It should have been the happiest, most wondrous day of my life, but it turned out to be a hellish nightmare. As I look back on it, I wonder how I managed to survive the disappointment of my own mother's failure, and the faith of a whole town which had honored me by naming me its queen. That's really how it all started. I won the beauty pageant and I was "Miss Dilton."
And you know ... the really funny part, the ironic part, was that when I walked across that platform to get those roses and have that cheap little imitation crown set on my head, I was carrying my maidenhead secure in the depths of my pussy. I was as pure as the snow on a convent roof. But the sons of bitches who ran the fucking town just couldn't get it through their motherfucking Baptist heads that I was a good, clean girl.
From the time I was twelve years old and my nubbin boobs started to poke out through the sheer little print dresses I wore to school, boys had been trying to work their way into my panties. Sometimes I was tempted to see what they would do if I spread my legs and let their shaking, sweaty hands run up the inside of my smoothly perfect little thighs. But I never did. I could see their dicks, hard and eager strutting inside their pants, but I wasn't even mildly curious to have one of them fuck me. Heck, I knew the right cock for any girl was the one hanging on her husband. I made up my mind that, hell or high water, no slimy male tool was going to go sliding up inside me until I had had the proper words in front of a minister.
But it is a double burden to be pretty and poor. At least, my mother always said so.
Like I remember very well being thirteen and walking home from school late one afternoon after the other kids had all gone. It was daylight, and there was no reason to be afraid, so I went right through the woods like always when there was a crowd. All of a sudden I heard some snickering. Somebody was laughing and right close by. So, I stopped and listened, and like any girl with an ounce of gristle in her cunt, I wanted to see. So I sneaked up on the noise and peeked from around a tree. Well, I almost dropped my drawers!
Sue Sardis, one of my best friends, was lying flat on her back on a mossy spot, and she didn't have on a stitch of clothes. Pete Fraley, whose old man thundered hell and brimstone from the Baptist pulpit every Sunday, was on his hands and knees between her legs, and he didn't have on any clothes either.
Now, I was shook out of my tree, seeing Sue like that, but I was more interested in Pete. For a fourteen-year-old kid, he had a cock which would have got him a free ride in any of the better whorehouses. This guy was hung! I didn't have any basis for comparison, but when anybody sees an eight inch tool, hard as a granite rock, and with its foreskin pulled back ... well, Goddam, I just about shit! I had no idea that cocks were so damn big!
Sue was giggling, and wiggling her butt around on the moss, and Pete was dragging the end of his tool up the inside of her leg, and rubbing it around in the lightly furred area between her legs. I remember thinking: I've got more hair than she has.
Well, I just couldn't leave. I knew Sue would not be able to take that thing into her body. Goddam, I had had an enema the previous winter, and the syringe almost tore my asshole out. Sue just couldn't take it! Well, they didn't get right at it. Pete sucked on her titties some. They weren't all that big, but I could see that her nipples were as hard as they could be and sticking out.
Pete allowed his body to sink down on Sue. He hunched his cock up and down on her leg a few times, and I could see that a clear substance was trickling out the end. It was cooze oil.
As they kissed and chewed on each other's tongues, their bodies began to turn toward each other, and his cock slipped in between her legs. When she had captured it in the softness of her damp crotch, she pulled her thighs tightly together to hold it snugly. Pete then began to hunch. He reached around and held her by the cheeks of her ass. I could see the end of his dick poking through to the rear, and he was bathing her backside in that gooey glop which was coming out the end.
Sue's face was flushed, then Pete backed off, pulling his tool from between her legs. He pushed her down on her back again, and wrenching her legs apart, he put it right to her.
"Listen," he whispered, "let me put it in. I'll be careful, and it won't hurt hardly any."
"No, Pete! Please don't try to stick it in me. Just put it back between my legs. That's good enough!"
"No, it ain't," he insisted. "You ain't gonna come with it between your legs. Besides, the Bible says you ain't ever supposed to spill your seed on the
"It'll hurt!"
"No, it won't. I'll go ever so easy. Here, let me just touch the end into your hole. You'll see how easy it is."
"Oh, Pete, I don't know. It's a sin!"
"Aw, it ain't really," he said. "That's a bunch of garbage the old folks have made up to keep us from havin' fun. You liked what we done so far?"
"Yes, but...."
"Spread your legs wider, and be quiet! I'm gonna fuck you, and that's all there is to it!"
Fuck! Well, I grabbed my mouth and shut my eyes. I had never heard anybody say that awful word before. FUCK!
"Oh, all right. Go ahead and fuck me, but be careful. I don't want to have a baby."
He reached his hands under her ass and lifted it up a little. "Now, I got the hole right. No, wait ... okay ... okay, here, I got it in the hole. Oh, hold still, I've just got the head right on the edge. Okay ... okay ... now...."
He jerked her bottom upward and shoved forward with his hips. Sue cried out. He kept pushing, and I could see his bare feet digging in the dirt as he tried to get leverage to force his bulging meat into her resisting snatch. He backed off a little, then shoved forward again. She twisted and squirmed about, screaming for him to stop.
I knelt down and peeked out from behind a tree. I could actually see the end of his tool inside her. I could see the veins standing out in his head as he poked in and pushed with all his strength. Finally he was defeated.
"Aw shit!" he howled in disgust, jerking his tool away. Out the end came a couple of drops of white, sticky come. The first one spurted and landed on Sue's stomach, and the other one sort of dribbled down between her legs, and wet the moss beneath her. "The damn thing is too tight," he complained. "I couldn't get it in, and then I got so hot, I just came. Damn it!"
"Oh, Pete, I'm hurt," Sue cried, feeling her pussy, then coming up with a finger covered with blood. "What have you done to me?"
"It ain't nothing," he said, milking his dong down, and extracting another drop of come. "Look at me. I tore some of the skin loose, and I'm bleeding too. That's the way it is. When your pussy is too tight, it tears a fellow up."
"Well, I'm tore up too," she said, close to tears. "I don't think it is any fun to fuck. It hurts too much."
"Yeah, but it only hurts once," he said. "It's hard at first, but when you get used to it, then, hell, it's fun."
Sue scampered to her feet, and began getting into her panties. "I don't think I'd ever get used to it. Whew! That really hurt."
"Next time, I'll bring some Vaseline," he said. "That's what my old man uses to get into the old lady. I see it sitting beside the bed after they been screwing."
"How do you know what they do?"
"I ain't deaf," he said. "I listen to the bed squeaking. They fuck two or three times a week, and I always listen."
"That's terrible," she said.
"It sure is," he agreed, "when I'm lying in my bed with a hard-on so big I don't know what to do with it."
"It will go down," Sue said. She brushed the leaves from the back of her skirt.
"Yeah," he laughed a little wryly. "It does after I beat it!"
Jesus, I was scared to death just to have watched. I made up my mind that nobody was going to stick one of those crude-looking things in me. And I also made a mental note to be certain on my marriage night to have a big jar of Vaseline.
My Mama was out in front waiting for me. "Where you been?" she demanded suspiciously. "Did you cut through the woods? Bet you been in there with a boy!"
I could feel my cheeks flush. "No, Mama, I didn't...."
"Well, you better not! You better keep your legs crossed. All them little he-devils are out to ruin every nice girl they can find. You keep your legs crossed, do you hear me?"
"Yes, Mama," I replied.
So, I knew all about fucking even when I was thirteen. And after having watched Sue, I got a little more perceptive in what I heard and understood. The whispers and the giggles the girls indulged in during the washroom visits seemed to me to be almost admissions that many of my friends were getting their holes reamed out.
I noticed that the only dates I got were for special deals like dances and parties, and, of course, the church socials. Mama took my unpopularity to be a good sign. She figured if I was giving out any pussy, I would always be having a bunch of guys around.
When I was fifteen, Pete's cousin came to visit him, and since Pete was our pastor's son, well, hell, of course Mama thought it would be a step toward my eternal heavenly reward if I agreed to accompany the guy out to a high school weekend dance.
I still remember what Carl wanted to do, and how close he came.
It was a double date, and Pete was with Sue. I guessed that they had long ago overcome their difficulties with Vaseline, and were now fucking each other as often as they could get it. But I was also pretty certain that they were going to sacrifice their fucking to entertain Carl. I was just a convenience. I knew it, but I guessed they had Carl figured for a square too, or they would have got somebody else.
We went to the dance, a real muggy, dull, sweaty affair as I recall, and I was damn well glad to get out in the car when it was over. As soon as we got rolling, Pete and Sue started slobbering over each other in the front seat, and I was scared we would have a wreck. Hell, he never even looked at the road. I knew that Sue had her hand on his dong. I could tell from the way her shoulder moved up and down that she was rubbing it, or something. But I didn't have very long to worry about what they were doing. Carl pushed me over into one corner of the car, and before I knew what he was doing, he had immobilized my hands under my body, and he was pressing up against me.
Well, by God, he kissed me, and I could feel him all the way down. I mean, I could feel his Goddam cock pushing in the folds of my dress between my legs. Now this was something new. I had never been maneuvered this way before, and I was all set to fight like a wildcat until I felt that cock. It just didn't seem to be as big as Pete's, and I began to wonder if Carl was deformed in some way. That's the reason I wiggled a little. I just wanted to feel the extent of his dick before I made him get the hell off me.
Well, that wiggle was the wrong move. When I wiggled, he took it as a clarion call to fuck. He shoved his tongue into my mouth, and I was so surprised I almost choked. The first thing I thought of was to push his nasty Goddam tongue out of my mouth, and with my own tongue, I tried to do just that.
Mistake Number Two! When our tongues met, and that son of a bitch felt mine wiggling against his, he went ... well, absolutely ape shit. He growled deep in his throat, and rolled up on one hip, and before I knew what he was doing, he had pulled his dong out of his pants, and then he grabbed my hands, and put my fingers around his cock. His tongue, of course, was still threatening to strangle me.
As soon as I realized that my hand was on his cock, I tightened my fingers about it, and he jerked in a convulsive sort of way, and I felt something wet on my hand. Well, I wanted to turn it loose, but he had my hand and his dick pressed between his body and mine. I can tell you that when I clamped down on his dong, it was mistake number three.
He reached up and rammed his hand down the top of my dress, and before I could take into account what was happening, I felt his fingers working backhanded over the nipple of my left tit. Jesus Christ! Imagine how bad I felt. It was almost as bad as losing my cherry! He rolled his body away, taking my hand clasped on his dick with it. I was so upset I didn't even have sense enough to turn him loose. Of course, when he moved, it milked his tool down again, and some more hot juice spilled out on my hand. Then he shot his hand up my dress, and grabbed my panties by the crotch. His Goddam filthy finger brushed against my pussy, and I thought I would shit!
But I was beginning to realize the danger in which I found myself. He jerked and tugged at my panties, and as he did, the back of his hand kept banging into my snatch. Thank God, those pants were strong. He could not tear the crotch out, and he could not get them off. After a few fruitless attempts to tear them, he rolled away, and tried to put his head up my dress.
I turned his cock loose, and gave him a hell of a chop on the back of the neck.
"Oooh!" he cried, jumping up, and letting his dick flop about, spilling juice everywhere. "What the hell's the matter? Ain't you gonna fuck?"
"No! No!" I screamed. "Get away!"
He hastily retreated to the other side of the car. "What the hell kind of prick-teasing bitch are you anyhow?" he demanded. "Here you lead me on, playing with my dick, and letting me get right up to your cunt and then backing out. Hey, Pete. What kind of asshole is this bitch?"
I was going to get out of the car and walk home right then, but Carl decided maybe he had acted too hastily.
"Wait," he called as my hand was on the door handle. "Wait a minute. I'm sorry I said those things."
Pete and Sue were quiet and out of sight behind the back of the front seat. I said: "That's all right. I just don't do things like that."
He laughed. "Listen. Like I say. I'm sorry. But you have got me pretty excited. Would you beat my meat?"
Hell, I didn't know how to beat his meat any more than I knew how to fuck, so I just jerked the door open and tore out for home.
CHAPTER TWO
Later I met a new guy in town named Paul Powers. He was as backward and square as I. We made what the old folks said was a handsome couple. To me, he was a Godsend, because if his dick swung at all, he kept it under restraint. Heck, I never even felt it when he would give me a chaste goodnight kiss. Once or twice, I found myself kinda pushing in to his crotch just to see if he had a hard-on, but I couldn't feel it. Shit! Little did I know that some kids wear jockstraps to keep their cocks under control on a date.
My mother encouraged us to be together. Then spring rolled around, and with it came the annual beauty pageant.
It was sponsored by the Junior Chamber of Commerce, a bunch of do-gooding shit heads who were out trying to see a tit. Well, there were a bunch of entries, and old man Robinson who owned the drugstore asked Mama if I could enter the contest if he sponsored me.
They had this deal where you pose in an evening dress, street clothes, and a bathing suit. Well, I figured I had it won because the bathing suit was what counted. This was where all the old bastards in the bald head row could ogle your tits, and watch the cheeks of your ass bounce around. Well, in a bathing suit, at that time ... I was a ding dong knockout!"
My breasts were full and ripe. No padding or any of that kind of shit. I had thirty-eight inches of titty when I was sixteen, and while my tits were as big as well-ripened cantaloupes, they did not sag. Hell, even now, after all these years, my tits still stand out pretty straight. Anyhow, my boobs were the best in the show ... what's more, my nipples were bigger and were easily seen through the gossamer little wisp of cloth I wore over them. Mama was so damn determined that I was going to win, she even helped me make the swimsuit. All I had up top was this strip to cover the brown places on my titties and not much more. On the bottom, I wore a bikini type thing that cut just across the top of my woolly path of fine pubic hair. In the back, it was barely sufficient to keep any of those lecherous Jaycees from looking up my asshole.
I was determined to finish first.
Okay, the night comes for the pageant. I flopped my titties across the stage, and let em see my rear end. With the thirty-eight boobs, I had a twenty-three-inch waist, and then I flared right out to thirty-seven hips. And I mean I had the hips. You know how the cheeks of an ass sort of melt into thighs? Well, most girls with any meat on 'em develop flabby globs in their upper legs as soon as they get to puberty. But not me. My butt was firm and solid, and rounded into my legs without a trace of fat. Then I had such tremendous thighs. Knowing what I have learned since, I wouldn't be surprised if I caused dicks to vomit all over the damn auditorium. I know I had eighty percent of the male population in Dilton erected before I got through.
My legs were deeply tanned, because I had been lying in the sun. I had full, fine thighs, with just enough meat on the inside to make a man think how warm it would be to have his balls resting in there. And my knees were keen. Then the lower leg ... ah, that was something. My calves had form. None of this elephantine shit where the calf just flops into one's shoe. I had good calves, like a swimmer, and ankles ... well, the football coach said if I had been a boy, I'd have been the shiftiest halfback ever. Takes small, trim ankles to be a halfback.
If you think I'm a big headed blowhard, go fuck yourself. I'm just telling it the way it was. When I get to the shit stained pages of my story, I'll tell that like it was too. Do you know how sexy a navel can be? Well, mine would just reduce a sensible man to a slobbering, gibbering idiot. It was well defined, deep and evenly rounded. It sort of sat in the middle of the smooth expanse of my stomach, like a jewel displayed on black velvet.
Okay, it's the night of the pageant, like I said. I do my trick, shake my boobs and fanny at the crowd, and before you know it, I got the rose and the crown, and Mama is crying and kissing me, and all the old farts in town are trying to paw over me. Congratulations, you know.
And Paul. God bless him, he waited until all the others had gone and were done slopping over me, and then he slipped into my dressing room and before I knew what the hell, he had kissed me.
I mean a hot blooded, hair tingler, complete with a tongue flash or two. And since I was still in my next to nothing bathing suit, he crushed my titties up against him, and it kinda turned me on. Most important, I guess, was the fact that I pushed back at him, and when I did ... Jesus Christ, he had turned his dick loose. That damn thing was right there. I could feel it poking into my snatch, and believe me, if he had whipped it out of his britches, it would have been right at the mouth.
But Paul pulled away. "Let me wait here while you dress," he said.
"But, Paul," I protested. "There isn't any screen. You would see me. I can't do that!"
"Why not?" he asked softly. "You know how much I love you. You know we are going to be married one day. And you're so beautiful. I promise I won't touch you. I just want to ... uh ... well worship from afar."
Now, that had a nice sound, so I told him, okay, he could watch. I pulled the strip off my titties, and turned them loose. Paul licked his chops, his eyes widened and I glanced down to see his dick standing straight up inside his pants. It intrigued me. Sure, I wanted to look at that dick, especially from a safe distance.
But Paul was overcome at the sight of my boobs. As he looked at them, I could feel little chill bumps rise up around the nipples, and I knew that the rose buds in the middle of the wide brown spot were beginning to grow hard. In fact, the sidelong glances I took at his tool seemed to make my boobs grow heavy and full. I knew I was getting some sort of new fangled message.
But I went on. I stripped off the bottom of my suit, and stood right up before him naked. It was a fool thing to do, but I made a sort of twisting, full turn in front of him with my arms upraised. You know, kinda like a ballet dancer.
When the cheeks of my ass passed in front of him ... well, combined with the swollen titties, it was too much for Paul. He was just like any normal American male. The fires of hell must have seemed pretty damn well cold when he was confronted with a warm body with a rounded ass and a fuzzy cunt. He came after me, and I didn't do much to resist. After all, I was in love with him.
Growling, Paul took me into his arms and kissed me. I mean, he gave me about four inches of the hottest tongue you ever tasted. Now, when you're sixteen and love a guy, it's pretty easy to let your box get on fire.
When he was kissing me, I kissed him back, and it was my pushing that brought our pelvic areas together. Of course, he still had on his clothes, but I was naked, and the heat of my pussy burned right through his pants. It must have, because I could feel his dick jumping and throbbing, and I knew without being told that it had to come out.
You've got to remember we were in my dressing room, backstage, after the pageant, and Mama and all the other old biddies were still out front waiting. Hell, we should have been dressed and gone while Paul and I were still playing cozy and wiggling against each other. After I bumped his dong with my snatch a couple of times, he got to shaking and sweating, and while I was pretty excited, I was cool enough to be concerned for him.
Goddam, I thought the poor slob would shit in his pants. He was moaning and I was getting hot, and he lowered his mouth to my neck, and then ... Jesus Christ ... he had his sucking lips wrapped around my left titty. Well sir, that was when I would have shit in my panties if I had any on. That damn thing set me on fire like ... : well, if you've had your titties sucked; you know what I mean.
But while it made me crazy as hell, it also made me cautious. I kinda wanted more, but I knew we had to get the hell out of that dressing room. "Wait, Paul," I gasped. "Not here! Wait!"
He pulled off my boob, and with a crazy stare in his eyes, said: "Where, then?"
"I don't know. We'll find a place. I got to dress. Afterwards! Go out and keep Mama and the others happy. I got to hurry up."
He was a sensible boy, and the promise of goodies later made him agreeable.
It took a damn good half hour to get through all the fucking carrying on. You know, the old fart faces in every tank town! They had to paw over me again, and Mama was so damn proud that she hadn't even noticed'how long I had been.
Finally, the ordeal was over, and the old folks headed home, and Paul and I headed "out." There was an open house dance at the country club, and even poor girls like me could go on the night they won the beauty queen contest. Mama said to be in early, and Paul swore he would guard her little girl.
But Paul, while he had lost his original hard-on, still had a mental erection, and we did not go to the dance. We went right out to the seventeenth green on the golf course, and when he parked the car, we got right down to it.
When he stopped, Paul got out of the car and proceeded to strip himself naked. Then he got back in the back seat, and he motioned for me to come over. In the dim moonlight, I marveled that his cock was again hard. Hell, he hadn't seen anything, and nobody had touched it. He had a firm hard-on when I got over in the back seat.
We began to neck, and before you could realize it, I had helped him take off all my clothes. We were both naked, and I want you to know that if Paul had had a little titty, and could have shaved his body clean of all that beautiful blonde hair which covered his legs, arms and just a little patch on his chest, he might have been the queen. God! He was pretty. His stomach was as flat as mine, and there was this streak of nearly white hair that swept up from his main cock thatch. It stopped just short of his navel, and I thought it was pretty, and it felt ... oh, just groovy!
