewling with pleasure.
I nuzzled the thatch of sweat-soaked pubes at the base of his cock, whimpering as I kissed and slurped on his inner thighs. I could feel the brute masculine tension in his body. I could feel him responding to my oral exploration. I was filled with a wild sense of feminine power. Never before had anyone responded to me this way. I had always been treated with mild contempt, with mockery or with pity. Now, a stranger, a man, was centering his total attention upon me. I had him by the short hairs, so to speak. He was mine. I was momentarily the center of his universe ...
I moved down to his huge, greasy balls. They were like small furry coconuts. I scooped them up with both hands; the heavy nuts filled the entirety of my palms, draping over the sides. I couldn't believe how huge they were!
I kissed them, suckled them, licked them, my nostrils flaring as I sniffed the potent scent of his hot stud balls. I nibbled at the wrinkly sac, cooing as my wet red lips slurped at each big, scum-bloated gonad. I nuzzled my flushed face up beneath them, letting the musky scumbag lie over my face as I sucked and licked at its underside.
"Yeah! YEAAAAH! Lick them nigger balls, girl! Lick 'em! Uh huh! You a real hot slut. baby! A real hot fuckin' slut!' he gasped in hoarse excitement, his hands coming down, his fingers raking through my tangled, piss-wetted red hair.
He sat back heavily on the ground, leaning against the wall as I sucked his balls. He drew up his legs, gripping them beneath the knees, pulling them toward his brawny chest.
He said hoarsely, "Eat out my ass, cunt! C'mon, get that hot pink tongue down on my stud ass-hole!"
I was wild with wanton, sluttish excitement. Everything seemed to swim and shimmer before my eyes as though I was drunk or dreaming. I gurgled with desire, my hot wet taster sliding down the strip of flesh leading from his balls down to the hairy crack between his buttocks.
I burrowed my flushed lovely face between his musky Negro ass cheeks, the blasting heat enveloping me, making my eyes and mouth water. I moaned as I flailed my wet tongue up and down his ass crack, flicking the tip of it over the puckered darkness of his pungent ass-hole.
I licked and sucked at it, pushing my tongue up into the clenching, slick opening, tasting the pungent flavor of it. My hot girlish pussy was getting hotter and hotter by the minute.
I squirmed back up to his balls and then, to his cock. I purred in pleasure as I gripped his hot black prick in both hands, drawing it up to my wet warm lips, raining the knob with girlish kisses.
I yawned my mouth wide open, shuddering as I bent over it, feeling the heart-shaped tip slide over my swarming velvety tongue and scrape over the roof of my mouth. My hot, 'O' shaped lips milked furiously around the vein-latticed shaft as I bobbed my head rapidly up and down, sucking cock for the first time in my life, loving it. "Yeah, baby, suck my nigger meat! Oh, YEAH!! Keep on suckin' it, slut! Suck it GOOD!" he panted hoarsely, humping up with his hips.
He gripped hold of my head in both hands, his fingers digging into my scalp hard as he forced me down on his upright organ. I gagged, tears springing to my eyes when his beefy prong began to force its way down my aching gullet, spreading it wide. My oxygen supply was cut off abruptly. A dark, wild warmth flushed through my face and throat as all ten inches of his hefty horse-meat impaled my gullet. My bloated, sucking lips were mashed into the nest of kinky pubes at the base of his prick.
Rufus bellowed in bestial satisfaction, twitching and churning his horse-cock deep in my throat. He relaxed his grip on my cock and
I came up for air. But I wanted it in my throat again, and I went down on it with a little mewl of pleasure, bobbing my head up and down on his dick like crazy.
I was kneeling between his legs sucking his cock, my sweet young tush sticking up into the air. He bent over me as I milked his meat, and I felt his hands slide down my back, hauling my dress up. He patted the sweet high curves of my dimpled tush through my white cotton panties. A dark flutter of heat rushed through my lower body when I felt his hand slide down beneath my panties.
He squeezed and caressed the naked creamy flesh of my ass. I felt his thick fingers slide into my butt crack and probe my tender little anus. He bent forward even more, and his groping hand closed around the soft pink 'V of my hot, virgin pussy. He rubbed and squeezed it, grinding his sweaty palm over the pulpy, dripping vulva. Little blasts of erotic pleasure shuddered through my loins. My eyes snapped open and I gave a muffled gurgle as I felt two thick fingers curl up and push between the buttery folds of my mons, sliding into my hot fuck socket.
Darts of wild pleasure shot through my lower body as he started frigging my aching pussy. My tight vaginal tunnel milked furiously around his pumping fingers. Incredible feelings were storming through my lower body. I wiggled my hips, milking at his pumping fingers with my adolescent cunt muscles. My heart was beating wildly in my chest. I sucked his cock furiously, saliva foaming at the corners of my mouth.
"Oh, yeah, baby! Suck it!" he hissed hoarsely, twisting fingers in my cunt. "You got a nice tight wet little cunny there! Yeah, bitch! This black stud's gonna pump his dong up your twat!"
With that, he grabbed me by the hair, hauling me off his black donkey dick. It snapped up against his belly, dripping with spit, jerking in excitement. He gripped me by the shoulders, pushing me down on my back on the ground.
A train went thundering by overhead and the trestle quaked and I felt the tremor rush over me like an epileptic spasm. I gaped up at the hulking black stud on his knees beside me. He was unbuttoning my dress. He pulled it open, his dark eyes drinking in the sight of my small young breasts. He closed his sweaty fingers around them, kneading the blossoming hills, his palms scraping over the throbbing nipples.
He pinched his forefingers and thumbs around the protruding nubbins, tweaking and tugging at them till they grew erect as rubber rivets. I moaned, arching my back, darts of passion shooting through my trembling body.
He grinned down at me, displaying his strong even white teeth. He nudged my legs apart with his knees. I stared down a trifle fearfully at his huge stick horse-dick. He gripped it, maneuvering it up between my legs, butting the pulpy knob against the velvety opening to my bower of bliss.
He heaved his black body on top of mine with a grunt, his hips knifing forward. I screamed, a shock-wave of intense pleasure ripping through my lower body as his hefty horse-cock stretched my aching vaginal tunnel wide, slamming up deep inside of me, battering my dimpled cervix.
My hot buttery cuntal chasm was sucking furiously at the base of his thick, pulsating horse-cock. I could feel it twitching deep inside of me. I felt opened, spread, violated. Erotic heat trickled all through me like lava. I was moaning, gyrating, whimpering like a wanton whore.
His sweaty, hairy thighs and stomach pressed down against my lily white flesh as he rocked from side to side on top of me, savoring the sensation of having all ten inches of his mammoth meat encompassed by the juicy folds of my twat.
I instinctively lifted my legs in the air. scissoring them around his slender middle. My heels crossed at the small of his back. My hands ran around the sweaty sides of his back. His brawny, muscle-bound chest pressed down against my aching little titties, flattening them.
He stared into my face, his dark, booze-blurred eyes burning into me. I felt him start to move. He undulated his hips, establishing an erotic rhythm. It was as though we were engaging in a primitive form of dance, our bodies churning, meshing, moving together, joining and parting rhythmically.
I felt his big, sweaty muscles tense and relax. I heard the whoosh of his hoarse breath spray from between his clenched white teeth each time he pumped his prick up to the balls inside of me.
Moist smacking sounds came from between our legs as his dick pumped, piston-like, in and out of my gaping gash. I was humping wildly with my hips, sobbing with joy, tossing my red hair from side to side, grimacing in pleasure.
Each time he humped his horse-cock up inside of me, my breath was practically knocked from my lungs and I gave a shrill shriek of ecstasy, arching my back, clawing at his back.
He planted his hands on either side of me on the ground and began to fuck me hard and fast, his big, muscular body jack-knifing furiously, easing back till only the knob was encased by the hot sleeve of my twat and then ramming it forward again to the hilt inside of me.
I ran my hands all over his broad shoulders, his brawny chest, into his musky armpits. The rank scent of Negro sweat mingled with the scent of piss in my flaring nostrils. My head was spinning. The bridge above us seemed to spin and swoop before my sex-blurred eyes. A second train went thundering by, and as I absorbed its vibrations, mingled with the sensual throbs of intense ecstasy which blasted through my cock-stuffed pussy, I felt the churning of heat deep within me. My cauldron of love was about to overflow.
I arched my back, uttering a shrill, piercing scream. My nails raked across his sweaty back. I gasped breathlessly, "F-FUCK MEEEEI! AAAHM AAAAHI! AAAAHM I I'M G-G-GONNA C-C-CUUUUUMMI!"
And I did, gloriously! Excruciating waves of sheer ecstasy tore through me time and time again. Rockets and flares seemed to go off behind my eyes. My flesh stung with brilliant sensation. My hot cunt exploded around his heavy, pumping meat, milking it furiously as my love juice spurted from my womb.
"Yeah, bitch, I feel your twat com in'! I feel it comin' around my big donkey cock!" he panted thickly.
He pulled back suddenly, his big black prick popping like a giant cork out of my soppin pussy. He scrambled forward, straddling my middle. He fisted his huge, sticky, co me-smeared cock and pumped on it furiously. His chest heaved and he threw back his head and uttered a bestial roar of passion, spit flecking the corners of his mouth, the tendons in his neck contracting.
His huge greasy cock exploded like a Roman candle. Thick, overheated gobs of pungent man cream blasted up his fuck tubes and sprayed right into my flushed face. The gooey come squirted all over my face, running down my hot, flushed cheeks, splashing into my mouth.
I gurgled, yawning my mouth open like a hungry fledgling, lifting my head eagerly. He grabbed me by the hair, moaning and shuddering, pushing his spurting penis right into my mouth, squirting the last hot gobs of pungent jism onto my squirming tongue.
"Oh y-yeaaah baby, oh yeaaaah ... " he gasped hoarsely as my hot velvety lips milked the last few drops of come from his aching pecker.
He released me, scrambling shakily to his feet, his hulking black body dripping with sweat. He grinned down at me as he tucked his musky black genitals back into his brown pants, zipping them up.
"You ever want a big black dick again, baby, you come on down here to the train tracks an' maybe you'll see me!" he said lewdly, winking at me.
He strode away, leaving me sprawled out on the ground, dazed and stunned by what I had just gone through. I slowly rose to my feet and shakily put my clothes on. I felt weak all over, and dirty. I smelled of come and urine. My dress was soiled.
I felt something wet and warm on one hand and looked over to see Gorgo, my cocker spaniel, wagging his tail at me mischievously. I smiled at him weakly, reattaching the leash to his collar, and slunk home, taking a long hot bath. I was highly embarrassed by what I had been through, and I was especially confused by the fact that just thinking about it excited me all over again. The most potent image in my mind was the memory of the feeling and taste of Rufus' hot, salty piss as it spurted and splashed all over my face ...
PART TWO
That episode down by the train tracks changed my life. I became aware of my sexual self for the first time. And I became aware of boys. I mean, I'd had silly school girl crushes on guys before, but it had all been romantic, neo-Gothic day-dreaming. Now I really knew what the guys had to offer and what they wanted.
I started fixing myself up. I learned how to use make-up, I selected more provocative clothing, and I became less self-conscious. It took a while, but by the time I was sixteen, the stigma which had been attached to me had all but vanished. I started to become popular, with the guys, at least. The girls were as bitchy as ever, but their meanness was now tinged with envy. That was all right by me I started going out on dates. And I put out. In fact, without even really knowing what I was doing, I began to get a reputation for being a loose girl.
I was deliriously, blindly, happy, because guys were paying attention to me. It didn't dawn on me till a long, long time later that they just wanted sex. They had no respect for me as a person. I didn't have steady boyfriends like some of the other girls. I was the type of girl I guy liked to fuck in the back seat of his father's Pontiac. not the type a guy would give his school ring to or take to the senior prom.
One day, when I was fifteen, I was walking from math class to social studies, laden with school books, and a trifle breathless because I was a little late. Suddenly, a large shape blocked my path and I looked up into the face of Boris "Moose" Konchalski. He was grinning down at me knowingly. I simpered, smiling up at him. Moose was quite a hunk!
He was the quarterback on the varsity football team, and one of the biggest dudes in the high school. At eighteen, he was also one of the oldest. He was half-Polish, half-Italian, a big, lumbering lug of a muscle-bound jock.
He was six foot two inches tall, tipping the scales at two hundred and thirty pounds of big beefy muscle. He had a squarish head and rather Neanderthalic features. His short-cropped hair was chestnut brown. He had thick, lowering brows, shading a pair of smoldering brown eyes. His nose was slightly off-kilter. His lips were full and sensuous. He had a stubbornly jutting jaw-line.
He was wearing a pale green Lacoste sweat shirt which adhered to the heavy slopes of muscle on his brawny, upside down triangle of a chest. I could see coiling whorls of dark hair at the open collar. His arms were very powerful, with cantaloupe-sized biceps. I spotted right away the big meaty bulge at the basket of his well-worn, tight blue jeans. My hot little pussy quivered in girlish excitement.
"Hey there, Elvira," he said in a deep, husky voice. "How's it goin'? "
"Just fine, Moose! Only, I'm late for class!"
"Yeah, me too. Listen, Elvira. Why don't you meet me in front of the locker room after football practice this afternoon?"
I smiled coquettishly at him, batting my long lashes, my emerald green eyes sparkling with interest. I paused and said, "Well, maybe I will! What time?'
"Five-thirty," he said, winking at me. "I'll drive you home."
"O.K.! See you later, Moose!" I said cheerily.
I could feel his hot eyes on my ass as I swished off down the hall. I felt light-headed and excited and couldn't pay attention at all to Mr. Doyne's lecture on Hannibal and the siege of Carthage.
I had a modern dance class after school from four to five anyway, so it wasn't as if I was just hanging around waiting for Moose. The class made me feel limber and sensual. I showered off and primped before a mirror.
My, did I look lovely! My hair fell in carmine tresses about my slender, alabaster shoulders. My flesh was cool and creamy and unblemished. My breasts, which had blossomed into nice-sized, jutting jugs, strained against the skimpy mauve blouse I was wearing. The dress ended just below my hips, revealing my shapely gams. I had on black Mary Janes and bobbysox. I was quite ravishing.
