You can't walk into a bowling alley, corner bar or men's locker room without hearing some moron bragging about how he's getting so much good lovin' he can hardly stand it. You know, telling how he's got the lover's nuts so bad he can't stand up straight, how Number Three for last night, who had tits like cantaloupes; begged for more. Even to imitating how she moaned and whimpered.
Usually the conversation starts off by him asking you what you were doing at four this morning. You say, "uh ... sleepin'." Then he sniggers and says how that was about the time he helped himself to seconds of pussy. He smacks his lips and reaches down with a grandiose gesture to adjust his mighty balls and firehose of a cock. Mr. Macho!
Yeah, well, the reason I mention the Don Juan of the Motor Inn Lounge is so you won't think I don't know what I sound like when I tell you the following:
I'M GETTING SO MUCH PUSSY AM' TIT AN' BUTT I CAN'T STAND IT.
Okay, you can stop laughing now. If you think that's funny, you should've seen me a couple months ago, before all this stuff started ... forty pounds heavier! I now weigh in at a trim 180, thanks to lots of good, healthy exercise, and that means SEX and a sensible diet. I'm a tad under six feet tall, have black hair and blue eyes (Papa came from Dutch stock, Mama from Spanish), and I'm 35 years old. I swear I lost ten years along with the pounds, too. I was pleasantly surprised to find old friends under the accumulated blubber ... a strong, arched nose, firm chin, cheekbones high and prominent.
The name is Heinie, Harold Heinie, and by trade I'm an accountant. Which goes a long way in explaining how I put on all that weight. Spend a decade or so sitting, hunkering down over itsy-bitsy numbers, and when you get nervous or mad, eat something. Add to that a wretched marriage, nibble a bit more, and you will end up a blimp, mark my words.
Anyway, 'lest you forget, I repeat:
I'M INTO MORE WET MUFF THAN YOU EVER EVEN SAW!!!
It's all Wanda's doing, too. Wanda being the ex-wife. If you're reading this, Wanda, I hope you enjoyed the party. Other than that, fuck you, too!
You got to understand that Wanda and I were incompatible from the word go. I don't mean that she just hates the smell of cigars, or can't abide the taste of anchovies in her pizza, or tosses in her sleep. I mean total opposites. And in the sack, too. Which is especially ironic, since that's why we got married in the first place.
Wanda was not the first piece of tail I ever had. I was just in my second semester of business school, and making out pretty good with the would-be stenos and PBX operators, when I met her. She worked in an office across the street from this cafe where we used to hang out. Anyway, I got into her pussy in the back seat of my Ford at the drive-in and I swore I'd been struck by lightning. As did she. She also swore I was the first to ever crack her box, which later turned out to be a damn lie.
But, as I was saying, the boy accountant fell in love, so he did what came natural ... he proposed marriage to the light of his life. She accepted.
My friends at school, male and female, told me I was being an idiot, but I wouldn't listen to them. I should've listened to them.
Two months after we were married the bitching started: "Jesus! I think your dick is shrinking." "Can't you keep it up anymore?" "You always come too soon." Accusation heaped upon accusation, until the boy accountant, mild-mannered from in front, but no slouch when it came to sex, became a quivering worm every time he summoned the courage to ascend his wife's hot mound.
Wanda loved to rub my nose in it, too. Four months into married bliss, she told me in great detail how she once balled a marine corporal with a ten-inch dick in the bathroom of her folks' house. While her folks were snoring upstairs. "GOD, he was SO BIG!" she exclaimed. "And he wouldn't stop until he squirted up me twice. I've never been the same inside," she cooed.
That's when I started overeating.
Wonderful woman, Wanda.
Anyway, I guess I should thank her for what she's done for me, however indirectly and unconsciously. "Thank you, Wanda. Lovely party, wasn't it?"
What she used to do was send away for every sex book and manual and device she saw advertised. Everything from slick photo magazines showing full color cunts all dripping and creamy pink, to little illustrated how-to-books on butt fucking, to fourteen-inch dayglo-pink vinyl vibrators. I swear everyday a stack of brown-paper-wrapped packages would come in the mail ... and they were all addressed to ME! The mail man used to give me the weirdest looks, let me tell you.
What the tons of glossy photographs, French ticklers, cock extenders, were supposed to do was rub my nose in it. She'd leave the magazines lying open to a particularly engrossing photo of an immense dick slipping up a tight little hairless pussy. Then, when she passed by them, she'd comment on how she wished I was hung half that good, etc., etc.
I liked looking at the pics and reading the juicy stories, don't get me wrong. Everything from Gigantic Clitoris magazine, to Beat Me! a bimonthly newsletter. I even used to jerk off to some of them until Wanda found out. She rubbed my nose in it about that, too. "Oh, here's a good one for you to beat off to, Harold," she'd say. "You might as well get some enjoyment out of your little feller. Christ knows, I don't. Maybe it'll even grow some."
For the record: My dick, when erect, is six and three quarter inches long and two inches wide.
Finally, a year ago, she told me she was going to take a lover. Flat out, she told me. And she said she was going to bring him over to our home to screw. I was flabbergasted. I guess I didn't really believe her. But when I came home late from work and found her naked on the wall-to-wall shag with a black man and his cock balls-deep up her asshole, I believed her.
He was pretty mellow about it ... after he came up her ass. She was mad at me for interrupting. I told her then and there that I wanted a divorce. That she'd gone too far.
She laughed and showed me the black man's cock, lifting it up by the slimy brown stem. She said, "This is a dick, Harold, just so you'll know if you ever see one again." Then she went down on it, stuffing the besmirched thing down her throat passionately. The black man winked at me and gripped her hair, driving his dick in and out of her face like it was a cunt.
I turned on my heel and walked out. I wanted to puke.
To make a long and dismally dull story short, I got my divorce and Wanda got herself an apartment on the other side of town. I didn't rush right out and start hunting a new woman. I guess Wanda had me beat pretty much into the ground as far as fucking and all went. Also, it didn't help when Wanda would call up late at night and wake me just to tell me who had his, dick up her cunt or ass at that moment.
For many months the only sex outlet I had was my hand. I had a backlog of sex books that were unopened in the' closet and new ones came everyday. When they finally stopped ... I guess the subscriptions ran out, ... I was kind of disappointed. I mean they were the only thing I had to look forward to after a hard day of ruining my eyesight.
But even after the packages stopped coming, I kept on getting tons of junk mail, all about sex books and movies and such stuff. Wanda had put t my name on a mailing list or something. Every crackpot publisher from Walla-Walla to Tampa sent me their ads. Some of them were pretty tasty, | too. They had real tiny photos taken from the movies they were hawking. Little bitty folks fucking and sucking. I tried using a magnifying glass to make them big enough to jerk off to but all that did was turn them into rows of black dots.
So, I came home from the office one Friday night with my briefcase full of extra work, as usual. The pile of ads was right inside the front door under the mail slot, as usual. After I loosened my tie and opened a beer, I sat down in my armchair and began thumbing through them. There was an ad from the Lust Institute of Vermont about a three-day seminar on pussy-eating up in the woods. There was another ad for the Maximum Heft Penis Enhancer ... the Hungstud Mark IV ... guaranteed to satisfy or money back. And in the midst of the riotous colors of the sex ads was a plain white business envelope. It was addressed to me but had no return address.
After a swallow of brew, I slit it open and read the single, xeroxed sheet of paper inside. It said:
"CONGRATULATIONS! YOU HORNY BASTARD. If you crave hot sex, uninhibited action, tight young girls and lots of 'em, you have just received the chance of a lifetime.
"This is a chain letter. Not the kind where you mail out dollar bills and supposedly become a millionaire in three short weeks. Nor is it the kind where you send off some Venezuelan monk's Good Luck Prayer so you can win the Irish Sweepstakes. This letter has been sent to enable you to enjoy the ultimate in sexual pleasure. It has been around the world nine times, spreading joy for more than a decade. If you obey the following instructions, that joy will be yours in just four days. This is no joke. You will receive it in the mail. Do not keep this letter. It must leave your possession within 96 hours or you will get nothing.
"Send twenty copies to people you think would appreciate the sex experience of a lifetime. Do not send money. Add your name to the bottom of the list and cross out the top name and see what happens on the fourth day.
"John Ecconomides, V. E. Evans, Donald Henlay, G. F. Sokolow, A. Bashi, M. J. McKay, Derak C. Ward, etc., etc.
"Make twenty copies and send them in nine days and you will get a surprise!"
At first I thought it was one of Wanda's sick jokes. You know, to rub my nose in it. But I looked at the outside of the envelope, carefully, at the postmark, and cancelled stamp. The letter had come from Baton Rouge, Louisiana, live-before. Even Wanda wouldn't go on a three-thousand-mile round trip to rub my nose in it. Besides, I remembered that night clearly. She'd called me around two a.m. ... one of her heavy breathing calls where she gives the phone to the stud who's making it with her and tells her to explain to me how great her pussy feels around his dick, how much she's digging it. A real laugh riot.
"The ultimate in sexual pleasure." It sounded * too good to be true. But, I mean, REALLY, what else did I have to do? Just re-read the photo-illustrated "Vague House Encyclopedia of Sexual Freedom." Besides I had the envelopes and I could steal the stamps from the office and do the copying there, too.
The problem right off the bat was thinking of 20 people to send the letter to. I didn't have half that many friends in the world ... not any more. And it wasn't the kind of thing you could send to a maiden aunt in St. Paul. Also, it wasn't the kind of thing you'd want people at the office to know you indulged in. So, in the end, I just scooped up the phone book and picked names at random. At least until I came to name number twenty. Out of meanness I put Wanda's name and address down.
The next day I copied the original copy and sent the little beauties off in the day's mail. Then I tried to put it out of my mind. I guess after I did the damn thing I felt kind of stupid. You know, to be taken in by something as dumb sounding as the letter. I'd never fallen for that kind of scam before. But before the letters were always about money or something superstitious. They were never about anything I was interested in. This one was different. It hit me right where I live ... Actually, where I hadn't lived for as long as I'd been married to Wanda ... right in the cock.
I told myself that I had to do something about my sex life, that sending those letters off was a desperately horny thing to do. I thought about going to a hooker for some relief. I even went so far as to drive down the main drag, where the chicks walk up and down in pairs all day and night. I drove around the block a couple times, but somehow I couldn't stop. Doing it to a prostitute would've been like doing it to Wanda all over again.
On the morning of the fourth day, I was excited. Despite telling myself that it was crazy to really expect something as wild as the letter promised to happen. It was crazy to even think I'd get an answer at all. That day was the longest I ever spent at the office. I gorged myself repeatedly while time refused to pass. Then, at 5:30, naturally, it shifted back to normal. I raced the car back home, swerved into the driveway, nearly bashing into the .garage door. After some initial fumble-fingers with the key in the front door, I got in the house. Dumping my coat and briefcase on the floor, I snatched up the pile of letters on the carpet.
I tossed aside ads from St. Louis for rubber undergarments, from Baltimore for hard-to-find spike high heels, from Los Angeles, Seattle, Studio City, Cleveland, for dildos, slide shows, home instruction in yoga sex techniques. Then I found it!
A stark white envelope with no return address.
Breathing raggedly, I forced myself to set it down. I went in the kitchen and popped open a can of beer. I drank it all down in one long swallow. Chugged every drop of it and then let out a great, moist, gut-rattling belch. I gobbled a double handful of salted cashews and popped open another can before I sat down in my chair. I could not convince myself that there might be disappointment in the envelope ... that it might be from some "life-size, inflatable Party Doll" manufacturer ... or worse, that it might be just a hoax. I opened the envelope with relish. My hands trembled.
There was no letter inside. Just a two-by-three-inch engraved card. The card was pale pink, cut from very expensive stock, and the letters were in a glossy black script. They said: "Admit the bearer of this card to 546 Central Avenue, San Segundo, California, at eleven p.m., Saturday, the 21st of April."
The back of the card was blank. I turned the envelope inside out looking for something else, but there was nothing. The postmark was from Cedar Rapids, Iowa.
I took a long pull of brew. They would have to pick a place that far away. I thought maybe they did it on purpose so no one would show up. They figured everybody else had something better to do with their time and money. I guzzled some more beer. They didn't figure on me. I called the airport and booked myself on the afternoon flight to the coast. The airline agent told there wasn't any direct flight to San Segundo so I'd have to rent a car in Los Angeles and drive the forty miles up the coast.
When I was done I felt great. I'd done the first adventurous thing in a long, long time. I'd never been to California. And I'd never been anywhere with an engraved invitation to an orgy in my wallet. Let me tell you, it put a bounce in my step, not to mention a bulge in my doubleknits.
I know it sounds funny, but I felt like a different person. On the plane, for instance, when the foxy little stewardess bent over to adjust a fellow passenger's pillow, she stuck her round ass right in my face, and her miniskirt hiked way up in back so I could see the little black bikini panties she wore. Ordinarily, I would've looked away. Not this time. I got a good look at her supple asscheeks and the fat mound of her cunt hanging between her legs. Then I did an unheard-of thing, for me at least. I reached out and pinched her. Pinched her right on the inside of her thigh way up high next to her cunt. She made a squeal and twisted around quickly. I looked up from my magazine and gave her the accountant's sheepish grin. Her angry, accusing stare took in the poor fellow sitting next to me. "Watch it, buster," she warned him.
I watched her move down the aisle. Every once in a while, she'd rub her ass, and when she leaned over real far I could see a little welt, a love mark I'd given her. Let me tell you, my prick was in flight, too.
The plane was only an hour late into L. A. International, and my reservation for a small economy car had been given to someone else. I had to settle for what was left: a sleek, gas-guzzling monster with two bucket seats, a bright yellow paint job, a slit for a front windshield and a four-speed transmission. Once inside it, I felt like an astronaut.
"Have a good day," the rent-a-car girl chimed.
I tried to ease the rumbling machine out of the parking lot and managed to lay fifteen feet of rubber before I got it stopped again. I was sweating profusely by the time I got the hang of the clutch. Then I got the thing on the freeway northbound and I didn't have to worry about shifting. It was hard to keep the speed down, though. At 75 m.p.h., it seemed like the car was standing still.
I listened to the radio, and the yellow beast ate up the miles eagerly. It was a kick to watch the people double take when I roared by them. I doubt that they could see me in my black;" tuck and roll cockpit, but I could see them. There's something about a machine like that ... the sense of power one gets. I had the biggest harden you ever saw all the way up to the San Segundo exit.
San Segundo was a fairly seedy port town. It'd been built up big during the second World War as a shipyard. Lots of sailors were still in evidence on the street corners because of the Naval Base there. The houses and buildings ran the gamut of 1940's stucco bungalows to 1970's steel and glass high rises ... all in the same block. And looming over the skyline were the great shipyard derricks, black skeletons against the sunset. The sunset was real nice ... pearly pink and turquoise shot with hot orange. The colors came from the smog, or at least that's what I was told by the gas station attendant of whom I asked directions.
It was still real early, but I wanted to cruise by address on the card. You know, to check it out. Central Avenue was a main drag, or had been in the 40's. It was two blocks from the beach, lined with palm trees and crumbling buildings ... three-story jobs with a pawn shop or chicken shack on the ground floor and apartments above. Right out of a Raymond Chandler murder mystery.
As I tooled down the street, secure in my roaring monster, I felt like Marlowe himself on the brink of a new adventure. I squinted out the window at 546 Central. It was a stucco cube faced with red brick. The only decoration on the building was the crazy-looking fire escape that hung off the alley side.
Frankly, it was not what I'd expected. I'd hoped for a big, new building with lots of light, windows, etc., not a place where a fellow might get his behind shot off going to the John.
I retired to a local bar and contemplated my problem. I'd come all this way, just to be frightened off by outward appearances? But what did I know about the people who were running this game? The worst they could do was to rob me, right? What if it was just an old whore house trying new advertising techniques?
As I see-sawed back and forth I drank brew after brew. Not my ordinary brand, but some imported stuff, brown like molasses and syrupy, too, with a taste like horse piss and white vinegar, but with a kick like I couldn't believe. The stuff really grew on you. It also got me loaded enough to where I figured nothing could hurt me too bad.
At 10:30 I peeled out from the curb in front of the bar and swerved my way over to the address. I parked the beast on the street and walked up to the door.
Jesus! Over the door way a little sign that said: "Lion's Lair. Massage for Gentlemen." I'd come all that way for a damn rubdown? I literally pounded on the door. There was a little peephole in the door. A female voice from the other side said, "I'm sorry sir, but we're closing in ten minutes. Could you come back tomorrow?"
"Closing? Goddamit, you better not be closing." I waved the pink card around in front of the peephole. "I didn't come all this ... "
The door opened a crack and a girl's face appeared. She looked like she was about sixteen, but I thought it was because she was so short. She had her hair done up in a mop of golden curls and she had red round cheeks and the fullest, most kissable lips I ever saw. I got a glimpse of some sort of diaphanous nighty she was wearing. "If you could come back in ten minutes, sir," she said. Her nails were very long and painted maroon. "Everything will be ready for you in just ten minutes."
She closed the door. Man, she had big blue eyes and long eyelashes, and the look on her face promised me everything, any way I wanted it. I walked back over to the beast with difficulty, having sprung a great boner.
From where I sat in the car I could see door of the place. I was watching it when men piled out onto the sidewalk ... sailors, businessmen, blue collars, all coming out the door. I was too looped to care if it was a whore house anymore. The boy accountant was hot-to-trot.
As soon as the crowd of men dispersed, and the door closed after them, I walked back over to the entrance. I was about to knock on the door when it opened. The little blonde girl stepped but. She had on street clothes and I'd been right the first time ... she couldn't have been more than sixteen. "Oh, hi," she said warmly.
"You're leaving?" I asked. She had on a short fur coat and pantyhose and that was all I could see. Her legs were long and slim and she was so petite and firm looking ... "tight" like the letter had said ... it was all I could do to keep from mauling her.
"Yes ... " she said. She sounded slightly miffed. "I'm not classy enough to stick around ... "
Holy Moses!
"Have fun," she said, brushing by me, her little hand sliding over my thigh to grope my stiff prick which was aimed down my pantleg. Little fingers milking my dickhead, sending a rush of thrills to my skull.
Then she breezed by me and walked off down the street, her long legs scissoring tastily, her high heels clicking on the sidewalk. I had half a mind to follow her, but a man's voice from inside the door broke my train of thought.
"May I help you sir?" he said, extending a smooth hand.
I put the somewhat sweaty card in his palm. He was about 50 years old, dressed in a butler's uniform, black hair shot with silver, Roman nose, right out of a "B" movie. He looked at the card critically, then said, "Very good, sir, if you'll just follow me."
I stepped into the waiting room and was nearly overwhelmed by the scent of patchouli and musk and the sight of the decor: all red velvet ... walls, drapes, ebony furniture with seats of it, rug a matching shade. It was like stepping into a hot pussy, rich, luxuriant, and exciting.
"Would you please sign the book?" the servant said, indicating a leather bound volume and offering a pen.
I signed, but right afterwards I got kind of antsy. "What's-this all about anyway?" I asked.
"If you will follow me," he said.
He led me through the drapes, down a corridor of velvet to a pair of double doors, also ebony with brass knobs. He thrust them open and said, "If you please, sir ... "
I entered a high-ceilinged room, as red as the rest of the place. It had only one piece of furniture, a black leather reclining chair in the dead center of the Persian carpet. One end of the room was hidden by floor-to-ceiling drapes. The butler directed me to sit in the chair, which I did. Then he said something about how he hoped I enjoyed my first visit. Frankly, I wasn't paying him much attention ... a flurry of movement behind the drapes had caught my eye.
No sooner than the butler left, the lights in the room dimmed. I nearly swallowed my tongue when the curtains parted slightly and two naked girls came out bearing a goblet on a silver tray. They were at most fifteen, bodies oiled and glistening, firm budding tits, long legs, and just the suggestion of a pussy bush between their slim thighs. They had shoulder length brown hair and big smiles on their faces.
I must admit that I wasn't looking at their faces very much. Their hot little mounds protruded so tastily from between round hips ... the downy hairs on their cunts were plastered to fat pussy lips by the slick oil ... It was downright mesmerizing. They walked about without guile or modesty, eager to show me what delights they had to offer. No knock-kneed girls were these!
One of the shining beauties held the tray while the other removed the goblet and stepped up to me. She held the frosty thing in both hands. Before she offered it to me, she raised it to her pouty, baby lips, her brown eyes dancing, and the tip of her tongue, red and pointed, flicked out and skimmed a dollop of the white froth from the goblet's rim. She half-closed her eyes, savouring the flavour, then handed me the cup.
I sniffed it cautiously at first. It smelled of cloves and cinnamon. I drank it down. Mildly alcoholic, it had a refreshing taste. No sooner had it hit my stomach, though, than it kindled a slow-burning fire in my gut.
The girl reached out for the empty goblet, extending a supple, shining arm. On impulse, I grabbed her by the wrist, dropping the cup to the rug. I pulled her up close to me beside the chair. The oil she wore was heavily scented with musk. She did not resist me. Not even when I began to run my trembling hands over her body, her hard little breasts, so slick, with the nipples stiffening into cherry gumdrops.
She closed her eyes when I thrust my hand between her legs. Greedily, I fondled her pussy, relishing the hot velvet feel of her inner lips.
I slipped a finger up her tight pussy, marveling at the wrinkles of her cunt and the rush of hot juice that leaked into my palm. While flipping my finger around passionately, I groped her round ass, squeezing the firm cheeks, prodding her little pink, puckered asshole.
Slowly, her mouth dropped open and she began breathing through it in long ragged sobs. She spread her legs wide apart to give me all the access she could and shook her cunt from side to side as I diddled her.
It was like a dream come true. She was mine! With frantic fingers I undid my fly, dragging out my stone-hard pud. My skull burned with a befuddling radiance, red velvet in firelight. I pulled her over into my lap like a doll and suddenly she seemed very awkward, childlike and vulnerable. But the feel of her silky, greased skin against my pecker, and the foxy smell of her pussy juice on my fingers, erased any misgivings I might have had.
I got her turned around so she was kneeling facing me; her thighs spread wide apart over my throbbing cock. She leaned forward, pressing her titties into my chest, giving me complete control over her dripping slit. I gripped her ass in both hands, kneading it, allowing my fingers to slip down over her turgid cunt lips. I spread the sloppy slit with my fingertips. The red hot bulb of my dickhead bobbed against her tight butthole.
Then the other girl put the tray down on the floor. She rushed to the chair with a gleam of pure fuck lust in her eyes. Almost instantly I felt her hot tongue lashing over my fingers and down into the pussy I held open.
"Ohhhhh!" the first girl moaned, as tongue bored up her snatch and lips sucked at her hole.
I could feel the insatiable mouth gobbling pussy beneath my fingers and I could hear the squishy-squishy sounds of hot juicy meat slogging against hot juicy meat.
The girl who ate pussy so ravenously began to whimper and snort as the scent and flavor of the cunt nectar overwhelmed her.
Simultaneously, I felt sharp little teeth nibbling at my earlobe, and hot little hands sliding up and down my dick. A rush of pleasure wafted from the base of my cock to the base of my brain. She had expert hands, eagerly whipping the loose sheath of cockskin up and down around the stiff bone of my dick. Then the hog-at-trough sounds stopped and a blazing warmth devoured the end of my prick.
"JESUS!" I exclaimed. The hot ring of her mouth dove down over my cock, and with long thrusts of her throat, she bottomed my prick again and again. Her tongue rasped the underside, the twitching nerve bundle below the red bulb.
The girl in my lap sucked at my ear insistently, shaking her ass around. I slipped a pair of fingers up her cunt and corkscrewed them around in time to the mouth diving over my dick.
She made hot little grunting sounds in my ear ... "Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" A sweet little grunt every time my slippery knuckles made contact with her hard clit.
Then the girl nursing at my dick reached up and touched the back of my hand, the hand that fucked her friend. She sought out the paired, flipping digits, dripping with cunt stuff. I felt her hot fingers grip my hand and begin thrusting my fingers in and out of the tight cunt with even greater force. All the while, she milked my tightening nuts and made yummy-yummy noises as the first pulse of pre-come belched from my cock into her throat.
Her friend snapped her hips back into my finger thrusts and sobbed pre-orgasmic babble into my ear. A weird jumble of words, sounds, cries that raised the hackles on the back of my neck and set my skull boiling over.
"Ohhhhh! Poppy ... doan! Ooh, FUCK! Ah! ooh! ahh! AMA ... AMA ... Gooood. WAAAAH! Uh-ha! Uh-ha! OOOOH!!!"
The slow fire in my gut flared and spread out in great waves. Somewhere, deep inside me, the ripples from dickjoy and gutfire crossed, criss crossed. The feeling I had then was indescribable. I felt like a lion deep in the mating fury, half-man, half-animal, with the sex power of twenty men arching up between my legs.
I hauled the slick ass down towards the head of my dick, which was deep in the other girl's throat. Jesus, I wanted that tight cherry cunt slipping up and down my choad! Bumping the hot cunt into the oblivious girl's forehead, I finally got a response. She let my cock slip out of her throat and emerge from her lips with a loud, wet pop. Then she fell on my fingers, buried knuckle-deep in the hot cunt. She sucked and nursed at the sloppy stuff that ran over the back of my hand. Then, as I withdrew my fingers, she thrust them down her throat, licking feverishly and making kissing sounds.
I felt her pebbly tongue lash over my fingertips. The air was electric, charged with the smell of hot cunt, passion and impending orgasm.
The girl in my lap dropped her ass down while the one kneeling on the floor aimed my dick up her cunt. Hot fingers around the base of my dick and a blazing, juicy ring of flesh about the tip.
Then a heavy weight as the lap girl leaned back into my dick. She forced the swollen lips of her cunt in on one another in a frantic attempt to drive cock up virgin pussy. The great bulb rammed into her pussy; her thighs trembled from the strain. Her pouty lips kissed and sucked my cheek.
Lordinheaven! The other one ran the tip of her tongue up and down the underside of my dick, pausing to slurp noisily at the tight junction between pussy and cockhead. She drooled copiously over the fat head and distended lips, easing the way for the action.
Suddenly my dick slipped in a delicious inch. A red hot squeaking inch! The girl squirmed ecstatically, biting my lips and rotating her ass. Her cunt gripped the head of my prick like a fist in a velvet glove.
More hot slobber ran down my cock, now mixed with a flood of cunt juice. The kneeling girl sucked up the funky dew and expelled it, along with her drool, over the next three inches of hard dick.
More insistent pressure. Firm asscheeks sweated from exertion. Then, the tight pussy gave way a bit more.
"WAAAAAAH! UP! UP! OH, WAAAAH!" the lap girl bawled in my face, all the while lifting and dropping her broken cunt down four inches of throbbing cock.
It was all over but the fucking ... almost. In a fit of screw rage. I gripped her ass and dragged it downhard. The tight folds of her pussy held, then yielded up their moist depths to the tip of my dick. I bottomed her on the wide base of my choad, grinding the bristly hairs of my balls into her cunt.
While the lap girl pounded my heaving chest weakly with balled fists, while she sobbed and berated me unintelligibly, I raised and lowered her pussy up and down my greasy dick. So tight! So hot! Every wrinkle sent pleasure spasms flying up my cock.
No, Wanda ... fucking you was never like this. This sweet young thing so eager for stiff dick-meat, so hungry for orgasm, so ripe for the taking.
Up and down I dragged her ass until her initial pain dissolved into pleasure. She began screwing me with abandon. I let go of her ass and stroked her rib cage, slick, heaving. I stroked her titties, too, pinching the hard nipples.
"Ooooomph! Oooooomph!" she muttered, as my dick lanced into her hot folds.
The other girl popped one of my swollen nuts in her mouth and gave it hot suck. Though I couldn't see her, I knew she was diddling herself because her sex whimperings grew in tempo and volume as my balls tightened in their hairy sack. I took her face in my hands and caressed her smooth cheeks, twisting her head around to rub her lips into my bag.
While the lap girl fucked me passionately, thighs quaking and stomach rippling as my cock rammed up her, I lifted the other girl's face all reddened from cunt and dick and scrotum friction, her budding tits flushed with lust, blushing pink at the nipples. Her eyes were wide open and expectant; a long streamer of drool trailed from her chin.