We kissed those long, soul-searching, tongue-twisting kisses until I was about to lose my breath, and it seemed the most natural thing in the world to grasp Paul's cock and hold on to it. When I felt the first ooze of hot juice, I was frightened for a minute. I thought about Carl. But then, I looked into Paul's pure blue eyes, and I didn't care if his dick drooled a gallon. I pulled it up and down a couple of times, and he humped himself in rhythm. I don't know why I pulled it, but it seemed like the thing to do, and God knows, he loved it.
He cupped the cheeks of my ass in his hand, and worked up and down on my back. I pushed myself up as close to him as I could. He reached in and took his dick out of my hand, and shoved it up between my legs. Aaaaah! That was good! Not that it sent the shivers over me, but it was comforting. You know, the warmth and assurance of a loving dick just resting on your twat isn't to be sneezed at.
Well, we were rubbing ourselves together, and his muscles were smooth and hard against my titties, and his hands were working all over my backside. I was so hot I thought I might smother, and I wanted to jump right down inside his mouth. God, his tongue was something else! I could feel the rock-hard shaft of his prick rubbing in the slash of my pussy, and of course, it was titillating my clit on each hunch.
I wanted to get closer. I wanted to feel every inch of his body, and every bit of his cock. I felt a great surge of wetness in my crotch, and I wondered if I, too, v as drooling some sort of juice.
With one hand behind my back, he pulled my titties tight against his chest, and then he let his other hand grab my ass cheeks. He pulled my cunt up against him. I could feel his well developed thighs right against mine, and he had one bare foot on top of one of mine. I was ready to fuck, and I knew it, and since Paul was, of course, the man I was going to marry ... well, hell, why not?
He let his lower hand slide about on the cheeks of my ass until his middle and index fingers worked their way into my crack. He worked slowly up and down my crack until he finally came to place his index finger right on the puckered, pouting lips of my asshole. When his finger got on my tailhole, I raised upward, forcing his dick to slide backward and come to rest right at the entrance to my cunt, and I also managed to put his finger right adjacent to the entrance to my rear end. Then I gave a double jump.
His finger slammed into my asshole two knuckles deep. This was a sweat-breaking experience, and I wiggled once more, and the head of his cock disappeared into my pussy.
I was hot as a fox's ass in a forest fire, and of course, my pussy was well lubricated by both my own excretions and the pouring cooze from the eye of his tool. Once he was inside, he ran into my cherry. Now a cherry isn't all that much. It's just a narrowing of the tube. The membrane isn't stretched slam across the passageway. If it was, hell, you couldn't piss. But it was there, and Paul had to push pretty hard, and work his finger about in my asshole to encourage me to bear the pain.
Soon we worked together, and his cock went roaring home, taking the side meat of maidenhead with it. The plunge was a terrifying ten seconds of suffering, but after that ... his prick felt like an outboard motor up in my cunt.
We were sweating even though the night was cool. I didn't even notice the cramped and miserable position we had assumed. All I really noticed was the hot feeling deep inside my vagina as his prick poured in and out, and I also noted that his finger, probing about up my asshole, was doing things to me that I would never have dreamed out. Later, I would dream about them, but right then, it was all so new.
Paul was like any teenaged boy. He had a great body, as I said, and an average-sized, circumcised, well cared for cock. But he did not have a great deal of staying power. When he got hot, he could not back off. He had to let it fly. And he was too naive to tell me. It takes a good man who knows his stuff to make a girl come off, especially when she has just lost her cherry, and Paul wasn't that skilled.
So, I had fucked. Yeah, it was good. But not like you read in these damn women's magazines. I didn't feel like I was going to faint or any of that shit. It was just a damn good feeling, and I don't know that reaching orgasm makes it that much better. Frankly, I believe I enjoy screwing just about as much when I just get the warm glow and don't come. After I come three or four times, I'm likely to get a little sick of the guy on top.
Paul fell off me, and lay panting on the other side of the back seat. His dick was lying up on his stomach, and I could see there was a ring of ooze forming just below his navel where the head was still spitting up. I reached out and took his dick, and he leaped up like he had been knifed.
"Don't touch it!" he gasped. "I can't stand it after I've just come."
"Why not?"
"I don't know," he said, "but it's so damn sensitive."
"Paul," I said. "When are we gonna get married?"
"What?" he asked a little too loudly.
"Get married? You know after we have done this, we got to get married pretty quick now."
"Uh ... well. Oh, come on, Bonnie, we don't have to get married. You ain't gonna have a baby."
"What's that got to do with it? We're in love. That's the reason I did it. And we just got to get married, because I wouldn't do that with anybody but my husband. I feel like you are really my husband now. All we got to have is the ceremony."
He began to pull his drawers on, and he was mighty busy getting dressed. "Yeah. Well, I guess we can get married when I get out of college, maybe."
"Out of college? Why, that'll be years!"
"Yeah," he agreed, "but we got to wait. Heck, we can't rush into this sort of thing."
"You just take me home," I cried. "You never intended to marry me!"
"Oh, Bonnie...."
I wept. T want to go home. I want to see my mother."
CHAPTER THREE
Mama started in right after I closed the door. "Where you been? What are your clothes doing all messed up? What have you been doing?"
"Oh, Mama, I didn't do it! I just got a little wrinkled at the dance and riding home. Good gracious, I'm all worn out."
"You're a liar!" she shrieked, as I started up the steps. "Look at the back of your dress. That's blood! That's what it is ... blood! Oh, God help me. Where have I failed? I know what you've been doing. Oh, I know it! Well, I might have expected it. Your daddy being what he was!"
"Mama, I didn't...."
"Yes, you did. You've been out and committed the worst sin known to God! Don't you know you'll end up roasting in the fiery depths of hell for this? Oh, Bonnie, how could you?"
"Mama, I didn't...."
"Get out of my sight!" she screamed. "You're no daughter of mine. Beauty Queen! You're a common, unprincipled slut! You can stay here tonight, but in the morning, you get out of my house. You ... you whore!"
Looking back on it, I know the old biddy needed a hot cock up her snatch, and was secretly mad as hell because I had one and she didn't. But, I guess I cried a river that night. First Paul had proved himself to be as phony as all the other guys. All he wanted was some pussy. And my own mother, instead of having a little understanding, she acted like the sex-starved old slut that she was. Thankfully, now, she is dead and in hell where she belongs, and you can bet your sweet ass I never shed any tears over that sadistic old monster. I hope her asshole is right over the hottest coal down there!
"I said it last night, and I say it again today," my mother said, after we had eaten a speechless breakfast. "You're no daughter of mine. Now, pack your things and get your adulterous self out of my house! I wouldn't be caught with you. What would a body say to Jesus after harboring a slut like you?"
I began to cry. "But Mama, you won't even let me explain ..
"There is nothing to explain," she said, folding her arms across her sagging bosom. "You have thrown yourself away; given in to the weakness of the flesh! You're a common, wanton whore. Get out of this house ... right now!"
I was angry. I was hurt. And I was confused and scared out of my wits. Where the hell would I go? What would I tell people? My mother threw me out because I was fucking this fellow, and some of my snatch blood got on the back of my dress? Hell, it was unthinkable. Plenty of girls were fucking, but in our town, they didn't get caught.
There was only one way out for me. I had to get far enough away that nobody would know me, and nobody would care. I had about twenty-seven dollars in my mattress. The best thing I could do was to head for New York. I thought if I went to the city with my beauty contest crown, then I could be an actress, and certainly, if nothing else, a model. I grabbed a few clothes, stuck them in a cheap bag, and hauled out of the house.
I decided to hitchhike my way to New York. And I quickly found that catching a ride is an easy thing to accomplish when you have a ripe little ass, and two bouncy boobs poking out of a summer dress. In fact, the first big truck that came along almost jackknifed as the driver screeched it to a stop.
I ran down the road, and he leaned across and lifted my bag into the cab. I know that when I stepped up in with him, I showed him my panties. I didn't mean to, but when his eyes widened, I knew he had seen my sweet gorge. It was, of course, covered with nylon, but the crotch of panties seem to do something to men. It did to this husky trucker who said his name was Tommy ... Tommy Anson.
"Going far?" he asked, sweeping my lush body with a full and bold glance.
"New York," I answered firmly.
"Humm, that's at the end of a long trip, and you're lucky because I'm going there too."
"Hey! That is lucky!" I said. "Can I go all the way?"
"That depends," he said, looking pointedly at my titties.
"On what?" I asked cautiously.
"On whether you're nice to me or not."
"Oh, I'll be nice to you," I said.
"Come on over here," he motioned, indicating that he wanted me to sit up close to him.
"What for?"
"Hell, so you can be nice to me, and I can ride you all the way in," he said. "Come on, if you're not scared."
Quickly I slipped over on the seat. What the hell could he do to me while he was driving such a big truck? "I ain't scared of anything," I lied. "I sure ain't scared of you!"
Tommy threw his head back and laughed. I could not help noting that there was a sizeable bulge in his left pants' leg. Looked like he had a whole flock of cock coiled up there. Of course, I allowed my glance to tarry too long.
"Whatcha lookin' at?" he demanded.
"Nothing," I lied, switching my gaze to look through the windshield.
"Don't you call that nothing," he said easily. "It's one of the biggest and best ones on this run."
"I don't know what you're talking about," I said with a certain haughty tone in my voice.
"Gimme your hand," he demanded. He seized my left hand and forced it tight down against the huge bulge in his pants. "Feel that? That's a man-sized cock. You think you're woman enough for it?"
"Please," I begged, "I'm not that kind of girl. I don't want to feel of your ... your thing!"
"Why not?" he asked, "It's a really big one."
It's strange even now to me how vain men are about the size of their tools. They all act as though they had something to do with how big it grows, and, of course, every guy with a monster cock thinks he is God's gift to femininity. Usually the heavy hung ones are less lovers than the medium to light class. Big dicks are a pain in the ass, and I mean literally. I tried without success to pull my hand away.
"Come on," he said. "What's the matter with you? Why act so girlish about a piece of male meat? You do want to keep on riding, don't you?"
"Yeah, I want to ride," I said, "but I didn't know I was going to have to screw to get to New York."
"Screw?" he said. His eyebrows rolled back up into his head. "Now, who said anything about screwing? Damn! You're anxious as hell, aren't you? Just like a damn woman. Acting like she doesn't want to feel of a dick and all the time, thinking about screwing."
"I was not thinking about it," I said hotly. "It's just that ... well, you know what you were trying to do."
"You're the one who brought up screwing," he said, "but I don't mind telling you right now that I will. But not now. I got to make miles while I'm fresh. Tonight maybe, we'll pull off to the side. But right now ... ah, why don't you unzip my pants, and take that pretty thing and play with it?"
"Oh, no! I don't want to do that!"
"Don't be such a puritan," he said. He raised himself up. With one quick motion he lowered his zipper and flipped his massive cock outside his pants. His dick was about half hard, and rising. It lay to his left, and I could see the pulsations as it climbed slowly but certainly to a full erection. When it was all the way to a standing position, Tommy's cock extended above his navel. And in retrospect, I must say that probably several thousand dicks later, I have never seen one since which could match it in length or girth. It was a snatch ripper if one ever existed, and here he was wanting me to take it when I had suffered enough just the night before with a mini-cock in comparative size.
Tommy's tool, as huge and ugly as it was to me, was nevertheless, a subject of keen interest. I could not deny a rising desire to feel Tommy's prick and to satisfy myself that his was as hard as Paul's had been. Strangely, I had the thought that if it were so large, it might lack the solidarity of a smaller one, much as a fat cucumber is not as firm and solid as one which is skinny.
Gingerly, and really against my will, I reached out my hand and circled his cock right behind its angry-looking head. When I took hold of his prick, I saw the heavy muscles in his right thigh tighten.
"Hey, baby doll," he smiled, "pull it over to your side, and just sort of massage it around the head, will you? Hell, that won't hurt you. Just kinda soothe it down."
As I stroked his tool, gently over and under and then around the head, I noticed that tiny little drops of sweat began to appear on his forehead. He began to squirm about in his seat. Of course, he kept his eyes glued straight ahead on the road, but I knew he was getting excited.
He had been circumcised, but the attending physician had thoughtfully left a slight residue of foreskin which enabled the head of his dick to be partly covered if it were pulled up fully. This, I discovered, enabled him to get hot as a blow torch instantly.
"Pull the skin up and back over the head," he said, hissing it through his teeth. "That's it," he encouraged me, "Keep pulling it up and back. Oooooh, baby doll, that's getting the message through to me!"
Then I noticed the first evidence of heat. A hot bolt of oily juice boiled out the eye of his prick and spilled over my hand. But this heavily muscled stranger with the lop-eared dick was making me itch between my legs, and although my pussy was somewhat sore from the night before, I felt like it would be nice to have something warm and hard up inside of it.
I tried to focus my attention on playing with Tommy's tool. I was jerking him furiously, and he was licking his lips and juicing in such copious amounts that I was not able to contain it all. Some of it ran down and made a spot on his pants. He glanced down, but he didn't seem to mind. I guess he felt the wet heat on his leg.
Actually, I could not fully appreciate Tommy's equipment, because some of it was buried in the folds of his pants and his underwear, and then, too, his balls were hidden between his legs. I wanted to see it all, and from the way he kept jerking the lower part of his fly down to keep it from restricting his cock, I was sure he would soon show me the whole works, if he had to drop his pants and drive naked from the waist down.
He did get naked from the waist down. But he did not continue to drive. I was looking at his prick and watching the gory ooze, and I felt the truck leave the pavement. Soon we were stopped.
"Behind the seat. There's a bed for the relief driver. Climb up there. We're gonna make love."
"Oh, I can't. I don't love you."
"You can learn to right quick," he said. He boosted me up into the bed. He slid out from under the wheel. He pulled his pants and shorts completely off. Now Tommy was as bare as the day he was born.
His cock reared up out of his pubic patch, and thrust itself forward in the manner of a lance in front of a charging knight. His balls were in keeping with the size of his prick, and I noted that they swung a good three inches below the base point of his whang. Tommy's stomach looked like a washboard, and there was a thick mass of black hair curled up in the crevice of his chest between his nipples. His neck was short and thick, and his jaw square above it. He looked menacing, and he knew it.
"Don't be afraid," he said. "I'm not going to hurt you. But you've got too much body not to take this thing. Tell me the truth. You screwed much before?"
"No," I answered weakly, irritated by the mounting heat between my legs. "Once."
"Once?" he was amazed. "Well, we may have problems, but I have the answer to 'em." He produced a tube of K-Y from under the seat.
"With this," he said, "you can ram a telephone pole up a gnat's ass."
Moving quickly, Tommy elevated my skirt, and indicated with his hands that he wanted me to take off my dress. I was weak-willed, and charmed by the vigor of his standing penis, so almost in a zombie state, I began to peel my dress upward. As I covered my head with the folds of my skirt, I felt Tommy's hands slide inside my panties. He jerked downward, and the nylon flimsies slipped off without a hitch.
"Hey, look at you," he said, as he knelt on the seat with his eyes right on a level with my wide open snatch. "You're juicing. Hell, after a couple of times with a dick in you, you won't need any KY."
I slapped my hands against the bed, and Tommy pulled my legs as far apart as he could. I watched him squeeze a quantity of the jelly from the tube onto his fingers. With his left hand, he parted the lips of my pussy, and with his right he inserted the gooey jelly into my vagina. God, it was cold! But as soon as it came into contact with the warmth of my body, it melted and joined with my own natural lubricant to make my hole a regular slush pond.
Tommy climbed up into the narrow bed space with me. He got on his knees between my thighs. The muscles in his legs were taut and there was something about his straining body that made me want to rise up to meet him. Looking downward as I was, I could see the nipples on my titties rising up like twin mountain peaks with a pure white valley of shimmering flesh in between. Tommy seized his cock, and guided the head of it against my pussy. His dick was really hot! I could feel the lips of my cunt peeling back as the slimy, erected bulb, which was the head of his dong, touched into my softness.
Tommy did not become visibly excited. The only evidence of his agitation was the jerking throbs of his tool which I could feel against my twat. He placed his hands on either side of my body, and slowly lowered himself so that our lips could meet.
He didn't plunge in like a lot of too eager guys do. Slowly, tenderly, he brushed his lips against my mouth, and allowed his kiss to trail off onto my cheek, and then down against my ear. It was like the touch of an angel's wing, and I shivered in delighted appreciation. Tommy eased his body lower until his well defined chest muscles were pressing lightly on my boobs.
Once my titties were touched, I wanted to feel them crushed under his weight. Our kisses became more and more passionate until I was feeding about his face and neck with a recklessness and abandon I would never have dreamed possible. Goddam, I learned right there in that truck that fucking is fun.
As Tommy loved me, he managed to touch or bring his body into contact with every ultra-sensitive center on my body. Why, before his dick was a half inch inside me, I had lost all feeling for my surroundings.
Tommy's prick suddenly went sliding all the way home to the intimate depths of my cunt, and while it ripped and bruised some of the tender, interior tissues, the pain associated with the insertion was overcome by the surging feeling of gratification. I got my orgasm as soon as his tool went all the way, because the long slide of the shaft raking over my bursting clit drove me over the brink.
Tommy, an experienced man with his dick, did not come at once. Then, as though he were changing gears in his big truck, Tommy became all business. He lifted my ass up to meet his outward thrust. He banged deep into my pussy with six long strokes, and then I felt his hot jism flooding my insides. I shut my eyes, and let the ecstasy wash over me.
CHAPTER FOUR
After Tommy had screwed me, he gently removed his cock. He helped me mop up the combination of blood and come which dripped out of my snatch.
Tommy had to get the truck to New York, so we dressed, and resumed the journey. The only difference was that I sat as close to him as I could and I did it willingly. He placed his right hand between my legs and kept my pussy warm. I had left off my panties, and I can tell you it was mighty comforting to feel his hand resting on my twat.
At first, we tried to ride along with my hand inside his trousers, but when his cock got hard, there just wasn't room inside his pants, so we had to flop his dong out again. He placed a handkerchief under the head so that he would not cooze on his pants.
"Whatcha gonna do when you get to New York?" he asked, working a finger gently down between my legs and coming close to my asshole.
"I don't know," I confessed. "Maybe I'll be a model, or even an actress."
"Know anything about either one?" he asked.
"No, except I think I'm as good-looking as a lot of the girls I see in the magazines. You know anything about models?"
"Well, not really," he said. "But I do know a guy who takes pictures. You know, a photographer. Now, he uses models, and we could call him up, and he might be able to help you get started."
Tommy let me out of the truck a block from the warehouse because he was not supposed to allow any riders. He told me to wait in a little beanery until he could check in, and then he would come and pick me up. There were a bunch of rough looking characters in the place, and as I sat there nursing my coffee, they all seemed to be measuring me for a dick.
Finally, Tommy came and was I glad to see him! He said he had called the picture-taking cat, and that I could meet the guy the next morning. Until then, I hadn't even thought about where I would sleep.
"Come on," he said, "well get a room. I go out again in the morning, but tonight is mine and yours!"
It sure was. We fucked until I was so sore and so tired that if he had offered me that thing one more time, I would have puked. Tommy was fucked pretty flat, too. So, about midnight, we finally agreed to go to sleep, and it didn't take me five minutes to be completely out of it.
When I woke up the next morning, Tommy wanted to make love some more, but my cunt was so sore I couldn't touch it with a powder puff, so after he had worked us both up to a fever pitch, I jacked him off, and had to content myself with letting my cunt cool by itself. It would not be up to any land of screwing that day.
Archie Flannagan, the photographer, looked a little swishy to me. Of course, in Dilton I had never seen a self-confessed cocksucker, but I had heard about men who preferred a gobble on a goot. Archie might have been the kind who would take hot meat in the head, but as it turned out, he wasn't.
"Oh, you want to work for me?" he said with a slightly discernible trill in his tone. "Well, now, I wonder what sort of experience you've had?"
"Well, I won a beauty contest," I explained, "and I think I've got a pretty good figure."
"No question about that," he said, looking boldly at my boobs. "Pull your dress up around your waist, and let me look at your legs," he said.
