Sally was some cunt. She bounced and squirmed her hips. Her cuntal sheath gripped and tugged at his pummeling cock. He sucked her nipples, the left one, then the right one, while he bounced and drove his tingling cock in and out of her hot, honeyed depths ...
It was hard to believe, that hours before, she was a virgin -- boy, he thought, some broads sure learn quick ...
Chapter One
At first I thought I was experiencing the ultimate in wet dreams. Like every woman, I had experienced my share of those hot, erotic wet dream numerous times in my life. And, although each time I experienced one, it never failed to leave my cunt well saturated and gave me a feeling of satisfaction for the moment, I had never experienced one like I was experiencing now.
This dream was totally different.
A unique experience of its own.
This was the first time I was actually being thrilled with passionate, scintillating feelings. It was the first wet dream I'd ever experienced that had me responding with delirious pants and sighs. Even in my sleep I could hear my voice:
"Gawd, baby, it's good ... shit ... you've got a sweet piece of meat on you, baby!"
And it was the first time my dream responded back. I could clearly hear his emotion-filled, raspy voice groan:
"You've got a tight pussy, Sally! I love a girl with a tight, hot pussy."
"Are you going to make me cum, baby?" I wailed.
He chuckled sensuously. "Sally, I'm going to make your pussy cum like a river. Just give me a chance."
"You've got it, baby! And you've got my pussy ... do anything you want with it, just make me feel good. I want to feel good ... damn good!"
Suddenly it occurred to me when I tried to move that there was weight on top of me. Heavy, bulky, sweaty weight that had me pinned down. I couldn't move! I realized then I wasn't experiencing a dream at all! All those exciting, erotic feelings were really happening to me.
I was being fucked!!!
I opened my eyes and there it was ... a round, swirling, humping ass between my thighs pistoning inch after inch of hard dick up my cunt,
"Oh, shit," I cried out, you're fucking my pussy!"
"Does it feel good, Sally," he panted seeming to drive his fat cock in and out my pussy with more vigor and deeper, well controlled strokes. "Don't it make you feel good?"
"Oh, hell, yes!!!" I cried out in an emotional frenzy. "You know you're making me feel good. SHIT!!!"
Yes, he was making me feel super good. I felt an electrifying tingle that literally ignited my body with sensuous joy every time his fat, meaty cock spread the lips of my tight vagina, literally reshaping my bone structure every time it gorged viciously through my love canal.
He was big and long. So big I felt stuffed. So long that he touched my depth of delight with his very first plunge. Yet, I didn't feel his nut sack banging against the cheeks of my ass. That told me he didn't have it all the way in.
"Awww ... shit," I heard myself moan. "I feel so damn good. You make me feel so damn good."
"You've got a sweet pussy, Sally," he panted incoherently. "It's tight, sweet and hot as the fires of hell."
"S-h-i-t, that cock of yours feel like a boulder inside me. A fat, hot, juicy boulder!"
"Raise your ass up off the bed. I want to make your sweet pussy snap on the head of my dick like a snappin' turtle."
"I can't raise up," I cried deliriously. "You've got that cock of yours pushed so far up in me, I can hardly move."
He chuckled sensuously.
"Don't worry about it, baby, I know how to make that ass of yours move."
I wanted to say something, but he had his thick dick pushed so deep up in my gut, I felt choked. He slid his hot hands under my buns, raising my ass up off the bed and began pistoning his monster cock in and out of my love tunnel with hard, banging strokes. Sensuous, passionate strokes that left me gasping.
My humping ass quickly picked up the rhythm and I was beginning to catch his stiff dick in mid air, riding it down to the bed with insatiable vigor. This was what he meant when he said he wanted my pussy snapping on the head of his dick like a snapping turtle.
And what he meant when he said he knew how he could make me move! The way he was pushing that hot, sensitive head to the depth of my cunt, it was impossible for me to lie still. He wasn't just a good fuck, he was a gawd-damn fucking machine.
"Fuck me, baby, fuck me," I moaned. "Gimme all that sweet dick. I want every inch you've got."
"Take it, baby," his masculine voice gasped, "take every fucking inch of it."
His hot, sensitive head was bouncing off the depth of my tunnel with awesome regularity. Each stroke sending waves of untamed passion rippling through my body.
I slid my hands down his sweaty back, over his round ass and locked my wide spread fingers firmly around the soft cheeks of his ass.
I sensed he enjoyed that the moment I touched his buns. Because his coarse, rapid breathing quickly turned into growling, raspy pants and his humping ass seemed to go wild with passion.
He began working his cock like he was a rigger drilling for oil. Driving his thick cock deeper and deeper inside my slurping cunt like a man possessed.
"Tell me it's good, baby!" his raspy voice demanded. "Tell me I'm making you feel like you want to feel."
"Oh, yes, yes, yes, baby," I wailed. "I feel so gawd-damn good I want to scream!!!"
"Then go ahead, baby, let it out, dammit! Let me know you feel so gawd-damn good."
His hot breath in my ear when he spoke was giving me a unique kind of thrill of its own. A thrill that was igniting my hormones, giving me the sensation of being attacked by a thousand electrical volts. Every shock more scintillating, more thrilling, more sensational and sensuous than the one before.
First there were the moans and groans, and now the room was quickly filling with the slurping and smacking sounds generated by my heavily saturated cunt.
His large, sweaty, electrifying hand then slid up my stomach and caressed my small tit. Just the touch of his hot hand alone was enough to cause my body to squirm and my breathing to turn into short, rapid, incoherent pants.
"Shit, I like that sweet, powerful dick of yours," I gasped. "Fuck your pussy, fuck your pussy ... dammit, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it!"
"I like those small tits of yours," he panted. "I feel like I could suck 'em to death."
"Go ahead, baby! I want to feel your hot lips on my hard nipple."
He smothered my hard nipple with his soft lips, drowning my sensitive nipple in his hot bath of saliva.
"Ooooo, shit, suck my tit ... suck it ... make me cum all over you," I screamed deliriously.
With his one free hand, he gripped my small, soft ass firmly and drove his hard cock plunging to the depths of my fiery jungle. The hot head of his burning prick was like a torch heating my body, scrambling my hormones, causing my body to erupt with sensuous cream.
"Shit, fuck me ... ahhhh, shit, it's good!! You're doing it right, baby ... just fuck your pussy, dammit!"
"Is it good as you want it, Sally?" he panted. "Is this the kind of dick you like?"
"Shit, yes, yes, yes!" I screamed.
"SHIT!!!" I cried out in a trembling shrill. "I'm cumming, dammit ... I'm cumming!!!"
He liked the feel of my hot cum against the sensitive head of his cock. I was certain of that! It seemed to excite him and cause him to bang on my cunt with more vigorous and wilder, deeper, pistoning strokes.
"I could fuck this pussy all night," he moaned. "It's just that fuckin' good."
"I'm in no hurry, baby! You do with my pussy whatever in the hell you want to do to it ... just don't stop fucking me ... don't even think about stopping ... just fuck me like you own this pussy."
"I don't ever want to stop making love to this sweet cunt."
"Then don't, dammit!"
He said something then, but I couldn't hear him. I was too busy screaming: "Oooo, shit, baby! You hit a spot that time that really rocked the hell out of me. SHIT!"
He chuckled.
"Let's see if I can find it again."
The way his hips began swirling, driving his prick deeper and deeper inside my cunt, left little doubt in my mind he was desperately searching to find that right spot again.
"Shit!" I screamed, digging my sharp, pointed fingernails into the flesh of his back. "That's it, dammit!!!"
He found the spot!
And when he did, my body began leaping so high off the bed I was afraid I was going to throw him off me onto the floor. But, I couldn't help myself! I couldn't stop now even if I wanted to, and right then that was definitely the furthest thought from my mind. All I wanted him to do was keep finding that spot and keep feeding my pussy all that dick. Damn, it made me feel good inside.
Stop him?
I'd probably kill the son-of-a-bitch if he even tried to stop.
I was enjoying myself!
He was enjoying himself.
I was hoping it was a feeling that was going to last forever.
Just as the thought crossed my mind, he snatched his cock out of my wet cunt. But, before I had the chance to plead for him to continue, he slid down the bed until his head rested comfortably between my slender thighs. I knew what was coming next.
Oddly enough, this was what I enjoyed even over a good, hard fuck. There was nothing to take the place of a pair of hot lips nibbling on the lips of my vagina and a soft, hot tongue lapping away feverishly on my hard clitoris.
His fat tongue turned out to be as thick as his meaty dick. I felt bloated when his tongue parted the lips of my cunt and slithered its way up my canal ... flickering in and out with the swiftness of an attacking rattle snake. I was erupting now with the regularity of raindrops in a storm.
I locked my legs tightly around the back of his head, pressing my body against his face until the lips of my cunt totally encompassed his nose and mouth.
SHIT!!
GAWD-DAMN!!
Even the feeling that came from his hard, pointed nose pressing against my clitoris was enough to cause me to experience a series of mild explosions of cum.
"Fuck me harder," I screamed, "harder, harder!! I feel an orgasm coming ... I want to cum all over your dick. Fuck me hard!"
He quickly slid up on my stomach, his stiff prick sliding up in my cunt without the use of his hands. It was easier now! No pain, no reshaping of my anatomy. My body was now a well-greased machine.
He didn't hesitate to plunge his cock to the depth of my sensitive wall of delight and held it there. He didn't move! But, he didn't have to. He was giving me a sensation that was literally driving me wild.
I couldn't stop my ass from grinding anymore than I could stop running my hands over his sweaty body, or quiet my shrilled, high-pitched screams.
My orgasm was near.
I could feel it building.
"Gawd, Sally, you're walking around with one good pussy between your legs," he panted.
"Are you enjoying it, baby? I ... I mean really enjoying it?"
"Hell, yes, yes, yes!!!"
"Is it the best pussy you've ever had?"
"I don't know. But I do know it's one of the best all around fucks I've had in a long, damn time. I'm gonna dream about this pussy for days."
"So will I, baby! I love that fat dick of yours. You really know how to make me feel good."
He stopped suddenly and rolled off my body onto the bed.
"Get up on your knees," he said.
"Why?" I cried frightfully.
I was afraid he wanted to stick that sledge hammer of his up my ass. I wasn't into that scene! And even if I were, there was no way I'd ever let anyone stick anything that size up in me. That was definitely a hemorrhoid buster.
"I don't want your ass," he explained seeming to understand my fear.
What a relief, I thought.
"I just want to enter that hot pussy through the back door," he said.
I no sooner propped myself up on my knees when I felt his hot hand grip my breast. It was such an igniting feeling, my knees buckled under me and I almost fell to the bed.
"Just hold on tight, baby," his raspy voice commanded, "and let me do all the work."
That was the understatement of my life! I had to hold onto the bed for dear life. It felt like he was on the other side of the room, racing across the floor at full speed, hitting my cunt with one powerful lick that knocked me into the headboard and had the bed banging against the wall.
Every time he stroked my cunt, it seemed like he pushed my joy wall further and further into my gut until I thought his dick was caught in my chest.
That's where he held it and began grinding. That was what made me go wild.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, shit it's good!!! Bang, bang, bang that pussy," I screamed frantically. "Gawd, that dick of yours is sweet. Fuck me, fuck, fuck me."
His body suddenly became stiff and he began pounding my pussy with hard, unmerciful strokes-separating every bone in my body. Then it came! His burst gism was like hot, molten lava against my sensitive wall. A sensation that caused me to experience a similar eruption of my orgasm that filled my vagina with hot, sticky cum.
"Ooooh!!!" I cried out.
"Awwww, shit," he responded like an echo.
Then our bodies began quivering in harmony, causing the bed to bang the wall like a drummer in a rock band. We were experiencing a sequence of twin, mild explosions that left both of us drained and exhausted.
Now, all either of us could do was fall back on the bed and drift off into a deep sound sleep. A sleep that no doubt would be as hard as the joyous, banging fuck we'd just experienced.
Chapter Two
When I woke up the room was still dark and I was alone. I could hear the music and laughter coming from the other room. That told me the party was still in full swing. Everyone was apparently having a great time.
But for me, the party was over now! I wasn't in the mood for partying or the laughter. My party spirit was gone. Now all I wanted to do was cry.
Everything I had spent my twenty-one years of life preparing myself for were all gone in a single moment of weakness and too many stimulants. All my sacrificing; all those moments of frustration and denial were now all in vain. Everything had been lost there in the bedroom in a matter of minutes.
Most of the women my age that I knew dreamed of making a career for themselves. Or, hoping to meet and marry some rich, big dick stud and live a life of traveling to exotic places, able to fuck whenever the mood hit them.
But those kind of dreams weren't for me. I had only one dream in life and that was to marry as a virgin.
That used to make my friends laugh hearing me say that. Some of them actually went so far as to say I was crazy. For instance, the day I was having lunch with Rachel, one of my co-workers. We were around the same age, but she was a great deal more worldly.
"Honest, Sally," she pouted, "I don't see how you can have such ridiculous thoughts. People hear you talk like that, they're going to think you're crazy."
"What's wrong with me wanting to save my virginity until I get married?" I sulked.
"Money you save, Sally! Pussy you give away! Pussies were created to be fucked, sucked and enjoyed."
"There are other ways of getting enjoyment from your cunt without fucking," I retaliated.
She looked at me and shook her head as though she were thinking: This poor, misguided child!
"Sally," she huffed, "I've been sexually active for the better part of my life. I've had my pussy finger-fucked, sucked, fucked, stuffed with all the modern and antique sex paraphernalia and every size dildo man ever dreamed of making. I've even tried every form of masturbating. And you know what?"
"What?"
"I got a hell of a sexual satisfaction from every one of them. But none of them, and I do mean none of them, took the place of a hard cock stuffed inside my cunt. There just is no substitute for a good fuck."
"What ... what about the man I marry? Don't you think he'll appreciate a virgin piece of ass?"
"Men prefer unused cars, but they like cunts with mileage! Why get a pussy you've got to waste six months teaching all the right moves and techniques, when there's already a pussy available ready to give him thrills and possibly teach him a few new ones."
I stared across the table at her curiously. I respected her opinion a great deal, but this time I couldn't help feeling she was wrong.
"Are you sure about that, Rachel?" I asked. "You really think men prefer experienced pussy over a virgin cunt?"
She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. "My pussy has years of mileage on it and you don't see the guys running from me, do you? I have no problem getting a good fuck anytime I want it."
"But, what if-"
She interrupted. "The point Sally is why pass up a good dick? It doesn't make sense."
Rachel was only one of many friends working in the secretarial pool telling me the same thing. Some even went so far as to tell me holding out until the day I got married just couldn't be done in this day and age. There was no guarantee I'd ever get married anyway, they said.
Yet, I still stuck to my dream. For twenty-one years I had fought off all the frustrations and temptations. I'd be the first to admit it wasn't easy. There had been a lot of cocks I'd seen in my lifetime, I was literally dying to feel gorging my cunt. But, until I came to the party at Geneva's house a few hours earlier, I had successfully resisted all of them.
I had taken more than my share of cold showers in my twenty-one years of life, and I had spent my share of sleepless nights as the result. But, I felt it was worth any sacrifice to fulfill my life's dream to marry as a virgin.
Sometimes the urge to feel a hot dick spreading the lips of my virgin pussy was so great, it left me with a migraine headache. Even my gynecologist told me what I needed was a good, long, hard fuck.
"If you were a teenage Sally I'd definitely recommend that you hold onto your virginity for as long as you can," Dr. Betty Dijohn was saying. "But, you're an adult! You'd be surprised at what can be accomplished by a good fuck."
"Like what?"
She shrugged. "Besides the fuck itself, it releases a lot of tension and anxieties. A good fuck might even stop those migraine headaches you've been having so often."
But, like the advice I received from Rachel and the others, I resisted her advice as well. I was determined to wed a vaginal virgin.
I was forced to make that clarification because although I had never felt the sensations of a hard dick penetrating my pussy, I wasn't a complete dick-virgin.
I had sucked my share of cocks in my twenty-one years; jacked-off my share of dicks, and even had my cunt sucked with regularity. But, I had never been fucked before.
I had arrived at Geneva's party alone and a cunt virgin. But, I made a costly mistake. My mistake was getting high! I allowed myself to get so high, I wandered in the bedroom to lie down to clear my head.
My second mistake was falling asleep. I hadn't meant to fall asleep. I simply wanted to lie still long enough to clear my head and quiet my rising, sensuous emotions. But, I did fall asleep! It was only the joyous pains accompanying that monster cock spreading the lips of my cunt that awakened me.
By then it was too late! Penetration was over and I was already caught up in the rapture that came with that fat, meaty cock sliding in and out my tight love canal.
Yes, it was too late then. I was too caught up in the emotion. So trapped in the emotion of passion, I didn't want that joyous cock to stop sending those rippling waves of passion through my body.
I didn't want his hot hands to stop squeezing the soft cheeks of my ass. I didn't want him to stop blowing his hot, sensuous breath down my neck. That, alone, was enough to disrupt my hormones, send them scrambling, causing them to give me the sensation of experiencing thousands of minor explosions throughout my body.
But I was fully awake now. My head was clear and my thoughts intact. And, instead of my body feeling joy, all I felt was pain and hurt. I felt like I had been robbed!
Dammit, I had been robbed! Robbed of my virginity and my life long dream. And what made matters even worse still, I didn't have the slightest idea who my lover was. His identity was a complete mystery to me.
The room was dark, he was pounding away on my pussy like it was the last day on earth when I woke up and I was trapped in the feeling.
Dammit, I never saw his face!
Dammit, I didn't even think about his face!
All I thought about at that moment was keeping the feeling alive. Enjoying the feeling while it lasted. I allowed myself to slip for only a moment, and in that moment all my years of frustration and denial went up in smoke.
The worst part was, if I was going to lose my virginity, there were so many other studs I would have really enjoyed losing it with.
So many fat, juicy cocks I had passed up along the way. For instance, just a month earlier I had met a sweet prick by the Ceasar Roman.
I was so attracted to him the first time I saw him, I actually felt my pussy snapping. I could almost feel his stiff prick stroking my cunt with unmerciful passion just by looking at him.
He wore a muscular physique like that of an all-pro linebacker. And I'd always carried a special kind of sensuality for them. Unfortunately, he didn't notice me the first time I saw him. I had to go back to that construction site where he worked a second and third time-even then, I had to approach him.
He was slow on the approach, but once I got him started, he didn't need any encouragement at all. We exchanged names and inside of fifteen minutes he was asking me for a date. He called it a date, but from the way his hungry, lustful eyes were surveying my body, I knew what he meant was a fuck.
"I'm not much on the bar scene or the night life scene in general," he said. "But. if you'd like, we could take in a movie."
"That sounds great."
Anything he would've suggested would have been great as far as I was concerned. All I wanted to do was get him somewhere alone and secluded where I could squeeze my lips around that bulky piece of meat pushing his jeans out a good two inches in front of him.
He was toting around a dick the size of my fist and the killing part was, it wasn't even at full erection. As a matter of fact, it wasn't even hard.
"How about if I pick you up around eight o'clock?"
I smiled. As far as I was concerned he could've picked me up right then and there and carried me in back of that huge dirt pile across the yard and sucked my pussy dry right then. My jaws were bloated with heated saliva I wanted to suck on his cock so bad. But, for the moment at least, he was calling all the shots.
"I'll be ready and waiting," I replied.
His eyes traveled up my body from head-to-toe as though he was sizing me up. Maybe, I thought, he was wondering if a woman my size was capable of handling his meaty cock.
I was a small framed woman, standing barely five feet tall. All the bumps were in the right places, but I was a petite one-hundred-five pounds.
I'd always been told my most attractive feature was my pretty face and my shoulder length red hair. But, I had always felt my best feature was my shapely body. True, I was small, but I was told I had a figure right out of a centerfold magazine.