Taking hold of her ears, I pulled the hot little mink face down, down between the bobbing asscheeks of her friend, down into the hot cleft of her ass. I had only to point the way. The girl's hands locked around the lap girl's thighs and she pressed her face into the firm buttocks, pressed her lips to the puckered pore.
Instantly, the lap girl shuddered and shrieked. The touch of hot lips to her butthole was the final thrill. Delicious ripples of come-spasm raced up her cunt, milking my dick, drawing from it the first dribbles of pre-come, unctuous and creamy, then a thinner brew, laced with great ropy strands of white jism.
The urge to squirt dominated every cell, bathed each one in shimmering red heat. GOD! When it began, finally, way back behind my balls, my fucking toes curled up. A flock of geese flew out my ass, and I farted luxuriantly. Like white-hot bullets, the spurts of come shot up my sperm tube. They sizzled from the end of my dick and fountained up inside her.
When the first geyser hit her tube, she locked her mouth on mine and sucked the tongue right out of my mouth into hers, where she worked it in and out of baby lips, masturbating it like a cock.
The cunt spasms continued, stretching my orgasm out to the outer limit. I spurted and spurted up her, and the slimy egg flesh filled her and flopped out of her creamy pink cunt. It ran down my dick in a gooey river, making the screwing a slippery adventure. The room was suddenly full of fuck sounds ... squishy-squishy slurps of hot cock slipping up juicy cunt ... hot lips sucking at puckered pink pore.
For a long time the fucking continued, even though orgasm had long since faded. It was pure joy to see the girl flipping my dick up her ravaged snatch with such lust.
The other one left off sucking and came to the side of the chair. She leaned over and kissed me with her funky dick-cunt-butt lips and tongue. I slid a finger up her tight box. Another virgin! No doubt about it. Tight, hot little tube, full of wrinkles that just begged to be ironed out.
But after I sucked on her funky tongue and got her pussy all slippery and ready for her first fuck, she pulled back, eyes gleaming. She put her hands on her friend's shoulders and assisted her in a maneuver I found hard to believe.
Slowly, the two girls turned the lap girl around on my dick. The feeling was insane. Tight, fragrant pussy rotating around and around my choad. I watched spellbound as the cunt lips twisted. My dickshaft, which had slightly softened, tried to turn with the tight cunt, but could not. Around and around, the hot tube circled my cock, until it arched up, stiff and straining, and the lap girl's little titties once more heaved with excitement.
I was ready to do it to her again, or better yet, to shoot my wad up the still virgin one's almost hairless pussy. But it was not to be.
As soon as I achieved a full fledged boner, the sweet cunt was corkscrewed off me and the lap girl hopped to the rug. She stood there leering at me, while my thick and cloudy charge leaked from her pussy and trickled down the inside of her thighs.
Then, at the end of .the room, the heavy curtains parted.
Chapter 2
I held my breath. Out stepped a fantastically beautiful girl ... ash blonde hair ... maybe fourteen years old ... little cat face ... her body a deep golden tan everywhere except over her high titties and crotch, where a bikini had kept her a pale white. The nipples were capped with pink rosebuds and her cunt, sprinkled with sparse cornsilk down, protruded tastily from between her slim thighs. She had such a deep, inviting cleft between her pale cuntlips! Such a greedy smile on her face. Her long golden legs moved. She pirouetted, showing me the firm, white half-moons of her ass and the foxy little hump of her pussy from behind.
Then she stepped aside and another girl came from the curtain ... a tall, willowy Eurasian of sixteen ... skin a creamy white ... hips round curved ... eyes black and slanted ... lips a deep red, as was the slit between her legs ... a slit topped by a dense little toupee of straight black pubes. Her tits were small but hard and had long, pencil-stub nippies of a carnelian color.
Even as the Eurasian turned to show me her delicious ass, another girl came forth ... skin a deep reddish chocolate brown ... tits jutting out from her sleek rib cage like twin pudding mountains. She might have been fifteen, though her pussy, with its dark red inner lips peeking from the shiny brown outer ones, was without any kinky cunt fuzz. Her thighs were a bit thick, but set wide on her pelvis so they didn't rub together when she walked. There was plenty of fine access to her cunt all right, and she bent way over, spreading her big, firm asscheeks, showing me cunt and asshole alike.
Then an older girl of about eighteen came out. She had big tits, pear shaped and drooping sexily at the pink tips. Her bush was thick and brown and fanned out over the tight pink lips of her cunt. She had auburn hair that curled beside her long, white throat.
After her, there came six others, each exquisite, tight little beauties ... with firm tits and asses and pudgy little cunts that begged to be fucked. The grand-daughters of real estate barons ... pure and protestant, the babies of insurance salesmen ... not so pure and protestant, the pride and joy of gas station owners ... not so pure and not so protestant.
All the little angel faces leering at the stiff joint of my manmeat arching up out of my pants. The great, ugly head of my cock glistened. It was purplish in the red light, as was the shaft, with its thick, ropy veins, flexing sinews and smattering of warts and coarse hairs. It was somehow even more obscene looking when it stuck out of the fly of my Robert Hall doubleknits.
Brown-haired and blonde, black-haired and red ... all the little foxes circled around the reclining chair. They weren't oiled like the first two. Their bodies shone from their own lubricants, subtly, silkily.
I watched the tender pussies close the circle; my eyes darted from hairless muff to damp, fuzzy mound to tits never squeezed or sucked to buttocks never chewed on in a fit of passion. A haze, red and dangerous, slipped down over my eyes. A blast furnace in my gut sent great waves of stifling heat up my neck and over my face. I wanted to get up. I had to get up. To grab. To spread. To rape, if need be. But an immense weight kept me down, a weight like the g-force I'd felt earlier in the yellow beast when I stomped the monster and laid a long smouldering patch of rubber at 80 miles an hour.
Then the cunts were all inches away from the chair and unseen hands pushed on the black leather headrest. The chair eased back. My skull dropped two feet, but it felt like miles and miles. The skin on my face tingled and crawled. I was stoned out of my mind!!!
I rolled my head from side to side, taking in the incredible view of tight cuntmeat around me. Pussy after hot little pussy brushed so close to my greedy fingers, nose, lips, tongue. They played ring around the rosey about the chair. Long legs scissored, sending wafts of air rushing over ten aroused cunts, wafts of musky, foxy air rushing to my nose. I drooled like a trained dog at the heady scent, at the sight of silky thighs swishing over pussy lips that glistened unctuously. Red ones, pink ones, all the sweet petals took on a distinctly damp patina. And the air was stifling hot and funky with the bitch-in-heat smell.
Suddenly, twenty hands fell on me. Gently tugging at my collar, shoes, sportcoat and belt buckle. So gently they worked like twenty butterflies, peeling off my clothes with soft caresses.
And when I looked down I was naked, but the hands didn't stop caressing me, nor did the young bodies stop circling me. I grew dizzy trying to keep track of the hands that pinched my hairy nipples, stroked my earlobes, slid in a ring up and down my stone-hard dick. I concentrated on my dick to keep from passing out. The little hands masturbated me so eagerly. Black, white, creamy yellow, all took a turn. Their little tits hung down so tastily as they leaned over my gruesome choad. Heavenly hummocks peaked with stiff nipples.
The chocolate hands fluttered down my cock to grip my swollen nuts. I watched the brown girl's face. She grinned and closed her eyes as she played with my cock. In both hands she twisted it lovingly. "Ohhhh!" she cooed, as a drop of pearly squirt appeared in the slot.
All the girls made sounds of pleasure as they saw the sticky man juice. A chorus of "OOOOOH" and "AHHHHH" and then all of them leaned over the chair, thrust their faces towards the greasy, arching banana of my pud. Cunts and butts surrounded me. The older girl with the big bush actually clambered over the head of the chair, her sweet cunt brushed my nose, her ass in my face, as she strained towards my dickmeat. The slick lips of her pussy, hot and fragrant, left a dollop of thick juice on my nose. The sight of her mound so open and ready, her cunt fuzz so bushy and fine, made me react automatically. T grabbed her warm thighs. I thrust my face up into the funky mound, my nose into her pink asshole.
"OOOOOOOOOH!!" she exclaimed, as my tongue slipped up between her pussy lips and drove into her snatch.
I dragged her ass down on my face, boring up for as much cunt nectar as I could get. She was hot and slick up there, and tight as a drum. I corkscrewed my tongue around in her pussy and received for my effort a sweet rotation of her ass down on my mouth. The ring of cunt fuzz tickled my lips and nose, but I kept on slipping tongue up cunt.
Then flames licked up my dick. Ten blistering hot tongues lashed over my cock. They slurped up the pre-come and bathed my cock in shimmering slobber. The groans of the girl on my face were infectious. All the chicks began to whine and whimper ... like a bunch of collies in heat.
I couldn't see anything but the pink pore under my nose, couldn't feel anything but the soft lips of her pussy, couldn't taste anything but the funky stuff that drizzled out her hole on every backthrust of my tongue. But I could feel. Sweet Jesus! I could feel ten tongue tips touching, swarming over the stem of my dick. The sounds they made were muffled by the roar in my ears; the roar made by silky thighs brushing them back and forth as the fat, steaming mound was bumped into my mouth.
Then the older one shuddered; her asscheeks trembled against my cheeks. A long, keening whimper broke out above the background of slurpings and thigh rustlings. Her ass began flipping insanely into my face. Her butthole latched on to the tip of my nose, and her pussy clenched the root of my tongue. I ate snatch for all I was worth, like a starving man, like a glutton, like the sex-crazed subhuman I was.
Soft buttocks, bristly pubes, sweet cunt lining lifted off me. I was washed over by a wave of cool air. I looked down between my legs and groaned aloud. Seven young faces fought each other for the right to suck at my dick. Tongues whipped over one another, long pointed ones, fat pink ones. Greedy faces pressed in towards the slobber-drenched cap of my dick. Occasionally, the tongues would seem to get wrapped up in one another and the girls would give each other long, soulful, three and four way tongue sucks. All moaning, panting, whining through their noses. Then the chocolate lips, fat and lined with red velvet, dove over the end of my dick. They passed down over veins and warts and enveloped my cock in radiant heat. They pushed the tongue tips aside, and drove clear down to the wider base, clear down into the nest of coarse pubes, to nuzzle there. To nuzzle even though the cock girth distended the big lips to the splitting point. To nuzzle even though the shaft thrust deep in her gullet made her choke, cough and sputter.
Up the lips traveled, cheeks concave from hard sucking, tongue flipping over the underside, leaving a trail of hot Negroid drool on my cock. The other faces pressed in, tongues stretched to feel the slimy shaft, but the hot brown lips dropped down, plunging my choad into the tight confines of her throat.
The golden thighs straddled me. And a pale white crotch, pale from a bikini mark, bobbed before my eyes, nose, lips. I looked up into the ash blonde girl's face. Her cheeks were flushed; her eyes were full of the fuck lust.
Her hands gripped my ears as she squirmed her fat mound over my mouth. The scent was maddening. So sweet, like pine needles, yet an undertone of funkiness that thrilled my nostrils, rasped my palate.
I looked into the deep cleft, the sparse cornsilk pubes. Her cuntlips were swollen, aroused, and then the sweet fuckmouth dropped on mine.
"Eat me! Oh, please," she begged, rocking her firm ass down onto my chin, dragging her tasty pussy over my mouth.
I was my nose that flipped her cunt apart. It dove into the deep cleft, splitting it, turning aside fat lips, opening the steaming hot gash. The slick lining of her sex flesh brushed my nostrils, my lips. Then my tongue found her opening, a tight little ring of quivering meat. I speared her, gobbling up the first rush of her slippery goo. She grunted and shook her high ass, dragging cunt lips back and forth across my face, dragging hard nubbin of clit across my nose.
I grabbed her pale asscheeks, delighting in the firmness and the silky texture of her skin. I mauled them feverishly as I wallowed in her pussy.
Above the roar of her thighs against my ears, I could hear her sex mumblings. "Heeeeee! A-Heeeeee! Uh-huh ... uh-huh. Oh! Get my pussy. Oh, Daddy, eat me!"
Her hands milked my earlobes.
"Suck on it! OHHHHHH! Harder!!! HARDER!!!"
The slick cunt lining mashed down on my mouth. The cunt slobber ran up my nose, over my cheeks, as she flipped her butt into my face.
"Get me good. Oh!! You're doing it! DOING IT!!!"
White asscheeks beat a tattoo on ray chin, fanning the foxy fumes of buttholes and cuntbutter and slobber into my skull.
Then a cool sensation engulfed my cock. The black chick had given me up. It was followed by an even hotter sensation. Tighter and hotter as one of the younger girls threw herself on my cock. I could hear her choking and gagging on the warty stem, but still she forced the great drizzling bulb down her throat to batter into her gullet. She twisted the stem furiously, trying to make the root bend, to make her child's throat accommodate the stiff banana.
The pussy grinding down on my face began to spasm and fart air and cunt juice and drool. Fingernails dug into my earlobes. "EAT ME! EAT ME! EAT ME!" she commanded, snapping smooth hips forward on every syllable.
I felt the golden, flat tummy ripple, then pussy sucked at my tongue and pink asshole began to fart in little sputters. A great flood of her juice rushed out, choking me, thought I tried my best to swallow every fragrant drop.
The other girls lifted the wildly humping blonde off my face. I got a single, fleeting look at my handiwork. I will remember it for the rest of my days: her whole crotch was rubbed red from my tongue and lips. Her pussy lips dripping, creamy pink, cornsilk hairs plastered to swollen lips ... her tight little hole itself, clearly visible, opening and closing reflexively between turgid folds.
I looked down and saw the thirteen-year-old redhead gorging on my dick. Her freckled cheeks ballooned out; her milk-white titties heaved. She ate angry red cock like a champ, stuffing it in her face with both hands. My nuts flexed and a great gob of pre-come that had been lurking in them belched forth. The redhead made a gulping noise. Her tender adam's apple bobbed, and a strand of thick squirt dripped from each nostril. At the taste of the salty stuff, her first half-jigger of manjuice, she redoubled her efforts and my cock, huge in comparison to her child's face, plunged obscenely between her reddened lips down her throat.
Then everything turned brown. A chocolate ass dropped on my open mouth, smothering me. At the same instant I felt hot bush and pussy in both upturned palms, and my big toes were engulfed in-sizzling, wet flesh.
I could not look up. Nor did I really care to. I had all I could handle right on my face. The black chick had the most intense, den-of-foxes-in-heat cunt-stench you could imagine. It slammed into my nasal sensors, blotting out everything else. Then the taste hit me: at first rank and raw and full of buttfunk, then so musky and rich that I sucked it up in great slurps.
"Ssskkerrlooop!!!! Ssskeerloop!!!"
"My, MY!" she squealed in delight. "Ho so greedy!! What I got down there be pretty good. Mus' be fo' him to suck it so. Ohhh! Whitey! You gettin' it all! Eat that thang!"
My tongue flipped up between the brown lips, up into the dark red gash that dripped slick oblivion. Her hot juice, truly as slick as STP Oil Treatment, then trickled out faster, coating my throat. Brown hips flipped and I stuffed my tongue deep into her snatch, feeling the tight convolutions of her virgin tube.
My hands instinctively groped at the hot pussy that rubbed on them. The girls had their legs spread wide, and my hands pressed up in to their steaming mounds. With my right hand I squeezed a hairless hummock, dripping goo. With my left I fondled a red hot pair of cuntlips and a ring of sparse pubes. Simultaneously I forced the lips apart. I slipped my middle fingers up the tight holes. Twin screeches erupted in unison. But the ruptured virgins didn't bolt away from the stabbing fingers. They ground the digits up in to their cunts. I felt hot pussy, tight wrinkles wrapped around my fingers. Then the hot tubes began to drag themselves up and down my fingers, cunt sphincters twitching up a storm.
My big toes were likewise bathed in hot flesh. Cunt fuzz tickled between my toes; pussy juice leaked onto the top of my feet. Then heavy weights on both toes, insistent pressure until two more screams broke out and my toes slipped deep up tender pussies. Around and around the tight tubes spun on my toes, trying to corkscrew themselves deeper.
The black baby on my face began to whoop and holler as my tongue flipped up her cunt. "Got to get it ALL, honey. White men love that black meat. So fine. So FINE. Ah-Huhhh! Ah-huuuuhhhr!" she whined through her nose. Her big brown ass undulated under my hands. It worked rhymically, faster and faster as I built her up to orgasm. "AH-HUP! HUP! HUP! OOWEE! GODDAHAVEI-TALL! HUP! AH-HEEEEE! UH-HEEEE!"
Black pussy flailed up into my face; juice deluged me. I gobbled and swallowed and swallowed and gobbled, but still it rushed out. Her cunt gripped my tongue like a steel trap.
"AH-HEEEEEEEEE! heh ... heh ... heh," she panted, round tummy jiggling as cunt twitched orgasmically.
I was delirious, truly swacked out of my skull. Even after that wonderful brown meat left my face, I waggled my tongue around for more ... eyes closed, mouth hanging open ...
Then I opened my eyes and looked first at my hands, buried between two lovely pairs of thighs, middle fingers plunging up slick pussies. The Eurasian humped on my left while the fourteen-year-old worked out on my right. Their faces were contorted by fuck sneers, lip quivers, and they blushed bright red at cheeks and lips and nipples from fuck fever.
At my choad was the delicious ash blonde. She nursed at my cock head while running tiny hands over greasy dickshaft and drool-drenched balls.
At my feet I could see two fine firm asses bobbing over my toes. Tight little holes clenching and sucking, and pale toes disappearing up reddened cunts.
The room echoed with the sounds of fuck ... moist ... lusty ... anguished, yet pleasurable sounds. Then someone tipped the chair back.
The cunts left my hands and feet. Hot sticky stuff ran between fingers and toes. The air reeked of pussy and butt. I could not move. I looked at my dick. JESUS! It had never been so swollen, so engorged. The red cap was like a great mushroom, shining with beads of virgin's slobber.
I gripped the arm rests of the chair hard when I saw the thirteen-year-old redhead coming towards me. She walked brazenly, like a goddamed hooker, swinging her little ass and keeping her thighs far apart so I could see her little hairless mound and the dripping lips that split it. She climbed right up on the chair and nuzzled her mound into my face. The chair was just the right height so her tender crotch was directly over my mouth and all she had to do was hunker down a bit to get a tongue up her snatch. She reached out and touched my lips with a baby hand, opening them.
I bit her finger playfully.
All the other girls pressed in close around the chair. Their faces were inches from the action.
The redhead hissed and spit at me like a little cat, drawing back her finger and sucking on it. Then she opened my mouth again and I let her take hold of my tongue. Just the tip of it. She held it firmly and tugged it way out from my mouth. Then she mashed the end of it into the top of her cleft, into her buzzer and pisser. The taste was mild, but the odor unmistakably feminine. I reached for her small buttocks but the other girls pinioned my arms. The redhead released my tongue, reached under her ass and gripped it again. Lifting one slim white leg in the air, she lowered her hot little pussy down onto the outstretched ribbon of my tongue. She was sizzling hot and seeping juice. Back and forth, she see-sawed her pubescent pelvis, rubbing her pussy into my taste buds. The sensation was fantastic. Then she let her thigh fall over the back of the chair, let go of my tongue and dropped her whole cunt on my face. I stabbed up into her tight hole in a single powerful lunge and delved deep in her box, lashing my tongue around in great circles. The girl began crying shrilly and snapped her ass into my mouth as best she could considering the awkward angle.
Only when I had her outer cunt lips swollen, and the pink, tight inner ones loose and flopping open did she remove her slick hole from my face.
She stood on the seat of the chair for a second, admiring the slippery mess she'd left on my visage. Then she squatted over the wide head of my dick. She reached between her legs and gripped the loose inner lips, stretching them, as she lowered herself onto my cock.
At the first touch of her cunt to my prickhead I nearly shot my gummy wad. It was crazy enough seeing the milk white girl, all freckles and budding tits, straddling my cock, but the feeling was incredible. She groaned as she leaned back on my choad. The head of it looked fully as big as her leg. Despite the fact that she was holding onto her t, the girth of the head turned the lips outside in.
She puffed and grimaced, then raised up a bit and let hot drizzle trickle down my dick. Once again she leaned back, and her face turned red from the exertion. With a tearing noise, my cock began to go up her.
It was tight and squeaky and hot, let me tell you. And the horny little bitch didn't stop until she had her cunt lips rubbing into my pubes. She squatted in my lap, thighs outflung, my gross machine distending her crotch, belly, everything.
She struggled to raise herself up on the stiff dick. She strained to lift the hot ring of pussy from the base of my cock. She could not. For a second she panicked. Blue eyes popped open, as did sweet mouth; her arms flailed in the air frantically like a wounded bird. Her thighs trembled, and tears welled up in her eyes.
I laughed. I couldn't help myself. A great gut-rolling chuckle that set her jiggling around on the pole crammed up her cunt. She closed her eyes and sucked in a big gulp of air as my pubes, crisp and crackling, scratched her clit.
Then the other girls took hold of her thighs and lifted her up. WHAT SUCTION! I watched as the heft of my dick drew back what looked like half the inside of her cunt, all pink and creamy. No sooner had the girl neared the end of my cock, than she fought free of the helping hands. And with a great moan, let herself fall down the stem of my dick.
My cock pushed back fold after fold of hot buttered flesh. It was tasty, let me tell you. Even more so when I had her reamedxiut enough so she could raise and lower herself without help. The little whore began whipping my dick in and out of her box like a pro. Her pussy left a slimy trail of juice on my cockshaft.
She thrust herself up and down with a single-mindedness that was astounding. Every time her bald pussy would graze my pubes, she would twist her hips in a half-circle, squeal as clit brushed hairs and warts, then raise herself for another lunge. I could not count the thrusts she made. My eyes burned with the fever, as her pussy stuff ran down over my balls.
Then, as tight lips touched crisp pubes, she really let loose a loud yelp. "Daaaaaadaaaaaa!! WAAAAAAAH!!!!" she shrieked, even as she twisted her tube around my cock, making the head of it, deep up her cunt, brush folds of slippery heaven. She began to raise herself, then her eyes popped open wide. "WAAAAH!" she hollered. Her cunt began to spasm about my dick. She went limp and let herself fall all the way down my cock. Her sweaty little ass dropped into my lap. My cock spitted her like a ripe mango. She wailed her orgasm while her pussy quivered around my dick. Again the hands grabbed her, raised and lowered her. She shook her head from side to side as she came again and again. Her firm titties bounced every time her friends let her slide down to the base of my cock.
I wanted to squirt then. I swear I did. To fill that tender pussy with a man-sized helping of hot come. But I held back. There were so many left to screw. So many tight holes to burst. So many squeals of delight to hear.
The redheaded girl was dragged still humping off my dick. Then the whole crew of them fought for my favors. They rubbed hot cunt lips into my arms, legs, ears. I grabbed the Eurasian one by the tit and pushed her face down on my choad. The others stopped their entreaties. She slammed my cock to the bottom of her throat in one long lunge. Her straight black hair trailed down into the cuntslime that filled my belly button. She twisted around with my cock still in her throat, so that her ass stuck in my face. Her asscheeks were pale, creamy moons and her butthole a soft brown. The slot of her sex lay open and drooling a translucent goo. She kneeled on the armrests, and backed her ass up into my face. I took in the mind boggling scent of her butt and cunt, then licked the fat cunt lips with my tongue. She shook her ass and scooted down lower so I couldn't reach her pussy but had a fine shot at her bunghole. I speared the tight ring lovingly as she sucked my dick. I could see her head, upside down between her legs, bobbing up and down like crazy, thrusting my slimy choad in and out of her hot throat.
I ate butt like a champ while her pore twitched and tugged at the root of my tongue. She rubbed her round cheeks back into my face and suddenly my hands were free. I slid them up the inside of her outflung thighs and put a thumb up her juicy hole while gripping her taut nipple between thumb and forefinger. We humped that way for a stinky eternity. The others crowded around to watch and to holler encouragement.
Finally, she could take no more. She gave up my cock and began snapping her ass around. She growled deep in her throat and I could feel the ties coursing over her belly and thigh to her very butthole. With a pop, her ass and my tongue parted company. She crawled right down the chair, and with her back to me, hunkered over my choad. I could see the red cap as she fitted it up her sloppy wet pussy. She held it by the stem and kind of mushed it around in the loose lips, searching for her hole. I reveled in the feeling her cuntlips gave me. Then, all at once, she dropped her ass and my cock drove up her box, ironing out every wrinkle she was born with. She rocked up and down and I watched my cock slide in and out of her pussy. I watched how it drew back the sparse ring of black hairs, plastered to the shaft by the flow of cunt liquor. She made squishy-squishy sounds as she rocked, whimpering, but slightly, when I reached around and gave her nipples a hard pinch. In and out. In and out. While her slim rib cage heaved and her hands milked my nuts passionately.
When she came, she let out a high pitched sigh. She stiffened for a second, then began rocking like a mad woman. She worked herself into a dither over my sweating cock until she was squeezing her own tits and mumbling to herself. When they hauled her off me, she did not complain, but her pussy gave the end of my cock a long, hot suck before it popped out.
No sooner than she'd been disengaged and the chair reclined again. I thought I was about to be drowned in cuntbutter once more but, instead, the black chick straddled me. Waggling her ass in my face, and holding the cheeks spread for my pleasure, she lowered her cunt onto my prick.
"You gon' be the foist to fuck me, Whitey? Don' that do you balls some good? Don' that make you wanna gimme all you sticky stuff?"
Hot and wet, her nasty muff closed around my pud. With a rhythmic snap of her full hips, she sent my dick flipping up her cunt. There was no hymen to pop. No pained contortions in her face. She licked her fat lips with a pointed red tongue and sneered at me as she raised her hands to her tits and her cunt up the shaft of my cock. "Ain't tha gooood? Oh! I swear you cock feel so big and stiff I think you gon' make me come. OOOOH! When it so deep ... I ... I ... I gots to ... "
She let a hand fall from her jutting boob and drop between her spread thighs. She flicked her erect clit in time with her sliding and my slipping my cock up her. "OH! OOH! OH! You SO BIG! I love you SO."
Brown butt bobbed; brown finger flicked. My pud slipped into the delicious, tight confines of her pussy. My chest heaved as she humped me. She ran her fingers over my chest, squeezing my nipples and begging me to shoot. "Make me ... OH, THAS SO FINE ... make me ... a baby ... BABY. AH-EEEK!" Brown cunt lips dove madly down over my cockshaft. Brown hips jiggled, and in my hands her asscheeks quivered.
"COME!" she wept, as she herself slipped over into orgasm. Her pussy sucked at my dick with an unholy power, like a vacuum cleaner made of dark red meat. She fell to my chest as spasms racked her cunt. She thrust the tip of her tongue up my nose as her pussy milked my tumescent cock.
Even with that added fillip, I could not let myself come. There were so many more.
When they took her off me, her cunt made a loud farting noise and a great gout of pre-come and cuntstuff ran out of her box.
As determined as I was, I nearly dumped my wad when the ash blonde girl squirmed in ahead of the rest and wrapped her pale titties with their pink nipples around the cuntslime-drenched shaft of my cock. She worked her boobs lovingly up and down the greasy red stalk, until the accumulated jism and pussy slop oozed out over the top of her tightly squeezed boobs. Little kitten face leered at me. A long pink tongue lapped at the engorged head of my dick.
"Ummmm," she said.
Then she climbed up in the chair, her slim thighs wide apart, and the white box I'd so recently devoured hung open and ready for a fuck. She flipped the head of my dick around between her cunt lips, relishing the feel of the hot velvet cap against her sexflesh. Her face twisted up in a sex pout. "OOOOH! You're going to fuck me now," she swore. But first she backed up arid impaled her face on my dick. She slavered over it, sucked it, lapped it, bottomed it, chewed at the very root, worshipped it like some pagan idol.
Then, when it shone with her thick spittle, she lifted it to her pink pussy and plunged it up her hole.
The tightest of the lot! And the hottest, too! So many folds, like a pipe, a corrugated pipe made of slick flesh.
She screamed when she touched cunt lips to the base of my dick.