I was embarrassed. But Tommy nodded, and I pulled my dress up. He could, of course, see my panties, and I'm afraid they were not as dainty as they might have been. There were slight traces of blood on the crotch. I had tried to wash it out, but blood is damn hard to make go. The blood was not lost on Archie.
"You havin' your period?" he asked.
"No ... no, I'm not," I said, feeling my face flush slightly.
"How come there's blood on your britches?"
Tommy said, "She didn't have a chance to freshen up. We ... uh ... well, we had a little yesterday and last night, and this girl was almost a virgin."
"Almost?" Archie's eyes rose.
"Yeah, almost. One time before yesterday. That's pretty close."
"Pretty close? It's unbelievable. You sure you never had any until two days ago?"
"Of course, I'm sure," I answered, letting my dress fall. "What difference does that make?" Nobody can tell how many times you've done it looking at a picture."
"True," Archie said emphatically. "But how many times you are willing to screw and how you are willing to screw may very well determine how many pictures you can get into."
"Tommy, what the hell's he talking about?"
"Well, he's...."
"Let me tell her," Archie interposed. "Listen. There are more good-looking quims in New York City than there are pigeon turds in Central Park. Hell, two thirds of 'em have won a beauty contest. Now, there just ain't much demand for models. So, what is the basis for selection? If you got a dozen good looking girls, and you can use one ... hell, you take the one who fucks the most and the best. It's that simple."
"Does everything depend on how much a girl will put out? I've always been taught that sexual intercourse before marriage is wrong, and that a girl just has to suffer it after she's married."
"Did you suffer any yesterday and last night?" Tommy asked.
I blushed at the recollection of how much I had enjoyed it all. "No, I guess maybe I've been hearing the wrong things."
"Okay ... Okay," Archie said, a little impatiently; "you got nice legs and your ass is pretty too. Those tits yours?"
"Are they mine?"
"Yeah. Do they grow on you or have you padded 'em out?"
"They're hers, all of 'em," Tommy volunteered. "Got damn nice nipples on 'em too!"
Archie seemed satisfied. "All right, I can use you. But no Bible belt horseshit! You're a big girl now, and if you want to work in this racket, then you gotta get smart ... fast!"
Before I could answer, Tommy checked his watch and whistled. "I got to get the hell gone!" he said. "Listen, Archie, take care of this one. She's a good gal with a snapping cunt. She can learn if you teach her!"
Tommy said goodbye, and all at once I felt like I had lost the only friend I had ever had. Tommy had been a right guy. He fucked me, yes. But he didn't shit on me. He tried in his way to help me. He took me to Archie who was a photogra ... well, he had a camera.
I told Archie I didn't have a place to stay, and he said he thought he could put me up in his studio at least for the time being.
"Since you're here, I'll see if I can use you in a picture this afternoon. You don't have to know too much for the kind of stuff we do. Mostly, just let your boobs hang out, and when we get a four-color job, you'll be baring your cunt and trying to make it gape open. Somehow, it is mighty popular these days for fellows to want to see up inside a pussy. I always figured there was nothing up there but darkness."
I nodded my head. "Okay," I said, "I'm ready to work at whatever you say, whenever you're ready."
He reached into a bulging wallet and extracted a crisp twenty-dollar bill. "Here, take this as an advance on your wages. Go out and get yourself whatever you need to kinda set up in my storeroom. There's a bed there, and a dresser of sorts. So make it as livable as you can. Yeah, and you better get something to eat too."
"Say, that's nice of you," I said. "Giving me the money and all. I appreciate it."
"Don't," he said. "I never give anybody anything. I'll get it back. Remember this: Here in New York the guys you're gonna meet are as cold codded as a male Penguin at the South Pole. I ain't nobody's daddy, and I ain't gonna try to look after you. Just watch out. Guys you'll be meeting would ... well, just watch out for all of them!"
"I'll make out," I said, trying to sound as tough as I possibly could.
We started at two-thirty. "Goddam, I thought you had taken a powder," he said. "Get the hell in there and put on the stuff we laid out. Oh ... this fellow here is Angus Kinkaid."
I started to nod a perfunctory acknowledgement of Mr. Kinkaid, but when I actually got a good look at the newcomer, I was brought up to a quick stop. Angus Kinkaid was, without question, the most appealing man I had ever seen.
The guy was masculine. I mean all man. His face was ruddy. His complexion florid. He looked like he might be in his late twenties or early thirties, because his light hair was beginning to show just the faintest traces of grey flees about the temples. He was by no means pretty; but he was animalistic in his decided sex appeal. The way he stood, the ease with which he moved his carefully groomed hands, and the grace of his magnificent body ... I tell you the damn truth, I was shook just from looking, and when he extended his hand in greeting, you would have thought I was shaking hands with Jesus Christ!
"Hello," he said. "I'm glad we're going to be working together."
"Are we?" I asked stupidly.
"Yes, we sure are. And don't let Archie scare you. He's never been on time in his life. We'll wait until you get your stuff on. I think you'll like it. I selected it myself."
"I'm sure I'll like it," I said. "Just give me a minute."
When I got in there to change my clothes, I was in for another surprise. They had a bra and a garter belt for me to wear. That was all! Good God, my pussy would be shining like a new moon. I looked around very carefully, but there was nothing else.
So, I put on the garter belt and the bra ... both perfect fits, and was ready to face the work. I checked myself in the mirror, and was amazed to see how flushed my face was, and how my eyes danced with excitement.
I tied a towel around my waist. Then I walked out into the room where Archie and Angus waited.
"What the hell's the idea of the towel?" Archie demanded.
Before I could answer, Angus sprang to my defense. "For Christ sake, Archie, has it been so long since you saw a lady with modesty that you don't even recognize it? Come on over here, Bonnie, and well get started."
Archie sniffed, and Angus reached out a protective arm and led me under the lights where a chaise lounge had been placed in front of some soiled drapes, and a beat up old Roman column. "Now, Bonnie, I'm a publisher of this tabloid type of paper which is really more of a magazine. I want you to knock our readers dead. Let's get some shots of her with the towel around her waist. I'll get one of our hacks to grind out a piece about the modest girl who showed up like this to be in the next issue of Suck."
"Suck?" I echoed. "Is that the name of your...."
"Yeah," he said. "It's great. We call it Suck, The Paper that Puts the Mouth into Love!"
I tried to give Angus a neutral, yet interested look, but I could not possibly let him think I had the slightest interest in, well, sucking.
We shot pictures with the towel. There were frequent pauses for lighting changes, and to get the sweat off my forehead. All I did was stand or sit the way they wanted. Then it got harder. They asked me to take the towel off, and lie down on the couch. Well, they had me spread my legs to expose my pussy, and leaning over and spreading my cheeks so they could shoot right up my tailhole. This was embarrassing as hell, but it was my job.
Finally, Angus took a great deal of time to arrange me on the couch. By this time, I was naked, and had kinda got used to walking around that way. My right let was thrown carelessly over the rear of the reclining surface, and my left was drawn sort of up under me. My arms were flung back behind my head, and my hair was trailing out away from my head. When I was all set, Angus leaned over and ... well, he did it ... he put his mouth right down at the lips of my cunt, and Archie snapped the picture.
"Let's get some more," Archie said. "Her expression was like she was about to get raped."
"That might be good," Angus said. "You know, going along with the towel bit."
"Well, maybe," Archie said. "But get down there again. Put your mouth closer to her cunt. But don't eat it. That would be pornographic, and the Baptists would shit!"
Well, I just about shit. Mama would have died if she saw Angus getting down near my privates with his mouth.
Well, they finally got done with the picture; and Archie went grumbling toward the dark room with all the film holders. He promised to have some proofs for Angus the next morning.
"Archie says he has given you a place to stay here?"
"Yeah. I haven't got anywhere else right now."
"Well, after a hard afternoon like we just had here, you sure can't have your dinner alone. Why not eat with me? I'd love to have you."
"That's really nice of you," I said. "Let me change, and I'll be ready for anything you say."
"Anything?" he said, his eyebrows shooting up, and a smile breaking over his face.
"Anything!" I said as evenly as was possible. Then, as I hustled away to change clothes, I thought about my poor old beat up cunt. It would be hell, but if he wanted it, I was determined to let him have it.
It's been a long time, and the details of the dinner and the preliminaries are vague and not important anyhow. I know I had some liquor, my first ... and wound up over at Angus' apartment. It was plushy!
"Like it here?" he asked, helping me out of my jacket.
"Like it," I replied, maybe a little thickly. I certainly didn't know it if I was drunk. Nothing was more evil in the world than alcohol. Mama always said so, and I believed it. Girls who drink, well, there is no telling what they will get into. I almost thought babies were caused by liquor, because Mama always ranted about drinking and pregnancy in the same breath.
Angus was no dawdler. As soon as he had procured a couple of more drinks from his bar, he got right down to the bed rock. "Bonnie, I'm gonna fuck you. You realize that, don't you?"
I nodded. "Yes, I know it!"
"All right, then," he said. "Take off your clothes. Stand up there on that coffee table and strip. Do it slowly. I like to watch."
Now, I have never claimed to be a stripper, and I sure wasn't then, but the job must have been passable. His eyes were glued to me, and I kept my cunt out of his view until the very last. Then, with what I thought was a pretty dramatic effect, I wheeled around and spread my legs, and pulled my pussy apart with my fingers. Jesus Christ! It was sore. I wished to God I had some K-Y.
"Lovely," he murmured. Then, he slowly and deliberately pulled his fly down and reaching inside, he produced his dick. It wasn't much in size compared to Tommy's, but there was a distinct malformation of the head. Like any other physical impediment, I tried not to look directly at it, or to give any sign that I had noticed. But in this case, I was drawn to his tool, and Angus seemed to be proud of his battered piece of man meat.
"Look at this, Bonnie," he said. "It might as well be seen now, because it is the mainspring of my sexual world. See here? The foreskin has been torn loose on one side, and I simply had it sewed back in a rough sort of way. They wanted to cir cumcise me when it happened, but I said 'no.' I figured that if I had a big wad of foreskin sewed up in a knot on one side, it would make my offering the most distinctive in the world. It sure has been successful, too."
I looked at his cock. It was raw and red, and terrifically hard. He had got excited to the point of juicing while I undressed. "You didn't get an erection this afternoon," I said. "Why have you got such a big one now?"
"That was business," he said. "This is pleasure. Oh, Bonnie, my cods are aching to get in between those soft thighs of yours. Come, girl, get down on me and prepare my tool for your pussy!"
CHAPTER FIVE
"Get down." He dropped his clothes in three quick motions, and hurled himself into a chair. Then he motioned for me to drag a giant footstool to where I could sit between his legs.
"Sit on that, my dear," he urged. "Then you won't get tired. Oh, I need to have you make sweet love to my dick. Go ahead. Love it! Pet it! Kiss it! Hurry up! I need your lips loving me!"
I sat on the stool, trying to summon up my courage. I hesitated. The idea of violating my mouth with a dripping cock, especially one with that horrible wad of waste flesh sewed on the side ... it was sickening!
"Hurry!" he urged. He reached out to grasp me behind the head. His act solved my reluctance. I allowed him to press my head down between his 'legs. His dick was lightly perfumed with some sweet-smelling cologne. There was no malodorous winds blowing out of his crotch. This made it easier. As my mouth approached his tool, I could see that it was jumping with the rapid-fire beat of his heart. The swollen head of his cock, partly obscured by the foreskin which remained, was rearing out of its covering, and so hard and blood-inflated was it, that there was a distinctly bluish cast to the flared flesh.
The shaft of his cock was rough hewn. A bulging vein ran the entire length and disappeared in the thickness of his pubic hair. This hair, sprinkled lightly with talcum, was gentle and smooth to my cheek. I was in his crotch, and only the taking of his tool into my mouth remained. My titties were crushed under me, and my aching cunt was over my left heel. I could feel the tiny trickle which began to run out of me. I was getting hot. My cunt was getting all worked up just because I was close enough to breathe on a dick!
Angus gripped his cock at the base, and directed the head toward my mouth. He guided my head with his other hand, and I was right on course. I had no idea of the techniques of sucking a cock. When my lips brushed up against the head, I felt the cooze on my mouth, and I was aflame. Roughly, I shoved Angus' hand off his own root, and I took it over myself. There are, I guess, some things which just come naturally. Cock sucking came that way to me.
First, I cupped his balls, and jiggled them lightly as I kissed him all over the head of his tool. I did not actually put it in my mouth at first. Rather, I worked it over with my lips, biting and nibbling with an insistent gentleness, until I had him writhing in the chair, and fighting for his breath. I knew that he was hot as a forest fire, and I knew also that something had to be done for my twat. I wanted him to do something about it.
"Do something for my cunt," I gasped. "I'm dying to have you in it."
"Later," he whispered. "Get down on it! All the way down!"
I took the head of his dick between my lips, and shielding my teeth, I sucked it into my mouth and took it as far down my throat as I could without choking. He reared up off the chair, and attempted to work his tool about in my mouth as he might have been expected to inside my pussy. But I was in control. I shoved him back down in the chair, and jerked his right leg up on the stool. I then sat down on his leg, feeling the corded muscles of his thigh against my tender pussy. At first, it hurt, but then I got used to it, and as I sucked his tool, I wiggled my ass about on his leg.
Angus was simply out of his mind! He held me by the head, guiding my direction and keeping me from taking his tool too deeply. I soon learned that if I let the thing go down my throat that it was not the best for him. The head must be kept in the mouth where the lips and tongue can be used on it.
I sucked him with a great inward pull. Then, I would release the pull, and lap about the head of his cock. It was expelling such a quantity of love serum that I was almost awash in it. Angus Kinkaid had balls that worked overtime to keep the meat moist. I thought I had never tasted anything as good as his dick juices. There was an element of saltiness, to be sure, but there was more. There was an indescribable goodness to the juice which said to me that this man was hot ... made hot by me. It is a satisfaction which those who have never sucked a prick cannot possibly understand. In short, I learned, that first time with Angus, that cocksuckers have a feeling among themselves, founded with reason, on the excruciating delights of their unique experiences.
I guess I got completely carried away. I was not conscious enough to remember the changing of positions, but some time later, I realized that I was no longer sitting beside Angus's leg. In fact, I had forsaken the stool entirely, and was kneeling between his feet on the floor. My own cunt was still crying, but somehow I knew I could wait because I was getting so hot just sucking. His balls had become a part of my activity. My area of slobbering and licking extended from the apex of his cock head to the base of his balls. My tongue flashed under and about his bag, and it drew up in a tight, wrinkled little knot under the base of his tool.
I was a ravenous animal after him. I slid my hand around behind his back, and seized the upper cheeks of his ass in my grasp. I could not pull him in tight enough. I felt like I could swallow his entire cock, balls, and maybe the lower portion of his body. I wanted him, all of him in my mouth, and I was making unladylike noises as I grappled with him.
He was thrusting his hips upward in an uncontrollable hunching fashion. He could not stop it, and I lacked the strength or the will to try to make him be still any longer. We were in the last stages before he was to come. Oh, I wanted to prolong what we were doing, and I also wanted to feel his come blast out. It was as though I was torn in opposing directions. It was all so good, and every option I had could only serve to build the ecstasy higher.
My face was covered in the slimy ooze of his tool, and the excessive amounts of saliva which had formed had trickled over my bruised lips to spill down my chin. It even ran all the way down to feel both hot and cold between my titties.
Angus was gasping and whimpering, and thrashing about. He waved his hands aimlessly, and he kept his ass off that chair, his tool slam ming into my mouth. Somehow I knew the precise moment when he was going to come, and I acted! Just as his dick coiled itself inside to release his juice at the climax, I fixed my lips behind the head of his cock, and bit down as hard as I could without hurting him. At the same time, I sucked inward with as much maximum force as I could muster. The result was violent!
Angus emitted a violent scream, a piercing yell which rattled through the whole apartment building. His body shook with a palsied tremor which began as the first come burst out the eye of his dong and slammed into the depths of my throat. He kept shaking as spurt after spurt escaped his weeping dick. I savored every drop of it, and eagerly swallowed it down. I sucked so hard that, when I finally release him, Angus' tool was as dry from the inside as it had ever been in his life. There was not one drop of come or jizm left in him. I had sucked it all out!
When he finished coming, he fell exhausted to the chair. It was a good ten minutes before he moved to extract his cock from my mouth. He might have come, but I had not, and I was still as hot to suck him as I had been at the height of his passion.
"Wait," he said. "Wait a minute. Jesus Christ! I cannot go on without a minute or so to rest. Oooooooh! You're wonderful. Simply great! You sure you never did that before?"
"Never," I said, twisting about. "But hurry and do it to me before the thing gets soft."
He smiled. "If it gets soft, it will get hard again," he promised. "But you must not be concerned about the stiffness of my penis. You have given me the maximum pleasure a woman can give a man. Believe me, there is no screwing on earth which can hold a candle to having a blow job like the one you just gave. Well, I'm just as good a man as you are a woman. Give me a minute to rest and collect myself, and I'll give you an oral job which will make anything else you have ever experienced or even dreamed about seem like child's play."
He was going to eat me! Half an hour earlier, I would probably have bolted for the door at the first suggestion of a male mouth on my twat. But now, after what I had experienced sucking him, I could hardly wait for him to get busy on me. Now I wanted to have him lick out my snatch. And there was another consideration. His tongue would not be as violent an intruder as his cock might have been, especially with that glob of foreskin sewed up in a knot.
While we were resting, I asked him about his cock, and how it got in such a shape. "Oh, Bonnie, I had one great love. She was as young and beautiful as you are. And she loved to suck a cock better than anything in the whole world. When she took it into her mouth, it was like listening to all the music ever played by the combined symphonies of the world.
"Well, we were so much in love. I tried to eat her pussy, and I can eat one well, as you are going to see. But my job on her snatch was a pale failure compared to her eating me. She could take both balls into her mouth and still work around somehow and lick the head of my cock while she held them. To make the sad story as brief as possible, one night when she was sucking me, and we were listening to an album of Chopin, just as I fired my load into her mouth, she sneezed, and in the confusion she sucked a whole glob of come into her lungs, and, God help me, she was drowned. In her extreme moment, poor child, she bit my cock, and caused the foreskin to be torn loose on one side. After she was buried, and I was heartbroken, they wanted to circumcise me as I told you. But I said no. I had it sewed back in a great glob on one side to remind me of her. Then, I started my magazine, Suck, in her memory. That's my story, and the only reason I tell you, Bonnie, is because there are certain qualities about you which remind me of her."
After a while, Angus stirred himself. "Come," he said, "it's time for me to show you that I appreciate someone of your talent and beauty. I am not going to fuck you as I first said. No! I am going to eat your box! Believe me, Bonnie, I do not eat pussies lightly. I always keep her memory bright and green, and when I dive into a mushy muff, it is because I hold the girl in profound respect. You are only the second I have eaten since she died."
"Who was the other?"
"My mother," he said simply.
Oh, that was sweet! To be equated with any man's mother. "Thank you, Angus," I said. "You are truly a dear, sweet man. I am very glad we met, and I hope we can be friends for a long, long time."
"I hope so, too," he said. "Now, will you come into the bedroom? It is not possible to eat a cunt while the lady is seated in a chair. She must be on a cool, clean bed so that every inch of her delectable body may be available to me. I don't just eat a pussy. I eat you! Come, let me show you!"
Remember, my cunt had been burning for nearly an hour, and that on the very morning we were out, Tommy had got me so hot I thought I would set the bed on fire, and I was too sore to screw. So, by the time Angus got me into his bedroom, turned down the bed, and subdued the lights, I'll tell the world my twat was twanging.
Angus began just about as far away from my pussy as he could get. He put me on my side, and lay down naked as he was, behind me. He pulled me very close to his body, and began a light but insistent nibbling and kissing on the back of my neck. As he loved me from the rear, I could feel the inexorable rising of his cock against my but rocks, and when the damn thing was hard and ramming into me, I made a couple of involuntary motions. I guess I was trying to draw his tool in between my legs, and hopefully trap it somewhere in the near proximity of my snatch.