The way he was studying my body with such intensity, I was sure he thought he was too large for me. He stood all of six foot tall or better. He was a large framed man. But there wasn't an ounce of flab on him. It was all in sensuous muscles! I figured he must've weighed close to two hundred pounds.
He was a good looking guy with a full head of blonde, wavy hair and wore a sexy, pencil mustache, but, what I liked about him the most were his deep, blue eyes. They seemed to twinkle in a way that sent a tingle through my body that settled right in the pit of my cunt.
When his eyes focused on my legs and his forehead turned into a mass of puzzled wrinkles, I was certain he had seen something he didn't like.
"Do me a favor tonight, would you?" he said grumbly.
"Sure, anything."
"Don't wear those jeans tonight, huh?"
That was an easy request, I thought. I was already planning to wear something more sheer and seductive anyway. Though I was still a virgin, I didn't believe in wasting a lot of unnecessary time getting acquainted. Once I sucked his cock and felt his lips on my pussy, I knew as much about him as I wanted to know.
"Okay," I said.
He grinned. "Look." he said apologetically, "I'm not trying to say you don't look stunning in those jeans. Believe me, you look good enough to raise the emotions in a dead man. It's ... it's just that I have this hangup."
"What kind of hangup?"
"I'm a natural freak for a pair of sweet looking legs. And I know you must have a delicious looking set on you. I bet they're the kind of legs that makes a man want to run his tongue up and down them all day and night."
Now, I was the one who wore the grin stretched from one side of my face to the other. He had my heart pumping with insatiable vigor.
If he liked pretty legs, I thought, then I had nothing to fear. My legs were small, but very shapely. I had always been proud of my legs. One thing was certain, I'd never known my legs to turn a guy off.
"If all you want to see are legs, then I have a mini skirt you should love."
That brought a hungry, lustful smile to his face. "I can't wait to see you in it," he said dreamily.
The way he came on so fast asking me for a date and selecting my wardrobe. I got the impression he was a fast worker. But, that was putting it mildly! He had his hand on my bare leg five minutes after I climbed in his car.
I liked his selection of the movie as well. A XXX-rated feature that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Just raunchy, hardcore fucking and sucking. The movie alone would have been enough to scramble my hormones and cause my blood to run hot with passion.
But, add that to the stimulation I got from his thick, grinding finger that slid up my skirt, tenderly massaging my cunt from the outside of my panties, and I found myself creaming in sequence with the movie.
I slid my hand across his lap and got a firm hold of his wad. It wasn't totally hard yet-at least it didn't feel like a rock, but it was already stretched to a length longer than my hand.
Now, I was beginning to wonder if he was ever too large for me to suck. One good stroke and that fat cock of his would be halfway down my throat.
It didn't take much rubbing for his wad to become granite hard and stiff as steel. Yet, it was still growing. It was at least a quarter of the way down his thigh. And, he was moaning! That really turned me on.
A man with that kind of passion had to be one hell of a lover, I thought, and that was precisely what I was looking for-someone who could make my cum flow like a river.
We left the movie theatre and went directly to his bachelor flat. I learned something else about him during that ride across town, he was one hell of a driver. He drove all the way across town with one hand on the steering wheel an two stiff, acrobatic fingers from the other hand pressed up against my cunt. I almost got the impression he felt if he didn't keep his hand so close to my pussy, it was going to fly away. But I wasn't complaining, those stiff fingers of his were giving me one helluva thrill.
So much of a thrill, I was dying to reach my hand across the seat and grab hold of his prick, but I was afraid. Not that he'd object, but the way I felt like massaging it, I was afraid he might lose control of the steering wheel.
It wasn't the possibility of an accident that frightened me, either. It was the thought of losing that burning passion my body was experiencing. His acrobatic fingers had me feeling so hot and horny, I was perspiring and becoming downright raunchy.
I knew all I had to do was touch that cock of his and I'd start creaming like a running faucet at full blast. But, that wasn't the way I wanted my orgasm. Not tonight! Not there in the car.
I wanted to experience the full impact of that orgasm when he had his fat cock plunging against my tonsils and I could feel his hot lips nibbling feverishly, passionately against my cunt.
That was the kind of orgasm I had envisioned with him from the moment I first laid eyes on him and that robust bulge in his pants.
"Do you mind if I slip into something comfortable?" he asked the moment we stepped into the living room.
"Not at all," I replied.
I didn't want to say it aloud, but what I was hoping was that something comfortable meant he'd be completely nude.
"Make yourself comfortable," he said, "I'll be right back."
When he disappeared in the bedroom I felt like patting myself on the back. I had landed one hell of a stud and I knew it! The way he carried himself, the gentle touch of his fingers against my pussy, and the way he walked away from me all told me he was going to be one damn exciting thrill. A real cum-buster!
Shit!
I was dying to taste his prick!
To make matters even better still, I knew I was the envy of every woman we passed on the street. They all knew I had landed a good fuck! All of them probably would've given anything to be in my place. They all would have loved to take him to bed and give him a good fuck.
But, tonight, he was all mine, I thought. I wouldn't fuck him, but I was going to give him the suck of his life.
Chapter Three
When he stepped back into the living room, he wasn't totally nude but he was wearing a robe draped across his shoulders that was open in the front, with nothing underneath but his fat cock, that continuously bounced off one thigh to the next with every step he took.
I wasn't quite as daring, but I wasn't a prude by any means, either. His eyes told me as he seductively walked across the dining room floor into the living room that he wanted me badly.
He was so full of lust and desire, his tongue was hanging from his mouth like a panting dog. No doubt he wanted to stuff that wad of his up my snatch so bad he was already experiencing the sensations that came penetrating a hot, tight cunt.
Unfortunately, that wasn't what he was going to experience.
I had other plans for him.
I was definitely going to get him off! He wouldn't get to know my virgin pussy the way he wanted, but I was going to give him the best suck of his life.
Gazing at that little-league baseball bat swinging between his legs, I knew I could suck every ounce of cum from his body and have him screaming for more. And I knew I was going to enjoy every moment of it. His cock looked delicious.
He walked to the sofa where I was standing and stopped. It became obvious to me, he was waiting for me to make the next move. And I wasn't about to disappoint him.
I gripped his wad gently, feeling it turn to granite rock and stretch to full length in my grasp. Then I sank down slowly on the sofa, stroking his hard prick with passionate, gentle, cum building strokes.
"Ohhh, shit ... damn, I like the way you pull on a dick," he moaned.
I smiled proudly.
"This is the only the beginning, honey," I assured him. "It's going to get better, I promise you that."
"It feels so damn good already, baby, I don't know if I can take much more. If it gets any better, I'm likely to cum all over your hand."
Yes, he was enjoying it, and that made me feel even more sensuous, horny and raunchy. That was how I wanted to feel! He was moaning now. His body so caught up in the fervor of emotion, he was becoming weak in the knees, beginning to shift effortlessly from one foot to the other.
Now I was gripping his prick even tighter than before. Pulling on it vigorously with short, rapid strokes. In the matter of a few seconds I was beginning to feel hot drops of cum dripping from the swollen head of his dick on my wrist.
Fortunately, it wasn't the mother-load he was experiencing. His swollen balls told me his body was still full of gism.
My fiery tongue shot out my mouth like a mongoose attacking a snake. Flicking sensuously against the sensitive head of his cock. His breathing became coarse and heavy-a rapid, panting groan. He was so full of passion he was beginning to sweat.
"Shit!!!" he cried. "My balls are so full of cum, they're aching. I wanna cum all over you."
"Patience, baby, not yet. Just hold on," I panted. "I've got a lot more in store for you. I'm gonna give you a thrill you won't ever forget."
I began circling the thick head of his cock with my hot, moist tongue. Soft, gentle, soothingly! Just enough to cause his body to tremble and his breathing to turn into gusher sounds like that of a burst of wind through a tunnel.
Just as I thought, he had a sweet tasting prick. A sweet, sensitive prick. And it was a stimulating prick. Feeling it throbbing in my hand as my tongue continued to circle his swollen head filled my body with fiery passion. I could almost feel the sensation that came from a gorging cock parting the lips of my tight cunt.
I knew it was time now!
His cock was so hard it felt like a hot piece of steel in my grasp.
I opened my mouth wide, sliding just enough of his cock inside to touch my tonsils. But that was enough to make my body quiver. "Damn, bitch," he wailed, "suck it, gawd-dammit!"
In the same breath he reached out with one hand and gripped me in the ball of my head. With the other hand he began gingerly fondling the hard nipple of my tit. That sent a fiery tingle of passion through my body that set my cunt on fire and caused my ass to begin squirming on the sofa.
My tits had always been my weak spot for as long as I could remember. All it ever took was a touch and I'd feel ripples of passion flowing all through my body. And when I felt a pair of hot lips pulling on them, my cunt never failed to fill with hot, sticky, sensuous cum.
Strangely enough, I was feeling many of those sensations at that very moment. The way he was pinching my tit, controlling the movements of my head by gingerly sliding it in and out, making my lips ride the shaft of his dick like a well greased machine.
"Suck me, bitch!" he moaned. "Suck this big dick!"
I didn't like him referring to me as a bitch, but I understood it wasn't him speaking-it was the passion in him I was creating. Knowing that made me feel good.
My lips clamped tightly around the shaft of his cock like a vise-pulling, stroking, stretching on it until he gripped my head and shoved it forcibly against his groin, causing his long, meaty cock to slide down the shaft of my throat.
I reached up then and cupped his nut sack and began juggling his balls between my fingers like they were a pair of hot dice.
His body began to quiver and his deep voice began to chant: "Suck it, suck it, suck it!!!"
I fell back on the sofa, pulling him down on top of me. He planted the palms of his hands down on the sofa, arched his back and began pumping his wad in and out my mouth like he was banging a pussy.
He had me pinned down in a position where I couldn't move. I couldn't even cry out for help! My mouth was too stuffed with dick. I was at his complete, total mercy. And, he knew no mercy.
All he knew hot to do was grind that cock against my tonsils, sending waves of passion through my body that had my ass squirming on the sofa like I was riding a hot poker.
"Shit, Sally," he gasped, "you've got one sweet pair of lips. You've got the kind of lips that were made for sucking."
I wanted to tell him how sweet his cock was, but the moment I opened my mouth, the room quickly filled with the sound of slurping passion.
He reached back then, sliding his hand between my thighs, clamping his strong hand across the mouth of my vagina. I could feel his strong finger parting my lips, and then came those cum building sensations surging all through my body when his hot fingertip began tenderly rubbing my clitoris.
The thrill was unreal. Even with that wad of cock stuffed halfway down my throat, somehow I still managed to pant. The feeling was just that sensational.
Damn, I didn't want him to stop. But, I knew I had to stop him. If I didn't stop him now, in a few minutes I wouldn't have either the strength or the desire to stop him.
I grabbed his hand firmly and held it steady. That seemed to stun him. As a matter of fact, he was so stunned, he stopped in motion and jerked his cock from my mouth, letting it fall against my chest like a falling tree.
"Wha ... what's wrong, Sally?" his startled voice inquired. "Was I hurting you?"
"No," I panted.
"Why ... why did you stop me? Didn't you like what I was doing?"
I smiled. "That's the problem, I was enjoying it too much."
"So what's the problem? After all, that is why we're here, isn't it? To make each other feel good!"
"Yes, but that's not what I want to do right now. The way you were playing with my clit, I knew it wouldn't be long before you had your finger stuck up my pussy. The next thing I'd know, you'd have that fat dick of yours stuffed inside me and that's not what I want."
"Tell me what you do want, baby."
"I want to suck that cock of yours until I've drained every ounce of cum from your body."
He grinned.
He climbed off me, planting his feet down on the floor. He gripped his erected cock with one hand and pulled me up into a sitting position with the other. Then he sensuously guided his cock through my thin, hungry lips.
When he reached out and grabbed me in the ball of my head with both hands, I knew that meant he wanted to be in full control of the action. I had no objections! He held me firmly and drew my head forward, watching my lips devour his seven inch prick.
My hot saliva gave his throbbing head the sensation of being in a hot, well-saturated cunt. My lips squeezed tightly around the shaft of his cock, holding it in a death-grip, while my bobbing head began pulling on his dick like a pistoning engine.
"Awwww, gawd-damn," he gasped, "you're one hell of a dick sucker, Sally! You make me feel so gawd-damn good I want to drop cum all over you.''
I wanted to tell him that was just what I wanted him to do. I wanted to feel his hot, juicy gism all over my face and body.
But I was too busy stroking on his long cock. And it was too hard and sweet to stop. I didn't want to stop. I just wanted to make him feel as good as the taste of his sweet-peter was making me feel.
He reached for a handful of tit at the same time exact moment my soft hand grabbed a fistful of his balls and began squeezing them with raucous vigor. "Damn, damn, damn!" he moaned.
He only moaned, but what he really wanted to do was scream. He just didn't have the strength. My hot, munching lips were draining all the strength out of his body.
I snatched his cock from my mouth, flicking at its sensitive head with my darting tongue and quickly plunged it back between my hot lips. The sensation was so electrifying, he squeezed my tit so hard restraint, I almost leaped up off the sofa.
"Awww, shit ... suck it, bitch, suck it." he wailed in a funky frenzy. "Suck that dick like you enjoy it ... like you love it ... like it's supposed to be sucked. Suck it, bitch, suck it!!!"
I jerked his dick from my mouth again. Again, slapping it in the face with my hot, electrifying tongue and again rammed it in my hot bath of saliva. This time, he couldn't hold back. He yelled! At the same time firing a wad of cum in my mouth that bloated my jaws and began flowing from the sides of my mouth, dripping down my chest.
"Awwww, shit, shit, shit," he moaned.
It was a sensuous sound to him hearing me try to scream with a mouthful of dick and slurping cum. But the emotion came over me so suddenly, there wasn't time for preparation. Hell! I was having an orgasm of my own.
A super orgasm that left my body quivering, my eyes stretched to twice their normal size, and had me choking as the flow of cum ran down my throat. That's when I lost control and tried to scream.
"Shit!" he cried.
"Shit is right!" I retaliated catching the dripping cum in my hand, lapping at it with my tongue like a dog slurping water from a bowl.
Once our composure was back intact, we both laughed. "That's the first time I've ever known an orgasm to almost kill me," I said.
He grunted. "The way my heart was pumping when you were sucking on my cock, I thought I was going to die a long time ago. I thought it was going to punch a hole right through my chest. But, shit, that was a fuckin' feeling worth dying for.
We both laughed again.
Yes, I thought, lying on the bed in the dark room. If I had to lose my cherry, that was one super cock I would have really enjoyed losing it with.
I had spent many sleepless nights since that date with Ceasar. Nights I spent wondering what it must've felt like having my virgin cunt stuffed with all that dick.
That was a sensation I'd never know now. Maybe, I thought, Rachel was right after all. Pussy was made to be fucked, not saved. I knew now I'd passed up one hell of a fuck.
Chapter Four
Normally, I sprang from the bed in the morning with a burst of energy. Most people, I'd heard, dreaded climbing out the bed in the morning, but with me it was just the opposite. I was always excited to see what kind of adventures the day held for me.
But that wasn't the case on this particular Saturday morning. I climbed from the bed feeling ashamed, hurt and disappointed. Ashamed because I had allowed myself to get so high at the party the night before that I lost control. Hurt and disappointed because I was no longer a virgin. Someone had stole my cherry.
I stumbled across the floor to the mirror on the dresser against the wall. Fortunately, I thought, I didn't look as bad as I felt.
I opened my gown, observing my nude body. Even that looked the same. But it didn't feel the same! I usually woke up feeling hot and horny. On this particular morning all I felt was sore.
I wondered if all women felt sore after their first fuck, or was it just that my first fuck was so damn big! More than big, he was huge!
That thought quickly brought a glowing smile to my face. I didn't know my snatch could feel so damn good, I thought. Rachel was right! There was definitely a difference in the feeling that came from a fat cock, in contrast to the feeling I always got when I allowed one of my dates to play with my pussy on the outside of my panties.
At least, I thought, my first fuck was one hell of a bang! He was well experienced and knew just how to treat a cunt. I had cummed so much, he left me feeling dehydrated.
That was the solo highlight of my experience. Even though I had my cherry stolen and my dream of marrying as a virgin, I knew I had experienced a super fuck. That was the highlight of the experience. But there was also a downside.
The downer was I didn't even know where to go to get that same kind of fuck again. That was the real bummer!
I was in the shower when the thought hit me! I was attending a party in Geneva's house ... Geneva would know who had gone inside the bedroom after I had fallen asleep.
She must have seen him when he went in the room, or when he came out. Or, surely, she must have heard some talk about it in the party. No doubt he was bragging about busting my cherry. If he did, I was certain Geneva must have heard it. She heard and saw everything.
I had known Geneva Black practically all my life. We were the same age, but Geneva was much older and wiser in experience. Sex had became the ultimate in her life a long time ago. That was obvious to everyone who knew her and had the pleasure of ever attending one of her parties.
Parties?!
She might've called it a party.
Everyone else called it what it really was.
An orgy!
That was precisely the reason I have never attended any of her parties in the past. But this time Geneva assured me this party was going to be different. It wasn't going to be one of her usual affairs, she said.
It was for that reason I had made an exception and allowed myself to attend my first party at her house. And it wasn't one of her usual out and out orgies. Not like the ones I'd heard about.
Actually, it was a nice little gathering of friends. Plenty of women and luscious, sexy looking studs. Everyone seemed to be having a good time. Maybe that was what caused me to lose my cool, I thought. I was having too much of a good time.
I was having such a ball, I let my guard down and allowed myself the rare pleasure of getting high. That was a mistake!
I realized that now. But all was not lost, I thought. If anyone could tell me who had robbed me of my cherry, I was certain Geneva could.
"Honest, Sally," Geneva was saying as she went about gathering up the remains of the party in her living room, while I sat nervously on the sofa, "I don't have the slightest idea who went in that bedroom after you did."
"Whoever it was," I retorted, "had to be big."
Geneva chuckled. "Why? Because he had a big dick?"
"Not just big," I gasped, "enormous."
She laughed again. "Once you've been around and gathered a little more experience, you'll find that a lot of those big guys have dicks the size of your finger. Where you find a lot of those monster cocks are from those little guys. Twerps! Guys whose bodies don't seem big enough to carry around such a big dick."
She said that so convincingly even I had to laugh. But the guy I was looking for wasn't little! I was certain of that. I remembered wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles on his hairy chest spreading my tits across my chest.
Then, too, there were those big, smooth cheeks of his ass that towered like mountains whenever my eyes opened and I looked down his back.
That sight was almost as sensuous and stimulating as the thrill he was giving me with his hard, hot cock. I really enjoyed watching his big ass as it humped relentlessly between my thighs.
No! He definitely wasn't a small man. There was nothing about him that was small. Even his nut sack filled my entire hand.
"You ... you didn't see anyone hanging around the bedroom door?" I asked desperately.
Geneva thought for a moment, dropping down on the soft, fake-fur chair beneath her. "Now ... now that I think about it, I did see a group of guys in front of the bedroom door laughing and talking."
"A group of guys?"
She shrugged. "Three guys."
"Were any of them big?"
She chuckled. "They were all big! Hell, half the guys in this town work on one construction gang or another. There aren't that many small guys around."
"Who were these guys?"
Again, she took a moment to turn her question over in her mind. "Let's see ... there was Dyke Simpson, Marvin Wright and Smokey Randolph."
She wasn't kidding when she said they were all big guys. I was familiar with each of them. They all stood over six feet tall and carried physical physiques like professional body-builders.
If memory served me right, I recalled Smokey and Marvin were into that body-building craze. Three guys! Three possibilities. That was one thing I hadn't prepared myself for.
I was so certain Geneva would be able to tell me who had followed me inside the bedroom, it never dawned on me it might turn into a Sherlock Holmes mystery.
"Did you enjoy the fuck?" Geneva asked bluntly, breaking my deep concentration.