She screamed and raised herself up, and slid down the shaft to scream again. I gripped her white ass and twiddled the pink floral opening of her asshole as she lowered herself once more.
The tight ring of her pussy squeezed the shaft of my dick unmercifully. Up and down, fat mound widely split by the girth of my cock, the cornsilk pubes sticking to the angry red stem.
She paused and leaned forward. She breathed raggedly in my face. "God, you're KILLING ME!" she hissed. She began licking my cheeks as she flipped my cock up her again. And again. And again. I thought my mind would snap. Her babble of fuck whimpers in my ears, her tongue flicking over my lips, her asshole beginning to slip down over my thumb.
She drew herself up, and my obscene length of cock stood up between her legs like a tree trunk, spitting her. I squeezed her ass tenderly. Instead of giving me another hot, tantalizing taste of her pussy, she lifted her cunt off my cock and gripped the slimy thing by the stem, just beneath the head. Her little thumb worked the nerve bundle back and forth, back and forth, sending wave after wave of fuckjoy to my skull. She scooted forward and said, "I want you to have this one, too ... "
My cockhead grazed her tight pink butthole. She ground the tip of my dick in to her blazing pore. She sucked in gulps of air and her asshole fluttered about my cock. Then it relaxed and she rippled her stomach muscles and I felt the head and nerve bundle get sucked up her rosebud ass. I mean SUCKED! She didn't stop until I hit some obstacle deep in her bowels. When she lifted her butt up to give me the benefit of her twitching sphincter, she began to bawl, absolutely bawl. Big tears rolled down her cheeks as she slid my cock from her butt. It was a mind snapping sight ... all that cock up that little ass. All that cock coming out so slick and shining.
Then she gave me the business. One endless, rippling thrust after another. I could feel the stem shoot up her, feel it between my hands. She pulled at her hair and shuddered in long, racking spasms. I slid three fingers up her broken cunt and began diddling her pussy for all I was worth. You see, way back behind my nuts the first whooping cranes had begun to flap out my ass. The little cunt got the message soon enough. Her pussy glommed onto my fingers and I swear I could feel my own dick up her ass through the wall of her cunt.
As she bucked and writhed, the cloudy nut milk belched up my dick. I could bear no more. I tore my fingers from her snatch and twisted her around on my tumescent cock. I turned her until I had her in a knee-chest position on the chair in front of me. Then I really socked my cock to her. Churned her ass but good. She yelled bloody murder as I shoved my spurting cock to her, but I could feel her coming, feel her belly rippling, thigh trembling just the same. I squirted, and she pounded the chair with her fists as the blistering hot fluid raged up her ass. White cheeks pumping ... my greasy dick slogging up her pore.
I came and came until sperm gushed out her ass and flopped over her spread pussy and down on to the chair. And still I kept pumping. She chewed the black leather and screeched but I did not stop cornholing her until I was satisfied, until the last wave of pleasure passed over my balls.
Then I drew my cock from her ass with a smack. She didn't move, but just waggled her ravaged ass around in the air, as if asking for seconds. I would've gladly given them to her. My cock had passed into the stone-hard-forever stage ... the unfeeling club of ligament and sinew. But there were others who hadn't even gotten "firsts" yet.
I humped and humped until four a.m. I humped until all ten girls had been ruined in every conceivable way.
When I left the "Lion's Lair," I felt like some kind of sex god. It was downright crazy, let me tell you. I had put aside the cowering form of Harold Heinie and taken on the potent spirit of some pagan diety.
It was downright crazy because, despite all the hot fuck-suck and cherry popping, I left the place the same way I went in ... with a great hulking hard-on pitching a tent in my doubleknits.
Chapter 3
Eventually my erection went down ... somewhere over Utah ... but the sense of pride, confidence, etc. stuck with me all the way back home.
I don't mean the same kind of macho thing as the Don Juan of the Motor Inn Lounge, either. I didn't, feel like a man because I'd ruined all those virgins. What really mattered was that I'd performed like the Harold Heinie of old, of pre-Wanda ... I'd been sensuous, uninhibited, totally involved in the pleasure of the lovemaking.
Funny thing, too, after I got back I began to think about girls I'd known at the business school and in high school. I got flashbacks of love I'd made on picnics, on couches, on porch swings. And the faces of the girls paraded in front of me, as well as their nubile young bodies.
I puffed out my chest.
Then I made the mistake of looking in the mirror. I guess I hadn't really done that in a long time. I was FAT! There was no way of getting around it; no sucking in the gut and telling myself that I was just a trifle "overweight." I was a blob.
At first I blamed Wanda for making me go to pot. But it wasn't her fault. Not entirely, anyway. Admittedly, she enjoyed rubbing my nose in it about being a tub and useless and all, but it was my fault that I sought refuge from her snarling in oral gratification, cream pies and triple portions. It was MY weakness.
By the way, Wanda, if you're still reading this, I hope you enjoyed the flowers I sent to your room. Lilies always were your favorite.
Anyway, back to my "weight problem" ... When I saw myself in the mirror, I was suddenly embarrassed. You know, that those girls had seen me so out of shape. It hadn't seemed to matter to them at all, but it mattered to me. My slumbering male vanity had awakened. That was when I made my resolution to exercise and diet.
The new Harold, instead of coming home and drinking a half-gallon of beer and eating a big bag of pistachios, jogged around the block and did sit-ups. The first week I was so stiff I could hardly walk, but on the eighth day my back and legs loosened up.
I wasn't really expecting another invitation right away, but when it came I was delighted. The plain, white envelope stuck out from the rest of my mail like a sore thumb. The envelope was thicker this time and the postmark was from Boise, Idaho. I ripped open the letter and the contents spilled out. Glossy photographs and another engraved, pink card fluttered down to my feet.
I scooped up a handful of photos. They made my mouth water. They were Polaroid's. Color photos of three girls, one blonde and two brunettes, all around twenty years old, all naked, all posing with thighs spread.
You may well ask why these pics had any effect on me at all, especially when I had tons of what the trade called "split beaver glossies" in the closet? First of all, the girls were truly beautiful, not the run-of-the-mill porno chicks ... and not the plastic Vogue models, either. They were clean, wholesome, each with an individual style. They reminded me of nothing so much as the Pep Squad at my high school. They were THAT kind of beautiful. The poses they struck were at the same time demure and tantalizing. Round thighs bracketed dark pubic fans, and fat, pink outer lips. High, firm breasts were capped with soft rings of rose and mocha.
What excited me further was the prospect that these three girls were posing just for me, that they were going to be making love to me at ... "Midway Junction, Route 505, Gustin, Texas, at 11 p.m. on Saturday, May 15th."
I left home early Saturday morning and drove the station wagon straight through to Gustin. It took almost twelve hours, and I was glad I had air-conditioning, let me tell you.
Gustin was just a whistle stop along the main highway to the big south Texas cities. Just a Dairy Whiz, three service stations, and the brand-spanking-new Wanderlust Lodge, a five-story motel with ninety antiseptically clean rooms and a clump of green plastic palm trees under the huge, neon vacancy sign.
Midway Junction was the only cross street around, so I couldn't miss it. It stretched off into the fading sunset, a grey ribbon in the flat, parched distance that disappeared in the heat waves still shimmering from the earth.
The rendezvous was definitely the Wanderlust Lodge. I pulled into the parking lot. I got out of the car and made tracks for the double glass doors of the "Reception Center." The air outside was stifling. Inside it was downright chilly.
"Can I help you, sir?" asked the pert girl in the Wanderlust Lodge uniform, a super-short red dress and perky red hat ... like a cross between an airline stewardess and a waitress at some fast-food-burger franchise.
I told her my name and asked if there was a reservation for me. There wasn't. When I showed her my invitation, her eyes sort of lit up.
"Oh, of course, sir ... " she said. "Here's your room key, and the meeting is in our convention facility, the Viking Room."
After a snooze and a quick shower in my room, I changed clothes and took the elevator down to the lobby, following the arrows to the Viking Room. It was tucked in a far corner of the building, but you couldn't miss it. It had a great, grotesque, art-nouveau painting of a fierce Norseman ... red hair, flowing beard, horned helmet ... on the drift-wood-paneled doors.
A short fellow in a little red coat and cap sat at a table in front of the doors. When I reached for the door handles, which were actually fake Viking I battleaxes, he stopped me and asked for my card, I showed it to him, and he opened the doors for me. Inside was a foyer, dark and plushly carpeted. ; When my eyes got used to the dim light, I recognized the man in the butler's uniform who stood at the pair of doors at the far end of the foyer. He stepped forward.
"Good evening, sir," he said, slipping the bolt on the door I'd just come through and opening the other doors. "This way, if you please, sir ... " he said.
I was directed into what looked like your everyday, bar-cum-nightclub. Low ceiling of black stucco, long mahogany bar, Viking shields, helmets and swords on the walls, decor in red and black, little round tables with candles on them, and, at one end of the room, a low stage and black curtains.
Some convention hall! The butler took my invitation and bade me sign the big book. After I handed him back the pen, he said, "Please take a seat, sir, the others will be along soon."
By "others" I assumed he meant the girls. I sat down at a table by the stage and tried to scan the Polaroid's one more time in the flickering candlelight. It was maddeningly difficult.
Then the doors opened behind me and I heard male voices. They were asking the same questions that were on the tip of my tongue. Namely: "who the hell is he?" and "what're they doing here?"
The men stepped into the light. One was black, about forty, a real monster ... close to six-foot-six and two hundred and fifty pounds. The other was white, about twenty-five, fairly short and thin.
The butler introduced everybody. "Mr. Heinie, this is Mr. Bowanga," he said of the black man. "And this is Mr. Merton. You'll ail be sharing tonight's experience."
There were complaints from all three of us, but the servant ignored them and left without another word.
The grumbling continued, from Merton and myself at least, after the doors had closed.
"Hey, it's no use in hassling about that now," Bowanga said, undoing his tie and shoelaces. "So we all thought we were going to get those chicks to ourselves ... so we were wrong. From the looks of those pictures there's plenty to go around anyway. Relax."
Bowanga stripped down to the skin. Black and sleek skin it was, too. And tight over the bulging muscles in his arms and chest. He wore his hair in a short afro, and the tight curls receded in deep widow's peaks at his temples.
"Didn't you play pro ball?" Merton asked him. Merton began getting out of his clothes, too. I followed suit.
"Yep, for Detroit for awhile ... but I'm a new-car salesman now," said the black man. He had the biggest black cock I ever saw, and you've got to remember that, thanks to the fine publications of the Liberal Love Foundation of Akron, Ohio, I had seen quite a few such members.
I dropped my pants and kicked off my shoes. So my dick wasn't as big as the black stud's, at least I figured I had the skinny fellow's beat. Wrong. He was bigger than Bowanga. Hung like a firehose, he was. And uncircumcised, so his joint looked like a great flaccid night crawler. I told myself that size wasn't everything, but Wanda's taunts echoed in my skull.
When the other guys pushed the little tables out of the way and dragged armchairs up in front of the stage I did the same. We all three flopped down in the chairs.
"What do you think all this is really about?" Merton said. "I mean, who's behind all of it? What's it leading up to?"
"Shoe-eee! Man, why do you want to mess your head up with stuff like that?" Bowanga said. "What difference does it make who's behind it? Why does it have to be leading up to something? Man, you been watching too much boob tube or something. You got to take things like they come, brother."
It was right about then that "things" began to "come." The curtains parted and the three lovely girls in the Polaroid's came out one at a time.
"AMEN!" Bowanga said.
The first girl was a brunette, tall and willowy, with pale delicate skin and breasts like upturned pears. Her hair fell clear to her narrow waist. The expression on her face was almost serene, her eyes heavy-lidded, her full lips smiling. She pirouetted for us, showing us her lyre-shaped hips, her round buttocks, the dark bush of her sex hairs that shadowed pale pink pussy lips.
At the sight of her tender opening, my dick began to twitch in quick little jerks.
The next girl out was the little blonde. She, too, had long hair, but it wasn't as long as the brunette's. It fell just to her pert little tits. The shimmering strands of gold hung between the twin hummocks, tickled the rosy pink nipples. Her face was beautiful in the classic sense: delicate, yet full of strength. Her nose was slightly arched, her eyes light blue. All she wore was a gold bracelet and two rings, one on her pinky and one on her middle finger. Her skin looked as smooth as silk and it had a light tan to it that did not conceal the delicate tracery of blue veins on her slim thighs. Though the rest of her was indeed exquisite, it was her bush that moved my dick to full attention. It was dark brown and sparse at the top and full and fluffy right over her hole. It looked so downy soft, and her asscheeks so firm and squeezable ... well, I wasn't the only one with a harden. Three cocks, stiff and straining, saluted her.
The third girl, tall and deliciously full-figured, stepped out. She was the only one wearing any clothing, though what she wore didn't conceal much. She had on a kind of fishnet tank top that clung to her big tits, and her dark, reddish brown nipples peeped out provocatively. Her tits were nice and soft looking but not at all droopy. They jutted out like sweet half-grapefruits. She wore a skimpy, lavender, crocheted bikini, through which her deeply tanned thighs and ass could be seen. Her brown belly, a round, pudgy doughnut around her deep navel, eased down into the lavender "V" of her bikini. Between the wide hips a fat mound protruded. Through the loose weave of the bikini, I could see the black hairs of her pussy. Her face was haughtily beautiful: green eyes, almond-shaped and tilting up at the corners, catlike; her nose was narrow and small; her cheeks were high and fleshy, her mouth wide and inviting; chin not quite square, but rounded sensually, the perfect compliment to her fat lower lip. She wore her brown hair in a long shag that cascaded to her shoulders.
The sound of hoarse breathing brought me out of the trance induced by big, tanned buttocks. Bowanga, who sat next to me, was slipping his long, black cock through his fist. His mouth hung open, and his eyes darted from girl to girl. The great bulb on the end of his dick bobbed about in a blur as he masturbated the stiff bone. He breathed raggedly, in gulps, then he let out a long hiss between his clenched teeth.
All eyes in the room were on the end of his dick as the gout of slimy jism spurted out. In long, ropy strands it flopped to the rug. He milked the come out in passionate, wringing strokes, while his thigh muscles twitched and spasmed. Only when the last drop dribbled out did he stop. He licked his lips and smiled. "I was just clearing out my tube, ladies. Don't fret." He lifted the still-hard cock and patted his bristly balls. "There's plenty more where that came from."
The girls gave each other secret, knowing looks. Then the first two approached the brunette in the monokini, one from either side. They closed in on her big boobs and I held my breath when two pairs of slender hands began swarming over the succulent mounds, pinching, palpitating, reveling in their silky softness and wonderful heft.
The brunette closed her eyes and made a little a little pout as fingers twiddled with her dark nipples. Long painted nails tenderly scratched the stiffening nubbins while the free hands squeezed soft titties, bouncing them in small palms, while they stroked the plushly upholstered rib cage and belly.
Two pointed tongues, one pale pink, the other a deep crimson, lashed over generous lips, anticipating the feast of nipple to come. Hungry mouths descended, and tongues, slick with drool, mashed into the hard nodules, rasping them back and forth across taste buds, coating them with hot slobber. Like two sex-starved infants, the girls nursed at the brunette's tits, They squeezed and sucked and sucked and squeezed, as if trying to coax a sweet taste of milk from the firm breasts.
And as they belabored the heaving mounds, they each swished their thighs together. The sound of silky skin grazing silky skin filled the room. The girls worked themselves up to a slow boil, buttocks shifting, thighs pumping, cunt lips sliding up and down over each other.
The brunette grasped both eager heads and pressed the faces down onto her tits. "Ohhhh! Bite them! Bite them hard!" she cooed.
The girls obeyed and tight brown buds were seesawed between pairs of sharp teeth.
"Look at that!!!" Merton exclaimed, pointing to the crotch of the brunette's bikini.
Sure enough, a slick drizzle of pussy juice had begun to flow from her cunt. It ran out of the wide weave and drooled down the inside of her thighs.
We were sitting about four feet away from the action, and the scent hit all three of us simultaneously. We groaned in unison.
The girls were interested in the foxy smell, too. They left off nipping the brown buds and slowly lowered their heads, lashing tongues all the while over rib cage and belly, and, finally, over each other in a long, soul-searching kiss.
The sight of two such lovely girls sucking tongues was maddening, but what they proceeded to do next was downright enraging. Mouths parted, and the girls knelt in front of the panting brunette. She stood with her thighs wide apart, knees bent. The girls fell on the cuntslobber that ran down the brunette's calves. They sucked up the funky juice, snorting and wheezing to beat the band.
The brunette began to shake her ass, and her tits jiggled tastily against one another. "OH! Higher! Pleeeease! HIGHER!" she pleaded.
The girls, their heads pressed together cheek-to-cheek, slowly worked up the inside of her thighs, eating every drop of cunt nectar, until they were sucking at the very edge of the knitted strap that held her cunt. Tongues flipped in under the tight band, and they touched tips over the dark tangle of cunt bush.
"OH! OH, GOD!" the brunette wailed, snapping her hips. She ripped the bikini down over her thighs to give the hungry girls a better access to her hot folds.
What a muff she had!! Thick and curly at the top, it dwindled as it descended, so that her fantastically fat and pink mound was nearly hairless. The outer lips were coated with a shiny dew, and the girls fell on them with a vengeance. Two tongues rasped up and down the fat slit, spreading the swollen lips, gobbling up the heady brew that issued from them.
The brunette moaned and rocked her hips back and forth, hunkering down even lower, as if trying to force the two tongues up her snatch.
"Eat me ... COME ON! Eat my box!!" she entreated them.
The girls paused to slurp up a great rush of juice, then the blonde shifted around behind the brunette. She got down on her hands and knees, her pert tits swayed lazily. Her face was right under the big asscheeks. The other girl took up a similar station in front of the hunkering woman. Then both girls went at the spread cunt in a frenzy of oral lust. Their mouths swarmed over the fragrant hole, sucking up the juice and stabbing up the tight orifice.
They took turns. First the blonde would thrust her tongue up the brunette's box from behind until her lips nuzzled in the fine black fuzz at the cunt's base and her nose bumped into the tight brown butthole. After five or six lightning quick thrusts, she'd withdraw to polish the butthole, while the other girl curled her tongue up and around the slick mound and into the brunette's hot pussy.
They worried her slit like a pair of terriers after a mouse. It dripped with their slobber, and the fat lips began to droop, to swell, to part like the petals of a pink flower.
The air in the room was full of the smell of pussy in heat, and groans and moans came from the performers and audience alike. We had fantastic views of all the action, of all three pussies. The girls sucking cunt waggled their asses in the air, showing us their aroused mouths, damp, fur-rimmed slits and tight assholes.
Then both girls went after the open snatch simultaneously. Their tongues slid up the cunt back-to-back, working wildly over one another, churning the cunt juice into a fine lather. They whimpered and snorted into the slick opening.
The brunette suddenly let her head fall back, and her eyes closed and her hips went berserk, flipping in a rhythmic, rolling motion, driving the paired tongues up her seething hole. "Ahhhh! AHHHHH!" she sighed from deep in her belly as the orgasmic wave lifted her.
We could see the tongues delving up her, and the mixed emotion flitting across the faces of the girls as the pussy clamped down on the roots of their tongues in what must've been a painfully powerful spasm. They closed their eyes and rode out the tossing of the round hips.
The brunette's eyes were full of satisfaction when she finally opened them. She lifted her leg up, standing on one foot to give us a look at the two girls still sucking at her cunt.
Jesus! Their sweet faces were buried in damp muff, shiny with each other's slobber and the thick cunt juice; their tongues still diving together into the slick depths.
The brunette disengaged herself and went behind the curtain. The little blonde immediately fell on her friend's snatch, pushing her back onto the stage, spreading her thighs, and licking the pouty lips that puckered from the nest of dark pubes. Her pointed tongue speared the damp slot lovingly.
She and her friend were oblivious to the brunette who returned to the stage, but not alone. All three of us men once more groaned in unison. She'd strapped on a huge black dildo. It was held snugly to her mound by a black leather harness, two thin straps of which cut dimples across her buttocks and joined somewhere under her asshole. She pretended to jerk off the vinyl cock, teasing the tip with a ring she made of her thumb and forefinger.
"Tha's some dick!" Bowanga exclaimed.
It was at least as big as his and covered with clumps of warts and big, thick veins; it even had a pubic bush of woolly sporran, and a pair of pendulous black balls. It was a sight, let me tell you, to see that fine, foxy woman, so perfectly female, with that big ugly dick sticking out between her legs.
She kind of bent over and took the black head between her tits and rubbed them over the tip.
All the while the girls on the floor were writhing and moaning. The blonde's tongue was a blur as it drilled the sloppy snatch. The soft lips moved in and out, animated by the powerful suction of the blonde's mouth. The blonde was kneeling between the other girl's thighs, and her ass stuck out so tantalizingly that it hurt to watch.
The brunette was watching it, too. She reached up under her own ass and ran her palm over her dripping slit. She closed her eyes and flared her nostrils as she felt herself. Then she took her hand away. It was coated with slippery stuff. She rubbed the goo over the stem of the plastic cock until it shone; then she covered the tip.
She put her foot on the blonde's stuck-up ass and pushed hard. The smaller girl fell forward and landed on the other girl's belly with a smack that knocked the wind from both of them.
The girl on the bottom instinctively locked her arms around the little blonde. Then she opened her eyes and saw the brunette advancing with the dildo greased and ready. She gripped the blonde's face and sucked the tongue right out of her mouth. She nursed on it tenderly while the blonde squirmed and wiggled to get their pussies aligned and rubbing together. The two hot slits mashed against each other, and the blonde's ass began to bob as she worked her clit against the other girl's.
The brunette knelt down and touched the blonde's soft ass. "Ummmmph!" the blonde said, trying to twist away from the mouth that sucked on hers. Her blue eyes were full of lust, but that lust turned to surprise when she felt the black penis graze her inner thighs. "UUUUMM-MMMPPHHH!" she protested.
But the brunette would have none of it. She eased herself into primo fucking position and aimed the head of the monstrous tool at the tender pussy. She parted the fluffy fuzz right over the tight hole with the tip of the cock.
The blonde struggled and tried to escape, but the girl beneath her held her fast, locking her thighs about her waist, relishing the friction of cunt against furry cunt.
The brunette pushed the head into the damp slot.
"OHHHHHH!" the blonde wailed. The wide head of the dick turned her pussy lips in on one another as it dove into her snatch.
The brunette said, "You're so tight, baby, You're so hot and tight." And she began to talk like she was some hung stud, instead of a foxy woman. "I'm going to fuck you until you come, baby. You like that action, don't you?"
The blonde said nothing intelligible, for the black cock slipped up her cunt five quick inches. The only sound she made was a sudden gasp. The bigger girl leaned way over her, rubbing her tits into the soft skin of the blonde's back until the nipples once more stood out stiff and hard. "You're going to fuck me so good," she said.
The black dick lanced up as tanned asscheeks flipped.
"GOD! Oh, GOD!" the blonde sobbed into the other girl's neck. "GOD, let me go!"
The woolly artificial pubes rubbed into her tight asshole, and the brunette rotated her ass in great, cunt-stretching circles. Then she began fucking in earnest. The head and stem of the cock flew in and out of the red and roughened cunt like mad, and the effort brought forth a patina of sweat on the brunette's ass.
"OH! OH! OH!" the blonde yelped on every thrust, until her snatch gave forth such a rush of juice that it ran down the shaft, into the fake pubes and down over the brunette's thighs in a hot river.
That was all the encouragement the brunette needed. She beat triple time on the mouth of the blonde's cunt with the base of the dildo. And the rhythmic bumping of mound into butt was taking its toll on her, too. She sucked and bit the girl's back, and her cheeks flushed in pre-orgasmic blush. The one on the bottom was having a fine time, as well. Her cunt was getting bumped every time the black cock slid up the blonde's pussy.
The blonde's outcries slowly subsided, replaced by the sweet squishy-squishy sound of cock delving into cunt. Her chest heaved; her titties swayed. She gasped air through her mouth. Then it hit her. ORGASM! She shook her ass wildly back and forth, flipping her butt up into the dick thrusts.
It was crazy watching that ebony tree trunk diving into her muff; crazy watching the brunette's tits jiggle as she shoved all that pseudo-meat to her lover; crazy watching the one underneath, legs wrapped around the blonde, ass snapping up from the floor to mash her clit into hot flesh above.
All of them started whining, squealing. The brunette and the blonde came simultaneously, humping like madwomen. The girl on the bottom could not quite get over the edge. As the girls above her thrashed and screeched, she groaned and flipped her hips up from the floor, frantically trying to bridge the orgasm gap.
Then it was over. The brunette gave the blonde one long tip-to-root thrust that wrung a whimper of joy from her lips, and let the slimy tool pop out of her snatch.
"Uh! Me! I didn't ... ME!" the other girl shrieked ... so close and yet so far.
It was the blonde that held the other girl pinned then. She ground her ravaged pussy into the outspread cunt. I could see the loose lips of the blonde's cunt swarming over the supine girl's. They've must've been hotter than hell. The girl underneath rolled her head from side to side.
The brunette crawled around to the girl's contorted face, the glistening cock bobbing obscenely between her sweaty thighs. She lowered the funky tool to the other girl's lips.
The girl's eyes popped open. "N-NNOOOOO!" she said, shaking her head as the brunette ran the underside of the cock up and down the soft valley of her lips. The blonde held her friend tight as the brunette forced the protesting girl's jaws apart.
GOD! Then it happened so fast! One second the black root lingered, hovering over her open mouth, then it was balls deep in her face, fucking up a storm. The girl on the bottom rolled her eyes ecstatically as the gruesome thing flipped down her throat.
In and out. In and out. The brunette reamed out the girl's throat. And we could see the effect that it was having on her snatch. No longer were the blonde's cunt lips the most outflung, the loosest, the juiciest. It was the girl underneath whose floppy pussy sucked at the blonde's. It was the girl underneath whose juice trickled down between her humping asscheeks, down into the dark and mysterious crack in her ass. So sweet. So creamy pink and dripping wet.
The feel of those slick lips against her pussy got the blonde going again, too. She half-raised herself up on elbows, like a man, and ground her pussy into the girl beneath, all the while watching spellbound as the funky dick that had so recently fucked her slipped in and out of her friend's face.
Then it was our turn to be bedazzled. The blonde pressed her mouth to the plunging shaft, sucking up the residue of her own stinky juice, clamping onto the shaft and her friend's lips.
The brunette shifted and shoved the cock down the eager blonde's throat. Then she gave it back to the girl beneath. This madness went on while the two sloppy pussies slapped against each other, while the two pairs of asscheeks bobbed.
The blonde called a halt to the action by grabbing the end of the dick as it left her lips. She twisted it to one side and the two girls acted as one. The girl beneath grabbed the brunette's thigh while the blonde clambered up. They knocked the brunette down on her back. She protested mightily at the rough treatment, but they didn't pay any attention to her.
The other girl was worked up into an absolute dither with all the cunt bumping and sucking. She shook out her long hair as she straddled the brunette's hips and then proceeded to drag her slippery cunt up and down the girl's smooth thighs. The brunette sucked in a great gulp of air at the feel of slick lips sliding over her legs, leaving a snail's trail of fragrant dew behind.
No sooner had she sucked in the air, than the blonde straddled her head and shoved her dripping muff into the supine girl's face. The brunette knew what was expected of her and relished the prospect. She dove into the blonde's cunt with a twisting, corkscrewing tongue. The blonde gripped her by the hair and snapped her hips into the stabbing tongue.
The other girl lowered herself onto the head of the dildo. She let all of her weight down at once so the thing shot up her cunt like lightning and she writhed there on the brunette's tummy, spitted like an apple on a jackknife.
Then she raised herself up the thick stem. Her breathing was a series of desperate little sobs; her chest rose and fell with, the effort, and her pear-shaped tits swung tastily. Up and down. Up and down. And with every long slide to the base of the cock, a great waft of her cunt fumes would drift over to us. Lord, it burned the inside of my nose and set my balls belching up gobs of pearly pre-come.
The brunette couldn't keep up with the frantic hip movements of the blonde. The smaller girl rubbed her entire cunt over the brunette's face until her nose and eyes were shiny with cunt juice and drool. She rode the brunette's face like a bucking bronco, her own face contorted by orgasmic sheer and fuck-pout, her ass bumping into the girl's chin.