It was ten past five when I skipped down the hall behind the gym to the boys' locker room. I knocked lightly on the door, and a couple of moments later, it opened and there was Moose!
He was unclothed, with a towel draped loosely around his middle. My hot wanton eyes flicked hungrily over the expanse of his bared, hairy chest. Flaring lats framed the twin hills of his jutting pecs, tapering dramatically to a washboard rippling belly. A thick mat of dark hairs covered his torso extensively, glinting with shower water. He grinned at me wolfishly and said, "Want to come in for a couple of minutes, baby? I ain't dressed yet."
I hesitated. I knew the boys' locker room was out of bounds to girls. But I also knew that my tight little twat was hot for Moose Konchalski's huge horse-prick. The girls often whispered about the prodigious tool between Moose's legs. He'd had a steady girl friend for three years, Wanda Farrow, so none of the other girls had had the chance to sample his big dick. But after they broke up several weeks earlier, he'd started hitting on other girls, and their stories about his over-sized whanger had titillated my imagine more than a little.
I stepped past him into the steamy locker room. It smelled of sweat and soap and Right Guard. I saw that we weren't the only ones in the room. Three other guys were there, too!
I recognized them right away. Besides Moose, there were Reggie Snopes, Jarvis Montgomery, and Barry Adams. Reggie was a cocky, good-looking guy of seventeen with sun blonde hair and twinkling cobalt blue eyes and a lean, tanned, fit physique. Jarvis was a big, lumbering, good-looking boy from Kentucky, a country hick who'd just moved with his family to
Potter's Bluff. He had sandy hair and small green eyes and a big, healthy, well-fed body; six foot three, two hundred and fifty pounds of hard male beefiness. Barry was a strong fellow of sixteen, shorter than the others, with a stocky, powerful, wrestler's physique, jet black hair and piercing hazel eyes.
A shock of illicit excitement rushed over me. All three dudes were stripped down to their jock straps, their big sweaty bodies practically naked! And all were looking at me with smoldering eyes, big, lewd grins on their faces.
"My goodness!" I purred, my cheeks dimpling sweetly. "I didn't know this was going to be a party!"
"Yeah, baby," Moose said huskily, putting a big hand on my face, rubbing his thumb over my lower lip. "And you're the belle of the ball!"
He bent down and greedily crushed his sensuous mouth against mine, kissing me hard. His long wet tongue swiped around inside of my mouth, tangling with my own licker, trading spit.
I felt his hands fumbling with the buttons on back of my dress. Everything seemed to swirl around me as erotic heat cascaded over my senses ...
The next thing I knew, I was lying on my back on a wooden bench and Moose
Konchalski was crouching beside me, between my legs, which draped over the end of the bench. I felt his warm breath between my legs and gave a shrill cry of startled pleasure as his long, hot tongue squelched up and down the juicy pink petals of my vagina. He growled in satisfaction as he tasted my hot wet twat.
I felt his warm, strong lips suck at my tender vulva as his dexterous tongue flicked in and out of my hot, honeyed fuck hole. I moaned and writhed as his taster flicked at the tender clove of my clitoris, sending almost excruciating waves of pleasure shooting through me.
"Ooooh, M-Moose, y-yeeees!" I gasped throatily, whipping my head from side to side, bucking my hips as he ate out my buttery pussy.
My hands went down and grabbed frantically at the back of his head. Reggie, Jarvis and Barry had drawn closer. I saw that they all had hard-ons which lifted the elastic of their sweaty jocks and throbbed against their muscled bellies. They all pulled their jock straps down, snapping them up beneath their heavy, meaty testicles.
I was getting more and more turned on, the nymphomaniac inside of me coming alive. Reggie and Barry knelt down on either side of the bench. Each jock closed a hand around one of my big, pillowy breasts, squeezing and playing with them, pinching and plucking at the ripe, rosy, sand dollar sized nubbin which sprouted there.
They bent down and hungrily clamped their mouths to my breasts, and I shrieked in delight as three hot male mouths went to work on my body. The suction of Reggie's and Barry's mouths on my aching nipples and the hot tongue work Moose was providing between my legs made me shudder spasmodically, tossing my red tresses back and forth in a frenzy of excitement.
Jarvis suddenly materialized beside me. I stared up at the huge, muscular country hick, my bright green eyes flickering with interest as I perused the stiff, twitching shaft of his nine and a half inch phallus. It drooled a droplet of pre-come and flailed at the air in front of my face. A hefty set of hairy nuts swung low beneath his upright sex organ.
I purred in pleasure, reaching up and circling the vein-etched shaft of his cock with my fingers, drawing it down to my mouth. I sucked on it wantonly, my cheeks hollowing, my tongue swirling all around-the twitching shaft. The hot flavor of his musky meat filled my mouth.
"Awwww, y-yeaaaah!" Jarvis moaned, shuddering as my velvety oral orifice began to pump rhythmically back and forth on his dick.
I squeezed and stroked the lower part of his huge horse-cock with one hand while I sucked on the first few inches, saliva frothing at the corners of my mouth. I was gurgling and mewling in bitch passion. With my other hand, I tugged and played with his sweaty balls.
"Hell, this gal knows how to suck real good, man!" Jarvis gasped happily, his fingers tangling in my red hair, drawing me urgently between his legs, churning his heavy meat in my succulent oral orifice.
Moose had lifted his head from between my legs and was panting hard, his lower face wet and glistening with my honeyed fluids. He pushed two thick fingers between the sticky folds of my vulva, pumping them savagely in and out of my squirming, buxom body. I purred and wiggled, my hot cunt muscles tugging wetly at his plunging digits. He worked a third finger inside of me, twisting his hand from side to side, stretching them inside of me while he licked and kissed the spread, pink lips of my bloated cunt.
"Damn," Jarvis muttered thickly after a while, letting go of my head. "I gotta take a mean piss!"
He backed off, his hefty, spit-imbued pecker popping moistly from between my hungry red lips and slapping up against his rippling sweaty stomach. He turned to stride over to the row of toilet stalls at the end of the locker room.
I was wild with licentious lust by this time. As I watched him take a few steps, I cried out breathlessly, "N-No! Wait! I I want you to piss on me, Jarvis! I want to drink your piss!"
The Kentucky farm boy stopped abruptly, turning and staring at me with disbelief. Reggie and Barry both lifted their faces from my quivering jugs and gaped at me too.
Moose guffawed hoarsely, his flushed, ruggedly handsome face livid with desire. He pulled his fingers out of my cunt with a loud popping sound, raising them to his lips and sucking on them.
He said huskily, "Yeah, this girl's hot for us, guys! Let's give her what she wants! She-likes gettin' pissed on. Shit, I gotta take a piss too! Let's make her happy, guys!"
The four jocks rose to their feet, surrounding me, their stiff pricks sawing the air in front of them like dewy clubs. Moose pulled me up, patting and squeezing my ass as he mutely led me over to the showers. I stepped into one of the shower stalls, turning to face the jocks.
I dropped down on my knees on the cold, ceramic floor, panting in excitement. I tilted my head back, shaking the hair out of my eyes, staring up with wanton need at the four dudes who crowded around the front of the shower looking down at me.
Jarvis grinned, gripping his big, hard prick. He pushed it down till the greasy knob was pointed at my face. Moose did the same thing. They concentrated for a moment, and their full, virile bladders exploded in action.
Twin yellow streams of steamy man piss blasted from their urethras, spraying like fire hoses right onto my face. I sobbed in ecstasy, my mouth yawning open eagerly. Hot, pungent piss splashed all over my face. They trained the spurts of urine on me, pissing on my big, heaving tits, on my tummy, on my twat, but mostly, right into my mouth.
I gulped at their hot piss, loving it, loving the salty, slightly acrid taste of it. Moose stepped forward, panting in excitement, gripping me by the hair. He was still pissing hard. He shoved his squirting penis right between my lips and my cheeks filled out as his hot urine spurted directly into my mouth. I swallowed it greedily, but trickles of pungent piss ran down my cheeks as my mouth overflowed.
Barry and Reggie had to urinate too, and were highly excited by the way I eagerly and gladly let their stud buddies piss on me. When Jarvis and Moose had emptied their bladders, they stepped aside and Barry and Reggie scrambled up in front of me.
I purred in excitement, grasping each sticky cock in one hand, pulling them down till they were pointing at my hot, wet mouth. The jocks grunted and started to piss. I lapped and gulped at the hot streams of yellow liquid, letting them splash on my face, sending delirious waves of illicit excitement shooting through me.
"Yeah, bitch! Drink that stud piss! Wallow in it!" Moose muttered thickly, looking over Reggie's shoulder, his dark brown eyes gleaming with excitement.
Four full jock bladders were emptied all over me. My stomach felt bloated with liquid. My mouth tasted of smoky piss. My face and body were warm and sticky with urine. I was dizzy with excitement.
After they were through, Moose turned on the shower and let the jets of water wash the piss off of me. Then, the four jocks crowded into the shower and fed me their stiff pricks. I moaned and whimpered in excitement, my hot, gasping mouth darting from prick to prick. I sucked their dicks hungrily, lapping at their smoky balls.
They turned around and I licked and sucked and kissed their muscled, hairy asses, too, running my licker up their sweaty butt cracks. swirling it over their pungent ass-holes.
The football players were so turned on now they were more like beasts than humans. Moose took me back to the bench, sitting on it and putting me in his lap. I sank down on his throbbing upright sex tool with a sob, gripping his shoulders and squealing shrilly as I rode up and down on his mammoth meat, taking it deep inside of me while he whispered hot, lusty things, gripping me by the waist, pumping his cock up into my hot twat.
Jarvis came up behind me, and I felt his warm wet tongue sliding up and down my ass crack and tickling my fuck-hole. Then, he straightened up, and pushed his big pecker between my tush cheeks, and I shrieked aloud when his huge sticky prick rammed up to the short hairs deep in my aching, barbarically distended ass-hole.
I had two thick cocks buried deep inside of me, separated by only a thin membrane of flesh, and as they pumped savagely in and out of my hot, stretched fuck holes, lightning bolts of sheer ecstasy ripped through me
I screamed and sobbed with delight, pleasure mounting within me like an impending volcanic upheaval. Barry climbed up on the bench next to Moose, poking his huge, throbbing prick down against my face, and I gulped and sucked at it wildly. He gripped my head in his hands and pumped with his tight ass, fucking his horse-cock in and out of my gurgling, gulping gullet.
It didn't take long till I came, and when I climaxed, it was as though I'd stuck all my fingers and toes into light bulb sockets. Mind-blasting explosions of white hot ecstasy ripped through my nerve endings, crescendoing behind my tear-dazzled eyes. I was dizzy with the multiple orgasms which wracked my body again and again.
I gave muffled sobs of joy, sucking wildly at Barry's cock. Seconds later, his big dick jerked in my mouth and started to shoot thick, hot gobs of pungent man semen right down my gasping throat. I greedily sucked his dick till I'd milked it dry, and dimly, I was aware of the act that Moose and Jarvis were shooting too, their huge horse-pricks spraying hot hick blasts of man juice up my pussy and up my ass ...
We had a wild orgy that afternoon in the locker room. The guys took turns fucking me every which way, and each of them emptied three thick loads in my hot, sucking orifices.
At the end of the session, Moose had to piss again, and I took his sticky prick in my mouth and drank every droplet of the potent, salty fluid. It was the most totally exciting and degenerate experience of my life.
PART THREE
Young studs like to boast about their sexual feats. And it wasn't long before the story about the wild sex session in the locker room spread through the school like wild-fire. Some uptight parents got wind of it, and a delegation of outraged adults went to the superintendent to complain.
Aunt Isabella was called in and cajoled and threatened. I think she was told that if something drastic wasn't done about me, I would be taken away from her and put in a foster home It was arranged to have me sent to a private all girls Catholic school in the remote country town of Shoreham.
So, despite my vehement protests, I was carted off to the Wigginham Academy for Girls, which was a little like being in a concentration camp. The grim nuns kept an almost constant vigil on our activities. The dorm rooms had barred windows, and there was a huge brick wall around the grounds. We had almost no off-campus privileges, except for heavily chaperoned excursions to museums and parks.
I spent two years at this godforsaken place, only returning home briefly on two occasions; at Christmas. I was seventeen and a lovely girl, unhappy and frustrated, when things changed for me again.
I was shortly to complete my senior year at the academy. The sisters had arranged for a very proper dance party, to which select young men from an elite male prep school in Harrisburg had been invited. A large room adjoining the chapel was rather drearily decorated with faded pink and yellow crepe paper and colored Chinese lanterns. There were large bowls of punch and lemonade, and neat little crust-less sandwiches.
The girls all wore long, demure dresses with high collars. Nuns lined the walls like penguins, their beady eyes keeping constant watch on their charges. The young men for the most part were a motley group of guys; tall, gangly, pimply, or fat, immature and tongue-tied.
My restless green eyes roved around the room, not really expecting to see anyone at all interesting. When I spotted him, my heart lurched violently. At that moment, he looked like the most beautiful thing in the whole wide world. like a pond of cool glistening water must look to someone who's been stranded on a desert for days. like Fernando must have looked to Miranda in THE TEMPEST.
After all, I had seen virtually no young men in nearly two years. The only contact with members of opposite sex I had had were with Mr. Chomley and Mr. Olliphant, the math instructor and the dance teacher, and Mr. Chomley was a skinny octogenarian who resembled an owl, while Mr. Olliphant was corpulent, bald and (it was rumored) homosexual.
This young buck perhaps seemed much more attractive to me than he might have years earlier. But he was an attractive young man. He was tall and strongly built. He filled out his tuxedo becomingly. His short burnished copper hair was brushed away from his forehead. His eyes were blue and bored. His mouth looked sulky, and he had a strong set to his jawline. He looked rich, spoiled, used to getting his way. I had no idea what he was doing at this a nee.
What had transpired I later discovered from Ambrose himself. It seemed that the yearly dance at the Wigginham Academy was dreaded and disdained by the boys of Harrisburg. The Victorian gloom of the proceedings, the hawk-like eyes of the grim nuns, and the general unattractiveness of the girls lent the dance the appeal of a two hour lecture on phonetics.