"No," he said, rather sharply. "Do not try to fuck! I am about to eat your snatch. It is no time for you to be making any effort at all. This, my dear, is the beauty of oral love. Now" he cooed, "relax and let the fire burn inside you."
He went back to licking my neck, and as he circled my body with his hands, he sought and captured my boobs ... one in each hand. He managed to cup the weight of my mammaries, and at the same time, he was able to roll the nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
And I was hot. Angus covered my back with a wet, sloppy tongue, and let it wander within a fraction of my asshole! Jesus, sweet Christ! People who haven't had their assholes licked have missed half of what the world is all about. Angus played around for a while, licking and slopping, but he always came back to thrust his tongue into that delightful crack of my ass. Now, never in this world would it have occurred to me to lick or even to touch an asshole. This is a shit gate, hardly fit to be included in decent human conversation, let alone caressed with a loving tongue! Bullshit! It is to be licked! Goddam, that's what it's all about!
Now, don't get me wrong. Angus didn't dive right in there and lick out my bowels. He did a hell of a lot before he got there, but he came so damn close that I thought I had been tongue-bunged long before he finally slapped his juicy mouth full down on my tailpipe.
First of all, after he had covered me from the rear, and played with my titties until they were so heavy and swollen I thought they might burst, he turned me over on my back, and spread my legs wide apart. And to my surprise, he approached my pussy from the top. Later, he explained that he always did this on a first eating to get his bearings. He never wanted to lick the asshole first, and when a fellow, however experienced and however careful he may be, is wandering about in the uncharted wilderness of a strange crotch, he may get his mouth on the shitter before he finds the cunt.
As he came down over my body from the top, Angus began to lick my stomach just at the navel, and he rolled his mouth about in ever widening circles until he was covering me from my belly button to the lower part of my snatch. Carefully, he avoided my clitoris. He did not want to send me into any premature spasm of delight. Eating a pussy is an orderly process which must be carefully executed for maximum delight.
Angus was not only able to lick me in the spots most sensitive, but he also dangled his balls enticingly over my face. I could see the heavily -haired crack of his ass, and the winking hole up inside of it. Gently, I raised my head and took a lick at his balls. I missed! No accident; he suspended his balls just out of my reach. This is always done, he said later, because a girl likes to ponder the heavily pendulous scrotum while she is, herself, being cunt chewed.
Lower he dragged his body until his mouth was fastened on my legs, first one and then the other, just above the knees. This brought his dick firmly onto my titties, and if you don't think a dripping dick on a hard nipple is an explosive combination, you're out of your bird. It was good! Goddam, it was good.
Angus kept making hot, hard love to my pussy parts, and then as he zeroed in on my cunt itself, he began to move his body around to approach me from the bottom. I was not conscious of his shift until I felt his legs brushing up against me. When he was down between my legs, he crouched there, and pulled my thighs apart as far as he could. Then he literally dove into my muff. He sprang with a push from his knees, and when he landed his face was buried in my crotch, and his tongue was rammed deep into my vagina.
He managed to get his hands under my buttocks, and so, no matter how I threshed about, he was in actual control of where I could take my body. On my clitoris and up in my pussy hole he slavered with a hard working, wet tongue. The feeling mounted somewhere up inside my ovaries, proceeded down the Fallopian tubes, and finally burst like a sunrise out of the mouth of my snatch.
My scalp tingled. My toes drew up, and my fingers were clasping and unclasping as I first tightened and released my fist. I was teetering on the brink of death. Since then, maybe, I've been eaten what? ... a thousand times? and God knows how many by Angus, but it was my first, and I'll always believe, my best.
My breath came in labored gasps, and I knew that in just a matter of seconds, I was going to explode my come.
Damn, nobody can do anything with a tongue. A cock ... now, that's different. You can tighten your cunt and keep it from hitting in the tenderest places. You can back away or push upward, depending on what it takes to slow it down. But when a man is eating your box, he has his hands under your ass, and there is not a damn thing you can do but accept the speed which he sets. You are just a passenger on an uncontrollable ride.
But Angus had an uncanny gauge of my libido. When I had sucked in a great lung full of air to power a scream at climax, he suddenly withdrew his tongue out of my cunt, and lowering his hands on the cheeks of my butt, he lifted me slightly, and ... Holy God, I don't know whether I can tell it now without coozing all over my clothes.
With my body lifted up slightly, he flopped flat out on his stomach. He brought my asshole into the eyeball position where he could look up it. A man about to lick a girl's asshole should have an opportunity to clean off the shit, and, if need be, to push the hemorrhoids back into her rectum. Neither shit nor hemorrhoids precludes the eating of an asshole, but the existence of these conditions does call for additional skill, technique, and a stronger stomach.
Thank God, my tailhole was clean.
When Angus looked at my boonie, he gasped in a strange, coughing manner. Then he attacked my rear end. Because of the way he had positioned me, when he put his mouth on my asshole, his nose rubbed right in the slash of my cunt. Working up and down, he kept my hard, hot clitoris rubbing against the bone hard bridge of his nose. He sucked on my tailhole with great insistence until I thought my rectum would simply turn inside out.
As I humped about, my titties bounced freely. Angus kept his nose in my twat and his tongue up my asshole until at last, in utter desperation, I gave in to my passion and allowed my orgasm to run rampant through my body. That's an exact description of it. It wasn't just a little fire burning flickeringly and briefly in my cunt. Wow! I really believe I came for two or three minutes before I finally got my breath back and was able to beg Angus to stop.
CHAPTER SIX
Angus seemed like a fellow I'd been looking for. of to take into church on Sunday morning. But he certainly had some real qualities about him. He liked to lick pussies and eat out assholes, and he was frank. And, of course, what he had given me was not to be sneezed at. Damn! If I had never met him, I probably would have gone all through my life feeling, as my father had, that a good country shit was the maximum pleasure which could be derived through one's own anal aperture. Angus dispelled that misconception with about two inches of hot tongue. I guess you could safely say that after we finished up that first time, I loved him.
So, it was no decision at all to move right in and take up housekeeping with him. I knew deep in my heart, that I could get just about anything if I swapped pussy to the right man. Thank God, I got off to as good a start as I did.
Something else I discovered over the years. The better educated a man is, and the more money he has managed to make, the greater his demand for sexual variety. You take a red-neck dirt farmer from South Georgia, and he'll screw belly to belly with him on top for his whole miserable life. He'll never even sniff of a pussy, and if anybody, male or female tries to lap a mouth onto his cock, well, Jesus Christ, that's about the worst thing on earth. But when a guy gets a little learning and isn't afraid of God anymore, then he wants adventure; he wants to fuck in every conceivable position, and then he wants to suck and be sucked.
Angus was a complex man. I just knew we had achieved the millennium in fucking. There could not be another way or another technique. One morning, right after we had broken several dishes fucking on the table before we had cleared away the breakfast remains, he said he was going to surprise me.
So he left that day, and I went and posed for some nudie pictures over at Archie's place. They wanted me to shove a coke bottle up my twat, but I said, hell, no! I was afraid if I rammed the damn thing up there mouth first, there might be some sort of vacuum created which would make it impossible to pull it out. Archie said if that happened, he would simply break the bottle. I looked at him like he had jumped off his fucking limb.
"Break a coke bottle? In my pussy? Bullshit!"
"Okay, already," he said. "Then we'll get a bottle which hasn't been opened. You can't create a vacuum with a sealed bottle."
"No!" I insisted. "I'd have to cram that rough metal cap up there, and I am not going to rip out the insides of my cunt on anything like that. If I get torn up, it will be from a cock or a tongue. Nothing else goes in my snatch!"
Well, I finally compromised and stuck a narrow bottle of olives up my cunt. The bottle was skinny enough for me to take it bottom first. Archie crabbed about it a little, but he finally said the pictures were passable. I wound up what I had to do for the day, and went out and bought some steaks, then I went on back to Angus' place.
When Angus got home, he wasn't alone. He brought a guy along, and this fellow was named Thor Swinson. I thought the name sounded Swedish, but he looked a hell of a lot more like a Greek, and I found out that he was Lebanese.
"Hello," he said, acknowledging our introduction. "You're a very pretty girl!"
Thor was dark and I guess handsome in a rough sort of way. But even though Thor had said I was pretty, he wasn't in the house long before I knew damn well that his interest was primarily in Angus, not in me. He looked at Angus like he could eat him up, and I began to figure that Thor was a ... well, a queer! Thor was as swishy as he could be, and I wondered all the way through four drinks what the hell he was doing with Angus. On the fifth, I got the answer.
"Thor is going to give me a little attention tonight," Angus announced.
"Attention?" I echoed.
"Yeah. He's one of the top cocksuckers in New York. I've been trying to get him nailed down for a story in the book. This week, we finally made it."
I laughed in relief. He was only going to give a story. "Oh...." I said.
"Yeah," Angus went on. "I'm gonna do the story, and I thought maybe you could help me get a sidebar together by giving me the woman's reaction."
I nodded uncertainly.
"Great," Angus said. "Now, Thor is going to give me a complete cod gobble and anal rinse with the orthodox blow job. And you, Bonnie, will observe us both, and afterwards, you'll work with another writer to produce your reaction to seeing two men make love. The whole ball of wax ought to move thousands of extra copies this week."
"I hope so," Thor said. "This is the first time I have ever allowed anyone to observe my work. The techniques I use have been perfected over two generations. You see, my father was an amateur cocksucker. No real class, but he had some basic ideas. He just lacked the imagination to develop them fully. As soon as I tasted my first grown up dick when I was thirteen, I knew immediately what my field would be. But unlike my father who was satisfied to nibble a few rusty old tools around the neighborhood, I made up my mind right off if I was going to suck dicks, I was going to be the best in the world. Others claim they are as good, but they won't go into direct competition, sucking the same man right after or right before I do. I'll suck with anybody in the world.
"Isn't he amazing?" Angus asked, smiling at me, and rubbing his cock through his pants. "Just amazing. A man who takes pride in his work! Not many of that breed left, I'm sorry to say."
I nodded stupidly and looked more closely at Thor. Hell, he obviously was getting a hard-on just thinking about what he was about to do.
"Always, I have protected my methods," he went on, "but last year, I came to a remarkable conclusion. Technique is important ... yes. But there are individual skills and talents which cannot be duplicated. So, I decided then to allow this article to be written. My plan is to exploit the publicity and eventually to found franchised schools for cocksucking all over the country."
I had to ask. "But is there any demand? How many guys would want to learn how to suck a dick?"
"Literally thousands; maybe millions," he said. "Hell, you'd be surprised. It might be that I could develop a short form course and sell it to ... God knows how many school systems around the country. You know, nothing really deep or too much in detail. But when they are screaming about sex education, it would certainly be a hell of a, discriminatory thing not to include just the basics of cocksucking for the millions who want to know. Then, I feel like there are lots of latent homosexuals whose interest might be aroused in the schools, and they could then come on and get the full course of training from us on a post graduate basis."
"Wonderful!" breathed Angus. "You're really going to render a hell of a valuable service to the whole country. I tell you, it's wonderful!"
Thor tried to look modest, and I damn near dropped a turd! Train a cocksucker in the public schools?
"What is your attitude toward homosexuals?" Thor asked me.
I wasn't sure. My early training told me they were dirty and went about preying on people who were too weak to resist. But I sensed that the man was important to Angus. "Oh, I'm certain they're the finest people anywhere," I said without conviction.
"No," he said. "They're just like everybody else. You ever meet a really turned on butch?"
"A what?"
"A butch," he said. "That's a girl with really strong masculine attributes who can make love as no man on earth. That is, of course, if she is making it to another girl."
"Really?"
"Yes," he said. "I know one who is particularly skilled. Would you like to experience her?"
I caught Angus' eye, and he gave me just the barest little nod. I knew that he wanted to do everything possible to please Thor. "Yes, Yes ... I would!" I said, trying to sound as enthusiastic as I could. Frankly, the idea was repugnant. But in business, you have to make compromises. I figured that Angus had an angle beyond the story and I was right. He wanted a piece of the action in the chain of franchised cocksucking clinics.
"We're going to call our establishments clinics," Thor said. "There is a certain dignity to a clinic. And I think we will call our chief instructors academicians. That has a pretty solid ring to it."
"Yeah, but where are you going to get these academicians?" Angus asked. "Nobody knows this stuff but you."
"Well, I'm going to make a deal with various boys' schools to supply the laboratory animals. A trainee has got to have a thoroughly hard cock to work on. A cocksucker trainee would need at least six good, healthy teen aged boys to blow. Even a kid's dick gets flaccid after he is blown three or four times a day for a week. In training, our franchise holders will do nothing but suck six hours a day. We'll have a half hour lecture period and an hour of sucking. It will be very closely supervised, personally, by me."
"That will assure quality control," Angus enthused.
"Exactly," Thor said. "And we'll go even further. After a clinic is open and operating, we will make periodic unannounced checks to see that the standards are maintained. We'll send a home office trained expert in to register for the course.
"Boy, you have really thought all this out. Are you going to provide any social gatherings where the students can suck each other, or perhaps invite guests to be sucked in the hope they will become students themselves?"
Thor nodded emphatically. "Of course," he said, "and that's the reason that in our clinics the laboratory animals will also be from nearby schools. Our students will not suck each other unless it is at a party. You see, a trainee spends all his time getting his mouth on a dick. He never gets blowed himself. All training will be in residence so we can keep them from sucking each other. They will also be prohibited from beating their meat. By the time they graduate, they'll be so hot for each other that ... well, you can imagine how it will be."
Angus was silent for a few minutes. His dick was so hard that it was rearing up in his trousers, and I noted also that Thor had a prominent bulge in his crotch area.
"I know there are a million questions I'll want to ask before I do the story," Angus said, "but I believe I'll be in a hell of a lot better position to ask them after I have had the full treatment. Can we get on with it now?"
"Certainly," Thor said. "First let me establish the ground rules. I am not one of these crude dick lickers who hang around men's rooms. To me, sucking a cock, and doing it properly is the fruition of my own maximum effort. Therefore, do not attempt to play with my dick, or to do anything except what I indicate. You'll see how it goes when we get started."
"And you just want me to watch?" I said. I didn't know how I would feel about Angus after I watched Thor slobber over his tool.
"Yes, and carefully," Angus said. "Make some notes as we go along. Don't trust your memory."
"That's a good idea," Thor said. "But please respect my art. Do not interrupt with any questions. Save them until we are all done. Then, I will be happy to try to explain anything you didn't understand. Okay?"
"I'll just get myself some paper and kinda hide in the corner."
Angus motioned for Thor to go into the bedroom. "I guess you want to do it on the bed?"
"Yes," Thor replied. "Never ... I mean never suck a dick anywhere but in bed. But let's get our clothes off. We do not start on the bed."
Angus was shucking his garments off, trying to get everything off over his throbbing dick. "No? How do we start?"
"When we're naked," Thor said.
When they were naked, they stood facing each other. Thor was a little shorter than Angus, and his dick was considerably shorter. But it was as thick as the end of a good sized baseball bat, and had been neatly circumcised. I looked at it, and then did a double-take. His foreskin had been clipped off with pinking shears, leaving a distinct pattern about the base of his cock head. Angus saw it too, and he gasped out his admiration.
Thor smiled. "In my early days, I had to allow myself to be sucked in order to get a cock to suck myself. So I wanted the best appearing dick I could get."
"It's beautiful," Angus breathed respectfully.
Thor moved in close to him. Then Thor took Angus' dick, sliding his fingers gently up and down the shaft from head to base. Then he placed his own dick on top of Angus', and clasped the two together in one hand. With his other hand, he began to tickle under Angus' balls. They were standing, but before Thor had stroked the tightly drawn scrotum more than five or six times, I saw Angus' knees almost buckle, and he closed his eyes and swayed on his feet.
This seemed to be the sign that Thor was looking for. He released his own dick, and it flopped upward. Then Thor shoved Angus' cock in between his legs. Because Angus was taller, Thor had to rise on his toes to accomplish this. But once the dick was seated between Thor's legs, the shorter man went back down flat on his feet, and he reached out to take Angus in a bear hug embrace. Thor's cock was caught between their bellies and Angus' was in Thor's crotch. Thor began to lick Angus about the ears, and Angus hunched slightly. But Thor was holding the dick tightly trapped between his legs. They kissed!
Jesus Christ! Have you ever seen anything like two grown men kissing? And Angus loved it! They kissed, and licked and wiggled against each other. Thor was cool and in complete control. The only way I could tell he was getting his passion up was because he kept pinching the cheeks of his ass together. I knew he was trying to tighten the inside stimulation on his prostate gland.
My panties were beginning to get gooey and my pussy was running. I wished to God there was something in it for me.
It wasn't long before Thor pushed Angus down on the bed. Then Thor knelt and pushed Angus' knees apart. His cock was standing almost straight up, and Thor started at the knees and he licked and kissed and slobbered his way up under Angus' balls. He extended his hands and began to massage Angus's belly, allowing his lower strokes to smooth into the pubic hair, and make the lightest touch of Angus' cock right at the base.
I could see Angus' eyes rolling around under his closed lids, and he was nervously licking his lips. He was rolling his head from side to side, and making some little moaning sounds.
When Thor had finally licked his way all the way into Angus' crotch, he flashed his tongue deep into the cheeks of Angus' ass. I knew the tip had brushed up against Angus' asshole, and as I knew he would, he cried out. Thor did not seem to hear. He licked up to the boonie a couple of more times, and then he turned his full attention to the bag full of balls. Now, Angus' balls always draw up when he gets hot. But Thor knew something I had never considered. With one swipe of his tongue, he made that scrotum release, and Angus' balls were swinging down deep in the crevice between his legs.
I never saw anything like it. Thor sucked one of Angus' balls into his mouth. I never knew a ball was such a hot instrument. But when he rolled it about, and sucked on it, and somehow held it gently between his teeth, Angus was slapping his palms against the bed, and making noises like he might die. I knew Angus was getting a new star burst in his asshole.
Well, Goddam! Thor made a lunge with his neck muscles, and he managed to trap Angus' other nut, and he had them both in his mouth at once. Then he began to do what appeared to be a thorough job of chewing. He simply sucked on those balls until Angus was almost crying out in his desire. I looked over at Angus's dick, and the damn thing was drooling cooze at such a rate, I was certain he would soak the bed. His stomach was covered in the slimy film which had run out of his cock while his cods were being coddled.
The head of his prick was a purple red in color, and I could clearly see it jump as the blood coursed through it.
Finally, Thor ejected the balls from his mouth, and motioned for Angus to get up on the bed. Angus simply looked at Thor through glazed eyes, and let his cock jump and spew. Thor then acted without hesitation. He leaped up on the bed, and, seizing Angus under the arms, he dragged the helpless form up on the bed. Then, with his own tool squirting out a great mass of juices, Thor fell on Angus' dick. Thor made cocksucking a science. He had his throat open like a sword swallower, and believe it or not, he took every inch of Angus' prick down his gullet without so much as even the hint of gagging. I watched carefully, and then I saw the secret of his success. With a dick buried in his throat, he had trained himself to breathe, and more important, he was able to wiggle his Adam's apple up and down at a phenomenal rate of speed. This worked right over the head of Angus' cock, and since the whole thing was down in the hot wet passages of Thor's mouth and throat ... well, it must have been something!
Angus kept threshing about, rolling his head, and slapping his hands on the bed. Angus had his toes turned upward as far as he could, and I could see the muscles in his legs strain as he fought to keep from coming prematurely. But a craftsman like Thor was not going to let him come until the right time. And this did not arrive until Thor had held his dick captive deep in his throat for at least a full five minutes.
Then Thor jerked his head upward, and Angus' cock was jerked out of his throat with a sickening sound. Inches of raw peter meat were expelled from Thor's mouth, but just as the head of Angus' tool was about to escape, Thor clamped his teeth down behind the hunk of sewed-on foreskin. Angus screamed, and hunched his ass upward. Thor shielded his teeth with his lips, and rolled that steaming head about in his mouth. I could see his tongue working with amazing speed over the head of Angus' tool.
"Help me!" cried Angus. "I'm coming!"