It didn't take too much of that stiff plastic prick to bring the willowy girl off. She tugged at her long hair, scratched her stomach, and yelled, "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" as the ripples of pleasure hit her cunt. She let a hand fall behind her ass, down into the fork of the brunette's crotch. Her fingers fiddled with the lose cunt lips, found the seething hole and began diddling it ... four digits at a time!
The brunette grabbed a pear-shaped titty in each hand and milked them tenderly as finger shot up her cunt.
The willowy one's cunt clamped around the dildo and farted air as she impaled herself over and over. The blonde, eager to see all the action, twisted around to face the girl on the dildo, straddling the brunette's face so that her asshole now bumped into the supine girl's fine nose and. her cunt was glued to the hot lips and stabbing tongue. She leaned out, and the two girls kissed while they were fucked by the brunette from either end.
The dildo girl's orgasm was infectious. Even as she licked and sucked the blonde's nose and mouth, her wheezing and frantic motion brought the blonde to orgasm again. Orgasm helped along, no doubt, by the long tongue flying up her cunt and the button nose that, thanks to a trickle of juice that ran between her tight asscheeks, had managed to -slip part way up her asshole. Her pussy clamped onto the brunette's tongue, her asshole onto the button nose. God! She rocked and flipped her ass around so madly I had fear for the brunette's life. But the healthy girl ate it all in stride.
The dildo girl, as the last tremor sped over her belly, lifted herself from the black root. Then she fell on it with open mouth, licking it savagely and thrusting it down her throat.
The brunette was the only one who hadn't made it over the edge and she grabbed the girl's ears, trying to make her lower her head, to spit out the cock and take her cunt by storm, to finish the job she had begun with her flying fingers.
The blonde lifted her ass from the brunette's face. She looked at the fine mess between her thighs ... the sloppy pussy, the hairs all plastered down by slobber and cunt juice. The brunette strained up, trying to get her tongue back in the fragrant hole, but the blonde pushed her back.
"Roll her over!" the blonde said.
In a blink they had her on her belly and the blonde was tearing the dildo harness off her ass. She tossed the slimy thing to the other girl and darted behind the curtain.
The other girl had the Doppelganger on in a second, not that the brunette was going anywhere. She rolled and moaned on the floor like a cat in heat, her eyes glued to the black bulb of vinyl on the end of the tool. The other girl fitted the stinky unit to her cunt and with three fast snaps of her hips drove the plastic cock balls deep in her mound.
The brunette's wide hips leapt from the stage, impaling the hot muff yet further on the black root. Her cunt fuzz mingled with that of the dildo and the imitation balls banged into her asshole. Every inch of her body quivered from the impact of the two pairs of hips. The other girl fucked her mercilessly, holding herself up on her hands so she-could see the big titties jounce and the black dick slide in and out of the cunt.
The grunts and groans built up to a fever pitch as the girls fucked. The blonde reappeared with another dildo ... this one pink but equally massive. It had phoney brown pubes and big pink-brown balls. The blonde had a little jar of something with her. She put it down and with the help of the willowy one, managed to roll the humping girl over so that the brunette was on top, so that she straddled the other girl, riding the long cock that arched up from the black harness.
Then, as the brunette and her lover screwed and sucked tongues, the blonde coated the tip of the dildo with a slimy goo from the jar. We could see the brunette from behind, the wide cock slipping up her distended cunt, the bobbing butthole above. The blonde knelt behind the brunette and aimed the gross pink head at tight brown asshole.
"NOOOOOOOOO!" the brunette screamed, outraged, as the head punctured her ass. She froze, impaled on the black root as the pink one corkscrewed up her.
The girl underneath began rocking her hips gently, nudging the brunette's erect clit, making ecstatic contact with the other dick through the wall of her cunt.
The brunette's cry of pain changed to one of ball-wrenching lust as the dick at her ass withdrew, only to thrust back in as the cock in her cunt drew back. The girls worked up a nice, even tempo so that a stiff member was always up one or the other orifice. It was more than the brunette could bear. She slobbered over the pear-shaped boobs, squeezing them as she snorted out her second orgasm of the evening.
"Ohh! Ahh! Ahh!" she wept as her sphincters gripped plastic penis, as thighs trembled, as great shudders passed over her rib cage and bobbling tits.
Even though the brunette wiggled and twitched in joy, the girls were not satisfied. They withdrew the slimy cocks and stood before the panting girl. The lewd instruments bobbed inches from her face. The two girls rocked back on their heels, feet apart, legs bowed. They jerked off the vinyl cocks and squeezed the heavy sacks that dangled between their slim thighs. Heavy, hairy sacks that must've been hollow.
Twin streams of milky juice spurted from the dickheads, twin streams of egg white splattered over the brunette's heaving tits, button nose and into the greedy mouth she held open. She gobbled the mixture, licking her lips to catch every drop.
Only when the hollow balls were quite empty did the girls stop their obscene posturing. They discarded the dildoes and drew from behind the curtain a big jug of clear oil.
The brunette sat on the stage with her thighs spread wide apart. She crooked her finger at us. The gesture was unmistakable: it was our turn to come.
Chapter 4
She didn't have to ask twice. All three of us jumped up from our seats and made a beeline for the stage, our dicks arching up painfully, our balls aching to squirt.
Bowanga threw himself down on the brunette and she squealed in delight as he fumbled at her sloppy hole with his big black pud. He got himself lined up and then his ass began to flip as he drove his cock into her. A big ass he had, for sure, with great muscular buttocks that quivered as he whipped hot cock to her. Her cunt was all creamy pink and juice sputtered and farted out as the black tool drilled it.
"You so fine, woman," he moaned, pressing his thick lips to her mouth and chewing on her lower lip hungrily.
She rolled her eyes and flipped the 'tip of her tongue up one of his wide nostrils. His ass became a brown blur, and the squishy-squishy became a steady hiss as he reamed her out.
The willowy one pressed her hot body against my naked chest. I felt the crazy tickle of stiff nipples over my ribs. The serene look in her eye was gone, replaced after all the hot lesbian action by a desperate tension, a manic hunger for "the real thing."
I reached between her thighs and grasped her blazing mound in my palm. I swear those pouty lips sucked at my palm, leaving a trail of tasty goo as I rubbed them forward and back. Such softness! Such slick heat! I slipped a finger inside her and she dropped her head to my neck, put her teeth to my throat and chewed on me tenderly, breathing heavily, sending thrill after thrill racing up my spine. Her hands closed around the stiff shaft of my cock. Hot and smooth they were, and she flipped my dick through her palms expertly.
My hand was dripping with her goo when she pulled away, dropped her head down and took the tip of my cock between her lips. GOD! Her mouth was so hot! So fine! And she rasped her tongue over my pudcap lovingly, coating it with her drool, while the two-handed masturbation continued. She stuffed more and more of my dick in her face: the fat mushroom cap, the loose sheath of skin about the warty stem. She gobbled cock, and it felt so good I began snapping my hips involuntarily. Her cheeks went concave as she applied suction to my cock. GOD! She bottomed it! Took every greasy inch of my cock down her long throat and nuzzled her sweet nose in the nest of crisp pubes.
I slipped a hand over her firm ass, down into the hot, damp crack of her ass, down into the open, fuck-ready maw of her cunt. With three fingers I diddled her, as I watched her greedy lips suck the base of my cock ... my bag, tight and ready to squirt, bumping into her soft chin.
A loud groan from my right made me look over at Merton. He stood with legs spread wide apart and bowed, while the blonde knelt under him. She sucked both his hairy balls at once and manipulated his immense joint with gusto. Her cheeks were puffed out by the heft of his nuts, and she whipped him so passionately that great dollops of pre-come came flopping out of his cock.
The hot lips at my dick and the hot lips around my fingers were too much for my short-circuiting libido to handle. Orgasm, hot and sticky, lifted off the top of my skull. I gripped the girl's blushing, shell-like ears and fucked her face like a hairy pussy. I whipped my pud in and out of her throat, and she grunted and moaned and sucked and took every thrust joyously.
When the nut milk began to spurt, it fairly sizzled up my sperm tube. I could feel it bubbling, boiling down the tight passage, powered by tremendous spasms from behind my balls. It spritzed down her throat, and at the first heady taste she clutched my asscheeks, digging in with her nails, and held my squirting member deep in her throat. She gurgled, her adam's apple jerked about, eyes tightly closed ... she strained to keep my spitting bulb in her gullet.
Then she exploded in a great coughing seizure. dripping with her slobber and long strands of come, popped out of her throat. She coughed a fine spray of sperm and drool over my pubes, her face beet red.
I leaned over to pat her on the back, and the quick movement brought forth yet another pulse of jism from the end of my dick. It hit her on the bridge of the nose and splattered over her cheeks. It ran down her face like thick and cloudy tears.
She shook off her near-strangulation in seconds, and without wiping her face, took my dick back down into the exquisitely searing depths of her throat. OOOhhh, she cleaned me off with her pointed tongue, getting every strand and drop of come off my pubes and balls. She was so eager to feel my hot dick against her lips and tongue, to feel it hard and ramming down her tight throat, that before I knew it, I had another erection ... only this one was ten times harder than the first and I swear it looked as if my cock had grown an inch in length and half an inch in width. The veins and sinews along the red shaft stood out against the no-longer-loose skin. My dick sheath fit so tightly that I swear I could see the angry red bulb throb with every beat of my heart.
"OH! OH! OH!!!" Merton gasped, as hot lips on his scrotum and hot fingers on his dick did their sensual work. Every muscle in his legs grew rigid, and a thick salvo of sperm flew from the tip of his great cock. The first wave splattered on the floor of the stage a full ten feet away. The second was captured by the quick-thinking blonde. She left off sucking his uptight nuts and fastened her mouth to the end of his cock. When the second load coursed up the twitching tube steak, she sucked it right out of the slot in the tip, sipped it like a hot vanilla malted.
The gooey brew flew out of his cock with such force that some of it shot up her soft palate and dripped out her nose. She paid it no heed and kept swallowing and swallowing.
Merton couldn't stand having just the tip of his dick in such a deliciously hot and wet orifice, so he grabbed her by the hair and forced her to take more cock. She didn't complain until he'd fed her seven inches. Her lips were tightly stretched about the hairy shaft and the bulb was obviously bumping into something solid deep inside her. But Merton closed his eyes and began to rock his hips, trying to batter his way past the obstacle. She tried to push away from him but he wouldn't let her. He bent over and slid his hands about her waist, locking them. Then he lifted her up. She struggled, then went limp. He lifted her up and up until he had her ass against his chest and her face aimed straight down, throat arched at just the right angle.
GODINHEAVEN! He began to raise and lower her whole body. Her mouth slipped further down the stiff cock; her nose was buried in his pubes. Then he had all ten inches of dick in her throat. Her mouth was locked onto the base of his cock ... a red ring that sucked and slobbered and drew forth the last few dribbles of sperm.
Merton held her that way for a second, nuzzling his face between her asscheeks, into the funky folds of her cunt. She opened her thighs wide. He sniffed and sucked at her hole. Then he lifted her off his cock and put her down.
The blonde opened and closed her mouth with difficulty, rubbing her jaws, rotating her head on her neck. When she'd worked the kinks out, she stuck her red tongue out and waggled it sensually.
Bowanga was still humping the brunette. She had her firm thighs wrapped around his inky waist. Every muscle in his body was coiled tight. He fucked her at a dizzying speed, as if the intense friction would overcome his body's reluctance to release seed a second time in ten minutes.
She obviously loved every second of it, taking every cock jab and lunge with a flipping of the hips. He, however, appeared to be in a bit of a spot. The expression on his face was not that of extreme pleasure, or lust; it was a twisted up expression, strained, pained.
I remember laughing to myself as he sweated and pumped and pumped and pumped some more. What a fool he'd been to jerk off before all the action started. It had been, of course, calculated to make the girls "ooh" and "ahh" over his overabundant masculinity, but now, it was more than a little obvious that he was no longer able to squirt.
Oh, he was hard enough, and his dick was thick and black like a tree limb, but all he was doing for himself was putting calluses on his prick.
What he was doing for the brunette was driving her berserk. All the friction between flying cock and sloppy folds had her in a perpetual state of orgasm. She whimpered and whined in a high little voice that ran up and down the scales in quick trills.
Bowanga just grunted and winced, grunted and -winced.
About this time the girls broke out the salad oil. They dumped handfuls on themselves and then begged us to rub it in.
Have you ever felt a ripe young woman's body drenched in slick liquid? Felt tits so soft and slippery and nipples glistening? Felt belly and hips, a luscious landscape of curves and re-curves? Felt hot buttock coated with unctuous fluid, and squeezed a firm cheek only to have it squirt out from your grasp? Felt a cunt so inundated with lubricant that pink lips fart and sputter pools of it into your groping palm?
I mauled the little blonde. She stood with thighs spread so I could get at every inch of her body. When I touched her cheek, she took my hand and began to suck my index and middle fingers passionately. Her red lips plunged up and down my digits, bathing them in moist heat.
Then the other girl dumped a quart of oil on me. Two oiled and blazing bodies rubbed together. My cock, sticking straight up, aimed at my breastbone, was trapped between her soft tits and my greased belly. The feeling was fantastic! Oh, so soft! So slick! Like my whole body was a cock sliding against searing hot pussy. The pulse in my ears beat like a pagan ritual drum ... steady, ominous, deafening.
The girls pulled away from Merton and me, and began pouring lubricant onto the humping couple.
"Ooh, get it on her tits," the blonde said, as she emptied her container down over Bowanga's back, ass and balls. He shone dazzlingly.
The other one let a stream of oil fall right under his nose. It flowed down over the hobbling tan tits. She said, "Get those tits! Come on, you big, black devil. Get those white tits!"
Bowanga groaned, mashing his face into the slippery mounds, rubbing his cheeks over nipples and into slick valley. "Ooooh, you white bitch!" he crooned, his ass flying.
"Uh-haaaa-oooooh!" she muttered, relishing the feel of black face and black dick slipping so freely over and into her.
But even with the added fillip of oiled, squirming woman beneath him, Bowanga could not shoot his wad.
The girls knelt beside his glistening body and began to run their hands over his back and ass. "Oh, what a black stud you are," the blonde said. "How strong and powerful ... " Her hand dropped between his asscheeks and groped his slick balls.
The other one lay down beside him and said, "Your cock is so hard and black. You make me come just to look at it." Her voice was a husky, throbbing whisper. She rubbed her nipples into his back, mashing her tits onto him. "You make white women weak with the fever. Ohh! ... you're so hot. So much man ... "
Bowanga lifted his head from the slippery tits. He rolled his eyes in ecstasy.
The willowy girl slid her entire body up and down his side while he fucked the brunette. "You ... ohhh! ... take me, black man ... ohhh! ... fuck me ... fuck me hard," she said. She rubbed her oiled cunt up his thigh; the turgid lips parted, sucked and slobbered on his leg.
The blonde walked around to the front of the trio and squatted down right over the three heads. She held her pussy open with both hands, showing Bowanga her gushing hole, filling his nostrils with her foxy scent.
She rocked her pelvis forward and back, saying, "Ohh! You animal! See what you're doing to my pussy. Animal! You're so black! So proud! ... "
Bowanga, fucking the brunette in tip to root thrusts, began mouthing the sex talk, repeating the blonde's words like they were part of some fuck-liturgy.
"So black ... " he moaned.
"GOD! Seeing your black ass on her!" the blonde said.
"I'm so proud ... "
" ... Seeing your black cock fucking her! Killing her with your pride ... "
"My cock ... pride ... "
" ... your love, raping her ... "
"Lovetorape ... "
"RAPING THE WHITE WOMAN!"
"RAPE!" Bowanga bellowed, eyes bugging from his sockets.
The blonde shoved her snatch into his face. "NOW, YOU ANIMAL! RAPE ME NOW!"
Before he could aim his tongue to the fragrant hole, she threw herself down beside him. Then all three women were crowded around him, rubbing on him, humping on him, grinding sex folds into his slick skin, moaning orgasm and fuck talk.
The women whispered and cooed to him, told him over and over how wonderful his cock was and his balls and how they would be his slaves forever. All the .time masturbating on his muscular thighs, sucking his ears and armpits.
Bowanga neared the brink. He mumbled along with the sex-crazed girls, "So proud ... My pride ... black ... white ... so good ... so hot, Ooh- ahh! Ooh-ahh!" Big lips sucking in gallons of air on the dick thrusts and expelling them on the parries.
The sight of the squirming bodies, the humping, white-black, sex sandwich, stoked the fire in my balls. The big black man was awash in white tits, legs, cunts, asses, lips ... awash in the stuff his wet dreams were made of.
Then he roared: "GODDAM WHITE BITCH!" And he began to squirt up the frantic brunette.
"No!" the other two girls screamed in unison. "NOOOOOO!" They pounded on his back with their balled fists, making his chocolate flesh quiver. They pummeled his ass, yanked at his convulsing nuts, all the while begging him to stop, to pull his cock out.
"Don't put that black stuff in her!" the blonde pleaded. "God, don't make her a baby!"
But, of course, it was far too late for second thoughts. Bowanga let the sperm fall where it may. It must've given him near terminal thrills to be belabored about the head and shoulders by such tasty white girls, their tits bobbing about, having them beg him not to impregnate their friend with his vile semen. His pud belched wave after wave of creamy jism, and it rushed out from the brunette's cunt in a sticky spray.
When she felt the hot fluid rage up her pussy, the brunette began to shriek and beat the floor with her fists. The expression on her face seemed to change, to shift every other second, back and forth from pure joy ... to utter agony, as the storm of orgasm battered her about.
"OOMPH! OOMPH!" Bowanga bellowed as he slammed his spurting cock to her. He snapped his powerful hips with such force that it moved all four bodies, inches at a time, across the stage.
When his driving pelvis finally stopped, there was a slick trail of oil, come, cuntslobber, and drool fifteen feet long across the stage.
The girls, still whining and masturbating, rolled off Bowanga. Then he pulled his cock out of the brunette and flopped onto his back. His breathing was arrhythmic, labored, a rattling sound amid the sweet sex whimpers. He threw his arm across his eyes.
The brunette held her thighs wide open, showing Merton and me the result of all the hot action, Her entire crotch was rubbed red by black cock and pubes; her cunt hung open, loose and sloppy folds, angry red drapes, gooey with come and oil and sweat; her hole twitched spasmodically as flurries of residual orgasm rippled up her box.
Her eyes opened. She looked at Merton's big dick, a great pink banana arching up from his brown pubic bush. There was such longing in those green pools, such rampant, blatant sex hunger that the skinny fellow groaned aloud.
"Goddamit! I'm going to have me some of that buttered bun," he swore.
As he knelt between the brunette's thighs, she gripped her knees and spread herself out to the splitting point for him. He stuffed his cock into her sloppy box hand over fist, stuffed it in until he bumped the back of her tube.
"Oh, God! You're in me so deep!" she wailed, biting his earlobe.
Merton turned his face towards me, looking over his shoulder. "Jesus! Her cunt is on fire!" he said. "I got to get me some more."
The great cock was plunged halfway up her cunt. He lifted her legs up, put her knees on his shoulders and leaned into her pussy. The gross cock shot up the hair-rimmed hole a sloppy eight inches. Then it slipped back, drawing with it a rush of Bowanga's sperm and pussy juice. Merton rolled the brunette up in a ball until her knees rubbed into her nipples and her cunt was twisted tightly about his cockshaft. Then he began screwing her in earnest.
She wept openly as the long root bottomed itself in her cervix. And the weeping slowly turned to panting as cock girth and scratchy pubes rasped and mashed her clit. The panting faded into moaning as her cunt flexed about his plunging cock, as she struggled to flip her curled-up hips into his lunges.
"You're givin' me a great screw, baby," Merton said, his ass working like a punch press, driving hot cock into slippery heaven. "I love to feel your pussy quiver ... "
The brunette closed her eyes and sobbed as the quivers built up into full-fledged orgasm.
The other two girls had fallen on the helpless black man. They dragged his hands from his face and rubbed pussies into his red-rimmed eyes, his nose, his mouth. He seemed utterly devastated by the last orgasm. Devastated to the point of being unable to respond when the willowy one took his flaccid cock between her hot lips and sucked it lovingly. She nursed at the shrunken prick sensuously, cleaning the grungy aftermath of the fuck fest: clotted come and cuntslobber, from his dick and balls with her tongue. She locked her lips about the soft cap and pulled her head back, drawing the spineless cock far from Bowanga's body. She slurped at it eagerly, but when there was no answering twitch, no quiver of impending harden, she released it, let it slap back to his crotch like a length of gum rubber tubing.
The blonde also gave up when she could not coax his tongue out of his mouth and into her slit. She looked at me, at my dick so hard and ready and said to her friend, "Let's get him."
They charged at me, tits trembling, and with eyes only for my stiff prick. I stood my ground, more than ready to fuck the daylights out of them.
The blonde threw herself at me, locking a leg about my waist and trying desperately to get my cock in her hole while she stood on one foot. The other one dropped to her knees behind my ass and began licking up the crack in my ass, pausing to suck at balls and asshole alike.
"Relax," I said to the frantic blonde. I Sifted her up by the buttocks, raised her high enough so she could grip the end of my cock and brush the head between her; folds, fit it to the more than ready opening of her sex. As soon as she had it right, as soon as I could feel the red hot sphincter about my dickhead, I let her go.
"OOOOHHH!" she wailed as she slid down the greasy stem of my dick, as stiff meat lanced up her cunt, turning back the folds, the convolutions, spitting her. Her leg tightened about my waist and she began to jump about on tiptoe, making my cock slip up and down an inch or two on every jump. "You love dick, don't you?" I whispered, brushing my lips against hers. "You love the feel of it, don't you?"
"Goh! Uh-huh. Ooh, yes. Ooh!" she said, as I gripped her ass and made her cunt slide up and down another couple inches of dick.
"God! I don't know which was the more fantastic feeling: having my cock slip out of the tight hole, the hot shelter, into the cool air ... slick juice trickling down the underside of my cock in a burning rivulet; or having my cock shoot back up into the juicy pore ... from the chill of cooling sex juice to the blazing depths of her body.
I lifted and lowered her cunt, handling her like a toy, a doll. She was made for my pleasure. It was her only reason to be alive.
Between my asscheeks the other one labored. As the blonde snorted and hissed her joy in my face, the willowy one speared my asshole. My sphincter trembled under the onslaught of her boring tongue. It strove relentlessly, worked the sensitive tissue of my pore in and out. Above the cries of the blonde I could hear her moans and mutterings as she drilled me.
"Ungh-uhh, oohmmmmphhh-uhh," she mumbled.
Her tongue was a searing velvet lance up my ass, and she yelped when the hot fuck I was getting from the blonde brought spasms to my asshole, made my pore clamp around her tongue, squeezing it painfully hard.
"HE'S COMING!" the brunette screamed. "GOD, HE'S SQUIRTING UP ME!"
Merton's ass was a pale white blur; his tongue lolled out of his head. He drooled on her tits as hot splooie filled her box, as eagles flew out his ass. He made no sound but his face was all twisted up, eyes shut tight.
"Oh ... Oh-uhhhhhh!" the brunette nasalized. "OH, GOD, I LOVETOFUCK!" she cried, as the pulsing of Merton's dick brought her off yet another time.
The grunting and groaning that filled the air excited the blonde incredibly. She urged me to fuck her faster, harder, stuffing her tongue up my nose, licking my eyes. "USE ME!" she commanded.
I "used" her all right. Used her like I'd never used a woman before ... with total disregard for her pleasure, because I knew my pleasure was hers, whatever I did would bring her to what she wanted most: orgasmic oblivion ... I concentrated on the feel of slick tube sucking at my cock, of trembling buttocks in my hands, of spirited tongue thrusts up my ass.
It began at the tip of my cock, at the underside, the nerve bundle that rubbed against hot rubbery pussy. A spark there in the tight bump of tissue ... a spark of pleasure, the feeble flickering of orgasm.
I whipped my pud in and out of her snatch, raising and dropping her ass madly, refusing to let the spark dwindle and go out. I fanned the point of brilliance with hot pussy, grinding cunt mouth down onto the bristly base of my dick. Ooh! It flared. The spark blossomed, cascaded down the straining shaft of penis to the uptight balls beneath, balls that nuzzled into the other girl's lower lip and chin.
I sucked in air through my teeth, shuddering.
The blonde's eyes popped wide open. "OOO-OOHHHH!" she exclaimed, feeling the ominous pulse of my cock deep in her pussy. "OOO-OOHHHH, YESSSSS!" she hissed.
She twisted and shook her ass with abandon, mindless of the damage my cock could do to her innards. Such primal joy filled me; such musky fumes wafted up to my besieged brain.
The spark flared again. And again. And AGAIN. Until spasms of pleasure arced down from dickhead to balls in a maddening, undulating torrent.
And then the torrent surged, overwhelmed the limits of my control, and the reflexive fluttering of my asshole began as hot sperm belched from my nuts.
The girl at my asshole made a high, agonized sound as the seizures raged over her tongue. Her hot probe stuck up my ass made the coming somehow tastier, somehow it prolonged my spurting.
"YESSSSS!" the blonde cried as I pumped seed up her pussy. Her mouth hung open, and her head rolled back.
My reservoir seemed bottomless. I gave her buckets of sperm. And it flopped out of her cunt and fell to the floor in long, pale streamers. It ran down my cock and over my balls to the face of the girl at my ass.
She dragged her tongue from my pore with a pop! And my ass felt bathed in delicious warmth as she swarmed over gooey balls and butthole and ass crack, sucking up the bounty I spewed forth.
"Never stop!" the blonde moaned. "Never, never stop fucking me!"
Her firm belly rippled with climax; her sex tube milked my tumescent choad.
Finally, the ache in my arms from raising and lowering her on my cock overpowered the fuck urge in my dick. My joy faded. I let her drop. She landed on one foot, the other still clamped about my waist.
"OH, GOD! IT WON'T STOP!" she protested, as her belly continued to spasm, cunt to twitch. She let her leg fall from my waist. She dangled then, impaled on my still stiff cock, feet inches from the floor, pussy sucking at the base of my dick.
Suddenly, Merton was looking at me over her shoulder. He reached under her arm and took hold of her tit, squeezing it, wringing a cry of pleasure from her lips. "My turn for some of this pussy," he said. His hands slipped down over her firm buttocks, spreading them. "Or maybe some nice, tight butthole."
The blonde writhed in my arms as he prodded her asshole with his thumb. Then he began to lift her off my cock.
"Oh, please. No, not yet ... please," she begged.
But he lifted her off just the same.
And my cock was plunged into air that seemed icy. The feeling didn't last long. The brunette and the willowy one latched onto my slimy cock with their mouths. One to either side. They sucked the funky juice off me, lashing tongues over shaft and angry bulb alike, touching, sucking tongues in a frenzy of excitement. They fought for the right to clean me, fought a pitched battle with lips and tongues. Then the brunette glommed onto the tip of my dick. She thrust it down her throat.
As her lips dove over the shaft, they pushed before them a wave of spent, come and cuntbutter. When they hit the crisp pubes at the base of my dick, tongue whipped out, slurping up the stinky-residue.
I relaxed while she blew me, while the other one whined and complained like a dog kept from its dinner. My cock was a great swollen tube, never had it been bigger, never had my nuts felt so powerful.
The willowy one fell to rubbing her erect nipples into my asscheeks and mumbling entreaties for me to fuck her into my back. Hot lips, hard nipples tickled my oiled flesh as my prick got righteously sucked off.
Merton wasn't faring so well. He had the little blonde on her belly, thighs spread, access to cunt or butthole easily attainable, but he wasn't fucking her! He was jerking off! No, not really ... he had his cock in hand and was flailing it desperately, trying to get up another erection. The greasy prepuce flapped about wildly, but it refused to stiffen.
"Oh, come on!" the blonde pleaded, waving her tight butt and split muff in his face. The fur-rimmed gash swung around tantalizingly, showing creamy pink folds, spreading funky humors. Her tits, as could be seen between her spread legs, swayed deliciously. "Come on!!!"
