While reposing my scantily attired body crosswise on the king-size bed, I dragged avidly from the freshly lighted cigarette. I felt terribly alone and wanted to do something to get a charge. I'd never smoked, and I was getting sick as hell. I felt terribly alone in our spaciously beautiful bedroom, which for some reason seemed dismal. Even the sensual and erotic pictures and paintings on the walls seemed to be prisoners of boredom. I continued to try to smoke the cigarette while I let my imagination carry me away wherever it wished. Knowing my imagination, I would probably end up cumming before it behaved itself. I needed it, but needed it to be done properly.
Now, I said "my scantily attired" mainly because at that moment I was only clad in a pair of pink panties, and all I have always heard and seen of myself, particularly my passionately voluptuous attributes, and from the way men and women look at me, I deem myself to be the personification of loveliness. I was blessed with the most torridly feminine attributes around, to say the least. I had the curves, the mounds, the slopes and valleys, and I had been told mine are the kind of attributes that would explode an impotent old man's balls for him. I don't know about that, but I do know that Mother Nature has obviously smiled proudly down upon me, for I was going to be the Cover girl of Ethereal magazine's new Calendar, also the Centerfold for the same magazine, as well as the girl on the back Cover. I would not just be nude in any of the shots; I would be stark naked in them all! And the entire world would have a chance over the next twelve to fourteen months, to see my incomparable beauty.
No! No! NOOOOoooo! It isn't vanity! I'm not a vain person. I am merely being candid, as I shall be at all times throughout this intimate and provocative narrative. And, that which might tend to suggest vanity should be declared null and void.
However, because you should not be left alone in a confused illusion or intricate reverie about my physical being, and what later on endeavor to give to you a complete and comprehensive description of myself, as well as everything else. And, I do solemnly swear all will be unbiased. If you are honest with yourself, I'm positive you will not deem me to be vain, but an unusually candid person.
Another important thing you should keep in mind; although I am speaking to you through this personal and impartial narrative of events in my past, I am yet very, very far from being in my dotage. I am still quite young, and I continue to enjoy my absolutely uninhibited life vehemently, as only a bitch like me can do.
I am not a whore or lesbian, although I do live a life of subtle promiscuities, and am surely a bitch of questionable demeanor. So, I don't put anyone down for what they are, because I would never try to refute any statements, written or otherwise, that suggests or proclaims me to be a sexually-perverted young woman, for indeed I am.
Briefly, my name is Keah Yolanda Yvonne Tatupu. Naturally I am French-Hawaiian, or, Hawaiian-French. At any rate, I was born and raised on the mainland in America. I attended the University of Southern California, where I majored in Education and English, but discovered very little about my inner being until I had graduated. I would soon discover I was a nympho and a masochist, being a nympho-masochist, and becoming a confirmed nympho-masochist, to live and do such things as this person would do, until destiny decided on something different.
At the moment, while depressed, alone and needing to be sucked and fucked, needing to have my big long-dick lover crush my tits with his powerful hands for me, to pinch hell out of my nipples, to pull my long black hair out by the roots, to goose me in my panting, mucky asshole, to propel his kingly organ all the way to the bottom of my well-developed pussy hole, I contented myself by finishing up the stick of grass while II reminisced.
Before I relate those thoughts to you, let me please give you more than my name to remember. I want you to remember ALL of me, and forget none.
I'm considered to be a tall girl; reasonably so, not exceptionally. I'm not a string-bean with a heavenly face and with attributes that go without notice. There is sultry flesh on my sturdy five-feet-eight-inch frame. Anyway, Wade Saxton, my adorable, experienced, good dick lover adores my satiny-bronzed complexion more than I do, and I keep it at it's peak of remarkable brilliance. My hair coloring is blue-black and naturally blue-black. I've never used any hair coloring on it at all, and it falls back in a thick mane over the contours of my delicate shoulders, and is silken soft at all times. It stops just short of my hips, or if over my front, slightly below my waist. My eyes? They're wide, hazel and according to Wade, outshine the most precious gems on or in the earth. They are imbedded on opposite sides of my distinctively protruding nose. Lips? Full and succulent ones that they are, along with my pearly white teeth, personify a bouquet of succulent inviting nectar. Every since I can remember I have always been particular about keeping all of me in the best possible physical appearance at all times. This includes my waist, which is quite tiny, my belly, which is as flat as a board, and curvaceous attractively stimulating legs, while they blossom into my velveteen smooth thighs, which naturally swell firmly and voluptuously into my bouffant hips. Ah, ha! But it is my pop-to breasts that are MY pride and joy, as well as Wade's. And please believe me when I say, they are high and very erect on my chest, shaped like bounteous cones, with all of their torridly hot loveliness coming to a throbbing conclusion with big, thick and rigid-hard nipples at their ends. My nipples are almost like a very young girl's tits beginning to grow, and are without question the most sensitive parts of my upper torso. Wade can cream me in so many ways through manipulation of my titties.
Now, I had been studying modeling while in my last year at S.C., as well as taking up an unusual sport for one with such loveliness as myself. Kenpo Karate. I was a First Brown Belt when I MET UP WITH Mister Wade Saxton, his friends Toby and Talia Simms.
I had seen Toby and Talia at the studio on Sunset Boulevard many times, and had occasionally talked with Talia. I had also watched the Kenpo Master, Wade Saxton fight many, many times, but always from afar. The closest I ever came to the handsome half-breed's body was when I looked at his pictures in Martial Arts magazines.
The day Wade Saxton took over the martial arts Academy I was attending, was the day I knew what life was all about. None of us, excluding the man who had previously owned the Academy, and Toby and Talia knew anything about Mister Saxton's taking over. And when Ed Steinberg had us all together in the large front training room and told us, the oooh's and ahhh's roared. Everyone was shackled with excitement. I was ready to cum!
Wade was handsomely attired in an Orange pullover sweater, light blue trousers, with white low-cut shoes. He was a stature of unquestionable masculinity that stopped in front of me. I was close enough to reach out and touch him, and all at once my heart began to throb and my clitoris-a live fuse-yawned awake, then began to quiver. I couldn't believe a man could be so beautiful. I knew all about his martial arts abilities, just like everyone else. But that was not what concerned me right then. His skin was tawny beautiful, and his coal black hair was in big thick curls touching his shoulders. His flashing gray eyes were ever so erotically appealing, it was like God turning on the lights in the Universe when he looked at me. He was turning on a soul I never knew I had, a life I had never lived, a love I had never owned, a passion and desire I had forsaken. Goddamn, the bastard was fascinating!
I remember he told us all to sit where we were, because he wanted us to be comfortable while he told us of his policy, and the changes we could expect to be made.
Now, I was in the front row, and right in front of Wade. When I sat down and looked up, the only thing I saw was the print of his beautiful cock sitting there on the left side of his trousers against his left thigh.
I had never seen a cock other than that of a small child, and I had no idea what one looked like in reality when attached to a fully grown man. Therefore, the size of Wade's cock didn't strike me as being anything unusual, and no more than any other man had. That was how little I knew about the male anatomy and attributes, particularly the private ones. But, seeing that beautiful cock's print right there in reach caused me to tingle all over, and my mouth watered. I felt like I was going to shit and piss at the exact same time, and couldn't understand why. I had pissed earlier, and also taken a good, healthy shit. Then I remembered I had dreamed of a real cock once, with all kinds of dimensions, from a very tiny to an exaggerated large. I was looking at the exaggerated large in reality right then.
After telling us he was going to get our behinds in top physical condition, and how it would be done, the beautiful man with the big beautiful cock asleep on the left side of his trousers, walked away to get into his G.I.s. Ed Steinberg started us out stretching.
So, that was Wade Saxton in person; the man who just had to be the ideal dream-man of every young chick and a helluva lot of old hens who had seen him. He was absolutely terrific. I could feel his kingly cock bursting my pussy hole wide open right then. I even thought I felt it plunging off into my mouth and throat, then on up into my asshole. Christ! I was going to cum if I kept it up. Gosh! Could I give him my little ole cherry to pop? Ooh, shit, that sounded good, and felt even better. Waaaahhhhoooo! I could do it! I could let him break into my body! He could be my first! He could be my last! Fuck, he could be my everything! Waaaahhhhoooo, look out, little cherry. Virginity: lost, but never found, would most likely be the way it would end up between Mister Saxton and lil'l ole me.
"He's somethin' else, ain't he?" Talia said to me, as I was doing a complete split, all the way down to the floor. It was quite easy for me. I'd practiced it all of my life.
"Doesn't seem real," I told her. I was so excited my cunt was boiling my juices.
"Well," she grinned, "he's not only real, but single. No girl friend at the moment, and er, you're without a fella. And, Toby and me just happen to be very close friends. Want an intro?"
I felt a sharp pain at the end of my clit, then pure ecstasy.
"Why not?" I smiled.
"Hey," grinned Talia, "see that beautiful cock of his?"
"er, huh," was all I dare say. Then added, "Yeah!"
"How would you like to go to bed with something like that up in your cunt or your ass, huh?"
Waaaahhhhoooo! Was she ever uninhibited, I thought. In my asshole? Was she kidding? All of that hunk of meat with no fat?
"I bet you can just get your mouth over it," Talia went on. "I've seen it when it's hard, baby. Beautiful! Is it ever beautiful. Toby's not far behind. Give my jaws a real workout!"
Asshole? Mouth? Jaws? I knew what she was talking about, but hadn't the slightest idea how to answer her.
"Er, I suppose you know him quite well," I said.
"Know him?" she smiled fully. "We live with the guy! You mean ... how well do we know him...."
"Quite well, I suppose," I said, meaning that she had let him fuck her cunt, asshole and mouth for her.
"Not that well, Yo-Yo," she said honestly. "I've got what I want. I've always had it. I always will."
"Toby?"
"My man, baby. MY man!"
We looked up and saw Wade was standing right above us with gold satin G.I.s on and his Black Belt. He look "smashing," as the British would say. My little pink beast, my clit, fainted, and my cunt was about to vomit up an orgasm. But there was no sign of his glorified organ showing. Since men in martial arts all wear protective cups, I imagined his was sitting in a very special one, designed especially for him. There couldn't possibly be another cock as kingly as his!
He knelt down in front of me, with his eyes intently observing my perfectly executed split, and he noticed I was in no agony at all.
"This is Keah Yolanda Yvonne Tatupu, Wade," Talia said.
"Hi, Keah," he said to me. "You seem to be comfortable in that position. Are you?"
"Er, huh," I managed to say to this bronzed god. I wanted to kiss his sexy mouth with my entire body.
"You know the SWORD SET?" he asked me. LONG #5? STAFF SET? LONG #4? TRIDENT SET? FINGER SET? MOVING FINGER and your twenty-one Brown Belt Basics?"
"Er, huh?"
"All sixty techniques?"
"All sixty."
"How far are you along in your Black Belt Basics and techniques?"
"All fourteen basics and eight techniques."
"How well do you know them?"
"As well as I've been taught."
"Good! You seem to be one student I'm not going to have to shape up or ship out. And you're pretty, too!"
"Thank you," I smiled.
"Can we talk later? Privately?"
"If you like."
"I like. Oh, er, you married?"
"Nope."
"Then let's make it very private."
"Okay," I cooed.
"And, er, don't stretch anything out of place," he said, as he stood up, giving me an oblique, amorous look.
Talia, who also had the face and body of a photographer's model winked her baby-blue eyes at me when Wade walked away. Then she said, "Don't screw up, Kiddo. He doesn't take to girls that easily. You're obviously something special. He'll give it to you good. Maybe he'll even cum for you. Just be sure if it's in your mouth you don't waste it. He goes crazy when it's wasted! And I don't blame him. Any broad with a truly good sense of taste would never waste that rich, thick and delicious cum, Baby. Right?"
What the fuck was she talking about? Him cuming in my mouth? Ah, shit! Did men do that? Or better still; did women like for men to do it? Was that a part of love making? Hell, I didn't know from shit. So, since Talia seemed to have all the answers, I assumed getting dicked in all of those ways was part of physical love, and it was alright, and I didn't give it another thought.
It was a Tuesday evening in July, and the academy at that time didn't have air-conditioning. And, like all Tuesday nights, it was physical training. Only with Wade to those not in good condition it was more like doing everything at once. There were some of the previous instructors, Blue and Green Belts who did not even do the five minutes of running in place for Wade. And the master gave them hell. I mean he really talked about them and their poor physical conditions like crazy. I thought several times he was going to smack a couple of the guys. But instead of doing anything physical to them, he told everyone who could not go through his training routine, he would give them three weeks to get into shape, and if by then they weren't, they could find another school. He told them they were not living up to their terms of the contracts they had signed, and were wasting their money. He added, he did not need their money, and would not accept it if they were not learning and maintaining a certain level of physical fitness, and that went double for all instructors.
"Tough guy," one of the girls was saying in our dressing room. "He expects us to be like him. He can kiss my fucking asshole!"
"We aren't the ones to complain to, bitch," Talia told the girl. "You got troubles? Tell'um to Mister Saxton or keep your fucking mouth shut, I'd hate to be the one to have to close it for you: you be a helluva time getting it opened again."
"You go to hell, freak!" the angry girl said, then picked up her bag and switched out.
Freak? Yeah, I'd say Talia had to be from what she was telling me about sex. However, all she had said to me, appealed tremendously to my sexual nature. It just seemed right No one had ever touched me; no man or boy had ever put his hands on my titties or my hips and especially not my split beaver. But I was filled with ecstasy and passionate desire to have all of these and more things done to me.
When I was dressed, Talia looked up at me with roving eyes, then she said, "You fill out that capri set like a photographer's model." She pointed to my breasts. "Yours?"
"Sure. They look false?"
She shook her head. "Naw. Just obscene! You're gonna knock Wade right out of his no-cum-habit."
"Beg your pardon??"
"He doesn't like to cum," she told me. "Says it's not worth the energies he has to put out. But, he likes making all kinds of love. You can get his cum I bet. Make him give it to you, shit."
"I see." Only I didn't.
We finished in the dressing room and walked out. Wade was waiting beside one of the kick bags. He turned his smiling face to us.
"You don't look that way in your G.I.s" he told me. "You a model or something?"
'Yes," I replied. "Photographer's model. And you're very kind. Flattery?"
"Hardly. I'm only a man."
"A very handsome man."
"And you're sexy as hell." His eyes were burning holes in my top, as he peered intently at my thick nipples pressing against the fabric. "Beautiful as they come. You busy?"
"Er, I, we, well no ... "
"Good. How about dinner?"
"I, er, have to, er, to go, er, and, er, er shower...."
"Poor excuse," he cut in. "Just tell me you're not sleeping around, and I'll understand."
"Huh?" Damnit, I was so dumb I could have killed myself.
"Well, you obviously have a good lover," he told me. "Nobody like you I've heard of before ... is free."
"But I am," I said, almost pleading for him to ask me again.
"Oh, I get it," he grinned. "You just don't give it up on your first date, is that it?"
"Why, er, I, well...."
"It's alright. You got a car?"
"Yes, but not here...."
"Then permit me to drive you home.
"Okay."
"I'll see you guys later," Talia said when Toby came up behind her and took her in his arms and gave her titties a big, hard squeeze. Shit, that looked good!
"See you," I forced myself to say.
"Take it easy," Wade told his two blond-headed friends.
"Of course you're kidding," smiled Talia, winked her eye, and walked out with Toby still squeezing one of her tits and nibbling at her ear. I was really excited behind all of that action.
Wade and I walked quietly to his new Lincoln Continental he had just bought. He opened the door for me and I got in. He went to the driver's side and got in under the steering wheel.
"Where to, loveliness?" he asked my sweetly.
Well, I tell you what; I may have been dumb about sex, but I was not just plain DUMB. I know a man like Wade Saxton comes along just once in a girl's lifetime, if at all. Being a virgin and raised by a strict family, I knew nothing at all about life. But I was sexy and beautiful, and I wanted Wade Saxton. I had already made up my mind he was the one, and I was going to let him do whatever he wanted to do to me, whenever and wherever. I felt for sure I was living out my last moments of virgin-hood.
"So, I said, "Hey, I, er, I don't have to do anything special. And I am hungry."
"Would you consider eating at my place?" he asked. "There'll be other people there, so you won't have to worry about me stealing your goodie. How about it?"
"Who said you'd have to steal it? And your invitation sounds great."
Since Wade lived up on Bassey Street, overlooking all of Los Angeles, it was quite a drive for us. But he didn't talk about fucking or anything about sex. He talked about how I felt being a model, and being involved in martial arts. In those early days of our relationship I only knew of a few young women who were remotely interested, and they were considered to be an elite class of females, mostly very manly, even lesbians. I told him I worked hard at it for years, and I thought whenever I won my Black Belt I would have rightfully earned it.
He also surprised me when he told me he was also a photographer, and was thinking seriously of starting another magazine. He owned one KENPO: FIST LAW. His mind was set on a magazine to compete with the likes of PLAYBOY and other girlie magazines. He would call it Ethereal. It would be different. Although sex would be suggested and revealed, and sexuality explored in depth, it would not be all sex, and pornography was not even hinted, even though the naked bodies of sexy young girls would grace many of the pages each month. Wade's idea of pornography meant those who used and abused sex to the point of preying upon the weaknesses of others for a buck, otherwise it was not pornography.
What interested me most of all about his idea was his ideals for Cover Girls, Centerfolds and Calendar Girls. He said I would probably be the most interesting Calendar or Cover Girl anyone could ever hope to photograph. I thanked him kindly for thinking of me in that light, and by then he was pulling into the driveway at the house.
There was a big green lawn out in front with a steel wire fence surrounding it. The lawn was beautifully green, with shrubs growing down the walkway, around the side of the fence, and some against the house. Lovely flowers were also planted in various spots in the lawn to add to its beauty.
"It's beautiful!" I exclaimed.
"Wait'll you see the back," he told me, getting out of the car.
He was the perfect gentleman, He came around and opened the car door for me and helped me out. I thanked him, and he took my hand and we walked together beside the house into the back. And I had to agree with him; it was more beautiful.
There was a heart-shaped swimming pool in the center of the green lawn, and a beautiful rose garden all around the side of the high brick wall. There was also a patio and furniture, a barbeque grill, a bar and plenty of furniture for sunning or relaxing.
We smiled as we entered the back door, then I was shocked at what I saw. Talia and Toby were nude on the living room floor, and she was really giving his cock a good sucking. He was moaning, grunting and pinching her nipples. I almost came just by looking. Then she spit the mammoth dick out of her mouth, licked her lips and smiled. "Sorry," she said more or less apologizing. "My brother's cock was in my throat!"
Brother? Cock in her throat? Was she kidding me? Was I so dumb? Incest? Waaahhhooo, the things some people did. Waaahhhooo!
"Er, its alright," I managed to say, holding onto Wade's hand, wanting him to hurry up and get me out of there. I was going to cum any minute! Damn, I sure needed to be laid badly. I knew it for sure right then, and wasn't about to deny myself the pleasure of having Master Wade Saxton pop my cherry box open for me. My panties were getting soaked with my passion juice right then, and my cunt was pleading for his kingly cock to break into it. All the way in!
"You can shower here if you like," Wade told me. "As you can see, we're a family."
"That's beautiful," I said.
"We think so. We've seen HAIR about thirty times at least, and we agree with it, and disagree along with it, too. So, we do as we feel. But, er, we seldom smoke. You?"
"Er, no."
"Grass, I mean," he smilingly said. "Er, no. Not even cigarettes."
"Good."
"What?"
"You. Look, after you've had your shower and we've eaten, we'll have some fun. If you want privacy, I have my room."
"Er, privacy," I grinned. "Absolute privacy."
"Great. We've got roast beef for tonight. You like it?"
"Love it."
"I'll show you where everything is, and let you get yourself all cleaned up. Would you like one of Talia's sheer gowns? Or maybe a baby-doll ensemble? They're all new. She hasn't worn them."
"Oh ... Er, alright."
After we had toured the house we ended up in the shower area of the bathroom together. And I didn't have the slightest idea Wade was going to shower with me until I noticed he was undressing. I didn't want to appear dumb and inhibited, so I just got out of my things as if I had done it a thousand times before. Then I turned and saw his cock. The stem of a god! The wand of a king! A miracle worker!
He boldly stepped past me and turned on the water, smiled, and I stepped out of my panties and into the shower. He looked at the thick patch of black flaxen hairs around my pussy and nodded his head approvingly.
"You're apparently a healthy girl," he told me. "You've managed, with the help of Mother Nature, of course, to grow two heads of lovely hair."
"Oh?"
"Jesus!" he exclaimed, handing me a shower cap while he stared at my breasts. "If I wasn't seeing them with my own eyes, I'd swear they were false. Er, you gonna let me enjoy 'um?"
"Sure," I told him, stepping under the water, and he took me at my word.
As soon as we were under the water together, his hands came upon them. I had my hands up at the time, stuffing my hair under the shower cap. His hands surrounded my titties and gave them a delightful squeeze.
"Hey, outta sight!" he exclaimed in my ear, then kissed the back of my neck. I began tremble as sparks of desire jumped off the tip end of my clit. "Real ones! I can't believe it. I swear I'm jealous."
"No need to be," I assured him.
He turned me around so we were facing each other, and he could see all of me from the front. He was looking at me in what I considered a strange way at the time. Suddenly. I felt his hands touching my quivering hips, then move away. I tried to act normal, but I was on top of a wild volcano that was getting ready to explode. I wasn't sure I would be able to handle it. I was so lost in my strange feelings I forgot what I was doing. I was content on what he was doing to me. His big gray eyes ran all over my curves and mounds.
Finally he pulled me into his arms. I was naked and plush against him, with his hot hands upon my ass-cheeks, moving around in stimulating little circles ever so gently. All the while I was seeing my own pleasures in his eyes, a pleasure I had never seen before, and certainly never lived.
I had kissed a few boys before, but I had never been kissed by any of them the way Wade kissed me that night. In a moment his lips were near mine, but not touching. Then he ran his tongue over my lips, with the tip just barely touching, as if he was tasting me. I went limp. His hands were still upon my naked flesh, and our tongues were engaged in a heated battle with one another, fighting for the ecstasy that was being constrained. In another moment he sent his hands on a torrid tour of my body that carried them all over my upper torso, my hips and my belly as well as my aching tits. Fiery hands left fiery trails wherever they traveled, until I thought I would go mad with desire. My pleasures were no longer restrained, but more and more was being provoked and evoked.
"UMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmm!" I moaned softly for him. He had me on fire inside and out, and he was just beginning." UMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! UMMMMMMMMMMnhnnnnnnnn!"
I felt his hard cock punching me in the belly just above my navel. I wanted this stem that protruded from his groin in my body. I had to know what it was like just to hold it in my hands. MY hands had never experienced such a delightful thrill before. I gave it to them right then. I reached down and caught the throbbing root of his sexual body, and couldn't get my fingers around it. I tried ever so hard, but to no avail. It was that kingly. Now, more than ever before, I wanted it in me. I had to have this throbbing king of cocks, king of delectation, way up in me where nothing save that which I was born with had ever been. I wanted it to live in me as a plant lives in the ground, as a tree grows by the river, as a body of land is surrounded by great waters, so. did I want my body to surround this manly cock of all cocks, master of all pricks, conqueror of cunts and weapon of pleasure.
In his search of my body he eventually arrived upon the mound of my delicate front ingress to ineffable pleasure that was bubbling hot between my slightly parted and quivering thighs. My soul fled my being. He touched my clitoris and I exploded. "UHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNN!" I moaned against his lips as I spent a rich orgasm. "OOOHHHHHhhhh, Wade, OOOHHHHhhh! OOOHHHHhhh! UUUUUMMMMmmmm! AAAAHHHHhhh! AAAAGGGHHHhhhh!"
Wade mercilessly tormented my enflamed clitoris and made me live in the active inferno he built between my thighs. I lost my sense of balance, and my sense of concentration failed me, my sense of direction ran away and hid, and I was left alone to be melted in that hot inferno, with my body a living slave to the naughty fingers maddening me. I was jerking, twitching and riding the hot tidal waves of pleasure, one after the other. "OHHHHHHhhhhhh!" I whimpered as I screamed. "OHHHHHHhhhhhh! You're making me cum, Wade! I'm cuming! AAAAAGGGGGHHHHhhhh!"
I was so thoroughly impassioned I was limp and sinking to the floor. I was crying and moaning and suffering beautifully as the hot thrills and burning sensations continued to ignite and explode me.
Then I was there on my knees facing his massive stem and did not know what in hell to do with this masculine beauty-wand. I just remembered what I had seen Talia doing, and remembered what she said at the academy, and took it in my mouth.