Then Thor went about halfway down the shaft with his mouth, and pulled backwards as fast as he could. When he got right behind that head again, Angus blew his load. It must have been a cup full of jizm. Thor swallowed it without ever loosening his hold on the cock, and I could see that he was milking it and milking it again. He extracted all of Angus' come, and then he pulled his mouth away. Angus lay very still, but Thor was not through.
He straddled Angus, and began to jack himself off. Angus did not even open his eyes, and Thor required about ten licks to spew his load right in Angus' eyes. It was dark, murky looking come, and thicker than any I had seen. It was almost like paste. When it hit in Angus' eyes, it did not run at all. It was a glob of gooey come!
As soon as he had come, Thor shuddered a couple of times, wiped his tool off on the sheet, then stood up. His dick was still fully erected. He had not allowed it a moment to go down, and he seemed to be completely in control just seconds after he blew his nuts.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Angus was pooped! I guessed there was something to Thor's claim of having a great and unusual talent. Anyhow, Thor was dressed and sitting down in the living room, having a drink with me before Angus managed to stagger in fifteen minutes later.
"Thor, you have revealed a whole new world to me. One of your blow jobs does the job of ten pieces of cunt. And I believe a man wouldn't think about it at all after he was sucked like that. Whew! I believe I can wait a week before my next piece."
Thor smiled. "You are very flattering," he said. "Now, are you ready to write your article?"
"Yes, Yes ... I am!" Angus answered.
"Then I'll haul balls," Thor said. He got up from his chair, and shook hands with Angus, and then with me. "Oh yeah," he said, when we touched hands, "I'll send Lucretia around tomorrow. Do you think you would be able to take her on in the morning? Her schedule is almost as busy as mine."
Angus leaped in. "Of course. Send her in the morning. Bonnie is anxious to get that new kind of thrill. Isn't that right?"
"Oh, sure," I said nervously, "I'm anxious as I can be!"
"Good!" Thor said. "Lucretia is a lovely person, and a beautiful human being. You know, so many women want their snatches licked out by another woman. It's a wonder there is enough straight pussy to serve the needs of the handful of men who prefer it to a real blow job such as I give."
Angus' mind was running like a computer. "Why not have Lucretia start a school or clinic like you're talking about? Women could learn."
"No way," Thor said sadly, shaking his head. "Every woman alive thinks she knows how to lick a snatch. There is not one percent of the women alive who would admit they don't know how to chew on a clit. Women would never confess they don't know. And there is another angle to it. Women are so easy for other women to make. Hell, any female will let another one into her pussy if the second one just makes a slight effort. It isn't really worth it to teach women how to se duce other women.
"They're more subtle, too, by nature. These poor slobs who hang around men's toilets trying to catch sight of a cock, or who slide up beside you while you're taking a piss and whisper out a crude proposition ... they're pitiful. But women don't do this. They don't have to. Just drop into your next door neighbor's house, and if you're a woman, hell, you can be chewing on a snatch in five minutes."
"I can't buy that crap," I interrupted. "I'm a woman, and I sure as hell have never eaten another woman's box, and no woman has ever even suggested such a thing to me."
"Don't worry, you'll let somebody into your crotch. Wait until tomorrow. Lucretia will turn you every way but loose, and afterwards if you don't agree with me that girls ought to stick to girls and boys to boys, I'll screw you myself."
I knew that when Thor offered to fuck a woman that he was pretty damn well certain of what he was saying.
"Okay," I agreed, "you got a bet. And I'll expect to collect as soon as you can get over here tomorrow.
After a few more polite exchanges, and a quick inspection of Angus' dick to see how it fared from the master suck, Thor was gone. When the door closed, Angus leaned his back against it, and closed his eyes.
"Jesus, Bonnie! Let's get to bed. I'm exhausted."
"Go right to bed?" I asked.
"Yeah, right to bed," he said. "I know you're worn out from watching what we did, and by God, I'm damn near dead. It was so good! Just think, tomorrow morning, you get the female version of it. Aren't you excited?"
"Oh, yeah," I answered. "I'm about to wet my pants I'm so damn excited."
Before I could get my clothes into the closet, Angus was in bed, and snoring. Worst of all, he was wearing pajamas. Hell, I never even knew he had any sleeping clothes. He had never been in bed with a stitch on in the time I knew him. Obviously, he was totally sucked out, and since he put on pajamas, I guessed he didn't want .to snuggle with me. Always, no matter how much we fucked, Angus and I always slept wrapped up in and around each other, and I always held his cock in my hand.
For a long time, I lay awake in the dark. I just couldn't get to sleep. Thor had come in and fucked up a good deal. Angus wasn't the kind of man who would keep me around, and I didn't want to stay there like some old family retainer. I was making a fair amount of money posing for Archie, and I knew I could make some more, working for other photographers. But it kinda skinned my ass to be run out of my warm place by a fucking queer! And then there was Lucretia!
God, I wished I was out of that. But I knew if I balked and in any way pissed Thor off so that the story for Angus was fucked up ... well, Angus would never get through with me. He'd fix me with every pornographic photographer in town. I just had no choice. I was boxed in. I had to make it with Lucretia. Well, maybe it wouldn't be that bad. That was what I was thinking when at last I finally fell asleep.
Angus was up the next morning, dressed, and halfway through preparing breakfast when I struggled up from the depths of my sleep and realized that he was not in bed with me. It was absolutely the first time he had ever left the bed without at least sniffing around my snatch. Sometimes in early morning, he would roll me over on my stomach, and part the cheeks of my ass, and lick my asshole until I was wide awake. That is a sweet sort of thing to do. But this morning, he not only had not licked my boonie ... hell, he hadn't even bothered to call me.
I got up, naked as always, and looked at myself in the mirror. It always gave me a great satisfaction to view my upstanding boobies, and the firm sweep of my wholesome young body. Fucking and sucking had done nothing to diminish the charms which had carried me to the "Miss Dilton" title.
Angus was Mr. Chatter Box himself all through breakfast. I just gave him one-word answers and kept my eyes on my plate. Finally, it was over, and before we could get the dishes off the table, the bell rang, and by God, there was Lucretia!
Angus was acting like a fool. He ushered Lucretia into the room. I guessed he was damn glad to see her and hoping she would eat my box to where I wouldn't want any of him. At first sight of her, I was taken aback. Here was a real, live, practicing Lesbian, and the image just didn't fit. There were no butch qualities about Lucretia.
She was small boned, and delicately put together. However, her proportions, as far as I could see, were perfect. Her titties were not as large as mine, but then, she was smaller all over. Certainly, her boobs had class. They stood out. No sagging at all. The rest of her body was svelte, and she moved with a delicate grace and poise.
Her face was one of simple fresh-scrubbed beauty. Her hair just missing being red, and there were traces of youthful freckles across her nose.
Angus made the introductions, and as soon as he could, excused himself and went out to wash dishes. We were left alone, and I, frankly, was embarrassed. Lucretia, however, was completely at ease.
"I'm really glad you asked me over," she said with a smile. "You're such a pretty girl with a magnificent body! God, I don't get many like you. Most of the women I get are old and wrinkled, and their boobs droop. That's better than nothing, but I like young ones ... But ... I got to get my price."
"Price?" I asked. "You gonna charge?"
She was surprised. "Of course," she said. "I have to charge. It's my living. Didn't Thor make it clear?"
"Not to me."
"Well, I'm a little embarrassed to discuss money while my own pussy is dripping. Let's go ahead, and I'll settle it with Thor later."
"Okay," I agreed, now pretty anxious to see what a queen like Lucretia could do. "But I'm not paying."
She was worked up herself. "Let's not quibble over it. I'll make out. Now then, where are we going to get it? We ought to have a freshly made bed with clean linen. I insist on clean sheets. When we finish, there probably won't be a clean square inch on the sheets, but when we start ... ah, I need that cool surface."
I took her into the guest room. When I turned the bed down to expose an expanse of green satin sheets, Lucretia beamed. "Oh, that's great, just great," she said. "Now, let's get naked. Oh, take off those clothes and let me get at your pussy!"
Apparently, I moved too slowly. Lucretia seized my housecoat at the neck, and in one quick, forceful jerk, threw it to the floor. Buttons spewed all over, but she didn't even notice. She just went out of her mind when she saw my body. "Good God!" she gasped. "Look at those titties and that flat stomach. Oh, Bonnie, your legs! Oh, here, get down on the bed!"
I lay down, and it took Lucretia about ten seconds to be as naked as I was. Now SHE had the body! I was getting a hot box. I shuddered as her boobs and pussy were revealed to me. I was disturbed. God damn! I must be perverted. I shouldn't be getting worked up over some woman. But I was! And I knew that if Lucretia had insisted on being paid, I would have promised anything. I wanted her!
Maybe it was because Angus had neglected me, or maybe it was because I had not been screwed and the physical need was there. Whatever, I knew that Lucretia was going to be good. She was so beautifully groomed.
"Let's make love," she whispered. "Here, lie as close to me as you can!"
I struggled across the bed, and felt my body touch hers. She was warm and cool at the same time, and the delicate fragrance of her body assailed my sense of smell in a delightful way. When we touched, Lucretia slid her left arm under me and around my neck. She rolled up on her left side, and slid her right leg between mine. This brought her soft, warm thigh into immediate contact with my pussy, and I thought I would scream.
With her right hand, she cupped my left breast, and began to smooth over it with a gentle, yet insistent touch. The fingers of her left hand were probing my neck and left ear, and then she kissed me.
Lucretia's kiss was soft. Her lips were sweet and full, and they seemed to melt into my own. She did not try to bruise my mouth. She barely made any motion at all. With the mounting fire of the kiss, I began to twitch in the twat, and my pussy rubbed lightly against her leg.
Then came the tongue! Lucretia's tongue entered my parted lips and searched deep behind my teeth into the dark recesses of my mouth. It was unbearable, and yet I never wanted it to stop!
Lucretia was working on my left titty. She held the hard, upstanding nipple between her fingers like a cigarette as she plied my boob. I was turned on by having my tits lifted and kneaded, and also by having my nipples titillated. She was doing both at once. And she was using her left titty on my left one. Lucretia had worked it so that the nipples were in direct contact, and the smooth, soft undulations of our bodies rubbed our boobs together.
She worked her pussy over my right hip bone. I could feel the searing heat of her meat, and the warmth of her juices as she rubbed on my bone. And we became terrifically hot!
If I could have pulled Lucretia's leg into my cunt, I would have done it. Her thigh was firm, yet not hard. And I rubbed against it, touching all of my cunt at once. Lucretia managed to touch the mouth of the hole and the clit all at once, and I was so hot I thought I might just faint. Her body spread over me like a dark and healing blanket. In every conceivable manner, I pushed to draw myself as close to her as I could. Lucretia was a sensitive girl who realized immediately when I first started to respond to her. This caused her to intensify her efforts.
She also worked harder on her own thing. Her cunt seemed to be lapping itself about my hip bone, and I rotated my pelvic area to rub as deeply as was possible into the wet, expanded mouth of her pussy. I knew that her clit was hard and swollen, because I could feel it as it slithered over the bone and onto the soft meat of my stomach. Feeling her clit made me want her ... and need her more than anything I had ever wanted or needed before!
Surely, screwing a man is a fiery experience. There is nothing which will duplicate or take the place of a rigid root, deep in one's insides. But I was certain as Lucretia worked, smoothing her thigh hotly against my snatch, that there was no limit to what a woman could do to another. It did not frighten me. I was not afraid of being associated with a lesbian.
I tried my best to abandon myself to her. I could not keep still when she was in my pussy to the depth of her fingers, when she was stroking my titty on one side with the lightness of her breathing, and was boring against the other with the hard and tumescent nipple of her own boob into mine. Just talking about it has caused my pussy to drool and the whole back of my skirt is soaking wet with memory juices.
Lucretia did not content herself to remain in one position any longer than necessary. She was so clever! She could tell when a maneuver had done its best. Then, no matter how good it was, and how reluctant someone else might be to release it, she would break her hold and move on. Thus Lucretia moved toward the climactic moment when her mouth would move over my pussy hole. I ached for this to be consummated at once!
When she began to approach my cunt with her mouth, Lucretia behaved as though she might be in a trance. Her eyes were closed, and her breath was being drawn in stabbing, halting gasps.
She swung herself to the top of my body, and began to kiss and gobble over me from between the titties downward and outward. Her hands worked ahead of her mouth, massaging and manipulating.
I relaxed completely and let an indescribable feeling wash over me. Not the scalp-tingling sensation one achieves at the precise moment of orgasm. I was warmed from the marrow of my bones outward, and I felt the insides of my pussy slapping together. The walls were dilating in such a violent manner that there was a physical and meaty slap produced.
When Lucretia was at the top of my pubic hair, I had to exert every ounce of will power and self control at my command to resist the overpowering desire and lust to raise my head and kiss her full in the snatch. Her cunt was an angry looking thing. It had a Fidel Castro goatee of extra long hair growing about the actual hole, and all of this thatch was literally soaked and dripping with the juices of her twat.
Lucretia would have been the greatest piece of ass ever for a man. Her cunt could have easily accommodated the largest and most fearsome cock, and yet, as I later found out, it had a resilience which made it tight for even the biggest peters of the world. But, no cock ever entered those lips of purity. Only the most discriminate female tongues ever got inside, and as well as I got to know Lucretia, she would never permit me to stick my fingers in her cunt.
I.did manage not to lap her pussy. I was not proud of being able to control myself. I was only proud that I had not interrupted that marvelous female in the pursuit of her golden goodies. I knew that she loved eating a pussy, but she had also been eaten by many. It required a rare sort of snatch hung on an exceptional girl to turn Lucretia full on. I knew with satisfaction that I had managed to do it.
Lucretia lifted my backside up slightly, and began to lap about the lips of my snatch. Angus was a cunt licker of rare excellence, but when it came to loving ... I mean loving with tenderness and sweetness ... a cunt, Lucretia was in a class alone. She carefully parted the pubic hair to make certain not one strand of it actually lay in the mouth of my snatch, and then when it was raw and red, and half turned inside out, she drew me close and she kissed it. A long, searching, soul cleaning kiss.
Kissing a pussy was not a carnal act of vulgarity for Lucretia. It was the ultimate expression of her love for the female sexual equipment. Lucretia loved my cunt! It was the expression of her true soul's affection, and I knew how she felt, and my heart leaped out to her.
She continued to kiss me on the pussy until I thought I would go berserk! It was all so sweet and tender, and she had kept her hands carefully away from my asshole. Had it been Angus, he would have been as deep in my bowels as he would have been in my snatch. Lucretia, though, felt that assholes were connected with the animalistic rite of orgasm. Preliminary to that, she was making love, a procedure in which there was no place for assholes, however clean and well attended as mine was.
Tenderness was replaced by insistence and if not a rough dive into muff, it was at least forceful enough for me to realize that the approach was changing, and I was certain I would soon be screaming in climax.
Lucretia began to chew and slobber in ridiculous amounts. Her tongue drove deep into my pussy time after time, and I was rearing up and throwing my body into convulsive spasms. I felt the come sensation gathering, and I tried to bite my asshole together to prolong the delicious agony.
Just as I started to tighten up on my boonie, she slipped two fingers deep in my tailhole, and began to wiggle them in a walking sort of motion.
I blew all over the room. A woman squirts out nothing to mark the achievement of her climax, but I was so carried away that I bucked Lucretia out of my crotch, and thrashed about on the bed, screaming and crying, trying to get her back between my legs.
But she would have none of it. Lucretia had made me come, and in doing so, she had attained her own climax. And she was close enough to a man that she desired only one climax. Thus, when we came, it was all over, at least for then.
"You're wonderful," I croaked. "I love you!"
Lucretia smiled, and, gathering up her clothes she passed into the other room. I hoped she would wait for me.
CHAPTER EIGHT
As I looked at Lucretia in her clothes again, I saw the petite beauty in a new light. She was beautiful, and yet, there was a quality of hardness about her mouth. It appeared that she had known pain or disappointment or both.
She smiled when I came into the room, and exhaling the smoke from a long, apparently foreign cigarette, she asked: "Well, my friend, what do you think now?"
"Lucretia," I began, "I just don't know what to say. You are the best thing that ever happened to me. God, I could go on with it all day!"
"Yes, you probably could," she said, "but you should not. The secret is to do these things only enough to enjoy them, and never enough to be come sated with their goodness."
"Do you think I am a lesbian because I enjoyed it so much?"
"Lesbian is only a word," Lucretia said wisely. "The relationship of a woman with a woman or, for that matter, a man with a man, is no more unnatural or sinful, or harmful than the so called heterosexual activities. Whatever is pleasant and comfortable for each individual is the right way for him or her."
"Oh, I agree," I said, completely turning away from everything that Dilton stood for. "But I guess they just take what is done the most and say that that is natural, and everything else is not."
"Don't you believe that," Lucretia said. "There is more masturbation ... hell, a thousand times over ... than anything else. Yet, read the pious pronouncements of the church people. Boys are supposed to lose their hair, have their teeth fall out, go insane, and at the very least grow a long hair out of the palm of their hands. Girls all know that adolescent acne is primarily caused by masturbation. You know as well as I do that that is a huge clod of unadulterated horseshit!"
"Oh Lucretia, tell me about yourself. Tell me how you learned all these higher truths. There must be millions of women who never will taste the sweets you have given me today. This seems like a crime to me. Is there nothing that can be done?"
Lucretia shrugged elaborately. "A few years ago, when I first discovered that I possess a rare talent, I thought I had to go out and work as a missionary. You know, I tried to induce every girl I could find to allow herself to be seduced just as I have served you today. Of those who did allow me to try, only a small percentage was really enlightened. Most of them, unfortunately lacked the depth and the sensitivity to appreciate the subtleties of woman to woman love.
"Believe me, there were times I wept from sheer frustration. Here I had the salvation for women, and they would not understand. But then I got a deeper understanding of myself. Only a few people are ever able to appreciate the finer things of life.
"When I reached this understanding, then I hoped that I would have the good fortune to meet up with only the five or seven percent who were capable of understanding. Now, I limit myself to those with sufficient intellect to understand that when I eat out a pussy, it is not only a great physical release for me, but a high intellectual stimulation."
I thought I would have to go outside and mop the shit out of my britches. Lucretia was the person I had been looking for all my life. She had power and understanding, and a kindly nature. I knew I had to leave Angus and go to her. Yet, I was obligated to so many. And Lucretia might have many others. But I sucked up my guts and put it to her. "Oh, Lucretia," I said, sliding off the chair where I sat to be on the floor at her feet. "Please ... don't say no ... please, won't you let me come and live with you? Please, I need love and attention from sincere people. You have let me peek in through the door. Now, I want to come inside."
"I believe you," she said simply. "But I must be certain. There are dozens of pretty young girls who want their pussies eaten, but who backslide as soon as a big man cock comes along. You have been getting a lot of cock. And if you're with Angus, I know he has been eating your snatch and even your asshole. He is good. Nobody denies it. What about the next cock? Will you turn it down because you really don't want it, or will you bite your lip and make a super human effort of the will? Only if you are totally happy can you renounce men and take up my way of life."
"Oh, I know I can do it! I want to so much!
"How can you know?" she persisted.
"I would watch you always as an example," I said, meaning it.
"But I am not a true example," she said.
"Why not?"
"Because no man has ever put a cock in me. Never. I have never allowed it even as an experiment. I am not afraid of the comparison," she emphasized, "but I would be untrue to my beliefs even if I tried it once. But I'll choose you if you are really sincere."
"Oh, I am! I am! Oh, please, let me go with you now. I want to learn at once!"
"So you shall," Lucretia said. "I will teach you. But you must be patient, and above all, you must be willing. One day we can be married as truly as anyone can be. We will dedicate ourselves to each other, and that, after all, is true marriage."
Tears b--rimmed on the edges of my eyes. And I was so consumed by my desire for her, and for the sweet purity of life which she talked about, that there was no place in my consideration for any possibility of failure.
"We have a great deal to learn about each other," Lucretia warned. "Let us make no promises other than that we will strive for perfection and enlightenment every day!"
I began to gather up my clothes and personal articles. I heard Angus come in. I had hoped to leave before he got home. I knew there would be a scene, and I did like Angus. He was in the living room with Lucretia when I finally emerged from the bedroom ready to go.