"Did I?" I gasped reliving the experience in my thoughts. "I still get an orgasm every time I think about it. Whoever it was, had one sweet cock."
She shrugged. "Then what do you care who gave you that fuck? You had a good fuck, enjoy the memory."
"Whether I enjoyed it or not isn't the point, Geneva!" I huffed.
"No? Then what is the point, might I ask?"
I began angrily stomping my feet across the length of the floor. "The point is whoever stole my cherry last night, spoiled a dream I've been living with all my life."
Geneva looked at me curiously, watching me continue to stomp back and forth across the floor. '"What dream is that?"
I bolted to a stop on the center of the floor and swung my hands on my hips. "My dream to marry as an undicked virgin!"
The expression on Geneva's face told me she was dumbfounded. "You ... you were a virgin?" she stammered.
"I was when I came to your party last night. I was a virgin when I stumbled in that bedroom to lie down. But I wasn't when I came out."
"So that's why you never attended any of my parties in the past, huh?"
I nodded. "Don't misunderstand me, Geneva. I have nothing against you or anyone else whose ever attended any of your orgies. It's just wasn't my thing."
"I can understand that now."
"Then you should be able to understand how I feel now. Somebody stole my cherry, ruined my dreams of marriage and I don't even know who he is."
Geneva fell back on the chair and sighed despairingly. She thought for a moment in silence, then shook her head.
"I really wish I could help you, Sally, but I can't be sure which of those guys I named went in the room. I'm not even sure any of them did!"
I sighed despondently and dropped back down on the sofa.
"Then it looks like I'm going to have to do this the hard way," I said.
"Do what?"
"Since I can no longer marry as a virgin, my dream still doesn't have to be a complete bust. I can still marry the man who got my cherry."
"But ... you don't know who he is!"
"No, but you gave me three strong possibilities."
"So? What good is that?"
"I'm going to find out which one of the three of them got my cherry last night."
"How?"
"Easily! I'm going to fuck each and everyone of them. One at a time."
Geneva laughed.
"I like that," she snickered. "When you find out which one it is, then what're you going to do?"
"I'm going to marry him."
"Marry him? But ... suppose he doesn't want to get married? Just because a guy gets a piece of ass-even a piece of ass he enjoys, doesn't mean he's in the market for a wife."
"That doesn't matter! Just like he stole my virginity, I'm going to steal his bachelor freedom."
I opened my purse then and pulled out a shiny, silver-plated .25 caliber automatic.
Geneva's eyes bucked.
"Wha-what're you going to do with that?" she exclaimed.
I laughed.
"Don't worry, it's not loaded. I don't even know how to load it for that matter. But, I'm betting he'll be so scared, he'll never question whether there are any bullets in it or not. I'll eventually tell him. But not until after we're husband and wife.
Geneva laughed.
Chapter Five
There was a look in Geneva's eyes I had never seen before. A look I didn't understand. I was seated on the sofa and she sat on the chair opposite me with her hand inside her robe on her stomach and her squinted eyes staring curious into mine. No! They weren't curious eyes! They were lustful eyes. The same kind of eyes men normally looked at me with when they desired me. When they wanted their cock sucked.
Was that what I was seeing in Geneva's face?
Did she desire me?
Were her eyes telling me she wanted to make love to me?
The thought no sooner crossed my mind when I noticed the graceful movement of her hand. Her hand slid down her stomach, settling between her wide spread legs.
Her eyes blinked then and there was a sudden gasp in her breath. I knew she had slid her finger up her pussy.
Strange, the affect watching her slide her finger in and out her cunt had over me. I had never seen another woman masturbate before. And I never dreamed it could have such an arousing, stimulating affect on me. Yet, I could feel a tingle in my cunt that felt like it had just experienced a mild release of sensuous cum.
And when I heard her pant, I didn't only want to pant with her, I wanted to feel my finger in my pussy as well.
"Stop that, Geneva," my quiver voice panted, "you're getting me excited."
"Then, shit, don't just sit there! Let's do something about it, shit."
"You ... you mean-"
"I mean I want to fuck, dammit!!!"
I was no virgin to masturbation even though I'd never gone as far as actually letting my finger penetrate my pussy. And I had no idea what Geneva meant when she said she wanted to fuck.
Sure, I knew women sucked one another off, and even touched clits. But I had never heard of the technique being referred to as downright fucking before.
And, yet, I was certain fucking was exactly what Geneva had in mind. And if anyone knew how that could be accomplished, I knew she would.
She must have sensed my curiosity. In all the years we had been friends she had never approached me in this manner before. Yet when she spoke, she spoke without any skepticism. As though she was as certain as I was that I would comply.
"Take off your clothes, Sally," she said.
I don't know which one of us stripped the fastest. All I know is inside of seconds we both stood in the center of the room stark naked.
I was experiencing a new sensation now. I never knew the sight of another woman's naked body could scramble my hormones in such a fury. And, yet, as I looked at her sleek, milky body-the perfectly shaped "V" shaped hairs surrounding her cunt, I felt my mouth fill with hot, sensuous saliva.
Gawd!
I wanted to suck that pussy dry!
And the way her eyes were traveling hungrily up and down my body, I knew she was experiencing similar emotions of her own. She turned and walked into the dining room to the buffet and opened the top drawer.
She removed an object from the drawer that from the distance I was standing, looked like a long, brown hose. It wasn't until she was standing in front of me that I realized what she was holding in her hand was a dildo.
A two-headed dildo! A dildo with the head of a cock on both ends.
"You'll enjoy this, Sally," she said confidently.
"It'll give you a thrill you won't forget."
"Give it to me, Geneva," I said.
I don't know why I was feeling so daring, but I was game to try anything. And, although that stiff hose in her hand was at least two and a half inches round-a real cunt buster-I was eager to know its affect.
She guided me down gently on the sofa, lifting one of my legs draping it over the back of the sofa. She took my other leg and placed it down gently on the coffee table.
I was open wide-eagle!
It was a sensuous, scintillating thought imagining being stuffed with a hard cock in that position.
I would have loved the have had a mirror right then to see if my cunt looked the way it felt. It felt like it was standing wide open.
Geneva knelt down between my legs and began running her hot, moist tongue up my leg touching the coffee table. Her tongue was different from the tongues I'd experienced from men's tongues bathing my body. Softer, tender and in its own unique way, more stimulating.
By the time her sensuous tongue touched my thigh, my emotions became unchained. My ass began squirming beneath me and my breathing was rapidly turning into short, incoherent pants.
I reached down and grabbed her by the head, entwining my fingers in her long, blonde hair, pulling her face up against my cunt and felt her thin tongue penetrate my vagina.
Gawd!
It was like the head of a small dick flicking in and out my pussy, not going deep enough to create that ultimate burst of cum, but poking in and out just enough to stir my emotions and scramble my hormones.
"Shit! Damn, Geneva, I don't know if I can stand this teasing," I cried out, squirming my cunt vigorously against her face. "Shit ... this is almost as good as one of those big dicks. I'm gonna cum all over you in a minute."
I hadn't cummed at that point, but it was obvious when she raised her head to look at me that I had creamed ferociously. Her mouth was covered with sticky cream.
"Not yet, Sally," she said sliding her finger up my pussy, twirling it around in a circular motion, causing my hips to pick up the rhythm, grinding on her finger like it was a dick.
"Shit, Geneva," I moaned. "What're you doing to me?"
"Making you feel good, that's what! But before I'm finished with you, you're going to feel a lot better."
She buried her face between my legs, gripping the lips of my pussy with both hands and spread them as far apart as she could get them.
She must have had a tongue like an anteater, because this time when she began flicking her tongue in and out my pussy, she was banging against the depth, hitting my wall of joy.
"Ooooo, shit, Geneva ... suck it, suck it, suck the hell out of that pussy," I screamed loud enough to shatter the window panes.
She gripped my thighs and pressed them against my chest, making my cunt stare at the ceiling above. Then she stood up, straddling me, and in what seemed like the blink of an eye, she had stuffed my cunt with the dildo, having the twin head stuffed up her vagina.
She began to move.
Slow.
Up and down.
Gracefully.
Yet, each stroke driving the hard dildo deeper and deeper inside my cunt. Bouncing off my wall of delight like a tennis ball. Each stroke causing my breath to gasp and my body to respond with lurching movements as though my cunt was trying to grab the dildo in mid-air and swallow it up like quicksand.
"How does that virgin pussy feel now?" Geneva panted.
"It feels like it wants to cum," I moaned. "It feels like it wants to cum."
"Hmmmm," she moaned, "I feel like I could cum, too. The way your body is humping, you're pushing the head of that dildo right up my gut."
"Am I hurting you?"
Her eyes closed and she smiled.
"I ain't complaining, baby! I'm just letting you know you're giving me one hell of a thrill this morning. Shit! If I had known you could fuck like this, I would have been inviting you over more often."
I was about to say something when she hit that delicate spot of ecstasy.
"Awwww ... shit!!!" I screamed, at the same time, reaching up grabbing to fistfuls of her round, soft ass.
"I know what you just felt," she cried out deliriously. "Shit! I felt that son-of-a-bitch, too."
That was obvious from the way her body suddenly began humping-driving that dildo banging against my depth until I thought she was going to push it through my ass hole.
But, then, my body was responding in much the same manner as hers. Raising up off the sofa with hard, driving strokes that were actually lifting her body up in the air.
"Pump it, dammit ... pump it!!!" Geneva moaned gripping the sofa with both hands.
Her pumping ass continuing to cause the dildo to bounce off my wall of joy with regularity.
"Are you gonna cum?" I cried out.
I was feeling so many electrifying sensations, I wasn't exactly certain when I had cummed or how often. But the sound of my slurping, smacking cunt told me it had been often. But I wasn't ready to stop then, the feeling was much too thrilling.
She tried to laugh but her laughter was caught up in the emotion.
"S-h-i-t," her voice trembled, "I've cummed so many times already, I've lost count."
I was convinced Geneva had to be a damn good fuck to some guy. The way she was driving that dildo, she was taking command of my pussy. No doubt she treated a hard dick in the same fashion.
I closed my eyes, laid back and let her pump that dildo unmercifully in and out my well saturated cunt. The room sounded like a Dixieland Band with the variety of sounds our fucking was creating.
My pussy slurping; her cunt smacking; our bodies humping, while each hump caused the sofa to bang against the floor in a sensuous rhythm.
Then there was Geneva's panting and my relentless gasping. We were a symphony of eroticism!
"Shit, it's good ... shit it's good," I heard myself shout.
"It can't be any better to you than it is to me," she gasped.
It was then that I felt something moist fall against my stomach. When I opened my eyes and looked up, I realized Geneva wasn't kidding when she said she had cummed so many times she lost count.
Her cum was flowing from her cunt, down the dildo, splattering on my stomach like a river. It was a funky smelling cum-sticky and hot.
But it gave me a sensuous feeling that caused me to scream with joy as I experienced an orgasm that made my body become stiff, vibrating on the sofa with such force the sofa banged against the floor like a tap dancer.
She gripped the back of the sofa, jerking it with such emotion as she experienced the overwhelming thrill of an orgasm, she pulled the sofa away from the wall.
It was a powerful orgasm ... long and fulfilling. Even after demonstrating such powerful restraint by moving the sofa, she still had enough burst left to scoot up on the sofa, causing the dildo to fall from her cunt onto my stomach like a falling tree.
Then she squatted her pussy down directly above my face, letting her sweet, funky smelling cum flow from her pussy into my open mouth.
It was a joyous, thrilling experience.
Chapter Six
I always thought a man had to ride a pussy to make a woman feel sensational, but Marvin taught me differently. He stretched me out on the bed and placed his sweaty, muscular body down on top of me. We were a perfect match in that position. The hard nipples of our tits touched, pressing against one another causing both of us to moan as the surge of tingling passion swept through our bodies.
My squinted eyes stared down his back waiting for the sight of his firm ass to begin raising up and down between my wide spread thighs. Waiting for him to fill my cunt with cum-building joy with his sweet fuckrod.
But, he didn't move!
His body suddenly becoming stiff as a board. At that moment my vagina began experiencing a thrill I never knew existed. A thrill I had never heard about, nor had even read about. Yet, it was happening and I was enjoying every moment of it.
His hard cock stretched to my depth, vibrating- jumping up and down, draining cream from my already heavily saturated cunt, sending me into such an uncontrolled state of delirium, I couldn't fight the urge to run my hot hands down his body and grip his soft ass, pulling him up even further inside me.
"Shit ... shit ... shit," I wailed in a total state of ecstasy, "fuck me, Marvin ... fuck me."
"I've wanted this pussy a long time, Rumonia." His raspy voice panted. "I wanted it!!!"
"You've got it now, baby, and you're fucking it right! You're fucking it damn right!!"
"Your pussy feels like an oven its so damn hot," he panted. "I ... I ... I bet it taste as sweet as it feels, too."
"Find out, baby! It's your pussy today ... do to it whatever you want, just don't let me lose this feeling. Don't let me stop feeling so good."
I expected him to slide down my body and bury his face between my thighs while I lied back and enjoyed the sensuous pleasures of his hot, flickering tongue invading my vagina.
But, to my surprise, he had other plans. He wanted me to work for my ecstasy.
"I'm going to turn over and lay on my back," he said. "I want you to sit in my face."
"Any way you want it, baby. Just ... make me feel good ... please."
He stretched out on the bed with his head on the pillow, his mouth open wide and his hard tongue sticking straight up in the air like a flag pole.
I straddled his face, gripping the headboard for support and began lowering my body slow and gracefully directly over his head.
Something funny and sensuous happened then. As I brought my body down, cum began dripping from my cunt, falling in his face like raindrops.
We both laughed.
"Hurry up and bring that pussy down before I drown in this storm," he said.
The instant my body was within his grasp, he reached up catching me on the inside of my thighs with both hands. With his long, tender thumbs he caught the lips of my vagina, spreading them as wide apart as he could get them.
They were spread so far apart I could feel his hot breath all through my body. It was an exciting, stimulating feeling for me, but unfortunately it caused me to cum again.
That was unfortunate for him because the cum dropped right in his face like an egg splattering in a frying pan.
His gentle, yet powerful hands guided me all the way down to his face. The closer I got to his face, the more scintillating his hot breath became ... the more ignited my body became ... the more I wanted to cum.
He held my body inches above his face and began blowing his hot breath up in my open cunt like raging winds preceding a storm. My body was quivering ... my heart fluttering. I couldn't stop my body from trembling. Nor could I control the grip my hands had on the headboard that I was banging against the wall in an insatiable rhythm.
"It feels good, baby ...," I moaned with a quiver in my voice. "It feels so damn good."
"In a minute it's going to feel even better," he promised. "Wait until I slide my tongue all the way up that hot pussy."
"Don't tease me," I cried out in delirious frustration, "suck it!! Suck my pussy dry!!!"
He brought my body down slowly, stopping it again centimeters above his thick lips and began flicking his hot tongue sensuously in and out my burning vagina.
It was the time I'd ever felt a tongue inside my cunt. I'd had tongues on my clitoris before, even circling the lips of my pussy, but this was the first time a tongue had actually penetrated my pussy.
It was a super, sensational feeling.
So sensational I couldn't restrain my emotions to soft pants and sighs. This was one of those rare kind of thrills that literally caused me to scream with joy.
"Suck it, baby, suck it!" I shouted at the top of my quivering voice. "Shit! Eat my pussy out!"
He said something but I muffled his words when I saw my cunt down squarely on his face. Gawd, he had a long, thick tongue. My cunt felt stuffed and I could actually feel the hot tip of his tongue touching my wall of passion.
"Oooo, shit!" I moaned squirming my cunt all around his face, spreading my cum all over his face. "You've got a damn good tongue, Marvin. You're a natural born cocksucker! You've got to be the best around. Suck it ... suck my pussy."
Suddenly he forcefully shoved me off him onto the bed and began coughing. As much as I dreaded losing the feeling, once I realized what had happened I couldn't be angry with him. He was strangling on my cum.
"Are you okay, baby?" I asked with genuine concern.
He was seated in a sitting position now still coughing heavily.
"Yeah," he said gravelly, "I've got it together now."
"Then do something for me," I said spreading my legs, running my hand across my steaming vagina, "my pussy is hot as a three-alarm fire. Put the flame out, baby ... release me."
"You cum like a river, baby," he said. "I don't mind thrilling you, but I don't want to strangle to death in the process. I think I'd better let my dick do the work instead of my tongue."
"I don't care how you get it done, Marvin. Just do it! Use your hose to put out the flame if you have to, but release me ... please."
"Turn over and get on your knees," he said. "I want to dog you."
I wondered then: Was it Marvin after all? He didn't have that same gorging cock I remember experiencing lying there in the bed at Geneva's house. But then, I was a virgin! Maybe that was the difference. My pussy was tighter, smaller then. Anything would have felt enormous then.
But I could never forget the fuck I got when he entered through the back door. He had stretched my pussy by then. And it was well saturated. Yet, he still gave me a special kind of erotic thrill. And those words! How could I ever forget the words he said to me?
"Just hold on tight, baby! Let me do all the work!
That was exactly what I did and I got the thrill of my life. If Marvin could duplicate that feeling, then I'd found my mystery lover. The man who had stole my cherry.
I knew though the moment I climbed on my knees I was in for a disappointment. Not that I wouldn't get a good fuck, but the realization Marvin wasn't my mystery lover!
Being his normal, gentle self he tenderly used his fingers to part the lips of my vagina and gracefully guided his erected cock through the threshold.
Like before, his was a tender, scintillating fuck. A cum-buster, true enough, but not that hard banging fuck that literally made me bang my head against the headboard and raised my body off the bed.
It was definitely a Marvin Wright kind of thrill! A rewarding fuck that ended up with him again eating out my pussy and again being choked by my dripping cum. But it wasn't that gorging, banging kind of fuck that left my pussy sore and me exhausted.
I left his apartment two hours later well satisfied, but disappointed. No doubt about it, he made my cunt do all the things a pussy was supposed to do. I felt terrific and I still believe he has the best head in the city. A natural cocksucker! But he wasn't that super, thrilling fuck I was searching for.
My search had to continue.
My experience with Geneva taught me one thing. I could enjoy a variety of sex. And each one had its own form of sexual fulfillment. But what I had experienced in her house the night before was a pure treasure.
I had truly experienced a true fuck!
A sweet cock.
A rare thrill.
A cock that was capable of making me feel as I had never felt before.
A true fuckin' sensation.
I had been lucky to experience such a terrific cum on my virgin fuck.
That realization only succeeded in making me that much more determined to learn the identity of my mysterious lover. He owed me! He owed me for several reasons.
First off, he had stole my cherry, and by doing so, he had destroyed a dream I had for a lifetime. And, second, no one had the right to give anyone the kind of fuck he had given me and just walk out of their lives. If, nothing else, he owed me a repeat performance.
In the beginning I was angry, upset, hurt, disappointed and ashamed. Now, all I wanted was to feel that sweet, monster cock of his gorging my cunt again.
And, what was he thinking?
Did he really think it was going to be that simple?
Bust Sally's cherry!
Give her the thrill of her life.
Then just walk away.
What was he thinking?
What kind of man was he to think I'd ever forget a monster fuck like that? did he really think I'd ever be able to forget the sensations I felt when he had me get on my knees and he entered my cunt through the back door.
Shit!
It was impossible for me to forget.
How could I ever forget the way he made my pussy feel!
The way his hard plunging caused my cum bank to erupt like a stock market crash.
The way he literally set my pussy on fire.
Was it possible for anyone to forget a fuck like that?
Even his sexy, raspy voice turned me on ... causing my body to feel heated, sensual passion. That voice when he said:
"Just hold on tight, baby! Let me do all the work."
His voice, alone, was enough to cause an explosion of cum throughout my body. But then there was that monster cock of his banging against my depth to literally suck cum from my body like a giant sponge.
Yes, my search had to continue.