It seemed that when volunteers were asked to come to the dance, no one came forward. Dean Tiresius Brigham Wittaker, who was a good friend of Sister Mary, headmistress of the Academy, had decided to recruit some of the boys through other measures. Boys who misbehaved were 'punished' by being forced to either go to the dance or be grounded during spring break.
Ambrose Huxley had been all set to return to his family home in Northrup, Massachusetts where he and some chums were planning a yachting trip down the east coast. Then, he had been caught in his room smoking reefer and drinking whiskey. When he had been told to choose between giving up his vacation or going to the dance, he had, of course, taken the latter alternative.
like me, he didn't seem at all to be expecting to have a good time. He was leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette, glowering morosely. A few girls came sidling up to him, simpering, including poor fat pimply Wanda Schtupp, but he coldly ignored them and they slunk away, abashed.
I stared at him, quite brazenly, unable to conceal my immediate attraction. And, as if feeling my eyes, he turned his head abruptly and we were looking right at one another. I saw his expression change. A slow smile creased his face. His folded arms dropped to his sides and he pushed away from the wall laconically, making his way through the room, circumventing the four desultorily dancing couples on the floor, till he was standing by my side.
I can't remember at all what we talked about, only that we talked like old friends and everything else in the room seemed to fade into the background. We danced, and it was lovely. He whispered in my ear something about trying to slip away. I don't know how we managed to sneak out under the watchful eyes of all those nuns. Actually, I think there was a commotion at one point; one pudgy, over-excited girl dropped into a faint in the arms of a skinny unhappy schoolboy, and everyone's attention was turned in her direction. I think it was then that Ambrose and I slipped out. We went out into the garden and fucked gloriously beneath a wisteria bush.
I was so starved for sex that this torrid encounter with the hung young playboy drove me wild for more. And Ambrose was delighted with my ardor and with my wanton and eager sense of erotic adventure.
He wanted to see me again. We somehow managed it. I had three more weeks of imprisonment. He found out that there was a place where he could scale the wall surrounding the Academy. And I knotted sheets together and climbed down from my dorm room window into the garden every night to meet him. We fucked like rabbits, naked on the dewy grass. Sometimes we fucked till dawn. I loved sucking his cock, licking his naked, muscular body, feeling him come inside of my pussy and ass. He loved sucking my ripe, swelling breasts and burrowing his face between my satiny thighs and licking at my honeyed twat.
There was something wild and magical about our kinetic relationship. I guess we were impetuous and hasty and silly. But at the end of the three weeks, he had asked me to run away with him.
And instead of returning to Potter's Bluff, as I was supposed to, I took off with Ambrose. He had a nifty red roadster and we traveled across country, staying at hotels, having the time of our life. We spent six weeks riding aimlessly around, and then, Ambrose telephoned his family in Northrop and told them that he wanted to marry me. Naturally, they were a little perturbed at the abruptness of this announcement, and also because as I now learned the Huxleys of Northrop were among the richest families in the state.
When we drove up to the family mansion, I was awed by the splendor of the grounds, by the hugeness of the rooms, by the grandness of the furniture. Ambrose's mother was a stiff, formidable woman in lavender silk, her hands and throat bristling with jewelry.
She was cold to me at first, but I won her over quite quickly. I was lovely, unaffected, bright and amiable. And it was quite obvious that Ambrose and I were deeply in love. A lavish wedding was arranged at the local Episcopalian Church, with a huge reception afterwards in the ballroom of the Huxley estate.
On the morning before the wedding, I was practically alone in the big mansion on Phoenix Street. Ambrose was out with his uncle making arrangements for our honeymoon on the exotic Caribbean island of Treisiella. Except for the servants and my mother-in-law, who kept to her room that day, I was left to myself.
Millicent Huxley had made it clear that until we were married, Ambrose and I were to have separate rooms. Mine was a large, Victorian room with a canopied bed and Louis XIV furniture and huge French windows looking out on the splendid gardens, where peacocks strutted by bubbling fountains and beds of rhododendrons and roses.
I was served breakfast in bed by a maid, and now, I was lolling luxuriantly on the satin sheets, clad only in a gauzy pink negligee, reading a book by Colette.
There was a light knock on the door, and I called automatically, "Come in!"
The door opened and a tall, handsome young man stood silhouetted in the door frame. I looked at him in some surprise. It was Bud Ramshaw, Ambrose's best friend. He was also somewhat of a rake. Millicent, I knew, did not approve of him, and had tried to dissuade her headstrong son from having Bud as his best man. But Ambrose was adamant. Bud had been his friend all through school, and he would be by his side at the wedding.
I liked Bud, but I felt uneasy around him. He was bigger, stronger, coarser than Ambrose. He emanated a brute masculine arrogance which was both irritating and intriguing. I felt strange around him because he excited me, and I knew from the covert looks he cast my way that Bud was attracted to me as well.
Now, he was casually clad in a beige Lacoste sports shirt and white slacks. His big, muscular body filled out the clothing well. He had thick biceps and I liked the way his brawny chest sloped abruptly to a trim, firm stomach. There was a big bulge at the crotch of his white trousers.
His short chestnut brown hair was brushed recklessly back from his forehead, as though he'd been swimming and had raked his fingers through it instead of using a comb. His skin was deeply bronzed by much exposure to the sun. He was a polo player and a champion swimmer. His dark brown eyes smoldered as they drank in the sight of me sprawled out on the bed. The virtually transparent black negligee I was wearing did little to cover the voluptuous contours of my body. My full, rounded breasts pressed urgently against the gauzy material. You could see the ripe, puckered spheres of my nipples quite clearly. The succulent 'V of my red-fringed twat was also visible through the negligee, and for some reason, I did not draw the covers up when I saw him standing there.
I smiled and said, "Why, Bud! What a surprise! I didn't expect to see you till this afternoon!"
"Hi, Elvira," he said huskily, grinning. revealing his even white teeth. "I dropped by to see if Ambrose was around."
It was a pretty bold-faced lie. I knew that he knew that Ambrose was out with his uncle that morning, and he knew that I knew. We sort of stood there, smiling at each other. But then I reached down and casually drew the covers up about my breasts.
Bud slowly closed the door behind him and took a cigarette out and lit it. He said casually as he puffed on it, "I met a fellow in Boston last week-end. Named Reggie Snopes. Nice guy. It seems he's an old friend of yours."
My heart lurched. Reggie Snopes!! He was one of the jocks I'd had sex with that notorious afternoon back in Potter's Bluff. I tried to look mildly interested but not perturbed. I'm afraid I was not terribly successful.
"Oh really? How is dear Reggie? I haven't seen him in years."
"Very well. Very well indeed. He's a lawyer now, with Hawthorne, Bunkley and Twinkworth. It seems you were a very popular girl back in your hometown."
He was looking at me again, and there was a peculiar grin on his ruggedly handsome features. He had come over beside the bed now, and sat down on the end of it. My silver breakfast tray was lying beside me Bud picked a strawberry from a crystal bowl and popped it in his mouth. His brown eyes were fixed frankly on the slopes formed by my breasts in the pale blue silk sheet.
"Cigarette?" he offered. I shook my head.
"I wonder if Ambrose knows how popular you were in Potter's Bluff?" Bud said abruptly. His tone smacked of blackmail.
Oddly enough, I felt more amused than angry. Bud was such a rogue!! He delighted in scandal and manipulation. He was such a ballsy son of a bitch you had to hand it to him. I let out a little laugh.
"God, Bud, you're such a bastard!" I said merrily.
He grinned, stabbing his cigarette out in the silver tray, leaning forward and tugging the sheet down about my knees. He was leaning over me, and he said softly, "Two years in that cloistered girls' school must have made a girl like you half-crazy. Especially after all the sex you indulged in back home."
I shuddered as his hand stole up my body and closed around one of my ripe breasts. He kneaded it, the palm of his hand grinding against my nipple, making it swell and turret upward erectly.
"Bud, darling, don't you feel the least bit guilty about seducing your best friend's girl on the morning of their wedding?" I said a trifle breathlessly.
His grin widened. "On the contrary, my dear. I find the situation intensely exciting!"
He bent down and crushed his hungry lips to mine, kissing me hard. I moaned as his long, wet tongue snaked between my lips and swarmed around inside of my mouth, trading spit.
His hands were tearing at my negligee now. I could feel the savage power in his hands. I moaned as I heard the ripping of the filmy material, and the expensive black silk garment was torn bodily off of ma
He growled as he moved down, hungrily mouthing my full, unblemished breasts, and I gasped and arched my back as he sucked and chewed on the throbbing, pencil eraser nipples. I felt his strong, sweaty hand slide down the plane of my stomach and cup the damp lips of my vulva. He pushed two fingers between the sticky petals of flesh, sliding them up into my hot vagina, pumping them back and forth as he sucked my breasts. I was moaning and thrashing in excitement. The silver tray teetered and toppled off the bed with a crash. The sound of breaking crystal and china tinkled through the opulent room, but we both ignored it.
"Oh God y-eeees!" I moaned as his hot lips and swarming tongue closed over my wide-open cunt.
He growled into my vagina as he sucked on it, his swarming licker swiping up and down the sticky slit, flicking at my aching clitoris. Electric jolts of sheer passion washed through me. I was pumping frantically with my hips, my fingers digging into the back of his head.
He reached down between his legs and I heard the lewd rasp of his zipper coming down. He was going wild with bestial lust as he lapped and sucked on my honeyed pussy. He lifted his head, panting, his lower face wet with my love juice, his dark eyes blazing like coals.
He got up on his knees. I purred in pleasure as I looked down and saw the huge, throbbing erection which thrust up through the gaping teeth of his zipper. It was an enormous cock, ten inches long and as thick around as my wrist, with a rosy, mushroom-shaped knob and throbbing, vein-corrugated sides.
He grinned at me, gripping hold of his beige shirt and tugging it over his head. I let my narrowed green eyes flick hungrily over his muscular, bared torso, my hot wet pussy contracting with excitement.
He had broad shoulders and big, hard pecs, lightly dusted with silken brown hairs. His stomach was a series of overlapping muscles, creased down the middle, a line of dark hair coiling from his navel to the thick pubic bush surrounding his stiff tool.
He hauled down his pants and climbed onto the bed clad only in a pair of white athletic socks. He dropped his big body heavily on top of mine, hugging me to him hard, clamping his mouth to mine, humping with his hips, his big prick sliding over my tummy and twat.
I moaned in excitement, my hands running up and down his broad, sweaty back, stroking the firm, muscled cheeks of his ass.
"Yeah, baby, I've had the hots for you ever since I first saw you," he whispered into my ear, licking at it. "And you want it bad. You want my hard masculine body, don't you, slut?"
He rolled off of me onto his back on the bed, his hands hooked behind his head, his big dick poking arrogantly up into the air. He said huskily, "Go for it, honey! I'm all yours!"
I rolled over on my side, whimpering and cooing as I ran my warm little hands over his big, sweaty body. I bent down and nuzzled his throat, brushing and feathering my lips over his chest. I kissed and sucked at his hard pecs, running my velvety tongue up each of his flaring lats and sucking on his musky armpits. I squirmed down his body till I was kneeling between his legs, my lips pressed into the musky mane of hair at his thighs. I licked at his inner thighs and moaned as I sniffed and kissed his heavy-hanging balls.
He groaned when I encircled his stud tool with my warm wet mouth and went down on him, letting his pecker slide over the trough of my tongue. I took him deep in my throat, rolling my licker around beneath his jerking sex tool, and then bobbed my head up and down, sucking his meat voraciously, playing with his big, scum-bloated balls.
"Yeah, baby!" he muttered thickly. "Suck that big hard cock! Suck it good!" I pumped my hot hungry mouth up and down on his stiff, twitching meat, purring in satisfaction. Then, I let it pop out of my mouth and pushed his legs up. Obligingly, he gripped himself beneath the knees, hauling his legs toward him, and gasped in pleasure as he felt my hot, hungry tongue slide up and down his hairy ass crack.
I burrowed my pretty face between his ass cheeks and licked and sucked on his bunghole. The slut within me was coming to life again. I remembered the heady, hedonistic pleasure of hot, uninhibited, promiscuous sex I had experienced as a young teenaged girl. I let that lurid abyss open up within me, and plummeted into the dark, ecstatic depths once more ...
PART FOUR
"Yeah, Elvira honey, lick that stud ass! Lick it good!" Bud Ramshaw said huskily as I worked my drooling taster up into the scalding, clenching circle of his pungent sphincter.
He had fisted his spit-smeared dick and was pumping it while I sucked his ass, purring in pleasure, one of my hands rubbing between my legs, stroking my dripping cunt and twitching clit.
"Uh huh, Reggie Snopes wasn't makin' it up, was he, baby?" Bud said hoarsely. "You really are a total slut! I figured. Yeah, I figured a cool, beautiful vixen like you had a hidden store of pent-up bitch heat!"
I sat back gasping, dizzy with desire, and he got up, bending down and growling as he crushed his mouth to mine once more, kissing me voraciously. He broke the kiss, a thin strand of saliva bridging our lips momentarily. His dark eyes were burning into mine. He whispered hoarsely, "He told me something else. Something which really turned me on, baby. He said you liked getting pissed on. He said you let the whole football team piss in your mouth and all over you. Was he lying, honey? Did he make it up?"
I gulped, trembling with excitement, a flood of lurid memory swamping my senses. I shook my head, gasping, "N-No. He wasn't lying ... "
"Yeah ... yeth, I figured ... " Bud muttered, kissing me again, licking my face, crushing and kneading my ripe young breasts in his big, muscled hands.
He got up abruptly, grabbing my hand, and mutely drew me off the bed, leading me across the room to the adjoining bath. It was a lavish bathroom, with a huge, sunken round tub with black and gold tiles and gold dolphin spigots and a shower curtain with Oriental pagodas embroidered in it with silk threads.