Wade placed his hands behind my head and began to move his hips. He was fucking my mouth! His stem was growing deeper and deeper into my mouth. Not knowing any better, I thought what was happening was something all girls did to their men. And taking his massive cock so far into my mouth as I was, was something entirely new for Wade, but I didn't know it.
Since what I was doing seemed to please him, and he was really giving my mouth a good fuck, I just let him have his pleasures because I was sure in hell having mine. I began to feel him trembling as big and as powerful as he was, and his stem got harder and thicker, and, OOOPS! down my gullet it went. I couldn't breathe! And I didn't know what the hell to do. My eyes began to water-my pulse was beating ever so rapidly, and I was getting dizzy. All the time Wade was having himself a ball fucking my throat. The way he was shoving cock in and out of my gullet, it had to be terribly good to him, and even though I was suffering, I was cumming like a freak all the time.
Then, just as it had slipped down into my gullet, it came back up. The damned thing began to erupt, and he began to grunt and groan and express his ecstasies aloud. "AHHHH, goddamn!" he yelled out. "CHESUS, I'm cumming in your mouth! AAAAAARGGGHHHhhh! UUUMMM!"
I was so busy remembering what Talia had told me about not wasting his cream, I didn't get to see his face. But he must have looked like a different person altogether. And, gar lee!-was he ever full. I thought he was never going to stop spurting. It was striking the roof of my mouth, and I had to gulp it down rapidly. He must have had a good half-cup or more, and it was still gushing from that little canal in the head of his mammoth joint into my cum-hungry mouth, and I continued to gulp it into my cum-filled belly where it must have quickly digested.
As the last few drops went down, I looked up and smiled. I had given him the greatest thrill in all of his life and didn't know it. But all I wanted at the time was for him to be pleased, because I was proud of myself.
Wade was not pleased at all, but for different reasons.
"I er, do something wrong?" I wondered as I stood up.
"Wrong? Er, no. No, not at all. It's just that you're, er, you're a virgin, and I hate virgins!"
CHAPTER TWO
Wade finished his shower and got out with a disappointed look on his face. I had given him a mighty blow-job, taken his kingly cock down in my gullet, and even ate his cum without wasting a drop. And just because he discovered I had a hymen, suddenly he detested virgins. Why? A girl was only a virgin no longer than her hymen was intact. He could break the damned thing if he wanted to. He certainly had the equipment.
But, there he was drying himself off without looking at me. My world was crumbling into bits and pieces, and looked like a giant jigsaw puzzle. I didn't know what pieces to try and put back together first. I began to cry.
When I stepped out of the shower, Mister Wade Saxton tossed me a towel, and I began to dab myself dry while I sniffled. "You're a cruel bastard, you know that!" I whimpered.
"Cruel?"
"Yes, cruel! You know damned well I would never have sucked your cock like that if I didn't have strong feelings for you. I've never sucked a cock before, damn you! I even let you cum in my mouth ... and I ate it! I ate your goddamn cum, you sonofabitch, and now ... now you're treating me like ... like a ... a fucking whore that took your money ... and didn't please you...."
"No , shit?" he grinned doubtfully. "You took my hunk of meat all the way into your gullet ... and you want ME to believe YOU never sucked it before? You're full of shit, baby! Oh, I admit you have a hymen and you're obviously a hymen-virgin, but it's also obvious to me you've had plenty of experience in cocksucking!"
I whirled in anger. Fire was beaming from my eyes. "Mister know-it-all," I said," for your information, I didn't have the slightest idea what I was doing, or you were doing to my mouth. I wanted to please you, so, I figured you were doing what you enjoyed, and I let you continue. But you don't have to believe me. Just forget me! And you can forget that ... that bit of ... of finger fucking you gave me, too. And please, don't even think of the other."
"Forgotten," he said.
"You're a queer, you know that, Mister Saxton? Here I am ... I've got a soft, mellow, sweet, tender young body no man has ever touched, and I'm shaped like a goddess of life. and my attributes are better looking than any you've ever seen, let alone made love to, my box is hot, virgin tight with a ripe cherry just waiting for you to pluck, and all you could do was finger fuck me! Now, you make the excuse you're not going to lay me because I'm a virgin, and you detest virgins. You're full of shit, Mister Saxton! Bullshit! I ... I must be goofy ... offering you myself like this when we just met, and you obviously don't like women, and even though I'm a virgin, I'm too much woman for you. So, I fervidly apologize for that exclusive blow I gave you! Next time, you take your hunk of meat to a damned ewe! Or use your damned hands. Ohhh, I bet you're good at that. Naw; you're great at it!
He was silent as he slipped into his black robe that was trimmed in red, then walked out of the bathroom. I watched him go out of the door and out of my life. I was alone like always. I was a prisoner in the shackles of life, a captive of passion and desire. I was breathing without a breath and crying without a tear. I was so hurt and frustrated and befuddled I couldn't even get sick and puke up his damned cum. Shit!
I hurried up and got dressed and came out of the bathroom on wobbly legs. I was so ashamed I couldn't hold my head up. I knew Toby and Talia had heard it from Wade, that he'd had his best blow, but I could keep my damned cherry where it was.
"Wade's waiting in the car for you," Talia told me. "See you tomorrow evening."
She and Toby were still there on the floor enjoying each other. I was curious and had to know the truth.
"Thanks," I said at first. Then, "Hey, are you guys really sister and brother?"
"Twins," said Talia. "Unidentical twins."
"Oh? And, er, you don't have any scruples about incest, huh?"
"It's what's happening, Baby," said Talia. She sat up on top of Toby while his prick was still in her cunt. She grinned at me lasciviously. "Neither one of us has made it with anyone outside the family. Toby got Mom, I got Dad ... They're dead now, so, we stick together. It's a small family tradition, and we wouldn't have it any other way."
"Er, what happened to you and Wade?" asked .Toby.
"I'm a virgin," I replied," and he hates virgins."
"No, shit?" said Talia. "Didn't you guys do anything?"
"Sure," I said, feeling terribly embarrassed. "I went down on him."
"Obviously you didn't do a very good job," she said directly. "He digs sex. He's strange though, kinda like us. We don't like it a little, we love it a lot. We do it all. I get choked at times when Toby get's so carried away, and makes me hold all of his sweet cock down in my throat. But, you know what? I actually cum like a freak while I'm choking to death!"
"I know what you mean."
"How would you know?" she smiled. "You ain't took Wade Saxton like that. Did you?"
I nodded. "I thought that was the way it was supposed to be done."
"Sonofabitch!" Toby exclaimed. Wooouuuwwweeeaaa! And he's letting you get away? Something's wrong, baby." He looked up at Talia in deep thought. "Wade ain't never had his cock sucked like that before. But he's always talking about it, because you do it to me." He looked back at me and faintly smiled. "Shit, Keah, we always said if he ever got it, he'd never let the bitch go that did it. And he's letting a fine, throat-loving heifer like you walk out? It's a crazy ass world!"
Talia eased up off Toby's hard cock and stood up. She reached her hand and took mine, and began to pull me toward the bedroom. I staggered along with her. "You're staying. Baby," she told me. "Leave Wade to us. Just go on in and get your pretty little ass in bed. Naked! That is if you're really gonna give up that cherry to Wade. Gonna hurt like hell. I can tell you that"
"Sorry," I said. "I don't throw myself at the feet of any man. But, I do have terribly strong feelings for him. I've never felt this way about a man before."
"You gonna take all of that cock of his?"
"Why not?"
"Yo-Yo, his cock, as you must know, ain't no ordinary organ. And you got a cherry hung up in your split beaver. If that man can move it and get in, you're gonna be screaming like crazy. You sure you wanta take him?"
"Yes."
"Then in the bed you go. Wade'll be in shortly to relieve you of that cherry stump. Okay?"
I tried to smile. "Okay." Maybe I did smile. I was happy.
The bedroom was spacious and beautiful. On the walls, there were all kinds and sizes of men and women in various sexual positions, doing it all, as Talia would say. They looked alive, and the ecstasy on their faces fully expressed what the artist must have felt when he painted them. I had reasons to believe the artist was Mister Wade Saxton.
A large mirror covered the wall behind the bed. And there was another one right above it. I didn't know how many young virgins ever saw themselves getting their cherries plucked, but if I wished to do so, I would have that opportunity.
As for the bed; there was an expensive, although faked mink spread atop, with pink satin sheets and pillow cases. I got out of my clothes and into bed. The cool satin felt romantic and loving to my naked body. Needlessly to say, I also felt strange sensations all over me as well. Shit, I'd never been in bed with a man before. Hell, I'd never even been in a man's bedroom before. What in hell was Wade Saxton going to do to me? Burst my cherry and tell me to go to hell? I didn't care if he did. I had already made a fool of myself; I might as well get something out of it. And what I was thinking I would get was the one fucking no other man on earth would ever give me again. My first!
It was nine-thirty before Wade was there knocking at the door. My heart leaped into my throat. I flung the covers to the four corners of the earth, and jumped out of bed and rushed to the door and opened it. Wade took me in his arms. I surrendered to him from deep inside of me, my mouth wide open to give him the kiss I wanted him to have. We were instantly excitingly caressing one another's tongues, with me using all the know-how I could muster. He lifted me up like a feather and carried me back to the bed and placed me on it like a valuable piece of property, then he knelt down like a little child that had done wrong, and didn't quite know how to ask for forgiveness.
"You're painfully beautiful, you know," he began. "Not just ordinary ... but special. Er, what you, er, did ... it kinda got to me, you know. Er, I've never, er, been jealous of a woman before. But, er, I was seriously jealous afterwards...."
"So am I," I cut in-"I'm jealous of every pair of lips you've ever kissed, every tongue you've ever sucked, every cunt you've ever fucked. I believe I'm jealous of the clothes you wear, the blood in your veins, the hair on your head, the skin covering your flesh. I'm jealous of everything in your past I'm not a part of, and that goes for the future as well.
"No one ... ever felt that way about me before, he said, with a surprised look on his face. "But I'm glad. I mean ... I'm glad you're untouched. And, er, I really don't like virgins ... or ... I didn't ... Well, I guess you put an end to that." He put his fingers against my nipples and I felt my clitoris quiver, and I thought I heard it squeal at the same time I closed my thighs up tight. Now his index fingers and his thumbs began to apply pressure on my nipples, and he lifted his eyes up to meet the ecstasy embracing my face. "God, you're so beautiful, Keah. Honestly you are. I can plainly see right now ... I'm gonna hunger for the sound of your voice, the tender touch of your hands, the beautiful sight of your naked loveliness, the tender sight of your soft smile, and God only knows what else.
"Anyway, I was wrong, and I apologize. Forgive me. You were right about me being cruel. I know this now."
"Forgiven," I said softly, ever so softly.
"Er, Keah, I can't just take your virginity. I mean ... I don't have anyone, and if I pop your cherry ... I want you for myself. I want you to come live with me. I don't believe I could do it any other way. I do believe we'll make an exciting couple."
"I see. Well, Wade, my feelings for you have changed since I sucked you off in the shower, and afterwards. Now, you've got to tell me exactly what it is in a woman you want. I could never go through that kind of scene again. Too embarrassing. Know what I mean?"
"Yeah. Er, well. I want my woman to be my woman...."
"Sexually. Wade." I cut in. "Sexually."
"Oh," he shrugged. "To be a good lay, I suppose...."
I knelt down on the floor in front of him and placed his strong hands on my shoulders. "Hey," I smiled, "you're a big boy now. You can tell me all about it. Okay? Liked what I did in the shower, didn't you?"
"Yeah," he grinned. "Shocked me! But you're right. I loved it...."
"Okay, take it from there. Tell me about all you dig."
"Well, you're beautiful, you know ... You've got one helluva body. I'd like to kiss it ... all over...."
"French me, you mean?"
"Yeah."
"What else?"
"Whatever you like."
"Wade, I'm interested in pleasing you. Now, I don't know anything about sex. Hep me ... please. Tell me what you like, because I'll have to learn to do it. Don't you understand? I'm sexually ... dumb!"
"No one ever taught you anything?"
I shook my head. "Nope. And I'm actually a teacher, even though I'm a photographer's model. I like the latter better, but I don't have any experience in that, either."
"Waaahhhooo!" he smiled. And if you've never seen a big, powerful man blush, you've missed one of the sexiest things in the world! He blushed, believe it or not. "I, er, have to teach you, huh?"
"Yes. And whatever you teach me, I'll gladly do for you and to you."
"Oh, well, er, I like full kisses, you know. Nothing cheap. All. Er, French ... both, er, ways, and, er...."
"Let me help you. Wade," I said. "You want a good down and dirty cocksucking bitch, don't you? Just like what I gave you in the shower."
"Ummmhhh."
"And all my box and my butt, right?"
"Ummmhhh." He sat back on his haunches and shook his head in disbelief. "Boy, for a virgin you aren't inhibited at all, are you?"
"Would you believe I never said a dirty word until tonight?"
"Yes. Yes, I would believe it. And you're right about what I want and what I like. And for a broad like you to give it to me ... would be more than I've ever bargained for."
"Then, I would please you doing these things and letting you do those and other things to me, right?"
"Very much," he admitted. "But, I'm not the average man...."
"No excuses," I cut in.
"If you say so."
"We've talked. I suppose I want action as bad you, and action always spreaks louder than words."
He took me in his arms. And once in his hot embrace nothing else mattered. He was holding me the way I wanted to be held; a way I never thought anyone was capable of doing. It was as though he was holding his life's savings, a great treasure that meant everything in the world to him.
"I'll lock the door," he told me.
"No," I whispered. "I don't want you to leave me for a moment for anything. Let the damned door be! I'm your woman from now on-part of the family, okay?"
"Okay. Waaahhhooo! You're something else! Shit!
He took me in his arms once again, and this time assaulted my lips as if to devastate them. And as he passionately kissed me he took in full hands of my hair and lovingly caressed it. By then I knew he was not about to cut short his visit upon my lips. So, I just surrendered, and was nearly out of breath when he stopped sucking and massaging my tongue.
We stood up together. I was naked to the world, to the light in the room, to time, to the music, to his eyes, before heaven and all of hell, but most of all, to the hot glances of those big gray eyes of his that so passionately looked at me.
I was poised like a wanton hussy in heat. My stature of femininity was unrestrainedly lewd, and my soul was without an iota of shame. I was Wade's woman in his unique world. I was looking at him helplessly, with my eyes indicating how badly I needed fucking, and whatever else he wanted to do to me, for as long as he desired. I began to shiver. My flesh seemed to have lost control, or my damned brain had been paralyzed to the extent it could not do the job properly. He pulled me plush against him, then buried his face in my flesh, ever so completely, so deliberately and sensually.
We indulged in a lengthy kiss, and when we parted both of us were panting for air. My lips ached from the pressure they had received from his, and then the ache turned into absolute pleasure. I was somewhat surprised to find that much pleasure in the center of pain. But it was then I confirmed something I had often thought of myself. I was a masochist! I knew I loved this pain. It had engulfed and imprisoned me in a torrid inferno that had no routes of escapes, nor did I show any signs of wanting my freedom.
I licked my lips. His eyes saw that I was preparing them for his pleasure. I was making them ready to produce sweet succulence for him to take. I wanted him to have the nectar of my soul in the kiss waiting for him, and I gave it up passionately. I gave and gave, and he took and took, until I was twisting and turning while I was burning up inside and out, and could no longer endure the extremely beautiful agony of being thoroughly impassioned. I was buried deeply in a holocaust, and surrounded by tormenting flames that covered my entire being, and blazed through my soul. All I could do was moan as I did some intense cumming. "UMMMmmm! UMMMmmm! UMMMmmm! UUUMMMmmm!"
His lips went on entertaining my tongue, and his right hand parted my trembling thighs, his fingers raided my split beaver and pounced upon my screaming clitoris. I began to wiggle and whimper as the thrill continued to explode throughout me. "UMMMmmm! UUUMMMmmm! UUUMMMmmm!" His educated fingers investigated my split beaver that was beginning to feel like someone had poured hot cooking oil into it. But that middle finger of his continued to annoy my clitoris. He spanked it as if it had been naughty. "UMMMmmm! UMMMmmm!" I was still cumming for him. "UMMMmmm! UMMMmmm!" He let my tongue alone to concentrate on my thick and sensitive nipples, one after the other. Shit, I was cumming like a freak. "OOHhhh! OOHhhh! OOHhhhh! OOHhhh! I'M CUMMING, WADE. I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMIIINNNGGGggg! Auuuggghhh! Auuuggghhh! AAARRRGGGHHHhhh!"
I was cumming so intensely I had to hold on to him to stay alive. I was vibrating all over. My pussy was vomiting up red hot orgasms one after the other, and was getting ready to spasm. I continued to whimper aloud while I kept on cumming. Oh, he was doing it so good. "Aaaaggghhh, Wade, AAAGGGHHHhhh!" I lifted my left tittie up to him so he could do whatever he wanted to do to it, and worked my hips up to him, fucking his fingers. "Ahhh, shit that's so good!" I told him. "Ohhh, it's so goooddd too mm-meeeeeeee! I'm cumming some more, Wade. I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg!
Aaaarrrggghhh! Unnnggghhh! Gaaahhhrrr!"
With both hands now upon my titties he began to lick like a cat, raking his hot tongue over my sensitive flesh, moving all over my titties, not missing any parts of them, then his left hand eased down into my crotch where his fingers once again began molestation of my vulnerable clitoris, provoking and evoking more and more pleasure for me "Oooohhh, God, I'M CREAMING!" I whimpered. "I'm creaming so good, Wade!" His fingers moved much faster, and I made my hips follow them in rhythm. "I'm cumming, goddamnit! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OH! OOOHHHRRRrrr!"
I had to back away right then, and fell backwards onto the bed. He stood there and undressed, then got in the bed on his knees with his kingly prick standing out in front of him like a broken leg. I ended up in the corner of the bed, and another move and I would have fallen off onto the floor.
"Well, now," he grinned," aren't you a hot one. I'll have to do something about that, won't I?"
"Yes, Wade," I said with a trembling voice. "I'm gonna love doing that," he told me. "Are ... are you, er, Wade?"
"You betcha. I love passionate women. And Baby, you're extra passionate. You're burning hell! How many times did you get off?"
"I don't ... know," I whimpered.
"But you liked it, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"Okay ... I told you what I like, now you tell me what you like."
"I don't know," I whimpered. "How can I know?" I was going to cry I felt so badly being dumb like that. This was the twentieth century, not the gay-nineties!
"Yeah, you're right," he agreed with me in deep thought. "Er, in the shower ... did you like that"
"Er, huh."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive. I got off while I was doing it."
"Good!"
He turned his back to me and sat there in the center of the bed. I felt rather silly there with my butt almost off of the bed, acting like a frightened brat. So I moved down beside him, and told my aching cherry it wouldn't be too much longer before it was broken and splattered all over those nice satin pink sheets. It was goodby, so long, farewell, I had you but I lost you, and I'll not ever find you again.
You know by now how stupid I was about sex, and it's true. I was. To show you precisely how stupid I was about it-listen to this.
I was all set for Wade to take his kingly cock and shove it into my cunt, when he went wild over my titties. But I was not so stupid about everything. Although I didn't realize at the time he was properly preparing me for the frying pan, there was something I did know quite well. It happened like this.
While thoroughly enjoying my breasts, and making me enjoy him at the same time, playfully, and partly because of a sudden move I made, he pinched my nipple. Now, this pinch was quite hard, and the average girl would have been in terrible pain. When I made the sudden move as it was, there was indeed a sharp pain that shot through my body, but it ended up at the tip end of my vulnerable clit, and there it exploded. I responded by giving a moan of pleasure, and noticed Wade's eyes widen to their capacity.
"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I didn't mean to hurt you...."
"You didn't," I said. "It felt good."
He sat up straight for a moment. His gray eyes darted from my hazel eyes to my nipples, then he shook his head and gave me his eyes to look into. "I don't ... did you say ... I mean ... did I understand you to say ... it felt good?"
"Er, huh," I smiled. "Really good, honestly."
"Umm. Er, would it bother you if I tried to duplicate that again?"
"I'd love it!"
Gently, ever so gently, his right hand came to my left breast. For a few seconds he fondled it gently. Then he took the nipple in between his thumb and middle finger and applied pressure. As he did, he asked me how it felt, and I told him in a soft voice how good it really did feel, and if he kept on doing it I was going to shoot my gun. He pinched the damned thing harder, and just stretched me out on a bed of ecstasy. I closed my eyes and came. "Aaaaggghhh! Aaaaggghhh! Uhhhnnn! Uhhhnnn! Ohhh!"
"You came?"
"Sure. Keep it up!"
"Sonofabitch! How about this?" He took my entire tit and gave it a pretty fair squeeze. "And this?"
"Ohhh, it's beautiful! Don't stop!...."
But he did, and his face was frowning.
"What is it?" I asked. "That's such a good feeling. I was about to cum!"
"Keah, have you got any idea what that makes you?"
"Sure."
"Keah, if you enjoy pain like that ... it means you're a ... well, it means you're a masochist!"
"I know," I grinned. "What's wrong with that?"
"I'm no sadist!" he said.
"It turns you off because I get a thrill?"
"No, but, er I can't go around hurting you the way Toby does Talia. I'm not that kind of person! Shit! Chesus! Damn!"
I turned over and lay on top of him. He was a damned liar. His cock was as hard as a piece of railroad track. It was good to him and we both knew it. He just didn't want to admit it.
"Hey," I said, "if you think for a moment I'm going around with nipples that like to get pinched and tits that love to be squeezed without having it, you can forget it. I tell you ... it felt good! Really, really good! I don't care what you do to me, Wade. And if I want you to do these things to me, you should do them. You did ask me what I liked. Now we both know. Okay, you're not a sadist. You don't have to be. Just ... let me enjoy myself. I'll make you enjoy yourself, and we'll both be happy."
"Just like that?" he asked in disbelief.
"Uh, huh. Unbelievable? Well, let me be brief about my past life with boys. No boys. Period! Oh, I can remember a few I let kiss me, but that's all. I was too much in love with myself. I had all the sex I wanted at MY fingertips, if you know what I mean. I got off masturbating, pinching my nipples and squeezing my tits. What did I need boys for?
"Then, I saw you fight, and something happened inside of me' that had never happened before. I shrugged it off, but every time I saw you it happened again. And, this evening ... Well, I almost got my gun off just by looking at the imprint of your cock. Now, I feel like I'm hooked on your entire beautiful body, and everything else about you. Okay?"
He nodded his head with understanding, then cut his eyes down at my mammaries. "You, er, don't wear a bra, huh?"
"Nope. Never have. Why? Should I?"
"Chesus! You went through college at S.C. like that? With knockers like you've got?"
"Sure, and I was a cheerleader, too."
"Chesus! And I bet they did more bouncing up and down in your chest than the football did on the field."
"So I've been told," I blushed.
"And you're really gonna be mine? Live with me and everything?"
"Uh, huh. And never think of another man."
"Chesus! All of you ... Mine? I must be dreaming. You're a fucking goddess, damnit! You could boil Hollywood over! Chesus!"
"I'll be happier to have you love me, and let me love you. That's Hollywood enough for me. We'll make our own movies, write our own scripts, do our own directing and producing. You take your stem and write, 'I love you,' at the bottom of my box, then you direct me, and we'll each do the producing. I'll make all the moves you want me to make, and the way you want them made. And the results should be perfect entertainment. And being a Hollywood glamour gal can't do that for me."
He looked at me a long time without batting an eye or even breathing. Then he said, "You're okay, Keah. You've got'cha self a deal. Come here...."
He gently cuddled me in his arms close to him, and held me a long time in silence. I knew he had a helluva problem to try and solve. And instead of thinking about getting into my box, he was thinking of my health.
Maybe I would develop cancer from that kind of loving. I had thought of it myself, but wasn't afraid. I sort of knew it would never happen to me. I felt I was created in that particular fashion by nature, and she was not going to cross me up.
I rolled off him and he turned over on his belly. "Er, Keah, will you make me a promise and keep it?"
"For you? Anything. What?"
"Will you visit a doctor often?"
"Sure, I will. Now, will you do something for me?"
"Name it."
"Well, my pussy is hot, okay? So, you break in and cool it off for me, willy a, ummmm?"
"Keah, you're tight as a ten-year-old, and Im as big as a miniature pony ... I tell'ya, it's gonna hurt like all hell." There was a hint of sadness in his voice as he spoke, and more of it in his big gray eyes. "Are you ready for that?"
"Uh, huh," I nodded. "You've forgotten; I'm a masochist! I'll love every minute of it. The pain will be ecstasy to me!"
He snapped his fingers. "Yeah, I'd forgotten about that."