Merton dropped his limp meat and shoved his face into her gash. He gobbled the stinky sex flesh and thrust his tongue in cunt and asshole alike. His prick dangled uselessly between his thighs; his bails hung down pendulously in their pinkish brown sack and refused to raise, to tighten, to squirt.
I closed my eyes for a second to relish the feel of the hot mouth on my dick. When I opened them, the blonde was trying to twist free of Merton's stabbing tongue.
"No! Stop! I want dick! DICK!" she exclaimed. "You've got to give me DICK!"
She kicked back and managed to get the Merton-barnacle off her pussy. She turned on him, hissing catlike, eyes wild.
"You bastard! You aren't even hard!" she said. She pushed him on his back and stuffed his flaccid prick and one of his sagging balls down her throat. She sucked passionately, and his face showed pleasure, if not lust. But his meat remained limp and useless for her purpose.
"DICK!" she wailed, trying vainly to stuff the spineless cock up her seething cunt. The cock bent, squashed like an overcooked spaghetti strand. "DAMN YOU!" she yelled, pushing away from him.
Merton didn't look too stung by her curses ... he was beyond worrying about masculinity, prowess, and such intellectual tripe ... he was floating on the fluffy pink cloud induced by multiple orgasm. He was very relaxed, comfortable, and pleased with himself. A cozy glow emanated from his emptied gonads; it radiated up over belly and face in wonderful waves.
As the blonde moved towards me, Merton closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
They were all mine then. All of them. And they knew it.
The brunette let my cock slip from her throat. She knelt in front of me. The others followed her example. Three fine, foxy, fuck-ready beauties kneeling in front of me. Kneeling before the up-curved length of my cock. The rock-hard shaft with its straining ligaments and throbbing veins. It still glistened from the brunette's slobber. A fine, slick patina it had.
For a crazy second I thought about Wanda. Her words ricocheted around in my skull: "Can't you keep it up anymore?" I thought I couldn't do it, do it to all of them. In the face of my male companions' failure, how could I dare to ... ?
I looked at the willowy one ... at her lovely face framed by long straight hair. Jesus! Suddenly she reminded me of a girl I'd long forgotten, a girl who'd never complained about dick size or thrust force or angle of fuck, who'd just taken all the love I could give her, joyously, completely.
As I stepped forward the resemblance faded ... a trick of light? Or maybe just a way for my spirit to tell me: "Don't worry. Enjoy. Enjoy."?
Whatever it was, I found my flash of cold feet gone. I pushed the girls down on their backs with steady, gentle hands. They opened their thighs for me; being hip-to-hip their legs crossed each other, intertwined. Three delicious cunts all in a row.
I lowered myself into the willowy one's plush saddle, delighting in the feel of her pubes against my cockhead.
"Ooooh, fuck me ... " she w her sex flesh into my pudcap.
I parted her lips with a fingertip, pressed cock to hole, and lunged. She threw her thighs as far apart as she could and my prick slipped up a tight, hot passage.
"You're so tight!" I told her. "So sweet!"
She raised her ass from the floor and pushed more slick flesh down over my cock, pushed until! had my pubes touching hers.
"Give her a good fuck," the brunette said in my ear.
The other two girls pressed oiled bodies against me. I began rocking my cock in and out of the willowy one's pussy. I raised myself up on elbows so I could see the hot lips as they drew back with my cock, drew out from her body ... lips sprinkled with moist hairs.
"Ooooh! Oooh-uhhh! Oooh-ahhh!" she moaned as I slipped my meat to her in a nice oven rhythm.
Tongues and tits and cunt squished into me. And sex whispers filled my ears. "Feed her your cock ... that's it ... give her all of it ... ooh, the way you twist it, the way you make her pussy fart, the way you make her whine ... "
Slowly, I built up the tempo. The long, drawn-out sloggings of cock sliding up cunt, became quick, squeakings, squishings. And she began to come for me.
Her sweet face softened, a blush lit up her cheeks. Her round hips leapt from the floor to greet my stabbing dick. As I inhaled her pear-shaped tits, her mouth opened ... a bright bubble of saliva formed at one corner. I watched it shimmer. Glassy, perfect globe.
Then it burst. Her cunt clamped down on my dick and her ass went berserk. It flipped and flopped, milking my dick as she came and came and came.
The other girls thrust their faces in front of mine, still rubbing against me, and pressed their lips to the orgasming girl's. They thrust tongues in her mouth and sucked, trying to get a taste of the joy she felt.
Then all three of them turned their mouths on me. Tongues slipped up my nostrils, down my throat, in my ears. And then I began to come.
The girl stiffened when she felt the rush of sperm shoot up her cunt. Her eyes opened wide, tears of ecstasy welled up, and she worked her tube up and down my shaft passionately, bringing me off expertly.
I had barely finished shooting when the other two had me disengaged from the swooning girl. My cock was still hard! And the feeling, the tasty orgasm feeling, lingered like it would never stop. I could go on coming and coming forever.
Dry-mouthed, I grabbed the girls, turned them around so the brunette lay on her belly and the blonde lay belly down on the brunette's back. I spread both pairs of legs and shoved my cock between them. Groping, probing, I found the brunette's puckered asshole.
I slipped and slid over the oiled asscheeks, trying to get the tip of my dick at the proper angle. Her asshole was a blistering hot spot in a sea of smooth skin.
With a snap of my hips, I drove past her tight pore. She squealed, then relaxed as I corkscrewed my way deep in her ass. I didn't pause until I had my balls bumping into her cunt. I drew back tenderly and thrust, flipping hard cock in and out until I had her reamed, but good. She grew more and more spirited as her sphincter stretched and the pain diminished.
"GOD! Fuck my ass!" she groaned into the floorboards.
The blonde held on to her slippery back for dear life, fearful of her turn to come, but unable to flee.
When I could stuff all my cock up the twitching hole easily, in one lunge ... I pulled out.
"Oh, no ... " the brunette cried.
I gripped the blonde's asscheeks, spread them and shoved my slimy cock at her pore.
"OUCH!" she yelped, as dickhead bored into her butt.
But I had her slipping and sliding, moaning and snuffling even faster than the brunette. I screwed her firm ass with gusto, relishing the feel of her cheeks quivering under the impact of my cock.
When I pulled my dick from her butt my face glowed incandescently. I was deep in the fuck fever. My mind was a jumble of animal needs. I lanced the brunette.
"OHHHH!" she said.
Hot butt gripped my cock.
I shoved cock to the blonde.
"MMMAMA!!"
Dick slurped up tight asshole.
Cock to one. Cock to the other. Sweet, sensual alternation. Faster I switched. Louder they moaned. The air was full of cunt and butt smells. Their bodies shivered and shuddered. Cock to one. Cock to the other. The spark of orgasm glowed. Which would have me? My balls reverberated with pleasure as the willowy one gobbled them, took them both in her blazing mouth. And still I shifted. One. Then the other. The room echoed with their cries for semen.
I could not choose between them. So, as my dick began to fountain, I pulled out of both and lay on my back on the floor. The three girls dove on my spurting prick, my besmirched and spewing cock. They licked the goo that ran down the shaft with their hot tongues. They struggled for a taste fresh from the faucet. It was such a mind-boggling sight, and the feeling so intensely pleasurable, that I must have passed out for a while.
When I awoke, they were gone. But I was left with a wonderful feeling, not just in my dick and balls, either. It was a sense of peace, of utter and complete relaxation, oneness.
Chapter 5
I left Gustin, Texas, about ten a.m. and had a leisurely drive home. I got there close to midnight. And what were the first two things I did?
Well, first, I got on the old bathroom scales ... only to find myself six pounds lighter. I peeled off my clothes and examined myself in the mirror. The love handles over my hip bones were perceptibly less prominent.
The second thing I did was go to a Dictionary Sexualis, one of Wanda's presents. Something had worried me all the way home. I flipped through the special, plastic-coated, liquid-resistant pages until I found the passage I recalled in the car.
It said: "The phenomenon of multiple orgasm, or the ability to produce same, in the human male is directly proportional to age. The older the individual, the less orgasmic repetition he will be able to produce. The optimum age for multiple orgasm averages between 16 and 17 years. The ability decreases rapidly after optimum age is reached."
That's the way I remembered it. So I was a freak of nature. A 35-year-old fucking fool. I looked at the "illustration" of the textual material ... a 15-year-old tow-headed boy balling a 13-year-old girl, dog-style. His dick half way out of her hairless pussy; his hands gripping her soft titties. The look on his face was one of pure ga-ga: mouth dropped open, tongue hanging out, eyes rolled up in their sockets. The girl's skin was so smooth-looking, and his cock glistened from her juice. Yeah, well, I had to put the book away because I was getting another hard-on.
The eighth wonder of the world ... that was me all right. I figured it had something to do with all the years of repression at the hands of my lovely wife. You know, my libido was a bubbling cauldron of unexpressed horniess. I was the eternal teenager under my flabby shell.
Once again I owe everything to Wanda. What a waste it would've been if I'd squandered my potency as a mere boy, squandered it on my wifey-poo. "Thanks for the cold shoulder in the night, Wanda. And the vicious recriminations after we made love ...
"I hope you like your new room. The people at the hospital said you demanded a private one after some 'difficulty' with your roomates. Naughty, naughty."
After my weekend of bliss, my life fell back into its routine: up at six to jog, breakfast of black coffee, yogurt and toast, shower and shave, then off to work. At work, thanks to my newfound confidence, I began to banter about with the secretaries. You know, little double entendre jokes, maybe some slap and tickle if the girl was up for it. I made a point, though, of not being a masher. And I always stopped before they asked me to. I hate to brag, but after two therapeutic orgy sessions I was beginning to get a reputation around the office ... as a gay divorce, a swinger. The girls would give me the old eyeball as they passed my desk. And wiggle their butts extra tastily.
I would've said it was all my imagination if I hadn't overheard three of the Accounts Department secretaries talking around the drinking fountain.
"Hey, who's that new guy over in Receivable?" one said.
"New guy? Oh, you mean Harold. He's not new. He just got a divorce and I think he's lost some weight. But I know what you mean ... he's a real doll."
"I'll say? That man could peel off my pantyhose any time he wants to," the third one said.
"To hell with the panties!" the first one exclaimed, swishing her butt. "What I want is in HIS pants."
Yes, it all went to my head. Every last word. But I kept cool, didn't push my luck by trying to get one of them alone in the stairwell. After all, I had to save my strength for the orgies to come.
I almost missed my third invitation, almost chucked it out unopened with the rest of my junk mail. It was in a small package a half-inch high by three by five ... about the size of a film cassette. Film cassettes! I had shoeboxes full of them. Enough to put on a non-stop sex show for a week. And to tell the truth a lot of them were repeats, doubles ... oh, the titles were different, but the footage was the same. Like take "Nudist Love," for example. It was also: "Hey, Sailor!" ... and "Fun in the Mud" ... and "Desert Diversions." Little wonder why I stopped opening the packages.
Anyway, I guess what caught my eye was the lack of a return address on the brown paper wrapper. All the film distributing companies had elaborate logos, unsubtle hints at what their business was ... letters that looked like naked women, little male-female symbols doing it to each other. So I opened the package and found two things inside.
I found another pink card inviting me to a suburb of Detroit a week hence, and I found a tape cassette all right, but an audio one, not a video.
I snapped the cartridge into my portable tape recorder and turned up the volume. More or less this is what I heard: Background hiss. Male voice: "You gon love it to death, mama." Female grunt of complaint followed by squeaking bedsprings as if she had been rudely shoved to the mattress.
"Ooh, Calvin, not so rough, please ... " she said.
"Shee-it!" he said. The sound of zipper being undone.
Girl whimpers. "Oh, it's so big!"
"You bet your white ass, bitch, an' you gon eat it all."
More springs squeak.
"It's too big. Ouch! You're hurting me. Ouch! Ooohmmmplt!"
"Thas so gude, mama. You be gettin' it all now."
The springs begin to complain rhythmically.
"Ummmmphh! Sssluuurp!"
"Ain't nothin' so sweet as you lips on my dick, mama. I swear you got a mouth jus' like a pussy. You love my dick, don't you?"
"Ugnhh ... sssshlurrp!" she groaned, and there was a high whining noise in the background, as if she were whimpering through her nose.
"I gots to see some pussy now," he said. There came the sound of tearing fabric. "You pussy is so foxy, woman. You be all wet down there. Ooohwee! I be feelin' some pussy now. How'd you like my finger up you snatch? If one be gude, two be better!"
The springs creaked mightily, and the sloppy sound of a cunt being finger-fucked was clearly audible.
"You be gettin' some cream befo' long, mama. Jus' keep those lips movin'! Ahh-haha-ahh-haha-ah-haha! Thas it, mama, work that black cock! Shoe-eee, you pussy is ready for a fuck. You juice be sloppin' over ever 'thang."
The sound of a long, powerful sniff.
"I do love you stinky thing, mama. NO! Don't you stop them lips or I bust you upside the haid! Keep on suckin', white bitch. You gon have a taste."
The creaking picked up speed.
"Ya-hoo! Thas it! Get on it! You gon' get a face " in jus ... UNGH! YAHOOO! SUCK IT! LORDY, GET ALL MY COME. DON THAT TASTE FINE? UNGH-GA-HAHA, UNCH-GA-HAHA."
Springs creak, the girl coughs, sputters, gurgles ... the man whoops in triumph.
"Ahh, that was pretty gude, mama," he said.
Springs squeak.
"Now you'd best get me another boner, if you want some of this thang up you pussy ... "
"Ohh, Calvin," the girl moaned. "You're so masterful ... " The sound of wet lips kissing softening cock. "I love your dick, your big black dick. I love your hot flop ... " More sloppy kisses. "Ooh, the taste lingers on after the thrill is gone." creakings. "Mmmmmmph-ooh-mmmph ... "
"Thas it, mama. You gettin' a rise out of me I "Mmmmmmph-ooh-mmph ... "
"Harder, woman! Suck my balls harder!"
"Oooh, Calvin, it's getting big. Oooh, fuck me with it. Fuck me now."
"I don mind if I do, baby." The bed complains as bodies shift. "Thas it spread those fine legs. Ohwee, I got to taste that thang first. Ummmm,' you got a hot pussy, girl. Hot and slick. You want a fuck?"
The bed creaks an answer as she whips her hips around.
"Then you gon have some of this. AHHH! You so hot, so fine and white ... "
"OOOOOOH! FUCK ME, CALVIN. SCREW : ME!"
The sounds dissolve into a mush of rusty creakings, squishy murmurings of dick and cunt, hoarse breathing, squeals of delight and squeals of pain, farts, slaps, curses.
Then, clear as a bell, "I'm comin' you HI whore! YOU GON LOVE IT TO DEATH!!"
"Ah-heee ... ah-heeeee ... ah-heee," she keened.
"Ooh, don that squirt feel gude, mama?"
The squishy-squishy sound drowned out the fuck-talk, the bed's groaning, everything.
"YOU BE GETTIN A FULL LOAD, BITCH!" he said, as pleasure waves tossed him about. "SQUEEZIN' IT ... YOU PUSSY SQUEEZIN' IT OUT ... SO FINE!"
Slowly the tumult faded. Her whimpers, his curses, the sex sloggings, all ceased. Then there was a loud, wet pop as he pulled his dick from her pussy.
"We best be gettin' dressed fast, baby, it's almost one o'clock. You recess is gon be over befo I can drive you back to Junior High ... "
End of tape.
Needless to say, I had to listen to the tape again after hearing the ending.
That last sentence reverberated in my skull for the whole week, echoed tastily right up to the second I stepped from my car to the curb in front of "7906 Blaisdell Boulevard, Chalmers Ferry, Michigan, on Saturday, June 6th at 11 p.m."
The building was a two-story warehouse that fronted rusty railroad tracks. Great clumps of dry weeds grew in between the ties, obscuring the tracks themselves in some places. The building was shaped like an aircraft hangar, only much smaller in size ... It had a curved roof of corrugated sheet metal and a big cement loading dock. There no was lots of broken glass under foot as I climbed the stairs to the loading platform.
No sooner had I set foot on the scarred cement apron than a rusty metal door swung open. It was the butler. He smiled at me and said, "You are a bit late this evening, sir. The last to arrive. Won't you come this way?"
I walked through the door he held open for me into a huge empty warehouse. The door clanged shut behind him and our footsteps echoed on the concrete floor. Above us great girders spanned the ceiling, a trellis of Erector Set geegaws.
Then the butler headed for a cluster of cubicles, offices that were dark and empty, in one corner of the room. He led me into what looked like a broom closet, only to push the false rear wall ... with its dust pans and stacks of mouldy paper towels ... push it hard and have it swung out, exposing stairs and a well-lit stairwell. We walked down a flight of stairs and then he opened the door at the bottom and bade me enter.
It was bright and warm inside the reception room. He gave me the pen, and I signed the big book. Then he gestured at the room's only other door and said, "If you'll remove your clothes in here, sir ... the others are through that door."
I undressed hurriedly and marched into the next room. A big room it was, with a low ceiling of dark cork and a dense rug of black shag. And it was definitely not empty. Not a couple of other men to share the "experience," but a full half-dozen! And women, too. Not the typical orgy fare, either. They weren't the perfect visions of pulchritude I had sampled so greedily on the first two sessions. They were a bit older and of varied build and sexual attractiveness. They reminded me of the photos in a pocketbook called Suburban Sex Swappers.
"Hey, Heinie!" someone said.
I turned and greeted Merton and Bowanga, who pounded me on the back like a long lost brother.
"Great to see you could make it," Bowanga said. "Let me introduce you around ..."
He presented me to a cluster of naked men and women, aged from twenty to forty. "This is Harold Heinie everybody. Harold, this is Madge and Walter Simmons, Carol Buntz, Harmon and Betty Kowalowinkle ... "
There were married couples among the single guys and girls! I must admit that my mind sizzled and snapped at the sexual possibilities of such a gathering. I lost track of the people's names long before Bowanga finished the introduction. Lost track of names but not bodies.
There were some foxy women there, all right. And it made my dick twitch when Bowanga slid a big black arm around one woman's neck and said, "This is Christina Culpepper ... and this is her husband Chuck ... "
Chuck smiled at me and Bowanga as the black man groped his wife's firm boobs, as he fondled moist pussy lips that lurked beneath brown bushy beard, as he probed the slick depths with a dark finger. Chuck smiled and said, "Glad to meet you, Harold. Wonderful party, isn't it?"
By this time Bowanga had knelt in front of the Scandinavian beauty who was Mrs. Culpepper. He had thrown one of her long slim legs over his shoulder so he could get complete access to her cunt, so he could bury nose and tongue in crisp hairs and hot folds. Christina manipulated her own nipples as the black man sucked her pussy. She crinkled up her nose every time he hit her clit.
All the while Chuck-baby looked on proudly. And I swear to god his prick began to stiffen and grow. Even as Bowanga's did. Even as mine did.
Christina looked at us from under heavy eyelids. She grinned at the three hard dicks that saluted her.
Then Bowanga pulled her pussy off his face. He smacked his lips and picked a stray pube from his teeth. "Good stuff, Harold. Damn good stuff." He swacked the woman's round ass and Chuck nodded his approval.
"Come on, there's some more folks over here," Bowanga said, leaving the Culpeppers.
Chuck had taken Bowanga's place at Christina's pussy and was gobbling funky sex flesh like a starving man.
Bowanga and I made the rounds of the room. He paused to finger, to suck, to maul every female we came across.
"Meet Jake Rumsey, Harold," he said. "And this is ... Jane."
I ignored Jake's outstretched hand, the friendly grin spread across the pudgy face. Ignored him and grabbed his wife, before we'd even been properly introduced.
She was about twenty-five, Song brown hair parted in the middle, wonderfully big and soft tits and the hairiest little snatch you could ask for.
I slobbered over her tits, squeezing them, palpitating them hungrily. Jane smiled at me, eyes bright with wholesome curiosity. I slid a hand down over her tummy, over silky but slightly clammy skin, down into the dense nest of her pubes.
"Nice meeting you, Jake," I said to her husband, as I feverishly flipped her cuntlips apart.
She took a step to the side to let me at her. God, I was into tight folds in a split second, fucking her with my finger, and she rocked her hips in lazy circles to get the most from my stabbing digit.
"Fine piece of ass you got there, Jake," Bowanga said.
"You don't know the half of it," Jake winked.
The funky smell got to be too much for me. I had to have a little taste. I dropped to my knees and emulated Bowanga, throwing the woman's thigh over my shoulder and thrusting my entire face into her muff. "Ummnunm!" I said, as the hot buttered velvet slogged over my lips and nose, as my tongue lanced up into musky orifice.
"Ooooh!" Jane cooed, hunkering down on my face, driving my tongue further up her.
I was inundated with cunt stink. It was mind-bogglingly musky. It brought out the pure animal in me. I grabbed her asscheeks and dragged her cunt down harder oh my mouth, rocking her hips so my tongue slid in and out of the tight box.
Somewhere above the rustling of thighs over my ears, I heard Bowanga say, "I bet she sucks up a storm, Jake. She's got such fine lips, like sofa pillows."
"She loves dick and that's a fact. Especially when it's ... well, I mean ... don't take me for a racist ... but when it's good and black," Jake said.
"God, you got some big lips, Jane," Bowanga said.
I could feel his knees grinding into my back as he worked her head into blow-job position.
"You're going to get a mouthful now ... " he said.
I knew she'd taken his cock in her throat because her pussy suddenly locked onto my tongue. And then above me I could feel her head rocking up and down on the black joint. I ate and ate and ate some more, thrusting tongue into pussy until juice gushed over my chin and down my chest. So funky and fine.
Then a loose pube got caught in my throat and I had to stop for a second to get it out. I slipped four fingers up the slippery chute and looked at Bowanga.
He held the girl's head in his big hands and rammed it down on his cock in an even rhythm. He drew the prick almost all the way out of her mouth, then forced her to bottom it. Over and over.
"Goddamit, I am getting me a fine old blow job off your wife, Jake. She's got lips that just won't quit," he said.
I looked over at Jake. His eyes were slits, his knees bent, toes pointed out ... and he was jerking off to beat the band. Cramming hard cock through his fist in long, skillful lunges. "She loves the taste of black, if you'll pardon the expression, black squirt, too," the masturbating hubby said.
"You just keep it up, baby. That's it. Up and down. Your lips are so hot, woman. I'm going to give you every drop," Bowanga promised.
The sight of her gorging on so much black choad, gorging with hubby's consent-if not outright glee-and the stink of pussy so fresh on my upper lip had me going too much to put on the brakes. I needed some hot pussy and fast.
I got around behind Jane, slipped dick under her ass, and viola the lovely creature bent over to greet my dickhead, bent over and spread her cunt open with both hands. I was up her like a shot. Balls deep in an instant. As I shoved dick to her, I saw Jake leaning way down so he could see my cock slip and slide up her snatch.
"Am I getting it, Jake?" I asked, flipping my dick to her faster and faster.
"Oh, yes! Yes, I think you are, Harold," he said. His cock was a strangulated purple color from his frantic flying fist. He kneeled down in front of Bowanga, and while jerking off, put his lips to her clit and gave it suck.
I could hear him slurping at it above the din of my dick slogging up her hot box, of her mouth gobbling black peter.
Then all hell broke loose. Bowanga let out a yelp as his cock fountained deep in her throat. He held her mouth down on the base of his dick while he spurted.
"Love that stuff, oohwee, Janey can't get enough?" he said.
Jane's cunt clamped down on my dick and on the next tip to root thrust she brought me off. My knees knocked together as I foamed at the cock, foamed arid frothed deep in her pussy.
Jake, not to be left out in the cold, then released his seed. Unfortunately for me, he aimed his spritzing pecker straight down.
As I worked Jane's hot folds passionately with my orgasming dick, Jake's hot spurt flopped on my instep. The feeling was slightly revolting. More so when the noxious stuff began trickling between my toes. But true to form, I didn't break rhythm, I kept fucking Jane wildly, enjoying the squishiness her sperm-filled tube provided me.
Then it was over. Bowanga let Jane's lips slip off his dick. Jake stood up, shaking out the spent come from his cock. I pulled my softening dick from Jane's pussy. Globs of come fell from her snatch and trailed down her pink inner thighs.
"Yuck!" I exclaimed, twisting up my come-spattered toes.
Jane looked at my foot, and thinking some jism had flopped out of her cunt on me, she said, "Oh, let me ... please." With that, she dropped to the floor and sucked the slime from my toes. Not an unpleasurable sensation, let me tell you.
"This isn't your squirt!" she said, licking her lips. "Jake! You've got to be more careful where you point that thing of yours," she scolded.
"Hey, it's nothing," I told her. "You fixed it up fine."
She got up and looked me in the eye. "You fixed me up good, too," she said, rubbing tits into my naked chest. "I got another place down there you might like to try ... "
"Whoah, Jane!" Bowanga said. "Old Harold hasn't met everybody yet. Later, friends." He led me away from the couple. He whispered confidentially, "You got to watch that Jake, man. He'd just as soon sneak up behind you and slip it up your ass as Jane's. Come on, we got people to meet. I want you to see what kind of folks we got here. You're going to have a ball, Harold. A downright ball."
With that, he took me to a clump of people crowded around a divan. He excused his way right up next to the couch and dragged me along behind him.
Spread-eagled on the sofa was a woman of about my age. She had long, long legs and nice round buttocks. And her furry snatch was wide open, pink and pleasing. Her hair was very curly and she wore it in an afro of sorts, although she was not black. Brown hair on her head and brown hair on her pussy. And downstairs it was thick and tangled, too, and it grew out onto the smooth skin of her inner thighs in downy clumps. Her face was beautiful, in a snotty, aristocratic-bitch kind of way ... high cheekbones, Roman nose, lips a trifle thin for my taste, eyes ... ah, the eyes told everything. Her eyes were golden, a brownish yellow, a color that should have radiated passion, sensuality, but instead radiated ice floes, chill winds, and sno-cones.
She viewed the stiff, bobbing male members that circled her-a collar of penis-with disdain. She shifted her foxy ass on the couch impatiently. The neat double handful of buttocks ground into the cushions; pearly pink drapes twisted, pouted from their nest of hairs.
"Now, guys," a short, bow-legged man began. He wrung his hands as he spoke. "You know me, and I've introduced the little woman, Regina, here ... "
Regina flared her nostrils in disgust.
" ... So what's left, but to tell you her ... our problem?" he said.
Regina again shifted on the couch. Her boobs, high little mounds of flesh, shifted, too. Every male ... and female eye around the couch switched from ogling her pussy to ogling her tits.
"Regina here is a nasty little iceberg when it comes to sex," he continued. "I've tried and tried but I just can't make her come. I know if she came one time, just one time, she'd be a great fuck. That afterwards she and I could enjoy screwing together."
Bowanga elbowed me and winked.
Regina spoke up. "If you studs listen to this ... worm, he'll have you thinking I'm frigid ... " Her golden eyes flashed. " ... When it's his fault I've never had an orgasm. The truth is Leroy is a sniveling mama's boy who's afraid of the smell of pussy, let alone the feel. I've never had an orgasm because I've never had a man!"
She lolled her knees together, pressing hot folds between her thighs, then opened her legs again, wide for all to see: a slick drool issued from the pink slit and ran over the hairy skin between her cunt and asshole.
All of us crowded around the divan groaned as the snatch fumes drifted up from the fine pussy.
I looked at Regina's hubby. His nostrils, too, were wide open and his pig eyes darted from man to man, dick to dick, as if measuring the state of excitement around the couch. His dick was the only one unerect. It was a nasty little finger of meat, dark and wizened, from decades of self-abuse, no doubt.
I looked back at Regina. A damn-fine looking woman. I wondered how those long legs of hers would feel wrapped around the small of my back? How that big bush would feel nuzzling against my balls?
"So," Leroy said, "you guys see my problem ... "
Bowanga chortled and said, "Yessir, Mr. Jessup, and it's right between your legs ... "
Everybody, laughed. It was kind of cruel, granted, but worth a single chuckle. To my utter astonishment, under the rain "of guffaws, the forest of pointing fingers, pointing at mouse meat ... his dick began to get a hard-on! Slowly it stiffened, stood out straight and grew thick. Everybody shut up real quick.