Bud Ramshaw's huge cock was thrusting up in the air in front of him at a forty-five degree angle, wet with my spit. He said softly into my ear, "I saved it for you, baby. I drank a lot of beer this morning. A whole lot of beer. I got a whole bladder full of piss for you. Get in the tub and lie down."
There was the ring of authority in his tone. It excited me. I was heady with anticipation. I whimpered as I climbed into the tub. I reclined on the black and gold tiles; they felt cool and slippery against my back and buttocks. I stared up at him as he' climbed into the tub, towering over me like a giant Grecian statue come to life. My heart was pounding in my chest like an over-wound clock.
My arms and legs were thrown spread-eagled away from my voluptuous womanly body. My hot triangle of a vagina was wet with love juice and spit. My rosy nipples were erect and moist. My lovely face, surrounded the lambent halo of my crimson tresses, was flushed and wanton. I was gasping, my mouth opened, my hooded green eyes blazing with passive desire.
Bud's lip curled in a sadistic snarl. He flexed his big muscles as he; stared down at me. He gripped his ramrod and pushed it down so that the moist, blunt dick-head was pointing at my face. He was panting in excitement.
He concentrated. He let loose. His dick hole expanded and a steamy yellow stream of hot piss blasted from his full bladder. The hot pungent fluid sprayed with hose-like intensity all over my face. The feeling, the taste, the smell, cascaded over me I cried out in wild, wanton delight, yawning my mouth open, closing my eyes, moaning and shuddering in exquisite delight as I gulped down the hot pungent piss. I choked on it, but I loved it. He splashed the steady stream of urine up and down my naked body. He stared at me with wild excitement.
"Drink it, slut!" Bud Ramshaw muttered thickly, his dark brown eyes blazing like coals. "Drink my hot man piss!"
I lay in the tub, gagging and coughing as the yellow stream of urine splashed all over my face, spraying into my mouth, filling it with the smoky, salty taste of piss.
He whipped his big greasy pecker up and down, splattering my naked body with it, and I was going wild with illicit pleasure. I moaned and puckered my rosy red lips, my coral pink tongue darting back and forth, eager for his potent spray.
It kept on coming, in a steady, pungent stream. I gulped down what seemed like gallons of the pungent stuff. My naked, voluptuous body was drenched with the sticky, salty solution. I was quivering with exquisite pleasure.
He groaned, dropping suddenly down, his knees on either side of my waist. He gripped the back of my head, hauling it up, shoving his still-spurting penis into my mouth, pissing right down my throat. Twin streams of yellow fluid oozed out of the corners of my mouth as I struggled to swallow it as fast as it squirted from his bladder.
Finally, the big stud had emptied his bladder of piss. I sucked on his half-hard cock, milking out the last few droplets of yellow urine, feeling like a total slut. He eased back, his big horse-cock popping out of my mouth.
He scrambled off of me, lying on his side on the tiled floor of the round sunken tub. He bent close to my face, and whispered hoarsely, "Do you have to piss, honey?"
I looked at him in amazement. His dark eyes were hot with lust. I said shakily, "I I think so ...
He made a sharp intake of breath, his big, muscled body aquiver with illicit excitement. He rolled over on his back on the floor of the tub. He said hoarsely, "Get up and put your pussy against my face. I want you to piss on me too!! "
His command sent a wave of wild excitement shooting through me. I was quick to obey. I scrambled up, straddling his muscular chest, my knees on either side of his burly neck. He clenched the high, sweet cheeks of his ass, lifting his handsome, flushed face, yawning his mouth open eagerly, a couple of inches away from my pink, hot, wet pussy.
I pissed. It was a glorious, naughty sensation. I watched with amazement and mounting excitement as my spurting piss splashed all over Bud's grimacing, moaning face. He shuddered and gasped, his fingers digging convulsively into my ass cheeks, my urine dripping arid running all over his face, but mostly squirting right into his mouth.
He thrust out his long, red tongue, letting the yellow stream splash right over it, lapping at my sticky pink vaginal tissue as I peed on him. When I was finished, he was panting and trembling with excitement, smacking his lips, licking them, moaning in near-delirious pleasure.
He gripped my waist, pushing me down on his sweat-slickened body. He panted hoarsely, "Sit on it, baby! Sit on Bud's huge cock!"
I was only too willing to oblige. I raised myself up above the towering column of stiff flesh and gristle, reaching down and gripping it, holding it steady as I lowered myself upon it.
My head jerked back and I uttered a shrill, sobbing cry of ecstasy as I felt his fat, slickened dick shaft plunge upward, spreading my cunt wide, rammirg up to the balls deep inside of me.
I sobbed, rocking back and forth, my legs gripping at his slender sides, my hot, bloated cuntal lips milking wetly around the base of his stiff boner. I could feel the huge prick churning and twitching deep in my cunt, pressing almost painfully against my dimpled cervix.
He was so big, so hard! Ambrose's cock was two inches shorter and a lot less thick. I had forgotten what a difference it made to have a cock as big as Bud's thrust all the way up inside of me The sensations were much, much more intense. I sobbed in pleasure, whipping my red tresses from side to side.
I planted my hands on his muscled chest, gripping his pecs as I lifted and dropped my lower body on his cock, riding it like a bucking broncho, shrieking and sobbing with delight, rocking from side to side.
"Oh, yeah, baby, take my big thick cock up that tight hot pussy! Uh huh! That's the way, baby! Oh, YEAAAH!" he panted thickly.
He was hunching upward with hi? hips, sliding his big barbed lance fast and hard in and out of my sopping, clenching vagina. His hands came up and closed around the big, jiggling spheres of my breasts, kneading and massaging them till the plump white flesh oozed between his knuckles.
I felt pleasure blaze in my middle. I arched my back, wriggling and bouncing on his lap in a frenzy of wild, womanly ecstasy, sobs and moans escaping from my fluttering pink lips.
"AAAAHM AAAAAHM AAAAH I" I squealed breathlessly. "Y-YEEESI! G-GOOOOODI! MM MM!! I I'M G-G-ONKA C-C-CUUUUM!! YEEIS!! OH GOD, YEEEr I SI! I'M CUUUUUMING!! "
I dropped down on his big pumping ramrod one last time as white hot sensation blazed up within me, scorching through my nerve endings, exploding behind my sex-dazzled eyes. I came and came and came, more gloriously than I had come in years. My love lotion spilled and splashed from my womb, my sticky cuntal muscles grasped and milked violently around Bud Ramshaw's ten inch phallus. I nearly passed out with passion.
"Yeah, baby, I feel you comin'! I feel your hot twat comin' around my thick dick!" Bud panted thickly, gripping me by the middle and rocking from side to side, churning his horse-meat in my cuntal depths.
He rolled us over so that he was lying on top of me. He gripped my legs beneath the knees, pushing them forward, hooking my ankles over his broad shoulders, planting his hands on the cold black and gold tiles on either side of my breasts, heaving himself into a push-ups position.
Staring down into my flushed, piss-splashed face, he began to pump with savage, bestial thrusts, hoarse grunts spraying from between his clenched white teeth, his big muscles bulging and relaxing rhythmically.
Each time he pumped forward with his tight sweaty ass, my body jerked and my breath was nearly knocked from my lungs. I was whimpering and gasping, feeling totally out of control. I was riding on endless, crashing waves of searing sensation. Orgasms kept on flowering and bursting within me, again and again. I couldn't get enough of his huge cock. I was achieving ecstasy so intense I was nearly going insane. My nails raked at his broad back. I sobbed in joy. I sucked on his thick, swarming tongue when he bent down and kissed me, still fucking me relentlessly.
He backed out of me suddenly, his big, dripping lance popping moistly from the gaping lips of my bloated red pussy and snapping up against his stomach. He reached down with one hand, fisting his sex tool, and pushed it up between the creamy cheeks of my upturned ass.
I gave a low sob, biting nervously on my lower lip, half-closing my eyes, as I felt the sticky knob of his big dick punch against the quivering maw of my tight bunghole.
"Yeah, baby!" he said softly. "I want to feel your hot tight ass suckin' at my prick, too! I want it all!"
He grunted, hunching forward, punching his mammoth meat up into my furnace-hot glove-like guts. A fireball of erotic heat blasted through my bowels as his huge greasy cock knifed up violently inside of me, stretching my ass-hole barbarically till it was milking around the base of his dick and his wiry pubes were mashing against my tush.
"Oh YEAH!! Yeah, bitch, that's tight and hot! So fuckin' tight and hot!" he muttered hoarsely.
I was sobbing and moaning in passion. He started to sodomize me, hard and fast. His big body jackknifed furiously, hunching back and forth. His hefty sex tool squelched back till only the knob was encased by my tight rectum, and then, he rammed forward again, thrusting it all the way up inside of me.
He was panting hard. His face was red with passion. Beads of sweat glistened on his hard, flexing chest. Hoarse grunts and moans sprayed from between his grimacing lips and the tendons on his neck contracted as he exerted himself.
The sound of hot, colliding flesh echoed through the lavish bathroom, and I gave little breathless screams and moans. I reached down, playing with my pussy, strumming my clitoris and sticking two fingers up my dripping twat as I clenched at his stroking sex tool with my ass-hole.
"Oh SHIT baby! UNGHM UNGH!! UNGH!! Y-YEAAAAHM I'M GONNA DO IT!! I'M GONNA FUCKIN' SHOOT IT!" he roared thickly.
He redoubled his efforts, hammering into me with brute force. Sledgehammer blasts of heat and pleasure ripped through me as that mighty member rammed in and out of me with brute force. I screamed as I, too, climaxed again, my pussy convulsing and oozing, my guts milking frantically around his hard, pulsing shaft.
His head snapped back. He roared in bestial pleasure, saliva flecking the corners of his mouth, his eyes rolling back into his head. He shuddered, ramming forward one last time, burying all ten inches of his hefty donkey dick up to the gonads deep within my guts.
I sobbed in joy as I felt him come. He spurted hot, thick gobs of jism deep in my bowels. Again and again his pungent seed blasted up his fuck tubes and sprayed like a geyser inside of me.
He shuddered and groaned in animalistic, masculine pleasure as my wet, clutching rectal passage milked the juice from his balls.
"Awwwww ... Ooooh b-baby ... Oh b-baby ... So good ... So fuckin' good ... " he gasped in a hoarse, strangled voice as he shot again and again.
We lay there, side by side on the tiled floor of the sunken tub, gasping for breath, feeling deliciously sated by our wild and lusty sex bout. The hot, pungent scent of sex, sweat and piss coiled in our flaring nostrils. Bud rolled over on his side, caressing my sticky, warm body, gently kissing my lips.
He grinned at me and said huskily, "Let's take a bath."
I giggled and nodded, sitting up and turning on the gold dolphin spigots. The water came blasting into the tub full force, slowly filling up around us. I picked up a tall, fluted bottle of bubble bath powder on the built-in shelf in the wall, pouring a liberal amount into the roiling water till big sudsy bubbles erupted around us like sea foam.
We laughed and tussled playfully in the soapy water, kissing and caressing, washing one another with a washcloth, behaving like frolicking children. I turned the water off when the tub was quite full. It. was like being in a pool; we were submerged to our necks.
We embraced in the water, our slippery young bodies cleaving together. I wrapped my arms around his strong neck, tilting my head back, raining his handsome face with hot kisses.
I babbled suddenly in a little whisper, "Oh Bud, I love you, I love you, I love you!" Then abruptly, the reality of the situation loomed up in both of our minds. I pulled back from him a little, my hands still twined around his neck. His hands were on my breasts beneath the water. We were wreathed in soap bubbles. We were staring gravely into one another's eyes.
A sound caught our attention; a hoarse gasp from the doorway. We turned and stared in the direction of the disturbance. Standing there, her face ashen with shock and indignation, was Millicent Huxley.
She was dressed in the long, expensive burgundy dress she had had made for the wedding. Her steel gray hair was pulled back in a severe bun at the back of her head.
In her gloved hands, she was clutching my bridal veil. She had come to my room, apparently, to help dress me for the ceremony. The three of us froze, paralyzed, staring at one another, for a few seconds.
Then, she turned abruptly, staggering out of the room, letting the veil drop. It fluttered to the bathroom floor like a forgotten tumbleweed. We heard the door to my bedroom slam shut and the sound of poor Millicent Huxley running down the hall to her own boudoir.
Bud and I looked at each other in dismay. And then, our mouths twitched. We started to laugh. We laughed so hard I thought my sides would split. Gasping for breath. Bud said weakly, "Well, so much for the wedding, Elvira."
"Poor Ambrose!" I sighed, trying not to laugh.
"Poor Millicent!" Bud chimed in.
We broke out laughing again. Finally, we were able to control ourselves. We got out of the tub, toweling off, and went into the adjoining room. As we got dressed, I said softly to Bud, "Well, Bud, what are we going to do?'
He looked at me, and said softly, "Well, Elvira. I don't have the Huxley fortune. And my reputation isn't exactly spotless. But then, neither is yours. I think we're made for each other. I mean, we've both got so many skeletons in the closet it doesn't matter if they accumulate one or two more. I think we ought to get married!"
I smiled at him and nodded. "I think so too. Bud," I said.
I threw a few things into my small valise. I took care not to take any of the expensive things Ambrose had given me; I left all the jewelry on the dresser and the clothes in the closet.
I also left a small perfumed note pinned to the pillow on my bed. It read: "Dear, dear Ambrose: I don't know if you'll ever be able to forgive me. I wouldn't blame you if you never want to see or hear from me again. But I have to do what's right, and I think this is right for both of us. We were crazy to get involved so quickly. I was starved for affection. I wasn't thinking properly. Now, I think I've found what I'm looking for. I may be making the biggest mistake in my life. If so, I accept full responsibility. You may not believe this, but I still love you in my own special way. You're a wonderful man, and you won't have any trouble finding a girl much better than me to be your wife. Much love, yours sincerely, Elvira."
Hand in hand, Bud Ramshaw and I walked down the spiral staircase and out of the big mansion. Bud's battered Toyota Corola was parked in the gravel-strewn driveway. As we pulled away from the house, I caught a glimpse of Millicent Huxley through the curtains of an upstairs window. If looks could kill, I wouldn't be here today.