Chapter Seven
I was glad when I phoned both Smokey and Dyke they were both gone for the night. Glad, because after experiencing that monster cock, making love to Geneva and then fucking Marvin, my body needed the rest.
I actually believed my cum bank had been drained dry.
I went home, took a shower and climbed in bed. The message I got from both of their answering machines said they'd be gone for the weekend. It didn't say where they were going, but my guess was if there was an orgy in town, that's where they could be found. They both enjoyed sex the way some people enjoy a Mac-Donald's hamburger.
Unfortunately that meant I'd have to wait until after work Monday to pursue my search. I didn't like the delay presented. But, admittedly, my body could use the rest.
I was exhausted.
* * *
I had a strange feeling when I walked on the job Monday morning. I was accustomed to the wolf-whistles, flirting eyes and the sexual innuendoes coming from the guys on the floor.
But on this particular morning they all seemed to be looking at me differently. There were the usual stares, whistles and sexual remarks, but there appeared to be a different kind of glint in their eyes- as though they all knew I was no longer a virgin.
As though they all knew I had experienced my first taste of a hard dick spreading the lips of my cunt! My imagination? Of course it was, I told myself! I wasn't wearing a sign. No one had any way of knowing I had been fucked ... unless ... unless one of them had attended the party at Geneva's house ... .
The thought was earth-shattering! What ... what if one of them had attended Geneva's party ... and what if that someone had followed me in the bedroom ... what if that someone had stole my cherry?
Geneva said she saw Marvin, Dyke and Smokey standing in front of the bedroom door ... she didn't see any one of them actually go inside the room. Damn! What if my suspicions were right?
What if it wasn't anyone of the three of them? And suppose it was one of the guys there on the job who had wandered in the bedroom after me? Gawd! It was an eerie feeling. But the more I looked into their smiling faces, the more convinced I became they knew I was no longer a virgin.
But, how was I ever to find out which one it was?
There were at least a dozen guys there on the floor.
Could I fuck all twelve of them?
Suppose I did and it turned out none of them was my monster cock?
What do I do then?
I still had to fuck Smokey and Dyke yet.
Could I do all that?
Was there that much cum in my bank?
Some of those guys looked like they could be holy terrors between the sheets!
What do I do?
How could I be certain?
It was obvious, there was only one way I could be certain. I had to take him to bed! There was no other way. The question now was, whom did I take to bed with me?
Four of the guys in the office I could rule out right away. They were either too short or too skinny. I didn't get a glimpse of my mysterious lover's face, but I remembered his body well.
Shit! How could I forget the sight of those big, soft buns between my legs, driving that monster cock up in my guts. That was a sight I'd probably take to the grave with me.
I spent the better part of the morning observing every guy when the opportunity presented itself for him to have to walk pass my desk. Observing them wasn't anything new to me, I'd always been an ardent male-watcher.
But normally I focused my attention on their facial features and their bodies. But now I was concentrating all my attention on the inside of their thighs. Looking at the size of their bulge.
That monster cock that reshaped my vagina had to leave a lump in his pants the size of my fist. I ruled out another four quickly.
One had a pudgy stomach; another wore extremely tight jeans that clearly outlined the shape of the size of his cock. It was long enough, true enough, but too thin. He probably was a hell of a bed-banger, though. Because it always seemed to be on hard.
A third had the right size bulge inside his thigh, but he was far too tall. He must have easily stood six feet five or six. No, he wasn't the one. But I found myself curious to know just what kind of feeling I could get from his wad stuffing my cunt.
The fourth one I eliminated was much too old. Not too old for me to fuck, but too old to be the one I had fucked at Geneva's party. He was at least forty, and the cock that filled my cunt that night belonged to a stud in his mid twenties.
That still left me with four!
Of those four, I quickly eliminated Ron Peese. A good looking stud with an interesting wad between his thighs, but I happened to know he was a newly wed. His marriage was barely ninety days old. And, I, also happened to know he was very much in love with his wife. No! He couldn't have been the one. I was certain of that.
I looked across my desk then at Pete Webster. Yes, I thought, he could have been the one! A young guy-early twenties-broad shoulders and wore a physique like an athlete.
I didn't know how he felt about orgies, or whether or not he would even attend one for that matter. But I did know he enjoyed fucking like farmers enjoyed a good rain.
He talked about fucking all the time. And when he wasn't talking about it, he was trying to slide his hand under one of the girls dresses who worked on the floor. He was bold, daring, obvious! Yes, it could easily have been him!
And it was no secret he wanted to get in my pants! And from experience I knew he toted a monster cock. I had never seen it in the raw, but I had felt it in my hand before and felt the hardness of it pressing against my pussy.
The two of us were on the elevator. I don't know if it was his prayers being answered or just a stroke of fate, but it was the first time in the three years I had been riding that elevator that it broke down.
We were the only two on the elevator!
I was scared, but all I had to do was look in his face to know he thought this was Christmas in July. He was thrilled! He'd already been pinching my ass, running his hand up and down my thigh-even across my pussy. But, I had all the advantages! He had to be brisk because he was conscious of the fact that elevator door might open at any moment and other people might enter.
That fear was gone now!
He was delighted!
He was in his second heaven.
And little did he know all his pinching and hand rubbing had gotten me hot and horny.
That was why I was frightened.
I wasn't sure just how far I would let him go.
His hot hand was up my dress, gripping my snatch so fast I didn't have time to scream. And when I tried, my scream was muffled by a wad of tongue slithering through my mouth, down my throat.
My first impulse was to push him away, but the passion his sensuous hand was creating quickly killed any desire in me to fight him off.
His hand was much too stimulating, and his tongue too fiery and passionate. In a matter of seconds, my body was so overwhelmed by emotions, I fell back against the elevator wall at his complete mercy.
He had my skirt up about my waist with his hand now gripping my ass, the other one squeezing my tit passionately-his hard, erected cock pressing against my virgin cunt filling my body with wild, untamed fury. It wanted to be dicked.
"Pete, Pete, Pete," I moaned as his wet lips slid across my face, down my neck.
"This is it, Sally, baby," he moaned. "I'm gonna bust that pussy of yours wide open with joy. I'm gonna make you feel good, baby-damn good!"
He reached for his zipper at the exact moment I reached for his cock. Fortunately, my hand had an arousing, stimulating affect on him because his body trembled and he reached around me with both hands, gripping the cheeks of my ass firmly.
If I hadn't grabbed his cock when I had, I had no doubts in my mind he was going to ram that wad of his up my pussy. And I was so weak, so overcome with passion, I might not have had the strength to refuse him. Those were the kind of sensations he was causing my body to experience.
I wrapped my hand tightly around his hard cock through his pants and began air-jacking it.
"Ooooh, gawd-damn, Sally!!!" his voice quivered as his hands tightened its grip around my ass. "I like the fuck out of your hand. Damn, you make me feel good."
"I like your hands, too, Pete," I wailed. "You're making me feel good, too."
"Put it in, baby," his raspy voice demanded. "I want to feel that hot pussy of yours. I know you've got a hot pussy. You walk like you've got a hot pussy. Put it in."
"I like what I'm doing now," I moaned feeling one of his hot hands sliding gracefully, sensuously up and down my back, filling my body with fire. "Don't ... don't you like what I'm doing?"
"Like it!?" he cried. "I love it, baby!!! I love it so gawd-damn much I'm about to cum. But I want that sweet juicy inside you. Put it in, baby ... please!!!"
"I ... I can't," I moaned with every ounce of strength left in my highly stimulated body.
I was on an emotional high the same as he was. And like him, I was ready to cum. There was an orgasm building in my body that felt like it was going to explode with the force of a gusher.
He had my legs spread apart now as far as he could get them. His body was pressed so close to mine, I could feel the hot drops of cum from the head of his dick against my thigh.
His hand was gripping my cunt with such vigor, I felt like I was being stuffed with a dick. It was a damn good feeling. Heightened still by his hot, panting breath down the side of my neck.
I felt myself becoming weak. Not only weak in the knees, I actually wanted to feel that fat cock in my pussy right then and there. Forget about all those dreams of staying a virgin, my marriage I wanted to be fucked!!!
Somehow, though, I found the strength to hold him off.
"No, baby," my voice trembled, "we can't do it here. We ... we don't know how long that elevators going to be stuck. Some ... somebody might catch us."
I was surprised, but somehow he found the strength to agree with me.
"Then suck it, baby," he demanded. "Suck my dick."
I had no objections to that. Hell! I'd been wanting to squeeze my lips around his cock for a long time-long before that moment. He had just the size cock I enjoyed sucking. The kind I could suck all the cum from.
I dropped down on my knees and was in the process of unzipping his zipper when the elevator suddenly jerked. We both knew what that meant. The elevator was fixed.
"Damn!" Pete moaned disappointedly. "Gawd-damn, I wanted to feel your lips around my dick. Damn!"
I didn't say it, but he had no idea just how badly I wanted to feel his hot dick pressing against my tonsils. Just the thought of it was enough to cause my body to cream.
We both began straightening our clothes then. I stood up and grabbed a final handful of his thick cock.
"Ooooo, shit!!!" he cried with a sensuous quiver in his voice. "Gawd-damn, Sally!!!"
When I looked down at his pants, there was a circle of cum on his pant leg the size of a silver dollar. I had to stand in front of him for the next four floors while the elevator crowded with passengers.
He never knew it, but I had my orgasm a long time before.
Chapter Eight
Kirk Matheson was another strong possibility. All the girls on the floor referred to him as the "the pincher". It was impossible to walk five feet around him without feeling his long, slender fingers pinching some part of your body. He was a real horny stud.
When he wasn't pinching one of the girls, he was seated behind his desk pulling on his cock. He even walked through the halls with one hand gripping his cock. Nobody on this earth could possibly love a pussy anymore than Kirk Matheson.
Like in the case of Pete, I didn't know if he attended orgies, but I had absolutely no doubt in my mind that he would attend one at the drop of a hat.
Personally, other than the pinches all the other girls received, I had never had an intimate encounter of any kind with him. But, I knew Rachel had-right there on the job. I walked in on them and caught them right in the act. To this day, neither of them know I was standing there watching them get-it-on in the storage room in the basement.
It was one of two storage rooms-the one anyone rarely used. It was only by happenstance that I had to go there that day to search for a dated file. That's when I walked in on them in the act.
The moment I stepped off the elevator and started walking down the long, narrow corridor, I realized I was walking up one hell of a raunchy scene. I was at least thirty feet from the closed door, but even at that distance I could hear Rachel's high-pitched, shrilled screams coming from beyond the closed door.
Her wet, saturated cunt was slurping and bubbling so loud it instantly brought a stimulation to my cunt. Whoever was humping her pussy, I thought to myself, was giving her one thrilling bang.
By the time I reached the door their sensuous murmurs were causing my body to build to an explosive eruption. I gently closed my fist around the doorknob and eased the door open.
First just a crack, but the moment I glimpsed her big ass humping his big dick as he lay stretched on his back on the long, wood table-her big, shapely thighs straddling him, her big pussy hugging it like a tight fist, her bobbing ass driving her cunt all the way down his rod, the lips of her pussy spreading with impact against his groin, I swung the door wide open.
It didn't matter, though. They were caught up in too much emotion to even realize I was standing there.
"Oooo, shit ... shit ... shit, this is a good dick," Rachel panted. "Give it to me ... I want to feel every inch of that dick up in me."
"You're one hell of a fuck, Rachel," his growling voice retaliated with much the same passion as hers. "I've been wanting this pussy a long time."
"You've got it now!" she responded. "Enjoy it!"
"How can I help but enjoy it? It's a hell of a good pussy. Just the kind of pussy I like. Hot, big and sweet."
"You like a big pussy, baby?"
"I love a big pussy, baby. Especially when it's a big pussy like yours."
"Tell me what it feels like. Kirk ... I want to know how my pussy makes you feel."
"It's big."
"Yes, baby," she panted.
"It's hot!"
"Yes, baby."
"It's deep!"
"Oh, yes, yes, yes, baby!!!"
"It makes me feel like I've got my dick stuck in a bed of quicksand the way your body sucks it up."
"What ... what does it do to you, baby ... tell me what it does to you. Hurry. I'm gonna cum!"
"I feel it sucking cum from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. That sweet pussy of yours is draining every ounce of cum from my body and still more."
"How does it make you feel?" she shouted with a passion-filled voice.
"It makes me want to scream!"
"Awwwww, shit, dammit, dammit, dammit!!!" she shouted.
Apparently that was just what she wanted to hear. Her body began to quiver and inside of seconds I see the white, sticky cum from her body sliding down the shaft of Kirk's dick onto his hairy jungle.
But, she wasn't finished and neither was he. Her body quickly picked up the rhythm of seconds before.
The wide stretched fingers of both of his hands then slid up her thighs, clamping around the soft cheeks of her wide ass with such force, even at the distance I was away from them, I could clearly see the impressions of his fingertips.
"Fuck this pussy, fuck this pussy," she moaned, her humping ass never missing a beat. If anything, the rhythm of her pumping ass seemed to increase with every word she spoke.
"Shit, you've got a good cunt," he panted, his fingers seeming to bury themselves even deeper into the flesh of her round ass. "Even when your, cunt is wet and sloppy, it's still good as hell. This is the kind of pussy I like to fuck."
"Then fuck it, baby, it's your pussy ... it's your pussy!"
"Ahhh ... shit," his raspy voice gasped pulling her ass down on his fuck rod until his rod disappeared from view. "Shit ... I'm going to cum ... shit, baby ... shit."
As if that was the one magic word she had been waiting for, in one swift movement, she slid off his dick, gripped it in her tight fist and slid it through her open lips, gobbling it until it was completely out of view.
She suddenly jerked her head back, holding only the swollen, sensitive head of his cock between her lips and began jacking on it like an air-hammer.
His strong, wide spread fingers reached out clamping her around the ball of her head, attempting fruitlessly to hold her head still while his grinding ass slammed his cock in and out her mouth with such vigor, each stroke literally snapped her head back. Standing there in the door, I feared he was going to snap her neck.
But, that was the way she enjoyed it. That much was obvious because the harder he pounded her, the more she smiled and the more passionately she stroked his prick.
"Bitch!!!" he cried out deliriously. "Suck that dick, suck that dick ... suck it like you enjoy it!!!"
She removed his cock from her mouth long enough to say, "I am enjoying it, baby! You've got my kind of cock. I love it!"
"Then suck it, shit," he cried pushing her head down until her mouth had swallowed every inch of his cock and her lips were pressing against his groin.
I had never swallowed an entire cock before. Especially a cock his size! Where did it all go, I wondered? It must have slid down her throat into her chest. Hell! He had a cock on him the length of a sausage.
She snatched his cock from her mouth a second time. This time to shout at the top of her voice: "Shit! I want to feel your cock in my pussy."
"Then climb on it, baby ... don't feel shy."
That was exactly what she did-straddling his body, gripping her cunt with both hands, spreading it as wide as she could get it, then lowered her body down gracefully on his erected prick.
Like when she swallowed his cock moments earlier, it completely disappeared from view. He reached for her small, firm tits, stuffing both nipples in his mouth at the same time and began gobbling them like a man fresh off a thirty day fast-biting, pulling, sucking-hungrily trying to pull them right out of their sockets.
From the stretch marks on her chest, clearly visible from where I was standing, it appeared he was nearly succeeding in doing just that.
But, it didn't seem to hurt her. Instead, the harder he pulled and bit into her nipples, the more aroused and the more frantic her body became and the more vigorously her slurping cunt swallowed up his cock.
"Harder, harder, harder," she panted. "Suck them harder!!!"
He did. Pulling furiously on her tits, squeezing them in his tight fist like straining oranges. Her head began pistoning the shaft of his cock with so much fiery passion, his body couldn't seem to lie still. Even I could sense it wouldn't be long before he'd spill his gism.
The thought no sooner crossed my mind when he shouted: "Ahhhh, shit, shit, shit!!"
With both hands he reached up and grabbed the soft cheeks of Rachel's ass, bringing it down forcibly on her fuck rod while his stiff body quivered.
"Oh, yes, oh, yes, yes, yes," Rachel moaned.
It was apparent to me when her body became stiff, and like his, began quivering, she too was experiencing an orgasm.
That's when I stepped back out of the room into the hall and eased the door shut. They never knew I was there.
* * *
Then there was "Sweet" Larry Hammond. That's what all the girls on the floor called him. A tall, handsome, clean-cut guy who always carried himself like the perfect gentleman.
He was the same age as the rest of us in the crowd-early or mid-twenties. But he acted much older and mature. He was always dressed conservatively in a suit and tie. Soft spoken. Nothing seemed to bother him.
I knew him for over a year and I had never once seen him angry. And he never spoke of sex around any of the girls, or used profanity. Except, that is, when he fucked!
None of the girls on the job, to my knowledge at least, could bare witness to that. But he had a very talkative girlfriend by the name of Cindy. She often picked him up from work and occasionally came down for lunch with the girls.
According to her, Larry was a natural fire-cracker in the bedroom. Creative and uninhibited. With him, she said, everything goes and then some. She said he was a terrific lover. The best she'd ever experienced.
Coming from her that was saying something! Although she was around my age, she had an arsenal of experience. Experiences she wasn't the least bit afraid or ashamed to share with anyone who'd listen.
Larry, she said, was exceptionally exotic and creative in love making. Her greatest thrill, she said, came from the time he literally sprayed her body from head to toe with whip cream.
Even her vagina was saturated with the cold, stimulating cream. To make her vagina even more sensuous still, he stuck a cherry between her lips that stuck out from her vagina a good inch.
Then he began sensuously licking her from toe to head, lapping up the whip cream. By the time he reached her thighs, she said, she was so "hot" her body was responding to his passion like a bucking bronco.
There were no words to describe the essence of the passion she felt, she said, when he literally ate the cherry right out of her snatch. His nibbling lips against her clitoris gave her a maddening sensation.
It was a ravenous feeling, she said. The cherry didn't just float from her pussy into his mouth the way she thought it would. Because by that time she had experienced so many orgasms, and her cunt was so heavily saturated with cream, her vagina felt like a raging river.
But they both soon found trapping the cherry was similar to a swimmer being caught in the undercurrents of the ocean. He had to literally suck the cherry from her cunt. It was an electrifying sensation!
Next to that, she said, she liked what he called his "Fourth of July Fuck"! This particular act he always performed in the garage on a mattress placed in the center of the floor.
Larry would have the garage rigged with every kind of fire-cracker and holiday explosive you could name. And while they made love on the mattress, the fire-crackers and explosives would continuously explode all around them.
Each explosion increasing their passion, causing them to cum in sequence with the fiery burst. It was love making with terror; love making with excitement; love making with beauty. And, to top it all off, Larry was a terrific banger. A cunt-buster!
The one weird form of sex they enjoyed, she said, a natural thrill a minute but scary as hell, was the one she called: Night Crawlers.
That was one of the few gadget-fucks Larry didn't create by himself. They discovered this one together-and, by sheer accident.
They had gone on a fishing weekend excursion. And, as usual, Larry brought along his favorite bait-a bucket of fat, slimy worms. Night crawlers.
That night in their heated passion of making love, they accidentally knocked over the bucket of worms and the worms began crawling all over them.
Over their naked bodies, between their legs, in their ears and even through the seam of their asses.
The sensation was exquisite. Exotic, erotic-a cum-building thrill generated by their every slimy, sensuous move. That quickly became Larry's favorite.
"Sweet" Larry Hammond! Who would've ever thought such a sweet, quiet, innocent looking guy could be such a gadget-fuck-greak?
I wasn't certain if he attended orgies like the ones Geneva hosted, but if he was there that night, he might easily have been the guy who stole my cherry.
He had never made any promiscuous advances towards me, but that was no indication he didn't want to fuck me. And, according to Cindy, though he looked and acted like a gentleman in public, he was easily one of the horniest studs she'd ever met.
Could Larry have busted my cherry?