"If a couple of you guys could see your way clear to get up on Regina and, you know, show her a good time ... " Leroy said, "I'd be very appreciative."
Regina looked very, very bored.
"Sure, we'll fuck your wife for you, Leroy," Bowanga said. "But on one condition ... " He winked at me again.
"What's that?"
"That you can't watch."
I thought the little man was going to break into tears. Regina on the other hand gave Bowanga a big smile. She reached up and pinched the nerve bundle beneath his cockhead.
"Drag the little wimp out of here!" Bowanga ordered. "I'm gonna tear me off a piece of this fine, white pussy."
Three stout fellows hauled the kicking and screaming Leroy to another couch, just far enough away to be out of sight. They threw him on the couch and sat on him while they waited their turns on Regina.
"Hey, can't we all have a little taste before you cream all over her?" one guy said.
Bowanga looked down at Regina, who opened her thighs even wider. "Why not?" he said. He put his face down into her muff and ran his long red tongue up and down her slit, parting the heavy lips.
"Oooooh!" Regina sighed.
"It's got a kick to it, gentlemen," Bowanga announced, smacking his lips.
I could see his tongue worming its way between the funky folds, drilling the hole that lurked beneath. Then he leaned back and another head dropped down to feast on her pussy. She threw a hand over her eyes and rolled her hips around as man after man ... and a couple of women ... pressed hot lips to her pussy. When my turn came, she was dripping wet, a fragrant mixture of foxy mama, ten other people's slobber, and funky butt. I went down on her hungrily, flipping my tongue up her tube and forcing it in and out, in and out. She clamped her thighs about my head and rocked those tasty hips into my face. I stayed there in funky heaven for an eternity. I would've stayed longer, but someone tapped me on the shoulder ... to cut in on the action.
I stood up and wiped my mouth. Regina had her eyes closed and her lips curled back in a righteous fuck sneer. She sucked air through her clenched teeth as a big mama of a woman of about 45 slipped hot tongue up her cunt.
Bowanga looked at me and shook his head. "Let's go relieve the gentlemen who're holding down Leroy."
When we were away from the action he said, "That's some steel-eyed woman, isn't it, Harold?"
"My thoughts exactly," I said. "What's going on here?"
Bowanga chuckled. "You'll see."
We sat down on Leroy and the others went over for a bite of Regina. Bowanga leaned down and breathed in Leroy's face.
"What's that smell?" Bowanga said.
Leroy's face stiffened.
"WHAT'S THAT SMELL?"
"Goddam you black bastard," Leroy hissed. "You put those big lips on her pussy, you got all those horny guys to suck on her cunt."
"What're you going to do about it, Leroy" Are you going to kick my ass?"
"YOU BASTARD!"
Bowanga turned to me. "That was some fine snatch, wasn't it, Harold?"
"Yep," I said, playing along. "I can't wait to get some of that wrapped around my cock."
"Me, too," he agreed. "How 'bout you, Leroy? What do you think about all the guys going to squirt up your wifey?"
Leroy bucked up from the couch, frothing at the mouth.
"Watch him, Harold. Watch him. He'll get some of that on you if you don't watch out."
I looked down at the fellow, and sure enough, the little weirdo was pulling off. "Shee-it!" I exclaimed, jumping off him. "This little creep doesn't deserve a woman like that."
Of course that only excited Leroy more.
The other guys came back with stuff smeared on their faces. They sat on Leroy while we walked back to the couch.
"Now we're going to have us some!" Bowanga promised. He nudged his way up to the divan and tapped Christina on the shoulder. She raised her mouth from the sloppy gash.
"My turn," Bowanga said. "If you want to play in this round, honey, you'd better go strap something long and hard on."
Bowanga knelt between Regina's thighs, lifted her right foot up and placed it on his shoulder. Then he put black dickhead against pink sex flesh, searched, found her hole and eased his way in.
"Don't that feel fine, little bitch?" he said.
"Oooooh! Help! Leroy!" was her answer.
She couldn't add much more because another guy grabbed her by the ears, turned her head to one side, shoved his cock in her mouth, and while she held the fat cap between her lips, he beat off, wringing the loose skin of his dick, as her tongue rasped under the head of his cock.
Bowanga fed her every inch of his ebony dick, then set about fucking the hell out of her. His ass bobbed, sweated and farted, and his balls battered into her butthole. His hands stroked the silky inside of her thighs, dropped to feel the blazing ring of her sex and his plunging prick, like a meat piston.
"Regina! Regina!" Leroy called from across the room.
"Leroy! Leroy!" Bowanga called back in falsetto. He whipped her cunt juice into a bubbling lather. Then the big man groaned, stiffened, and his ass went wild.
We had to hold the couch down on the floor or his humping would've knocked it over.
Regina sucked dick like a champ, nostrils flared, tongue lashing, cheeks blushing red. Then he started to squirt in her mouth ... just about the time the first spurts of Bowanga's flop flew up her. Her adam's apple bobbed as she ate the man's sperm; her hips twisted crazily; her cunt sucked at Bowanga's cock.
Then it was over. Bowanga pulled out. Her cunt was wide open and her convulsing hole clearly visible. I didn't wait for an invitation. I squirmed in between Regina's thighs and helped myself to some of that hot stuff. I lay down on her soft belly and felt her tits against my chest, her pussy against my pudcap, her dense pubes against my thighs. She reached up and took hold of her knees, spreading herself out to the splitting point, dragging the outflung legs down ... down to give me maximum penetration.
I plowed into her mound, turning back the hot folds, puncturing her pussy. I worked my way in with quick back and forth moves that had her panting dickbreath up at me. Then some other guy needed his cock sucked, so I was spared the halitosis. She really ate his dick this time, not being content to suck at the head. She wanted it all. He gave it to her, too, clear to the balls he fed her cock. Then he slipped it in and out of her throat in long wet lunges.
I screwed her, loved every second of it, even loved the cheering section around the divan. I could tell when I made a good move, when I rubbed her clit, because her cheeks would turn beet red for a second. The slick heat, the tasty convolutions, corrugations of her pussy, got to me in what seemed like seconds. Before I knew it, geese ... droves of them ... flapped out my ass and my splooie was raging up her cunt.
"I'm coming, Leroy!" I hollered. "I'm coming and SO IS SHE!"
Even in the height of my orgasmic frenzy, I could hear Leroy's bellow of anguish.
A bellow abruptly followed by a hooting chorus of male voices, in unison: "SO IS HE! SO IS HE!"
Chapter 6
Let me tell you, I didn't want to take my cock out of her spasming tube. No way. Even as the ripples of my orgasm dwindled, her pussy sucked, palpitated, quivered up and down my entire dick. And I was stone-hard again before the next person in line could tap me on the shoulder. Then I felt the touch.
What could I do? The rules were the rules. Otherwise there would've been pure anarchy ... flying fists, knees, etc. But I left the soft saddle reluctantly, left the thick bush, soggy with my sperm and her juices, the bush that clung to my swollen cockshaft, to my uptight and once again come-ready balls.
My cock slipped out into the cool air, and Regina's eyes popped open. In them there was a fleeting look of panic, as if she were afraid it was going to all end then. But when the next man pushed her knees to her chest and socked his cock up her tube, she closed her eyes and cooed contentedly.
I watched the action for a minute or two, then I felt a hand on my arm. It was Merton.
"How's it going, buddy?" he asked.
"Not too bad," I said.
He looked at my prick, which, though coated with rapidly congealing fuck juice, arched up powerfully from my groin.
"Yeah, I can see that," he said, laughing. "What you need is a change of pace, pal."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Hey, would old Merton steer you wrong? Come on, I got a little surprise stashed away in the cloak room."
I followed him out of the main room and into a hallway at the far end of which was a pair of double doors.
"What's in there?" I asked, suddenly afraid it was some kind of dumb joke and that I'd miss some of the action in the big room.
"It's not so much what, as who," he said, chuckling.
I reached for the knob.
"No! Hey, hold it! Not so fast. You got to play by the rules, buddy."
"What, rules?"
"Well, everything's got to be even-steven ... It's real dark in there, right? And I got to tell you that whoever's in there is ... well, somewhat restrained ... if you get my drift."
"Tied up?"
"Uh-huh. So it's kind of a guessing game, see. Pin the tail on the donkey. The donkey is in there and you got to catch it. Blindfolded."
"Come on ... "
"If you don't want to play, I'll get Bowanga ... "
"It's going to be just me and whoever's in there, right? No sloppy seconds or thirds?"
"You got it. It's the best deal of the evening. I promise."
"Get on with it, then," I said.
Merton tied a piece of black cloth over my eyes. I heard the door open, felt the breeze it made on my cheek. Then he pushed me in and closed the door behind me.
It was-strange, let me tell you. But as exciting as hell. The closet seemed quite narrow. When I took a step to the side I found myself brushing against the row of coats hanging from a long wooden dowel. It was warm and the air was heavy with the smell of dozens of different perfumes all jumbled together.
I cocked my head and listened hard. Had it been a rustle I'd just heard? A rustle coming from my right? My dick throbbed painfully as I dropped to my hands and knees. If I crawled along the floor, I figured I was bound to come across whoever else was in the closet.
I crawled for four or five feet when a different scent hit my nostrils. It was a combination of pussy and armpit. Sexual excitement and fear. I groped for the source, lunging forward.
"Oh! Ugnh!" someone said, and unseen feet leaped over my outstretched arms. "Ugh!" A breeze hit my face as the person jumped over me and hopped to the far end of the closet. The breeze was heavily laden with the two aforementioned smells.
I spun around and followed the hopping feet.
"Uhh! Uhh!" Whoever it was made little grunts as she did her best to escape.
"Hey, don't be afraid," I said, crawling madly after her. "I won't hurt you ..."
But the feet kept hopping. Surely the closet HAD to end somewhere! My knees began to hurt from the battering they were taking on the bare floor.
Then, a few feet away, I heard an anguished sigh. I closed in, holding my arms out so my fingers touched the door on one side and the wall on the other, so she couldn't sneak by me.
"You're going to love it, sweetheart," I said, softly.
"Ugnh!" The jump sound.
I clawed at the air above my head. And made contact with hot, smooth skin. I managed to hook a couple of fingers in the ropes that bound her and I pulled down hard.
"Ooooof!" the girl groaned as her body hit the floor.
I held on to her arm and dragged myself up onto her silky body. "God, you're so soft, baby ... " I breathed. "And so hot."
I groped her with eager hands, squeezing firm little tits and round arms and hips. She shook her head and groaned some more. I crawled up higher and she tried to buck me off, but I was too heavy. I touched her hair. Crisp, tight curls. An afro! I ran my hands up and down her arms, feeling the tightly tied ropes, the dimples they made.
"UGNH!" she complained, twisting and shaking.
"Ooooh, you are a little fox, aren't you?" I said, touching her face, the gag that muffled her speech. I pushed my mouth down on the cloth, kissing her through the gag.
Her arms were pinned underneath her, the bonds wrapped around and around her upper torso, making her tits jut out even more provocatively than they did naturally.
I slid a palm down between her squirming body and mine. Slid it over round tummy and down into her hot fork. Her feet were tied together at the ankles, but her sweet thighs were set so far apart on her pelvis, that even with ankles and knees clamped together, she couldn't keep me out of her mound.
"You're just a baby!" I exclaimed, when I felt only a downy fuzz of pubes on her pudgy pudenda. I slid a finger between fat cuntlips and thrust my tongue down on the gag, drooling like a madman.
"Don't that feel good?" I said, running fingertip up and down the juicy slot.
She shook her head.
"Awww, then what about this?"
She shook her head more violently.
I eased my way down her body, sucking at her tits, biting her nipples.
"UHH! UHH!" she mumbled into the gag.
"It's okay, baby, really." I said, pressing my face into her soft mound. God, the scent of her pussy was so keen, so foxy fresh, I could hardly stand it. I sniffed deeply, and she froze under me, stopped her kicking and squirming. I opened my mouth and let it hang over her slit. The drool welled up instantly and in seconds long streamers of hot slobber were falling from my mouth onto her cunt.
"Uhhhhhhh," she moaned.
"That's hot stuff, isn't it?" I said, licking my lips. Then I put my mouth on the top of her mound, felt the kinky fuzz on my lips and tongue.
"Oooooh," she said.
I sucked on her mound noisily, letting my tongue slip down between the moist lips. Oh, they were tasty, and so hot. I tongued her slot eagerly, pushing against clit and pisser alike with all the rasping force my mouth could muster.
"OOOOH!" she whined.
I shoved my face down as far as I could but I couldn't get the tip of my tongue in her box. I had her funky juice smeared over my mouth and lips and nose, but I was inches away from the sloppy source.
"You want me to get it all, don't you?" I said, panting.
She made no answer.
I rolled her on her side and turned around facing the backs of her legs. My face was right above the big round cheeks of her ass. "I got to eat it all," I said, pushing my mouth over her hot buttocks, down in between the soft cheeks, nuzzling into her pussy the back way, the funky way.
At the touch of my mouth on her ass, she drew her legs up, bent her knees and curled up her feet, and opened her thighs.
To say I dove on her pussy would be an understatement. I mashed my mouth down on her cunt lips and my tongue surged forth, spreading tight lips, agitating them until they hung loose and dripping. Then I concentrated on the hole. Corkscrewing my tongue up it, I held her thighs in my hands, held my tongue as stiff as I could, and bobbed my head up and down, driving tongue into tight, stinky hole like a dick.
"OOOOOH! OOOOOH!" she sighed, as she delivered a rush of viscous juice to my mouth.
When I had her pussy good and swollen, when I had her firm hips snapping up into my mouth, I switched my attention to the other slot. A fragrant flower, it was. Adorned by a rosette of hot tissue. Since it was already drenched with slobber and cuntjuice, it was no difficult task to bore up it. I reamed her with long, tender tongue thrusts, keeping my lunges timed to coincide with her sphincter's spasms.
Finally, I had enough. I gave her pussy a long, last suck and rolled her over on her back. I climbed back on top of her and put my face next to hers. She breathed like a long-distance runner, deep and quick ... preparing for the final sprint. She'd drooled over the gag so much it was sopping wet. I squeezed her tits and stuck the tip of my tongue up her nose. She tried to open her legs under me, to get the searing hot head of my dick aimed up her pussy.
"Are you ready for a little fuck?" I asked her. , She just moaned.
"If I take the gag out of your mouth, you won't scream will you?"
She shook her head.
"Ok. I want to hear you talk to me," I said, untying the gag. "To hear you tell me how good it feels, understand?"
"Yes," she said in a weak voice as I removed the doth.
"But first ... " I mashed my mouth down on hers, reveling in the feel of her fat lips rubbing on mine, plunging my funky tongue down her throat and feeling her tongue, pebbly and hot, lashing over mine. I drew back. "Are you ready for a fuck?"
"Please ... hurry, now," she said, her voice husky with the fever.
"It seems a shame to untie all those wonderful knots," I said. I pushed her knees up to her tits, then made her open up wide. I crawled into the hot brown circle her pussy, legs, and feet made. I worked her bound feet down to the base of my spine so her lower body dangled from me and just her shoulders touched the floor. "You're mine now, baby. All mine."
I spread her cunt lips apart and put my dickhead in the wonderfully hot slot. She tried to snap her pussy up the hard shaft, whimpering through her nose.
"Easy. Easy, now," I said. "Just a second."
First I had to crack her box. I leaned down on her hard and snapped my hips.
"Oooooof!" she gasped.
My pud slid up the squeaky tight tube, ironing out the wrinkles. It was better on the back thrust, when all the corrugations bumped against my dickhead, tugging at it. I gave her five or six tip-to-root fucks, after which both of us were panting and wheezing up a storm.
I dropped my mouth back on hers, and we sucked each other's tongues while my hips beat a tattoo against her mound, cock sliding in and out on well-greased bearings.
"Oomph! Oomph! Oomph!" she grunted every time my bush ground into her clit, her fat and juicy cunt.
I raised up on my hands, lifting her ass and legs up in the air. "Come on, baby ... do it for me. You can do it for me now."
She locked her legs tightly around the small of my back and began swinging her big soft ass up and down, back and forth, pushing my dick in and out of her slick depths. She moved rhythmically, and I fondled her ass as she twitched my cock around in her pussy. The hot cunt mouth squeaked up and down the shaft of my cock, sucking, pulsing, driving me crazy. She moved in a maddenly broken pattern ... long stroke that made my balls bump into her sloppy butt ... long stroke ... then short stroke that only took half my tumescent prick. Long., .long ... short ... short ... short-short-short ... long-short-long-short.
"That's the way," I said, kneading her buttocks, squeezing them together so that they gripped my balls in their moist valley. "Get it! Come on, get it!"
"Ahh-Ooh-Ahh-AHH-HEEE!" she yelped as she began to come.
So tight. So hot. Sucking so hard at my dick. Her pussy a squishy furnace. Then tremors raced down my cock. Her funky fragrance overpowered me. My balls vibrated as come spurted out my dick.
"AHH-HEEE! AHH-HEEE!" she wailed as it sizzled up her snatch.
"Love it ... LOVE IT!" I mumbled, a red haze slipped over my blindfolded eyes and my ass went berserk. "Funky little bitch ... feel it? FEEL IT?"
"OOOOOH, yes! So hot, burning ... STICKY. Don't stop. AH-HEEEEE!"
"TELL ME WHAT'S IT LIKE?" I snarled at her.
"Oh ... OH ... OHHHHH ... so hard ... so hard and ... OOOOH! ... so long ... fucking me so deep ... so deep ... SO GOOD ... UH-hahaha-ooooh! ... getting my pussy so hot ... making me COMECOMECOME! FUCK ME! OOH! FUCK ME! OOH!"
I whipped my bubbling dick in and out of her pussy, teasing my orgasm out to its outer limit. I had her coming every which way. She cried ... she shrieked ... and her pussy milked every single drop of pearly squirt from my cock.
When I finished, I gave her a long tongue suck, slurping her pointed tongue out of her mouth and nursing on it like a tit. "You are some fuck," I said.
She flipped her hips, slipping my still-hard pud up her cunt. "Ssssssutt!" she hissed. "
I figured I'd pinned the tail on the donkey ... but good ... and that the "game" part of the game was over, so I took off the blindfold. The girl pitted on my dick was a real honey. Even in the dark, I could see her skin was a tawny yellow ... her lips big and red, eyes soft from the fuck I'd given her, face triangular ... like a cat's. I kissed her again, running my tongue over her full lips.
The ropes were really tied on tight. They cut into her skin, her arms, her fine tits.
"Why don't we try it without the ropes?" I said.
Her brown eyes lit up. I reached for the knots, but a rustling sound from far side of the closet made me stop. Her eyes were suddenly full of fear.
"No!" she begged. "Fuck me, whitey. ME!" She slid the mouth of her pussy up and down my dick for emphasis.
"Sure, but first I want to see what else is in here ... " I wrenched my way free of her strong legs.
"NO!" she called after me. "PLEASE ... NO!"
The closet, it turned out, was a real monster ... all of twenty-five feet long. I crawled down it on all fours, my dick bobbing up and bumping into my breastbone. The girl's cries dwindled as I got further away from her. They became a petulant sobbing.
I couldn't for the life of me guess what the rest of Merton's surprise was going to be, but I crawled eagerly to meet it.
"Uuuumph!" somebody said. "Uuuu-ummmmph!"
I pulled a bunch of long top coats apart and swallowed hard. There before me was the brownest, foxiest PAIR of black chicks I'd ever seen. Like the light-skinned girl at the other end of the closet, they were gagged and tightly tied up with coarse hemp rope. And like the other girl, they were stripped naked.
"UUUUMPH!" the one with the bigger natural said, shaking her head. Her big eyes were full of fear and loathing as they took in the slimy hardon that stuck out from beneath my pubic patch.
They were even younger than the other one ... about fifteen ... with hard little titties that jutted out from their chests like sweet Hershey's Kisses. The ropes cut into the smooth skin right under their boobs, making the tight skin around twin handfuls even tighter.
Merton, or whoever had done the rope-job, had tied the girls back to back, wrist to wrist, and they sat cowering together on the floor of the closet, legs tied at the ankles and drawn up tight to their bare butts.
I leaned over close to Miss Big Natural. She and her friend tired to pull away but there was only the closet wall at their back. I sniffed her skin, her arms, tits, face. She smelled like cinnamon, tangy and sweet. "You heard the other one, right?" I said.
Big Natural and friend nodded, eyes wide open.
"I guess you think I killed her or something, right?"
Neither of them made a move.
"I killed her with this," I said, indicating my cock. "I made her come; Could you tell when she was coming?"
No move.
"It doesn't hurt, you know." I looked at Big Natural hard. "You DO know, don't you?"
A twinkle in soft brown eyes.
"You know all about it ... "
The eyes danced.
"It's just part of Merton's trip ... his game, right?"
No answer.
I ran my hand over her hair. "You're so soft, so warm. I can make you come, too. You'd like that a lot, wouldn't you?"
No answer.
I pinched the stiff pencil-stub nipples. "Yes, I know you would." I groped the other one's tits, too. "We all can come, but first Big Sister here is going to help me out ... "
I untied her wrists and ankles. She stretched out like a cat, then took off the gag.
"Whatchou want, Whitey? Whatchou gonna do to us?"
"Everything," I said, pulling her down on the floor, and rolling on top of her.
Such silky skin she had, so brown and hot, and her tits pushed into my chest so tenderly. She squirmed under me and I worked a knee between her slender thighs, then a leg, then both legs. It was exquisite ... the brief struggle, the friction of flesh against flesh. I held her wrists above her head and looked her in the eye.
"You gonna rape me, Whitey?"
"No," I said, grinding my stiff prick over her mound, her fuzzy hummock, mashing its red-hot length between our bellies. I tried to kiss her, but she turned her head, and all I got was a sleek cheek. "You don't like to kiss?"
She kept her head to one side, out of reach.
"Or maybe I kissed the wrong spot?"
A shooting star flashed across her brown iris.
I squirmed down lower, biting at her tits.
"Ouch! You honky pig!"
She hit me about the head and neck as I licked and sucked my way to her belly button.
Somehow I kept her thighs from clamping shut. Her fists rained blows on my back as my mouth slipped down into the fork of her crotch ... the silky and steamy center of her being.
"Oooooooooh!" she whispered, as my mouth swarmed over the clump of kinky pubes.
"Mmmmmm, ' I said. "You are tasty, girl. A tasty little pussy."
And it was the truth. She tasted like she smelled: sweet cinnamon edged with musk. I lashed my tongue back and forth between her pussy lips, and she stopped hitting me on the head. Her hands touched my head gently, massaging ears, jaws that worked over her sex flesh so greedily.
"Uhhhhh, oh, Whitey ... " She flung her thighs wide open.
I gobbled the fat little mound, trying to get the whole thing, to suck it all into my mouth. I gripped her round asscheeks and pushed them apart, opening the way for access to her very hole. I spread her lips and her cheeks and slipped the tip of my tongue into her box.
"Eat me ... hurry!" she said, her hands dragging my face down into her folds with a surprisingly powerful force.
I bored into the tight, fragrant pore, delighting in the feel of her asscheeks against my face, her pussy to sizzling hot against my lips, her tube so slick about my tongue.
"Oh, you doin' it now! He doin' it now! Marguerite! He eating my pussy!"
I ate and ate all right, until I could get half my face in her gash, until my balls were so uptight I had to get some relief. I pushed up from her drool-covered crotch. "Girl, I could eat you all night long," I said.
"Ooooh!" she whimpered, flipping her ass up, trying to get my wildly squirming tongue back up her snatch.
"But you got to do your part, too," I said.
When I looked at her face, her eyes were bugging out, her tongue lashed over her full lips. I kneeled close to her head. "You know what I mean, don't you girl?"
For an answer she reached out and told hold of my stiff prick. Her little brown hand was dwarfed 'by the girth of it. She scooted under my belly.
"That's it, baby," I said. "You go ahead and suck on it."
She put the cap of my dick between her soft lips. Such a fiery mouth! She closed her eyes as she clamped her lips about my cap. And then I felt her tongue working over the underside.
She looked so sweet with my big dick in her mouth. I snapped my hips, making her take more cock. God! Could she ever suck cock! I pulled back and gave her more. The blazing ring of her mouth slipped lower down my dick and I could feel the walls of her throat, slick and hot, against my dickhead.
All that pink cock sliding down the brown baby's mouth. My libido was snapping, crackling after a dozen slow thrusts. She was so hot for prick, so hungry for hard meat deep in her gullet.
I rolled her over flat on her back, and facing her cunt I slipped down on her belly. Belly to belly we were, then I eased back and kneeled next to her head. Her nipples dragged across my chest ... a delicious friction. And she sucked and gobbled my dick.
Once I had the angle just the way I wanted it-so she could get an unobstructed throat fuck from my cock-I dropped back down on her body.
So smooth! I parted her thighs, reaching around them, gripping them from the inside. I shoved my mouth down on her slit, slipped my tongue up her cunt and gave her a series of passionate French kisses on her mound. I twisted my mouth around on the hot lips, the kinky hairs tickled my chin. I bored my nose into her red-hot butthole.
And her hips lifted up to meet my tongue stabs, lifted and the thighs opened wide. I could feel her pussy muscles fluttering over my tongue. Then her thighs locked around my head, sphincter locked about my tongue. She began to fuck my face with quick flips of the ass.
Her teeth were at the base of my dick, and it was miles deep in her throat. Her tongue flapped against my pud so wonderfully. I dragged cock from her face and slipped it back, enjoying the feel of her nose under my balls, under my asshole. I started to fuck her mouth like a cunt: long, powerful thrusts that bottomed out somewhere in her gullet.
And she lay there and took it. Took it all in, slurping and slobbering over my choad, snuffling over the back of my balls, over my flinching asshole.
I looked up from her dark red folds and saw her friend watching us hump ... spellbound. "You're next, honey," I said, holding the thighs apart so she could see me tongue the girl's pussy, so she could see me suck at her clit and butt. "It's going to be so good, little mama."
I pushed up from the floor and held myself on. my hands. "Look down there, see all that meat working?" I nodded down at my cock, red from friction with her teeth and throat gliding in and out of her mouth. Oh, it was sight to behold. Every-time I thrust down deep I could see the sides of her throat expand to take the girth of my cock. When I drew back, the brown throat shrank. I ground my balls down on the bridge of her nose. "See how she loves that white cock. Oh, sister, she's getting it all. You're gonna get it, too."
The more I looked at the cowering figure in the corner, the more I wanted to fuck her, to spread those sleek brown cheeks and feed her all my dick. I pumped and pumped into Big Natural's face, but my imagination already had me screwing elsewhere.
"No! Please ... Please ... me," said a familiar voice.
The light-skinned one had crawled back to where the action was. Seeing the wild look in her eyes, the way she was all twisted up from fighting the bonds, her firm tits jiggling, her bush still leaking my spurt ... well, suddenly I had a perfect brainstorm. "All my babies are going to get some," I said.
I pulled my cock back from the sweet depths of Big Natural's throat, and kept on pulling until it popped out from between her lips. She looked at me in astonishment, then hurt, then anger. She pursed her lips sexily, trying to get me to feed her more dick, but I ignored her.
"We're gonna get it on now, little sisters," I promised. My skull felt like it was full of helium, a bright red balloon floating fifty feet above my body. I needed to conic again and quickly.
I grabbed the pale one by the arm and dragged her over to where Big Natural writhed on the floor. She came gladly, mumbling stuff like, "Fuck me again ... oh, please do it to me again ... you so wonderful ... make me come again."
I untied her ankles and made her half-sit up, then pushed her back onto the supine girl's face. She fell on it gracefully, breaking the fall with her hands. "Ooooooohweeee, Lucasta!" she exclaimed as she straddled her friend's face, brushing hot pussy folds against her friend's lips. She held Big Natural by the hair.
The expression of Big Natural was shock mingled with disgust.
"Come on, Lucasta! Come on!" she begged, bumping her clit into Lucasta's nose. But Lucasta wasn't about to slip her tongue up any pussy. The poor girl's face was buried in cunt, her nose, mouth, chin.