I guess I was very callous in my treatment of Ambrose. I don't know. But something had happened between Bud and I, something undeniably right. The chemistry was there. And our life together has been dynamite. We're not faithful in the conventional sense. We delight in orgies. And both of us are very into water sports. I don't know why, but pissing on one another, and getting pissed on by others, excites Bud and I more than just about anything else ...
BREAST AND BODY TORTURE
"All right, you little French bitch! You ain't gonna act so high and mighty now! That's for fuckin' sure!" Sergeant Rochestor snarled thickly.
I was making hoarse moaning sounds through the gag which filled my mouth. My violet eyes were wide with shock. The ropes which twined so tightly around my body and wrists and ankles were biting cruelly into my flesh.
My big, thrusting breasts were strangled by the hemp ropes, bloating forward like over-filled water balloons. The strawberry red. silver dollar sized nipples were swollen and erect.
I watched in terror as the ruthless, crazed G.I. brought the lighter closer and closer to my throbbing nipple. The tear of flame flickered in front of my nipple, and I could already feel the heat.
I was tossing my long platinum tresses from side to side, trying to scream to beg, to plead with him not to do this awful thing to me. But it was all in vain ...
Torture and sexuality have been entwined through the ages. During the Dark Ages, the Spanish Inquisition invented some of the most barbaric means of eliciting confessions from the unhappy victims of its scourge. Many of these tortures were intrinsically sexual, involving the application of pain to the sexual organs.
Certain debauched persons indulged themselves in sadistic practices to achieve sexual satisfaction. This tendency can be traced back to the time of Caligula in ancient Rome, and to Attila the Hun.
But perhaps the most significant historical figure in the establishment of sadomasochism as a perverse means of sexual expression was the man who lent sadism its name; the notorious Marquis de Sade. In his shocking novels, the degenerate Frenchman detailed every form of debauchery imaginable, taking a particular delight in those involving pain and subjugation. His writings have colored and influenced the shape of sexual fantasy ever since.
Sadism is inspired by deep-seated feelings of insecurity and self-doubt. Fear and trauma within an aggressive human being is sometimes turned outward and directed irrationally towards others. Sadists inflict pain on others in order to exorcise subconscious fears and feelings of inadequacy.
In times of war, when the normal social sphere is ripped apart, when chaos reigns, when one's ideas about the nature of things are turned topsy-turvy, abnormal behavior becomes rampant. During these times, in war-torn areas, sadistic behavior becomes common place. In fact, it can be called a fiber indelibly sewn into the very concept of warfare.
In the following pages, a French nurse graphically details a horrific situation which almost spontaneously occurred in Vietnam fifteen years ago, a situation which shockingly illustrates the truth of the maxim that sadism is often produced by war.
Monique Delon wrote this totally explicit memoir in her personal journal in French months after it was over. She did not intend it for publication. After she committed suicide in 1977, the memoir surfaced and was published in France, where it caused quite a stir.
Now, for the first time, translated into English, Monique's story can finally be perused by American readers ...
Chaos. Heat. Yes, I remember the heat. It surrounded me like a wet, fluttering rug. I was crouched down in the wooden shack, leaning against the wall, my hands over my ears, my face resting between my knees. But I couldn't t block out the deafening explosions, the staccato bursts of gunfire, the frantic shouts. The ground heaved and rumbled beneath me as mortar shells exploded thirty yards from the shack. I felt as though I were caught in the eye of a cyclone. Memories rushed and shuddered around me, like in a nightmare. I felt the clammy hand of death brushing against me. I was too terrified to move or speak.
The windows of the crude shack which had been fashioned into a make-shift hospital for G.l.s were all blown out. The interior of the room was in shambles. Thank God they had taken the patients out by helicopter to Saigon two days earlier. Now, there was only me, and
Sergeant Blade Rochester, and a squad of ten soldiers. Doctor Ambrewster had been killed the day before after stepping on a landmine.
Why were we still there? Why had they asked us to remain, even though they knew the Viet Cong were swarming through the vicinity? Why had I been such a fool to volunteer to remain when the other nurses had been flown safely back to civilization? These and other desperate, futile questions rushed through my paralyzed mind.
The sounds began to ebb. It was like the fourteenth of July, Bastille Day, in Paris. A sudden cacophony of fireworks which erupt and deafen for several minutes, and then taper off to a few desultory blasts for the next few hours.
Finally, silence reigned. Bullets no longer came whistling and ricocheting through the windows, shattering bottles of medicine, punching holes in the rotting wood. Explosions no longer rocked the foundation of the shack.
I heard the frantic scurrying of booted feet approach. A chill caught my heart. Was it the Cong? But no, the door flew open and Sergeant Rochester came charging into the room.
His khaki shirt was torn and bloody and sweat-soaked. His rugged features were dark and moist. His gray eyes were like glazed marbles. He was panting hard, clutching a still smoldering M-15 rifle.
"Come on! Quickly!" he shouted at me, snarling, saliva frothing his lips. His strong jaw and cheeks were stubbly with beard growth. He looked more animal than human.
Somehow, I got to my feet, stumbling towards him. He grabbed my arm. His grip was like steel. He jerked me roughly through the open doorway. Then we were running through the rice field. The muddy earth sucked at my feet. One of my shoes came off. I tripped, and he half-dragged me till I managed to get to my feet again.
The beauty of Vietnam was like an ugly joke when juxtaposed with all the violence and horror which blossomed up around us like fetid toadstools. I have never seen so many shades of green. The jungles, the tangled lianas, the swaying palms, all seem to mesh and blend and sway like mingled paints on a palette.
He dragged me through the underbrush. Trees and bushes surrounded us, branches whipping at our faces, tearing our clothes, scratching our flesh. I screamed when I brushed against the slimy coils of a green snake wrapped sinuously around a low branch of a tree.
Cursing sourly beneath his breath, Blade yanked me against his chest and slapped me hard across the face, bringing stars to my eyes. He clenched his strong hand across my mouth, hissing in my ear, "Shut up, you little fool! Do you want us to be killed?"
Then we were running again. I don't know how long, we ran, or how far. I just know I was exhausted when we emerged into a clearing leading up to several sloping hills.
We climbed the embankment of one hill and went down into the valley where there was a brown, sluggish stream. On the other side of the stream was the scorched remnants of a village. It had been pillaged and leveled by either their side or ours. It didn't matter anymore, somehow.
In the side of the hill, walled by clumps of green underbrush, was the gaping entrance to a hidden cave. The sergeant dragged me inside of it. It was cool and dank and dark. The ground was wet and hard. We stumbled along through the dark. It wound abruptly to the right.
I saw light up ahead. It was a torch. We came up to it, and I recognized two soldiers, huddled against a wall, sitting on a crude wooden bench, their rifles trained on us, tense with nervous anticipation.
On the floor beside them was a crumpled body. As Blade and I drew near, I saw that the limp body was that of a young girl. A Vietnamese girl. She was wearing the rough brown tunic and black 'pajama' pants most Vietnamese peasants wore. Her hands were tied behind her back, and she was either dead or unconscious. Hers was the face of a child. Having been in Vietnam long enough to know its people, I guessed she was about sixteen. But she looked twelve; petite, willowy, almost frail. Her face, an oval with dainty features framed by strands of blue black hair, was incredibly lovely in the flickering torch-light.
"Put down those guns, you dumb asses!" Blade snarled. "They ain't gonna find us here! And if they do, we gotta use knives! No sense in attracting attention with gun shots!'-
His hand was still clenched around my wrist. He looked at me, and I saw the flicker of emotion in his slate gray eyes as they moved down to my breasts. I glanced down and blushed. My white blouse had been ripped wide open, and my right breast was fully exposed. The full, thrusting globe of resilient flesh looked lustrous in the firelight, the rosy nipple ripe and erect.
I pulled my hand away from him and drew the torn segments of my blouse together. I walked over to the girl and knelt down. I touched her face. It was warm. She moaned and stirred. Her eyes opened and glinted with fright. She rolled over on her back, looking wildly from the soldiers to me and back again.
She started babbling something in Vietnamese. I had picked up some of the language, and I figured out that she was saying that she was not the Cong, that she was a South Vietnamese peasant, and on our side.
But before I could translate. Blade strode forward, uttering a surly curse, squatting down and grabbing her by the head, jerking her head back viciously. He had drawn his knife with his other hand and he pushed the blade savagely up against her slender neck.
"Shut up, you fuckin' gook, or I'll cut your fuckin' head clean off!" he snarled.
The girl whimpered, but clammed up immediately. She didn't speak English, but she got the drift of what he was saying pretty quickly.
"Hell, we shoulda just shot her in the first place!" Turk Cuccarelli snarled.
I stared at the soldiers in growing alarm. There was a viciousness, a savagery, in the air which was quite palpable, all of it centering on this helpless girl. I saw the three men as if for the first time.
Blade Rochester' was a big man of thirty. He was very tall, six foot three, and weighed about two hundred and sixty pounds. He was very well-built, with a big, muscular body of which he was very proud. like most of the other soldiers, he had flirted rather flagrantly with me ever since I had been assigned to the unit.
He was rather handsome, in a crude sort of way. He had a strong face, with gray eyes, a firm mouth, and short-cropped reddish brown hair. His shirt, which was unbuttoned, revealed the heavy musculature of his chest, which was covered with thick tangled coils of sweaty hair.
Corporal Turk Cuccarelli was a beefy Italian-American only slightly smaller than the sergeant. Turk was twenty-eight. He was six two, two hundred and fifty pounds. He was built like an ox, with wide shoulders, a brawny chest, and long, powerful legs. His hair and eyes were dark brown, and he had scowling brows and a sulky full-lipped mouth.
The third G.I. was a muscular black man in his early twenties, called Hawk, though I think his full name was Bruno Hawkins. He was six-one, two hundred pounds, very strong, very muscular, and the color of dark polished wood.
All three were large and powerful men. I had been attracted to them, and they had certainly been attracted to me, but I took my job as nurse seriously and refrained from indulging in sexual activity with any of the soldiers. They had propositioned me rather brazenly, and Suzie, Naomi and Paula, the other nurses, had, I knew, given in to the lusty soldiers' advances. I had adamantly refused, however, and there had been a little resentment leveled at me because of this. I knew that they called me a 'cold bitch' and they often referred to me as the 'Ice Maiden.'
Now, as Blade crouched in front of the girl, I saw a slow, ugly grin spread across his sweaty face. He moistened his lips, looking around at his buddies.
"Yeah, but that would have been a waste, wouldn't it?" he drawled. "Look at her. She's pretty. She's fuckin' pretty. Shit, most of these gook dames is all shriveled up with black teeth and diseases growin' all over 'em. This girl's damn nice to look at, and young, too. I bet she's got a tight little twat! I bet she's a good fuck!"
My senses reeled in horror when I heard this and listened to he other two soldiers chuckle coarsely in approval. Blade gripped the front of her loose-fitting blouse and jerked on it. There was the rending sound of ripping material as he tore the garment right off of her.
She had a slender, almost boyish body. Her breasts were small jutting cones, a tawny hue, with rosy, puckered nipples. Her waist was incredibly slender. Blade roughly grabbed hold of her pants and ripped them down and off. She gave a little whimper, but did not resist, trembling in fear.
She had slender, shapely legs and slim hips. Between her legs, her pussy was a lambent triangle of puckered pink flesh, very lightly tufted with silken black hairs.
"Yeah! Take a gander at them hot little boobies!" Hank muttered thickly, crawling forward, his dark eyes blazing with excitement.
Blade grunted, reaching down and snapping his forefingers and thumbs around her rosy, rivet-like nipples. He squeezed, applying steady pressure, twirling the rubbery rivets around between his fingers. He squeezed harder, digging his thumbnails into her aching red flesh. Her pretty face contorted in pain and she gave a shrill, agonized cry, her back arching. He growled in bestial pleasure, his ace twisted in an expression of ugly, sadistic passion. He twisted on her nipples hard, and she screamed again. He drew back his hand and slapped her viciously back and forth across the face.
"Good God, what are you DOING?" I cried, finding my voice.
I darted forward, quivering with anger, shoving Blade hard. He was knocked off balance and sprawled on the floor. I dropped down beside the girl, gathering against me, my narrowed violet eyes blazing with murderous anger.
Turk and Hawk scowled sullenly, but looked as though they would have backed off. But I had made a mistake. A grave mistake. I had insulted Blade Rochester's masculinity. I had knocked him over. I had humiliated him before his men.
He scrambled up, his rugged features twisted in savage fury. With a bestial snarl, he lunged forward, grabbing me by the hair, dragging me to my feet. He jerked my head back and slapped me hard across the face.
I screamed and struggled, jerking up my leg and kneeing him in the groin hard. His eyes bulged and he made a hoarse, whooshing sound, doubling up. As I jerked away, he lunged again, locking his arm around my neck, jerking me back hard against his chest, applying pressure till I couldn't breathe.
"You fuckin' little French cunt! What're you, some kind of a fuckin' lesbian? You cold bitch, nobody pushes me around like that! NOBODY!" he snarled in my ear.
I was gurgling and gasping for breath. My eyes bulged. My mouth was open as I tried to make sounds. I saw spots before my eyes and the luridly lit interior of the cavern whirled around me and darkened. I dropped into a dead faint.
I slowly came to. I heard hoarse, grunting noises and muffled whimpers. I blinked my eyes open. I tried to move. To my horror, I found that my hands were tied securely behind my back. Rope bit deeply into my wrists, and also into my ankles.
Also, there was a rope crisscrossing my middle, slicing into and lifting my full ripe breasts. I was naked! Stark naked! I tried to speak, and found that a thick gag of cloth had been shoved into my mouth and tied there. I jerked my head around, staring wildly about me.
The Vietnamese girl was on her knees on the ground, naked, her hands tied behind her back. Her coral pink lips were bloated into a huge 'O', and they were sucking around a thick shaft of dark brown meat which erupted from a kinky mass of pubic hairs between Hawk's black thighs.