He raised up and took me in his arms. His right hand came to my belly for a brief moment, then moved to my side, and his fingers started going up and down me, sending needle-like stings of pointed passion blazing through me. I didn't know what in hell to do or how to act, or what he anticipated me doing. So I just got hold of his joint with my hands and held it. He seemed to enjoy that. I told myself to be very calm because everything was going to be alright. If there was pain, to me it would be pleasure. That was the beauty I looked forward to whereas other normal virgins couldn't, not with a stud-man like Wade Saxton.
My lover slid down some, keeping one hand under my back and the other one burning up one of my nipples while he soothed the other one with his hot tongue lashes. Flames were coming upon me from all directions. He kissed and fondled me for as long as I could stand it. He was slowly disconnecting me from my senses once again. As surely as I'm one solidified creature of flesh and blood, I felt the same, but one that was on fire, and all of the oceans and seas of the world wouldn't put me out. My cunt kept vomiting up orgasms so rapidly, a machine could not have kept count. I was becoming fatigued and ready to pass out. By then he had reached my pussy, and I mean to tell you it was red hot. He opened my frightened vulva lips and peeped at my clitoris, then hit it with his tongue. "AGGGHHHhhh!' I cried. "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna ... cccuuummm! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Auuuggghhh, I'm cuming! I'm cuming, Wade, I'm doing it for you! Oooohhh! Oooohhh! Aaaaggghhh! UNNNGGGHHH! Gaaahhh! Aaaarrrggghhh!"
Wade Saxon was loving up my split beaver right then, and there was absolutely no way to get him out. He had looped his hands and arms up under my thighs and over my lower belly, and as strong and as powerful as his hands and arms were, all of my twisting and jerking didn't move him an inch away from my cunt. He was no longer lashing my clitoris with his tongue, but was massaging it with one of his thumbs, and licking my vulva lips. Auuuggghhh!" I began to cry out again. Auuuggghhh, Wade, auuuggghhh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm c-c-cuuummmiiinnnggg!"
He was creaming me all over again, and all I could do was hold my suffering pussy, hot and juicy as it was, up to his hands and his mouth and let him eat another hole in it. Ohhh, goddamn, you're thrilling the cream out of my entire body!" I told him. He was actually feasting on natural red-hot juiced-up pussy. The man was having his dessert. My pussy was his dessert, and he wasn't going to leave a drop for his next meal. He was going to eat it all at once. And there was positively nothing I could do or say that would convince him he should save a little for a snack later on, or maybe a nibble or two for the wee-wee hours of the morning. Damnit, he had already eaten his bedtime snack, and was working on his morning breakfast.
I couldn't remember exactly how many times my fingers had been down there to get me off in the past, but not a one of them were so viciously evil as the one it was still shaking hands with right then.
"Awww. Wade, awww!" I cried out, twisting, turning, jerking and twitching. "Awwwooo, my God, awwwooo! Ohhh, it's so good to me! Ohhhhrrrr! Aaaarrrggghhh!"
I continued to call his name as he creamed me, I continued to call his name, twist, jerk, twitch, moan and curse, but all that seemed to do was make him eat me faster and better, and I just couldn't be still or keep quiet. It was too good to just lie and take. Besides, I'm a very emotional person to begin with. So, I cried and whimpered, as the lightning-like flashes of ecstasy rumbled through me.
"Auuuggghhh! Wade, I'm still creaming, goddamnit! I ... I ... I'm still ... creaming. Oh, God, I'm creaming so much! Ooh, shit, I'm on fire, God, and the man is burning me up. Auuuggghhh! Unnnggghhh! Ooohhh! Oooohhh! Oooohhh! Oooohhhrrr!"
At the moment I felt certain Wade Saxton was going to crawl up inside of my virgin cunt and die. The fire he was causing was creeping up all over my flesh. My blood was pure molten lava flowing through my veins throughout my entire body. Oh, God, he raised my legs and thighs up and pushed them back, pressing down on me from behind my knees, and this raised my pussy up to him so he could have whatever he might have missed. But I was certain the hole that had been down there for better than twenty-one years was all gone, but now he was going to lick and eat up the goddamn bowl it came in. until all the cherry disappeared.
I was being tormented beautifully, from one end of my anatomy to the other. Wade had no intentions whatsoever of stopping. He was thoroughly feasting on what was left of my virgin cunt. And it was so good to me I had to raise up and see if the black hairs had not turned red I was so hot down there. But they were still there, black as ever, but as wet as if I had taken a bath, and they were dancing with erotic joy around my hole. Pleasure and ecstasy were storming throughout me like a band on parade, marching through my heart, veins and all my organs and glands. I wasn't creaming any more, I was cuuummmiiinnnggg!
"Ohhh, goddamn, Wade, ohhh!" I cried. "Don't eat me all up! Pleaseee don't eat up all my pusssiiieee! Auuuggghhh! Auuuggghhh! Oooohhh! Aggghhh! Unnnggghhh! Ooh, weee, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh, I'm cumming! Ohhhrrr!"
I was just wasting my breath. Wade Saxton was feasting on this nympho-masochist's sweet, virgin pussy, and nothing was going to stop him. I just knew he was going to eat too much and come down with a case of acute indigestion and die between my thighs. Then the sweet bastard belched.
"Excuse me, Baby," he said, "Sorry," and he went back to eating me all over again.
CHAPTER THREE
After Wade had parched my entire body on the outside, and had been absolutely sizzling and boiling on the inside, he let my burned-up pussy hole alone, and sat up and talked to me. We talked about his idea for the j new magazine, what it would cost, how he would run it, and what he wanted me to do. . As for what I had to do in order that I might please him, I was to love him and keep myself available for loving. He asked nothing other than these two things of me.
"Alright," I told him. "I'll always be available for loving."
"It could be anywhere, you know, and any fucking time."
I nodded and blushed. "I understand."
"Good," he smiled, sucked my tongue awhile, then slithered down in bed once more.
This time he began the heat wave by kissing me hotly over my flat belly, fondling my hot clitoris which had turned into a igneous rock and remained red hot.
Ooh, shit he was kissing me so sexily and so hotly, and ever so gently. Oh, my goodness that felt so good to me all over. Little pools of passion were beginning to form, then burst open and run throughout my body. There was my clitoris under his command and control once again. "Yeeesss! " I told him as he burned it with his tongue. "Harder! Harderrr! Ooh, yes! Yeee ss! Ohhh, my God, yeeesss! OOOHHHRRRrrr! OOOWWWEEEeee!
I don't know why I ever told him to do it harder. He damned nearly drove me out of my mind for sure. I was having an incessant orgasmic spasm that just wouldn't quit. It continued until I felt tears running out of my eyes, my ears became stopped up, my mouth was becoming dry, and the blood stopped running through my veins. Wade Saxton did not care at all about the furnace he had put my pussy in and was melting it. He kept right on tormenting my weeping clitoris. He chewed it for a while. "Oooowwweee!" I wailed like a dog. "Oooowwweee! It's good! It's so goodd! It's so gooddd tooo mm-meee! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! AAAAGGGHHHhhh! GAAAHHHhhh! UUUNNNGGGHHHhhh!"
It was so overwhelmingly thrilling I was having one orgasmic spasm behind the other, and expecting any moment for him to send me one that would carry me boyond my endurance. "Wade! Wade! Wade! My God, you're doing it again! You're eating up my little pussiieee! Awwwooo! Awwwooo! Awwwooo!"
Maybe I did have muscles, and maybe I was a fairly strong girl, but there just was no way to get away from Wade Saxton. If I did still have muscles, I no longer had control over them. The man was freaking his bitch off right then. I never knew any amount of pleasure could be that damned ineffable, but it was, and he kept making more and more for me to live in. But most of all, I could sense he was getting ready to make our two bodies into one, by breaking into mine.
While I waited for that first and last thrill to happen, I had to accept the heat wave he was holding me inside, which was also setting my entire body on fire over and over again. He was deliberately burning me up. "Ohhh, it's so good Wade" I told him. "I tell you ... it's so good to me. Burn me up if you want to. See if I care. Freak me off. Suck! Lick. Lick and suck, suck and lick."
Sonofabitch! He plunged his finger up into my asshole, and surprised me when he left it alone and took that same hand and filled it with my tit. He further surprised me when he began to give me what I wanted and needed so badly. He began to squeeze hell out of my tit, and that was when I really came. "Aaaayyyeee!" I squealed when that naughty orgasmic spasm took control of my mind. "Aaaayyyeee! Ohhh, shit, I'm going out of my mind with pleasure. Aggghhh! Aggghhh! Unnnggghhh! Gaaahhh! Aaaarrrggghhh!"
I had never known anything could be so delightfully good and thrilling as what I was living through right then. He kept on squeezing my tit for me, then he got hold of my sensitive nipple and pinched hell out of it. and that sent me over my limits of endurance.
Aiiieee!" I wailed. "Aiiieee! Eeeekkk! Ahhh, my God this is so good to me! It's so good to me! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Aggghhh! Aaaarrrggghhh!"
He took the big cock and placed it at the ingress to my shouting pussy hole, then rubbed the bald head up and down over my fainting clitoris. Then he began to shove the great dick into my cunt.
I refused to move away from it, although at first there was great pain and pressure. I gave him as much of my tongue to suck and tried to lose myself in the thought of how loving it all was. But my mind refused to stray away from the big cock breaking into my body.
"Push!" I told him when he let my tongue go free. "Push it in, Wade. I'll take it for you. Push, you beautiful sonofabitch, push!" I felt the pressure of his cock's head against my hymen, and my legs and thighs were badly trembling, and I was cumming. I wiggled my hips because of the thrill, and in came the big dick. "Awwwooo, God, you're in my pussy!" What a beautiful thing. You're in me!"
"You okay?" he asked with concern.
"Yes! Yeeesss! Fuck me! I want it! I need it! Give it to mm-m-meee!"
The sensation was in the form of a giant cock that had invaded my virgin pussy hole. I felt six inches of it inside of me moving around, making me give up some more of my virgin jism. I felt his body, particularly his hips, writhing slightly, pushing more and still more of the big, long dick inside of me, completely filling my hole up with it. I didn't know what to do he was putting so much dick in me. I just lay there holding my body up to him and taking it all, until I felt him entering my womb. I didn't think he should be going in there, but he was, and it felt terrific. I was whimpering as I took the big dick all the way to the bottom, but there was still more left outside. Perhaps it was the way I was positioned. Anyway, I didn't want any of the dick to be outside, and if I could, I would take his balls up in there, too.
Now, he began to grind me out good, and at the same time he slipped his hands up under my hips. I let him, then he lifted me up and shoved it all into my cunt. I creamed. "Aggghhh!" I cried out as the orgasm exploded me. "Aggghhh, Wade, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Aggghhh, shit, is that ever good. Gaaahhh! Ohhhrrr! Aaaarrrggghhh! Unnnggghhh!"
The door to my body down there between my thighs was as wide open as it was ever going to get, and at the same time my cunt was so full of dick none of the jism from my body could escape. He was thoroughly imbedded in me, and every inch of him, too. I hung up the 'no vacancy' sign, and let him do his number while he made me do mine. And mine was creaming for my big, long dick lover.
I lay there moaning and cumming orgasmic spasms, and I suddenly felt him easing his dick up out of my weeping pussy hole. I didn't know what to think or expect at this point. All I know is: I didn't want him to take that sensational hunk of meat out of my cunt. He couldn't do that to me! And not knowing any better, I lifted my body up to him, and as I did, he plunged his wand all the way back to the bottom as hard as he could, and really creamed me. "Awww, shit!" I exclaimed in pleasure and with pleasure. "Awww! Awww! Awww, Wade, awww! That's so good! I'm creaming! I'm creaming! I can't stop! I can't ... stop! I'm creammmiiinnnggg!" I was momentarily out of my mind with pleasure. I was weeping, and all of me inside was weeping. He continued to stab me with those long stabs, and I went right on getting off for him. I was crying and whimpering and moaning, digging my nails into his flesh, which was all feeding his ego. And I noticed when I spent my emotions in that torrid manner, and with such enthusiasm and liveliness, I exhibited youth and vitality, and he loved it that much more.
The deep-fucking and long-dicking continued to drive me madly out of my mind. Then I could feel his wand throbbing just before it began to grow. And I wondered how on earth that could be. I even figured we might get hung up like a pair of dogs. After all, he had enough in me to make us that way. Then, he was holding me tighter and tighter, and really grinding me deep.
"Gaaahhh!" he exclaimed passionately, and I knew he was going to fill my cup with his cream. Aggghhh, I'm gonna cum. Baby! Huuunnnggg! Gaaahhhrrr!" I felt the hot juice leaping out of the head of his dick into my pussy hole, and became paralyzed by the thrill of it all, for I was cumming along with him.
"Ahhh, Wade, ahhh! I'm cumming, too! I'm cumming with you! Ahhh, this is the best part! I love it! I love it! Ooh, I love it so much! Aaaarrrggghhh! Unnnggghhh!
"Aw. Hell," sighed Wade, smoothing my hair out over the pillow. "You're one helluva woman, you know that."
I blushed like a true hussy. "Thank you. Er, did, I--er, mean, was...."
"Was it good to me?"
"Uh, huh."
"The best, he said, and kissed me hard on my mouth, coming into it with his tongue as if he was starved for my tongue. So, I gave him as much of it as I could spare without him choking to death. And he sucked on it so beautifully with his lips I almost came again. "You've got my number," he said afterwards. "How's that?"
"Twice in one evening you've gotten me off. Are you okay?"
"Sure. I feel wonderful! Er, I hope this isn't the first and the last. But, if it is, tell me now...."
"No way," he said in a hurry. "I want you, baby."
"You do? How, Wade? Tell me."
"Alright. You're a beautiful girl, you know. But, er, I don't need a beautiful girl. I can get plenty of beautiful girls. I need a girl ... I mean ... I need a do-it-all girl. A bitch!"
"Okay," I said," running my tongue between his lips. You, my dear Mister Saxton, have got yourself a beautiful bitch! Anything else?"
"Yeah, he said curiously looking at me. "Yeah, there is. I need a whore, too."
"Alright, Sire. I'll sell my pussy for you...."
"NOOOooo! NOOOooo!" he grinned, but it wasn't funny to him. "Naw, you've got it all wrong! I don't want you selling this good stuff. Shit, naw. I don't even want anyone else touching you! When I say whore ... I mean, er, er ... Well, er...."
"Oh, I get it," I said. "You mean you want me to act like one, but only with you, right? Be uninhibited and all that jazz!"
"Yeah! Yeah. You sure catch on fast, don't you?"
"Fast moving world, Baby," I said. "Okay, now let me see ... I'm your bitch and your whore. What else?"
"Er, well, we'll get into that later on...."
"No!" I said firmly. "Now, Wade. If I'm going to be your woman ... your whore and bitch and whatever else you want ... we can't beat about the bush. I'm naive, but no dummy. You wanta get into my beautiful behind, don't you?" I watched him grin. "Excites you, doesn't it?"
He nodded his head. "You've got the most beautiful rear end I've ever seen. In fact, you've got the most beautiful everything I've ever seen. And I've been around." He kissed me. "Yeah, I wanta goose it for you; you're right. But...."
"No! No! N O! No if's, and's, or but's okay. Just remember when you want in, all you have to know is where it is. It's yours, okay? Treat it the way you want to. I'll love it!"
"Chesus! Boy, you're really something else, you know that?"
"If you say so." I kissed his mouth. "I want you to be yourself. Be your own man, because I won't have you any other way."
"No, shit? You mean that, don't you?"
"You bet your cock I do. And you start right now."
"Bitch, I wouldn't hesitate another minute. We seem to make a helluva couple. I dig that. I dig you. And since you've stated you're MY woman, bitch and whore ... just remember you'll also be anything else I want you to be, no matter what."
"Bet on it."
"And you'll suck my cock and eat my cream whenever I want you to, and I'll eat you up pinch your sexy nipples and squash hell outta your tits, and probe in your rear at will. Okay?"
"Right!"
He was ever so gentle and careful when he took his cock out of my flaming pussy hole, and then he looked at the huge spread of blood there on the sheet with pain in his eyes. He was disgusted with himself, and that wasn't going to work for either of us.
"Hey. pretty daddy," I said. "It's alright, believe me. I'm alright, too. I'm fine. I've never felt better in my entire life."
"You're lying to me!" he said. "I hurt you, and you won't tell me the truth! Why? Why are you lying to me like that?"
I studied his face for a long moment. Sadness was vividly expressed in his big gray eyes, and was etched deeply upon his handsome face. That caused me to remember something about my childhood, I probably would never never remembered otherwise. I heard a boy laughing at another boy, and at first, thought nothing of it. Then I heard some of the damnedest conversation. The boy laughing was making fun of the other one because he had a small cock. However, the situation didn't mean anything to me at the time, and I forgot about it. Now, it meant a helluva lot to me. Wade was just the opposite. He knew what it took to satisfy a woman, and it wasn't just a big dick. And, because his dick was embarrassingly huge, and much too much for the average or even the more than average woman to take, even those in porno films, he was disgusted with himself.
"Wade," I said, and sat up in bed. "Listen to me, will ya, please? And believe me?"
"Go ahead," he said with his head lowered.
"Wade, we both know you've got a helluva big dick, okay? And from the way you're acting, you've obviously had some horrible experiences because of it, and now have something against yourself. Maybe it does have to do with not being able to fuck other broads. Maybe you hurt them and didn't intend to. Even I know this can be just as embarrassing to a man like you, as it might be to a man that has a little dick. It can have a stifling effect on your life if you let it, you know. And I don't want that to happen. So, listen to this....
"I felt no pain as far up in me as you were, as much as you were ramming me. And you know why, Wade? I'm developed pretty damned well between my thighs. I've got a sizeable split beaver. I never knew it until now-I never cared about it. Maybe you have cared. But, if I'm to be your woman, and I'm perfectly developed for you, what's there to feel badly about? Gonna cheat on me?"
He smiled. "Cheat on you? Hell, naw! Boy, you're not only beautiful but brilliant! Sure, I've thought quite often I would never find a woman I could fuck without bringing her misery and pain. I felt guilty many a time."
"No need to feel guilty any more. I think we're perfectly suited for each other. We're norms as far as physical attributes are concerned. So, don't waste time, Baby."
"Huh? SHE WAS SHOCKED.
"Let's talk."
"Talk?"
"Your bitch, you good looking bastard!" I kissed him back. "You good loving sonofabitch!"
"Hey ... Allrrriigghhttt!" He exclaimed. "I've got myself a helluva woman. And I've got to be a helluva man. This is me. Baby! Gap open your beautiful thighs and let me at that good pussy hole between them."
"Stab me deep and hard with your cock," I told him.
"Don't you worry, I intend to."
He sent it slipping into my cum-filled cunt, and never stopped until the head banged against the bottom of my womb. I breathed in a sigh just before I came.
He held his pecker right there on the bottom of my pussy and deep-fucked me until I thought I was going blind with pleasure. He tortured me into a frenzy of poetic excitement. He wrote ' Love you' on the bottom of my pussy, and I worked my hips and let him enjoy it all, while I could only dream of the juice I hoped he would spurt into my hole. I worked hard, harder, harder, and then it came like a river of hot lava. I was so happy while I came with him I thought I would turn into my own cream.
CHAPTER FOUR
I don't believe I'm any different from any other girl in many ways. Of course in many other ways I know I am. But, when a big thing as beautiful as what happened to me the night before happens to a girl, any girl, I feel that she wants to tell the world about it. Anyway, that was how I felt the next day.
When I woke up that next morning Wade was gone from beside me. I lay there in bed listening to the far-out music over the stereo, smiled to the empty room, and thought of the night before. I had always believed a girl only had one virginity; I could have been wrong. Wade made me have other thoughts, all because we did it so many times that night. And each time it was as if I was a virginal over again. God only knows how many times I lost my secondary virginities. At least six I know of. I was too spaced out after that to remember anything but the terrific thrills I continued to have all night long.
I came out of my fantasy and remembered I was now Wade's woman, and so forth and so on, as we had discussed. I thought about moving my things from my apartment, and I also thought Wade was somewhere close by, and any moment he would come walking through the door. If so, we were bound to make love again. The smile remained on my face, the thrill clung to every fiber of my being, the joy stayed, in my heart, the ecstasy in my brain and the sensation lived on in my cunt. Wade's joint was still up in there somewhere, or was it some of his cream? Maybe it was both, a little of each.
After I had waited a good half-hour for Wade to come to me and he didn't, I decided to get up and go to him. I pulled back the top sheet and looked at the huge spot of dried blood that had soaked through the pink satin sheet into the mattress beneath. What could I do? I didn't know what it was, but I couldn't leave it that way. I'm a very neat person and I wanted Wade to know that. I did what my mind told me to do. I removed the sheets.
There was a light knock at the door, and excitement shot through me like a bolt of electricity. I went to the door and took my time and opened it. Talia was standing there in lime-green bikini panties smiling at me. I smiled back and blushed. I couldn't help it.
"Happy morning to you," she said.
"Hi. Where's Wade?"
"Gone for a while," she said, walking into the room looking at the sheets on the floor.
"I'm to be your guardian angel until they get back. You know-get'cha completely settled, keep you amused, see that you eat, tell you the family secrets, and that kinda jazz."
"Oh, good! Then I won't be alone."
She grinned. "Honey, you ain't never gonna be alone again. What in hell did you do to Wade Saxton? He's a new man!"
I blushed. "Nothing unusual, I don't think."
"No? We've known Wade for what seems to be a lifetime," she said out of a deep thought. "But we've never known him this way. So pleasant, gentle, so concerned and even happy. All of that anger from his childhood completely gone. You had to do something very special, honey. Wade has screwed his way around the world twice. But, Yo-Yo he has never been concerned about any of them.
"Normally, if you had been just another cunt, I would have gone with them. Only you weren't. He cares. You dig what I'm saying to you?"
"Yeah, I dig." I said, and walked to the bed and sat down beside her. I admit I felt pretty darned good at the time, "he say anything' about me?"
"If you're asking me did he tell us what you guys did last night, all night long, the answer is no, not in detail.
"Well, if you don't mind, I'd like to talk about it. It means a lot to me. It's never gonna happen again like that, you know. It's only that once in a lifetime kinda thing."
"Having your cherry popped, you mean?"
"Uh, huh."
"Hell, my old man popped mine for me and I forgot about it before I went to bed that night. At the time we were both scared as hell. I had to suck his cock several times before he could hold onto a hard.
"Toby socked it to me the next day, and it was different. I must have cum a hundred times. That's why I'll always remember that. And neither one of us were scared. Just cum-crazy."
"Well, er, it was something terribly beautiful for me," I said. "I don't want to ever forget it. I don't think I can."
She pointed at my bush. "Your pussy okay?"
"Sure."
"Ummm," she groaned. "You gave Mister Saxton his first real piece of pussy. No wonder he's so happy. He said it was the best lay he's ever had, and I believe him. Socked it to 'im, did you?"
"I gave my all," I said.
"Baby," she said, "when anyone struggles under Wade Saxton with his cock in their cunt, they gives all, because that's all he can get ... All! He ain't never really had it all before. But, I guess he got it last night. Get more of his cream?"
"Uh, huh. I think I got it all."
"You just ... laid there and let that big-dick sonofabitch stick you, huh?"
"I worked my hips," I said. "I even held it up to him at times."
"He deep-fucked you?"
"Uh, huh. Long-dicked me, too. I loved it."
"Ummmhhh! Well, no wonder the man's so blasted happy. Got him a bitch he can long-dick and deep-fuck at last."
"He wants my butt, too," I said. "It's just a matter of time before he gets in it."
"You gonna let Wade Saxton fuck your fine ass, girl?"
"Sure. Why not?"
"You ain't kinda crazy in the head are you?"
"No."
She pointed to the sheets on the floor. "I'll show you where to put those." She stood up. "You get'cha-self all cleaned up, have some breakfast, and we'll talk some more. Okay?"
"Okay."
She reached down and spread out both sheets, then shook her head in disbelief. "Are you sure your pussy is alright, Yo-Yo? You sore down there?"
"No. I guess I'm just a heavy bleeder."
"No doubt about that," she said. "You had a helluva cherry! Shit! Must be half-a-pint of blood gone. And you're okay? Well, we'll get rid of the spoiled sheet. I'll show you where to put the good one, where we keep the linen, and help you make the bed. But, you're gonna go into the bathroom, use some special solution I have, and soak for about thirty minutes. Then, you'll have breakfast, and after that, we'll do this and that while we talk."
The solution was in powder form. Talia told me it was quite mild, and I wouldn't feel anything but a soothing sensation. And if there was any local damage done, the solution would keep it from getting worse. So, I soaked for more than a half-hour. The warm water felt so loving to my flesh, so gentle and kind and soothing. That was the way I wanted Wade to love me. All over the way the water was doing. And he had.