I wondered.
Chapter Nine
It seemed like 4:30 would never come. After spending the better part of the day thinking about all those sexy studs parading back and forth in the office, my panties felt like I had just slipped them on after a fresh wash without the aid of a dryer. They were literally soaked.
I was feeling so horny I was afraid if I didn't get home soon and reach either Dyke or Smokey right away, I'd probably snatch the first man on the street I saw and literally fuck the hell out of him.
I was in luck.
Smokey answered the phone on the first ring.
"I got your message on my answering machine and I was shocked," he said pleasantly. "After that wrestling match we had last time, I figured I'd be the last person on earth you'd ever want to see again."
That brought back memories. Only he'd be surprised to hear they weren't nearly as bad as he imagined.
He was licking my pussy and I was enjoying it immensely. As a matter of fact, I enjoyed everything he did to me that night. Even when he titty-fucked me.
Gawd!
That was an experience.
I had my tits sucked more times than I dared to count. A couple of times, guys even rubbed their balls against them. But Smokey was the first guy who had ever fucked them.
They weren't big tits, but for me I think that's what made it all so sensuous. Every stroke he made with his bald-headed cock touched the hard sensitive nipples of my tits. It left my body with a sensation that had me creaming with every plunge.
But the ultimate thrill came watching the head of his cock swell to twice its normal size and then begin spitting gism all over my neck and chest.
I experienced an orgasm then that caused my body to literally shake the bed, even with his two hundred pound weight on top of me.
I wanted to scream I felt so good. But because another couple was in the next room and he didn't want them to hear us, he stuffed his still dripping cock in my open mouth.
His gism was sweet and electrifying. Stimulating, arousing-wanting him to stick his sweet dick in my virgin cunt, but, I held off! That was what provoked the wrestling match he was making reference to.
"I've been doing a lot of thinking about that night myself," I confessed.
"You have?"
"Yes, I have! And you want to know the conclusion I've come up with?"
"What's that?" he asked eagerly.
"I think I owe you another opportunity."
"You do?" he shouted so loud I thought he was going to burst my ear drum.
"Yes, I do. If you're going to be home in the next hour, I think now is as good a time as any to give you that opportunity."
"Oh, I'll be home alright. You just hurry up and get here."
There was no doubt in my mind by the sound of his voice he was anxious for that second chance. But I didn't know just how really anxious he was until I set foot in his apartment.
His eyes told me he wanted to literally devour me. And that magnificent bulge in his pants left little doubt in my mind he was every bit as horny as I was.
I was wondering when he stared me in the eyes with that ravenous glint in his eyes if he could see I was dying to climb in bed with him. Only this time I had no intentions of stopping him from doing anything he wanted to do to me.
I was his to ravish and devour any way he desired. I not only wanted to know if he was really the one who had got my cherry at Geneva's party, I was also just as eager to feel his stiff prick in my cunt. And I knew he was just as eager to ram it up in me.
"This is your lucky day, Smokey," I said walking across the threshold.
His heated eyes followed me across the living room floor.
I could feel them burning through my clothes like a hot dick between my thighs.
"Maybe I'm not the lucky one," he replied. "Wait until you see what I've got in store for you first. Then tell me which one of us was the lucky one!"
Ten minutes later I was lying across his king-size water-bed on my stomach in the complete nude. Smokey was standing at the foot of the bed wearing an identical suit.
I was disappointed.
With my head pointed towards the headboard, I couldn't see his juicy cock.
Suddenly I felt a passionate wave ripple beneath me, caused by his body settling on the bed between my wide spread legs.
"You like massages?" he asked low and sultry.
I didn't know quite how to answer him. I'd had guys run their hot fingers up and down my body for brief moments, but never a total , sensuous massage. But if that was what he wanted to do to me, I was all for it.
"No two are alike." I answered, not wanting to appear naive. "Let me feel that Smokey Randolph touch."
"Lay back, Lady, and relax. I'm going to give you the thrill of your life."
He was doing a lot of bragging, I thought. It made me wonder if he was really any good at all.
I'd know soon!
I was there.
He was there.
I was his to ravish.
Ravish me, he did! When I felt the soft, hot moisture followed by his soft, sensuous fingertips on my achilles tendon, I knew he was bathing me with some kind of body lotion.
His fingertips were softy, yet strong in an odd kind of way and well experienced. Just the touch of his hot fingertips was enough to scramble my hormones and fill my body with passionate desires.
I began feeling drops of the soft, moist body lotion being spread sensuously all over my body. Then came those hot, soft fingertips on my ankle moving exotically up my legs onto my thighs. Gentle, tender fingers igniting my emotions, leaving me squirming on the bed like a worm.
Then his hands reached my ass-tenderly spreading my cheeks-the heated drops of lotion filling my asshole, trickling onto my vagina. Yet his fingers continued to move with both speed and grace.
My breathing was becoming heavier, incoherent. My body causing the water-bed to send off a series of waves beneath me, making me feel as though I was caught in a cyclone. A cyclone of passion.
His hands continued to move up my body. Around my back touching my breast. But, again, they didn't linger. As quickly as they touched them, they continued to move on. As though they were searching for something. I didn't know what that could be, but I was hopeful they found whatever it was soon, because my body felt like a three-alarm fire.
"Shit, Smokey," I cooed, "what're you doing to me?"
"Don't talk!" he commanded softly. "Just lie there and enjoy it."
"I am enjoying it, shit!"
"It gets better still, Sally, believe me."
That was what I was afraid of. I didn't know how much more of those hot fingertips I could take. I already felt like screaming.
His fingers were moving up my neck into my ear. Damn! His little fingers were stroking in and out my ear like a cock stroking a pussy. I was dying to squeeze my hand around his prick.
Something happened then. Either the bed had sprung a leak, or I was creaming like a river. Suddenly my stomach was soaked.
Just when I thought I had experienced the ultimate in ear-fucking, he lowered his mouth to the side of my face and began blowing his hot, stimulating breath in my ear.
"Shit!!!" I screamed.
"Easy, baby," he moaned passionately.
"Easy?!" I cried out. "How can you expect me to take it easy when you've got my pussy on fire?"
"We'll take care of that at the proper time, baby. Right now, just lie back and enjoy."
Little did he know even his hot breath in my ear when he spoke was sending waves of hot, steaming passion surging through my body.
I felt his hot hands in my hair, touching the main, gently stroking my hair in a stimulating back-stroke.
Had he not been straddling my body holding me down, the passion consuming my body would have had me bucking like a bronco in heat.
"Ohhh, shit, shit, shit!!!" I panted. "Gawd-damn, this is good."
That was all I could say to express the passion surging through my body when his fingertips began rapidly tapping against my body from head to toe at the same time he bathed my body with his hot breath.
His fiery fingertips feeling like electrical shocks, his hot breath like an exotic gusher of passion.
"Stop, stop, stop!!! Shit!!!!" I screamed deliriously. "Gawd-damn, I can't take anymore of this. I want your cock."
"If that's what you want, that's what you can have, baby. Anything Sally wants!"
In the same breath he turned me over gently on the bed flat on my back. Then he slapped his thick, stiff cock down on my chest and gently covered his hard dick with my tits.
"Ohhh, yes, yes, yes," I heard myself moan as his body began pushing his dick in and out my tits in a slow, grinding, circular motion.
"You like that, baby?" he panted.
"Yes, yes-hell, yes. I love it, dammit!"
"What're you going to do when it spits, baby?"
"What'd you want me to do?"
"Catch it in your mouth."
The head of his cock was a good eight inches from my mouth.
"Can it spit that far, baby?" I asked dubiously.
He chuckled.
"Just wait and see," he replied confidently.
"I promise you one thing," I moaned. "If it can spit this far, I'm damn sure you'll drink it."
He took my hands and placed them on top of my tits. He arched his back then, pumping his dick through my tits with long, hard strokes as though he was banging on a pussy.
He reached behind him then, gripping my cunt and slid his fat finger up my vagina. When I say fat finger, that's exactly what I meant.
If I wasn't watching his bald, sensitive head peeping out at me through my tits with every plunge he made, I would've sworn he had his cock stuffed up my pussy. That's the way his finger filled my cunt.
"Yes, yes," he murmured, his body beginning to lose control in the fervor of passion, "I like fuckin' your tits."
"I like the way you fuck them, too," I responded in a similar manner.
"Damn, your pussy's wet, Sally."
"Make it wetter, baby. Make it even wetter, please!"
The way his thick cock was banging my chest and the hard, deep, plunging strokes his finger was gorging my cunt told me he was trying to do just that.
"Pump it, baby, pump it!" I moaned.
"You've got a big, sweet pussy on you, Sally," he panted. "I like women with big pussies."
"It's not that big," I replied in my delirium.
He chuckled.
"It's big enough," he stated. "I've already got three fingers up your cunt and there's room for still more."
I tried to laugh, but my laughter was choked with passion-filled emotions.
His thick dick seemed to be growing. At least it was poking further and further out through my tits. Maybe he could spit that far after all, I thought. Maybe he really could fill my mouth with his sweet gism.
I slid my hands up his hefty, hairy thighs. One hand gripping his balls, the other sliding inside the seam of his ass-gripping his soft cheek firmly, squeezing it with all the passion in me.
He liked that.
Damn, he liked it!
He began pushing his thick dick through my tits with more vigor.
I had no doubts now.
That bald, swollen head of his was capable of spitting that distance.
"Gawd-damn," his raspy voice moaned, "I feel it coming now ... I'm gonna cum in a minute, Sally. You ready to get one, too?"
I almost laughed at that. Get one? Hell, I'd already cummed so many times I wasn't sure there was another climax left in my cum bank.
"Get it, baby," I shouted, "it's your turn now. Get it, dammit!!!"
He shook his head profusely.
"I don't want it, baby, if you don't cum with me."
Now I knew there was more reserve in my cum bank. Just the sound of his passionate voice was assembling my hormones for one gigantic eruption.
I had squirmed across the bed until I was lying diagonally, shifting his weight on top of me like he didn't weigh an ounce.
"I can cum," I shouted emotionally. "I can cum, baby!"
"When?" his trembling voice wanted to know.
"Any ... any time you're ready."
"Ahhh, shit-gawd-damn," he cried, "it's coming, baby-it's coming."
He didn't have to tell me that. One look at that swollen head of his poking through my tits told me it was full of enough gism to douse a three-alarm fire.
I wanted to tell him I was about to cum with him, when his thick head exploded, showering my face like a fire hose.
His hot gism filled my eyes and nose and then he stuffed his meaty wad in my mouth. It was so long and thick that even at semi-hard, it slithered down the shaft of my throat and left a bulge the size of a clenched fist in my mouth.
I locked both hands around his balls and began squeezing them.
Strangling them in a death grip of fervor.
He enjoyed it.
I enjoyed it.
It was creating a new wave of passion in both of us.
"Ohhh, damn, damn, damn!!!!" he moaned in a soft, cooing fashion. "Damn, you can suck a cock, Sally. Damn."
I continued to squeeze on his nut sack until I felt the last drop of his hot, sweet gism slide down my throat, exploding with sensuous passion in the pit of my stomach.
No, I thought, lying on the bed next to him gasping for breath-my fingers wrapped around his soft cock, his hand gripping my cunt-while we waited patiently for our vigorous, pumping heartbeats to return to normal.
No! He wasn't the one who had stole my cherry at Geneva's party. But, I wasn't totally disappointed. The evening hadn't been a complete bust. My search hadn't ended, true enough-I'd still have to continue my hunt, but, nonetheless, I had been given one hell of a thrill in the course.
I was learning.
Learning things I'd never imagined before.
I never knew there were so many ways of reaching an orgasm until I began my search.
Damn.
For the thrills I'd been experiencing over the past few days, I was beginning to think having my cherry stolen at Geneva's house was worth it.
Yet, I still wasn't satisfied. I still had to find that special cock. That monster cock that caused my body to experience feelings it had never felt before.
Feeling sensations I didn't know it was capable of feeling. That gigantic, monster cock had set a fire in my body no one else thus far had been able to put out.
And how could I forget that deep, sexy voice telling me: "Just hold on tight, baby! Let me do all the work!"
His deep voice alone was enough to cause my pussy to fill with passion. And when he touched me with those large, exotic hands and penetrated my vagina through the back door, I found myself running like an April shower.
How could I forget a fuck like that?
How could I ever forget such a thrill?
How could I ever abandon my search for that sweet, monster cock?
But, I was becoming afraid. Afraid of the fact I was rapidly running out of possible candidates. There was only Dyke Simpson left.
Suppose he wasn't the one?
What did I do then?
Where did I go?"
Where did I look?
Did I give up then?
Hell, no!
I'd never abandon my search.
That juicy dick was out there somewhere.
That juicy cock had attended Geneva's party.
If, necessary, I'd get a list of every stud who attended that party from her and fuck every one of them until I found that juicy cock. There was no doubt in my mind, I'd never be totally satisfied by a fuck until I did.
Chapter Ten
Though I was well satisfied when I left Smokey Randolph's house, I was still somewhat disappointed. We took a thirty minute rest break then went at the action of making love a second time.
It was as exciting and creative as our earlier experience. Titty-fucking and hardcore, passionate sucking. But, we didn't fuck! That was the disappointing part.
As big, stiff and hard as that meat was swinging between his thighs, I knew he was capable of giving me a hell of a thrill. But for some reason he seemed to have a fetish that was limited to titty-fucking and sucking.
Maybe, I thought, he was fearful of getting me pregnant with that hunk of meat of his.
That was a laugh!
If that monster cock hadn't planted a baby in my womb, no one was capable of doing it.
Besides, at the rate I'd been getting dicked over the past few days-as fast as one dick was dropping that sperm in my womb, another dick was knocking it out.
Pregnant?
That was a laugh!
It was still early evening when I left Smokey Randolph's house. Slightly past eight o'clock. I still had time to look up Dyke Simpson, but, frankly, I wasn't certain my body could stand the strain.
Smokey Randolph had a strange way of fucking, but I never said he wasn't electrifying! I sucked on his cock so long, my jaws were tired. His fat fingers had gorged my pussy until it felt sore and tender.
Not to mention the fact I had experienced so many orgasms, I felt physically exhausted. It was all I could do to drag myself from his house to my car parked in the drive.
No!
I wouldn't go to Dyke Simpson's house. I'd pass on that for the moment. I'd naturally never fucked Dyke before but I had a feeling he was one powerful stud. Too powerful for me at the moment.
I wasn't just out to find the stud belonging to that juicy, monster cock. As long as I had to go the route, I figured I might as well get a good fuck out of it as well.
That meant I had to give as much as I was taking in. And at the moment, I didn't feel I could do either one of them.
But, by the same token, that didn't mean I couldn't continue on with my search for Mr. Gooddick! That meant paying Geneva another visit. She was my one and only hope. The only other thing I had to hope was that she wasn't in the mood for any sex herself.
I still vividly remembered the way she made my body feel with our first experience. It was a feeling I enjoyed. But that was the problem. I enjoyed it so much, I wasn't certain I had the strength or the desire to refuse her advances even now.
But, I had to see her.
She was the key!
She, and she alone, knew the names of everyone who had attended the party that night.
Names I thought I wouldn't need, but I was rapidly running out of suspects. It was beginning to look as though anyone who had attended the party that night was a viable possibility.
If he had a dick, he was a candidate.
* * *
I felt a sense of relief when I swung behind the white sportster parked in Geneva's driveway. Geneva drove a long, four door sedan. That meant she had company. And if I knew Geneva as well as I thought I did, that meant her company was someone she could fuck.
If she was already engaged in fucking, that meant she wouldn't be desiring me. I felt a sense of relief because deep, down inside-although my body felt tired, sore and exhausted, I still desired her. It wouldn't have taken much persuasion on her part for me to climb in bed with her. Not much persuasion at all.
When I reached the front door I was certain my suspicions were right. And I knew something else. Her date wasn't just a date-it was a hot date! This one was raucous with a capital "K"!!!
The front door was open and through the screen door I saw a long string of male and female clothes on the floor that started at the threshold of the living room and stretched all the way to the bedroom in the rear of the house.
The odd part was the very first piece of clothing on the floor-lying right inside the door-were Geneva's red, laced panties.
Gawd, I thought, they must have got it on right there.
The moment they stepped inside the door.
It must have really been some kind of hot date.
Raunchy!
Horny!
A real righteous fuck!
Something else I realized just by looking at the scattered clothes on the floor was that he also had to be some kind of acrobat, too.
Either he had his cock stuck up her pussy all the way to that bedroom, or a handful of fingers up her cunt. The puzzling part was how they managed to undress in that position.
No doubt about it.
He had to be an acrobat.
I didn't have to wait long to learn the answer to the riddle. The moment I peeped inside the bedroom, everything became clear.
He was a big man. A total stranger to me, but tall, thick and muscular. He was standing nude in the center of the floor. His hard, long cock poking out in front of him like a flag pole.
It wasn't just a cock, it was more like a mini-missile. At least ten inches in length and three inches round. The bald, naked head of his cock was nearly the size of my clenched fist. A real cunt-buster!
And, he was as strong as he was muscular. So strong, he was able to prop Geneva on his shoulders-her thighs straddling his face-her cunt level with his mouth. And he was taking full advantage of it, lapping on her cunt in the fashion people devour a gourmet meal.
The sensation must have been sublime, because Geneva was shouting in a state of delirium: "Eat it, eat it, eat my pussy. Claude."
Claude tried to speak but whatever he said was garbled with Geneva's heavy flow of saturation that seeped from the sides of his mouth down the side of his face.
Her humping body was shoving her cunt against his face with such force, his toupee was gradually sliding down the back of his head.
He was a big, muscular man but like the old saying goes: Pussy can make any man a baby! I was witnessing that at that very moment. Every time Geneva slammed her pussy in his face, he moaned and his knees buckled under him.
I was dying to see him drop her down on the bed behind him and burl that horse-dick of his up her cunt. I wanted to know the kind of passion it was capable of generating.
If I couldn't have the pleasure and joy of experiencing it myself (and that thought did cross my mind), I wanted to see first-hand if there was a human body capable of swallowing that mini-missile.
If, anyone could however, I felt confident it was Geneva. I was certain of one thing, she'd give it one hell of a try.
Again, my wait was a short one. The thought no sooner crossed my mind when he eased her down gently on the bed and crawled up between her open legs, guiding his fat cock like a flashlight through a dark tunnel.
The moment his thick head touched the entrance of Geneva's vagina, I knew she was going to experience the thrill of her life.
"Oooo, shit," she gasped, "I feel full already and you don't even have all your head inside me."
He chuckled boastfully.
"I like your tight pussy, Genny," he panted exhibiting the same kind of passion I heard in Geneva's voice.
Tight pussy, I thought!
I'd fucked Geneva and I knew she didn't have a tight pussy.
But, in comparison to his fat cock, I suppose any pussy would seem to be tight.
He had little trouble sliding the next nine inches up her cunt, once he had gorged his thick head inside her.
Her body went wild.
Spinning around his cock like a spinning top. Her breathing instantly becoming short, rapid and filled with passion.
She locked her arms around his neck-her legs locked in a death-grip around his back. His large hands held her by the cheeks of her ass, high off the bed. They must have been gentle hands-because they didn't seem to stop her ass from spinning in a circular motion. Nor did her deathlike grip stop him from arching his back-pumping inch after inch of dick in and out her slurping, smacking cunt. The bed was banging the wall like a boxer on a punching bag-the floor of the room trembling like an earthquake.
"Gawd-damn, this a good pussy," Claude's deep voice bellowed. "Hot, tight and juicy."
"Shit ... it's your pussy tonight, Claude. Fuck it, baby, fuck it ... make me dream of this fuck for days-years ... forever!!! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."
"How ... how do you like it, baby-hard, slow and easy or do you want me to simply ravish it? Huh, baby, how do you like it? I can do it all ... all I need to know from you is how you want it!"