The Negro soldier stood above her, grunting in pleasure, naked from the waist down. His strong hands were clenched around the back of her head, and he was brutally shoving her head up and down on his monstrous black manhood. His dangling brown testicles were whacking up moistly against her chin. Tears stained her cheeks, and she was making hoarse gagging sounds as his huge cock pumped brutally in and out of her narrow gullet. Her nostrils flared as she desperately inhaled air through them whenever he backed out of her throat.
Turk Cuccarelli was kneeling behind her. He was buck naked. His brawny chest was sweaty and muscular and covered thickly with dark ringlets of hair. From between his massive legs rose a stupendous shaft of manhood; ten stiff inches of pulsing American penis with a bloated, rubbery cock knob.
He was pumping on it with one hand. With his other, he was feeling and playing with the young girl's hot little cunny. He was shoving three fingers in and out of her twat.
She was moaning and shuddering, in the throes of mingled pain and ecstasy, fear and passion. Turk licked his lips hungrily, pulling his fingers out of her with a moist sucking sound.
He fisted his huge member, pushing it downward till it was punching against the buttery folds of her pussy. He clamped his big, beefy hands around her narrow waist, gripping her hard.
With a savage grunt, he heaved his hairy ass forward, dragging her narrow body back against him hard. His monstrous manhood ripped up into her narrow, tender vagina. I saw her eyes bulge and glaze over as white hot pain ripped through her lower body.
Turk gave a hoarse groan of pleasure as all ten inches of is thick, hard meat were encompassed by he tight wet slickness of er girlish snatch. He rocked from side to side. churning his heavy member in her violated vagina, and then began to pump with savage, hard thrusts.
His big dick skewered her repeatedly, making her squirming body jerk forward. At the same time, Hawk rammed forward with his black ass, shoving his hefty Negroid phallus down her throat again and again.
You could tell she was in intense pain, that she was no longer thinking rationally that she was riding on a sea of wild, delirious sensation. Turk pounded into her pussy fast and hard, grunting like a bull.
I felt sick with horror, but also, a twinge of desire flushed through me as I stared at those two big male brutes and their massive masculine equipment.
I heard a sound on the other side of me and turned to see Blade Rochester, leering down at me. He was naked, and his cock thrust up in front of him, larger, thicker, longer than the pricks on the other soldiers. And his hot gray eyes were blazing with savage, sadistic lust ...
"Now, you fuckin' little cunt, you gonna learn who's boss around here," Sergeant Rochestor snarled.
He knelt down beside me, panting with lust, a savage grin twisting his crudely handsome features. He reached out, clamping his strong, sweaty hands around the jutting globes of my translucent white breasts.
He grunted as he squeezed them, kneading the pliant flesh between his fingers, rubbing them together, scraping his thumbs across the nipples. In spite of myself, I felt little flames of pleasure tickle through my throbbing nipples, darting down to my loins.
Blade snapped his forefingers and thumbs around my erect, eraser-like nipples, pinching hard, rolling the rivets of flesh between his cuticles. He growled and pinched harder, applying steady pressure, his ice gray eyes burning into me, watching the expressions on my face.
I felt his nails bite into the tender fingers of flesh, and as he pinched down hard, tearing and twisting at the tender nubbins, white hot pain seared through my breasts.
I gave a muffled cry, writhing and struggling feebly, trying to get away from him. But I was trussed up and rendered totally helpless.
"Yeah, hot baby! Hurts, don't it? Feel that pain, bitch! Feel my masculine power!" he hissed close to my face. "You beautiful bitch! I'm gonna make you squirm!"
He released my throbbing nipples, running his hands down my slender sides to my thighs. He cupped his fingers around my hot, 'V shaped snatch and squeezed it brutally, shoving three thick fingers up into my tight wet twat. I gurgled in mingled pain and pleasure, my violet eyes bulging, my face changing color several times.
"Oh, yeah, French cunt, that's a hot little wet pussy you got!" he whispered hoarsely. He bent down, mouthing one of my breasts. drooling on it. He growled as he sucked his strong lips around my right tit, taking as much of it into his mouth as he possibly could, his cheeks hollowing as he milked it.
Then, he chomped down on it, hard. His strong teeth bit into the tender flesh, and he worried at it furiously like a dog at a bone. Needles of pain stung through my breast. Tears sparkled in my eyes. I was making horrible screaming sounds through the gritty gag, desperately struggling. His hot, thick, calloused fingers were jerking in and out of my tender, sticky vaginal tunnel, scraping at the velvety walls cruelly. He was biting on my breast, leaving angry red tooth marks. He panted and moved on over to the other knocker, chomping down on it hard. My back arched and I again struggled and squawked in agony.
Meanwhile, the poor little Vietnamese girl was being worked over savagely by the other two soldiers. She was lying on her side now. Hawk's huge, thick black cock was punching in and out of her pussy fast and hard. Turk Cuccarelli was on the other side of her, and he had just shoved his big thick Italian pecker up her tight tender ass-hole.
The two thick G.I. cocks were spearing vigorously in and out of the slender Vietnamese girl's orifices at the same time, sandwiching her tied up, squirming little body between their muscular, hairy physiques. The lurid sound of hot, sweaty flesh smacking together was punctuated by guttural grunts and groans as the bestial studs mated savagely with their pain-stricken captive.
Turk had stuffed his sweaty jock strap into the girl's mouth, and had used Hawk's jock to tie it in place. Her pretty face was grimacing, her dark, tear-streaked eyes rolling back in her head as she shuddered and sobbed as she got fucked up the pussy and ass at the same time.
Blade stopped chewing on my breasts. He was panting with sadistic passion. He stood up abruptly. He grabbed me my the hair and dragged me bodily across the floor of the cave to a spot where a line of rotting orange crates formed a makeshift bench.
He pushed me down across the crates, so that my breasts were pressed down against the rough wood, my shapely tush jutting up in the air. He stood there for a few minutes, his fingers still tangled in my platinum blonde tresses, his other hand slowly stroking up and down the length of his enormous eleven inch penis. His burning gray eyes drank in the sight of the double rape going on not three yards away.
"Oh YEAH!! Tight fuckin' pussy, man! Tight fuckin' PUSSY!" Hawk was panting hoarsely, his crude Negroid lips grimacing in bestial excitement.
His hulking, muscle-bound black body jerked back and forth furiously as he fucked brutally in and out of the Oriental damsel's bloated, "O" shaped twat, his heavy brown testicles swinging up between her legs and smacking against Turk Cuccarelli's.
"Oh MAN! I'm gonna shoot it, man! I'm gonna fuckin' shoot it up this wet gook pussy!" Hawk muttered hoarsely.
His strong hands crushed around the swollen mounds of the girl's budding breasts. His back arched. He humped forward hard, stroking his stiff black manhood up to the balls deep inside of her, holding it there, his body tense and quivering.
He gave a strangled groan as he began to come, his thick black dick pulsing and squirting deep inside of her violated womb. Turk Cuccarelli was sodomizing her fast and hard, licking at her ear, gripping her hips as he brutally pounded his pecker in and out of his barbarically stretched bunghole.
When Hawk pulled his big, dripping black dick out of the girl's aching, oozing cunt with a moist popping sound, Blade Rochestor said hoarsely, "Get on over here, Hawk, and hold this French wench down while I flay her derriere!"
The brawny Negro grinned wolfishly, displaying big rows of even white teeth. His dark eyes looked like hot marbles. He strode forward, his massive, muscled physique gleaming with sweat like polished mahogany. He knelt down next to me, putting a long arm over my back, gripping me firmly about the shoulders, pinning me down on the rough wooden crates.
I was desperately trying to talk through the gag, looking up pleadingly into Hawk's eyes, tears streaking my flushed cheeks. But the thick gag completely filled my mouth and I could only make hoarse gurgling noises like a dying beast.
Blade Rochester got up, his hefty fuck pole sticking up in the air at a forty-five degree angle. He strode over to where his clothes had been discarded and drew his thick leather belt through its loops, winding it once around his big, ham-like hand, clenching hold of the buckle. His gray eyes were burning diabolically as they seared into the high, dimpled cheeks of my unblemished, lily white ass.
He chuckled savagely, flexing his big, sweaty muscles. He drew back his arm, bracing himself, and brought the belt down. It whistled through he air in a lethal arc, snaking smartly across my upturned, dissected buttocks, biting savagely into the tender flesh with a loud report. My body jerked forward, an instant red welt erupting on my skin. Red hot pain seared through my buns. Spots flashed before my eyes. I gave a strangled gasp of shock, my senses reeling.
He shuddered, feeling the blow resonate along his brawny forearm. He drew back the belt again and grunted as he brought it down, crisscrossing the first mark with a second. This time, the white hot agony which seared through me made me scream hoarsely and start to struggle. But it was in vain. Hawk's strong black arm pinned me down. The hemp ropes were digging cruelly into my flesh, binding my wrists and ankles together. There was absolutely nothing I could do.
He turned into something of a madman, snorting and grunting as he savagely lashed my fiery ass cheeks again and again. The hot leather belt lashed and licked around my aching white flesh, snaking up between my legs and cruelly ripping at the tender folds of my pussy.
My buns were turned into a scalding mass of angry red welts as he flayed my naked ass savagely till his arm grew tired. My face was contorted in agony. My mind was dimming. Everything seemed to reel and converge behind my tear-dazzled eyes. The pain was like a living thing inside of me, scorching throughout my nerve endings, accelerating the flow of my adrenalin.
Somehow, it mingled and merged with a bizarre, dark flush of passion. My hot pussy was grinding painfully against the wooden side of the orange crate. It was twitching, dripping. Heat flushed through my loins each time the leather belt bit deeply into my ass. My cunt spasmed, love juice flowing copiously from my womb. I was sinking into a near-hallucinatory state of hysterical sensation. I was no longer thinking rationally. I was flowing and churning in a whirlpool of raging intense sensation.
Abruptly, the blows stopped. Blade stood there, panting hoarsely, his big body dripping with sweat. He let the belt drop from his hand. It coiled on the floor like a hot dead snake. His rock-hard pecker jerked and twitched in the air, oozing a glistening droplet of pre-come.
Turk Cuccarelli had pulled his big prick out of the Vietnamese girl's ass-hole. He flipped her over on her back, pushing her legs forward till her knees almost touched her breasts, heaving his big, hairy body on top of her.
He began to savagely pump his big twitching man-meat in and out of her gaping, oozing pussy. It squelched rapidly in and out of the oozing opening like a well-greased piston. Her tortured young body jerked forward beneath his savage thrusts. I could hear the lewd slapping of his low-hanging, sweaty balls as they whipped up and collided with her tush cheeks.
"Turn her over, man," Blade Rochestor croaked hoarsely.
Hawk grunted and complied, flipping me over on my back on the crates. I was shuddering and twitching. My ass felt as though it were on fire. I was weak and dizzy. My hot wet pussy was spasming with unwitting desire.
Blade came over and crouched down beside the crates, grasping me by the waist, tugging me into a sitting position. He was grinning savagely. He held something silver in his sweaty right hand.
It was a lighter. His gray eyes were burning with maniacal, sadistic passion. Hawk moved around behind me, his hands going around me, squeezing and lifting my tits as he licked and sucked on my ear, whispering hoarse, crude things to me.
Blade lifted the lighter, waving it slowly back and forth before my startled violet eyes. He flicked it open and the bright yellow flame burst up into the air. I felt its heat on my cheek.
Slowly, he brought it down till it was parallel with my throbbing, rope-tortured breasts. I gave a choked sob of horror when I realized what it was he was planning to do.
"All right, you little French bitch! You ain't gonna act so high and mighty now! That's for fuckin' sure!" Sergeant Rochestor snarled thickly.
I was making hoarse moaning sounds through the gag which filled my mouth. My violet eyes were wide with shock. The ropes which twined so tightly around my body and wrists and ankles were biting cruelly into my flesh.
My big, thrusting breasts were strangled by the hemp ropes, bloating forward like over-filled water balloons. The strawberry red, silver dollar sized nipples were swollen and erect.
I watched in terror as the ruthless, crazed G.I. brought the lighter closer and closer to my throbbing right nipple. The tear of flame flickered in front of my nubbin and I could already feel the heat.
I was tossing my long platinum tresses side to side, trying to scream, to beg, to plead with him not to do this awful thing to me. But it was all in vain.
My puckered nipple was erect and tingling, like a rivet of rubbery flesh, a deep rosy hue, still smarting from the manhandling he'd administered to it earlier. I felt the heat of the flame as it flickered half in inch in front of my nipple.
"Yeah, bitch! I'm gonna make you squirm! I'm gonna burn your hot bitch nipples!" he muttered hoarsely.
He pushed the lighter forward and my rosy nubbin was surrounded suddenly by the bluish center of the flame. White hot pain ripped through my breast as my nipple was scorched. I screamed, nearly choking on my gag, whipping my blonde tresses side to side in a delirious frenzy of agony. The scent of scorched flesh filled my flaring nostrils.
Just when the pain bordered on being totally unbearable, he pulled the lighter away from my nipple. It was bloated and red and ached as though still on fire. Chuckling hoarsely, his hairy chest heaving with sadistic excitement, he brought the lighter close to my other nipple, weaving it back and forth in front of it a couple of times before thrusting it forward and scorching the tender nipple.
Again, pain knifed through my upper body and I struggled and screamed. Hawk's sweaty black hands were clenching my big, bobbing boobs, lifting them up for his sergeant to burn. The muscular black guy was sucking and licking at my neck, whispering hoarse, incoherent things in my ear as I writhed in agony.
Blade tossed the lighter aside abruptly, rising to his feet in front of the bench. He reached down, chucking me beneath the chin, tilting my face upward, his dirty fingers cupping my lower face.
"Now, are you gonna do what I say, French bitch? You gonna be a woman for me?" he demanded hoarsely.
What could I do? I nodded furiously. I was willing to do-anything. I was terrified, nearly crazed from the torture to which I had been subjected. And a strange, primeval flame of passive excitement was igniting deep within me. This big brute's power seemed to overwhelm me. I felt weak and helpless at the feet of a titanic, barbaric creature who was dominating me, totally. I was no longer an individual human being. I was a vassal, a slave, a sex object. I was an adjunct of Blade Rochestor's brute, masculine passion.