I got out and dried off, combed and brushed my hair, and put on a dab of lipstick, then got dressed.
Talia was standing there in the doorway grinning. "How you feeling now, Yo-Yo?"
"Terrific!" I said cheerfully.
"Good. Come on and eat. How you like your eggs?"
"Oh! Er, any way but hard."
"Good!" We had scrambled eggs, bacon, buttered toast, skimmed milk, jam, and pure California orange juice. I was being pampered.
"This is great," I said. "Thanks!"
"Don't mention it. You cook?"
"Er, huh."
"Then it's your turn in the morning," she grinned. "Nice to have a helper for a change. "My pleasure," I said.
"We'll do the dishes later," Talia said, getting up from the table. "Right now we'll do your bedroom. You like it the way it is?"
"Yeah. It's perfect."
"You wanta change anything, go head. Wade'll love it."
"I'll leave it like it is for now."
"Okay."
While we made up the bed I told Talia about the night of passionate love I'd had, loved and enjoyed with Wade. Both of us got all excited as I went into every little detail. We laughed at our sensitive natures, but both agreed we wouldn't have it any other way.
"Strange he didn't hurt you," she said.
"Well, I guess being a masochist was why it didn't."
She laughed. "You? Masochist?"
"I'm afraid so."
"You love that nipple pinching tittie squeezing and hair pulling good stuff?"
"I sure do."
"Me, too!" she laughed. "I'll be damned. You know, I think you excited Wade yesterday when he saw you doing the split. You know, with your legs spread apart like that ... He had to be thinking what a good lay you would be in bed like that. Had to let him have the bottom, too, I bet. Did you?"
"Sure. He just loved it."
"Br, huh. And you've got his number. Just be sure you don't goof up if you dig the guy. Any secrets you wanta know, just ask me. I know all of his little secrets."
"Are there any?"
"One in particular. He can't stand a bra with tits like you got in it. He hates the hell outta panties, too, especially if you're wearing them inside the house. Doesn't care too much about slacks or capri's, or shit like that, either ... in the house.
"You see. Wade's got a crazy nature. He'll walk in, take a look at you, then down you go ... somewhere ... anywhere ... the floor of the living room, the hallway, bathroom, kitchen, bedroom, backyard ... It won't matter to him. He wants to drill, he wants to drill. And he doesn't want to have to wait to start.
"Remember that, and keep your box nice and clean and smelling good at all times. Also available. He might just wanta play with it, you know. Kinda feel the hairs around it, put his fingers in it, tease your bird in the nest ... things like that. Wade ... well, he's like Toby ... they never stop loving. Not always screwing, you know ... just ... loving. Feeling, playing, caressing. Girl, he's gonna keep you on fire, I can tell you that right now. If he's around you ... look out for some part of him touching you.
"So, you can fully understand why a bra or panties would upset him. Besides, with your equipment, you don't need none of those things anyway."
"I'll remember that," I told her, feeling excited all the while.
"Listen, honey," she said seriously," I've had only two men in my life. My daddy and my brother. I don't sleep around. I don't have to. Toby ain't the most educated man in the world, but, to me he's the greatest lover that ever lived. I got no cause to go fooling around. I'm satisfied nympho-masochist. And it ain't no easy job satisfying me. But Toby makes it simple.
"Wade taught Toby. Taught him how to hold back his orgasm; how to keep me up there in the land of ecstasy night and day. So, when my Toby is away, I can still feel his hands on me, his cock in me, his mouth on me, and I ain't about to let no other motherfucker break up that kinda thrill.
"Had this girl friend, you know ... Pretty bitch, too. Anyway, she had this guy she was crazy about, and he was crazy about her, too. Had a nice penis, she told me ... about nine inches and plenty thick. But he didn't know a damn thing about her box. All he knew was to put it in and go in and out. So, she made me laugh once when she told me he touched her clit now and then while he was screwing her. And she told him 'Hey, dummy, my box is for you, but that damn little bastard you touch every now and then is for me. Get as much of my box as you want, but for God's sake, stupid, aggravate my clit while you're doing it! And he raised up and said 'Where is it? I'll go get it and beat the shit outta it! I'm a mighty man, Baby, you know that. I won't just aggravate the sonofabitch, I'll kill it if that'll make you happy!' I fell out on the floor laughing."
That might sound like, a lie; that no man is that dumb or stupid. But it's the truth. It's a widely known fact that the female's vaginal canal is the most valuable flesh in all of the world. It's the most valuable anything. That little canal has driven men out of their minds.
It has driven them to murder-hate-steal-rob-destroy. It has made fools outta more men than anything else in the world. It's the most valued piece of flesh in all this fucking world. And it's been sold more than all other goods put together. I mean billions and billions of dollars have been paid out for that stuff up in there. And all the while men are so eager to get into it, they come in for their own pleasures mostly, forgetful, or unknowing about what it takes to satisfy the owner. It isn't the goddamn canal at all, not really. It's everything down there, particularly the fucking clitoris!
Anyway, I wasn't going to have to worry about any of those things. Like Talia, I was fortunate. My man was a LOVER. And he was going to be the only one to ever get into my pussy hole, asshole, mouth or whatever other hole I might have he was interested in. I made myself that promise right then. Wade certainly had the dick and mouth, lips and tongue I wanted, and from the way he ate and fucked me the night before, I had all that he wanted. I even had something special. Nice firm titties and big thick nipples he could squeeze and pinch, and a head of long hair he could pull out by the roots if he ever got that turned on. I sure in hell wasn't going to stop him.
Later on that morning we took a taxi to my apartment and got my things. Not all, just things I would be needing right away, such as panties, some clothes, shoes, things for my hair, make up, and I drove us back in my car. I was so happy. I was so very happy!
CHAPTER FIVE
I didn't know what time Wade would be home, and didn't ask Talia. I just figured it would be around five at the latest, because he had to teach physical fitness and fight class at the academy.
So, around two, after I had gone through my techniques and basics, take a quick shower, I went into the bedroom and decided to rest for a while. I was hot, buck naked, and dozed off quickly.
Suddenly, I was having the most marvelous dream. I was almost at the peak of an orgasm when I awakened. Wade, believe it or not, was down between my parted thighs enjoying himself like a naughty little boy. I couldn't figure out exactly what it was he was doing. Then I kind of cut my eyes down and saw. He had a comb and brush and was playing with my pussy hairs. I grinned to myself. Talia was absolutely right, and no one was happier than she was for me.
"Darling," I said softly," what are you doing, ummm?"
"Oh, er," he began to mumble, and raised up pointing to my happy cunt. "Er, well, I'm ... making a ... a little nest for this ... this little bird...."
"Oh? You're making a bird's nest, are you?"
"Er, huh. I've never had such ... such material to work with before, and never built a nest for a bird. It's fun, believe me!"
"Well, you go right ahead and make your little bird a nest. I'll try not to disturb you. Is, er, there anything I can do to help?"
"Yeah, er, there is, as a matter-of-fact. The, er, the tree limbs are just a little close together. If they could be spread wider...."
I gapped my legs wide open. "Like that?"
"Uh, that's perfect!" he smiled, then went back to combing and brushing again.
Now, Wade knew what that kind of action was doing to me. Why did he want to torture me? If he wanted in, why didn't he get on in and stop playing around? After I had been awake a few moments and was really enjoying his playing around with my body like that, I discovered great pleasures in it. I even had several orgasms, and it didn't seem to disturb him at all. But it was terribly hard for me to just remain steady and keep my legs opened while I was climaxing. I think this enhanced the pleasures. But I still wanted him in me. However, he went right on making his little bird a nest. What bird?
I soon found out. He started aggravating the pink beast, and I thought; or, hell, I can't stand this kind of carrying on much longer. I hope he's aware of it. I'm really getting ready to blast off, and he just goes right on playing while I tremble out my orgasms.
"Wade," I called, when I could no longer stand it, "what are you doing now?"
He raised his head up, and still like a naughty little boy, he said, "Well, er, the ... the little bird ... is hungry. And, er I have to feed it."
"Oh? You're feeding your little bird."
"Yeah. The poor little devil is starved."
"In that case you'd better give it plenty of attention."
"I intend to."
He wasn't lying an ounce. His fingers were hot flames burning into my body, up through my box, down my spine, up my spine again, into my brain, and all over my body. I was trembling, even moaning, jerking and twisting my head, but I dared not move my body. Let me tell you; climaxing is intense pleasure to begin with, and generally one has a chance to move away from it occasionally when it gets too intense. But there I was with all of this pleasure surging through me, and I had to keep my body right where it was or disturb Wade's little game. I couldn't do that. I was enjoying it too much. Besides, it was our first.
Then his fingers began to move in and out of my box, and I just know I would come off the bed at any moment. I had to stop him from torturing me that way. But I didn't want to be blunt, or show lack of appreciation, for that was not the case at all.
"Baby," I said nice and softly, "now what are you doing?"
"Oh, well, seems to me like the little bird has gotten lonely, and it wants me to move in with it and keep it company. So, I'm making this little nest for me...."
You plan to get into it soon?"
"Oh, yes."
"I think you had better hurry up and finish your nest, don't you?"
"I think it's ready," he grinned.
"It is ready," I corrected him.
"In that case," he said, standing up, "I'd better get out of my shorts. Can't properly get in it with these on, now can I?"
"Not properly. No."
The next thing I knew he was taking me into his arms, and our mouths were wide open, coming at each other like two planets about to collide with one another. And did. His tongue shot into my mouth like a red-hot forty-five bullet, and I quickly grabbed it and gave it a healthy massage. Then he took mine. Uuuummm! UMMMmmm!"
"You okay?" he asked me, fondling my breasts.
"Er, huh," I whispered. "Pinch!" He pinched me. "Harder!" I demanded. He did it harder to me, and that was when I had to cling to him because of the giant orgasm I was suffering was draining me of my energies rapidly. I had it swimming in the head. I told him I was getting off, and begged him to pinch much harder, 'aaarrrggghhh!"
I was riding a tidal wave right then, and at the same time I was on a swift space ship plowing through the Milky Way. I was being carried from planet to planet, even taken beyond the universe, to a distant sun, and buried in its belly with an incredible heat engulfing me. "Ahhh, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Aaaarrrggghhh!"
"Missed you today," he told me, as I was returning to earth.
"Missed you, too."
"Talia told me you got some of your things. We'll get the rest later on. Okay."
"Anything you need?"
I blushed. "You."
"You've got me." , "Have I?"
"You have. But, er, maybe I'm not what you want."
"And just what makes you think that?"
"How would you know!" he smiled. "Maybe I'm not."
"And, er I should sleep around to find out"
"Don't you think it would be a good idea?"
"No, Wade, I don't. And please don't hurt me like that. I'm not that kinda masochist. I want you!"
"Because I'm the first? Because I deflowered you?"
"No. Because I happen to love you!" I was going to cry.
"Listen, little freak," he said, "you give any of it away, I'll break your neck. Savvy?"
"Huh?" Now I was shocked. "You're mine. I want all of you."
"Well, how do you think I feel?"
"Tell me."
"I want all of you, too. "Good. How was your day?"
"Happy."
"I'm happy, too, you little freak."
"I'm sorry about the sheet. But it was ruined...."
"I can always get another sheet. But never will I ever have a cherry like the one you had again."
I blushed. "Is that a fact?"
"It's a fact. Er, tell me, what would you be doing right now if I hadn't flirted with you yesterday?"
"Probably getting ready to come to the academy," I said.
He glanced obliquely at his watch. "Shit! Physical fitness and fight classes. Who wants to teach at a time like this?"
"Your idea," I reminded him.
"Before you came into my world."
"Hey," I said, sitting up, "you take it easy tonight. You've got your homework cut out for you. You're gonna need all of the energy you have."
"I'll keep that in mind, hot pants. C'mon. Get up, before I get in."
All of us wore our G.I.'s to the studio, because none of us wanted to go through the hustle of changing back and forth. And when we returned home, we would celebrate. I would have my first blast-off from 'weed!'-I didn't tell them I hadn't ever smoked. Maybe I should have.
Everyone was assembled on the floor when we walked in, with Ed standing in front of them. They all turned toward us like we were four circus freaks escaped from a circus, and should be returned.
When the physical fitness class began, all the while I was running in place, doing side-straddle-hops, sit-ups, push-ups the duck-walk, jumping-jacks, and all of the other exercises, I was doing them in bed with Wade.
Wade kept his promise, although I don't know how, and didn't exhaust himself, although he did every exercise we did along with us. And I teased him every now and then about taking it easy. And he would tell me I was the one that should be taking it easy. Everyone was watching us closely; wondering what was with the cold black-headed bitch that had been a block of ice until then. I told them in my silent way to, "dream on, you ignorant bastards! Dream on! My box has found a caretaker who knows how to take care of it!"
"Hey, pretty mama," one of the Green Belts said to me when we finished, and I was getting ready to join my group. "What's happening?"
"Expound, please," I said.
"I mean, you were like ice until now. Who turned your thermostat up for you?"
"A man," I smiled. "A real man!"
"Sax?" he grinned. "Yes."
He shook his head and laughed lightly. "Then I don't want any parts of what's left," he said, turned, continued to laugh and walked away.
I couldn't find anything funny about me getting hooked on Wade. I knew I wasn't that hep, but I didn't think I was that dumb, either. Why was he laughing?"
"Connors?" Talia asked, when I told her about it.
"Yeah. Why would he laugh?"
"Connors had a girl once," Talia told me, as we walked to the car," and, well, she met Wade. Wade screwed her into a hospital. Obviously she told Connors all about it. Anyway, he put her down, and refused to have anything to do with her after that. She wanted Wade, but wasn't woman enough for him."
"Now I understand," I said.
We got into the car, and by then Wade and Toby were walking toward the car. They got in, and Toby grinned at me.
"Flirting, Yo-Yo?" Toby asked. "I saw you. Deny it?"
I jumped tense, and got serious. "I wasn't flirting!" I said. "Connors approached me; I didn't approach him. You get your tales straight Buddy!"
Wade turned around and smiled. "He was only kidding, Baby." he told me. "Cool it!"
"I don't kid that way," I said. "Understand that, Toby. Okay?"
"You got a winner," he said, and reached me his hand. We shook, and that was that.
I thought about the high Wade promised me, the party, the great sexual pleasures, and I was all wet between my thighs when we got' to the house. I was overly excited, and having private pleasures no one knew about but me. I suppose if I had thought deeper on the subject I would have climaxed. But I didn't.
Wade pulled the car up in the front yard and we piled out and scurried like the perverts we were, inside, and all stood in the living room and stripped. Then made a mad dash for the shower. Breasts and pricks were jiggling and we all laughed together.
Fortunately the shower was just large enough for the four of us to get into. Then my jealousy came down on me. I thought about Wade being in there with another woman, letting her play with his beautiful organ the way I was doing. Then I forgot the bitch and went on to enjoy myself.
Wade soaped and washed my back. That just got me excited. But when he came to wash my front, I got off, and he got a hard-on.
"Hey!" laughed Talia. "What's that thing?"
"Hey-hey-hey!" laughed Toby, "my man got him one already. Shit, Talia, do something for me. Don't leave me out in the cold. Damn!"
"Hold still, damnit!" Talia said, reaching for hi. "Now, that's better." Yeah, it had to be.
She had found it and was loving it as she soaped it good, and it began to grow in her hands. "Hey' How's that?"
"Alright!" exclaimed Toby joyfully. "Now for some action! Action time! Accctttiiiooonnn--Timeee!"
We stepped out of the shower and dried off, then slipped into the living room where Wade and Toby got the grass and lit up. Love-pillows, as we called them, were all around the living room, and each of us got one or two or even three. Then Toby passed me the joint. I swallowed remembering what it was like when I took a drag from a cigarette, and I duplicated that moment. I sucked in the smoke, and that was when I also remembered you weren't supposed to let go. It was to stay there for you to enjoy and make you feel good. Only I didn't feel good at all. I was sick to my stomach.
I didn't puke like I thought I would. But I did get my ass up and left them laughing and talking, and didn't return. I fell down across the big bed sick as a dog, and that was it for me right then.
Later on Wade came in and made me forget I had ever taken a single drag from the joint. I was too busy enjoying his joint. Just playing with his dick made me so happy I wanted to cry. I kissed the big bald head with all of my mouth, and he let out a deep sigh. It was so kingly hard I wanted to bite it. It seemed like it would taste awfully good, and I wouldn't have any problems digesting it. But, I just wanted the cream inside, that was all.
Wade reached down and took me like I was a feather and lay me in the center of the bed. "I want'cha, baby," he told me, making his way between my thighs he was opening apart.
"I've got two holes down there! Which one?"
"I'll take the first one for now," he told me, and planted the giant cock's head at the ingress to my juiced up pussy hole, then shoved it into me gently. "Ummm!" I moaned as the dick came running up inside of my hole. "Ahhh, Wade, AHHH!"
"Hurt?" he wondered.
"I'm gonna cum!"
"Oh!"
He started working his hips and pushing it all into me, and made me scream with joy. "Aaaawwwooo! Awwww! Awww! Awwwooo!
Awww! Awwwooo! Aggghhh, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cccuuummmiiinnnggg!" I was whimpering with deep pleasure, and crying with sheer ecstasy. Fuck me, baby, fuck me! Fuck your bitch! Get it all! Get it all! Aggghhh! Ummm! Ummm!"
He had not forgotton my very special desires and needs. He took my titties in his big, powerful hands and gave them a most delightful squeeze. I could hear the flesh crying, but I was too busy cumming to give a damn if he busted them or not. Do it to me." I told him. "Do it to me!"
CHAPTER SIX
A little something about my friends before I go on.
Talia was a Green Belt when we first became good pals, and was just about ready to take her Brown Belt test. She was, and still is, positively gorgeous and sensual, with long and lovely ash-blonde hair, a deeply suntanned complexion, big sexy blue eyes, a full mouth, sinuous legs, full and firm thighs, a provocative arcing behind, neat waist and flat belly, and an outstanding set of mountainous mammaries that were just that: outstanding. As full and bounteous as they were, they didn't sag at all. They jutted right out from her chest like the headlights of a car. Like most girls who go in for contact sports, she's rugged, and enjoys the physical contact. Also like me, Talia was a very special person. She's a nympho-masochist who really enjoys pain. Waaahhh! And how!
It was unbelievable the way we got along with each other. From the very beginning we were a family, just as the three of them had been, of course, now there was a fourth, but it was three before I came into the frame. And it was impossible for anyone to love as much as I loved Wade. It was incredible the joy and pleasure this one man brought to me. Wade was to me the greatest lover in all the world, and I never had to steal away and get laid by others a thousand times to conclude I had the best there was to have. Besides, I really don't feel the average man, regardless of the size of his cock or how much he knew, could have adequately satisfied my exclusive needs and desires for perfection the way Wade did, and still does. I needed, and go on needing very special attention. Most women do. But, as sad as it is, I know that few are fortunate enough to get what they need from one man, and sometimes having other lovers to fill in does not completely give a woman her full satisfaction.
Wade does have his unique techniques, and they seemed to have been designed especially for me. Five very, very important things he does expertly are: He can hold back his cream for as long as he wishes. He tells me it is a very simple thing to do, and any man can learn if willing. Wade is absolutely and positively uninhibited, and has gotten me to be the same way. He loves teasing me, particularly aggravating hell out of my clitoris. Doing this properly, he brings me to the pleasure of as many orgasms I need to experience in order that I might achieve my apex of sexual satisfaction. At times it could be as many as twenty or more within a very short period of time. Some last from five to thirty seconds or more, and are incessant or periodical. Wade very seldom has to prepare me for a good fuck or suck. He keeps me that way most of the time. He constantly kisses and caresses me, fondles and embraces me, and it only takes a little more of this action when we begin to get me up there where I have to be. Generally I'm so hot for him before we get into fucking or sucking I explode immediately upon penetration, or on feeling his hot tongue and lips in my pussy, or nearby. I just seem to catch fire and go up in flames, and I do it according to the way he wants me to. He started to study my body from the very beginning, and I will say, he knows more about it than I do. He knows how sensitive this or that spot is, and what it takes to completely love it, what it likes, how it likes it and how much it likes or needs this or that.
Since I have known Wade Saxton, I don't recall a single night I have gone to sleep without a smile on my face, or awakened unhappy. Most of the time when he does awaken me, it's ecstatically. He's a great one to steal my pussy while I'm sleeping. All of a sudden I think I'm having a beautiful orgasmic dream, only to awaken and find it's the real thing. Nothing has ever been more beautiful to me than being awakened this way. Cumming awake has to be the greatest awakening any woman can experience. It's really one helluva sensation.
Wade does not turn over and fall asleep right away after he had given up his cum. I'm tenderly loved by his lips, tongue, hands and fingers just as I was before we began. Wade often falls asleep with one of my big nipples in his mouth. And should I awaken during the night, he's still got ahold of it. If I take it from him, he's like a little baby; he begins to squirm and lick his lips and go on searching for it with his mouth. When a man is making this kind of love to your body and is fast asleep, you know damned well what you can expect from him when he's wide awake and in action.
Wade has always told me beautiful things; especially how lovely I am, what I mean to him, how he enjoys me, and he inquires whether or not I'm happily satisfied. I can't ever lie to him about having an orgasm if I am not, because all he has to do is kiss me. The taste of the orgasm is there in my mouth, and he knows it. Wade does not have any special time or place to make love, nor is there any special kind he loves more than another. He loves it all, anywhere we do it. He doesn't have any favorite position. They are all his favorite. I would venture to say since I've been his woman we've gone through at least a hundred different positions, and we do just about anything that can be done between man and woman in the realm of lovemaking.
I would say the most important thing Wade does is keeping in good physical condition. He is always relaxed and never hurried. But his patience drives me out of my fucking mind. He can bring me to the brink of an orgasm and make me hold it until I nearly pass out. My entire body is vibrating, my blood is boiling, my senses are gone, and I'm in tears. When I do go off, it blows my mind literally.
Being sick, as a psychiatrist might say-since I am a confirmed nympho-masochist-there is hardly an hour of my time when I'm awake I don't experience orgasms from Wade. This demands a great deal of the man's time and abilities. He is never selfish. If he's around me close enough, I can rest assured his hands are touching me, or at least some part or parts of his body. When he is stealing pussy, I just go off incessantly. It never seems to end with him, until at last he's fast asleep. It's the same when we go out socially. By the time we get home he has me climbing the walls with passions blazing throughout every inch of my body, and my mind is swimming in an inferno of blue flames only he can extinguish. Let me give you a brief example of how this is, and how beautiful and effective it is.
We had been out on the town one beautiful night, and had ourselves a real ball. His every word was a sonata he played on the strings of my heart. Therefore, I was going to permit him to devastate me, since that seemed to be what he was going to do anyway. And what in hell did I care? That was right up my pussy's lil' alley. But he set out making me a prisoner of want and need and desire with his hands, his lips and his goddamn hot tongue.
"Ooh, goddamn, Wade," I moaned. "Shit, that feels so fucking good to me."
Right then he had gone insane over my titties. He was squeezing the milk out of them with his powerful hands. And the cream was oozing out of my bubbling pussy hole between my parched thighs.
"Ooh, Wade, I'm gonna cum for you," I told him. My entire body was quivering, and the rest of me felt like it was on the inside of a living hell I was so hot. Pleasure was burning me inside and out. "Ooh, Wade, ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ahhhnnn, I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg! I'm c-c-cuuummiinnggg! Ooh, baby, ooh! It's so good! It's so g-g-g-oooddd! Aggghhh! Aggghhh! Aggghhh! Unnnggghhh! Gaaahhhrrr! Aaaarrrggghhh!"
He removed his hands from my titties and took his fingers and twisted hell out of my panting nipples. Again my pussy felt the oozing juice of my body slipping into and out of it, running down the inside of my thighs. "Ohhh, Wade, ohhh, that's so goood! It's so g-g-goooddd! Agggrrrhhh! ahhhnnn! Ahhhnnn! Ahhhnnn! I'm cumming! I'm cumming, damn you! I'm cuummmiiinnnggg! I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg! You're really giving me ... a fever, you know."
"I'm sorry," he said softly. "I thought I was burning you up!"
"It's a terribly high fever. Wade. And I am burning up!"
"Good!" he mumbled, kissing me all over my face.
We were in our bedroom at home, and Wade had already undressed me in the living room, picked me up and brought me to our little love nest. Now, as if I were a brown roasted chick and he was famished, that was the way he was loving my body. He knew what I wanted most of all in the beginning. I wanted him to pinch my nipples and squeeze my breasts and pull viciously at my hair, jerk it, pull it out if he could. This was my thing. As if he could read my mind, that was what he started doing; pinching my nipples and squeezing my nipples. My entire body was his and he knew it. Even my mind. I didn't care what he did, and he knew it. But I wanted him to do it. Do it for me! To me!