"Oh, oh, oh-shit!!!" she cried out.
"What's wrong, baby?" he asked compassionately.
"Damn, baby, I felt that cock of yours in my stomach. It felt like you were pushing my stomach up in my chest."
"Sorry, baby," he said apologetically. "Your pussy is just so damn good I got carried away."
"No, don't ... don't apologize, baby," she moaned. "I want to feel that thrill again. Can you give it to me?"
He chuckled boastfully, again.
"I can give you anything you want, baby," he said confidently.
Apparently, he was speaking the truth. He eased Geneva's body down on the bed, gripping her in the calves of her legs and pressed her thighs against her breast, spreading her large tits across her chest.
Then he settled himself down comfortably between her legs and began grinding his hips in a slow, circular motion. It looked like a slow, gently fuck from where I was standing, but it couldn't have been as gentle as it looked.
Geneva's body lurched at the end of each stroke at least a good inch-as though his cock was literally shoving her forward.
"Is that it, baby?" he asked confidently.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes," she cooed. "You've got a sweet dick on you ... I love that dick."
"Not as much as I love that pussy of yours. I love a wet, hot pussy."
"Ohhh, s-h-i-t!!!" she screamed. "You hit that damn spot again. Damn it feels good."
He chuckled.
"Is that where you like it, baby?"
"You know I do!"
"Tell me."
"I love it there! I love it there! I love it there, dammit!"
"Where?" He shifted his body. "Here?"
"Shit! It's ... it's good there too, baby."
"But that's not the spot, is it? The spot that makes you cream like a gawd-damn virgin."
"I ... I ... don't know," she moaned softly. "It ... it feels so damn good I don't know exactly where the spot is. Everywhere you touch me it feels so gawd-damn good I feel like having an orgasm-hell, I think I do."
He shifted his body to the left and drove his fat cock in her with such vigor, she slid up the bed a good three inches and her eyes stretched to the size of silver dollars.
"Damn, damn, damn," she screamed.
I didn't have to be in her place to know when she shouted: "Damn," she wasn't hollering from pain. The expression on her face and the way she locked her fingers around the cheeks of his ass told me she was in sensual heaven.
"Was that the spot?" he wanted to know.
This time when she spoke her voice was filled with so much emotion her words came out as a faint whisper.
"Gawd ... I don't know where the hell that spot is! All ... all I know is you're giving my pussy the fuck of it's life. Just ... please ... please ... don't stop!!! P-l-e-a-s-e!!!"
"I have no intentions of stopping, baby. Not until I make this pussy feel the way it wants to feel."
"It does, baby, it does! But, please don't stop!"
He shifted his body again. This time to the right. Now, for the first time I had a perfect view of his thick dick plunging in and out Geneva's stretched vagina.
I knew from experience she had a big pussy, but I never realized it was so deep. He was sliding every inch of his mile long dick up in her to the point his balls were banging against the cheeks of her ass.
And, even stranger still to me, she seemed to be taking it all with ease. The way she was handling his cock, I wouldn't have doubted she still could have taken at least six more inches.
"Oh, oh, oh-shit, you hit that bastard that time ... shit!"
"Where, baby?" he cried excitedly.
"Just hole it right there. Don't move, dammit!"
The way her fingers clamped around the cheeks of his ass and she raised her butt up off the bed and began swirling around on his cock at what seemed like a hundred miles an hour, I was convinced she could have easily taken six more inches of dick.
Every centimeter of his dick was up her cunt and her vagina was swallowing it as though it had fallen into a bed of quicksand.
The room was beginning to sound like a Chinese New Year's festival. The slurping and smacking had taken on the sound of popping as their heated bodies banged relentlessly against one another.
Even before Clause said it, I could tell by the stiffness of his body he was nearing a climax. Gawd, I thought, with the cock the size of his and those swollen balls the size of my tits, he'd probably release a burst of gism that would swell her stomach.
"Gawd-damn, Genny," he shouted, "I'm gonna cum ... dammit!!!"
"Let it go," she cried deliriously, "I wanna cum with you."
"Are you ready, baby?"
"Yes, yes ... hell, yes!!!"
His deep voice filled the room like an echo in a canyon.
"Ahhh, shit, shit, shit!" he groaned.
His body becoming stiff as a board, his hands digging into her ass until it appeared he was cutting off her blood circulation.
Then suddenly he sprang to his knees between her legs and snatched his cock from inside her vagina, holding it firmly in his grasp over her stomach.
The hot, gism flowed from his cock onto her stomach like a river.
Gawd, I thought, if he had dropped all that wad inside her she'd look at least six months pregnant, but it must have been a stimulating feeling. Because it made Geneva scream: "Oh, shit, shit, shit!!!" she cried out frantically. "I'm cumming ... I'm cumming ... I'm cumming!!!"
Chapter Eleven
When Claude left I followed Geneva in the bathroom while she took a much needed bath.
"How long were you standing there watching?" she asked covering herself with the hot, sudsy water.
"Long enough to see him give your pussy the suck of its life. After that, I had to watch him devour your snatch with that fat, long dick of his."
She laughed.
"He's some kind of dicksman, isn't he?"
I sighed.
"I'll say he is. He's got the fattest, longest dick I've ever seen."
She smiled.
"And it's every bit as sweet and thrilling as it looks," Geneva acknowledged. "I saw you standing in the door when he sprinkled my stomach with all that hot, sweet cum."
"You did? You ... you weren't angry, were you? I ... I mean I didn't mean to spy on you. I came over here to talk. I had no idea you'd have company-least of all be right in the middle of a good fuck like that."
"But when you saw that monster wad you couldn't tear yourself away, could you?"
I bowed my head shamefully.
"No, I couldn't! Worst that that, I wished I was in your place."
She chuckled.
"Don't worry about it, Sally. Frankly, had the situation been reversed, I would've did the same thing you did."
"Then you're not angry?"
She shook her head negatively.
"The only thing that upsets me is why you didn't come in and join us. Believe me, there was enough dick there for the both of us."
I agreed with her wholeheartedly. There was enough dick there to supply a WAC detachment and then some. Strange, but though I was fascinated with what I saw, it never occurred to me to join the party.
"I could've used a fuck like that," I told her.
She shrugged.
"Look, Sally," she preached, "I don't harbor any of those funny little hangups about a particular dick or cunt belongs to me."
"What'd you mean?"
"I mean if you ever come in here in the future and catch me riding a dick or sucking on a pussy, feel free to jump right in. My philosophy has always been the more the merrier."
I wished I had known that before, I thought. As tired as my body was at the moment, I wouldn't have hesitated for a moment to climb in the bed with that boulder cock. It would have been a thrill just seeing if I could swallow it with the grace Geneva did.
But I think I would have been more curious to know if I could have sucked the cum out of it. It was a mouthful, there was no doubt about that. But, I'd been told I had one of the best heads around.
I'd never sucked a cock of any size where I didn't have the guy literally screaming. Gawd! Wouldn't it have been a thrill watching a guy his size and build screaming!
That probably would have been enough to have me creaming all over myself by itself. Yes, Sally, I thought, you really passed up one golden opportunity.
"How long have you known him?" I asked. "I don't ever remember seeing him around here before, or heard you mention his name. His name was Claude, wasn't it?"
She thought for a moment in silence.
"Claude ... ?" she muttered faintly.
"I could swear I heard you call him Claude," I said.
She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly.
"Well, if that's what you heard me call him, that must be his name."
I don't know why I hadn't expected an answer like that from Geneva. Anyone else, it might've sounded strange, but not Geneva Black. When she saw a cock she liked, she went after it-regardless of where it was.
She wasn't shy about anything, and nothing could embarrass her. She was easily the horniest person I knew-male or female.
"Where'd you meet him?" I asked.
"On the bus."
"On the bus?"
She nodded.
"When?" I inquired.
"A couple of hours ago, I guess."
Now that did surprise me.
I knew Geneva was swift, but I was under the impression she got to know them first.
She went on to explain, "The bus was crowded and we were both standing. Every time that bus swerved, it threw him up against me and I felt that hard cock against my ass."
I laughed.
"By the time that bus had swerved the third time," she continued, "I had already experienced an orgasm."
I laughed again.
"I knew right then there was no way that cock was going to get off the bus without me," she said.
"Apparently, he felt the same way."
"What'd you mean?"
She shrugged.
"The bastard followed me off the bus ten blocks from his stop."
This time we both laughed.
"What did he say to you?" I asked inquisitively.
She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly.
"It was short, sweet and direct."
"What?"
"He asked me if I wanted to fuck."
"What did you say?"
"I asked him, his place or mine!"
Like before, we both laughed.
"First, though," she explained, "I had to go with him to pick up his car from the shop, that was almost eight blocks away."
She smiled mischievously.
I knew there was more to the story than she was telling.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
She chuckled.
"I was just thinking, that was the most thrilling walk I've ever had in my life."
That left me baffled.
"How can a simple eight block walk be thrilling?" I wanted to know.
She looked at me and smiled.
"You ever walk down the street with the guy's hand inside your coat and his finger up your ass?"
No, I hadn't.
But leave it to Geneva to come up with something so creative and thrilling.
"Didn't the people on the street notice what was going on?"
"I wasn't so worried about them noticing the movements of his hand. I was more concerned with them noticing the cum running down my leg."
I laughed.
Then Geneva added: ' 'It could've been a lot worst, though."
"How do you mean?"
She shrugged.
"I was thinking about that bus."
"What about the bus?"
"It's a good thing he was standing behind me when that bus made its swerves."
"What'd you mean?"
"Had he been facing me and that cock of his slid between my legs every time that bus swerved, I might've fucked him right there on the bus in front of everyone."
We both laughed.
"You know there's a law against that," I snickered. "They call it indecent exposure."
She shrugged.
"It would've been more indecent to let a cock like that get away."
We laughed.
I watched Geneva climb out of the bath tub and begin drying herself off with a towel. She had a perfectly shaped body. No wonder she was able to attract so many men, I thought.
Then, after a second thought, I realized she was able to attract women just as easily. Because as I sat there on the stool watching her, I found my emotions beginning to stir.
If we didn't get out of that bathroom soon, I thought, she might wind up finding herself having to fuck again. Only this time, she'd have to fuck me.
Just then she turned to me wrapping the large towel around her body, knotting it around her breast.
"What did you want to talk to me about, Sally?"
My thoughts were so engrossed with fucking her, that she caught me completely off guard.
"Talk ... ?" I stammered.
She nodded.
"You said you came over here tonight to talk. It must be pretty important to bring you over here on a work night at this hour."
I glanced at my watch.
It was almost ten o'clock.
"What I mean," Geneva continued, "is I happen to know if you aren't out on a date, you'll usually be in the bed asleep on a work night."
She was right.
If I wasn't on a date, I usually was in bed by nine o'clock.
"I wanted to ask you about the party," I said.
"That same party we talked about before?"
I nodded.
"The same one."
She smirked.
"Come on, let's go in the living room and sit down."
I followed her into the living room where she sat on the same chair she was sitting in the last time we talked and I was seated in the same position on the sofa.
She crossed her legs and like before I had a clear view of her hairy cunt. Only last time she was staring back at me. This time she wasn't! She was busy filing her fingernails in an unconcerned manner.
I should've understood it. After that go-round she had just experienced with that boulder size cock, sex was probably the furtherest thought from her mind.
I should have been able to understand that. And to a degree I did. Nevertheless, I still felt a sense of rejection. I wanted her to feel some of the same passion going through her body that was going through mine at that very moment.
"So?" she asked breaking my deep concentration. "What do you want to talk about that night that I haven't already told you?"
"I'm running out of suspects?" I confessed, able to shake the temptations of lust from my mind for the first time since Geneva had stepped from the tub.
"Running out of suspects?" she questioned. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means I've fucked all the guys you saw standing around my bedroom door with the exception of Dyke Simpson."
She hunched her shoulders.
"So? Maybe he's the one!"
"But, ... suppose he's not?"
She sighed irritably.
"Look, honey, go on and fuck the sucker. If it's not him, worry about it then."
"But what do I do then?" I asked bewilderedly.
The look she gave me told me she was fed-up with the whole situation. No doubt she wanted to tell me to get out of her face with that talk, but she wouldn't say it.
Our friendship was much too sacred for anything like that. And as much as I knew she dreaded the topic, I knew she'd tell me everything I wanted to know. That's the kind of friendship we shared.
"What ... what is it you want to know, Sally?" she said disgustedly.
"The names of every guy who attended the party that night."
Her eyes lighted up like fluorescent lamps. I knew she thought I was ready for the straight-jacket then.
"The names of all the guys who attended the party that night?" she cried astonishly.
I nodded.
"I have to know the names of all of them, Geneva."
Chapter Twelve
For a moment she just sat there staring at me as though she thought I had just flipped my lid. Or, was she too numb to move, I wondered. Finally, after what seemed like forever, she spoke.
"Sally," she exclaimed, "do you know what you're asking?"
I nodded.
"I wouldn't be asking this of you, Geneva, if it wasn't important. It's very important to me."
"That's obvious!"
"Then will you help me?"
She sighed heavily.
"You know I'd help you if I could, Sally. But ... but what you're asking is next to ... to ... impossible."
"Why?"
"There's no way I can recall the names of every guy who attended the party. Hell, a lot of them just popped in for a moment and left. As ... as a matter of fact, I'm not even sure who stayed and who didn't. Or ... who was still around when you were being fucked. There's ... there's just no way I can help you, Sally."
At that moment I felt like the rug had just been snatched from under me. All my hopes were gone. Either Dyke Simpson was my mysterious lover or his identity was gone forever. I'd never know the name of the man who robbed me of my cherry.
All women talked of their first fuck and their first lover as though it was something sacred and special. I wanted that feeling as well. I wanted to share with others my first experience.
Oh, yes! I could tell them with conviction it was a super thrill. That, it was. but when they asked me the name of my first fuck, I'd have to confess I didn't know.
I wasn't prepared to accept that. Nor was I prepared to simply give up. Someone robbed me of my cherry that night. Someone who had attended Geneva's party. Someone had to know who that person was.
"Even if I could tell you the names of every guy who attended the party that night," Geneva said, "what could you do about it?"
Strange! But until she asked that question, I realized I hadn't got that far in my plan.
"I ... I don't know," I confessed.
She shrugged.
"One thing's certain, you damn sure couldn't fuck them all. Even I couldn't do that." Then after a pause, Geneva snickered and muttered softly, "but, it might be fun giving it a try."
"What ... what am I going to do, Geneva?" I asked in desperation.
She sighed.
"Face it, Sally, there's only so much you can do. Frankly, I think you gave it a hell of a go."
Maybe she thought I had done a good job, but the fact still remained I still didn't have the slightest idea who I slept with at Geneva's party and I was rapidly running out of candidates.
The fact was, I was down to one!
"You're familiar with a lot of those big cock dudes who were at the party Friday night, Geneva," I said. "You must have some kind of idea which one of them was capable of giving me the thrill of my life."
She snickered.
"Yeah," she agreed, "I am familiar with a lot of those big dick studs who frequent my parties, but, by the same token, there are a lot of those sweet cocks I haven't had the pleasure of sleeping with yet."
She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly.
"What it all boils down to Sally is using your approach, you'd only be grabbing at straws."
She sighed.
"Hell! You could go through every guy I know and it still might not be the guy you're looking for.''
"What'd you mean?"
"What I mean is it could've been some stud I don't even know. Some stud who wandered in the party for the first time that night."
"Wandered in, got my cherry, then disappeared," I concluded downheartedly. "That would be just my luck."
Geneva laughed.
"There is one good side to all this, though," she said.
"What's that?" I muttered.
She shrugged.
"You got yourself one hell of a good fuck out the deal. That makes it almost worth not knowing who the bastard was!"
Chapter Thirteen
Going to work the next day was a real downer. At first what looked like a sure-fire method of learning the identity of my mysterious lover had suddenly dwindled to an impossibility right before my eyes.
I was down to a single possibility!
Dyke Simpson.
The worst part was, I didn't want it to be Dyke Simpson.
That was the real downer.
Dyke was an all right guy. A lot of fun. A decent looking guy. A guy wearing a muscular physique resembling Mr. Atlas. But he never really turned me on. Not like some of the guys I dated had.
Sucking his cock, I knew from experience he carried a three pound hunk of meat swinging between his thighs.
His voice was deep enough to have been my mysterious lover.
He was even the right height and weight.
That's what frightened me.
He just might've been the one!
Damn!
The more I thought about it, the stronger the possibility became a reality to me.
Damn!
I would have preferred it was any of the others rather than him.
The biggest problem I had with him being my mysterious lover was that he didn't take love making seriously. He liked playing games and joking about it.
To me that wasn't love making. That was raw sex! I had nothing against being intimate with a variety of men, but I never looked at fucking as a game.
I worked as hard at satisfying my partner, as I did my eight hour a day job in the secretarial pool.
Most of them left me with the impression they were trying to achieve the same goal. That, however, wasn't the impression I got when I made love to Dyke Simpson. The worst part was, it really could have been beautiful with him.!
He had all the right tools. He knew all the right techniques. He had me ready to cum all over him. but, something was missing! His desire!!!
Watching me succumb to his passion, receiving the full impact of his thrill, brought out a sense of humor in him I didn't understand
Not only didn't I understand it, it turned my thrill to sawdust. He left me lying there in the bed feeling totally blah!!!
* * *
I was really in a bad mood all morning long. I was successful in my efforts to reach Dyke at home when I phoned him from the office the moment I got to work. He told me he'd be home by six that evening.
"If you aren't doing anything special tonight," I said, "I'd like to come over."
As I expected, he laughed.
"Sally, baby, you know I'm always glad to see you. What time can you make it?"
"How's seven o'clock?"
"I'll be waiting with my dick pointing to the sky as hard as a rock."
That was another thing I didn't like about him. He was so damn sure of himself. I didn't mention anything about sex. But he thought every woman in the city was after that big dick of his.
And what made matters even worse, this time he was right. I couldn't tell him to kiss my ass like I wanted to tell him so badly. I needed his cock this time! As much as I dreaded the possibility of the outcome, I had to know.
"Make certain it's hard and ready," I said almost choking on every word, "because that's just the way I want it."
He laughed again.
"You can say a lot of things about Dyke Simpson," he said, "but there ain't a woman in the city who will ever tell you I've ever let her down! I satisfy all my customers, damn the window-shoppers."
He was so damn sure of himself, and the killing part was, I knew he'd have me cumming like a falls before the night was over.
Maybe that was what turned me off about him. He bragged so damn much and the bastard was as good between the sheets as he claimed to be.
I hung up the phone just as Mrs. Waters, my supervisor, approached my desk. She handed me a stack of files.
"Sally," she said, "take these to the file storage room in the basement."
Right away, I thought about the last time I had an occasion to go to the file storage room in the basement. That was the time I walked in on Rachel being fucked.
Maybe, I thought, I might get lucky and walk in on another torrid, sex scene like that again. I needed something like that! If, nothing else, it might put me in the mood for seeing Dyke later.
I liked his love-no, I loved his sex, but I really didn't care for him as a person. Yet, I still found myself curiously looking forward to him spreading my thighs, ramming that thick dick of his up my cunt. That was something I had never experienced with him before. Admittedly, though, I was curious to know what kind of thrill that three pound dick of his could give me.
Oh, I thought, if only he had the personality to go along with that huge hunk of meat. Then I wouldn't only be eagerly looking forward to our get-together, I'd be the total aggressor.
* * *
When I stepped on the elevator to go to the basement, I found myself staring into the face of Keith Baxter. Keith worked for the company on the eighth floor, an investment firm.
He was around my age, fairly attractive-a little too fat for my own personal preference, but horny as the day was long. There were at least a couple hundred women working in the office building for various companies, and I'd bet he'd had his hand on all of their asses at least once. That included several encounters with me.
"Going to the storage room?" he asked with his usual flirtatious smile.