His rock-hard penis was throbbing up in front of my face, bloated with lust, twitching furiously. His big, meaty balls swung down half-way to his knees, the size of croquet balls, bristling with wiry reddish brown hairs.
He reached down, jerking the gag out of my mouth. I made hoarse gasps and coughing sounds, tears streaking my cheeks. He stroked his thumb across my lower lip. Then, he grabbed up his big, sweaty balls and pushed them forward, rubbing them all over my face.
The pungent scent of hot, unwashed masculinity flooded my nostrils. I whimpered and groaned, feeling desire flood through me
"Lick my balls, baby!" he ordered hoarsely. "Lick ole Blade Rochestor's big, dirty balls!"
I complied with alacrity. My full red lips puckered and kissed the wrinkly scumbag. My coral pink tongue lashed out and slavishly attended to the scum-bloated nuts. I laved at the heavy-hanging testicles, painting them with warm saliva. My tongue swarmed all over them. He growled in pleasure, twisting fingers in my blonde locks, rubbing his balls against my hot, sucking mouth.
I nuzzled my face up beneath the heavy nuts and they sagged down over my nose and lips and mouth as I sucked and licked and kissed the underside of his scrotal sac.
"Yeah, baby, get into that hot masculine ball sac! ' the sergeant rasped hoarsely. "That's good! Now, you're gonna suck this cock! You're gonna suck it good!"
He jerked my head back roughly by the hair, pushing his heavy, sweaty length of cock meat down. He gripped it in his fist, roughly slapping it back and forth across my face, making my cheeks sting. He rubbed the puckered, rosy, mushroom-shaped knob all over my face, smearing it with pre-come.
He poked his fat meat between my moaning red lips and ordered gruffly, "Suck it, cunt! Suck it good!"
I whimpered, but yawned my jaws wide apart, gagging as his heavy horse-cock rammed forward, sliding over the wriggling, satiny trough of my tongue, stuffing my mouth chockfull, battering back against my tonsils.
Tears sprang to my eyes. I made a gurgling sound of protest when his dick-head suddenly clogged the entryway to my throat. My eyes bugged. My senses reeled. His strong hands clamped around the back of my head and he grunted as he shoved me down on his meat, bucking upward with his hips.
"Swallow it, bitch! Swallow that meat, or choke on it!" he snarled.
I shuddered, forcing my gullet to relax. A dark flash of passion tore through me as the gigantic phallus forced its way deeply into my throat, stretching my gullet farther than it had ever been stretched before. My jaws felt as though they were on the verge of snapping. My circled, bloated red lips were suckling at the wrist-thick base of is big, meaty boner. His wrinkly pubic thatch was tickling my nose and chin. His heavy balls were nudging up against my chin.
I could feel his eleven inch pecker twitch and throb heavily deep in my throat. I was dizzy from lack of oxygen. But a primordial wanton pleasure was taking control of me. I was beginning to enjoy the savage subjugation to which I was being exposed.
"Hell, this bitch's got a nice tight hot throat, man!" Blade muttered thickly.
He held my head tightly in both hands and began to heave and buck with his hips. His hairy ass jerked back and forth. His big prick sawed furiously back and forth between my sucking, saliva-frothed lips. My wet pink tongue slithered back and forth all over the underside of his thick, twitching meat. I loved the way his heavy dick pumped in and out of my gaping gullet. I hollowed my cheeks, suckling it furiously, whipping at it with my tongue.
"Yeah!! Oh, yeah that's fuckin' GOOD!" he panted hoarsely, grinning with wolfish excitement, his big muscles rippling.
He glanced over to where Turk Cuccarelli was taking his time fucking the trussed up Vietnamese slut, slowly, brutally pumping his ten inch meal up to the balls in her pussy while he snarled and twisted and pinched at her aching girlish breasts.
"Hey, Cuccarelli, bring that bitch over here and make her lick my balls and ass while this French slut sucks me off!" Rochestor barked hoarsely.
Turk growled reluctantly, pulling out of the
Vietnamese girl, his hefty prick popping out of her juicy twat and smacking up against his hairy belly with a loud slapping sound.
He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her over to where the sergeant was standing in front of me, pumping his prick savagely down my gagging throat. Spit was trickling down my cheeks as I wantonly sucked that big, pungent meat.
Turk tore the soiled jocks out of the moaning Vietnamese girl's mouth and grabbed her by the hair, shoving her face up between Blade's hairy ass cheeks. I guess the girl figured out pretty quickly what was expected of her, because the sergeant grunted and shuddered in pleasure as he felt her wet pink tongue slide up and down his sweaty ass crack, whipping down and flicking at his heavy-hanging balls.
He was slamming it down my throat fast and hard now. I felt his huge cock swelling, thickening, twitching in my throat. His fingers tightened around the back of my my head.
"Take it, slut! Take my hot man spunk! UNGH!! UNGH!! UNGH!! AAAARRGGGH!" he rasped hoarsely.
His head snapped back. He gave a guttural roar of bestial passion. My eyes rounded as I felt his huge phallus explode deep in my throat, pumping thick hot gobs of semen right into my belly.
He jerked back till his spitting penis was lying on my swarming pink tongue, and my cheeks filled out as his sticky, pungent semen fountained into my mouth. The smoky flavor made me shudder with wanton passion and I gulped it down, whimpering like the whore I had become
Blade staggered back, his huge, dripping prick squelching out Of my mouth and slapping up against his stomach. I coughed and gasped for breath, sperm and spit drooling out of the corners of my mouth.
Blade rasped hoarsely, "All right, Turk! Fuck the French bitch! Show her what it feels like to have a thick American G.I. prick rammed up her tight slut pussy!!"
PART FOUR
Turk gave a masculine grunt of bestial satisfaction, striding up in front of me, his hulking, muscle-bound body agleam with perspiration, his dark brown eyes burning like coals.
His gigantic, spit and cunt juice wetted dick pole flailed up in down in the air in front of him magnificently. In spite of myself, I felt a receptive flutter of desire in the pit of my stomach. I whimpered, feeling dizzy and aching all over.
My nipples throbbed, looking like swollen red water balloons after the scorching to which they'd been subjected.
The massive G.I. gorilla grabbed me by the shoulders, pushing me down so that I was lying flat on my back on the orange crates. He grinned down at me lasciviously as he ran a calloused hand from my big, jiggling boobs down to the moist, blonde-fringed 'V of my crotch.
I moaned, arching my back and wincing as he roughly pushed three thick fingers up to the second knuckle inside of my hot wet cunt.
"Yeah, French bitch, that's a hot little pussy you got!" Turk muttered thickly as he pumped his digits in and out of my lewdly.
I whimpered as he heaved his big, sweaty body on top of mine, lying on top of me, his big physique nearly crushing the breath out of me. I could feel the throbbing length of his mammoth hard-on pulsating against my stomach. I moaned as he began to dry-hump me lewdly, growling obscene things into my ear.
Hawk, the big black G.I., had moved up alongside of my head and was staring down at us with blazing eyes. His huge, purplish, sticky eleven inch horse-meat was thrusting up in front of him like a telephone pole, twitching with excitement.
Blade Rochester grabbed the Vietnamese girl by the hair and dragged her over to where
Hawk was standing. He pushed her forward, growling hoarsely, "Suck his black balls, Chink slut! Do it!"
The whimpering girl swiftly complied. Her rosy, puckered lips were mashed between Hawk's tree trunk like legs against the heavy-hanging sac of his over-sized testicles. She kissed the sweaty scumbag, her coral pink tongue darting out and stroking and sliding back and forth all over the slimy scumbag.
Hawk gave a low moan of pleasure as he felt her warm Vietnamese lips and tongue titillate and explore his lust-bloated balls. He fisted his hefty eleven inch fuck shaft and stroked on it while he watched his hairy Italian buddy roll around on top of me.
Turk heaved his lower body up, reaching down and grabbing hold of his big meaty sausage, guiding it down to the buttery lips of my pussy.
I moaned as I felt the rubbery knob press against the tender folds of my twat. Darts of nervous excitement were shooting through me I was whimpering, tears swimming through my eyes. I was scared, but a dark, wanton warmth had taken control of my senses. I wanted his huge, manly pecker rammed all the way up my sluttish cunt. I wanted him to fuck me hard, fast, long.
He gripped hold of the crate on either side of my waist, gritting his teeth and growling as he stared down at me. He tensed his hairy ass cheeks and pumped forward with savage force.
I arched my back and uttered a strangled scream as his whanger rammed forward, stretching the tender silken walls of my vagina wide apart, spearing up deeply inside of me, slamming back against my cervix.
Waves of mingled pain and pleasure swamped through my lowe; body as he pounded his ten inch dick up to the balls inside of my hot cunt. I sobbed, jerking my blonde head from side to side, grimacing in agony and ecstasy.
He bent down and savagely crushed his mouth to mine, sucking and kissing at my lips, his hot, velvety tongue swarming around in my mouth, trading spit. His big muscled body started to ripple and gyrate.
He backed up, his dick squelching out of my fuck opening, and then, he drove forward again, sliding it up to the hilt inside of me once more. As he pumped into me with a grunt, my trussed up, zoftig body jerked forward, my big, rope-strangled breasts bouncing like bowls of jello, and I gave a little, breathless squeal of pleasure.
"Yeah, you like that, don't you, bitch?" Turk panted hoarsely, rocking from side to side, swirling his heavy manhood deep in my clinging vaginal sheath.
His hot breath was on the side of my neck. The gloomy interior of the cavern seemed to swirl and sway around me. Heat burned through my hot, sticky loins, sending electric fingers of sensation all through my nerve endings.
The sharp splinters of the rough orange crates were scraping painfully into my back and buttocks, but ! no longer cared. I was hyper-sensitized. I felt his brawny, hairy chest flattening my throbbing breasts. I felt his flat, furry stomach mashing against my tummy. I felt his sweaty, pumping thighs slapping between my legs. And, more than anything else, I felt that hefty schlong pumping piston-like in and out of my gaping, "O" shaped pussy.
As it pounded against the stretched sticky pinkness of my vaginal walls, white hot explosions of ecstasy ricocheted all through me. I arched my back and moaned and sobbed in delight.
I longed to throw my arms around his broad, sweaty back, but my hands were tied and were crushed painfully against the small of my back and the wooden crate. Somehow, this feeling of helplessness, of being totally in this big, lusty stud's power, filled me with a strange sense of euphoria.
I was floating on a cloud of almost excruciating sensation. I was hunching frantically upward with my hips, impaling myself again and again on his pounding pecker.
"Yeah, bitch, feel this huge stud American cock rammin' your French pussy!" Turk hissed in my ear. "Take it, cunt! Take this huge prick deep inside of you! UNGH! UNGH!! UNGGGGLI:! ! "
Hawk was standing really close to my head, masturbating his big black meat. The Vietnamese girl was on her knees between his legs, sucking and laving at his musky balls.
Hawk reached down, tangling his strong fingers in my tousled platinum tresses, and roughly jerked my head to one side. He pushed his eleven inch whanger down, slapping it lustily against my flushed cheeks, rubbing the sticky glans all over my grimacing face.
The pungent, almost over-powering aroma of musky Negroid masculinity flooded my flaring nostrils, making my mouth water with bitch desire.
"Suck it, cunt!" Hawk growled hoarsely. "Suck this nigger dick!"
I whimpered, but complied. I encircled the sticky, fist-sized knob of his huge boner with my full, ruby-stained lips. My jaws ached from being stretched so far apart.
I hummed in satisfaction as the throbbing, vein-corrugated length of his mighty member stroked over my tongue, scraping against the roof of my mouth. I hollowed my cheeks, milking at his dick furiously. My hot silken tongue curled around the underside of that heavy length of flesh and gristle, whipping frothily from side to side.
I could feel his musky dick jerk and spasm in approval as I sucked on it. His fingers tightened in my hair, and he made hoarse little grunts of pleasure. He began hunching back and forth with his hips, feeding me his horse-dick.
I gagged, my eyes bulging as I felt his huge cock force its way into the narrow, aching chasm of my gullet. It was barbarically stretched as inch after inch of Negroid manhood rammed down into my tight throat.
Tears streaked my cheeks. Spots danced before my eyes. Heat burned in my aching, cock-stuffed throat as I was forced to swallow eleven inches of mighty Negroid manhood. My circled, red lips were plunged into the thick, sweaty thatch of kinky pubes at the base of his boner. I made hoarse gagging sounds. I thought I was going to choke on his meat.
But I loved it. I felt Turk's huge pecker plunging vigorously in and out of my aching, gaping cunt lips, pumping savagely in and out of my fuck hole. I was heaving spasmodically with my hips, gladly impaling myself on ten inches of stiff Italian meat.
At the same time, I was sucking on eleven inches of hard Negro dick, and loving it. Hawk growled, jerking my head back, pulling enough of his pecker out of my mouth to allow me to breath through my nostrils.
Then, he heaved forward again, slamming my head forward on his dick, and fucked deep into my throat. He moaned in pleasure, twitching his stiff dick deep in my gullet, rocking from side to side.
Then, he started to pump with his hips, hard and fast, slamming his dick back and forth between my gaping, slurping lips, fucking my throat with brute force.
The Vietnamese girl was slobbering and slurping on his dangling, swinging testicles while he fucked mace. Turk was heaving and slamming his dick in and out of my pussy faster now. The friction was turning my pussy into a veritable cauldron of seething sensation.
I was moaning and wriggling like a trapped eel. My hot, buttery twat was frantically milking around his pounding pecker. I felt the telltale tremors of an impending climax deep within me. I gurgled and sucked furiously on Hawk's horse-dick, arching my back, taking the hard thrusts of Turk's heavy dick, loving them.
"Yeah, bitch! Suck that black dick while
I'm pluggin' your hot French twat!" Turk panted hoarsely in my ear. "Oh, baby, that hot tight cunt's gonna milk the jism right outta my balls! I'm gonna spurt my seed into your tight cunt, slut! YEAAAH!"
Blade Rochester got down on his knees behind the kneeling Vietnamese girl. He gripped hold of her small, firm ass cheeks, digging his thumbs into the crack, peeling the lobes apart.