Pinching my nipples and squeezing my mammaries like that, kissing me deep in my mouth with his aggravating tongue, he was making me see the perfect image of our next moments together in the future, when all of what he was creating now for us would become a bed of memories for our bodies to savor and sustain. His charms enervated me, with absolute powers that dominate me. I was his personal prisoner; his captive-his slave-bitch-whore, and whatever else he wanted me to be. No, Wade wouldn't ever have to go out and find this kind of woman to satisfy his natural male sexual desires, as so many other men do. A wife won't suck her husbands, won't give in willingly to sodomy, or whatever else the man might want. And yet she expects him to be pleased putting his organ into her vagina and cumming, day after day, with no varieties whatsoever. My Wade has his own "do it all girl" at home. And I know it's exciting as hell to him to love my exciting kind of woman.
We were man and woman, following the full measure of our erotic desires, and fulfilling our sexual needs. Yes, and we were even perverted. We were unquestionably unique, in an elite class of lovers. I have long believed those of us that, "Walk on the wild side," so to speak, get more satisfaction and pleasure out of life than others. Those like us, totally uninhibited and perverted find our passions to be more profound and longer lasting, and our ecstasies more intensified, our orgasms more rewarding. I have heard of people such as us getting so carried away they killed their partner. Believe me, it could very easily have happened to me. Sometimes it almost did. As I said. Wade is terribly strong. And because what might be pain to millions of other girls and women was naked ecstasy to me, he could not always know how much torture I could take and survive. The greater the pain, the more intense was the ecstasy.
Right then, as hard as he was pinching my dugs and squeezing my nipples, I was hearing a river of streaming passion purring through my body with intoxicating joy trailing it. He was reaching inside of my sanity box to remove my sanity. Excuse the hell out of me; I should have said, he did remove my sanity. Then he relieved me of my equilibrium. But I didn't want him to stop there. No, that would have been an even greater sin. He had to keep me climaxing. He had to keep the fires of ecstasy blazing. He had to keep the rockets going off in my head. He had to keep the space ship floating through the milky way. He had to keep me hopping from planet to planet.
But Wade knew what to do. He moved downward, kissing my belly with his hot lips, sliding his red tongue over my sizzling flesh, heading for my little pink beast between my vulva. Right then it had become a red-hot jumping-jack down there. It was doing it's special fire-dance because it was going to be one heck of a long time before Mister Saxton arrived at his destination.
And right here, if I may say so, is a very important part of lovemaking. Most people refer to it as "oral sex" or "oral love" or such slang phrases as "eating her out," sneezing in the bushes,"
"sardine sandwich,"
"giving head," and others. Men who want to be truly good lovers to their wives or sweethearts, "shack-jobs", or whatever, will dare to love this area of the female body with their lips and tongue. However, an unskilled lover can turn a woman against this beautiful form of lovemaking. First of all they don't know what to do with the damn thing down there to begin with, and they go at it as if they were scared it will sooner or later bite them.
Wade Saxton had been taught how to make love by two close friends of his, who were experts. The best in the world at this kind of love, unless, a man happens to be a Wade Saxton. They were lesbians. One, a lovely Greek named Leda was the active, while desirable Helen, an Italian, was the passive. He knew both girls for nine years while he was growing up through high school and college. Today they call him their brother. They are that close, but it is only a friendly relationship.
Having been trained by these two professionals, who are now a Psychiatrist and Psychologist team at a leading hospital in Southern California, Wade knows the proper procedure. He knows that in that area not only is the clitoris very sensitive, but all else. And he is never in a hurry to get to it. He just drives me crazy on the way. The tissue between my thighs and lower abdomen, like all women, is easily stimulated, particularly if you are active. And I'm very active. I would say Wade began his quest for the golden nugget around twelve thirty. He was acting as if he didn't know where it lived, when the unctuous cave where it does dwell was just a few inches away from his activities all the. while. Now, when a man is making that kind of love, and is that patient, you get nothing but pleasure. The ecstasies are almost too incredible to bear, and the orgasm which comes is powerfully intense. The passion is like red-hot liquid steel running through my veins.
My clitoris was throbbing in a frenzy of sustained passion long before he ever touched it. My legs and thighs were quivering, while the rest of me panted and vibrated. As always, I begged him to hurry up and do it. But Wade is the leader, and he knows damn well what to do. So, begging and crying real tears, whimpering and wiggling, jerking and twitching, didn't bother him. He was content with what he was doing. He had settled down to administer red-hot injections of love into me, and I had to accept them. Now and then, it got so hot I wanted to run away. But his strong hands and arms held me in place. The way he does this is simple. He reaches his hands up under my thighs near my hips and brings them over my lower belly. Then he laces his strong fingers together, and I'm well anchored in position, and there is no escape for me.
Finally about an hour later he is nibbling at the folds of my vagina. His fingers moved to open them, and the pink monster is so red hot at this point it's like a laser beam. Wade still did not bother it. Instead, he inserted his middle finger into my boiling hot vagina as a consolation gift-something to give me hope, also to help madden me. My outcries had become so filled with delirium, they were bouncing off the walls and ceiling, returning to be present when the ecstasy exploded.
Now, he was just a touch away, and his mouth and tongue had touched just about all there was to touch down there but the pink beast. It was so full of torment it almost squealed, and was ever so mad at Wade.
Now, he engulfed it all at once. In order to hold me in the center of that tremendous thrill that was shooting through me, he had to anchor me in position once again. He chewed it as if it were a piece of steak he couldn't get all of the juice out of before he swallowed it. That had my voice so thick you could almost see it, and my body so active it looked like I was in a vibrating machine, and it was turned on full blast. Garlee, it felt so damn good to me! He bit it gently. He went on and nibbled it. Christ! I was climaxing incessantly, with tears running down my cheeks, and my voice lame from being overworked. I told him he was making me cum, but he didn't care how much I came. He was busy taking care of serious and important business right then. He spanked the damn thing. The sweet bastard drew it in, spit it out, jerked it back in and chewed it some more, spit it out, and drew it back in with all of his strength. It felt like he was trying to steal it away from me; to separate it from my box. Christ! Did that ever fell good. My entire body was climaxing. I was having cum-spasms, one after another. I called him every name I could think of. Most of it was profanity mixed with prayer. Then he added insult to injury. He had me paralyzed where I was, and I wasn't going anywhere. So, he reached his hands up and collected my nipples. When he started pinching them like he intended to burst them, I told him to go ahead and do it, but to eat the damn thing up and down there between my thighs while he was doing it. And it was all so beautiful. God! It was beautiful!
Love him, he took me at my word, and I prayed and cursed at the same time, while the ecstasies mounted me and buckled me down to incessant orgasms. Ecstasy stormed through my entire body, and kept my vagina vomiting up pleasure and my pink beast sparkling with them. His fingers felt like they were trying to jerk my dugs away from my titties. By this time the heat was thick, the pleasures indomitable, and the joys and ecstasies of my soul invincible. He was loving every note I cried. Then I had to have it.
His beautiful organ, I mean. I took hold of it-my sweet, delicious structure of pure manhood. It was throbbing violently while I massaged it with my hands. Yeah, it was just right for me. I could get my hands around it, and in no way on earth would I have ever flown away from this beautiful thing. It wasn't a miniature pony kinda thing as a few might have believed. Besides, I was a masochist, and if it had hurt me I would have enjoyed that plenty. But fortunately I was built just right for Wade, and he never seriously hurt me or damaged any of my delicate equipment up inside of me. I held on as long as I could without doing something else beside hold the beautiful thing.
So, when I knew I could no longer stand for it being outside of my body, I sank my mouth down on it's sweet bald head and imprisoned it. Again, this type of lovemaking is given various names. "Head, "blow-job,"
"trenching," and a lot of other things. To me it was another form of ineffable lovemaking I couldn't live without now that Mister Saxon had introduced me to it. Ummm!
I lashed the bald head with my tongue slowly and gently, all the way around, then up and down from the head to the pubic hairs and back. I cupped his balls in my warm hands and kept them company, too. Truthfully, getting it all in my mouth was like a full day of frenching. But, that depended on where you were. Actually, from the very first time it came easy to me. And I never had to learn what a lot of women who go down on their men had to learn: How to take it in my throat. I did that the first time. Then, when the "Deep Throat" girl was popular, I asked, "What did she do that was different?"
"What is everyone so excited about?"
"I did that my first trip."
As usual, it just up and leaped into my gullet. My mouth was now pressing against the pubic hairs at the base a mile away from the head peeping into my belly to see what I had that was interesting inside of me it might wanta get involved with.
Wade knew what I wanted. I'm not like a lot of women who bring their men to a climax this way, then run off, turn their heads away, frown, and finish the orgasm by jerking off. Or, letting them shoot over their bellies, or whatever. I didn't spit it up on a damn towel, either, or run to the bathroom and waste it.
Wade was quivering. He was going to give it up. This was the apex of it all for me. Right then I could hardly breathe, nearly suffocating, and he was bursting my dugs wide open. I had never stopped having orgasms from the beginning. That must have been a couple of hundred behind me, and I was still going off. This was when Wade's body went crazy, and his penis popped back into my mouth, he grabbed my hair and tried to lift me up off the floor with it as he climaxed. That beautiful sharp pain had hit him in the head and shot down to his balls and busted them, and that sweet, thick and delicious love-juice spurted into my mouth, crashing against the roof and my palate. "Aggghhh!" he was crying. "Gaaahhhrrr! Unnnggghhh! Gaaaaaarrrrr!" I had it, and sent it on down, "Uuuuggghhh," into my sperm-hungry belly. Afterwards I massaged it lovingly and kept it nice and hard, because it had another job to do; he had to fill my pussy hole, and maybe, depending on how we felt, he might get it up my ass. I wanted it! Believe me, I really, really did.
But right then he shoved it into my cunt. "Ahhhhnnn! I whimpered right away, as the big cock plunged into me, then sank it's bald head into my womb. "Ahhhnnn! Wade, Baby, I'm gonna ... cum! I'm ... I'm ... gonna cum ... right now! Aggghhh! Aggghhh! Awwwooo, shit, I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg! I'm cuummmiiinnnggg! Oh, goddamn that's good! Aaaarrrggghhh! Unnnggghhh!!
For once it appeared that he was in a sadistic mood, and was going to give me some beautiful pain. "Hurt me!" I told him. And just the thought of moving him to his point was a very special thrill for me, and then it began.
He got ahold of my hair and began to pull it for me, as hard as he could, and drive his rod in and out my cunt like it was a ramming rod. "Ohhh!" I cried in pleasure. "Ohhh! Ohhhh! Pull! Pull! Pull, Baby, Pull! Drill me deep! Get all that pussiiee! Aaaarrrggghhh! Unnnggghhh!" I went on cumming and cumming for him, having one healthy cum-spasm after another, while he played a romantic sonata at the bottom of my pussy hole. inside my screaming womb. "Aaaarrrggghhh!"
Another important thing I learned: A man can't make love to a woman without her full and complete cooperation. Wade and I talk about our love-making. We discuss what I like as well as what he likes. And there are moments when I have to do certain things to help us both enjoy sex, when it is impossible for him to do these things. Only the female can do them. It's really simple, really. Turn loose and give it all up. Get the entire pussy, hole and all fucked. So, that's what I was doing right then. I was putting it where he wanted it so he could give me what I wanted. It was not an easy job, but a pleasant one. To concentrate on movements as well as my joys took a while for me to learn, then it was a habit I formed, and became part of my natural sexual personality.
He was going to kill me that night. There was no doubt in my mind I was going to die a cum-happy death. My lover, bless him, was peter-whipping my poor pussy hole to death, and pulled my hair out of my scalp. I say that because it felt as though he was up in there stumbling over my bladder, pushing on my liver, crushing my kidneys, and giving me a gall-stone job. On top of that he was threatening to break my backbone at the same time. I was squealing like a hog with his head under a fence as I kept on spasming from my pussy hole as I came. "AAAIIIEEEeee! AAAIIIEEEeeel Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me, damn you, fuck mm-meee! Cream me! Cream me! Pull my hair out! Aaaarrrggghhh! Uuuunnnggghhh! Aaaaggghhh! Gaaahhhrrr! Uuuuummm!" I grinned because he apparently had lost his senses up in there. "Is it that good down in there, Baby?" I managed to ask.
"It's that fucking good, you little cum-freak," he told me. "Now, don't fuck around, damnit; just give it up. Give it all up, bitch! Give me all my pussy! Give it to me! Give it to me!"
I already had my legs and thighs gapped as wide open as they would go, but we both wanted more. So, being as agile as I am, I lifted my legs up until I was able to grab ahold of my ankles with my hands, then pulled them all the way down to the bed on either side of me. In doing this, my bottom came up off the bed, and at least another three inches of Wade's huge cock came into me, making me cream as it happened. "Aggghhh!" I let out a cry from deep inside of me. "Aggghhh, Wade, aggghhh! You're fucking me inside my womb! I'm ... c-c-cummmiiinnnggg! I'm doing it so good. Baby! Aggghhh! Aggghhh! Unnnggghhh! Gaaahhh! Huuunnnggg! Aggghhh! Gaaahhhrrr!"
"Now you're giving it up, baby," he told me.
"You're ... getting ... it all, Wade! You're getting ... all of my pussiiieee! Aggghhh!
Unnnggghhh! Aaarrrggghhh!"
"fake it, baby. Take my dick."
"I'm taking it! I'm taking every ... goddamn inch ... and you have got it all ... in meee! Unnnggghhh! Aaaarrrggghhh! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
He got ahold of my titties, and that was when the good part began all over again. He really gave them a powerful squeeze. I once again heard the flesh crying, but my pussy hole was too happy right then to give a damn. And my nipples were in such heat they felt like two hot stoves sitting in my chest.
"You're doing it. Baby!" I told my frantic lover. "You're creaming the goddamn hell outta me! You're bursting my titties! Ohhh, God is that ever good! Unnnggghhh! Gaaahhhrrr! Uuuummm! Uuuummm! Ahhhnnn! Unnnhhh! Ooh, shit I'm cumming so good! Ohhh, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Fuck me! Squeeze my titties harderrrr! Harderrr! Fuck me deeeperrrr! Deeperrrr! Kill my pussy! Kill my titties! Kill meee! Aggghhh! Unnnggghhh! Gaaahhh! Aaaarrrggghhh!"
Wade Saxton was stabbing me so deep im my pussy hole I felt the vibrations in my brains. He was doing it the way I loved to have him do it. And my fervid outcries grew and continued to blaze through me and feed his fucking ego. This is what the real lover wants. This means as much, even more, depending on the man, than the size of his cock. When he has a bitch, his woman, shot or whatever whimpering and crying and cursing and scratching and pulling, and going out of her mind with pleasure he is fucking into her and out of her, he feels like a king. And my men knew he was king of the hole between my thighs. The louder I was, the harder he rammed his peter to me; the more I begged for him to stop, the more he made me cum! "Aggghhh! Shit! Shit! Fuck! Do it! Kill me! Kill me! I'm cumming! Kill me while I'm cumming! I wanta die now! Kill me! Aggghhh! I'm cumming! Kill me while I'm cumming! I wanta die now! Kill me! Aggghhh! It's so fucking good to my pussiiieee! Ahhh!"
He had me discovering brand new pleasures every moment he writhed his body. And I knew I was in the middle of Utopia-a destination we had been trying to reach for sometime. We were one complete thrill and joy and rapture combined. Orgasms were coming from my pussy's hole and my clit. On top of all that he was pinching my nipples and squeezing my titties, and tongue-kissing me.
Some ten minutes later he pulled my hair while we both got off. And what a fucking bang that was.
"Ahhh!" he cried. "I'm cumming, baby!"
"Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum, you good dick bastard! Cuuummmm! Give it to meee! Aggghhh! I feel it! I feel it! Aggghhh!"
"I'm doing it! I'm doing it ... at the bottom of your goddman pussiiieee! Gaaahhh! Aggghhh! Unnnggg!"
We fell off the bed onto the floor huffing and panting, completely drenched with perspiration, and laughing. If you're ever really had a cum-thrill, laughing and cumming at the same time has to be the greatest. There is just no better thrill in the world. It was an ecstasy even my shit enjoyed.
"You okay, baby?" Wade asked me, after nearly fucking me to death.
"Ummmhhh! You should know. You tried to drive me crazy tonight, damnit!"
We never bothered to separate. That would have been the crime of the century.
We kissed and embraced and talked small talk for a long time, until our voices became whispers in the night even the wind could not touch. Wade turned over on his back, I turned around on top of him without us parting, and then we lay on our sides. He was behind me now. And if you didn't know, we naturally fell off to sleep like that right on the floor as we were.
The good dick bastard stole pussy all night long!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Now that I have told you some things about the kind of couple we were, how intense our passions are, about our friends, you must realize how I felt right then being there in my room all alone without Wade. And you must also realize how very much we enjoyed each other. But, I know for a fact a great many people, if they had seen us. or should happen to read this narrative, will say we are shameful. We are idolaters. I'm lascivious and wanton, and Wade is lewd and licentious, and we both are living with the devil's desire and a lot of other bunk. They might even say Wade's lovemaking is savage, and I'm a damned fool. But the truth of the matter is: We are isometric.
I was missing everything about Wade as if he had been gone a lifetime, and it was driving me out of my mind. I was missing my dicking, especially the long-dicking and deep-fucking part, the nipple pinching, the mammary squeezing, the hair pulling, the long and seemingly never-ending cum-spasms. Wade's hands, his mouth and tongue, his beautiful big cock, even the look of desire in his big gray eyes. My throat missed his cock, my mouth missed receiving his cum, and so did my belly, and my butthole was weeping because it also missed the good dicking it always got. I was in a frenzy of erotic excitement just thinking about it!
I was tired of the bed, and the cigarette had gone to ashes right then. If I had been sick, it was for a very, very short time. I sat up with the agility of a professional gymnast. I couldn't hear anything but the music from the stereo. But as I looked around me I sensed the sounds of our voices in the room in deep passion. I could hear myself crying, weeping, cursing, whimpering, screaming, whispering as I came for my lover. That was no good, either, so I got up and walked in front of the mirror.
I cupped my tits in my hands, and made believe they were the powerful hands of my lover, remembering once when he was unable to be patient any longer with me, and removed my clothes. And when I was naked his hot eyes focused upon my anatomy, they could not linger like other times. His hands and fingers were a bit too eager to get to my booming thirty-eights. They were all of a sudden something he was greedy as hell for. And his hungry mouth came upon one erected nipple and gave it a scintillating massage, while his hands crushed the other tit and polished my clitoris.
"I'm on fire, Baby!" I told him. "I'm gonna cream for you right now. Ooh, my God! I'm gonna cum! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Aggghhh! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cummmmmiiinnnggg!"
I was quivering with insanity as the orgasm struck, seemingly with no end in sight. All the time I was lost in this pleasurable dimension, I was busy trying to get him out of his things. And before I knew it there he was in the nude; his hard, masculine body was there before me to love. I found more pleasure when I buried my face against his chest, and all the time he was pinching my nipples crazily. "Pinch, baby, pinch!" I told him. "I'm gonna cum again! Pinch! Pinch! Aggghhh! Aggghhh! Pinch!"
I licked and kissed while this terribly maddening sensation shot through me into him. I clung to him at the height of another mighty cum-spasm that sprung up from out of nowhere. "Aggghhh! Aggghhh, Wade, aggghhh! I'm cumming some more! I'm cumming some more! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh, goddamn I'm cumming! Aaaarrrgghhh!" I couldn't escape it's powers, nor did I wish to be released from it's mighty grip. "Aggghhh! Aggghhh! Ooh, shit, I'm cumming like a bitch! I'm cumming like a bitch! Aaaarrrggghhh!"
My lover, love him, gathered in my hair and made tender love to it. Then he pulled with all of his might the way I loved it even more, until I thought my skull was going to open up and he would jerk out my brains. "Aggghhh, Wade, aaaggghhhh! I'm creaming! I'm creaming! Oooh! Ooh! OOhhh! PULL! PULL! PULL, YOU BASTARD, PULL! AGGGHHH! UNNNGGGHHH!" He impatiently wrapped some of it around his hands, and started jerking it like crazy, and making me crazy with intense cum-spasms. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Ooh, I'm cumming so much! PULL! PULL! I was cumming so rapidly I don't remember what all I said or how I really acted. All I know is I loved every moment of it. The com-spasms were spontaneous and vigorous. The ecstasies were incomparable.
Then he began to fondle me lovingly in places I never knew I owned. He watched and listened as I exploded again and again. Torrid pleasures were running wildly throughout my body as he continued to jerk the hell out of my hair with one hand and pinch my nipples with the other. He had my head pulled back so far I just knew he would break my neck. Let it break! Break it!
He started running fiery fingers up and down my anatomy, belly, my back, the insides of my thighs, down my legs, then back up inside of my thighs I had parted from one side of the room to the other. I had learned sometime ago when Wade wanted me, he wanted all of me at once. And I always Kept my thighs gapped open just in case he might all of a sudden make a lunge for my beaver-slit. Around the house I never wore panties, and a brassiere was automatically out of the question. So, anytime he wanted my beaver-slit it was right there. He would not have to wait that long split-second for me to part my thighs, or even longer for me to get out of panties. He continued to give me the kind of pleasure I loved and had to have. We moved to the shower. Somehow, in some way, he managed to turn the water on, and adjust it to a tepid temperature. But all the while one hand was giving on of my red-hot dugs burning hell to love it. Now, both hands were doing it. I shivered, I quivered, and when neither one of us could stand it any longer, he pushed me down onto the shower floor and I immediately parted my thighs, because I knew he was going after his goodie in it's secret dwelling place.
I asked him if he was going down on me and he told me there would probably be nothing left when he finished. Seeing he felt that way about it I told him not to forget to pinch my nipples while he was at it. And he told me he would also crush my tits until they popped. I got excited behind those words and wished he would do it just to see how it felt.
But right then he was busy molesting my box and everything inside of it he could find edible, or he could chew on or suck, lick, kiss, or whatever he desired. He waded through the mass of flaxen hairs until he was nibbling at the pleasure disc; polishing the golden nugget, aggravating the pink breast. I was instantly in another frenzy, and I could not have gotten away if I tried with all my might. He had my head in a corner of the shower, and the warm water was striking me in the face. It was not only good loving, but also wet loving. I knew for once he was going to use my entire body the way we both wanted it. I was absolutely shivering and sizzling with the fortune of evenly distributed sensations within me. Once more he had gone insane over my flesh. It's a grand feeling to know your man loves your body. It's maddening to know he had gone crazy for it. He went about pinching and crushing, gnawing at the pink monster, polishing it with the tip of his red-hot tongue. I was clawing and screaming and cursing, and the orgasms continued to explode. His tongue touched me here, then there, until he had touched me all over with it.
We got up. I took to my knees and seized his organ with all of my mouth. At the same time we were scattering flames all over each other's body. He was jerking my hair and pinching my digs and squeezing my nipples. Then what I wanted was just about ready to arrive. I felt his body quiver, his staff grew and became as steel. I knew it would not be long before his sperm would be gushing into my mouth. I was ready for it, and there it was, hot and thick as it jumped out of his wand. I swallowed quickly so I would not waste a single drop of that pure protein, then I milked what was left and departed like a thief in the night. But not for long. I came back for more, and it was there waiting for me. I feasted beautifully. I wanted to show off, because at this time I was just learning the art of oral love with the kind of experience that gave my man the ultimate pleasure he should derive from this art of lovemaking. And in my own way I wanted to prove to him I was the best as far as our lives went in the realm of cocksucking, which nowadays is getting rather crowded, whether the others want to admit it or not. The truth is: a helluva lot of women suck their lovers, husbands, or strangers. And facts are facts. If you do it--cocksucking is cocksucking. And I made Wade know I was beyond any that existed anywhere in the world. No, my name is not Lovelace, Bond or Chambers. I've seen them and others at work. What they do in front of the cameras for pay, I was doing before they were ever known for love. I still do it. And there is one huge difference between us. I've only had one man in my mouth. My man.
"Trying to prove something?" Wade asked me, when I stood up licking my lips, getting the few drops into my mouth and down into my hungry belly.
"Don't I have the right?"
"All the right in the world."
"How do I rate? I wanted to know from Mister experience.
"At the very top of the long, long list."
That excited me. "Really, Wade?"
"Really."
"But you want something else, don't you?"
"That would be nice."
"Well, why didn't you do it? My mouth was open wide enough."
"Let us just say I'm pleased. Okay?" .Okay."