"I'll fix it," I said, opening the stubborn girl's thighs. I took the pale one's hand and put it on Lucasta's pussy.
"GOL-LY! Lucasta got a wet muff!" the girl exclaimed, squeezing the turgid pussy. She slipped a pair of fingers up the sloppy slot and as she diddled, she rocked her own pussy into Lucasta's face.
"Oh! Lucasta, honey, HONEY! ... oh, darlin' ... OH!" she said as the pinned girl came to life.
I leaned way down and saw her jaws working, throat flexing, unmistakable signs of tongue-up-snatch. The pale one's fingers brought forth a gusher of stinky goo from her pussy ... and kept time with Lucasta's tongue flying over the inside of her cunt.
When the two girls were obviously in no mood to stop the action, I turned to the girl still tied up. I squeezed up next to her, rubbing my hard cock on her legs. She closed her eyes at the hot, velvety feel of it against her skin.
"You like that don't you?" I said. "Sure, you do ... " I slipped a hand over her titty, palmed it, mashed it lovingly. She watched me through heavy-lidded eyes, eyes that mirrored the excitement of her two humping friends on the floor. Her gag was sopping wet, as if she had been drooling up a storm.
"You're all wet." I said, removing the .gag. I leaned over and kissed her bee-sting lips, big puffy confections of chocolate brown, She opened her mouth and I pushed my tongue inside. My funky, funky tongue. "Can you taste her pussy?" I asked, pulling back.
"Uh-huh," she said, eyes big and round.
"You're gonna have a lot more in a minute," I said, gripping her by the bonds that held her wrists and hauling her over to the snuffling couple.
I got her on her knees and pushed on the back of her neck until her face nuzzled in Lucasta's pussy, her lips grazed the pale one's knuckles. At the touch of warm lips on the back of her hand, the pale one drew her fingers out.
"Now, Marguerite, suck her pussy," I urged, pushing on the back of her head. One push, one taste was enough. The slim girl flew at the sloppy gash like a hog at trough. And it was a treat to see her gobbling it, too. And the pale one slapping her loose lips into Lucasta's face.
I could bear the tension no longer. I spread Marguerite's tight asscheeks, exposing her furry little mound. She groaned into Lucasta's pussy. I opened her pussy with my tongue, coated the fat outer lips with my slobber, sucked at the inner ones until they parted.
Breathing with difficulty, I spit on my cockhead and fit the red bulb to her hole. In an easy, rocking motion I rammed my way in. "Oh, Marguerite, you're so TIGHT!" I groaned.
I slipped her wrinkly little box all my pud, every warty inch of it. She snuffled and snorted her pleasure into Lucasta's pussy, who in turn gobbled her joy into the pale one's snatch.
Talk about squishy-squishy! About tender, squeaky quim! This black girl had them all beat. I drove cock to her in a frenzy, every lunge into the burning depths only gave me a greater appetite for more. More. MORE.
I slid my hands over her silky young body, over baby-fat tummy and firm tits, pumping, all the while pumping, the air full of crazy sex snorts of pussy-eating females, full of the odor of three bitches in heat.
Then I came. Waves of radiant heat washed over me. My stomach muscles spasmed in time with my nuts.
"OH! OH! OH! OH! OH!" Marguerite screamed into hot folds, making clit vibrate.
"MMMMPH!" Lucasta bellowed into the pale one's cunt, titillating her buzzer.
"OH! HONEY! I'M ... OOH! UNGH!" the pale one screeched.
Amid the din of three female orgasms, my own grunts could be heard. I shot quarts of cream up the tight hole, filled her to the brim, and, as the sticky stuff dribbled down her thighs, I refilled her. Again and again.
I prayed to God I'd never stop spurting, never stop feeling her cunt milking me, wringing the joy from my dick.
But, of course, the pleasure finally subsided. My dick softened in the hot grip of Marguerite's pussy and it slipped out with a farting sound.
I untied the girls and sat on the floor. They dressed hurriedly, after explaining that their folks didn't like them to stay out too late. They put on tight-fitting faded blue jean jacket suite with silver studs all over them and real complicated designs on the back that told their different zodiac signs.
They looked so cute all dressed up and in their platform shoes that it was all I could do to keep from dragging them down for another go-around.
"You wonderful," Lucasta said. "Kiss us goodbye?"
"Sure," I said, starting to get up.
"Not on the mouth, silly," she scolded.
One by one the girls hunkered over my face, spread their legs and had me suck on their mounds through the fabric.
"You ARE wonderful," Lucasta said.
Chapter 7
Every bump I hit in the station wagon on the way home was sweet agony ... I had the lover's nuts bad. A near terminal case. It was marvelous.
You know, there are times in everyone's life when he feels on top of it, like he has the world by the tail, his fingertips on all the right strings; all the possibilities, permutations, march before his mind's eye ... phalanxes of chocolate soldiers ... one had only to choose. That's how I felt, pulling in to the driveway of my house.
I'd puffed and sweated every morning and evening for seven weeks. I'd starved myself, denied myself the things I held most dear: mashed potatoes, gravy, chocolate cake with butter frosting, beer after beer after beer, etc. I'd peeled off the old me, cast him aside. Him with his saggy jowls, flabby gut, him short of breath, shuffling of gait. And most important of all, him whipped of pussy ... afraid of failure, afraid to dare. I'd shed him and fed the crisp brown husk to the garbage disposal.
THIRTY-FOUR POUNDS! A Hick of the switch, a whirr of razor-sharp blades, a splash of tap water, and they were gone forever.
The man in the mirror who grinned back at me now had no rolls of flab above his hip bones. Just solid slabs of muscle under tight skin. No gut to suck in. Belly rigid, lean like a washboard, each segment of stomach muscle clearly delineated under the arch of his ribs. The tapering of his waist made his shoulders look broader. And his deltoids made a powerful triangle between shoulder ... neck ... and shoulder. The weight training had done that. That as well as tightened up his biceps, triceps and back and legs. There was a sinuosity to his body. Not hulking, brutish strength, but a lithe, almost wiry power.
I laughed, and the man in the mirror mimicked me. I was he and he was I. And our cocks swayed as we chuckled.
The cock is a muscle, too. A muscle like all the rest. Capable of growth ... both in size and in stamina. I didn't run to the tape measure to see if I'd put on another eighth of an inch in dick girth. Nope. I'd passed the stage of worrying about things like that. After all, I knew, I had the best evidence a man can have, expert testimony, that I was man enough to satisfy any ... ANY woman, anytime.
I don't want to give the impression that I had become some kind of narcissist. That I spent all my free time in front of a mirror going ga-ga over myself ... But, I was and AM proud of the changes I made in me, in my body and my life-style.
At the office, I had a little fan club that met around my desk at break time. All the foxiest chicks, the receptionists, bookkeepers, stenos, and even a couple of private secretaries from upstairs, dropped by to slide their well-upholstered butts onto my desk, to chit-chat about nothing of importance, to be seen chit-chatting with me, to accidentally let a pencil fall on the floor, so they could bend down and give me a look at low-cut dress, at firm half moons in flimsy push-up bra, to give me the "I'm available" look when they caught me staring at their boobs.
They were openly after me, and I enjoyed the game, the teasing, the come-ons. But I wasn't about to jeopardize my job-intra-firm dating was a firing offense!-over some companionship that I could get elsewhere.
What did they talk about? Clothes mostly. I had to buy an all-new wardrobe because of the weight loss, and we talked about that ... among other things, gossip, rumors, etc.
The topic of my divorce was always a big favorite. They wanted to know how the ex was getting along, bearing up to the strain and all.
"Isn't that touching, Wanda? I thought so. I'd tell them about the latest panting phone call. This was, of course, before Dr. Langouste and the treatments ...
"Incidentally, the doctor told me just the other day how well you seem to be getting on. His prognosis is very optimistic. He said you should be out of the Observation Cell in a few weeks. I am glad, you know. No hard feelings and all that."
No matter how pre-occupied I was with things at the office, with Wanda's late calls, with my own regimen, I got a quick thrill whenever I picked up the day's mail. I always expected, hoped for another invitation. Any day I was sure another one was forthcoming.
But the days rolled by and no pink card! Tons of sex ads but no white envelope! I confess that after three weeks without correspondence I had begun to give up and found myself thinking of the orgies as fond memories.
I took out my frustration on the sidewalk ... jogging miles and miles, working up a good sweat, getting tired enough to fall asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
Three weeks and four days after the last orgy, I got a small package in the mail. It was wrapped in plain brown paper, tied with white string, and had no return address. My spirits instantly picked up. Postmarked from Buffalo, New York, the package was similar in size to the last one I had received.
I tore off the wrapper and found, along with a pink card, a film cassette, unlabeled. The card said: "Admit the bearer of this card to 101 State Street, Suite 3404, Lincoln, Nebraska, at 11 p.m., Saturday, the fourth of July."
Independence Day! As I set the card aside, I had no idea how apropos that date was going to turn out to be.
The cassette intrigued me. It was a sound on film cartridge that required a special projector. I had to go out and rent a model to do the job, but I figured if it was half as tasty as the audio tape they'd sent me last time, it was well worth the price.
I set the projector up in the living room, aiming it at a blank spot on the wall. Then I pulled my armchair up next to it, turned out the lights and sat down.
I hit the "on" switch, and the machine began threading film with a clicking noise as ratchets spun, gears twirled. A beam of white light hit the wall. I eased back in the chair with a smug grin on my face.
The grin froze into a cold, lifeless thing, as the first few frames of the film danced over the wall.
I groaned aloud, reached over and hit the "Stop Action" switch. The film's single, moving figure became a statute.
It was Wanda! Wanda in the nude. It was a recent picture, too, because she wore her pale brown hair in a short, mannish shag ... a haircut she'd gotten only two weeks before.
I couldn't look at her body without getting the familiar sinking feeling in my gut. She was a small woman, fine-boned and firm like a teenager still. Soft milk-white skin, slender arms and delicate fingers. Her ribs showed under the flesh of her chest. Her tits were two perfect half-domes capped by confections of pale pink. Her stomach indented just above her deep navel, and then swelled out, a round silky mound so soft, before it curved in again to meet her bush of dense black pubes. Her thighs were sleek, high little buttocks a tasty double handful.
Oh, she was a sight! At once she made my cock twitch, my mouth fill with slobber like a trained dog, and made my heart shudder from the cold look in her eyes.
The single isolated frame had caught her in exactly the expression she had used on me so often, so successfully ... from her point of view. Her blue eyes, a bit wide-set on her face, radiated cool control, frigid confidence, and, perversely, an intense sex hunger ... an unquenchable thirst. Proud, indomitable, haughty, those were words to describe her. Her lips were a narrow, disdainful slit, her eyebrows drawn on plucked brows slanted up from nose bridge to temple ... harsh, unyielding lines.
There was a smugness in her face, too. About the square chin and small nose it seemed to flicker like a candle in a draft. "You can fuck me," it said, "and fill me with your seed, but I shall be the conqueror ... always the victor."
I remember thinking that it was a sadistic thing for someone to send me, especially when I had begun to get over her, what she'd done to me. Then it hit me that if I couldn't dispassionately look at her naked body I certainly wasn't "over her," and maybe never would be. I told myself that I had to look at the rest of the film as medicine ... something painful but absolutely necessary.
I turned the projector to "Forward."
Wanda jerked to life. Barefoot she walked around a room that was a perfect example of motel modern ... it had beige stucco walls on three sides and a facing of imitation red brick on the fourth. The rug was an avocado green and double bedspread and curtains were the inevitable harvest gold. She seemed totally unaware of the camera, walking about the room stark naked, falling into the most undignified, though very attractive poses: bent over to pick some small imperfection off the carpet ... round hips and ass framing the pudgy mound of her cunt, the fine fringe of curly pubes, the pale pink flesh of her cuntlips; raising slender arm to scratch at shaved armpit with long red-painted nails.
The camera angle shifted again and again. It was some production for a home movie. Lots of editing went into that tape, let me tell you. I figured all the cameras were behind the mirrors that hung on three of the walls. One-way mirrors, they must've been.
Wanda stepped right up to one of them, lifted her bangs to check the angle of her eyebrow. She viewed herself critically, like a sculptor his handiwork. Satisfied, she reached down and scratched the inside of her thigh, just above her knee. I could hear the nails digging into her flesh on the soundtrack. Then she opened her thighs. looking at herself in the mirror, and admired the pale lips puckering from the hairy mound. She ran her hand over her cunt, grinding her palm on the top of it, and scratching up and down the pink slit ever so lightly with her nails.
"Ahhhh," she sighed, very softly.
The nails itched the tight curls, aroused the pouty lips. And she watched it all as if she were viewing a movie, and it turned her on no end.
A flush crept to her cheeks and her long tongue, pointed at the tip like some small carnivore's, flicked out and licked her lips. Ooh, she liked that. Liked the way her tongue glistened so red and sexy, liked the way long nails were moving the puffy lips about, making them mash against each other, making bubbles of clear juice form in the widening slit.
I'd never seen Wanda alone like that, not in all the years I was married to her. I never saw her play with herself. I guess it never occurred to me that she did.
Wanda flopped on the bed and rolled into a knee-chest position. Knees outflung, she looked at herself upside down in the mirror, looked between the cleft of her swaying tits, at her own cunt and asshole. Unsatisfied with the view, she reached back and opened her muff with her fingertips. The hummock between her buttocks was split by a hairy oval, a ring of black pubes around moist double lips and puckering asshole. The top of the hummock above her clit held a thick, bushy shock of black hair. Fingertips dallied in black beard, at the apex of the turgid folds.
Then a harsh metallic sound. A key in the lock.
Wanda sat up quickly, eyes on the door, which was off camera. She sat there totally naked, hands on round hips and said, "What are you doing in here?"
The film cut to another angle, one that showed both the naked woman on the bed and the figures standing in the open door. They were four teen-age boys. One of them held a key to the room. He was about sixteen, the oldest of the bunch.
"Close the door, guys, there's a draft," he said, smiling a crooked smile. He wore his hair in a long shag, and it was a dirty blonde color. There was something almost Neanderthal about his beetling brows and heavy chin.
"What do you want?" Wanda demanded. Even in a locked room, naked with four strong boys, she was sure of herself.
"That depends on you. We want what you want," he said, unbuttoning his jean jacket. He was a brash young man, full of self-confidence. "I'm Tucker," he said, unzipping his fly. He drew out a great red dick and showed it to her. "Whatever you want," he said.
The other boys edged closer to the bed to get a better look at the naked woman. All three of them had big hardens in their jeans.
Tucker stepped out of his jeans and underwear and strutted in front of Wanda. He was a well-built lad, nicely muscled, but still gangling like a colt, parts of him being slightly disproportional. Arms a bit too long, hands too big, and cock ... Cock way outsized with a huge fat head on it and thick brown bush and balls hanging down in their pink sack.
"I want you to meet my pals," Tucker said. He introduced the others as they undressed. "This is Chad," he said, pointing to a boy of fourteen with long, skinny legs, a hairless body save for the swatch of black above his thick pink dick. It swung about stiffly as he tugged off his pants. He had very short black hair combed forward and looked super-clean-cut, but for the harden he sported.
"This is Lon," Tucker said. Lon peeled off his western shirt and showed Wanda a deeply tanned body. His sun-bleached blonde hair was longish, about standard length nowadays. His eyes were bright blue and they wandered up and down over Wanda's uncovered body. When he unbuttoned his fly, his prick flipped out, stiff and arcing up towards his chin. Lon appeared to be about the same age as Chad.
"Last but not least, this is Trank," he said.
Trank was barely thirteen, small for his age ... on the surface at least. He had collar-length blonde hair parted in the middle and a face full of freckles. He grinned broadly as he stepped forward to show himself to Wanda. He got out of his jeans and stood in front of her in his jockey briefs.
The camera view was from behind, showing his adolescent thighs, sprinkled with curly blonde hairs. Then the camera cut to an extreme close-up of Wanda's face as she looked into the crotch of the teen-ager's underwear. Her mouth dropped open an inch, eyes widened, then the mouth smiled, eyes sparkled.
Trank stepped out of his underwear. Wanda watched with obvious relish as he exposed himself to her. She made a little "o" with her lips.
Film cut to front view of Trank. He was a monster in the penis department. His baby-pink cock hung halfway down his thigh. His sparse bush of dirty blonde pubes trailed off as it neared his pendulous balls. Only a few long springy hairs grew on them. And as he sized up the woman he meant to fuck with that monumental apparatus, his cock stiffened. In pulsing seizures it rose from its dangle ... higher ... higher until the red bulb pointed straight up at his chin and the veins along the stem stood out rigid.
"We're going to fuck the living shit out of you," Trank said, his voice breaking on the last word.
The four boys circled the bed, masturbating their erect dicks.
Wanda took it all in without so much as a flinch. It wasn't fear that made her smile like that, made her eyes dart from pudcap to pudcap, made her mouth so dry she had to lick her lips over and over again. It was lust. It was for her undoubtedly a dream come true.
"You sure got a hairy pussy," Tucker said.
The others grinned, hands pumping.
Wanda fell back on the bed and writhed around sensually on the coverlet, carelessly opening her thighs, showing them black beard, pink gash, round buttocks.
"Gol-ly!" Lon said. "Look at the way it rubs together."
"And it's gettin' wet, too," Chad added.
Wanda stopped wiggling and lay on her back. She spread her legs wide apart and said, "You boys like it wet and hairy, don't you?"
Four pairs of eyes followed her hand over her tits, belly, and into the dense fur. She squeezed her pussy and sucked air in through her teeth as if she was so hot she could hardly stand it.
Camera zoomed in on red nails digging in to hot pink folds and drops of juice pooling amid pubes. Fingers came away slick with funky lubricant.
Wanda raised her hand to her nose and sniffed. "Ooooh!" she said, "That's strong stuff. Here, you smell it!" She jumped up and grabbed the dumbfounded Lon by the neck and rubbed the stinky juice on his nose. Then she sat back. "How'd you like it, Lonny?" she asked, laying back, spreading her thighs and rolling her hips suggestively.
Lonny's face was beet red, his nostrils were flared, and his fist was flying over his pud. He was shaking out dollops of pre-come he was so excited.
"I think the lady needs to smell some dick," Tucker said. "What do you think, Lon?"
Lon didn't answer. All four of the boys jumped on the bed grabbing at the naked woman.
"Stop! STOP IT!" she yelled, trying to keep them from moving her. Her cries lacked conviction, and the boys could sense it. She was delirious with pleasure. Four hot and horny boys climbing all over her silky body, rubbing their erections everywhere, squeezing her tits, her ass, trying to grope in her pussy.
They dragged her to the edge of the bed, and all five of them were panting, red in the face from exertion and the impending sex fever.
Lon hopped to the floor and stood in front of Wanda. He bent his knees to get his hard cock on a level with her mouth, jerking off the whole time.
Wanda tried to twist away, but the others held her on the bed on her hands and knees. Tucker had her in a headlock and Chad and Trank held her lower body, their arms around her thighs and tits.
"Come on, Lon, give it to her!" Tucker said.
Lon edged closed to her tightly clamped lips. He pushed the velvety head of his dick into her mouth, mashing its blind face over her lips, spreading the first drops of pre-come on them. The skin on his dicksheath was loose, and he worked his dickbone through it, wringing it sensually, as he masturbated in her face.
Wanda's face was twisted up in an angry glare, her jaws locked shut. The boy rubbed the red bulb all over her face, cheeks, eyes, nose, leaving a sticky trail of goop behind.
Chad and Trank began stroking her belly and tits in long hungry movements. "God, she's so soft, Tucker," Trank exclaimed.
Chad's other hand slipped up the inside of her thigh. She struggled. Then his hand was into her bush and she stopped fighting. "Grab some of this, man!" Chad said, closing his eyes, digging the slick, hot feel of hairy cunt.
Trank slipped his hand into her muff, his mouth hanging open, wide pink tongue lashing over dry lips. "Tucker, it's sopping wet," he said.
Camera close-up of both boys hands at Wanda's cunt. Their fingertips swarming over the slippery folds, searching for, probing for ... "Wow-eee!" Chad yelped. His finger slid up to the knuckle in hot pussy.
"OOOOH!" Wanda moaned as adolescent knuckle ground into her hole, as another adolescent twiddled with her clit.
The sweet, vulnerable "o" her mouth made was all the invitation Lon needed. He sort of hopped forward, dick in hand, and stuffed himself down her throat?
"Oh ... WOW!" he said, grabbing her by the ears and sliding his prick in and out of her mouth. He rolled his eyes and fucked her face.
Wanda took all the cock he had to give. Her wet lips sucked at the tender shaft greedily; her tongue lashed about under the wide cap, titillating his nerve bundle; her cheeks puffed in and out as the boy lunged and flipped his dick to her. Her nostrils flared when he bumped his bag into her chin and dragged shiny pubes over her lips.
Tucker held his face inches from the action, watching all that cock slide in and out of her mouth. "Hurry up, Lon," he said, "give her some cream. My halls feel like they're gonna explode."
Cut to shot of Lon from behind. His bee-bee butt flipping wildly, blonde hair flying.
Cut to shot of Wanda from behind. Chad and Trank are fondling her pussy, Chad stuffing his index finger in and out of her pussy and twisting it around. "God! Trank, quick! You try it," he said.
Trank's eyes were bugging out as he slipped a fingertip from her hard little clit up the slick lips and into the round hole Chad had found. "Oh, man! Oh, this is FAN-TAS-TIC!" he wailed, his finger a blur as it diddled the cunt. "The smell, Chad, can you believe it?!"
Chad lowered his head and sniffed. "Jesus!" he groaned. "Get out of the way!"
Trank pulled his finger out and Chad got in behind Wanda's ass. Without a pause he put his whole face onto her cunt, rubbing the funky folds over himself. "Oh ... OH ... OOOHHH!" he groaned, sniffing and snorting into the sloppy gash. "The hairs! The lips ... so wet ... stinky ... taste ... " His tongue flicked out, spearing the round hole just below her asshole, "Ummmm," he slurped into her box, driving tongue in and out as fast as he could.
Wanda was drooling a storm over Lon's pud, and when she felt the boy's tongue slide up her snatch, she reached up and took hold of the balls banging into her chin. Her expert fingers milked them with just the right amount of pressure.
Lon moaned and grunted in time with her fingers. Moan when she squeezed, grunt when she released.
"Hey, Lon! You're gettin' her hot. You're turnin' her on! Give her some. Come on. Squirt in her face!" Tucker yelled.
Lon's dick was a red pole flying down her throat. Her cheeks puffed in and out wildly.
Camera zoomed in, extreme close-up of Wanda's fingers on his balls. Pink, bumpy, gooseflesh skin, coarse brown hairs ... delicate fingers filled the wall. Then split screen of Wanda's face with dick stabbing, and red nail reaching up, up behind uptight nuts, up to the flexing pink asshole. Wanda's head begins pumping, her lips twisting around the boy's cock. Red nail finds pink butthole between brown buttocks.
Cut to Icon's face. "OUCH!" Shock, fleeting pain, and orgasm register in his eyes.
Cut to Wanda's mouth. Extreme close-up of her lips sucking at the spurting dick head, diving up and down the shaft.
"Give it to her!" Tucker said.
A big dollop of sperm oozed out from between her lips as she gobbled cock. It hung in the corner of her mouth like a pearl, then began to dribble over her chin.
"Huh! Huh! Huh!" Lon snorted.
"Wow! Lon's coming in her mouth!" Trank said to Chad.
"Ummmph!" Chad said, boring into her hole with long tongue thrusts, his face shiny with her stinky stuff.
"Come on, Chad! It's my turn," Trunk said impatiently. The sight of his friend's lips pressed into that funky maw had his prick oozing pre-come In great blobs. He rubbed his cheek against Wanda's buttock, then sat up and put his face at the top of her asscrack. "Oh, wow ... " he muttered as he ran the tip of his tongue down the sweaty valley. Asscheeks brushed his lips as he neared the spot Chad was drooling over. The smell hit him, and he groaned. His tongue tracing down the crack, over the floral adornment of her asshole.
Extreme close-up of Trank's mouth and the tip of his tongue sliding down into the flexing pore. It twisted and turned, shining greasily, then slipped right up her ass.
The camera zoomed back a little bit to show Chad's upper lip maybe half an inch away from Trank's plunging tongue. All that separated them on the outside of her body was a narrow band of slippery skin. On the inside there was only a thin membrane.
"God!" Chad wheezed, pulling back. "I can feel your tongue against mine ... right through her ass!" He mashed his face onto her pussy with gusto.
Lon wrung the last flicker of orgasm from his cock. Even under the bronze tan, his cheeks were visibly reddened from sex heat.
"My turn!" Tucker announced, jumping from the bed and dragging Lon out of Wanda's mouth.
Close-up shot of Wanda's face as the cock popped out. She rolled her eyes, and the little animal tongue flicked out to catch the come trickling down her chin. Red tongue could not reach it all. With a fingertip, she pushed the excess up her chin and into her pouty, moist mouth. She sucked at her finger, and then Tucker had his hard dick waving under her nose.
Wanda grabbed him by the nuts and hauled his cock into her mouth.
"WOW!" he exclaimed as the slick heat enveloped his dick.
She used his balls as a hand grip, to guide the thick shaft in and out of her throat. Twisting her mouth frantically, she gobbled his dick, ever eager for the next throat-splitting thrust.
Tucker closed his eyes and his hips flipped rhythmically.
"I can't stand it!" Chad exclaimed, groaning into Wanda's cunt. "I got to get my dick in there!"
Wanda whimpered through her nose as she felt the boy fumbling with his dickhead at her hole.
"Ooh-wee!" he said as his cock slipped into her The view was from the side. It was astounding. He was shoving such a long red dick to her ... it seemed impossible that her sweet sopping pussy could take it all in.
"How does it feel?" Trank rasped, raising his mouth from her butt. He looked down at the slick shaft plunging into her depths, at the juice gushing over it, at the fringe of black pubes that clung to it on the back thrusts.
"So HOT!" Chad grunted. He held her by the hips and rammed his groin into her soft ass. "OH! OH, GOD!" he wailed.
His butt flipped crazily as he shot his wad into her.
Cut to view from behind, extreme close-up of his balls, shiny with juice and sperm, bashing into her stiff clit. The bumpy sack shrank, tumescent balls shifted, rose, tightened up against his groin.
Even as he spurted into her, Tucker began to come in her mouth. His heavy brows knitted, protruding front teeth bit into his lower lip, eyes bugged out.
At the taste of hot come squirting in her mouth, and the feel of a similar geyser in her pussy, Wanda began to keen and whine through her nose.
"God! Listen to her!" Lon said, kneeling on the bed and milking her dangling tits with both hands.
Her butt started to flip back into Chad's dickstabs. Neat little ass bobbing, swollen red lips dove down over his cock.
But Chad was obviously through for the moment. Trank, seeing his chance to move in, pushed the moaning boy out of her pussy. His face was beet red under the freckles. He grabbed the end of his dick, right under the head, and prodded her open pussy with it, slipping it over the hot, slick folds.
"FAN-TAS-TIC!" he said, pushing huge pudcap into the round, flexing orifice.
Cut to Wanda's face as Tucker's cockhead leaves her reddened lips. Extreme close-up of sperm streamer trailing from the glistening slot to her lower lip. Then the camera zoomed back. Her face filled the screen at the exact moment when Trank shoved the wide cockhead into her.
"UHHHHH!" she groaned, her mouth dropped open, eyes rolled up in their sockets, face contorted with pleasure-pain.
I could see every filling in her mouth.
Cut to Trank's face as he slipped his cock into her buttered bun. He did it effortlessly, and when he drew back, his baby-pink dick was coated with drool. "I LOVE IT!" he bellowed, his muscular butt began flipping.
"Ooh! Ahhh!" Wanda sighed as the thick prick slogged up her box. A front shot of her and Trank showed: her swinging her head back and forth and licking her lips round and round with slobbery tongue; him leaning way over her back, but keeping his eyes glued to the hot slot he was reaming, to the way the lips moved in and out with the thrusts of his cock.
Chad climbed in front of Wanda's face, stuck his fingers in her mouth. She sucked on them hungrily and he panted as he watched her.
The flexing pore of her asshole, moist and pink, was too much of a temptation for Trank to stand for long. The boy pulled his cock from her muff and shoved the slimy head into her asshole.