"Bonnie ... Bonnie," he said, walking across the room to take me by the shoulders. "Lucretia has told me, and I'm so happy for you! God, I'll pray that everything works out. I know how you feel. I have been just out of my mind ever since I had it with Thor. He has what I want! Not the story.
Not the franchise to operate a cocksucking clinic. I want him ... he makes me feel fulfilled!"
Well, then I did blubber up and cry. It was all so sweet. Shit! Those mother-fucking righteous sons of bitches down in Dilton had never known anything about real love. They were too busy trying to fuck somebody! Well, I had learned the meaning of life. I truly loved Lucretia.
"We're going now," Lucretia said. "Why don't you bring Thor and come over to my place for a drink or two and a little supper tonight? Frankly, I think we have a good deal to be thankful for, and not a little bit to celebrate!"
Lucretia's apartment was a dream! I loved it, and I was to have a room all to myself. "We don't sleep together," she said. "Our fondling and lovemaking would interfere with our sleep. Then we would not be up to appreciating every wonderful day to its fullest.
My cunt was slavering as soon as I got into her house. I wanted her to eat me again, to kiss me again, to arouse all those feelings which had wrapped my body in ecstasy earlier. She was not unmindful of my wants, nor was she adverse to the idea.
"Listen, Bonnie," she said, patting the sofa beside her to indicate that I was to sit down. Now, if you are ready again, let us get naked. You have a great deal to learn, and there is no time like now!"
God, my hands were trembling as I fumbled with my clothes. She was gorgeously naked. I finally pulled the last offending button off my blouse and dumped everything else in a disheveled pile on the living room floor. Following Lucretia, I went into the bedroom. She had a queensize bed, covered with a canopy.
Lucretia hurled herself onto the bed, and lay with her legs flung apart to reveal the delicate pinkness of the inside of her snatch. I could see that her clit was rising, and my own was the consistency of granite.
"Now, Bonnie, you must be truthful with me. Have you ever eaten a pussy before?"
"No, I never knew about how ... "
She held up a hand. "You don't need to apologize. I know that you have been uninstructed. Here, get down and look up into my cunt." I did as she asked. "Do you see the clitoris? Well, this is an important piece of equipment. It is the true love muscle. It must be stimulated in the most careful way. A girl can bring another to orgasm by simply licking the clit. But this is only a halfway measure, and fails to raise the emotional heat of the one being eaten.
"Now, pull your lips back over your teeth ... uh, huh, that's right: Never, ever let your teeth touch a clit! That is a sacrilege. Cover your teeth now, and fix your mouth over my clit. Bite on it very gently. I know this is not the correct order of things, but you must be instructed on the clit be fore you go further. All clit-chewing is done with the teeth, and you must know how or you may bite it and cause injury."
I simply hid my teeth behind my lips, and fastened onto her clitoris. It was so big and juicy that I was almost overcome. My own cunt was burning, and I was afraid I would cooze all over the bedspread.
I rolled her hard clit between my teeth, and although I had not been told to do so, I flicked out my tongue and began to lick her hard hang-down with a furious pace. The hunch of her ass told me without question that I was turning her on. I felt her hands on the back of my neck, urging me deeper into her woolly crotch. I was afraid to turn loose of her clit, and yet there was a higher power which seemed to guide me. After I had licked it really thoroughly, and she was rolling my head about with her hands, I released the clit, and made an effort to kiss her in the pussy, much in the same manner that she had done to me.
Boy! Did I learn something damn fast! When I puckered my lips and kissed up inside her twat, I felt the distinct bite of her cunt lips and she could make the sides of her pussy tremble. She made the lips of her pussy wiggle. She could kiss back with her pussy just as the ordinary person can kiss back with his mouth. Kissing her pussy beat kissing all the men I had ever seen.
I rammed my tongue up her pussy as far as I could. I must have been doing the right thing, because Lucretia continued to pull me close and deeper into her crotch with her hands behind my head. I could not see. I was buried in the depths of her twat, and I had fine spun pubic growth all over my face.
When I burrowed into her pussy at first, her legs were spread wide apart, but I felt a slight stirring which told me she had moved her right leg slightly back toward center. I knew what to do. I raised my own left leg, and pulled her right one under me. Then I had the soft firmness of her leg right against my cunt. I nuzzled into her pussy some more, and wondered if the prohibition of fingers up her cunt also applied to her asshole.
Surely a finger up her asshole would be the best thing to help her along. I devoutly wished that I was in some position other than face down in her crotch, for she could not reach any of my really tingling parts with either her mouth or her hands. Yet, I was afraid to move lest I fuck up the whole detail.
I kissed and licked, and Lucretia was so hot I could smell the hair on her pussy smoldering. She was responding to me, and I had now acquired skill in the art of girl to girl love.
But I had lived with Archie long enough to know the sweet meat lying on the inside of an asshole. I decided that I was going to probe up her tailpipe. Lucretia had not hesitated to shove her delightful fingers up my ass, and, By God, I could do no less!
"OOOOOhhhhh!" she screamed, lurching upward and twisting her body as I drove my middle finger up her asshole. I was able to keep my mouth on her cunt, and not lose my position. Lucretia slammed her hands down against the bed. "Oh, pull it out! No! No! Don't pull it out. Oh, please, kiss my cunt some more, and wiggle that finger in my asshole! Oooooh! Put another finger up there! Oh, yes. Jesus! Oh yes! Wiggle the fingers together! Ah! Uh! Ugh! Kiss my cunt! Oh switch around here. Get sixty nine. Hurry. Don't let your hand get out of my ass. Keep it going. Turn ... yeah, oh that's right!"
I swung my body around, barely breaking the sublime kiss I was planting on her twat. I also managed to keep both fingers ploughing vigorously up her asshole. She was a raving, raging woman in ecstasy. As soon as she could reach me, she slammed her mouth over my cunt, and she did not kiss as before. She sucked!
Lucretia was able to reach up inside the snatch canal and pull a chunk of that tenderest of all flesh right into her mouth. Then, with her chin working against my hardened clit, she loosed her tongue onto the inside of my pussy. You might think she pulled my hairs, or in some other way caused me pain. But she did not. She ate me with gusto and with tenderness, and not once did I experience anything but the white heat of great passion. We were going to come. I didn't want to start coming before she did.
At the moment Lucretia blew, she clamped her legs together, and I was thankful to God I didn't have on my reading glasses. They would certainly have been smashed! My face and my titties was just awash with the cunt-drippings which Lucretia had put out. I knew that my cunt was as well lubricated as it had ever been, and all it had to take was a tongue! But Lucretia's tongue was the ultimate. I thought it eclipsed all the cocks that had ever been inside my cunt. I was beginning to think of men in the most unsavory terms. Goddam bastards with all that hair, and those fucking scratchy beards. How much better to put one's face into the delicate softness of Lucretia's cunt!
When the last orgasmic shudder had left her body, Lucretia disengaged herself. She pulled her mouth off my cunt, but I had to have her cunt pulled away from my mouth. I was so hot, I would have gladly eaten her continuously for at least a couple of hours more. But her rule was come and rest, and she observed it.
"I apologize," she said with a slight smile. "I started out to teach you some basics, and allowed myself to become overpowered by passion. I'm amazed that you have not experimented with other girls in the past."
"In the town I come from," I explained, "no body ever thought of it. And if anybody did, they would be afraid to try it."
Lucretia smiled again. "They'll try it! However crudely they do it, they always like it. Then, that really scares the crap out of them. They're afraid they are perverted. They might, God forbid, be a lesbian. So they spend the rest of their miserable lives fighting their impulses down, and doing a nightly trick in bed with an uncouth and frequently unclean man whom they rightly and roundly hate!"
I pondered that for a while as we both made our way to the bathroom. She showed me the shower, and no sooner was I under its fine, hot, needle point spray than the door opened, and Lucretia joined me.
"While we do not sleep together, we always bathe together," she said. "In this manner, you will dispose of all the love potions which have leaked out of my pussy because of your lovemaking. Since you produced them, it is nice for you to wash them off. And I like to feel the gentle touch of your hand on my cunt. You will like mine, too. This is not the place ever to try to arouse one another. It is a place for self-examination, denial of the cock, and rededication to the need for women to look after women."
Then she kissed me, slid her leg between mine, and flared her tongue into my mouth. Hell I was ready again!
CHAPTER NINE
While we were laying out her silver and setting the table in expectation of Thor and Angus' coming to supper, I began to try to understand something about Lucretia.
"You know," I said, "I never even asked your last name."
"I don't have one," she said matter-of-factly. "My name is Lucretia, just like Liberace is Liberace. I dropped the other, Wojehowicz, a long time ago."
"Lucretia, tell me how it is that you have such an understanding. When you were a teenager, didn't boys take you out and try to get into your pants?"
"Yes, they did!"
"Well, how did you manage to turn them all down? You didn't know then. You couldn't have!"
"Well, I did and I didn't," she said. "I was a pretty girl, and extremely well developed for my age. By the time I was twelve, I had really swinging boobs, and my ass was rounded just as you see it now. Of course the boys wanted to put their filthy hands on me. I soon discouraged the bolder ones by simply kicking one right in the balls at a school recess. That had a two-sided effect. It showed them that I wasn't gonna be pawed over, but it also confirmed my knowledge of balls. So, they figured I could be had!"
"But you never were?"
"Never. Oh, I didn't know I was altogether attracted to girls, but I did know that in the showers when we had gym class, I was drawn by the girls who had the pretty titties, and the nice figures. I knew that I wanted very much to put my hands on them. So, one day in the shower room I was all by myself with the teacher. She was twenty-three or so, and she had one of those fresh, sweet bodies. I was only twelve, but I wanted desperately to feel her titties. I just walked over to her, and very gently I took her breasts in my two hands. Her nipples jumped up hard at once, and I pressed my face between them.
"The teacher was surprised, but she pulled me in very close to her, and began to kiss me with a great deal of passion. As ignorant as I was, I kissed her back, and I will never forget the hot fire that burned through my body when she touched the lips of my little pussy with her fingers. I jumped up in her lap, and we went right at it. I fingered her, and while my cunt was too tight to admit her finger, it sure did feel good when she stroked it. Well, after that, I was a hell of a lot bolder in the shower. If the teacher liked to have her pussy played with by a girl, then I figured she wouldn't do much if somebody told on me for asking. Then, from time to time, the teacher and I got together."
"What ever happened to her?"
"She married a damn football player with a seven-inch whang, and now she's an old woman, or at least looks like one. Poor thing, I feel sorry for her, but I wouldn't touch her now."
"What about boys?"
"Well, you know they're pretty dumb to begin with," Lucretia said. "They think because they got a cock, there is something superior in their make up. But men are nature's stupidest animals. Whatever it took to make a cock and a pair of balls had to come out of the brain cavity.
"When I was fourteen, I finally accepted a date with a really handsome boy. He was really pretty."
"If I had ever been going to screw a male animal, this one would have been the one. He was fair, hairless on his body, and had no beard. Had it not been for those disgusting balls and that cock, he could have been a girl! So we went out, and before long, we were parked on some lonely road.
"Well, he pulled me across the seat up next to him, and I sort of nestled in close, so he kissed me. I got turned on a little and I kissed him back and shot him my tongue. He responded" and we were going at it hot and heavy. I was hot, and he was panting and gasping, and I thought maybe boys weren't too bad. Then he started to feel around my titties. This was all right, except he was so damn clumsy, and so foolishly scared. I was willing to take my titties out bare so he could love them, but he was such a nitwit. He kept trying to shove his hands down inside my bra, and it was too tight for that! I finally got pissed and made him quit. But he reached up my dress, and there he was better.
"He slid his hand along my upper leg, and I opened my legs to where he could get hold of my pussy. He rubbed and rubbed it through my pants until I decided he wasn't going inside. So, I reached up there and pulled the crotch cover of my panties aside and he was right on top of my pussy. He figured that if I was going to help him get into my pussy, he ought to help me. So he unzipped his pants, and whipped his cock out. It wasn't really full grown....I guess maybe it was four and a half or five inches. And it was bone dry! No juice. I remember it well, because it was the first and last cock I ever handled. He put my hand on it, and tried to show me how to slide his foreskin up and down.
T didn't like it much, but I decided to go along. He was making me hot, and I didn't particularly want him to quit. I was jacking him pretty good, and he even managed to spew up a little wetness. But as I beat him harder, I discovered that his balls were also outside his pants. I had never had a chance to examine any balls, so I stopped beating his meat, and reached down to feel of his bag and cods. Jesus Christ! The damn things were cold and clammy. Felt like dog turd. I didn't like it.
"To make it even worse, just as I was repulsed by his balls, he tried to stick his finger in my cunt. Can you imagine the gall of the cocksucker? Trying to violate my pussy hole with his grubby finger! I jerked my hand off his cock and slapped the living shit out of him. Then I burst into tears and told him to take me home. He didn't even bother to put his dick back in his pants, and I watched it shrivel up to nothing as we drove home. Ugh! Cold clammy balls! Makes me want to puke!"
I figured she got ahold of a bad set of balls. The ones I had been around had all been hot as blue blazes. "What ever happened to the boy?"
"We became really good friends in later years,"
Lucretia said. "He was homosexual. All he was doing out there with me was trying to prove that the cocks he had been sucking and enjoying were really not what he wanted. But he proved just the opposite. He wanted a cock, and I didn't. He was working as an industrial counselor, and was able to blow just about all the men in the company where he worked. He had turned two or three guys to sucking dicks exclusively. That's really commendable."
"Thor and Angus will be here soon," I said. "What sort of evening will we have? Uh, I mean, well ... will we get down and all four go at it?"
"Together?" Lucretia was aghast.
"Well, I had thought...."
The echo of her remark had hardly died when there was a noise at the door, and when it was opened, there stood Thor and Angus, holding hands. Lucretia welcomed them with a smile.
"Come on in, fellows. Hey, you seem to be really wrapped up in each other."
"We are," Angus said, laughing a little shyly.
"You know, Thor," she said, "I never thought you'd do it. I never would have believed that you are settling down to one man on the basis of true attraction."
Thor accepted his drink and set it on the table. "Well, we learn something every day. When I got Angus's dong down my throat, I realized what it was to be in love."
Lucretia nodded wisely.
I didn't know what the hell to say. Actually, I felt a little embarrassed. Shit! Two days before I was shacked up and fucking along with Angus like any girl would be expected to do if she were to make a success as a model. Then the whole world went upside down. I was a sure enough lezzie, and Al had turned queer, and we were at an intimate little gathering with our new homosexual consorts.
We all talked about the football games, and the elections, and the war, and all the crap that people fill an evening with. Thor, it seemed to me, had something on his mind. "Look, Lucretia, you know if it hadn't been for me ... and earlier, Angus ... you two would never have got together. Right?"
"Yeah, that's right."
"Okay, well now I got a favor to ask, and I don't want to hear anything but yes. But with your help, I can get enough money in one day to finance my whole clinic operation. I won't have to sell out to anybody. I can own it all if you'll just help me out."
"What do you mean? If you are suggesting that I sell out my own character, it will have to be 'no' whether you want to hear it or not!"
"Wait 'til you hear it all," he said. "Archie ... you know the photographer ... well, he has got up with a private motion picture producer. The guy wants to make a film. Now, Lucretia, if you'll be in it, and lend your name and reputation to it, we can make it a hundred thousand dollar deal and I can build my clinics."
"Now, wait a minute," she said. "If some asshole thinks he is going to capitalize on my name with a sensational film where I fuck a man, he's full of shit. It is simply out of the question. Besides, I hate men with their rusty old cocks. I wouldn't fuck you, Thor!"
He laughed delightedly. "Hell, I wouldn't fuck you with a vaccinated com cob," he said. "Nobody is talking about your fucking a man. I'm talking about you appearing with Bonnie in a real, thorough cunt-lapping before the color cameras. Think how much this might influence the girls you might want to help."
"But what else?"
"Make it a four-way deal with me and Angus. That's all. Just a four-way deal. All of us thrashing about in a king sized bed. Would that be too much?"
"Out of the question!...."
"Wait! I'm appealing to you as a friend, a compatriot, one who understands. Don't you see that this is my chance? Oh, come on, Lucretia, ... Help me!"
She wavered. I knew Lucretia wanted to help her old friend, but like she said, an orgy involving men was almost like fucking one.
Angus said. "You'd be striking a blow against every heterosexual relationship in the world."
"All right! I'll do it," she said. "I'll do it. Goddam, I guess as long as it isn't involving a man and a girl together ... okay. I'll do it!"
Thor looked at me. "And you, Bonnie?"
"Anything Lucretia says," I said.
When we lay in bed that night, each of us with a tongue lazily licking about the other's crotch, Lucretia spoke up from the hollow between my legs. "You know," she said, "one day, there will be no more man-woman fucking. It will be wiped off the face of the earth."
I jerked my tongue out of her twat. "But how will there be any babies to keep the race going?"
"Having a baby is too sickening a thought even to hold for a second," she said. "But I guess we can take some of the dull, fat broads in the world and fix them with artificial insemination. Somehow we can work it out. Besides, I think it would be better for the race to perish than to perpetuate itself with ... ugh ... fucking!"
That night after we dropped off to sleep, I had the damndest dream! I was running naked across an endless plain. I seemed to be hurrying toward nowhere, and suddenly Paul appeared on the horizon. He was stark naked, except on his chest was tattooed a giant "D." I assumed this stood for Dilton and when I saw it, I was homesick and wanted to go back to my Mama.
Paul ran toward me, and I ran toward him. Our arms were outstretched and as he ran, I could see his dick, hard as steel, forging out in front of him. As soon as I saw that he had a hard-on, my pussy began to tingle, and I knew that I wanted that piece of liver meat. He took me into his arms, crushing me against the hardness of his chest. Oh, how great it was to be held against him. I could feel his tool. Oh, it was delicious, sliding up and down between my legs, and poking into the deep recesses of my crotch. The end of his dream cock was blunt but smooth. It had the feeling of quick silver about it, and as we smothered each other with passion-filled kisses, I wanted him to stick it in me.
Slowly, almost in slow motion it was, we sank to the surface. Paul threw his right leg over me, and pushed his tool in between my legs. My boobies were so swollen and heavy. I arched my back, trying to reach out and touch the nipples against the warmth of his chest. We continued to kiss, more and more passionately. His tongue slapped about in my mouth, and I was trying so hard to get by the invasion so I could get my own tongue into his mouth. Jesus, I was hot! And Paul's cock was growing all the time!
Not like a dick grows from soft to hard. But I mean after it was hard, it continued to expand both in length and circumference. I could feel it growing in my crotch, and suddenly a chill wind seemed to blow over us, and I was wracked by a fear that he would try to stick his tool into me.
Yet, I offered no resistance when Paul rolled me over on my back and elevated my legs over his shoulders. Jesus, his cock had grown to be as big around as a stove pipe, and it was raw and angry-looking with great globs of jizm dripping off the end. "Spread your legs wide," he said. 'I'm gonna split your queer cunt wide open."
"No! No! Don't," I was pleading, trying to push him away. , But he laughed with a cruel laugh, and somehow parted the lips of my pussy enough to point the head of his monster cock into the hole. I knew I could not take it, but my pleas were falling on deaf and unsympathetic ears. "I'll split the lesbian out of you!" he cried. He fell heavily forward, plunging his tool into my pussy. The flesh tore, and blood began to flow. I saw that I was ripped apart all the way from my navel to my asshole. My guts were spilling out. Shit thundered from my rectum to mix itself with the entrails, and Paul was laughing and digging his cock deeper. I knew I was going to die. It hurt so much. Jesus, why did he have to kill me with a cock? Then I screamed as loudly and as piercingly as I could.
Lucretia was there. She had her left hand up my cunt, almost past her wrist. Not her finger. Her whole Goddam hand! There was some bleeding. Jesus, I had been split ... if not from navel to asshole ... at least in that direction.
"Great God!" I gasped. "What the hell are you doing? You don't even want a finger up you, and look what you have done to me!"
"It was necessary," she said. "It had to be done."