He soaped me with a face cloth, and gently, playfully, fooled around with my box, getting me all steamed up again. Who cared? We were young and full of energy as well as passion. If I got hot, his staff would be erect, and I'd enjoy it all over again. Maybe this time it would be up the butthole. He was slowly but surely getting it stretched to where I could take his massive organ up there with ease. I had not had all of it that way so far, but it was only because he thought of me, and took his time about giving it to me. He wanted to be certain when he did he wouldn't have to run off with me to a doctor. Or, I'd had it good once. But only once.
"Keep it up," I told him. "You'll have to do it over again."
"That's what I'm working on."
"Why?"
"Something special I want."
"Like what?"
He slapped my hips. "The rear, you little freak. Your dainty little rear! Your lovely purplish asshole!"
"Little?" I grinned. "Can't be after taking you as many times as I have so far."
"Next time it's gonna be all the way," he promised.
"Then stop talking about it," I told him. "You know it's all yours. Get it, you freak!"
We stepped out of the shower and dried each other off. We were nice and clean for the next act. And we had our own script to go by.
My lover picked me up and carried me to the bed and parted my thighs and got into my box once more. He spread it from one part of my being to the other, and sank his shaft all the way to the bottom where I loved for him to grind. Whatever was down there, my darling was madly in love with.
Because of some of the claims made by some doctors that, the female's pussy hole is an average of eight to nine inches deep, and the average length of a man's cock is six to seven inches long, a lot of other women might not get all of their pussies fucked. But with me, having Wade Saxton as a lover, I had enough dick not to even wish for another fraction of a inch. All of the inside of my pussy always got fucked, even my womb.
When he had savagely loved my cunt and all it's holdings for as long as he wanted to, he flipped me over and shoved his electric wand up my butthole to give it some pleasure. "AAAWWWOOO! I cried out in rapture. "AAAWWWOOO! I'm getting off already, Wade. You're creaming my asshole! Naw, it's my pussy! I don't know ... maybe both! All I know ... I'm doing it! I'm doing it, and Lord have mercy, it's so goooddd! Aggghhh!"
I loved getting it in the butthole by then. However, few men who love fucking their women in their asses ever stop to think the woman is hardly going to cream by him just going in and out of it with his prick. But Wade just reached around between my thighs and collected my weeping clitoris and began to aggravate it with his fingers. And when he grabbed hold of one tit and gave it a good hard squeeze, I came from all over. "OOOOWWWEEE!" I wailed like a crocked dick dog had rammed me. "Ohhh, my God, Wade, it's too goooddd! it's tooo goooddd to my ass! Ohhh! OMHHH! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhhhhhh! Fuck that ass! Fuck that ass! Dick that asshole, Wade! Long dick it! Deep-fuck it! Crocked-dick it! False-dick it! Up-dick it! Down-dick! Between-dick it! Cum in it! Shoot your hot cream deep in it! Aaaaaarrrhhhrrr!"
I had so much dick up my asshole right then the devil was even embarrassed. Wade Saxton, love him, was trying his damndest to push his rod up through my intestines and into my belly. And I was pushing my ass back to him, trying to help get his cock on up in there, since that seemed to be what he was trying to do.
"Fuck that ass, Wade!" I continued to tell him while I felt the electric thrills spinning through me. "Fuck that ass! Fuck that all, goddman you! Get it good! Give it a good fucking! Give it to me! Squeeze my tit, finger my clit, freak your bitch off! I tell you ... freak me off! Freak me off! Aaaarrrggghhh!"
Between the long dicking my asshole was getting, the squeezing my tit was getting, the fervid fingering my clit was getting, the room became a spinning ocean, with mighty tidal waves reeling and rocking me. Here we mingled with pleasure and ecstasy, and passion and rapture. I was a woman of excitement that could not feel anything else. He was a man of lightening that would not stop striking. We knew in these moments we lived in, we were living in the epitome of erotic pleasures. Then we hit the high one together, and our minds were momentarily shattered. "Aggghhh!" Wade sounded off! I'm gonna shoot in your fine ass! Aggghhh!"
"Shoot it! Shoot it! Cum in that ass, Baby! Give it to me deep! Ahhhnnn! Unnnggghhh! Gaaahhh!"
"Aggghhh, Baby, aggghhh! It's so good! Feel that cum! Feel it! Feel it!"
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yeeesss! Ohhh! Yeeessss!"
We were in different worlds from those we were in when we started out. Softly, ever so softly he asked me, "How do you feel, precious?"
"Ummm!" I groaned smilingly, as he dragged his long, hot dagger out of my well fucked behind. "Let me see; my cunt's been eaten and well explored by your cock. My mouth has done it's thing ... and my stomach is busy digesting your cream ... and my butt has had it ... and I feel terrific. Just terrific! The only thing that could possibly make me feel better is ... if you'd give me one last good deep-fucking. Will you do that for your bitch?"
"My pleasure, Baby!"
"Not right," I told him. "Our pleasure." I turned over and gapped open wide to receive his long dick. He didn't waste any time giving it to me. He shoved it all the way to the bottom in one movement, and creamed hell out of me. "Aaaarrrggghhh! Aggghhh! Unnnggghhh! Oooohhh!" I honestly believe I came all night long that night.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It had been a lovely night out with Wade; my first ever in a night club. We had ourselves a ball until that strange urge hit us, and at the same time. We could tell it was mutual from the amorous looks in each other's eyes. So, Wade paid our bill and we walked out of the club and got into the Lincoln. My lover took me in his strong arms and passionately tongue-kissed me. I stole his kingly prick into my hands and began to tug at it, wanting to snatch it from his crotch and fly away with it to Venus or Mars.
"Hey-hey-hey-hey!" he exclaimed moderately. "Careful, hot-pants. I only have one of those, you know. Maybe they can cut 'em off and make pussies outta them, but they sure in hell can't make live transplants!"
"Can I help it if I'm starved for it?"
"May be not. But you can be a little more gentle."
"I wouldn't hurt it. Wade, " I pouted. "You know that. I ... just want it so damned bad. Christ!"
He started the car and drove out of the parking lot on Sunset Boulevard, and headed home. All the while I was getting his tool out of his pants. When I had it out I got comfortable in my seat and began to console myself by loving it with my hands, and now and then kissing it's bald head. That, needless to say, was driving me insane. I listened to the music from the car radio, the horns from passing cars honking, and lay my head in his lap. I wiggled out of my panties, and his right hand jumped into my crotch to fire up my box, as if it wasn't already burning up. He added blue flames to the red, and I came out of my mini-cocktail dress. I was completely naked, holding Wade's cock while he fingered my clit. This was insane! Sunset Boulevard on a night like that? Waaahhhooo!
I was creaming. I lay back and gapped my legs and thighs as far apart as I could get them, and wiggled my hips to encourage those wickedly hot fingers down there giving me such a good time.
"I'm creaming, Wade!" I told him breathlessly. "Goddmanit, I'm cumming! Aggghhh! Aggghhh! Aggghhh! Ooh, whee, I'm cumming! Aaaarrrggghhh! Unnnggghhh! Gaaahhhrrr!"
"Come on, Baby!" Wade insisted. "Get on off for me! Get off a good one!"
"I am I am! It's so good! It's so good to meeee! I'm still cumming! I'm still cummmiiinnnggg!"
Wade's cock was throbbing mightily in my hands while I held it tightly. It was so good I had to do more to it than just hold on like that. I needed it in my mouth.
I managed somehow to get my head in his lap and my cum-hungry mouth over the head of his sweet dick. The back of my head was about a half-inch from the steering wheel, but I didn't give a shit. I wanted cock and I had it. I licked the head and Wade stiffened up. I sucked the head and he began to twist a little. I knew it was good to him, because it was good to me. I had done some creaming, and was now insisting with my mouth that he give up that cream I hadn't had for the past two days. Oh, he'd fucked hell out of me, but kept his cream. I didn't mind. It was something I had gotten used to. But now I wanted to taste that hot, thick and delicious stuff, and he knew it. Therefore, he was going to let me get in while, driving down busy Sunset Boulevard. I don't think a thrill could have been more intense than the one I was enveloped in right then. Sucking dick in a car like that was a mountain of thrill piled upon top of each other, and the big one was yet to cum.
I sucked vigorously on the big cock, taking more than half of it into my mouth and throat. I could hear Wade sighing from time to time because he was feeling his cream boiling in his balls and getting ready to erupt out of the head of his dick.
"Ooh, goddamn. Baby,! he said. "Shit, you're sucking cock right now. I gotta give you some cum in a minute. I gotta ... give it to you!"
"Ummmm!" I groaned , and went right on doing my cocksucking as expertly as I could in the car.
I think it was the idea of doing that while riding up and down the busy boulevard is what made it so exciting, and extra thrilling. "Ummmm!" I moaned over the head of this throbbing dick that was getting ready to vomit. "Ummmm!" I sucked harder and faster, taking it all into my gullet. And when I did. Wade raised up, my head hit the steering wheel, and his dick went further into my throat than it had ever been. I creamed behind that action it felt so good. His dick was down in my throat entertaining my vocal cords I couldn't use for talkin, just moaning right then. "Ummmm! Ummmm!"
Oh, his dick tasted and felt so goddamn good to me I wanted to bite the fucking head off and keep it for a night and day sucker. I gnawed at it with my teeth, and Wade started moving around in the seat once more, as if he was sitting on a hot piece of steel
"Suck, Baby, suck!" he told me. "I'm gonna cum for you in a little bit!"
I slipped my lips up and down the length of the hard prick faster and faster, harder ant: harder. Now he began to raise up and shove it down in my throat, because I was helpless The damned steering wheel was playing against me in a way. I wanted it all, but would have loved it better if I took it on my own, or he gave it to me. Not the damned steering wheel like that. But I wasn't going to complain. Wade was getting ready to give up that cum for me. His dick was not only throbbing right then, but growing, and I knew what that meant.
"Ahhh! Gaaahhh!" he sounded off, and just then I felt that hot cream gush into my mouth. I had to swallow quickly in my position, or it would have eased out of my mouth and got on his suit trousers. "Unnnggghhh!" he cried, and all of that cream leaped into my mouth. Again I got it down as fast as I could. "Oooohhh, shhhiiittt! Good goddman Ahhh!" It was good to my baby. I had gotten his cream while he was driving, and I was buck naked, and we were just turning off Sunset Boulevard. "Ohhh, that was good," Wade told me.
I was licking what few drops I had missed away. I licked and he trembled. I took my hands and milked it and a couple f o drops that were late came oozing out of his dick's canal in the center of the happy head.
"We'll be home in a few minutes," he said sometime later.
"I know," I sighed.
"Just another block and we'll be there."
I laughed. "Do you realize I've sucked your dick on Sunset Boulevard while you were driving the car?"
"And what a head-job that was!"
"And, my darling Wade, do you realize your bitchy little whore is naked? Buck naked!"
"Darling, you're always naked. "Am I?"
"You are."
"But this is thrilling!" I laughed. "Waaahhhooo! Wait'll I tell Toby and Talia."
"You can do that in ... just a minute." He was turning into our driveway. "We're home!"
"Aren't you proud of me?" I said. "I creamed you like never before, huh?"
"You sure in hell did."
"It's something to think about, huh?"
"No, my angel," he said, pulling up the emergency brake "It's something to do!"
I held my clothes in front of me when we got out of the car. I could hear the music coming from the stereo in back. Wade had speakers all over the damned place, and it sounded sexily good. I knew Talia and Toby were having themselves a ball. We could tell from the music that was playing. Low down blues. The best music in the world to make love by. It's uninhibited, true and has deep, soul feelings. It will get you to your climax in a fucking good hurry, or you aren't human.
The door was unlocked, the lights were on in the living room, but no one was there. Toby and Talia were out back playing their hot sex games in the middle of the green lawn on a mattress with sheets covering them. Both were naked, which was no big thing, because I had gotten accustomed to seeing them that way, and they sure in hell got their eyes filled with me the same. Talia was just sitting up on top of Toby, but stopped her movements as we walked out.
"Hi, guys!" she said. "How was the Club?"
"I bet it was great," said Toby, "until they got ants in their pants. Right?"
"That's why she's stripped," laughed Talia. "And I bet she had some cream, too."
"Got it while he was driving," I snickered.
"Goddman!" exclaimed Talia, looking from me to Wade, "I bet that sure was good, wasn't it?"
"Couldn't have been better," Wade said. "And my belly is very happy, thank you," I said.
We were fortunate in many ways. We had a nice front lawn and a spacious backyard, and nobody could see us. So, being in the nude outside, particularly at night, wasn't going to get anyone other than us upset. And because it was during the sweltering summer, we were going to be doing this kind of loving a great deal. We had already started a few days before.
"We got a big day ahead of us t morrow," Toby said, as Wade was getting undressed.
"It's not going to interfere with me right now," Wade grinned.
"Tell this fool like it is, Wade," Talia said.
"Awww, shut up!" snapped Toby. "She's pissed. She was so greedy again ... she missed her cream!"
"Right out of his prick into my belly," laughed Talia. "Shit. I wanted it bad, too. Ummm. I missed it."
Wade and I sat down together on another mattress for a long moment. All we did was smile at one another softly-ever so softly. Then his hands came to me and took me in his embrace. I wanted what he wanted. I needed it, too. I needed my nipples pinched and my titties squeezed. He lay me back and took my breasts in his strong hands and squeezed. A billion stars in the sky winked at us, but I never saw them. I was too busy trying to explode a good hot orgasm.
"That's it, Baby," I cooed. "Squeeze your bitch's tits! Ooh, shit that's so good. Wade. Pop the damned things open. Pop them open, Baby! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ohhh! Aggghhh! Ummmm! Ahhhhhnn! Uhhhnnn! Oooohhh, I'm gonna do it! Harder! Harderr! Aggghhh! Aggghhh!" I think he did it with all of his might, and my pussy hole sprung a leak! "Ahhh, I'm cumming! Ahhh!"
I kissed his mouth. "Thank you. Baby," I told him. "That was a damned good one. You make me feel so good. You make me feel ... bitchy!"
"You're my bitch, remember?"
"You bet your sweet cock I am" I hugged him tightly. "Pinch nipples. Baby, pinch nipples."
His mouth came into mine to collect my tongue. His fingers trapped my nipples and began to punish them with painful pleasure. While I trembled and creamed, I kissed him with the essence of my soul. I kissed him with the passion of my mind. I kissed him with the power of love. My cum-spasms were paramount right then he was pinching so good. The need for this was dominating me, but being satisfied. The thrill running through me was incredibly beautiful and intense.
"Auuuggghhh!" I groaned when he turned me loose right in the middle of a new cum-spasm. "Auuuwwwhhh! Oooohhh, piiinnnccchhh! Piiinnnccchhh! Ooooooo! Oooowwweee! Aaaarrrggghhh!"
He immediately took my head in his hands and looked deep info my eyes, into my soul. My mouth was still formed into a cup that was filled with intoxication he could drink from. His mouth was intoxicating wine, and we both came after each other hungrily. We drank. We sipped. We sucked. He pinched I came. He kissed my nipples and I came again. I was going to stop, I was feeling too fucking good, and my nympho-masochism had taken over my mind. All I wanted to do was be hurt and to cum and keep on cumming until I had been burned to a crisp.
"We've never danced, you and I," he whispered to me. "How about it?"
"Why not."
He rested his face against mine. I pushed my body tight against his. His hands came to my naked ass-cheeks and caressed them, making tiny little circles. I was feeling another cum-spasm instantly ready to explode me. I tightened my arms about his neck and offered him the full pleasure of my lips, mouth and tongue to enjoy while I boomed into orbit. "Ummm!" I groaned in his mouth as I felt the thrill shoot hotly through me, making me twitch and jerk and wiggle my ass lasciviously. "Ummm! UUUMMMmmm!"
"You freakish little bitch," he lovingly called me. I was trembling against him.
His educated hands came to my back to enjoy more pleasure of my naked flesh. Fires from all the worlds ignited me. My passionate smile overwhelmed him, as his eyes viewed my radiant beauty. I quivered all over again when his hands moved back down to my hips. I drew back my face and pushed a lock of hair over my shoulder and broadened my smile softly for his eyes. His lips brushed against mine. How enticing. How utterly tempting. Our lips together were warm and filled with the wine of desire, which was running rampantly through our bodies.
As we clung to one another there was obvious deep passion on the face of the blazing hot sun, burning desire on the surface of the moon. His hot eyes were more torrid than the center of that sun. He kissed my lips, my full mouth, my neck, shoulders, ears, hair, the tip of my nose, and my mouth once again. His own mouth held a treasure of riches I'd come to love with all the strength of my being. I gave him all of the hot sweetness of my own mouth, and the excitement and pleasure it possessed. I held back nothing; not even a whimper. So intoxicating were his lips, so firm and hard was his strong body, he was sending me off into another world of blazing realities. Everything about us was perfection and naked provocativeness, stripped of all inhibitions, and possessing no restraints. Life, was no longer a dream world to me, nor was love. Love was life, and life was love.
Kissing and embracing as we moved slowly in rhythm with the deep blues ballad that played kept me in a frenzy. Wade was going to have his way with my body that night. I just knew it. And he was so sweet and delicious, and I was pressing my body up to him as tight as I could. I had to have all of him this night. I didn't want tender lovemaking. I wanted savage sucking and fucking. I wanted him to pop my tits and my nipples, then drink the juice that flowed from them. I was getting hotter just thinking about it. I just knew the moment he loved my clit I was going to cum some more. Just one single touch from his hot fingers would send me on my way to the moon. My nipples were suffocating they were pressed so damned hard against his chest. They were so hard and thick with passion they threatened to pop wide open without him touching them. The fire in his body was burning them to a crisp, and spreading into my breasts, then got ready to burst in my chest.
We stopped dancing; actually we were dry-fucking, and his hands left cold spots when they departed from my flesh. His left hand moved patiently between our lower bodies. My thighs automatically parted. My cunt was waiting, waiting, waiting, and waiting! Then he found the little golden nugget and began to shine it. "Aggghhh, Wade, aggghhh!" I whimpered, then offered all of my cunt area to him while I continued to cum and cry ecstatically. "Auuuggghhh! Auuuuggghhh! Huuummm! Ooh, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Arrrggghhh! Unnnggghhh!" I was being dominated torridly by the increasing pleasure sent surging through me. "OOOHHHhhh! OOOHHHhhh! Oohhh! Ohhhhh!
OOOHHHhhh! UUUUMMMmmm!" I whimpered away into nothing in the middle of the night, in the grasp of pure, naked ecstasy.
He took my pouting mammaries in his hands and began to love them gently. His hands were always to me unlike any other pair of hands in the world. His hands were purposely designed to pleasure me and give me pleasure. He gently embraced my titties and made me jerk and twitch working my body up tighter and tighter against his, feeling his hard cock stabbing my belly. I moved in rhythm with his body. The rhythm of our bodies was a gentle to-and-from animation that constantly repeated itself passionately. Right then he was living in the softness of my titties that were aflame with love. He buried his face between them, then, as I wished, and obviously so did he, he mashed the cream out of them for me. "Auuuwww!" I cried. "Auuuwww! Mash, Baby, mash! Cream me! Cream me! Cream me! Cream me-e-e-e! Auuuwwwggghhh! Uuuuhhhggghhh!"
As he mashed and squeezed, he also made me more hot with kisses upon my fainting nipples, sucked them, nibbled them, bit them and made me live in the fire until I burst into a holcaust. He continued to love my tits with his hands, fingers, lips and tongue, and kept me creaming for him, and I had to tell him how good it was to me. I had to say, "I'm creaming, Wade! Your bitch is creaming! You're creaming hell outta mm-meee! Auuuggghhh! Unnnggghhh! Oooooooo! Aaaawwwoooo!" The thrill paralyzed me with passion. My orgasm continued to explode from deep inside my pussy's hole and the fired up, red-hot tip of my whining clitoris. My knees were wobbly-my mind was in an erotic daze. My soul was in a sensual frenzy. "I'm still doing it. Wade! I'm ... still ... creaming! I'm still ... creaming! I ... can't stop! I ... can stop! Auuuggghhh! I can't stop creaming! Wooouuueeeaaahhh! Wooouuuwwweeeaaahhh!"
Wade Saxton was my master. I was his passionately tortured slave; the slave of passion that he brought upon all of my flesh and ejected into it. I was a slave to the need of his loving, to his hot hands, his hot mouth, his devilish tongue that went on tormenting me in the holocaust he had me buried deep within. The impetus of desire was guiding the impenitent bitch in me. And I kept right on creaming for my lover. "Ooh, Wade, baby, ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh Oooooooh! Ohhhhh! Goddamn, I'm cumming so much! Ooh, shit, I'm cumming! Wooouuuwwweeeaaahhh! Yaahh! Yaaaiiieee! Wooouuuwwweeeaaahhh! Uuuummm!"
Finally at long last he lay me down on the mattress. And I knew all I was going to get now as pure pleasure and naked rapture. He lovingly kissed my flesh with his hot mouth, and together we got inside of ecstasy and closed the door. The sensation we were currently actuating one unto the other was drawing us closer and closer to an eternity I had never visited before. There, we would combine all the pleasure we were creating now with whatever we made for each other then, and we would hotly weave ourselves together in that torrid pleasure, and achieve the apex of sexual joy, rapture, and ecstasy all at once.
We were silent for the moment, busy kissing and loving each other. Then my outcries and the music filled the night together. The reason for this is his hands and lips suddenly went all over me and I exploded. He left nothing untouched, and it was the exact moment his tongue touched my live clit that the explosion occurred. Ooh, shit, now his tongue was pressing hard against my clitoris, and felt like a red-hot stiletto burning into my senses, driving me out of my mind. "AWWW! AWWW! AWWWOOOooo! AWWW WADE! AWWWooo!" I was clinging to him in the thick passion he covered me with, made pervade me, turning my blood into lava, and sizzling my flesh to a crisp. I was fighting this passion to no avail, for there was no winning for me, and certainly no escape route. "AAAAIIIEEEeee!" He gave my clit a stroke with his tongue.
"WOOOUUUWWWEEE!" He gave my pussy hole and all a heart attack it probably would never recover from. "AAAGGGHHH!" He just gave my buttocks high blood pressure. "AAAWWW! AWWWWW! I was still having one orgasmic pleasure after another, and all of my organs and glands were creaming for my lover.
Then, there on the mattress beneath a small canopy of twinkling stars worlds away, surrounded by music, he put his big dick into my screaming pussy hole the way I wanted him to. He just up and shoved the entire length of it all the way to the bottom of my womb. "UUUUUHHHGGGggr Giant orgasms came from all over me, inside and out and exploded-deep inside my cunt and the tip of my clit. "UUUUUHHHnnn!" I screamed in ecstasy as the orgasms exploded and ecstasy attacked me. I was vibrating desperately as I went off, over and over again. My God, his writhing was like poetry. Every moment had its very own meaning, giving me it's special kind of sensation. He had taken my body, my mind and now he was out to capture my soul. I whimpered, cried and moaned. "Uuuummmppphhh! Uuuummmppphhh! Uuuunnnggghhh!
Ummm! Hhhhuuummm! HHHuuuhhh! Aaaahhhnnn!"
The thrills continued to explode like artillery inside me. My sounds of ecstatic gratitude, my moans, my groans, my cursing and my praying were all part of the night, like the air, the aroma of the flowers, the brief moonlight, the sounds of automobiles passing millions of miles away. I jerked. "AWWWOOO!" I twisted "AAAIIIEEEeee!" And the fire kept on burning deeper and deeper into my being. Then it got so good, and I was caught up in a flurry of intense cum-spasms I couldn't cope with, I fainted. I came myself right out of this fucking world! Sorry. Wade fucked me right out of the world, my mind, and everything else I belonged to and belonged to me.
I awakened with orgasms still exploding inside me, and Wade slightly smiling into my face. I had forgotten my name, who I was, where I was, what I was doing and who was making me do it. Then I sighed submissively, calling my lover's sweet name. "Wade! Wade!" He had laid me that night like a perfect bitch, and I wasn't the only one happy; he was one happy bastard himself.
I was still out in no-man's land when I sat up and managed somehow to say, "I'm sorry.
I apologize. I don't ... know ... what in hell happened!"
"You passed out," he told me. "Are you okay?"
"Er, huh," I blushed. "I think so."
"I want you to be sure," ' eh told me. "Stand up."
My knees were like rubber. "Shit!" I blushingly smiled. "What ... what'd you do to me?"
"Knocked your freakish butt out!" Talia laughed. "I knew it from the very beginning."
"So what?" I said. "You're not doing bad."
"Riding my stallion," she told me, as she moved her hips up and down over Toby's body, with his rod going in and out of her slippery pussy hole.