He hunched forward with his hips, growling in satisfaction as he sandwiched his fat thick dick-pole between the cheeks of her ass. She whimpered as she felt the bulbous knob of his dick push against the tender, puckered circle of her anus.
It still ached from the hard act of sodomy to which she had been subjected shortly before. Blade growled with animalistic passion, clamping his big beefy hands around her waist, tensing his ass cheeks and ramming forward like a bull.
The girl's head snapped back from Hawk's balls, grimacing with pain, a little bird-like cry sputtering from between her lips.
The brutal sergeant's ten inch donkey dick speared up to the balls deep inside of her furnace-hot, clenching rectum. He roared in satisfaction, rocking side to side, twitching his manhood deep within her.
Then, he began to pound in and out of her guts with savage, grunting thrusts. His big, sweaty balls swung up and smacked against her tush cheeks as he rammed into the lithe girlish slut's butt hole.
But I was only dimly aware of this. My body was turning into a cyclone of mounting passion. I was gurgling and slurping at Hawk's pumping pecker. My back arched as I shuddered and accepted Turk's over-sized dick deep within me.
The Italian stud was grunting and moaning as he brutally pumped his ten inch dick in and out of me. His lusty head snapped back. He uttered a resonant, bestial roar, saliva flecking the corners of his mouth.
The tendons on his neck contracted. He buried his boner to the balls deep in my cunt and shuddered as he started to shoot. I gave a choked sob of ecstasy. I felt his dick spitting inside of me like a machinegun shooting liquid bullets.
My womb was pumped full of his heavy jism. And the force of his orgasm triggered a climax of my own. My body was torn with blazing quivers and darts of sheer ecstasy. Rockets and flares went off behind my tear dazzled eyes. I sucked furiously on Hawk's black dick as my pussy oozed and sucked around Turk Cuccarelli's giant phallus.
He roared and shuddered as he shot his load, bending down and suddenly-damping his strong teeth around one of my aching breasts, chomping on it savagely, leaving deep red tooth marks.
Pain and pleasure entwined in my squirming womanly body. I was nearly on the verge of passing out. Hawk gave a thick roar of passion, his fingers tightening around the back of my head.
"Oh YEAAAH! TAKE IT, SLUT!! TAKE MY HOT NIGGER LOAD!" he bellowed hoarsely.
He hunched back, his sticky black dick lying on my wet, squirming tongue.
I gagged as a huge hot gob of sperm blasted into the back of my mouth and rolled down my gullet like an oyster. Spurt after spurt of his semen pumped from his glans, filling up my mouth, the smoky flavor driving me wild with desire. I milked on his dick with my warm, velvety lips, sucking him dry, draining his overflowing balls of every last drop of his pungent nigger juice.
When Hawk staggered back, his dick popping out of my mouth, I reclined on the orange crates, more dead than alive, it seemed. I was so weak and dazed and exhausted, I might have been dreaming or hallucinating. My body felt as though it had just gone through a cement mixer.
I felt Turk heave back, his big ten inch dick popping out of my cunt like a giant cork from a bottle. Sperm and love lotion trickled down the insides of my thighs.
"Haw, haw, haw!" Turk guffawed crudely as he stared down at me, flexing his big muscles narcissistically, his huge sticky cock only slightly diminished in size. "I knew this French cunt would get into some hard hot action! These icy broads like the rough stuff!"
The Vietnamese girl was making little sobs and yips as Sergeant Rochester snarled and humped her from behind, slamming his gargantuan fuck pole up to the gonads deep inside of her guts.
"This gook cunt's got a nice tight ass!" Blade panted hoarsely. "Hawk! Why don't you stick your big black fist up her pussy while I'm pluggin' the slut's ass?"
Hawk grinned toothily, his dark, sweaty features twisted in eager sadistic interest. He lumbered over in front of the trussed up Vietnamese girl who was being butt-fucked by the sergeant.
Rochester's big, beefy hands were clenched around the girl's small, apple-sized breasts and he was kneading and tearing at them savagely, his forefingers and thumbs pinching cruelly into the strawberry colored nipples.
Hawk sank down on his knees in front of the girl. He cupped his big, sweaty hand between her legs, scraping his thumb over the sticky opening to her cunny. Then, he pushed his forefinger up inside of her, pumping it in and out.
He worked a second finger inside, and then a third. The girl was wincing and moaning feebly now, tossing her straw-like black hair from side to side.
She gave a high-pitched shriek when he pushed a fourth finger inside of her aching, gaping pussy and began to savagely punch back and forth with his wrist, twisting the digits around inside of her, stretching her cunt unbelievably.
"Oh YEAH!! " Blade muttered hoarsely, continuing to sodomize her ass-hole. "This slut's butt-hole milks my meat real good when you do that, man! Punch that big black fist up her pussy! Work the cunt over real good!"
Hawk grinned diabolically. He pinched his fingers together tightly, folding his thumb against the palm of his hand. Slowly, he worked his wrist forward. The girl's small, pink gash gaped and stretched slowly around his hand.
Her face contorted in an expression of agony and disbelief. Her eyes rolled back into her head. She was making hoarse, animalistic sounds deep in her throat. Saliva frothed the corners of her mouth. Her nubile young body was jerking and convulsing uncontrollably, as though she were having a seizure.
With a moist squelching sound, the black G.l.'s hand popped inside of her hot, clenching pussy. Her barbarically stretched pussy lips were sucking around his thick wrist.
"Oh, yeah!" Hawk whispered hoarsely. He curled his fingers inside of her, balling them into a fist.
Then, he flexed the big muscles in his arm, and began to punch it back and forth, savagely. The girl screamed. It was a horrible, piercing scream. She was writhing like a wild thing, but there was nothing she could do.
The Negro fist-fucked her savagely, pumping his forearm back and forth, till her throbbing, oozing pussy lips squelched half-way along his forearm.
Blade Rochester tore and twisted savagely at her throbbing red nipples, his teeth clenched his hairy ass battering furiously back and forth. Hot sucking sounds emanated from the juncture where her pink, wrinkled bunghole tugged and sucked around his over-sized truncheon.
"Yeah, baby!" Blade snarled hoarsely. "You gonna make this G.I. shoot! Oh, YEAH!! UNGH!! UNGH!! UNGH!! ! ,HERE IT FUCKIN' COMES!! ! AAAAAWWWWWWW!"
He roared in animalistic culmination, heaving his stiff ten inch whanger up to the balls deep inside of her. He could feel the punching fist and forearm of his buddy slamming back and forth in the girl's brutalized cunt, separated from her cuntal sheath by a thin membrane of silken flesh.
His huge cock exploded like a Roman candle in her guts, hot pungent spurts of man juice blasting up into the convulsing Vietnamese girl's innards again and again. She seemed to sink into a stupor, her head sagging back, her mouth open, her lithe, tawny body going slack suddenly.
Blade and Hawk drew back, their cock and fist squelching out of her ravaged orifices, and she crumpled in a heap on the floor.
That was just the beginning of three days of horror and torture for the girl and me. I was forced to service all three men whenever and however they wanted. Whenever one of them had to piss, I was made to drink his urine. I had to give them total body baths with my tongue whenever they felt dirty.
And I was subjected to excruciatingly painful torture, particularly to my breasts and derriere. But I came to crave this abuse. I degenerated to an almost animal state of subservience.
On the third day, a squad of American soldiers discovered us. The girl and I were freed, and our captors were immediately arrested. They were later court-martialed and severely censured for their behavior, though all three pleaded psychiatric problems and stress as the cause of the aberrant behavior.
I have yet been unable to shake the horrors of that time. Virtually every night, I have nightmares about it, vividly reliving the torture and agony and ecstasy, the sense of being in a primitive state of subservience and hypersensitivity.
And, my sex life now is dominated, unwittingly, by fantasies of abuse. I have found myself gravitating towards men who are big and bestial and brutal. I have allowed myself to be abused by these men in ways I would never have dreamed of before that terrible time in Vietnam.
Will I ever be able to shake the trauma of that torturous time? Time alone will tell ...
* * *
I thought I was getting over the trauma of Vietnam when last week, something disturbing and exciting occurred, reminding me of my obsessive/compulsive behavior.
My dear friend, Marie du Font Aubeaugare, the well-known portrait painter, who has a salon in Allee de Longchamps, across from the Hotel Recamier, annually has a large costume party to which she invites a wide assortment of friends and acquaintances from all walks of life.
I made the acquaintance of Mme Aubeaugare at nursing school, for she was a philanthropic woman who took great interest in the careers of women in medicine and had donated substantial amounts of money to the nurses' academy in Paris. She had been told that I was the most promising nursing student and hoped to go to Vietnam, passing up a more financially rewarding situation at a chic cancer clinic outside of Brussels. Impressed by my dedication, the dear woman had invited me out to dinner and we had struck up a friendship.
She had helped me in trying to overcome the trauma of Vietnam as well, sending me to the very best psychiatrist in Paris, Dr. Frederic Rhosenstein, who had studied with Freud, and offering me the use of her country home outside of Marseilles whenever I liked.
She helped me choose a costume for the party, and it was a most alluring one. I went as Madame Pompadour, with a high white wig bedecked with pink puffy feathers and strings of pearls. I wore a frilled lavender hoop skirt gathered about the middle with a deep blue satin sash. The dress had puffy sleeves drawn off the shoulders and a plunging cleavage. I also wore an eye mask made of crimson silk and outlined with paste diamonds.
The party was a gay affair, with all manner of costumes and plentiful champagne, music and dancing. A splendid garden with a fountain and neatly attended to beds of flowers exists behind Mme Aubeaugare's apartment. It was late in the evening, and I was rather tipsy and warm, and I wandered out into the garden for some fresh air. It was a lovely night. A gibbous moon shone above the stately branches of the larches circling the garden. The water from the fountain splashed among the lily pads, a sleepy murmur. The music and laughter from the party seemed far away.
I walked over to the fountain and sat on the edge, trailing my fingers reflectively in the water. I heard a sound behind me and turned my head. A hulking man was standing beside me. I felt my heart race. I had seen him earlier at the party, and then, we had exchanged peculiarly electric glances.
He was costumed as a court executioner. A black mask covered his head, with slits cut for his eyes and mouth. He wore brown tights which adhered to his strong legs and bulging crotch. He was shirtless, and his chest was broad and hairy and very muscular. The rubber axe he had been carrying for effect was now not in evidence.
But the bulge in the basket of his leotards was even more pronounced, and I could smell alcohol on his breath. I could see his eyes blazing through the slits in the mask; they were like chinks of candle illuminated jade.
I felt my loins quiver, and I made a little moan as he stepped up close to me, reaching out, closing his strong hands around my breasts. He kneaded them through the silk dress, and I felt my nipples swell against his palms. His fingers slid between my flesh and the gown, gripping it hard. He gave a savage grunt, ripping down, tearing the front of my dress to the crotch. I gave a wanton little cry, but I did not struggle or protest. I leaned shivering against the base of the fountain. I felt droplets of water splash on the bare skin of my back. I felt the balmy night breeze sift through my hair. My breasts were naked, thrusting, creamy white, lifting and falling as I gasped.
He stood up close to me, between my legs, our loins pushed together. I could feel the throbbing length of his cock through his tight leotards. The front of my costume had been torn asunder by his savage hands, and I was bare save for a pair of pink panties girding my loins.
His brutal hands roved up and down my body. He clenched my breasts, gripping and squeezing them. He snapped his forefingers and thumbs around the puckered turrets of my nipples, squeezing hard. He pinched them, tugging them away from my breasts, savagely twisting them from side to side. His nails dug into the aching fingers of flesh.
Pain knifed through my breasts. My fingers closed convulsively around the cool marble base of the fountain against which I leaned, and I arched my back and uttered little breathy whimpers and moans, tossing my head from side to side as he savagely tortured my breasts. I did not resist. I could not resist. Something impelled me to accept his brutal caresses. I was transformed into a helpless plaything again. There was no need to restrain me with ropes this time.
He bent down, crushing his mouth against the side of my neck. I felt his hot sucking lips and strong sharp teeth through the slit in his mask. He sucked and licked at my pale naked flesh, leaving red marks and bruises on my neck and shoulders.
He roughly lifted my breasts, sucking on them noisily. He growled and clamped his strong white teeth around my right breast. chewing on it savagely like a ravenous predator, leaving deep red tooth marks. I screamed, my lovely face grimacing, my body arching. But I did not struggle or try to push him away.
My pussy was vibrating, oozing, trembling with blind passion. I sobbed in joy as he moved over to my other breast and savaged it with his teeth, practically biting through the aching nipple.
His fingers clawed and tore at my panties, rending them to shreds. I felt his thick, calloused fingers push between my thighs, brutally pumping up between the sticky petals of my vagina. He rammed three fingers all the way up my cunt and began to pump them back and forth, twisting and spreading them inside of me.
I sobbed and gurgled, wiggling my hips, darts of pain and pleasure blazing through my loins. The dark beauty of the garden seemed to spin and shudder before my sex-dazzled eyes as he chewed and bit at my breasts and masturbated my cunt with his savage fingers.
He stood up suddenly. He hauled down his leotards. He was big, very big. I could see his huge cock gleaming like a club in the moonlight, throbbing upward in the air.
He gripped my waist and moved forcefully between my wide-spread legs. He entered me suddenly, grunting as he thrust the entire length of his cock up my aching vagina. I shrieked in ecstasy, my hands twining around his bullish neck. He held me tightly by the middle, savagely pumping with his ass, fucking me with hard, brutal strokes.
I came and came and came, gloriously. Time seemed to blur and grew obscure and dream-like. I felt him inside of me, moving, thrusting, ramming, for an age, it seemed.
And then, I felt his huge cock pulsing, spurting, coming deep inside of me.
The next thing I knew, I was alone, sprawled out on the grass among the remnants of my ripped and ruined costume, my naked body aching and bruised, my sensual appetite sated euphorically.
That was when I knew that I was stained for life, that forever and ever I would crave and attract sadistic sexual behavior. And, suddenly, I didn't care. I accepted my fate ...