Since my arms were bulging with the stack of files, that much was obvious.
"Yes," I said. "Where're you headed?"
"In the basement."
When he said that his eyes traveled seductively up my legs all the way to my smiling face. And, yes, I was smiling. And, even stranger still, I was beginning to entertain the same kind of thoughts he was. I even found my eyes traveling seductive up his body.
Suddenly his body didn't appear to be so obese. Still a little chubbier than I liked, but I was suddenly beginning to find sexiness through all that flab.
My eyes focused on the inside of his thighs. As I figured, his cock was reaching hard. It was throbbing. Jumping in a steady cadence. Yes, there was little doubt in my mind he wanted to fuck me. And the way my cunt was quickly filling with emotion, I realized I wanted to fuck him just as bad.
By the time we reached the basement he was holding a fist full of my ass in his strong hand. My ass wasn't a virgin to his touch, but this was the first time I not only let him squeeze it to his content, but it was also the first time I enjoyed it. He had strong hands. Long fingers. His fingers were so long, one of them stretched all the way to my cunt, rubbing the lips of my pussy with gentle, sensuous passion.
I wanted to grab a handful of his cock. I wanted to know if it was at full erection. It didn't appear to be a big cock. Nothing like the monster cock I had experienced at Geneva's party.
Actually, it appeared to be smaller than any cock I'd even sucked on before. Maybe, I thought, a different kind of thrill came with small cocks.
It was an adventure I was eagerly looking forward to experiencing.
If my arms weren't full with all the file folders I was carrying, I knew I have a fistful of his cock in my hand, stretching it to full length. But, unfortunately, those files I was toting prevented me from doing that.
"Are you in a hurry?" I asked.
He was already so full of emotion from squeezing my ass, he found it difficult to speak.
"They ... they're expecting me back in fifteen minutes," his timid voice panted. "That ... that's not too much time."
I grinned.
"It can be a lifetime if you use it wisely," I informed him.
Now, he smiled.
"I'm game if you are," he said.
"Just leave everything to Sally," I said. "I'll show you just what to do."
As if he needed any teaching, I thought. While we stood there on the elevator talking, he somehow managed to slide the zipper on the back of my skirt down and had slid his hand inside my panties without me even knowing it. I had a feeling there wasn't too much I could show him he didn't already know.
His hand was hot against my flesh. It was a well experienced hand, that was for certain. He knew how to massage my ass in such a way, I felt could have an orgasm right then and there. And when his long, fat finger parted the lips of my cunt, the tip of his finger sliding gracefully through the lips of my vagina, I thought I was going to fill his palm with hot, sticky cum. I would have, too! Unfortunately, we reached the basement.
He snatched his hand out of my panties just in time. The doors slid apart, there were three people on the level waiting to board the elevator. I don't know if they could see the horniness in our faces, but I was certain they could smell the funk his thick finger up my pussy had generated. I was only seconds away from having an orgasm. Talking about funk!
We would have had that elevator smelling like Friday night at one of Geneva's orgies.
"Which room do we take?" he asked the second the doors closed behind us.
"I'm going to the file room straight ahead," I answered.
He shrugged.
"I'm going in the opposite direction."
"Mine is the closest," I said.
I really didn't give a damn which room we went to. All I wanted to do at that moment was experience that short, stubby cock of his. It presented a new, different kind of thrill for me. And I was in just the mood to experience something new and different.
"Let's go," he rambled nervously. "I only have fifteen minutes."
"The length of time isn't important," I told him. "It's what you accomplish in that length of time that matters."
He had a handful of my ass all the way down the long, narrow corridor to the storage room at the end of the hall.
He was already breathing deeply and my cunt was already so full of passion I couldn't walk straight. But what really gave me a problem, was trying to insert the key in the lock of the door with his finger stuck up my cunt.
Somehow, though, we managed to get the door open and get inside the room. That's when he really went wild.
He snatched the folder from my arms and literally slung them across the room on the floor. At the same time he pushed me back against the wall, heist up my leg, pushed the crotch of my panties to one side, and before I was able to catch my breath, I could already feel the hot, sensitive head of his cock parting the lips of my vagina, stroking its way up my joy trail.
Gawd! It was a different kind of sensation from the big, thick cocks I had become accustomed to. His short, fat, stubby cock gave me a tickling kind of sensation. An arousing sensation that quickly caused my pussy to fill with cream.
"Ahhh, shit ... I like your dick, Keith," I moaned locking my arms around his broad shoulders.
He wasn't a graceful fucker. Instead, he was a pumper. Pumping my pussy with short, rapid up and down strokes. Reminding me of the way I'd seen my dog, Jip, getting his rocks off with the neighbors dog.
I wondered what kind of sensation he was giving her, now I knew. It was a hell of a thrill. His short, rapid strokes had me gasping with passion and inside of seconds the room was sounding like a popcorn factory with all the slurping and smacking.
"Gawd ... this is a good pussy, Sally," Keith gasped in a voice that almost sounded feminine.
"It's good to me, too," I panted, "damn, fuckin' good."
"You like it like this, Sally? Do you?"
"I love it, Keith," I cried trying to squeeze him even tighter.
Standing up with a dick stuck up my pussy was a new experience for me. In the beginning I even felt a little awkward. I thought I might even lose my balance.
But it was obvious Keith wasn't a stranger to this position. He knew exactly what he was doing. With one hand he held my thigh firmly, raising it up high in the air around my waist.
His other large hand held my ass firmly in his palm-his wide spread fingers sliding in the seam of my ass, another finger pressing against my hard clitoris, rubbing it gently-sending ripples of passion surging through my body like electric shocks.
At the same time his short, stubby cock was pistoning up my joy trail-causing an eruption to build in my body faster than I'd ever known it to happen before.
I wasn't experiencing the sensation that came from a thick, gorging dick. Yet, it had a unique kind of thrill of its own. It was like his short, stubby cock was tickling my cunt. Gawd, it was a sensational feeling.
Did I enjoy it? What a helluva question! I was getting one of the ultimate thrills of my life.
I didn't know a short cock was capable of giving me such a thrill.
Yet, I wanted to scream out at the top of my voice I was feeling so gawd-damn good.
"Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me," I panted. "It's so damn good, Keith!"
"It's damn good to me, too, Sally," he gasped. "I'm gonna drop a wad in you that's going to bloat that pussy of yours like a balloon."
"I want it, baby," I moaned. "I want everything you want to give it. Give it to me ... shit ... give it to me ... don't hold a damn thing back!!!"
He was trying to do just that! He began pumping dick up my joy trail like an air-hammer. Fast, choppy, banging, relentless strokes. It gave me a sensuous feeling, that quickly caused my cunt to fill with hot, sticky cream. I even reaped a thrilling sensation from my own cream dripping from my cunt, running down the inside of my thigh.
I slid my hands down his back, spreading my fingers around the soft, fat cheek of his bulky ass.
It wasn't until then that I realized in all his haste to stuff that dick of his up my pussy, that he didn't bother to remove his pants.
Shit!!! It was too late now. Neither of us was about to stop. I knew I didn't want him to stop. And it was obvious he didn't want to, either. Not the way he was pumping dick in and out my pussy. And the way my hormones were rapidly building towards an eruption, stopping was the last thing in the world I wanted him to do. Hell!!! If he stopped now, I'd kill the bastard!!!
He was fucking me just the way I liked it. All I wanted at that moment was more, still more of his sweet cock. I wanted to cum all over him.
"Shit!!!" he shouted so loud I was certain he could've been heard clear down the other end of the hall. "Your pussy is hot and sweet ... I wished I could've sucked your pussy, baby!!! I'd love to suck that sweet cum right out of you. I want to make you feel good ... damn good!!!"
"You're doing all right the way you're doing right now," I panted, choking on my words from the scintillating passion flowing through my body. "I like what you're doing to me right now ... I like the way you're making me feel. You make my pussy feel hot ... that cock of yours has my pussy on fire!!"
He began pumping me with harder, more rapid strokes. Strokes so powerful he was actually lifting me off the floor with his air-hammer plunges.
I slid one hand between his legs-being a big man, even though his legs were spread apart, his thighs were still touching. I actually had to squirm my hand to get it through his legs to grab a fistful of his balls.
Like his cock, his balls were small. But I found that to be as thrilling a sensation of his pistoning dick. It was the first time in my life I was actually able to fit a pair of balls in the palm of my hand and take full control of massaging them the way I wanted. It had a scintillating affect on the both of us.
He became so weak in the knees he fell against me, pressing my upper body up against the wall until I couldn't move anything above my waist.
His cock seemed to stretch longer then-or, was it the way he raised my leg that made it seem that way? I couldn't be certain.
The only thing I was certain about was that I suddenly beginning to feel his hot, sensitive head slapping against my wall of delight.
"Shit!!!" I screamed digging my one hand into his ass, squeezing his balls passionately with the other.
"Take ... take it easy, baby ... you're going to push that cock of yours up in my stomach in a minute."
"Is it good to you, baby?" he asked.
"Damn right it is!" I panted.
"Then that's what I want to do," he gasped. "I want to push this dick right through the top of your head."
"If that's what you want to do, baby, then do it, gawd-dammit!!!" I cried deliriously. "Do anything you want to do to me. Just don't stop fucking me! Fuck me until I can't fuck anymore. Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me."
He was trying to do just that. Pistoning his cock with such passion every stroke not only banged against my wall of delight and raised my leg up off the floor. Each stroke actually felt like he was pushing my organs up in my stomach. I felt it wouldn't be long the way he was banging my cunt before he really did push his stubby cock through the top of my head.
"Fuck me, baby, fuck me," I moaned. "Make me weak for this dick."
"Do you like it, Sally?" he wanted to know. "Do you really like it?"
"I love it, gawd-dammit!!!" I cried. "I love this dick!!!"
"Take ... take it, baby," his voice trembled as his body began to shake. "Take it all ... I'm cumming ... I'm cumming, dammit ... "
He plunged his stubby cock up in me then lifting my foot off the floor. At that exact moment the hot, sensitive head of his cock slammed against my wall of joy, sending a hot burst of cum exploding against my wall that instantly caused my hormones to erupt like a volcano.
"Shit, shit ... gawd-damn ... I'm cummin' ... I'm cummin' ... I'm cummin' ... " I wailed deliriously squeezing his nut sack so tight I thought they were going to burst right there in my grasp.
Apparently, however, my tight grasp gave him a unique sensation of its own.
"Ahhh, shit," he gasped pumping his cock in and out my saturated cunt until his dick had drained itself to infinity.
When he stepped away from me to push his cock in his pants, I laughed.
"What's wrong?" he asked bewilderedly.
I pointed at his fly.
"Look!" I said.
He did.
When he did, his face blushed a deep red with embarrassment. The front of his pants were literally soaked with my hot, sticky cum. It'll take hours to dry and he was already late getting back to the office.
What an interesting dilemma.
I wished I could've been there to see him when he walked into the office.
Chapter Fourteen
"Yes, yes, yes ... shit, yes!!!" I screamed at the top of my voice.
Dyke Simpson was a lot of things, but one thing he wasn't was a liar. I barely set foot in the door when I found myself stretched across his water-bed flat on my back, stark naked.
He wasn't lying either when he said his dick would be hard as a rock. It felt petrified the way it spread the lips of my pussy-making me feel like I had just finished eating a Thanksgiving meal.
Now he had my thighs pressed against my chest and was swirling his big ass around at ninety miles an hour-the hard, sensitive head of his fat cock bouncing off my wall of delight with insatiable regularity.
"Fuck your pussy ... fuck your pussy ... . fuck your pussy," I wailed digging my sharp fingernails into the flesh of his bare ass.
"You've got a deep pussy, Sally," he moaned.. "Deep, hot and sweet. Shit!!! I could fuck this pussy all night long."
"It's yours to fuck," I cried out. "Bang it, baby, bang it!!!"
"Dammit, dammit, dammit," he gasped, "your pussy seems to be getting hotter ... it's like putting my dick in a pot of boiling water."
"That's the way you're making me cream all over you, baby."
"Then don't stop! Shower my dick, baby! Drown it in that sweet pussy of yours.";
"Do you like it, baby? Are ... are you enjoying it?"
"Am I?" he cried so loud in my ear I thought he was going to burst my ear drum. "I've been wanting this pussy for a long time. You know I wanted to fuck it for a long time, don't you?"
"But ...," I cried frantically moving my hands up and down his sweaty back, "are you enjoying it? Do you feel as good as I do?"
"I don't know how you feel, baby, but I feel damn good. Ahhh, shit, I feel damn good."
"I feel good, too, baby!" I panted. "The way that big, sweet dick of yours is stroking my cunt, how else could it feel? Tell me, baby, how else could it feel, dammit?!!"
"Is it the best, Sally?" he gasped. "Is this the best fuckin' dick you've ever had up that sweet pussy of yours? Tell me, dammit! I wanna know! Is this your best dick?"
Even with all the passion flowing through my body at that moment I was still rational enough to know there was still something missing in this terrific fuck, to prevent me from calling it the best dick I'd ever experienced.
It was thrilling! You're damn good, Dyke, I thought, but you weren't the best! There was still a monster cock out there somewhere that literally owned my pussy. Tax free! He owned my pussy!!!
"Well?" Dyke cried seeming disappointed I hadn't answered him right away. "Am I your best fuckin' dick or not?"
Telling him he wasn't the best fuck to ever grace the face of the earth would have been the same as driving a stake through his chest.
Yet, he wanted an answer. No! He was demanding an answer! And there was a tone in his voice that told me he was demanding to hear the answer he wanted to hear.
I might have become one of the fucking, most horny women in the city over the past week, but I still wasn't a liar.
I couldn't tell him a deliberate lie! Not even to inflate his already bursting ego. Not even with my body filled with so much passion.
But, by the same token, I didn't want to hurt his feelings. So, that left me with but a single alternative.
I had to fuck the hell out of him to break his concentration.
I eased his broad chest up off my thighs. Then I wrapped my legs tightly around his neatly, trimmed waist, my arms in a clutch of passion around his neck, and began making my cunt swallow his cock as though it had fallen into a bed of quicksand. His hands slid under my ass, gripping my soft cheeks firmly in his large, sweaty, hot hands, and while my hips jacked on his thick cock, his humping ass began pistoning his dick up in my guts.
It was working!!! Damn, it was working. We both got so caught up in the passion even I forgot about my motives.
"Oooo, shit, shit, shit," he grunted, "this is a hell of a pussy, Sally. You're one hell of a good fuck! Damn, you're a good fuck! Shit!!!"
"You're working with this pussy, too," I wailed. "You're fucking the shit out of me, dammit. And that's just the way I wanted to be fucked tonight. I wanted you to fuck the shit out of me."
"You know what I want you to do, baby?"
"What?"
"I wanna make you cum," he shouted.
That almost made me laugh. I would have laughed if my body wasn't so full of passion. Cum?! Shit, I had already cummed so many times I'd lost count.
On second thought, there was no possible way I could have kept count even if I wanted to. I was having orgasms at the speed bullets fly from an oozie!
Hell!
Just the orchestration in the room alone should have told him that. My cunt was so wet every plunge he made sounded like a butcher's clever slapping a piece of raw meat. He stopped suddenly! His body was sweaty, his breathing coarse and rapid. He wasn't finished, though. I was certain of that. He had something else in mind.
"Turn over," he said.
"What?"
It wasn't that I hadn't been fucked dog-fashion before by any means. That was my most memorable position. But he startled me! Startled me because he was giving me such a damn good fuck, I was actually beginning to wonder if he was my mysterious fuck.
And, now, he was telling me to get into my favorite position. The position I knew I was capable of identifying my monster cock.
He gave me a thrill in that position that still caused me to have an orgasm every time I thought about it.
Was he the one, I wondered? Could Dyke Simpson have been the one? It wouldn't be so bad if he were after all! For the first time he was having sex with me and taking it seriously. No jokes in the middle of a cum burst. No laughing when I moaned and groaned. No giggling when he heard the sound of my pussy filling with cream.
No! Not this time! This time he fucked me like he meant business. Even now, propped up on his knees, I could feel the passion of his throbbing cock inside me. He still wanted to fuck! And his body was filled with so much passion, he wasn't thinking about joking at all.
I slid his thick dick from inside me and turned over, propping myself up on my knees.
"Is this the way you want it?" I asked.
His answer alone was all I needed to know if he was my mysterious fuck. That deep, panting voice, those sensuous words-the way his hot hands gripped my waist.
Just thinking about it was enough to scramble my hormones and start them building towards an orgasm.
"That's it," he panted. "Just like that!"
In the same instant I felt his thick cock gorging up my joy trail all the way to my wall of delight. It was a heavenly, sublime feeling that caused my knees to buckle under me.
I knew I was going to enjoy his fuck-cum all over him and myself, but I also knew he wasn't the monster cock I was searching for. He didn't have the right words or the right moves.
Still, I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy his passionate fuck. I knew I wouldn't have any trouble cumming in this position. I had already cummed the moment his thick dick penetrated my juicy cunt.
Chapter Fifteen
It was over!
I had lost!
Now I had fucked all the studs Geneva had seen standing around my bedroom door. They each gave me their own unique brand of thrill, but none of them compared to the monster cock I had experienced at the party.
What did I do now? Where did I go? Did I give up? Where else could I look? There was only one possibility left. A long shot. But the only option left open to me, other than total surrender! Geneva's next party!!! She was giving a party in four days. Saturday night! I'd be there! Hopefully, my monster cock would be there as well.
Unlike the other party I attended, this was going to be an outright, raucous orgy. That's what made it so good. I'd get to experience a wide variety of cocks. Hopefully, one of them would be the one I was looking for-my master fuck!!! Yes. I was looking forward to my first orgy with raucous anticipation.
It was Tuesday evening. I was lying in bed still feeling the dejection of not finding my mysterious fuck when the telephone rang. I answered it. It was Ceasar Roman.
"How's my little virgin pussy?" he sang.
Little did he know there was nothing left on my anatomy that still totally was a virgin other than my ass hole and even that had been finger-fucked before and even sucked a few times.
"A lot has happened since the last time I've seen you," I said.
"A lot of things like what?"
"Like your little virgin pussy is no longer a virgin."
"Damn!" he grumbled disappointedly. "I wanted to be the one to bust that cherry."
I chuckled.
"What's so funny?" he snapped.
"Nothing," I replied. "Except that of all the guys I know, I wish you had got my cherry, too."
"Then why didn't you wait for me?"
I sighed.
"That's a long story, Ceasar," I said. "But. it's not exactly a lost cause either."
"What'd you mean?"
"Well, I'm no longer a virgin, true enough. But I've got a little experience behind me now. You should be getting a better piece of ass."
"Does that mean you're ready to fuck me?"
Body-wise, I was! But, not mentally. I wanted to save my strength for Geneva's party. I had never attended an orgy before, but from what I'd heard about them, they were pure, raw, raucous fucking from beginning to end.
One bang after another.
One orgasm after another.
And I wanted to be there from the start to get in on everything. How else could I be certain that monster cock didn't get away from me again? Assuming, of course, he did attend the orgy.
I had a great deal of curiosity, however, where Ceasar was concerned. There was no doubt in my mind I wanted to fuck his big cock. Gawd, I'd dreamed about that. But the timing was all wrong.
"Not tonight, Ceasar," I said. "Maybe ... maybe we can get together one day next week. How does that sound?"
"Next week?!" he shouted so loud I had to jerk the phone from my ear. "Why so fuckin' long? I'm holding my cock in my hand right now just imagining you spreading your juicy cunt down on it. I can't live with that thought until next week."
Imagining him pulling on his fat cock sent a tingle through my body that settled stimulatingly in my cunt. If his cock was a sweet to a pussy as it felt when I sucked it, he must've been one hell of a thrill on a pussy.
I remembered how I gripped his dick there in the living room and felt it grown hard as granite in my grasp.
Gawd, what a sensuous feeling!
I almost came right then.