"Let's go inside," Wade said. "Wash your face and get your equilibrium back."
"For what?" I grinned. "Just to have you take it away from me again?"
"At least I'll have something to take away," he told me.
"Okay, you good dick bastard."
Shit! Waaahhhooo! I was going to get more. Wade knew it was not just what I wanted, but what I needed. I was his freak. I was his whore. I was his bitch that was always in heat for him. But we were each other's satisfaction.
CHAPTER NINE
While I was taking a cool shower to bring my mind back, Talia and Toby came inside to continue their fun and games. I could hear them in the living room getting it on. They didn't waste any time getting into their new act. It was something none of us but Wade seemed to be able to control.
For instance; when I finished my shower and dried off, I put on my pink robe and switched into our bedroom. Wade immediately took me in his arms and planted apologizing kisses all over my face. Then, like never before in his life when he approached this moment, his strong hands were ever so patient, ever so gently, as he removed the robe from my body. I don't know why I bothered to put the damned thing on in the first place. He turned it loose and it descended rapildy to the carpet on the floor. Now, yours truly, stood before Mister Saxton completely naked. Right then, I was positive he was everything in the world a woman could ever hope to have. And I wanted to be everything in the world to him. His big hands, his mouth, his body would be my sensual body's excitement for as long as he wished.
"You look so juicy," he told me. "You look edible, so damned enticing, but poignant. I wish I could swallow you whole!"
His words were special fertilizer for the joy within me. One sprout brought on another, and another, filling me with intoxicating bliss that nearly burst my capacity for acceptance, and caused me to feel more like surrender than I did before. As we passionately kissed, and massaged one another's tongue so excitingly, I knew I could not afford to allow any of this great pleasure to escape. He could feel my body melting for the man in him, and he was in quest for the bitch in me. We were both swimming in a pool of hot provocation, and I was getting off like I wanted to. "Uuuummm!" I hummed into his mouth as my orgasm exploded me. "Uuuummm! UUUMMMmmm! UUUMMMmmm!"
Now his hot eyes embraced me and his hands stole my quivering titties into their sweaty palms, while his lips seized mine. He began to gently squeeze them, and I went limp under the spell of hot passion that rumbled through me. "Ahhhnnn, Wade, ahhhnnn, harder, baby, harderrr! Do it real hard! Burst 'em! Please burst 'urn!" He got a good grip and with all of his strength he gave them one helluva manly squeeze that sent my mind into an orgasmic frenzy and my soul into an inferno of passion. "Aggghhh, yeeesss! Aggghhh! Aggghhh, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Unnnggghhh! Gaaahhhrrr! Wooouuuwwweee! Yaaahhh! It's so good to me! I feel so good! I feel so goddamn goooddd!"
I laced my fingers behind his neck, and lifted my face and smiled wantonly into his eyes. His eyes were so bright I could see my own passion in them. I wanted all of him. I was hungry for all of him. And from the way he was squeezing my tits, he was loving it like never before. I wiggled my hips lasciviously for him, pushing my innocent titties harder into the crushing hands that had set them on fire, and that fire was burning all of me from head to toe. My nipples were pulsating and my clitoris was throbbing while my pussy hole vomited up more orgasms that made my entire body quiver.
His hands let my happy titties go free for a moment, while his fingers took possession of my jealous nipples. He pressed his body firmly against mine. I sighed. He sighed. Then I creamed for him when his fingers clamped down upon my nipples. "Ahhh, goddamn, I'm gonna cum right now! Aggghhh! Aggghhh! Ahhhnnn! Do it to me! Cream me! Cream your freakish bitch! Aaaarrrggghhh!"
"Love it?" he inquired.
I had my head held back, my eyes closed, and I was wiggling my hips to try to cool the fire between my thighs.
"Uh, huuuuhhh!" I moaned. "Uuuuhhh, huuuhhh! I love it sooo mm-muuuccchh! Ummm! Ummm! UUUMMM!"
There was such ecstasy in my voice, one not seeing us, but hearing me, was bound to think Wade was eating me up or fucking my cunt deep and hard with his kingly cock. And we had not even began to get started in that direction. Preparations were just beginning.
He touched my lips with his so softly, ever so softly, then ran the tip of his tongue between them as if gathering in much desired honey, or the nectar I had prepared for him. My sweet lips opened, and he came in after my tongue with his entire mouth as if it were a life-saving serum he had to have or he would die without. At the same time he was really going to pop my nipples if he contined to go on pinching them as hard as he was. "Ahhh, MY GOD THAT'S SO GOOODDDddd! AAARRRHHHGGG! UUUNNNGGGHHH! GGGAAARRR! HHHUUUMMM!"
We were only teasing one another with tender caresses and painful thrills when we should have been sucking or fucking. But he was creaming me so good, and enjoying it, we need not hurry along. We had plenty of time for other things. "Ahhh, Wade, ahhh! I'm summing like a freak! Pinch , baby, pinch! Pinch harder! Harderrr! Ahhh! Ummm mm!
Now we lay on the bed together. As strong and as powerful as his hands were, they traveled like a feather over my dainty and delicate flesh. I played with his hair. I made love to every strand I touched. I moved my hands into his crotch and let one enjoy his hard cock while the other played with his heavy sac. His left hand moved into my crotch, his fingertips loved the long black public hiars before they parted my vulva. I gapped my legs and thighs wide open for him, and my naked pussy embraced two of his fingers.
"I love you," I told him, working my hips up to the exciting fingers.
"And I love you," he said, and thrust them all the way into my pussy hole to cream me.
"Ooh, goddamn!" I exclaimed, twisting my head from side to side. "I'm gonna cream! I'm gonna cream! " I held his cock with all my strength. I gripped his balls with all my might. I brought my hips up off the bed and worked them around in wide circles to get off a good fingerfucking cum-spasm. "Aiiieee! Aiiieee! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum! Ummm! Ummm! Ummm! Ummmmmm! Auuuggghhh! Auuuggghhh! Oooh, it's so good to me! It's so good! I'm gonna ... cum ... right ... Aggghhh, I'm cumming, I'm cccuuummmiiinnnggg! Aaaarrrggghhh!"
He wanted to keep me creaming and moaning and groaning because he loved that erotic sound. And the way he was fingering me he as going to drive me mad! When he ever got around to stabbing me with his great cock he would send me into oblivion forever, somewhere on the other side of eternity, far away from infinity, where only dying thrills lived.
His right hand came to my left tit, and his fingers moved over it gently, but effectively, until they were collecting my panting nipple. He took it between his fingers and worked it around for a few seconds. I think the idea of pinching the damned thing got to him. He looked me in my watery eyes before he took the nipple between his thumb and index finger. I closed my eyes just as he pinched the cream out of it. "Ooh, shit!" I said. "Pinch, Baby, pinch! Cream me again! Harderrrr! Harderrrr!" His wild left hand was creaming me from my pussy and his right hand was creaming me from my nipple, and all of that good feeling erupted from deep inside my pussy hole and shot through my entire body like a volt of electricity. "Ahhh, God, I'm cummiiinnnggg! Wade! I'm cummiiinnnggg! Uhhhnnnggg! Uhhhnnnggg! Uhhhnnnggg! Cream me! Cream-mm-meeee!"
Wade Saxton wanted to take my mind away from me. His left hand ascended from my boiling pussy up over my naked belly, traveling over the most delicate areas beneath my mammaries until it was caressing my right tittie. The desire to have him crush both at once dominated me. Either that or pop my nipples wide open. But he wanted to see how much heat he could make me live in before I was burned to a crisp. He wanted to see how many times he could make me cry out with orgasmic spasms vomiting from my pussy before I passed out again. He was going to cream me into cream, make me cry and moan and curse and pray at the same time. He wanted to see my lovely body strangled to death by the hot embrace of ecstasy, and my beautiful face distorted by the agony of this ecstasy I would not be able to control. He wanted me to really crawl out of my skin and drag my mind along with me. And I wanted it to be something I had not experienced with him at the time, and would un-likely ever experience ever again with anyone.
He went wild over my titties. He watched my face as rapture and pleasure completely dominated me, and distorted it. His seeing me seeing him seeing me was tremendously effective, and evoked a different kind of pleasure of us. And now his fingers came back to my nipples and began to pinch. Pleasure lifted me up from th bed and held me in midair somewhere on the other side of a hot paradise. I squealed at the top of my lungs as I felt my orgasms come in spasms. "Wooouuuwwweeeaaahhh! Wooouuuwwweeeaaahhh! I'm ... er ... creaming, Wade! I'm c-c-creaming! Suck ... my tongue for me, Baby! Suck it, please Wade!"
As he bent over to take my tongue between his lips, he rendered me powerless on a fiery frenzy I could not help but to give in to. He got my nipples in his big hands and tried to burst them. Never before had he squashed them with such tremendous power as he was doing so beautifully right then. They were going to pop open any second. "Burst them!" I cried in ecstasy. "Burst them!" I craved that feeling. I prayed they would pop open. I wanted to know what it was like. He had to do it for me. "Do it! Burst them, Wade! Burst them open! Ohhh, my God please burst them for me! Please, Wade! Oh, my God, please do it! Aaaarrrggghhh! Unnnggghhh! Gaaahhhrrr! Ahhhnnn! Unnnggghhh! Aaaarrrggghhh!"
His lips silenced my cries, and I strained my tongue into his mouth. He sucked hungrily upon the flesh I was abundantly giving him. My God, he was starved for it. I was his helpless captive giving and receiving the apex of erotic pleasures. My flesh was drowning in it. My mind was barely able to stay afloat. My body was trembling. The hair around my pussy hole was being burned to a crisp, while the juice inside was bubbling over. I could hear the blood in my veins as it rushed through me. I could feel my rectum closing and opening, getting tight enough at times to cut the head right off a nail.
He gently moved between my thighs and shoved his rod into my jism-filled pussy hole big and hard until he completely filled me up with it. I was comming already, and rocking the room with my devilish outcries. "FUCK ME BABY, FUCK YOUR BITCH! GET THAT GOOD PUSSY! IT'S ALL YOURS! GET IT! GET THAT PUSSY! OOH SHIT GET IT BABY GET IT!" He knew I was riding pleasure with pleasure into the opening jaws of more pleasure to be totally consumed and devoured and fucked away into oblivion for all time. We were intertwined. We were" twisting. We were jerking. We were giving and receiving, taking and making more pleasure with each movement we made. "Fuck me. Wade! Fuck your goddman bitch to death! Get all of her pussy! Cream her to death! Cream her to hell!" I was feeding his masculine ego with my outcries while the pleasure he gave me drowned my body. My sensations grew as I climaxed and my pussy spasms became more and more intense. The more my pleasures grew, the more it prevailed and intensified. I was living in a liquid fire, dying in a solid blaze, and loving him with all of my soul.
I found his mouth somewhere near mine and pressed mine against it. He drew my tongue into his as if he were collecting honey. He could obviously tell from the way I was scratching him and my body was vibrating I was having my share of pleasure, and trying my best of make him give me his cream. I knew it wasn't going to be much longer before he gave it up. I could feel his body moving more rapidly, and his cock stabbing hell out of the bottom of my pussy hole. When I felt him trembling, on his mark, set and ready to go, his cock tried to plunge through my bottom pussy, and while it didn't, his cream did.
'I'm cumming with you! I'm cumming with you! Aaaarrrggghhh! Aaaarrrggghhh! Unnnggghhh! Uuuuhhhnnn! Ahhhnnn! OoooHHHRRRrrr!"
I screamed and continued to explode. The giant cock was pumping cream into my pussy's bottom area, and the sensation in my body had me caught in a web of torrid pleasure that enervated me completely. How pleasurable it was to have enjoyed this great work of art performed by my master, a master of this art. We had struggled desperately to give satisfaction to one another. Our bodies and minds had labored unselfishly in this endeavor. Now, perspiration was all that was left covering our flesh as we lay side by side still engaged. But we had tripped away to other worlds and did not care or know about anything else. We had walked through the blazing depths of intense passion into a world of ultimate fulfillment and profound satisfaction. We had crossed over the universe in those brief moments; ascended far beyond the earth, the planets, the stars, even the worlds beyond where there were no worlds, just us and our pleasure.
"Sleep, now, my darling little bitch. When we awaken we shall still be as one! I love you ... bitch I LOVE YOU!"
CHAPTER TEN
I've been skipping around as you probably know by now, telling you all of the juicy parts of my romance with Wade, and our friendship with the Simm couple. But I never got around to telling you two important things that fit into the story I have told you thus far. I haven't told you how it was when we went for a weekend vacation that first week and got arrested. And, I haven't told you what it was like getting goosed up my ass the first time by Mister Saxton and his kingly cock.
As for the arrest, it happened north just past Camp Roberts, California, in some little dump called, Bristol. I had never heard of the damned place before.
We were driving along, singing and having ourselves a real ball. I was being creamed while Wade played with my pussy and my tittie nipples, and I played with his throbbing cock. Talia was in the back getting it on the right way; riding Toby's cock while everything else happened.
We passed a Highway Patrolman, waved at him, and he took off after us. The siren made us stop enjoying ourselves and get back into our clothes properly. So, when Wade had pulled off to the side of the road and the copper pulled up along side of us, we were descent. But he wasn't. The man had out his .357 Magnum, and my clitoris sought refuge up inside my trembling pussy's hole. The cop was not kidding. He was in quest of something or someone, or perhaps both, and we were perfect for whatever it was right then.
"Get out one at a time," the nervous officer ordered, then pointed the gun directly at Wade's chest. "You ... driver ... get out first. Slow ... but slowly and carefully."
Wade held both hands where the cop could see them, and did exactly as he advised. He opened the door carefully and slowly and stepped out with his hands up over his head. Toby was next to obey, then it was my turn. By then four other cops cars were skidding to a halt on the gravel along the side of the highway. All of the officers got out with their weapons drawn. Talia was just getting out of the car at the time, and nearly in tears. I could not blame her. I was already crying.
A couple of plain clothes detectives took a look at us and nodded his head to the Highway Patrolman that had 'captured' us.
"Looks like 'em," he said. "Check their I.D., fellas."
Apparently they had never heard of any kind of martial arts up that way, or at least the dumb as cops holding guns on us had not.
"We gofer Wade Saxton here," one of the officers said, looking at Wade's driver's license.
"A Toby Simms, here," another officer said.
"Can't pronounce this one's last name," said the officers with my identification.
"This one must be the wife of the Simms fella," another cop said, looking at Toby's driver's license.
"This Saxton fella's got some L.A.P.D. identification on him," said an officer. "Sheriffs Department, too. You a lawman, Mister Saxton?"
"I teach at the Police Academy," Wade said. "Also the Sheriffs. I run a martial art's academy and a magazine. Right now we're just out having a little fun. So, what's the charges?"
"Gotta complaint about you people," one of the plain clothes officers said. "You don't have to tell us about it. I'll give you your rights, then you can do whatever you think is smart."
They gave each one of us our rights, then asked if we wanted to tell them what we were doing in the department store back in town. Wade chuckled, but one of the dicks said it wasn't a laughing matter. It was serious. The place had been robbed a few weeks before by three people, possibly four. The fourth one could have been in a getaway car.
"Then we have nothing more to say at this time," Wade told them, and they herded us off to jail.
Handcuffed, they put Talia and me in one car. Wade and Toby in separate cars, and impounded our car.
The only things they took from us girls were our handbags, otherwise we were able to take make-up along with us, and keep our shoes. But they took Wade's and Toby's belts away from then, their shoes, too. And I began to live through my first real nightmare. That came when the dike bitch closed the door to my cell. I was in a cage like an animal, and I hadn't a fucking thing.
I told myself not to cry; and it would be alright. There was a mistake, and as soon as they found it out they would let us go. I sat down on the side of the iron cot in the cell and drew in a deep sigh. But as soon as I got sort of comfortable, and used to the idea of being locked up, believing I would go free any moment, they came and got me.
"What for?" I asked the dike matron named Bobbie Clements.
"Line up, baby," she told me. "Some folks wanta look at'cha. Can't blame 'urn. You sho' is pretty. God! Are those your real tits?"
"Yeah," I said, and walked out of the cell.
The others were coming into this area that looked like a small stage. Bright lights shined down into our faces preventing us from seeing those pointing the finger at us. We all kinda smiled at one another.
"Turn to the left," a voice ordered us, and we all turned to our lefts.
"That's good," the voice said. "Now, turn to your lefts again." We obeyed.
"One more time," the voice ordered, and we obeyed.
We could hear mumbling, but was incomprehensible. We all knew whoever it was was saying we were the ones back at the department store. So what? We were there, but not to rob the damned place. We had no guns. We only went in looking for some blouses Talia and I saw in the window. I was glad they didn't have our size, or we would have bought them.
"Alright," said the voice. "Face the front."
Staring into those bright lights wasn't doing my eyes any good, I can tell you that much. Every tine I held my head down, somebody told me to look up. I did, but felt my eyes burning, the light was so bright.
"Take um back," the voice said.
Sure. Take us back. For what?
Ten minutes later I was sitting in a fat dick's office, with his roving brown eyes trying to snatch my nipples off my tits. He asked me everything but when I was going to die. I guess he would have asked me that if he had thought of it. I only said yes or no, but mostly just kept my mouth shut and didn't say anything.
"Got no real cause to keep on holding yah," he told me when he finished questioning me. "Still got them complaints. You and your friends ... what were yah doing so close to that there cash box in the store?"
"We never saw any cash box," I said.
"Ummm," he nodded. "Between all of yah, you had over a thousand bucks. Lot of money. Worked for it, I guess."
"No," I said. "My lover gave it to me."
"Ummm. Which one is yah lover, pretty gal?"
"The pretty man."
"Ummm. The one that teaches them there L.A. cops ... karate?"
"Kenpo."
"What's ... kenpo?"
"Sophisticated methods of self-defense. "He grinned. "You gits belts and all that, huh?"
"That's right."
"You gotta belt?"
"Brown. First brown."
"Ummm. That means you knows a lot, huh?"
"Enough. But I'll be a Black Belt in a short while."
"That there fella you going with ... he's got seven, huh?"
"He's a Seventh Degree Kenpo Black Belt."
"Ohhh. Seventh Degree. That good, huh?"
"He's the best there is or has ever been and will ever be."
"Good in bed?" the fat creep grinned, then took another look at my tits.
"The best," I said.
"Betcha he got a big 'un, ain't he?"
"Big and long and he knows how to use it."
"Er, he ever do anything else to yah?"
"Whatever he wants to do ... whenever and wherever."
He stood up and walked around in front of the desk and sat his big, wide ass on it. He bent over slightly and got a good look at my heaving titties. He was tasting them without even touching.
"Make you a deal, little lady," he said. "You, er, let me have 'er feel of them there good looking titties ... and I'll say you is okay. Okay?"
"Not on your life,!" I exclaimed.
"Can't stop me if I wanta do it, you know."
I stood up. "Try and see what happens."
He laughed. "I done forgot. You're a Brown Belt in that ... that Kenpo stuff." He shook his head. "Naw I ain't gonna try nothin' You'd probably bust my balls, now wouldn't yah?"
"I don't think you have any."
He made an ugly face. "I'll have the matron take yah back to yah cell ... bitch. Snooty bitch!"
Later that evening as it was getting dark I was brought my dinner. Obviously, because it was one of those frozen T.V. type dinners nice and hot, they didn't have a kitchen in the damned place. I was hungry, but barely tasted the food. I did drink the cup of milk they gave me, then tried to get some sleep.
It must have been around two-thirty in the morning when another dike named Pat Dixon came to my cell. She was with another dike. Both were smiling, and I figured it had to be good news. It just had to be. The waiting was killing me, not to mention all else I had to encounter.
I had been thinking I would miss my nightly dicking; especially the long-dicking and the deep-fucking. The nipple pinching, the tittie squeezing, the good pussy sucking, my excellent cocksucking of Wade's kingly joint, his sweet cream....
"Okay, cutie-pie," Pat Dixon said. "You're getting out!"
"Oh, thank Heaven!" I exclaimed, and hustled into my slacks, my see-through blouse and stepped into my low cut shoes. "My friends, too?"
"I don't know about the fellas," said Pat Dixon. "But the girl named Talia Simms is being cut loose."
"Cut loose, did you say?"
"Yep." They both smiled for me.
"No charges, huh?"
"No charges," said the other dike. "Seems we've been holding some genteel citizens the county of Los Angeles holds in the highest esteem.
I guess I was grinning all over. Not just my face, but my hair, teeth, eyes, skin, organs, guts, even my shit, my mouth, my pussy hole and my butthole that was going to get it.
"Right on!" I exclaimed cheerfully. "Right on!"
Pat Dixon unlocked my cell gate while I stood there before the little mirror putting lipstick on my lips Wade was going to be suck off the moment we came together. I had to smile when I thought about it.
At last the dark shadows of loneliness were beginning to clear away. It seemed that I had been locked up inside the well of loneliness for an eternity. There had been no escape only through my imagination. Although the imagination was still going on at the moment, I could feel the enormous reality about to make it's appearance before me. I sensed the taste of my lover's lips upon mine, deep within my mouth, warm and intoxicating. I sensed the feel of his hard, masculine boyd engulfing me like a mile of zephyr cloth. I sensed his hands bursting my titties, his fingers pinching blood and cream out of nipples. I sensed my hands caressing his golden flesh. I was made to wonder what he would want first? What did he want most? What would be our greatest desire?
Well, if he wanted milk, the proper thing for him to do would be consult a cow. If he wanted, he should check a butcher shop. If it was honey he wanted, he should check on the bees. If it was music he wanted, he could listen to a radio or the birds. If it was physical pain he wanted removed, he should consult a doctor. If it was light he wanted, there was the sun and the moon and the stars. But, if it was loving he wanted, he could look to me. Nothing gave song like a song-bird, or light like the sun, moon and stars. Ant certainly no one could give him love like his wanton bitch.
Yes, I could feel that only in a few minutes I would be in Wade's arms, in his fervid embrace. The dark shadows that had embraced me during the night thus far were fading into oblivion, and I could see the beautiful sunshine of pleasure. Seeing, Wade, begin with him would give me total brightness, for he was my sun, my moon, my stars, my everything.
"Let's go, cutie-pie," Pat Dixon said.
I walked out of hell, but I was still in jail. My God, how long did it take to walk down one flight of stairs? An eternity? Time, you devil, you have always annoyed me for one reason or another, but why now?
We walked, it seemed all over the damned jail. The reason being, my mind was traveling all over it, trying to find Wade and make love to him. I needed that man so badly. I needed his big, beautiful cock shoved up my cum-happy pussy hole, down in my throat, or, as he promised, up my butthole. That was going to be a joy I hadn't experienced with him thus far. I was going to take all of that juicy, hard hunk of meat all the way up inside my guts. I was going to feel his balls banging against my ass-cheeks, and most of all, his cream jumping into my guts. Oh, I was going to do some terrific creaming while he was enjoying my quivering anus. I was going to cream from the moment he broke in until I felt his cream jump out of the head of his big dick. Oh, what a sensation to look forward to being a reality. Not only that, but I would probably get deep-fucked and long-dicked in my pussy hole before he got to the rear one. I wanted to eat his cream, too. Shit, I wanted it all. I would get it all, too.
We finally made it down the flight of stairs. I saw Talia and my heart cheered: "Talia!"
"She whirled. "Yo-Yo!"
We embraced as if we hadn't seen each other for years. We clung to one another with all of our emotions. There was nothing like being free. Sure, sex was terrific, but not if you're me and you're behind bars and can't get it the way Wade gave it to me.
"Gonna fix up your man probably," smiled Pat Dixon.
"As soon as possible," I told her.
"Well," she grinned, "you'd better get your things and get going. If I know men, he's pretty anxious to get to you about now. Can't say that I blame him.
"The fellas are on the north side," a deputy told me as I was getting my handbag. I signed for it, told him, "Thank you," grabbed Talia by the hand, "Let's go, girl!" And we cut out as fast as we could.
The officer was wrong. Wade and Toby were standing at the bottom of the stairs. Even so, they seemed to be a billion miles away from us. My God, I would never get to him in this world. I would be old and wrinkled when I did.
They say it's dangerous to run down steps or stairs. So, we flew! There was going to be good loving, nipple-pinching, breast-squeezing, butt fucking, and mouth-sucking before too long. The idea had me wrestling with a giant orgasm when I came into Wade's arms, and it exploded when his lips seized mine. We were on our way to cum-heaven!
But not so fast. Jeezz, they had the car towed to some dinky, little garage, and we had to get a written statement from the Police Department before the car could be released. By then it was almost daylight. But we weren't about to hang around Bristol another second. Hell, no! We split!