I seized her about the upper wrist and wrenched her hand out of my box. "What the hell are you talking about? Why did it have to be done? You've ruined my pussy!"
"Only for cocks," she said. "Don't you see? I had to do it."
"No, I don't," I said a little warmly. "I don't have to have my pussy totally ripped out to keep cocks out of it."
"Not today," she said, bending to lick the blood off my pussy, and swallowing it. "But what about later? You may not have the will to resist. Remember, you have tasted the meat of a man. It is like a poison. It spreads through your whole system. It may rise up to take you back years after you have given up cocks. If your cunt is split, then you won't be able to accommodate any dick no matter how much you might want to. That's the reason I tore your cunt. Now you are safe, even from your own weakness."
My snatch was killing me. I felt like everything in my insides was torn loose, and what's more I was mad ... What right did she have to tear up my cunt? I suddenly decided that all she had been saying and all that I had been believing was a crock of shit, and that she was just a lezzie asshole who was trying to shut out fucking so she could get more women. I hated her. I certainly didn't appreciate her high handed destruction of my pussy. I was ready to beat the shit out of her. Then I had a flash of genius. And a diabolical plan swept through my mind. I would get even.
"All right," I said. "I understand. But I just wish you had had more confidence in me. Since I don't need to take any peters, it doesn't matter about my cunt. But nobody likes to be hurt!"
"Oh, my poor baby," she cooed. "Come here, and I'll make it well."
She spread my legs and I winced, but I will admit, even now, that when she fixed her soothing tongue to my wounds, not even the lapping sound as she swallowed up the blood kept me from being slightly mollified. After all, she was making it feel better, and I had a plan to fuck her up completely.
Lucretia sucked on my asshole until I disgorged a small turd right into her mouth. It was absolutely the most disgusting thing I ever saw or heard of. And the very worst part about it was that she swallowed the damned thing like a fucking fish snapping up on a lure. Jesus Christ! Can you imagine the sick, perverted bitch actually eating shit right out of my asshole? Then, after nearly turning my stomach with that little caper, she had the guts to want to kiss me again right on the mouth. Goddam, I moved the hell away from that Her breath smelled like a manure pile, and even though it was my shit, I sure as hell wasn't about to eat any of it second hand.
But I didn't make a federal case out of it. Hell no! I just eased away, trying not to gag right in her face. "Don't do any more to me," I begged. "You have made such wonderful love to me that I am limp and about to faint! I really can't stand it anymore. Please!"
This seemed to please her. "See what I told you?" she chortled. "When we work it right, we don't need any damn man alive. Down with cocks!"
"You sound like a politician or a revival preacher.
"I guess I'm a little of both," she said. .
I decided to steer the conversation to the upcoming orgy with Angus and Thor. "How will we do with the orgy? I mean, I won't know what to do nor when. Are these things planned somehow?"
"Planned," she answered firmly. "Well, how ... ?"
"You'll see," she said, wiping her ass and snatch hole off on the sheet. "If Archie does the photography, we will have tapes on the bed to mark the boundaries of the shot. We have to confine all activity inside those taped areas, or we will flop away from where the camera is aimed. Then, of course, there will be a choreographer. Every last move will be carefully planned. And believe me, making a fuck film of high quality is more of a challenge than for Olivier to play Hamlet."
"How is that?"
"Hell, an actor can rehearse his part until he has it letter perfect. You know, he can walk through the staging over and over, and say his lines. But in a fuck film, you got to do it right the first time. Hell, the guys would never be able to keep a hard-on long enough for a run through and then a performance. We will, of course, have a simple rehearsal."
"What's the difference between a rehearsal and a performance?" I asked.
"They're the same," Lucretia said. "Except at a rehearsal, nobody comes!"
"Lucretia," I said, when I was dressed, and getting ready to go. "I'm sure that when we get through with the orgy filming that you will be fulfilled as you never have before."
She looked at me curiously.
CHAPTER TEN
Thor and Angus were resting after lunch in the living room at Angus' apartment.
"Think of it, Angus!" he said for the tenth time. "Think how many cocksuckers we can turn loose on the world in a single year! This is the moment in history that all the dick lickers have sought and dreamed about since the beginning of time. Cocksucking finally elevated to its rightful place among the noblest pursuits of man!"
Angus was intensely interested in the money he expected to make as partner, and he had already written the first of three parts on Thor for his magazine. Thor had been a reluctant and difficult catch to make for an interview, but now that he had tasted Angus' cock, and had, in turn, been blown by Angus, ... well, he was trying to eat up the meat almost constantly.
The blob of prowd flesh which distinguished the head of Angus' tool was untra-sensitive, and felt as though it had been bruised and torn loose from its moorings. Angus was hopeful that Thor's anticipation of the orgy and the resulting money flood would keep the master mouther occupied and divert his mind from sucking at least for the remainder of the day.
Thor was pacing the floor, waving his arms as he declaimed on the future. "I'm going to establish degrees of cocksucking just like they have in the orient for Karate. Yessir! Imagine the prestige that will go with a ten inch degree."
"A ten inch degree! What the hell will that be?"
"The ten inch degree will be the ability to take a ten-inch cock down the throat and milk it off with the pulsations of the larynx. Then, without letting the dick escape, the master cocksucker will be able to swallow the come, and shout 'Jesus Saves!' three times in rapid succession."
Angus thought Thor had gone out of his bird. "Why the hell would a master ten-inch degree cocksucker scream 'Jesus Save!'?"
"You see, you don't get the subtlety of it. Most of the religious nuts in the world are hung up that way because they are cocksuckers at heart. They want to suck a dick, and they lack the freedom to do it. If we incorporate a little religion into the rites of our order, then we get 'em ready made.
Angus was beginning to think Thor was full of shit. He accepted the probability that a lot of timid cocksuckers could find boldness to practice their inclination, and do it well. But a worldwide revolution, based on dick diddling ... well, he wasn't convinced.
Thor was excited as he paced and talked, and the higher his voice climbed and the wilder his fancies soared, the harder his dick grew in his pants. By God, he had talked himself into heat!
"Angus! Angus!" he cried, bringing himself to a sudden halt in the middle of the room. "Quick, ... here, suck my cock! Oh, I am so hot! I have just got to have a blow job. Here! Hurry!"
Angus was tired. He had sucked Thor, well shit ... he had lost count of the times. His jaw ached, and he felt a little queasy in the stomach. Cooze oil can upset anyone's digestion. This did not seem to apply to Thor whose gastric capacity for male sperm seemed to be unlimited. Angus was afraid he would throw up if Thor shot off down his throat one more time.
"Oh, come on," he said. "I'm tired. My jaws ache. My tongue is worn out. I can't suck you again today. We got to save up until the orgy film tomorrow."
A cloud crossed Thor's brow. He already had his swollen, dripping dick out of his pants, and was offering it to Angus. He had never been turned down, and he wasn't about to accept it from a man with whom he planned to dominate the worldwide cocksucking activities of the entire human race.
"Open your mouth," he ordered harshly. "Goddam it! I need to have my cock sucked, and when I need it, you got to take it. You must learn to push yourself. Just when you think you cannot suck one more time, if you drive yourself and if you steel your will, you'll find that the power will come to you. Now Suck!"
He grasped Angus behind the head, and with his other hand, he rammed his rigid tool against Angus' lips. It was a matter of suck or fight. Wearily, then, he allowed his mouth to open, and the slimy, slippery whang slid silently into the back of his throat. He gagged slightly, and the spasms of his throat brought a groan from Thor, and Angus felt himself being forced back into a lying position on the couch.
Thor was on his knees, straddling Angus' head. His hands were on the arm of the sofa, and he rode as high as he could as he poured the prick into Angus' open mouth. Thor did not object to teeth on his cock as long as they were not tightly held and as long as they did not strike the head. He had inserted his meat deep enough to prevent any contact with Angus' teeth, and he ploughed the head of his cock into the soft flesh of Angus' throat.
Everybody who has ever sucked a dick knows that while the initial shock is sometimes startling, once the tool is seated properly and the motion, either by the suckee or the suckor, is established and the timing adjusted, certainly there is a stimulation which runs from the receiving mouth into the crotch and balls of the suckor. Angus had been unwilling at the start, but as the heavy laden meat pounded in his oral cavity, he began to feel a stirring in his cock, and he knew that sore or not, his tool was rising. He also knew that it would not simply rise up and go down. It would have to have proper attention. That Thor would be ready to go down on it, he was certain.
Thor understood the relationship between a man's mouth and his tool better than perhaps anyone else in the world. He could tell from the pressure and milking action within Angus' mouth exactly when the dick between Angus' legs would be fully erected. Then, as he continued to fuck Angus in the mouth, he reached behind him and pulled Angus' hard whang out of his pants. The touch of the meat, the feeling of that blob of foreskin on the side electrified Thor, and made Angus begin to hunch his hips slightly. He also began to sweep his tongue over the head of Thor's tool in a figure eight motion.
Thor was in a quandary. He knew that he had let his passion override his judgment. Otherwise, he would not have allowed himself to be in the impossible position of straddling Angus' head, and reaching behind his own back to play with Angus' cock. There was no way he could suck Angus without pulling his jock away from the hot mouth. There was no way he could guide Angus' cock up his asshole because they were both fully dressed. And Thor considered jacking anyone off a sacrilege of unforgivable proportions. In his view, a man was, at birth, allowed a given number of erections to be used during his lifetime. If one was wasted, it was forever lost. Therefore, every hard dick had to be sucked!
But Thor was also a stickler for the observance of his own rule that once a dick is in the mouth, it must not be disturbed other than to lop the cods beneath it, until it had spouted its load. If he turned around to get in the sixty-nine position, he would have to remove his cock. What the hell was he going to do?
Angus saved the day. When his dick got hot, and he felt the urgent need for it to be sucked, he simply pushed Thor off onto the floor, and jerking his pants off as he got up, prepared to engage in a duet on. the meat flute. Once his cock was wrenched out of Angus' mouth, Thor wasted not a second in stripping himself naked. He hurled himself upon Angus just as the latter stretched out on the floor.
They rolled about in reckless abandon. Thor was gobbling Angus, and swiftly alternating between the hot meat of his cock and the tightly drawn tenseness of his balls. Thor loved to feel the smooth flow of one ball over the other as he tumbled them about with his tongue. It was, in his opinion, one of God's perfect creations ... this mobility of the testicles within the sacred sack. The wrinkles of a ball bag were to Thor, miracles of minute wonder. The swinging of balls and their close snuggle to the body when the scrotum tightened, were equally appealing to him. Sometimes he had come across balls which were so large as to preclude his ingesting them both at the same time. In these circumstances, Thor achieved a mini-orgasm without spilling his sperm. To have one giant cod in his mouth, and to feel another rising and filling over his chin was an inexpressable delight.
Thor slobbered wetly over Angus' tool and down between his legs. Oh, God, there was an area which surely must be akin to the golden streets of heaven! A cock ran only to the surface of a man's belly. At least, that was as far as Thor could pursue it in trying to eat it down his gullet. But when he let his passionate tongue travel deep in between a man's legs, he could feel the pulsating hardness all the way back to the asshole. What was it, he always wondered, that ran between a man's legs. Was it an extension of his tool! Did the solid, round meat of a dong actually spring from some dark, unbidden place of seclusion deep within the rectum? Or was the wonder of a dick seen for all it was on the outside, and the hardness between the legs only a trapped pool of erective blood backing up the concrete qualities of the petrified penis?
These things were on Thor's mind as he savored the goodness of Angus' crotch. Angus, meanwhile, was giving Thor a blow job with all of his remaining strength. He had learned to suck a dick and to suck it rather well. But where Thor was motivated by sheer lust and carnal appetite, Angus was driven by his greed for a physical union with Thor.
Angus realized as well as anyone that there was an extension of his hardness which ran between his legs to the opening of his rectum. He could feel this pronounced swelling in Thor. Yet, he was not overly excited by it. He did not suffer a consuming desire to eat it. He sucked the cock with a certain mechanical percision which would, in time, produce an orgasm. But Thor sucked it with love. It was the difference between a semi-skilled craftsman and a true artist.
One of Thor's lifelong regrets was his inability to suck his own dick. In his youth, he had disjointed his neck in the attempt, and he was required to wear an orthopedic collar for several weeks. Then he sought the advice and training of a circus performer. But because of the previous injury to his neck, Thor could not be trained in the contortions necessary to the sucking of one's own cock! When the realization sank in that he would never be able to enjoy the world's best blow job, he was overwhelmed with emotion. He would not have needed another living soul. In Angus, Thor thought he had discovered a partner who, with intensive training and infinite patience, might be taught to suck as Thor alone could do it. Then the ultimate in mouth fucking could be his. And Thor was willing to wait.
Angus eased a finger up Thor's ass, and Thor sighed a great shudder of pleasure and contentment. The creeping little pricks of delicious ecstasy began to spread from the head of his cock back through his rectal area. His eyelids, lightly closed, seemed to flutter as wave after wave of good feeling washed over him. Thor loved that finger in his asshole. It was like a baby with a teething ring. It gave the puckered lips of his bunghole something upon which they could bite. Closing the asshole and keeping it tight is an essential in delaying one's come. Thor could slam his asshole as tight as anybody, but he could keep the come away forever with that finger to bite on.
He loved to feel the coarse hairs of Angus' thighs rasping on his cheeks. To Thor, the hard muscled legs, the heaving belly covered in a thatch of pubic hair, and the manly smell of a male asshole all added up to the supreme stimulation a man could desire or endure. He also enjoyed running his hands over the craggy hardness of Angus' buttocks.
As Angus sucked, Thor was carried up and away. He was completely relaxed from the waist down. This was essential if he was to blow his load to his fullest. To tighten one's muscles while being sucked was to divert a major portion of the feeling. Total relaxation made it easy to get the feeling all over. Boys who jack off and hold their muscles tense in order to speed their ejaculation are wasting their substance. Thor learned this in his pre-puberty play behind his father's garage. Before he ever tasted the sweetness of an erected cock, or ever heard of anyone else doing it, he allowed other youngsters in the neighborhood to play with his mini-penis. It was by sheer accident that he discovered the principle of relaxed climax. He had practiced it all of his life since he was five.
But in sucking while being sucked, Thor had achieved a further and keener refinement of the principle. He had to work at sucking a dick. So he had acquired the ability to use his body from the waist up, and to keep his lower regions as much in repose as if he had been asleep. Angus could not do this, and he was thus unable to achieve the supreme feeling of the relaxed orgasm. He was, however, attuned to the music of the swishing tongue lashing over the sensitive head of his tool, and he was ready to come long before Thor was willing to abandon the sweet fragrance of the sweaty crotch into which he had poured himself for the third time that day.
After a man has blown his nuts twice in a single day, following five times the day previous, he begins to experience difficulties in reaching the come-spurting climax. But both Thor and Angus brought each other to a climax, and each of them fired a bolt of jizm into the other's throat. They had to swallow twice in quick succession in order to prevent any of the precious glop from being spilled. When the loads were fired, and the come was swallowed, Angus jerked his finger out of Thor's ass and was trying to pull his head from between Thor's legs. It was a premature move. Thor, whose asshole had been biting firmly on Angus' finger was suddenly faced with the disconcerting reality of having the stopper jerked out of his rectum. In his excitement he felt the downward rush of fecal matter pouring toward his anal opening. Madly, he tried to close the gaping hole. Seeing that he could not squeeze it together tight enough without a finger to assist him, he hoped in a fervent way that God would be merciful and that he might escape by letting a moderately smelly fart. Thor did not escape with even the rankest sort of fart.
He shit!
It was a gooey sort of excretion which splattered out in a gusty green to cover Angus' face and dribble down on his chest. Angus held him self rigid and in position. Then, with a piercing cry, he leaped up, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, and sputtering as he tried vainly to spit before the rancid taste of pure shit penetrated his mouth. Angus was fucking well pissed off. And he opened his mouth to express his displeasure, when the expression on Thor's face stopped him cold.
There are codes of conduct and boundaries of freedom even for cocksuckers, and nowhere is there any greater breach of etiquette than to fart in the act of sucking. To actually shit ... well, it was completely beyond the pale. Thor had never even heard of any professional cocksucker who had so disgraced himself. And there he was, the number one dick lapper of the country ... maybe of the world ... and he had just dumped a load of shit in Angus' face!
"Great God, Angus," he begged. "Forgive me! God Almighty! I never ... oh, I am just sick!"
Angus bit his tongue and choked back a nasty string of invectives. All at once, he knew that he had Thor right by the balls. There would be no minor partnership role for him in the nationwide chain of cocksucking clinics. He would be at least an equal shareholder, and he might demand the majority of the company. Thor would be through if Angus ever told anybody about the fecal blast. Thor was begging. He dropped on his knees and clasped his hands in front of him in an attitude of prayer and supplication.
Angus looked down at him and was torn between a desire to laugh uproariously or to spit in his face. The miserable son of a bitch was nothing but a Goddam queer who had enough bullshit about him to sell the world on his particular talent.
"Oh, get up!" he said irritably. "It's okay. Jesus Christ, you'd think the world had ended. Forget it! But from now on, I'm running the show and you're gonna do exactly like I tell you. Understand?"
"And you swear on the Bible that you'll keep it a secret?"
"On the Bible or the Sears Roebuck catalogue or anything else you want me to. Just as long as we're partners and you remember who is boss!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Archie was as nervous as a whore on communion Sunday. Goddam, he had waited his whole life for a chance to film something with some heavy money attached to it, and at last, he was to get the chance.
Archie stood away from the set and looked at the lighting through squinted eyes. He wanted to be absolutely certain that a zoom shot up under a pair of swinging balls, would not produce a shadow which might obscure the mouth which was eating the cock hanging above the balls. The bastards who watched fuck films never would appreciate all the technical excellence which was poured into each production. Finally, Archie was satisfied, and he nervously checked his watch.
Archie walked over to the corner of the room outside the circle of bright lights and lowered the glare with a turn of a fader fastened on the wall. Then, with a hurried backward look over his left shoulder, he dropped his pants to his knees. He unsnapped the waist of his shorts. Sucking in his stomach, and leaning slightly forward, he made a careful inspection of his privates. His tool was longer than average, but because it was also much smaller in circumference, it appeared to be more snake like than it actually was. But Archie was not concerned with the physical aspects of his tool. He was worried about its becoming erected during the shooting.
Gregory Atkins had been damned well explicit in his instructions. "You cannot get involved in the erotic appeal of what you are photographing," he warned. "If an extra hard-on appears, one of those in the scene may see it, and become interested in it. That could mean disinterest in the orgy. It could screw up the whole works. So remember: No hard-on!"
Archie had been having a semi-hard on all day setting the lights. Jesus, two females eating each other, and two heavy hung men gobbling in the canyons ... Whew! Archie was scared shitless he might screw up the whole works. His tool was sensitive to his touch, and he decided he must make some restraining equipment. But how? Well, it wouldn't be too difficult to tie the damn thing down. Just take a strip of cloth and lash the damn thing to his leg. Then he began to tie his cock to his leg.
He pushed his dick downward and as he did so, he rubbed his hand against the heavy meat of the back of the head. Being circumcised, Archie had no protection from the assault of his own hand, and before he could make the first loop around his leg and dick, his cock was halfway up and rising. In dismay, he looked as the head grew red and bulbous, and the shaft began to stretch and extend itself. He took a deep breath, and thumped his cock vigorously right on the head.
God damn! That hurt! But it failed to have the desired effect. Archie had always heard that if you got a hard-on while an Army doctor was pawing over your penis, the medic would remedy the problem by thumping the offending cock smartly on the head.
Holy shit! He was in a hell of a spot. Gregory Atkins was expected in less than fifteen minutes, and the four members of the orgy cast would be along about five or ten minutes later. He simply could not let them come in and catch him with a hard-on. And he had a real, blue steel stand up. The damn thing was so hard after the thump, that the veins stood out on it livid and blue, and he was aghast to see a slight drop of cooze edging its way out the gaping eye.