I remembered sinking back on the sofa circling the thick, sensitive head of his cock with my hot, moist tongue. Soft, gentle and soothing. Just enough to cause his body to tremble and his breathing to rapidly turn into gusher-like sounds. Like a burst of wind through a tunnel.
He had a sweet tasting prick, just as I had imagined it would be. Sweet, sensitive and hot! A stimulating prick. Feeling it throbbing passionately in my grasp while my hungry tongue feverishly circled his swollen head filled my body with fiery passion. I could almost feel the sensation that came from a thick, gorging cock parting the lips of my tight cunt.
Strange! How I could sense his time was near, even before hearing the sound of his heavy, coarse breathing. His cock was so hard it felt like hot-rolled steel in my hand. My hand was on fire. And, already his thick, sensitive head was beginning to drip. I wanted to taste his sweet, fiery gism.
I opened my mouth wide, sliding just enough of his cock inside to stimulate my tonsils. But that was more than enough to cause my body to quiver and my panting breath to turn into slurping hisses.
The emotion was building as fast in me, as it was him. His cock was dripping more rapidly now. I could feel its scintillating affect that came with it sliding from my tonsils down my throat. Oooo, shit!!! It was sweet, stimulating gism. Electrifying gism. Gism that had my cunt filling with cream with the regularity of water over a falls. I didn't just like the feeling he was giving me-I loved it! I wanted to suck his cock more. I wanted to feel more of his gism flowing down my throat. I wanted to feel his cum-burst! Feel it when it bloated my jaws, and filled my stomach. Gawd, I loved his sweet cock.
Then came those words from him I dreaded hearing, even though I understood they were words of emotion and passion.
"Damn, bitch," he wailed emotionally, "suck it, gawd-dammit! Suck my dick, bitch! Suck it, bitch!"
He grabbed me in the ball of my head then, taking full command of the passion, and began stroking it relentless along the shaft of his cock. That really filled him with emotion.
"Oooo, shit, bitch ... you've got a hell of a pair of lips on you," he cried out. "You can suck the hell out of a dick. You've got my balls swelling to the size of honey melons. Suck it righteously, bitch! Pull on that dick like you love it. Suck it, shit, bitch!"
I wanted to scream out to him I was feeling the same emotions he was feeling, but that thick dick in my mouth prevented me from saying anything. All I could do was grunt.
He reached down with the other hand then and began gingerly fondling the hard nipple of my breast. His touch was electrifying.
Sending a fiery tingle of passion through my body that set my cunt on fire and caused my ass to squirm uncontrollably on the sofa. I felt like I already had a hard dick stuck up my pussy all the way to my navel.
The way he was squeezing my nipple, controlling the movement of my head by aggressively sliding it in and out, making my lips ride the shaft of his cock like a well greased machine, I thought my body was going to explode.
There was only so much passion a body could take, and he was rapidly making me reach my ultimate. I was on fire! He was on fire! I couldn't stand still. The room was beginning to sway with our emotions, giving me the affect of being on a rocky boat. But, I loved it! Damn, I loved it!!!
Then came those passion-packed words I dreaded hearing.
"Ahhh, shit, bitch ... suck that fuckin' dick like you love it," he shouted. "Righteously, bitch! Suck it righteously!"
Strange! Though I hated him referring to me as a bitch, his words nevertheless had a stimulating affect on me. Hearing the passion in his voice, only made me want to give him an even better thrill.
I clamped my lips tightly around his cock as though it was caught in a vise. Then I began pulling on it, stroking it, stretching on it until he couldn't take anymore. He grabbed a handful of my hair in his fist and shoved my head forcibly against his groin. His long, fat cock then spiraled down the shaft of my throat with the speed of light.
I knew the passion he must've been feeling then. Still, I wanted him to feel more.
I grabbed a handful of his nut sack and began juggling his balls between my fingers like they were a pair of hot dice.
Almost instantly his body began to quiver and his deep voice began to chant: "Suck it, dammit, suck it!!! Suck your dick, bitch ... it's yours to suck, dammit. Suck it, suck it, suck it. Shit, bitch, suck all the cum out of me ... I love it, bitch ... I love it!"
I remember then not knowing if it was his strength or the weakness of my body being overcome with so much emotion. But at that moment, I fell back on the sofa, pulling him down on top of me.
He knew exactly what to do.
As though this was the moment he had been waiting for.
He planted the palms of his hands down flat on the sofa and arched his back like an attacking cat. Then he began pumping his thick cock in and out my mouth with passionate fury. As though he was banging a pussy.
He had me pinned down in a position where I couldn't move even if I wanted to. I couldn't even cry out for help! My mouth was too stuffed with dick. In essence, I was at his complete, total mercy. And his pumping cock knew no mercy.
All he knew how to do was grind that sweet dick of his against my tonsils, sending waves of passion rippling through my body that had my ass squirming and humping on the sofa like I was riding a hot poker.
"Gawd-damn, Sally," he moaned, "you've got one sweet pair of lips. You've got the kind of lips that were made for sucking a dick. You're a natural, baby! You're a natural born cocksucker!!!"
I remember wanting to tell him how sweet his cock was, but the moment I opened my mouth the room quickly filled with the sound of slurping passion.
He reached back then, sliding his hand between my thighs, clamping his strong hand across the mouth of my cunt. I could feel his strong fingers parting my lips, then came those cum-building sensations surging all through my body when his hot fingertips began sensuously rubbing my clitoris.
The thrill was unreal. Even with that wad of cock stuffed halfway down my throat, somehow I still managed to pant. The feeling was just that sensational. Damn! I didn't want him to stop. But I knew I had to stop him. Damn! But if I didn't stop him now, in a few more minutes it would be too late. I wouldn't have either the strength nor the desire to want to stop him. But, I knew if I didn't stop him now, his thick finger would penetrate my cunt next.
That would be a helluva way to lose your virginity, I thought. Not losing it to a dick, losing it to a finger. It might've given me a thrill, but it wasn't the way I wanted to lose my cherry.
It took every ounce of strength my body could muster for me to reach down and grab his hand. I held it firmly, stopping him in motion.
My resistance to his advance stunned him. Stunned him and angered him as well. He shot up on the sofa into a sitting position, causing his cock to spurt from my mouth and fall against my chest with a thud.
I still remember his startled voice.
"What did I do, Sally?" he asked naively. "Was ... was I hurting you?"
I shook my head negatively.
"No," I said.
"Then ... why did you stop me? Didn't you like the way I was making you feel?"
I smiled.
"That's the problem, Ceasar. I was enjoying it too damn much."
"Isn't that what this is all about? Making each other feel good? Isn't that what we're supposed to be doing?"
"Yes."
"Then what's the problem?"
I sighed.
"It's ... it's just that wasn't what I wanted to do right now."
"No?"
"The ... the way you were playing with my clit, I knew it wouldn't be long before you had your finger stuck up my pussy."
He grinned.
"A good finger-fuck can make you cum all over yourself, baby."
"That I know. But I knew it wouldn't be long after that that you'd have that fat cock of yours stuffed up in me and that's not what I want."
"Just tell me what you want to do, baby."
"I want to suck that cock of yours until I've drained every ounce of cum from your body."
The smile on his face grew even broader.
I remember him climbing off me, planting his feet down on the floor. He gripped his erected cock with one hand and pulled me up into a sitting position with the other. Then he sensuously guided his cock through my thin, moist, hungry lips.
When he reached out and grabbed me in the ball of my head with both hands, I knew that meant he wanted to be in total control of the action.
I had no objections! I enjoyed the man being in control. Especially, when he was able to make me feel the way I was feeling at that moment. Damn! I was feeling good all over.
He held my head firmly, slowly drawing my head forward, watching my lips devour his seven inch cock.
"Oooo, shit!!!" he moaned softly. "That's the way I like it ... just like that ... oooo, shit, bitch!"
I knew I was giving him a treat. His thick cock made me want to give him a super treat. His cock was so sweet, and he seemed to enjoy me so much, it made wanting to make him feel good a joy.
My hot saliva gave his throbbing head the sensation of being in a hot, well saturated cunt. My lips squeezed tightly around the shaft of his cock, holding it in a death-lock, while my bobbing head began pulling on his dick like a pistoning turbine.
"Awww, gawd-damn," he gasped. "You're one hell of a dick sucker, Sally. You make me feel so gawd-damn good, I feel like I want to drop cum all over you."
Shit! Go ahead, is what I wanted to say.
I wanted to tell him that was exactly what I wanted him to do to me. Damn! Gawd-dammit!! I wanted to feel his hot, juicy cum all over my face and body.
Damn!!! I wanted to feel the sensation that came with his thick dick showering me with his hot gism.
At that moment, however, I was too busy stroking on his long cock to say anything. And it was too hard and sweet to stop. I didn't want to stop. I just wanted to make him feel as good as the taste of his sweet-peter was making me feel.
Damn, he was making me feel good. I had creamed so many times, I was saturating the sofa under me.
He reached for a handful of tit at the exact same moment my soft hand reached for a fistful of his balls and began squeezing them with raucous vigor.
"Gawd-damn, bitch ... gawd-damn," he wailed. "You're blowing my mind the same way you're blowing the hell out of my cock. I don't know which one is going to blow first-my cock or my brains."
He was shouting, but I knew what he really wanted to do was scream! He just didn't have the strength. My hot, munching lips were draining all the strength right out of his body. I was giving him a good suck. A righteous suck!!!
I snatched his cock out of my mouth and began stroking at his sensitive head with my darting tongue then quickly plunged it back between my hot lips into the steaming saliva bath.
The sensation was so electrifying to him, he squeezed my tit so hard in restraint, I almost leaped up off the sofa.
"Awww, shit ... suck it, bitch ... suck it!!!" he panted in a funky frenzy. "Suck that dick like you enjoy it ... like you love it ... like it's supposed to be sucked. Suck it, bitch, suck it!!!"
I jerked his dick from my mouth a second time. Like before, I began slapping it in the face with my hot, stimulating tongue. Then, like before, I rammed it in my hot bath of saliva. He couldn't hold back this time. He didn't scream, he yelled!!! At the same time, he fired a wad of cum in my mouth that bloated my jaws, and began seeping from the sides of my mouth, dripping down my chest.
"Oh, holy, shit, shit, shit, shit," he moaned squeezing my head so tight, I thought he was going to crush my brains.
What was even more sensuous to him, however, was hearing me try to scream with a mouthful of dick and slurping cum.
But the emotion came over me so suddenly, there wasn't time for preparation. Hell! He wasn't the only one having an orgasm at that moment. I was having an orgasm of my own.
A super orgasm! An orgasm that left my body quivering. That caused my eyes to stretch to twice their normal size. An orgasm that left me choking, as the flow of cum ran down my throat.
Yes, yes, yes! I remembered our last encounter well. And, yes, it did initiate a repeat performance. And, gawd, yes, I wanted to feel that fat cock penetrating my body as badly as he wanted to feel the heat of my body gripping the shaft of his cock.
But, there was the mission I was on. And there was Geneva's orgy Saturday night. As much as I wanted to be stroked by Ceasar's thick dick, the timing just wasn't right. I had to make him understand that.
I sighed.
"Ceasar, there's nothing I'd like better than to be lying in bed under you, having you pump my body with that fat dick of yours at this very moment," I said. "But I have special reasons why I can't possibly do that before the first of the week."
The phone went silent on the other end for a brief moment.
"You ... you haven't contacted a venereal disease, have you?" he asked hesitantly.
I laughed.
"No," I replied, "it's nothing as serious as that believe me."
"Is it something I can help you with?"
"Not this time. This is something I have to do alone."
Again, the phone went silent for a brief moment.
"There's something I can do to ease this tension in my body," he said, "but, unfortunately, I can't do it alone."
"Anything," I said. "If there's something I can do to help, just let me know."
"My cock is hard as a rock."
I chuckled.
"So, you've told me."
"Help get me off over the telephone."
Chapter Sixteen
I scooted down comfortably in the bed and slid my hand inside my panties, resting it comfortably on my snatch. Making love on the telephone was a new and different experience for me-interesting, intriguing with highly stimulating possibilities, but I felt I'd need a little of my own motivation to do it convincingly.
I eased my finger up my cunt and began gently sliding it in and out, all the while picturing in my mind it was Ceasar's gorgeous cock.
"You know what I'm doing now?" I said seductively. "I have my finger up my pussy."
"No," he said breathing coarsely, "that's not what I want!"
"No?" I question half stunned.
"No. I don't want you to tell me how you can get off. I want you to imagine I'm lying there in the bed with you. I want you to tell me how you imagine it would feel for me to make love to you."
That was easy. I was already imagining how it must feel to have his fat dick taking command of my pussy. It was something I wanted inside me almost as badly as I wanted that master cock itself.
"I'm imagining your hot, naked body lying next to mine in a soft bed," my sultry voice began. "I wouldn't want you to just ram that sweet dick of yours up in me ... "
"No ... no ... no," he cooed.
"I'd want to experience your foreplay first."
"Yes, yes, yes," he moaned.
"I'd want to grip your limp cock in my hand and feel it grow long, hard, throbbing with passion."
"Shit, yes, yes, yes!!!"
I could imagine him right then at that very moment lying across his soft bed gently stroking on his erected cock in much the same manner my finger was gracefully sliding in and out my pussy.
I knew the feeling he was experiencing at that very moment, because my hormones were beginning to scramble as well. His nut sack was swelling towards an erection the same as my body was building towards an orgasm.
"First, though," I said, "I'd want to give you my brand of foreplay."
"How ... baby," his incoherent voice stammered. "How would you make me feel?"
I gave him a chuckle of passion.
"Good, Ceasar ... damn good!!"
"Yes, yes, yes," he moaned.
"I'd have you roll over on your back."
"Then what?"
"I'd slide all the way down in the bed between your open legs."
"Then ... ?"
"Then I'd take my hot, moist tongue and begin circling your toes. Gracefully, I'd begin moving sensuously up your leg with my hot tongue. The ankles ... "
"Yes," he panted.
"The calves ... "
"Yes ... "
"Around the knees ... by now my hand would be gripping your balls while my tongue circled your knee caps and around the fold of your knees ... "
"What ... what am I doing?" he cried excitedly.
"Nothing!"
"Nothing?"
"Nothing, but enjoying it. I don't want you to do anything. Just lie back and enjoy what I'm doing to you."
"Oh, yes, yes, yes ... I can feel your hot tongue bathing my body ... and, I am enjoying it, baby."
"Good."
"What's ... next?"
"When I reach your balls, I begin nibbling them passionately. Not biting them, not licking them ... nibbling on them with my soft, hot lips."
"Ohhh," he moaned. "I already feel like I want to cum ... shit!"
"Not yet, Ceasar ... there's more to come. I'm only beginning."
"Then get it on, bitch! Get on it righteously."
"I'm still nibbling on your balls ... ,"
"Yes, yes, yes!!!"
"Then I reach for your cock ... I begin stroking it gently ... up and down ... long, gentle, passionate ... trying to arouse your emotions ... wanting to feel your balls swell with gism right in my mouth ... wanting your body to be so full of emotion, your hips begin squirming with uncontrollable passion and your breathing becomes short, raspy ... full of emotion ... "
"Ooooo, shit, bitch!!! I can't take much more of this. My ass is squirming all over the bed ... my diaphragm is pumping like I was in labor ... I can feel it, Sally ... I can feel it ... dammit!"
"Can you feel me sliding up between your legs, squeezing my tits around your hard cock?"
"Yes, yes, yes, dammit," he panted.
"Do you know what I can feel?"
"What? What, bitch?"
"I can feel your hips gyrating ... your cock moving up and down my chest ... poking through my tits with such vigor your sensitive head is banging against my chin."
"How ... how does it feel to you, baby?"
"S-h-i-t, it's sublime ... scintillating ... giving me such a thrill I can already feel hot, sticky cum flowing from my cunt onto the bed."
Yes, I was getting such a sensation. The palm of my hand was full of my cum and my heavily saturated pussy was already giving off erotic sounds of slurping and smacking.
"Shit, my dick feels good between your hot tits," Ceasar moaned.
"Now, I'm sliding up your body again ... just a little. My mouth is on the hard nipples of your tits ... moving from left to right ... right to left ... sucking your hard nipples ... licking them . . trying to fill your body with insatiable passion."
"It is!!!" he cried out in a trembling voice. "I ... I didn't know my body could feel so damn good. You're not just a good fuck and a good suck ... you're a fuckin' sex machine, bitch!"
He wasn't doing so badly himself, I thought. He had my pussy so wet I could have slid four fingers up my vagina with ease. My finger alone had the room sounding like a chorus of squealing pigs.
"Your dick is beginning to drip," I said. "I can feel your hot drops of cum on my hand."
"How does it feel to you, baby?"
"Good ... sensuous ... alluring. It's making my pussy pop."
He chuckled.
"Good, baby, I want you to feel the way you've got me feeling. I'm feeling so gawd-damn good my dick is throbbing. Damn, it feels good."
"It feels even better when I begin showering your neck and ear with hot, moist kisses ... at the same time I'm rubbing the sensitive head of your cock over the lips of my hot, saturated cunt ... against my hard, sensitive clitoris ... it feels good to me, Ceasar. How does it feel to you?"
He was so choked up with emotion, for a moment he couldn't speak. His words came out as coarse rumbles.
"Ohhh, shit, Sally ... what're you doing to me? What ... the hell are you doing to me?"
"I'm sliding my body up your stomach now. I'm setting my wet cunt down on the hairs of your chest ... shit, shit ... those coarse hairs feel good against my pussy ... like a thousand French ticklers stuck up my cunt ... shit, I think I can cum right now ... "
"Not ... not yet, baby," he moaned. "I don't want you to go just yet. I want to keep this feeling alive. I don't want to cum ... not yet ... please."
"Okay," I gasped trying to get a grip on my composure. Trying desperately to get control of my heighten emotions. "Then you take over here."
"Ahhh, yes," he moaned. "I ... I catch you under your thighs, raise your body up in the air and set your cunt down square in my face."
The combination of imagining his lips touching my pussy and my three fingers stuffed up my cunt had me squirming uncontrollably in the bed. My hips couldn't seem to stop gyrating.
"Damn, your lips feel good on my pussy," I moaned. "I like your lips on my pussy ... No! I love your lips on my pussy, dammit! Tell ... tell me more ... what's happening now?"
"I'm flicking my tongue in and out your cunt ... "
"S-h-i-t!!!" I cooed imagining the sensation.
"Not deep!" he was quick to add. "Just enough to start your ass squirming ... you know what?"
"What ... ?" I panted.
"Your pussy is wet ... I can taste your cum ... "
"How ... how does it taste, baby?"
"Sweet as honey! It taste so good I want to suck all the cum out of you."
"Do it, baby, do it. Suck my cunt dry as a dessert! Do anything you want to do to your pussy ... it's yours, baby ... it's all yours to fuck, suck or do whatever you want to do with it. It's yours, dammit!" I gasped feeling my body temperature rise to over a hundred degrees.
"I'm going to stop now!" he cried suddenly, shattering my mounting emotions.
"Stop?!" I exclaimed disappointedly. "Why?"
"Because now I want to fuck that pussy. I want to put my dick so far up your cunt, I tickle your brain cells."
"Do it, baby, do it!!"
Just the thought was enough to send hot chills raging through my body. Yes, I wanted his dick in me ... pumping my pussy with the same vigor, excitement and enthusiasm his thin lips were sucking it. Yes, I wanted his cock.
"You're on your knees now," his raspy, invigorated voice began. "I'm on my knees behind you. Dog-fashion! That's my favorite position."
"Mine, too," I whispered.
"Now, I hold your hips gently and let my cock walk right in your cunt. Then I tell you: Just hold on tight, baby! Let me do all the work!
Ceasar! It was Ceasar Roman all along. Ceasar Roman was my mysterious, master cock! Dammit, I'd found it. I'd found it!!!