"OH! NO! Nooooo," she protested.
Chad put a foot on the bed and lifted his softening cock. He pressed his bag, dripping with spent stuff, into her mouth.
Trank's face twisted up as her asshole tightened, closed, refused him entrance. He bucked his butt once.
"OWW!" Wanda yelped.
Twice ...
"OOOOH!" Wanda crooned as the hot meat rasped past her asshole and slid deep into her bowels. She began licking and sucking at the pink bag hanging in front of her face.
"That's it," Chad said, trying to encourage her, "Oh, bite it harder."
Trank's cock flew in and out of her butt at blinding speed, and his face grew redder and redder and redder as the convulsing sphincter palpitated up and down his cock.
"Trank's cornholing her!" Lon said to Chad, who was beyond caring.
The boy gurgled as Wanda took both his nuts in her mouth and gave them hot, humming suck. She popped them in and out, letting the slobber cool for a split second, then plunging them back in.
Wanda's ass gripped Trank's cock with such force that the boy began to whimper and his dick grew as red as his face from the friction.
She let Chad's balls slip from her mouth and tickled the band of skin behind the sack, the sensitive skin between sack and butthole, with her tongue.
"JEEES!" Chad hissed, "She wants to ... Oh, WOW!"
Her tongue rasped up between his buttocks and over the tight asshole. Instantly, his cock flipped up, stone-hard. He twisted around, and spreading his asscheeks, backed into corkscrewing tongue. Her face was buried in buttocks. She slipped the pointed tip of her tongue up his pore and worked him lovingly. Every time she thrust into him, his cock would flip up convulsively and he'd groan.
The sounds in the room were getting louder and louder. Grunts and moans and sloppy sex sounds. Then Trank whinnied as his orgasm began.
He pulled his dick almost all the way out of her close-up of her red butthole sucking at the head of his dick. He held his cock that way, despite her ass-flipping. He let the spasming pore draw the orgasm from him, suck it from his balls.
"UNH-GAH!" Wanda snorted into Chad's ass as the hot stuff raced into her bowels.
Then the time sense of the film seemed to disintegrate. It became a montage of nearly subliminal cuts: of red mouth sucking at two dicks at once ... of dicks plunging into all her orifices ... of the boys' mouths swarming over her tits ... the inside of her thighs ... her mound and butt ... of balls being lowered into her open mouth ... of a pair of dicks flying up her cunt and ass at the same time ... of cocks spurting ... and spurting ... and spurting ... spurting between her tits up over slim white throat ... cocks yanked from her butthole spurting over her round asscheeks and smooth crack ... cocks jerked from her pussy to be held spurting ... always spurting white strands into her black bush, onto her wet mound, over thighs and belly, pooling in her belly button, between her breasts, in the dimples at the small of her back ...
And the sound track dissolved, too ... into long racking sex sobs, that built in volume and tempo and urgent, all consuming need.
"COME, YOU BITCH!" I yelled at the flickering images.
Then the crazy montage stopped. Wanda lay on the bed with the four boys. She was inhaling Chad's limp penis, trying to work it up for another go-around, and stuffing Trank's equally flaccid organ into her sloppy box. "Mmmmm," she sucked on Chad's cock, getting its entire, folded-up length in her mouth and then drawing the lifeless joint out from the damp pubes, sliding her lips up and down it.
The shaft of Trank's cock buckled in the middle and refused to slip into the round pink hole.
The camera cut to Chad's face ... his exhausted countenance covered the wall. Then a quick cut to Wanda ... lips diving, eyes burning freely.
In a blink the picture vanished, leaving in its place a harsh square of white light. The show was over.
Chapter 8
I didn't run the film again. Okay, so I wasn't a man of steel after all. Once was plenty for me. It brought back all the painful memories I could handle.
Before I saw the film, those memories seemed so old ... like the hurts had happened years and years ago ... It was the orgies that made it seem that way. They hid the bruises, eased the pain, brought me back to the world of the living.
After the film, reality closed in: it'd been less than three months since Wanda and I'd split up. And the hurts were still tender, still healing. My confidence ebbed, and I was impatient for the next orgy.
101 State Street was a great steel and glass rectangle rising from the crumbling red brick of downtown Lincoln. Urban renewal with a capital "U." The building stood twenty stories tall. Its windows were a dark amber glass, and the steel was anodized black. Very posh inside it was, with doorman and elevator captain.
I told the elevator man what floor I wanted and was stepping out onto the deep pile carpet of the hallway in seconds. The carpet was a mixture of red and black fibers. The walls were lined with amber glass on one side and chrome and walnut on the other.
In front of Suite 3404 sat a uniformed man at a small desk. He didn't have to ask for my card. I already had it out for him. He smiled and opened the door for me.
The butler greeted me. "Lovely night, isn't it, sir?"
I told him it was a bit warm for my taste, but that the fireworks I'd seen from the highway were very impressive.
"Nothing, I trust," he said, "compared to the fireworks in store for you this evening, sir."
At the time I thought it a bit strange that he was so talkative, but I said nothing.
"If you will follow me, sir ... " he said, opening the foyer door.
I walked into a large, empty room. White walls, green and yellow carpet. Very oppressive feeling. Something to do with the huge horizontal space, no doubt.
"Through here, sir ... " he said, reaching for the knob of the single door leading from the big room.
The adjoining room was narrow and dark. A curtain ran the length of one wall. The butler didn't open the door at the far end, but gestured for me to sit in the room's single chair.
"Feel free to open the curtains, if you so desire, sir," he said, bowing, retreating through the door we'd entered.
As soon as the door clicked behind him, I struggled out of my clothes. When I peeled off my boxer shorts, my cock flipped out hard and ready. I was anticipating another scintillating evening.
I sat in the chair and waited for a minute or two, expecting a half-dozen nubile young girls to scamper in and lavish their affection on my stiff dick. But nothing happened. I got antsy.
I searched for and found the cord that controlled the drapes. I yanked. The room was flooded with bright light. The entire wall behind the curtains was made of one-way mirror, and I could see everything and everyone in the next room.
Everyone. My stomach dropped back down to the first floor. Wanda was there. Wanda. Along with all the other orgy regulars: Bowanga, Merton, the Culpeppers, Leroy and Regina, Lucasta, etc., etc. Everybody was naked, as usual, and there were some new members to the club, but I couldn't look at them, couldn't enjoy their nakedness. All I could see was Wanda.
She pranced around provocatively; her round ass and black bush drew male and female gazes alike. And those Wanda couldn't captivate with rotating buttocks, with tender pink slit, she'd brazenly sidle up to. Her delicate hands would lift stiffening cocks, tugging, teasing bristly balls by bouncing them in the hot palm of her hand. Her fingertips would pinch rosebud nipples, sneak down into brown pubic bushes to flick a hard pink clit.
Oh, she thought herself a real terror, all right. And the ones who ignored her! The ones whose dicks remained limp, whose pussies refused to give up slick lubricant, they got the worst of it. Wanda curled her lips back in the familiar snarl. Her mouth moved. And even though I couldn't hear what she was saying through the glass, I could pretty well guess. And I could lip-read, having been the victim of her viciousness ... her entire repertoire of insults ... time and time before. I was very ashamed to have put her name on the list, to have exposed my comrades to her attacks. They seemed to bear up to it amazingly well ... smiling amicably or remaining impassive throughout her tirade. A tactic which of course only infuriated her further.
About this time I discovered the intercom system. It was built into the wall behind me ... a speaker with metal grate painted the same dark gray as the wall and a black on-off toggle switch beneath it. I turned the speaker on.
Wanda was assaulting Bowanga. "Don't you like white women?" she asked.
I turned to watch them. She had picked up the tip of his long cock and was working the ball of her thumb back and forth over his nerve bundle. He grinned down at her.
"Why shouldn't I?" he said.
She brushed her stiff bush against his brown thigh. "You should. You should. All you big black men like white pussy ... " Her tongue, red and wet, flipped out from between her lips. She pointed it up at her nose and bit into it, showing him her teeth. Her thumb twiddled the soft dickhead faster. The soft dick stayed that way. She stopped fooling around with him, dropped his dick in disgust.
" ... So what's wrong with you?" she demanded. "Are you a big black faggot? Do you have to have a cock up your ass before you can spring a boner?"
Bowanga grinned even wider, showing her pearly whites. His eyes darted about the room for a second, boxing the corners, making quick eye contact with all those watching. Then he reached out and grabbed her.
"Oooh! Hey, wait ... " she protested.
But his black hands were all over her. He mauled her firm tits, squeezing, mashing them up against her chest. He groped her pussy in one big palm. Her mound was completely hidden by black hand. He rubbed up and down spiritedly, and the room was suddenly so quiet that I could hear the crisp, crackling sound of her pubes rasping against one another.
"Like most men of my race," he hissed, "I go crazy whenever I see a white pussy. But you like that, don't you?"
He didn't wait for an answer. His middle finger disappeared between her puffy cunt lips and a shiny drool ran over the knuckle.
"Ooooh, yes!" Wanda cried, rolling her hips around on his finger. "You black bastards can fuck up a storm. Oooh, you can fuck me anytime, anywhere ... "
She took hold of his dick in both hands, and trapping it between her palms, began to roll it quickly between them. The loose skin of his dicksheath slipped back and forth over his cockbone and in seconds she had him rock-hard. "Come on and fuck me now," she said.
Bowanga, his nostrils flared, and beads of sweat forming on his forehead, took his finger from her slick depths. He scooped her up in his .arms and shoved his face down onto her tits. She squealed in delight.
When he lifted his lips from her stiff nipples, his eyes were suddenly cold. "Tonight is your night, Wanda," he said. Then the lust overcame him, and he thrust his tongue down her greedy throat.
The others, unseen by the tongue-sucking couple, wheeled in a large circular bed. It had a canopy on top ... complete with ruffled cover. They moved the bed almost right next to the mirror wall so I could see everything up close.
Bowanga carried Wanda to the edge of the bed and set her down. Instantly, she was writhing and twisting her lower body, opening her thighs to show him her black bush, hot folds, smooth buttocks, sleek flesh. She ran her hands up over her tits, over the drool he'd left on her nipples, gathering up the firm mounds and squeezing them hard, so they flattened out on her chest like two lovely pale moons.
As Bowanga knelt on the bed, the others gathered around. Both males and females were masturbating. Hands pumped over stiff cocks, fingers delved into moist snatches. Some couples were masturbating each other, too. Feminine fingers flew up and down purplish cockshafts lightly, like butterfly wings ... fanning, tickling ... and male digits pumping into the soft resilience of wet folds, spreading moisture over crisp pubes, over swelling lips.
Wanda scooted her ass forward, impatient to have Bowanga's dick battering into her. She held her legs wide apart at the knees and flipped her ass up from the bed. Beneath the black beard, her pink drapes rolled against each other, lips of cunt sliding luxuriously together ... at first squeaky and thrilling, then suddenly slick and wet. The hair-rimmed gash mumbled to Bowanga, muttered to him in the language of fuck-need.
Around the bed, the others began to speak, as well. Through the intercom it came across as a jumble of phrases. I could not tell who was saying what.
"Look at that hairy pussy! God, she's juicing all over herself!" said a male voice.
"She's got such smooth thighs," said a woman, "I'd like to have them wrapped around my ears."
"Lovely little butt on her ... "
"I bet it's tight in there ... "
"All she needs is a good, hard screw ... "
"Come on, Bowanga, slip it to her. Let's see that bad black cock goin' in her pussy ... "
"Oooh, she could eat my pussy, I tell you ... I just love her lips ... "
"Can you smell it?"
"Not so fast, baby, you can't come already ... "
They leaned in on the bed, cocks bobbing, tits swaying, cunts slippery-wet. They murmured encouragement, compliments, fuck-talk, and Wanda ate it all up. She loved it! Her eyes absolutely sparkled. She thrashed on the bed almost convulsively as Bowanga pointed his fat dickhead at her cunt.
At the blazing touch of his velvet cap, she looked right at me! For a second I froze. That look! That longing! But it wasn't for me. She was watching in the mirror as the black man pushed his dick into her pussy, watching herself in the reflection, watching the lovely, pale woman receive brown cock between moist pink lips.
"He's doing it!"
"She's going to love him afterwards."
"The smell!"
"I'm getting so hot! So hot!"
Wanda grimaced as the cock slipped up her tube. Bowanga hadn't bothered to lubricate himself.
"Jesus! He turnin' her inside out!"
Then he backed out a bit to let the juice rush over his cock. "I'm going to get all your pussy, woman," he said.
"Oooh, do it! DO IT TO ME!" she crooned, raising her ass from the bed and grinding the dickhead around in her cunt.
Bowanga flipped his ass and the brown cock shot into her.
"Uuuhhh!" Wanda grunted as the wider base of his dick split her pussy open even further. The round hole twitched about the root of his cock and when he drew back for the next thrust, the pink love mouth sucked at his kinky pubes, his greasy shaft, pouting, puckering, holding him, then letting him go. As the cock slipped back, a wave of clear lubricant rushed over it.
"Oooooh, you big black nigger," Wanda muttered through clenched teeth. "Come on and fuck roe."
She tossed her ass at his dick, making her pussy slip up and down the shaft in quick, erratic jerks.
"GOD, I'd love to have that wrapped around MY cock ... "
"Her muff is swelling ... "
"Gettin' ready for a fine fuck ... "
Bowanga held himself on his hands above her. The only point of contact between them was the sex flesh, the bare pubis, hot mound and stabbing cock. I could see it all. See the great long cock slide effortlessly into her pussy. See her hips rush up from the bed to meet every lunge, to hurry the moment when she had all of him inside her.
The faces of the others pressed in around the humping couple. Their whispers grew more clipped, urgent.
"Oooh! FUCK her!"
"GOD!"
"Feel my dick ... "
"Whata funky li'l bush ... "
A torrent of murmurs:
"She's ready for it now ... "
"Oooooh!"
"Get that tongue up my pussy ... "
"So tasty ... "
"My balls ... so TIGHT"
"Look at her hips ... round ass jiggling ... "
"Gushing ... hot ... "
"And stinky, too. Foxy mama ... "
"I got to ... "
"OH!"
"Slide it!"
"COME ON!"
Wanda's face flushed from the rain of dick-thrusts and the compliments and adoration of the crowd. They were building up to a sex boil, turbid, bubbling froth of mushroom soup and hot, steaming compost.
Bowanga's arms collapsed, and he fell down onto her silky body.
"Ahhhh! Ohhh! You're fucking me now, you black bastard!" she moaned, throwing her thighs around the small of his back, digging her heels into his pumping butt, rubbing her entire sloppy cunt into his groin, into his woolly bush.
"So fuzzy! God! I love those kinky hairs on my pussy! And your cock ... Ooh! Ooh!" She rubbed her pussy against him brazenly, hungrily, whimpering in time to the steady slap.,. slap ... slap of his balls against her asshole.
From where I stood I could see the brown cock diving between her swollen pussy lips. Time after time it drew back until the fat head was just visible in the grip of the round hole, then punched back ... deep into the moist slot, so deep that bristling balls dragged over her asscheeks, dipped into the pooling dribbles of cunt slobber.
The others took up a soft, moaning chant that fell into the rhythm of his fucking. An unintelligible groan at first, without syllables, it grew in volume and clarity.
And Bowanga lifted himself up again. He drew back his slimy cock and gave the writhing woman one long, slow, tip-to-root screw. Her pussy jibbered and farted about the shaft.
Wanda's eyes popped open. They were full of surprise, then anger. "What the ... " she began, but stopped when she saw the circle around the bed.
All the people stood facing her, ringing her, chanting the two-syllable phrase. Dozens of stiff pricks pointed at her, gently up-curving shaft, uptight sacks with balls begging for her tender touch. And the women, too, had dicks! They had strapped on dildoes, great, hulking monstrous cocks, of pink and black and vinyl and polypropylene, with pubic bushes of soft, curly hairs, of stiff bristle, of tight steel wool, with pendulous scrotums, hollow ... containing heavy balls full of viscous liquid.
"SHE'S OURS!" they said.
And Merton knelt down between her thighs. She closed her eyes as he pushed his mammoth dick into her fuck-ready-box. Her lips curled back in fuck sneer as the pole slid between her swollen lips and up into her murky depths.
One tip-to-root thrust he gave her, groaning the chant into her face, holding himself up on his hands. Then he pulled his dick all the way out. It glistened with slick stuff and a bubble of pearly pre-come appeared in the slot under the head.
"SHE'S OURS!"
The circle, like a great gear, a cog in some protoplasmic timepiece, moved one space and stopped. Lucasta climbed on the bed, a lewdly erect black plastic dick bobbed between her thighs.
"Ooooh," Wanda sighed as the black girl first squeezed her titties hard, mashing them into her chest, then ground her palm into the hot, dripping mound between her thighs.
"You going to love my dick," Lucasta crooned, fitting bulb to her quivering cunt.
I could see Lucasta from behind. See her sweet brown asscheeks, the dildo harness cutting across them, the wonderfully fat and fuzzy mound of her sex just beneath the dildo's balls. How incongruous it seemed. The oh, so feminine pussy and the stiff arching cock. How crazy and utterly compelling.
Her buttocks flipped, and the plastic cock lanced up into Wanda's folds. Lucasta didn't stop thrusting until she had all "her dick" buried in muff. Then she rotated her ass slowly, grinding the thing into Wanda's cunt.
"OH! GOD!" Wanda yelped, throwing her thighs around the black girl's waist, trying to hump the dildo, squeeze and suck brown titty at the same time.
But Lucasta withdrew the dripping, pole and stepped to the floor.
The circle moved again.
Walter Simmons shoved his short, but extremely thick dick to her. He sucked air in through his teeth at the feel of hot lips around his pud.
And she hissed out, as the searing probe stretched her box. She groped under her slippery asscheeks and took hold of his hairy balls, milking them, trying to hold his wide dick inside her.
But he, too, backed out. His cock arched up, aiming at his chin, and it was wet and shiny, and the look in his eyes told how close he had come to squirting inside her.
The gear rotated another click, and bedsprings complained as Jake Rumsey clambered between her open thighs to nuzzle his dickhead into her sloppy pussy. He corkscrewed his way into her, wringing from her lips coo after coo of pleasure until his black pubes rasped against her cunt lips.
Another click. Christina Culpepper knelt on the bed. First lowering her moon-face into parted thighs, nostrils flaring, catching the heady scent of pussy in heat. Her nose was inches from the angry gash, her tongue passed over her lips. The round hole, after being penetrated by so many different cocks, was clearly visible between the hot drapes. It flexed, opened, closed, sucked on empty air.
Christina lowered her head. She traced the outer lips, puffy, slick and parted with the tip of her tongue.
Wanda cried out as the red-hot tip slowly circled her pouty fuckmouth, dragged over the bristly black pubes that were glued to her skin by her own juice.
Christina resisted the temptation to drive her tongue into the hot pore. She traced tighter and tighter circles around it, lashing over pisser and clit, and finally around the very verge of her opening itself. It must have been maddening for her. It obviously was for Wanda, whose knees flapped about, whose thighs trembled, who bit the back of her hand to keep from screaming out her love.
Then Christina drew herself up and put the sobbing woman's knees on her shoulders. She held her there for a second, letting Wanda experience the totality of her helplessness. With a sure hand, she stuffed a long pink plastic cock in the hole she had titillated; with three flips of her ass she drove cock balls deep in Wanda's cunt.
Wanda breathed in little fast gulps as Christina slid the cock back out.
"JESUS!" she bellowed as the circle turned again and the crowd chanted and chanted.
"SHE'S OURS!" they shouted, and the endless repetitions were a numbing, clubbing, physical thing.
"ALL RIGHT!" she wailed, her eyes full of what seemed to be surrender. "ALL RIGHT!"
But they weren't ready for her to give up. Not yet.
Bowanga, as the circle inched around, as dick after dick slipped up her pussy only once, only one fleeting, teasing stab of joy, came up above her head. As Carol Buntz fed her pussy eight inches of warty vinyl cock, Bowanga straddled her head.
Wanda looked up, eyes full of seething lust, in time to see a pair of heavy black balls being lowered onto her face. As the plastic cock withdrew, she sucked the hairy orbs into her mouth, swishing them around, feeling kinky pubes on her tongue, on the inside of her cheeks.
Bowanga's upper lip drew back. He dragged his asshole down over her nose, grinding the tip of her nose into it.
She released his balls and thrust up with her tongue.
Bowanga's ass mashed down on her mouth, and the tip of her tongue speared his butthole. But he only gave her an instant of pleasure. He took his pore from her, raising up, taking dick in hand and rubbing it over her waggling tongue. Then he was gone.
Leroy shouted, "SHE'S OURS!" in time with the others. He crammed his wizened prick into her open muff.
She whimpered as the cruelly bent dick with its severe cant to the right shot up her cunt.
Leroy held her slimy buttocks in his hands as he shoved darkened meat into her box. He watched in fascination as the pouty fuckmouth sucked at the base of his dick as if trying to swallow dick, balls, hairs, everything.
"SHE'S OURS!"
Lucasta dropped her brown buns onto Wanda's face. The black cock she held in her fist, as if jerking it off, as she slid her pudgy pussy lips over Wanda's nose and mouth.
Wanda's groan, as the scent and the sweet, slick feel hither, was muffled by the weight of Lucasta's buttocks. The black girl rocked her ass up and down, spreading her funky juice over Wanda's face, urging her to penetrate cunt and butt with her tongue.
Wanda's hands leapt up to fondle the firm asscheeks as her pointed tongue darted in and out of Lucasta's box.
"Thas the way," Lucasta said, beating off her imitation cock and farting.
"SHE'S OURS!"
How many times did the circle revolve? How many times did the same hard cock slide into her pussy? How many tip-to-root thrusts flew up her? How many flexing buttholes lowered themselves to her mouth? How many cunts? How many cocks were thrust into her open mouth to pulse, to throb, to dribble salty goop onto her tongue? How many times did she cry out for mercy? For one cock, real or plastic, to give her another fuck? How many times did she beg for just one more thrust from the same instrument? How many times was she denied?
"SHE'S OURS!"
I can answer none of it. For me, the time went to maple syrup, thick and gooey, stretching, shrinking in increments of chanting, of groaning, of suck sounds, of fuck sounds.
Round and round it goes' and where it stops nobody knows.
I stood there mesmerized by the scene in front of me. By the cocks and cocks and cocks sliding into the one, reddened and dripping pussy. Wanda's pussy. Wanda, who rolled and tossed under the stiff onslaught of dick and the funky pressure of butt and cunt. And I was vaguely aware of a tightness between my legs, a numbing, throbbing pain.
"SHE'S OURS!"
The chant had picked up tempo. I was sure of it. Slowly the shouting of the single phrase became non-stop.
"SHE'SOURS!SHE'SOURS!SHE'SOURS!"
And the circle spun faster and faster. They threw themselves between her spread thighs for a single, lightning quick thrust. The bed creaked constantly. The shifting figures, flipping butts, cocks, cunts, brown and white, all melted into a pool of boiling mocha. I couldn't discern who was up and who was down.
"SHE'SOURS!SHE'SOURS!SHE'SOURS!"
Wanda was buried alive in turbid sex flesh, smothered in tumescent dick and pussy. And the pain in my groin was a tight band of steel enclosing my entire straining cock.
Then the chanting stopped. The silence was nerve-racking. Bowanga was back at Wanda's cunt, kneeling on the bed. Then she began sputtering and moaning nonsense, her hair damp with sweat and juice, face roughened by all the balls, all the hairy cunts, twitching assholes, her cunt a spasming maw, drenched with her own cunt slobber.
The black man waved his arm. Hands reached up to the canopy, tugged at the cover. And it came Wanda looked up. Her hand leapt to her mouth: her eyes blazed. Under the cover was a huge circular mirror. Wanda feasted her eyes on herself. Her mouth opened and red tongue flipped out, glistening. She made an "o" with her lips, a silent "ooooh" to her reflection.
Then Bowanga pushed her knees apart.
She watched the mirror.
The fuck-mumblings of the crowd began again. They told Wanda how perfect she was, how sexy, desirable, worthy of the sperm of a thousand men. Wanda's cheeks burned; her chest heaved.
The black cock stood out over her sopping mound. So manly, so hard.
She cooed to it in the mirror, twisting her hips around, watching, watching.
Bowanga's hand dropped to his cock. Once! Twice! The fist pumped straining dickmeat.
"AHHHHH!" the crowd groaned as white stuff spurted out of his dickhead, as it splattered over her angry mound.
"Ooooh," she whimpered to black cock's reflection as sizzling fluid reflected, hit reflection, and ran in milky rivulets over her reflected thighs.
The circle moved once again. Merton whipped his cock, and a gout of sticky jism flopped onto her, spreading in a hot puddle on her stomach.
The circle moved. Lucasta knelt, squeezed dildo's black balls and spray after spray of egg flesh fell onto Wanda's thighs.
Again it moved. And again. And again. Spurting cocks hosed her, hosed her off, and hosed her again. She was awash in sperm, babbling as she ran her hands through the sticky stuff, spreading it over her tits, and watching.
I had to close my eyes. I felt dizzy and weak at the knees. Never had I seen her so aroused. Her cunt sucked and quivered in long, racking spasms, pre-orgasmic spasms, the sweet tremblings she had never felt before. I hated her-but I wanted her. A burning thing nudged my breastbone. Automatically, I brushed it away. It bounced back, slapping against my skin moistly. It was my cock. Only not as I had ever seen it before. So big! So hard! The sheath was stretched to the splitting point around it. That had been the steel band I had felt. The great bulb, bright red and drizzling pre-come, nuzzled against me.
Then a crackling sound came over the intercom. It was followed by a man's panting voice; "Heinie, come on ... it's time."
I swallowed hard. Had it all been done for me and me alone? Was it "time" to shed the fears, to finally, completely conquer them? The answer reverberated in my skull: "YES!"
I opened the door and stepped into the orgy room. Not to save our "marriage" ... that was gone forever, A thing that never should have been ... I did it to save myself.
The crowd "oohed" and "ahhed" when they saw the size of my erection, but to me they were shadows cast on the walls. There was only one living creature in the room and she tossed and shifted on the bed.
I shall never forget the look in your eyes, Wanda, when I knelt on the bed. Longing, hate, greed, tenderness, all-encompassing need flickered there, as you hung so near the brink of oblivion.
When I put my cock to your pussy, you cursed me. When I rammed my way into your depths, you moaned and hissed my name. You watched in the mirror as we danced the duet, as we slid together and parted, the great arch of my cock spitting you again and again.
You were so hot, Wanda, and so tight and giving of your pussy that while we fucked I thought I loved you. The fever rippled over my face, singeing my cheeks, my eyes. I said "I love you," and you cried out. All I could hear was your heart hammering, your breath rasping, your cunt sucking at my cock.
So wet! Such slick, powerful suction! And then, your eyes opened very wide. You looked at yourself in the mirror and the look you gave yourself was one of amazement. It was happening! It was really happening! The sound that came from your throat was music. And your pussy held my plunging cock suddenly still.
The waves that rippled up your stomach! Undulation after magnificent undulation! Milking me! Drawing the orgasm from my swollen balls.
I came then, and it was a dam bursting. I filled you with my seed, and you came some more, and then I could move my dick a little, but it was so tight I could hear your cunt lips squeak on my cock.
When my orgasm subsided, I felt an incredible wave of relief. It was done! It was over! Most of the time I still feel that way.
"Wanda, I know you probably don't believe me, but no one ever intended for something bad to happen to you at the orgy. You've heard It all from Dr. Langouste. He says your condition is a "self-inflicted" one, that it's some kind of punishment you're giving yourself for finally coming. He says he's sure it's all only temporary, that you'll be out of the hospital very soon.
"I know you hate my guts, Wanda, now more than ever. That in all likelihood you'll always hate me. But I can't hate you back ... not ALL the time, at least. Mostly I feel sorry for you. You've cheated yourself out of so much.
"It must be really awful being cooped up in your room every day. If you'd like, I could take you for a drive some Sunday afternoon. I got rid of the station wagon, did I tell you? I got a new car. You can't miss it. It's long and low and bright yellow."