Anybody who has ever been on a high school date trying to conceal a hard-on would appreciate Archie's situation. Many young boys try to hold their cocks down with a jockstrap in their early days of playing grab ass in the back seat of somebody's daddy's car. But others disdain the jock. They dislike its uncomfortable restriction, and somehow, it is not a very sporting way to behave. A cock ought to have a chance to get hard and show. So, only the less daring resorted to the jockstrap. Others, in the shower while getting ready for the date, simply jacked off and then dared their dicks to get hard again.
Archie was a coward at heart or he would not have tried to tie his dick to his leg. He knew that he would have to reduce his ball pressure or greet the crew with a throbber. So he decided to act. He would simply flog his root until the sap shot out!
He was faced with two alternatives: He could beat his meat lying on the cold floor, or he could whip it off standing up. Archie chose the latter course.
Archie had jacked off multiplied thousands of times, and he fancied the shower was the best place on earth to do it, so he assumed the classic position. Knees must be slightly bent, and the hips are thrust forward. The combination of these two muscular efforts is to elevate the penis so that it rises almost on a vertical plane to the floor.
Striking straight down on a dick gives the beater a better angle of attack, and therefore makes it possible for him to bring off the orgasm much more quickly than he might otherwise expect. Archie hunched his shoulders over, and began to jerk his puddin'. He narrowed his eyes as the feeling began to mount. He whipped it in quick but smoothly timed strokes, pulling his understring backward as far as he could without inflicting pain on himself, and on the upward jerk, shrouding the bulging head with a goodly portion of skin pulled up from the shaft. Archie had cursed the doctor who peeled his prick for making it such a clean job. Goddam, he wished he had a little skin left. It would make the jacking off sooooo much better!
His mouth began to work, and his knees flexed up and down slightly as the feeling began to roar out from his balls. Archie was an ambidextrous masturbator, and he was more skilled with his right hand. This was his manner in times where speed was needed. As he beat with his right hand, he cupped his balls with his left and juggled them up and down a little as the slobber ran over his lips. He liked to feel that goodness come up from between his legs. He tightened the clasp on his balls, and pushed the two of them together. The feeling intensified, and Archie's eyes were closed. Goddam, he was so worked up that he did not hear the door open behind him.
Lucretia and I came into the room, and I was just ready to call out when Lucretia saw Archie. How she appreciated a man beating his meat! She believed in the true merit of masturbation, for every hard-on relieved in a man's palm was one less to be rammed into the sacred pussy meat of some unsuspecting girl. She and I flattened ourselves against the wall.
Archie's breathing was loud and labored, and as he neared the moment of orgasm, he lost the smooth rhythm of his effort. And when he did come, it was as though he had become disjointed and without control of his body. He coughed and slobbered wildly, and the come shot out the end of his tool, arching its way in a fierce sweep upward to land about eight feet across the room. The second spurt was under less pressure and hit about half as far away as the initial surge. After that, as Archie flopped his dong slower and with less backward pull, the residue of his jizm spilled out the end of his root and ran in a cold, slimy path over his hand. Finally, he quit jerking his cock, and released his balls. They dropped downward, and began to swing like the pendulum of a grandfather clock between his thighs.
"Damn!" Archie shuddered, "oooooh!" He looked about in search of something to wipe his hands on. Then he saw Lucretia and Bonnie and he almost shit himself! "Jesus Christ! How long have you been here spying on me?" He tried to shove his still hard and still dripping cock into his pants which were trying to fall down in spite of his best efforts to pull them up.
"Cool it, Archie," Lucretia said. "There's nothing wrong with a man jerking himself off in the privacy of his own photo studio."
"Privacy, shit!" he snapped. "I guess you'll be telling it all over town. It won't help me any to have everybody snickering about me jacking off."
"Why would anybody snicker at you?" I asked. "Hell, we are getting ready to film an orgy!"
"Oh, that's different," he said, finally securing his tool in his pants. "Fucking and sucking ... anything is all right except masturbation. People get the idea you're some kind of weirdo if you beat your own meat. If you can't get somebody at least to blow you, hell, most folks think you're some kind of a shit. I'd like you to keep it quiet. I was just getting ready to film the orgy. You can understand that a man cannot do his best work with a zinging hard-on. So, I whipped it off to make sure the orgy wouldn't affect me."
"It's okay," Lucretia said. "Don't worry."
I got quiet because I noted a warmth and a dampness between my legs. It had begun when I got the first look at Archie's cock. I was more than a little pleased. It proved to me that my infatuation with Lucretia had been only a passing thing, and that basically, I was as heterosexual as anybody. Jesus, it was a damn good feeling to be back on the track. I knew then that I was a normal American girl with the normal desires for a dick. Thank heaven! A woman isn't worth a pinch of monkey shit when compared to a man. I wondered then if I could go through the orgy. Then I knew that I could because the orgy was the thing I was going to use to get Lucretia once and for all.
Archie seemed to recover his self-control and assurance, and I was damn well glad of it. If there was anything that rips me all to pieces, it is seeing some man quivering on the verge of tears. Besides, I wanted him to keep his cock in his pants.
Lucretia was nervously consulting her watch about every five minutes. I could tell her box was heating up.
Gregory Atkins came breezing into the studio, nodding to Archie and sweeping me and Lucretia with a critical glance which seemed to melt as he looked. "Jesus," he croaked, "are you the two lezzie queers who are gonna eat each other? What a fuckin' waste! You could probably make some man happy."
"I have made a number of men very happy!" I snapped coldly.
"Well, I sure as hell haven't," Lucretia said. "And what's more, I don't like your attitude. There is nothing queer about preferring women to the smelly, hairy, crude animals who walk around with a disgusting deposit of meat flopping between their legs."
"That's okay for you," he said. "No offense. If you weren't hipped on licking cunts, we couldn't make the orgy film."
Lucretia was miffed. She turned her back and walked away. I halfway hoped she would be too pissed off to perform, but her boonie was burning, so I knew, really, that she would turn the trick okay. About that time, the door opened and Angus and Thor came in. They greeted Archie and Gregory, and I caught Angus' eye. He gave me a little nod, indicating that he wanted to see me in the office. While the others talked, and Archie began to set the lights again, I slipped through the door and met him in the outer room.
"How are you liking being tied up with Lucretia?" he asked.
"Not worth a damn!" I said. "I'm just not cut out for this lezzie business. I guess I'm just old fashioned but I need a dick, not a female tongue flapping around on my clitoris."
Angus smiled. "Damn! I'm glad to hear you say that. I feel exactly the same way about that phony son of a bitch, Thor. But I got him by the nuts in a business way. So I'm going through with this orgy so we get the money to start the clinics. But when this is over, he's had the last lick at my dick. I'm turning back to girls ... permanently.
"Girls?" I said, raising my eyebrows.
"Well, that's a general statement. What I really mean is, are you ready to get back together like we were before these crazy perverts crumbed up our arrangement?"
"You bet I am," I said emphatically. "It can't happen a minute to soon to suit me."
"Okay ... okay, that's good. Do you think we can stage this thing and neither of us come? I'd like to save up the load I got in my balls and pour it right in your snatch."
"Let's make it as quick as we can. I'm so sick of Lucretia. I'm gonna fix her old ass but good while we're making this film."
"How?"
I smiled knowingly. "Just you wait. This thing is gonna have a climax to it that will have Thor and Lucretia running up the wall. Archie is gonna have some film that will make history."
When we got back in the studio, Thor and Lucretia were already naked, and she was keeping her eyes off his tool as much as she could. Lucretia hated a man's cock with such a passion that she didn't even like to look at one.
"Let's go," Gregory said. "You two get undressed and all of you hit that sack. We aren't gonna make one of those limp-dicked abortions. Every foot of this film will be made with hard cocks. Anything I can't stand is a softie on film."
Angus answered by waving his dick up and down and then in a rotary motion. It was about half mast, but coming up under the prodding of his hand. He got a great boost to his effort when I took his jock and slipped it in between my legs.
"Hey, cut that out," Lucretia snarled. "I don't want to be eating a cunt that has had a dick anywhere near it. You'll have to go wash out your gash."
I was pissed off somewhat, but rather than argue and fuck up the whole mess, I acquiesced, and sloshed some water into my slit. Then, we were ready.
We hit the sack in a great bundle of flesh. It was the damnedest pile of confusion ever! Thor gobbled all of Angus' cock from the base to the head, and made such sloppy, gluttonous sounds that I though I might throw up. Angus was sucking Thor, but he was doing it in a refined, genteel sort of way.
Lucretia pried my legs apart, and began to gnaw at my clit and flash her tongue up and down my cunt opening. The mouth of my pussy responded, for in spite of my aversion to her, the woman had a distinct talent. It was sufficient for my snatch to start juicing, and when Lucretia felt my jizm flowing, it turned hers on, and I damn near drowned in the flow which gushed out of her box.
The four of us were intertwined, and in addition to eating each other, we were pawing and stroking in all the hottest places. I was determined not to come, not to get too hot that I would forget my declared intention of pulling Lucretia down off her snotty perch.
After we had sucked and clawed our way through about two hundred feet of film, Gregory wanted more action. "Okay, get the hell busy, now! Roll over each other. I want you to slither around and look like a bunch of eels! Smear that juice all over each other!"
Well, we began to roll and twine around each other, and in passing, I took a lick at Thor's ass. Somehow the silly bastard seemed to detect the difference between a male tongue and mine. Anyhow, as soon as I took one lick up his crack, he jerked and cried out:
"Stop that, you mangy bitch! Keep your nasty tongue out of my asshole!"
My tongue was as clean as his tailhole, and I was insulted by his insinuating that I was nasty. I was just ready to bite a chunk out of his nuts when my chance at Lucretia came. As we rolled and turned, all at once I saw that her cunt was pointed upward and gaping open, and Thor's rock-hard cock was stabbing in the air above it. I acted swiftly.
Up went my right hand and I grabbed Thor's tool in a firm grasp, and then I jerked his tool downward and shoved it right into Lucretia's box. To make certain it went in, I shoved my other hand under her behind and drove my index and middle fingers to the hilt in her asshole. With a scream, she hunched upward, and Thor's dick went crashing into her cunt right up to his belly.
Goddam! You wouldn't believe the shit that hit the fan then. Lucretia, realizing that her pure, unsullied cunt had been penetrated by a male organ emitted a piercing wail that split the eardrums of all the rest of us in the orgy bed.
Thor did not scream. As soon as he realized his cock was in a cunt, he began to thrash about wildly with the uncoordinated panic of a drowning man going down for the third time. He flayed with his hands and fists, and kicked with his feet. One well placed boot caught Lucretia right in the tits, and she was so enraged by the whole thing that she bit him savagely in the asshole. Angus and I were both trying to extricate ourselves.
Gregory was not aware of what had happened. All he knew was that all hell had broken loose in his film. "Get the hell back inside the tape marks. God damn it! You are getting out of the light ... for Gods sake, you stupid bastards, you're getting out of the shot. Archie! What the hell's the matter with them?"
Archie was as mystified as Gregory, and was trying vainly to keep the action within range of his camera. It was useless and as Angus fell off on one side of the bed and I hit the floor on the other, Archie sat down on the platform holding his head between his hands. Lucretia managed to free herself from Thor, and with one well placed kick she overturned the camera, and then ran screaming and naked out the back door which led to an alley. Later I heard the cops picked her up for indecent exposure, and she tried to hang herself in her cell.
Thor was shaken, but still rational, and after Angus gave him a stern talking to, he left, scheduled to meet Angus the next day.
Archie said the film would be okay, and Gregory grudgingly agreed to pay the agreed upon money. Everything had turned out well, at last as far as I was concerned.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Whew! Angus and I had just finished a real, old time fuck session, and he had left his apartment to find us a steak. "Let's eat in," he suggested. "Then, if we want to get at it again, we can without waiting."
Angus came back with a couple of juicy steaks and we cooked them in the broiler in his kitchen. We didn't bother to put on clothes, because we were both dissatisfied with the fucking we had had. We wanted another piece or two. I made up my mind that I would fuck him twice more, and then give him the word. I wanted to go home. I was sure he wouldn't give a damn, but maybe he could stake me to a few bucks so I wouldn't have to go crawling back to Mama. I had, after all, helped him make the orgy and that meant the money for Thor's clinic idea. He owed me a little something. I wanted to talk to him about it, but only after he was well fed and fucked flat.
He ate his steak, it seemed to me, in about four big, gobbling bites. Anyhow, I still had a long way to go on mine. As I was shoveling a huge chunk of meat into my mouth, I felt his foot stealing up along the inside of my thigh under the table. It set me to tingling, but I was in the middle of my supper. He stroked the smooth expanse of flesh inside my leg and worked his big toe into the slit of my twat. My asshole snapped together, and I swallowed a hunk of meat almost chewed. I thought I was going to choke, but as soon as he set his toe against my clit, I sucked in a great gulp of air, and down went the steak, and I jumped up out of the chair.
"Come on," I shouted. "Let's get in bed and get at it. I'm just as hot as a fresh fucked fox!"
"What about your steak?" he asked.
"It'll be there when we get back."
We ran into the bedroom, and Angus was so anxious to get at me, he almost strangled on his own saliva. It was almost like getting it for the first time. He growled and practically pawed the bed in his eagerness.
Angus shoved me flat on my back, and raised both my feet above my head. My cunt was, of course, exposed between the flared flanks of my ass. Angus pinned my legs upward with one of his own, and began to slobber and gobble about my cunt and tailhole. I was helpless to do anything more than writhe in pain and ecstasy. The way he had me pinned made it impossible for me to reach his cock, but I did manage to flail about with my hands, and slap him sharply about the body.
In retrospect, I am sure that Angus was more desirous of my pussy than he might otherwise have been because of his extended homosexual relationship with Thor. Nothing makes a man more determined to gobble a pussy right down to the pelvic bone than to have suffered himself to be compromised by another man. I guess it has something to do with proving manhood or something like that. Anyhow, Angus was up both my twat and asshole with his flashing tongue, and I was on the verge of climax before the first twinkle of spit had wound its way down between my legs to form a sticky puddle with the ooze of my fanny on the sheets.
I began to bump and hunch with a great ferocity, and Angus was hard pressed to keep his mouth on my goodie parts. "Quick!" I cried. "Turn around. Let me suck you, or even better, this once, let me have your meat in me. Please, Angus, let's fuck the old fashioned, Dilton style."
His response was immediate and considerate. Flashing a great smile, he released my feet, and I plopped out on the bed, pussy up. His great cock, with its bulbous foreskin, was swinging about wildly, and there were flecks of cooze and precome jizm swirling about in the air.
"Spread your legs as far apart as you can," he said. "I'm going in balls and all!"
Well, by Christ, he almost did. Usually, I knew, Angus would probe in a tentative sort of way, because he never knew when the lump on the side of his dick would hang up on something inside a cunt and tear his cock all to pieces. But this time, he threw caution to the winds, and it was almost as though he took a running start. His whole body was behind the great plunge as his tool buried itself in my tender trap.
My cunt was dripping with lubricating juice, and the readiness of the hole, when he lunged in to his maximum depths with one plunge ... Jesus, ... it was kind of like diving into a freezing swimming pool in the middle of winter. A dose of hot meat in such quantity and at such speed will just take your breath away.
As soon as he was in and locked, I wrapped my legs about his back, and dug my heels into his kidneys. He guided his tool in and out and to the left and right so that there was not one spot inside me that he didn't touch.
We both came at the same time, and it was like the crash of cymbals. Hell, Angus was the man I wanted, and I was ready to settle down to a regular life with him. But I had to make the big pitch.
I was tired of New York. The whole place smelled of lesbians and pussy juice. I wanted to get back to the fresh air of Dilton. I also wanted to take Angus along.
After his hard-on went down, and the juice was draining on his stomach, I asked him about leaving the city and going home with me. I almost shit a squealing worm when he readily agreed.
"Hell, yeah! I'll do it. You're as good as anybody I've ever seen, and I'm sick of this fairy land where the queers can almost turn a guy like me around. Besides, when we get back to Dil ... what the hell's the name of that place? Okay ... Dilton ... When we get there, I know I'll enjoy being a good, solid citizen, and think about the fresh, untouched pussy a man can eat in a town like that!"
"But, we're gonna get married," I protested.
"Sure," he agreed. "And then we'll show those folks how to get the most out of life. Hell, don't you think for a minute they are any different from people here. Just not as many queers. The wives are all horny for other men, and the men, well ... you'll see. Who we fuck outside the family won't matter between us. We'll make it a rule to screw each other and eat each other every Sunday ... right after church. That'll keep our marriage vibrant and alive."
"After church?" I gasped.
"Certainly," he said. "Where do you think peopkle arrange their fucking in a small town? There's no place like church to get some fresh cunt on the line."
I guess Dilton could be a swinging place.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
After living in Dilton for five years with Angus, God Almighty, it seems like something I've been at forever. Not that it isn't good! Angus is a great husband, and what a hell of a happy home we've got. Of course, we've been lucky as hell not to have kids, because the patter of little feet just about ruins a well run swap operation.
Angus made a bundle out of Thor's cocksucking clinics. Of course, it would have been an absolute anathema in Dilton to admit publically that one was living so well off the profits of cocksucking. So, we simply made these vague little pronouncements about "Investments," and it went okay. Even my mother was impressed. She mellowed a lot in her old age, and I was damn well hard pressed to understand why she suddenly switched from being a blue-nosed old bitch to a pretty agreeable old gal. But the mystery was explained when I remarked to Angus about how unusual she was behaving.
T fucked her," Angus confessed. "She just needed a good dick in her withered old cunt. Ordinarily, I wouldn't have done it, but because she is your mother, I thought it was little enough for me to do. Her cunt was pretty smelly. You know, years of disuse, and all that pissing through it."
"Everybody pisses through their cunts."
"Well, yeah," he agreed, "but the younger ones wash them occasionally. They know they're likely to get a prick. But an old gal after a while just pisses and lets it stink. The possibility of catching a hot root is so removed, it just isn't worth washing the gash out. So, like I said, it wasn't exactly a garland of roses."
"Boy, you sure are poetic today," I said.
"Only because I'm talking about screwing your mother. Like I said, the damn thing was smelly, but you know, the real surprise was how much she reacted when I hit the bottom."
"You mean you gave her the whole root at once?"
"Not that bottom," he said. "I mean her bottom. Her old asshole was a flabby thing with hardly any bite to it at all. Hell, when I licked her right in the boonie, the hole didn't even flicker; I mean, no wink at all. But when I shoved my cock up her bowels, boy it did things to her. The old gal still couldn't do much in the way of biting with her asshole, but she had things whirling around up inside."
I laughed. "Did you come first off?"
"Damn near," he confessed, "but I got control of myself in time. What tore her up was my nuts banging against her pussy hole while I was cornholing her. You won't ever have to worry about Mama again! She'll be peaches and cream from now on. I didn't make her any promises, because I wouldn't fuck her with a vaccinated corn cob if she wasn't kinda in the family. But she always has the hope, and I may give it to her again at sometime ... like ... on her birthday ... or maybe Christmas."
"I wish you had been around to screw her ten years ago. It sure would have saved me a hell of a lot of trouble."
"Ha! If you hadn't had that trouble, you never would have come to New York, and you wouldn't have met me."
"Then I guess it was all worth it," I said.
By now, I guess you got the picture. Angus and I are pretty well domesticated now. I really think a lot of him. He's still the best screw in Dilton, and he says I'm the best pussy he gets, and he gets them all. We have rated the pussies and the cocks in town, and when our own needs and capacities diminish, we are only going to swap with those who rate near the top. Then, as time moves on, we will eliminate more and more until, at the end, only Angus and I will be left. We expect to end up our days fucking and sucking each other by preference. This surely beats the living shit out of having some sort of hang up about faithfulness in marriage.
Sometimes I look forward to the time when Angus will have to cut Mama off even on her birthday. He's a kind man, but he is practical. When her cunt is no longer able to qualify on the now and then charity list, he will cut her off without conscience or explanation. I know I will get the blame.
I never ate a pussy after Lucretia, and while Angus kept his business relationship with Thor, it was purely that. Angus said he didn't have cock enough for all the women in the world, and just didn't want to start on the men when he lacked the capacity to serve them well.
We hope we can make it right down the road together, and that when the time comes to go, we can die simultaneously with his tongue up my twat, and his dick throbbing in my gullet.