The long wait was over with. The long night of agony, loneliness and frustration and sexual starvation had come to an end. Talia did not waste time getting Toby's stem into her greedy, hot mouth. They were in the back seat getting it on while Wade drove, and I sat close to him as I could get without getting into his lap. I wanted him so badly I could taste him. He gave my left tittie nipple a decent pinch and smiled.
"We're on our way back, Baby," he said, and I cuddled up closer to him.
"And not any too soon," I sighed.
"Lousy ass town," Wade grumbled.
"Ummm!" Talia groaned over Toby's cock.
I was jealous, needless to say, among other things. But at least my cunt was no longer feeling empty and dry, although it was dreaming when it should have been enjoying. However, there was life once again between my thighs. I knew it because my clitoris was beginning to twitch and itch. Then....
"Ahhh, honey!" Toby was yelling and getting his rocks off "Ohhh, shit! Goddamn! Talia, baby, I'm ... gonna ... Gaaaahhh! I'm cumming, bitch! Unnnggghhh!
Then I could hear Talia gulping, UUUGGGHHH!" and I knew she was having her kind of pleasure as well as Toby was having his. She was feasting on last night's cum she had missnd; it was her goddman breakfast that morning. Mine was still in Wade's balls.
"What the hell happened, Wade?" I asked, trying to keep my mind off lovemaking. (Was that possible?)
"Ahh, the place was hit and we kind fitted the description of the group that did it, he told me. "I talked a long time with the lieutenant. There were two girls with a guy, only he was figured to be a Mexican. So were the girls; at least one of them. I'm dark, you're dark, and although Talia's a blonde, she's got such a deep tan ... she could pass for a Chicano. Particularly if you just happen to be in a place they don't like dark races of any kind. I told the lieutenant if they knew I was half-Comanche they would probably hang us all. He kinda laughed, then he asked me if I really was. I told him not only was I, but damned proud to be.
"But they checked us out, huh?"
"Fuck harder, Toby!" Talia complained. She was getting her rump goosed right then. "Harder, Baby! Get all that ass this morning!
Ooh, shit, I need this so bad...." ... "Er, yeah," Wade answered me. They did all kinds of checking and rechecking. Takes time to make all of those checks, you know. L.A.P.D. and the Sheriffs Department was pissed like a sonofabitch."
"Did they relate the fact that you teach at the academy and in private sessions with policemen and deputies?"
"Get me off, Toby, Baby!" Talia yelled out. "Get me off! Ohhh, shit, I'm gonna do it! I'm gonna cream...."
"Then shut up!" I turned around and snapped.. Toby was pinching her nipples so good right then while he goosed her butthole, I felt like it was going to make me cum.!
I fell asleep holding onto Wade's joint. I wouldn't let go of that sweet rod, not even in my sleep. It would have been a sin against our perverted desires if I had. And since we had been together, we had not committed such a sin.
I didn't dream anything I could remember. I just felt happy and alive. That's really all anyone would want to feel. Many are not as fortunate as lil ole me.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The next thing I knew. Wade was pulling up into the parking lot of a hotel in San Jose. From what he had told me we were going to be doing the next time we were intimate, I couldn't bring myself to fancy the idea of getting my rear-end cherry popped in a hotel, even in a nice one like the one I was staring at right then.
We all piled out of the car and Wade locked it. We strolled sleepily through the lobby up to the desk.
I never had lived a lot of things until I met Wade; living or even staying in a hotel room with a man was one of those things. I imagined unless our room was sound-proof, everyone in the hotel would hear me scream when Wade stabbed my in me butthole with his giant cock. I felt kind of embarrassed just thinking about it. I would come down later on walking a little strange, and they would all laugh at me, knowing what had happened. The men would all look at my rear and shake their heads with envy, wishing it was them that had popped me in it. And the women would all wish it had been them, unless they knew what it was all about.
The gray-headed man with thick-rimmed glasses sitting on top of his nose grinned from behind the desk as we stepped in front of it. He knew we weren't married. That also made me feel embarrassed. I wasn't as uninhibited as I thout I was in those days.
"Morning," said the clerk friendly.
"Hope you have a couple of rooms for four tired travelers," Wade said.
"Got one double," said the clerk. "And that's it."
"Two beds?" asked Toby.
"Two double beds," smiled the clerk.
"We'll take it," Wade said, and fished out the fee for the night.
The room was on the fourth floor, number four-twenty six, at the south corner overlooking the rapidly growing city of San Jose. A Mexican bellboy showed us the room. It was beautiful, spacious and comfortable looking. There were two large beds, too. And it was going to happen in one of them. I mean, I was going to get goosed in my rump in one. But again I didn't fancy it happening in the presence of two old-timers at the game like Toby and Talia. I was kinda low in spirits as Wade tipped the smiling bellboy and he went out.
"I'm getting me in that shower as fast as I can," Talia said. She was already getting out of her clothes. "I gotta wash that jailhouse funk off me. Shit! Ummm...."
"I'm gonna join you, Baby, " Toby said. He was also getting out of his clothes.
"Well," said Talia, "I hope you'll wait until I get half-ass clean before you stick me again."
"You'd better hope I don't do it right now, bitch," he laughingly told her, showing her his hard-on. "It's ready!"
"Your cock, Toby, is always ready. Baby," smiled Talia.
"You two cum-freaks gonna eat this morning?" Wade asked.
"Sure!" laughed Talia. She could afford to laugh. She had her cream already, and got her butt busted afterwards.
"Make mine four eggs over easy," said Toby, and he and Talia took off buck naked for the shower.
Wade drew in a sigh while he half-smiled, and turned obliquely to me. "Whatcha want, baby?"
"Eggs and bacon, I guess," I said. He was getting out of his shorts.
"Aren't you gonna take a shower?" he asked me.
I stood up as if God had spoken. "Er, huh." He pulled me into his arms lovingly. "You feel okay?"
"Just ... thinking," I said. "No privacy, huh?"
"Well...."
"We don't have to do anything," he said.
He was so thoughtful and considerate. He understood my inhibitions were prevailing for the first time. Maybe I had been able to hide them a few days before when he popped my cherry for me. I could not hide them right then. They prevailed and dominated me.
"Make me. Wade," I said, pressing my body hard against his. "I want to. I promised you...."
"Promises were made to be broken."
"I never want to break a promise to you."
He reached his hands in front of me and started opening up my slacks. I had little tingling sensations running all over me. My nipples stood up straight, my clitoris did a flip-flop between my pussy lips, and my pussy's hole did the Suzy-Q, the mashed potatoes, too.
"Don't be silly," Wade said. "You're still my bitch, aren't you?"
"Always, Wade."
He eased my slack over my hips.. Then you'll do whatever I say, and whenever I say it. Now, you get your fine ass in the shower. I'm fucking it this morning."
"After breakfast, I hope," I managed to say. And I had an entirely different feeling surging through me. I wasn't going to be bashful or inhibited just because Toby and Talia would be in the same room with us. Somehow, all of a sudden the idea appealed to me. How many girls get their butt holes busted for the first time while friends look on? Not very many, I can tell you that. "I'll be okay now."
He gave my nipples one helluva hard pinch for me, and I was dripping 'from my cunt when I walked away to get into the shower.
Toby and Talia were at it as I had suspected. She had her head bent over into a corner of the shower, and Toby was long-dicking her slobbering pussy hole for her.
I had not expected to find two shower stalls, but they were there. So, I didn't have to stand there and watch Talia get her rocks time and time again, while I was still suffering from sexual malnutrition. I went into the second shower stall and turned on the water. I could hear, but not see. Yet and still the sounds I heard were turning me on something terrible.
"Ohhh, Toby, Ohhh!" Talia was moaning. "You're in my womb, goddmanit! Ooh, shit that sure feels good. Ohh, it feels so good to your bitch, Toby! Dick it, Baby, dick me in my womb!"
"Hold still, Talia, damnit!" Toby told her. "Let me get it all, shit!"
"You ... got ... it all!" she told him. "Aggghhh! Aggghhh! I'm creaming, Toby! Harder! Harder! Harderrrr! Aaaarrrggghhh!"
Brother was presently deep-fucking sister. I wondered how it would have been if I had a twin brother, even one that was unidentical like Toby. I doubt if I would be letting him goose my cunt let alone all of those other things Talia and Toby did.
"Don't cum yet, Toby," Tania said. "'Don't cum, please."
"You just keep your fanny right where it is," Toby said.
"Alright. Here! Get it all, but don't cum."
"Whatever you say."
I looked up as I was soaping my self in slow motion and Wade was stepping into the shower. His cock was standing straight out with a rock-hard hard on he was later going to shove up my frowning butt-hole.
"Breakfast will be up by the time we finish," he told me.
"Terrific!" I said, and slipped my arms around him. I was all passion right then.
His hands came to my hips and drew me closer. His hard-on stabbed me in the belly while he sucked my tongue, massaged it with his. Then he let me go.
"I'm okay now," I told Wade.
"That's good. I don't wanta ever make you unhappy."
"You haven't."
I soaped his hard, masculine body, lingering in the area of his cock's hard-on and his big balls. I grinned and blushed each time it kinds throbbed. He was showering off his virility, which in Wade's case was easy to do, but not necessary. I was thoroughly convinced from the first time he was a man in the sexual realm of mice and men. And a very special cocksman in the realm of supposed cocksmen.
He soaped me, and what little inhibitions that were left floated off into oblivion in the heat of the passion my flesh put off. When his hands came to my tits we were staring in each other's eyes. I wanted it and he knew that. The wash cloth fell to the floor between us, and his hands tightened up around my titties. He couldn't get a really punishing grip because of the slippery suds. He left them alone and got hold of my big nipples. Now he was able to give it to me good. He gritted his teeth and gave me the pain that I craved. "Ahhhnnn!" I groaned. "Ahhhnnn, Wade, ahhhnnn!"
"You love that don't you, baby?" he smiled. "Yesss!" I whimpered. "Yesss! Do it harder, Baby."
I was wobbly, sinking to the floor when Talia called out from the bedroom. "Breakfast is here, you guys!"
"Don't stop!" I told Wade. "One more time, Baby." He clamped down on my nipples. It felt like they were in a steel vise. "Aaaarrrggghhh! Yeeesss! Yeeesss! Unnnggghhh! Oooohhh! Oooohhh! Wooooouuueeeaaahhh!"
Wade had to hold me to keep me from falling to the floor. I was blushing, but at the same time I was trembling. I drew in a deep sigh and stepped under the water. I couldn't look at Wade at the moment. I couldn't even look at his cock I was too excited. I wanted more, but needed the food to give me necessary energy I would be using up in a while. Wade-God only knew where he got all his energy from-was going to wipe me out. Sucking and fucking and goosing my butt-hole. I wouldn't have to worry about going to sleep once he turned me loose. I would become sleep. Sleep would become me.
Like Talia and Toby, we got comfortable in bed with out trays of food between us. That put us far from each other. It looked like Wade was miles away from me. He had part of the spread over his beautiful cock and I couldn't see it. Of course I had part of it stuffed up in front of my cunt, too. I think I would have enjoyed his prick more than eating the food. But I did eat until every speck was gone from my plate.
"Stop, Toby," Talia was saying. "We gotta watch Yo-Yo get her butt-hole busted."
I never bothered to look around at them. My inhibitions were all gone right then, and Wade was taking me in his arms. He lay me down easy in the center of the bed and placed his right knee between my parted thighs. We got comfortable, teasing each other's tongues and lips with all of our mouths. We were taking our time-in no hurry to get where were going. We were on. the right road, and nothing on earth was going to make us change our course.
Wade's fingers tickled my thighs as they crept over them ever so gently, and then his hands parched my nipples and titties as he played fire games with them. I was working my hips in time with the passionate thrill that was moving through me lightly. I was on the brink of a new orgasm I couldn't hold back. I felt my entire body quiver as it exploded from deep down inside my spasming pussy hole. All I could do was hold on tightly to Wade as it went off. He was sucking my tongue so good, and pinching my right tittie nipple kind of hard, but not the way I really needed it done to me. Then he increased the pressure, and I was immediately ready to spend a giant orgasm. My hips trembled as I worked them rapidly, enjoying the hot thrills that pervaded my body and disturbed my mind.
Wade propped my thighs wide open and shoved his right hand into my blazing hot crotch, and lovingly teased my cunt with this entire hand. His hand was moving through the thick mass of black cunt hairs like a red-hot prong. Then his middle finger slipped inside and began to ignite my pussy hole, while his thumb blistered my trembling clitoris. I was off on another spasming orgasm that was a boiling whirlpool inside my pussy hole, and I was drowning in the overwhelming sensation.
"Ooh, Wade," I moaned. "Ooh, it's so good to me! It's so good to me, baby! I'm creaming! Oh, God, I'm creaming so good!"
"Cream the bitch, Wade!" Talia said. I knew she was hot. I would have been too. "Work that pussy. Wade," she continued to encourage my lover. "Work with that pussy hole!"
"Shut up!" Toby chided her. "Can't you see the man's doing his thing! Shit! COME HERE! Let me suck your sweet cunt for you while you watch."
"Naw. Toby, damnit! I wanta see her take that cock up her virgin asshole. Then you can eat the hairs from around my cunt."
"I'm creaming! I'm creaming!" He had it in his mouth and was flogging it viciously with his dammed hot tongue. The thrill was so intense I felt as if I were in the center of a roaring inferno, with the hot flames tickling me all over my body. "Good God, Wade I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Ooh, shit I'm really doing it, too! Awww! Awww! Awww! Awww! A www ww! Awwwooo! Eat me, Baby, eat me! Eat me up! Eat me up! Huuuummm! Huuummm! Ooh, it's so gooddd tooo mm-meee!"
"Ahhh, my God, I'm cumming so good," I told him. "It's so good to me. Wade. It's so damned good to me! Aggghhh, Baby, aaaggghhh! Ahhhggg! Aggghhh!
Unnnggghhh!"
He crawled up between my thighs and shoved his kingly cock off into my bubbling pussy's hole, and rammed it all the way to the bottom of my vomiting womb. I had had a series of intense orgasms that left me a complete thrill, not a being any more. I was living ecstasy. The kingly cock hammered the bottom of my womb time and time again, making my pussy spasm and give up one orgasm after the other, until I was an orgasm myself. "Fuck me!" I told him without shame or any kind of feelings of inhibitions. "Fuck your bitch's pussy! Fuck mm-meee! Fuck me, you good dick sonofabitch, fuck mm-m-meeee! Aaaarrrggghhh!"
The big dick continued to punish my pussy's hole way down deep where no other dick could have gone. The bald head was making private love inside my womb, while the base of the long organ was rubbing my fainting clitoris back and forth with every movement he made. I wriggled my ass for him, shoved it all up to him so he could get all of the pussy he wanted, and without a doubt. Wade Saxton wanted it all. His deep stabs inside my pussy's hole were long and patient and deliberate, and the thrill continued to be intensified. I thought then I would pass out, but I didn't. I lay there and took that good deep-fucking and loved it all. I even endured the long-dicking he eventually gave me before he got around to crashing into my asshole.
When Wade stopped without cumming, and eased his hard pole out of me, I knew I was in for my first rear-end job. He got up from the bed. I opened my eyes to see what was going on. I did not give a shit or a damn. All Wade Saxton had ever given me was pleasure, and I was sure that was what I would get when he returned.
He did, and flipped me over on my belly. I got comfortable while he shoved some grease up into my twitching, frightened asshole. He fucked it for awhile with one finger and I almost came. He managed to get two fingers up in there and the orgasm came and sat at the bottom of my pussy, ready to spring any moment. He got three of his huge fingers up there and gave me some sweet pain that made the orgasms move around down there. And when the fourth finger came inside me, I shot the orgasm up from my pussy like a rocket. "Ahhh!" I cried out. "That's creaming me, Wade! Your goddamn fingers are creaming mm-m-meee! Ahhh, shit, that feels so goooddd! It feels sooo goooddd to meee!"
"We'll sleep awhile," he said. "Then I'll long-dick if for you." I cuddled closer to him. "Okay."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Saxton's Academy of Self-Defense in Kenpo--
By the authority invested in this institute, under the constitution of its governing body We do hereby grant
TO: KEAH YOLANDA YVONNE TATUPU
THE RANK OF: BLACK BELT
Any dishonor you bring to this SOCIETY OF MARTIAL ARTS, or to any members thereof will bring immediate and automatic revocation of your rank and honor. HONOR and CHERISH your belt, fellow associates, other MARTIAL ARTISTS, no matter what style or status, and yourself at all times. May your BLACK BELT and other belts you have earned forever and always uphold the standards set forth by the SAXTON CREED as well as the KENPO CREED, as we all strive together for UNITY, DISCIPLINE, PHYSICAL FITNESS and PROFICIENCY IN THIS ART.
EDWARD STEINBERG JUDGE
TOBY SIMMS JUDGE
WADE SAXTON SENIOR JUDGE
WADE SAXTON DIRECTOR
WADE SAXTON Signature
Awarded at HOLLYWOOD, CA. Recommended by WADE SAXTON
So I had earned my Black Belt in Kenpo Karate. It was one of the best feelings in life I had ever experienced other than all of the wonderful beauty of being in love with Wade Saxton, and having him love me back. But, little did I know this was going to change my sex-life. I had a big surprise waiting for me.
There were photographers all over the place. They even showed it on television. Not all; just the last part and other parts in between the beginning and the ending, especially all of the Katas I had to do, which were most beautiful. And Wade Saxton never would have handed me that certificate if I had not worked my butt off to get it. He loved me, but he was a Master of Martial Arts, and a very serious one at that. No, yours truly actually earned that promotion.
Time passed, and the more and more I realized who I was and what I was, the less and less I was affected by nymphomania and masochism. I began to enjoy masochism in a painful manner. The pleasure wasn't there anymore as it had been. That was why Wade took off that day some time later on in our relationship. I would ask for it, but he just couldn't do it any more. Now, he was gone and I was all alone with my beautiful memories of what it had been like.
I had begged Wade to do terrible things to me, because I figured the pain he was giving me just wasn't enough. If he gave me more, I would have my pleasure back again. I missed it!.
"You want me to actually fuck you up like a lot of broads get when they're being tortured into having an orgasm?" he asked me.
"Yes!" I shouted back to him.
"Get somebody else!" he shouted back to me. I won't be around!"
Now that he was gone, I was burning up, breathing hard; my pulse soared so high there was no way any one could have kept count of them. I was in such misery and pain, I didn't know what to do. I mean, there was just no way I could deal with that cruel and inhuman situation. What forces of evil had sneaked into my life and guided me awry? I should have been with Wade right then. Instead, I was only holding those sweet memories he had left behind. They were all I had right then. And for as long as he would be gone from me, that would be all I would ever have.
I was uncomfortable. I was anxious, upset, nervous and very afraid I had taken Wade too far off his course. Maybe we would never get back together, and that was what was so frightening about the entire stupid mess.
I was there in the living room when it happened. Suddenly I was falling down and having convulsions. I was having an orgasmic fit. Toby and Talia tried to pick me up from the floor, but I had been charged up with extra energies and was able to fight them off me. I was trying to get one of the glasses they had been drinking punch out of to shove it up into my blazing hot snatch. I had to get one up there to put out the fire. I just had to have it.
"Fit!" Toby said, trying to hold my wrist. "Get her legs Talia! Hold this bitch down!
Hold her, dammit! Shit! Goddamn! Waaahhh! Yo-Yo! Yo-Yo! Shit, she can't hear me!" But I did. I just couldn't respond.
A nightmare had me in its grasp. I returned to my childhood, to a day and time I had forgotten about. My father locked me inside a clothes closet in the dark. I begged and cried and pleaded to him to let me out. But he wouldn't do it. I was only ten years old at the time, but something inside of me became so powerful I actually broke the door down to get out. I was drenched with perspiration when I fell to the floor in the hallway. My parents had gone and left me. I was alone, and scared, and I had been lonely and scared every since.
"No!" Talia was yelling. "No, Yo-Yo! Don't, goddammit! Gimme the fucking glass! Gimme the glass, Yo-Yo!" then she had it, and I had her by her legs.
She fell to the floor and I went after her. Toby came after me and grabbed me around the waist and slammed me to the floor once again. I was kicking hell out of him, anywhere my feet could land a blow. I wanted the glass! I didn't know anything else. I had to have that glass!
Toby managed to subdue me. They had to tell me what happened after that. All I knew was, when I finally came out of that horror spell the devil had cast over me, his face was streaked with blood that was draining down on me. I had dug my nails into him like a wounded tigress. I had scraped his flesh away wherever my nails traveled.
"Oh, shit, Toby," Talia was saying, "your face is fucked up! Go in the bathroom and take care of it right now. I'll stay with this freak. Motherfucker!...."
"That bad, huh?" Toby asked.
"Ain't that pretty, honey," Talia told him.
Talia helped me up from the floor and into a chair. I looked down and saw all of the blood on my slacks, my hands, and screamed at the top of my lungs. I trembled and vibrated, and almost burst wide open.
"You done messed my man up, Yo-Yo!" Talia shouted at me. "You messed up his face, damn you to hell!"
"Wade...." I heard my self. "Wade! ... Wade!...."
"Wade ain't here," Talia said.
"Oh? Where is Wade?"
"Honey, you better try and find yourself," she told me. "You are fucked up in the damned head! How you feeling, bitch?"
"Terrible."
She put her hands on her hips and studied my face. "What the shit happened to you?"
I shook my head. I tried to explain it to her, and if anyone would know, it had to be Talia. Only she didn't understand a damned thing I talked about. She had never felt that devil alive within her the way I had just experienced it. It wasn't me. I was someone else.
"Not too bad," Toby was saying, as he came out of the bathroom. He had a large white towel held to his face. But even his nose and forehead were badly scratched up. All I could do was lower my head and weep. And I didn't even know for what.
"Don't tell Wade," I begged. "Please."
"Shut up!" Talia snapped.
She was busy considering Toby's wounds. "Well," she sighed, "not as bad as they looked at first," she told him. "Bet it burns like hell, don't it baby?"
"No shit," he said.
"We'll have a to getcha a shot. Fingernails is poison, and that bitch is full of it."
Just then a car was pulling into the driveway. I knew it was Wade. So I hurried back to the room and out of my clothes. I never moved so damned fast in all of my life. I had the door opened so I could hear Wade, but I never even heard the car door slam. I was ready in a matter of seconds, and came walking back through the living room, looking at the empty space of the doorway Wade should have been filling, but wasn't.
I was tingling all over as I stood there in the doorway and watched my lover get out of the car and walk toward me. He didn't look any different from what he did when he left.
"It's Wade!" I heard myself saying, as if they didn't already know. "He's come back!"
I couldn't help it. I dashed out of the door and ran into his arms. When he didn't push me away, but held me right, I knew it was alright.
"Welcome back," I said softly, ever so softly.
"Are you sure?" he wondered.
"Positively," I answered. "Very positive."
"I'm glad, baby," he told me.
He looked up at Talia. "How you doing, Talia?" he said.
"I'll make it," she said angrily.
Wade looked at me with a dominating look. "Get your ass into the bedroom and stay there until I call or come for you," he told me. "Just take it all ... sweet ass ... pussy ... all of it ... and wait."
"Yes, Wade," I said, walking away from him in a hurry.
"Hold it," Talia said. "Wade, Toby's a mess, and has to get a shot. Your ... little angel-puss had a fucking fit and scratched him up."
"What?" Wade didn't sound too surprised. "That's Why you're holding the towel to your face, huh, Toby?" He turned to me. "Get back here. I sat down on his lap. "What happened?"
Talia explained it all to him telling him exactly the way I was carrying on, out of my mind and all, and as strong as two bulls. All the time she was talking, Wade was nodding his head up and down. He acted like he not only expected it, but understood all that happened. None of us did, that's for sure. I couldn't even remember all of the shit Talia said I did. But I could look at Toby and tell she wasn't lying. He was fucked up for the time being, and really did need a shot.
Wade patted my butt. "Well," he sighed, "girls ... guys, it looks like the ... party is over with. Now, all of you listen to me, and listen good. Whatever happened to Keah was a violent attack of nymphomania. Fortunately you guys were here to stop her from killing herself. I told you all, time and time again, that shit is deadly dangerous. But you wouldn't listen to me. You were too busy cumming and cumming and cumming. Nymphomania is nothing to play around with, neither is masochism. It certainly is nothing to enjoy when it gets out hand and it has done that. Today it was Keah, tomorrow it could be you, Talia. It's fucking illness, for Christ-sake. A deathly illness!" He turned to me. "Take off your tank-top, bitch."
"Yes, Wade," I said, getting the damned thing over my head before his words left my area.
I think my titties and nipples were screaming a different tune right then. I felt unhappy, believing Wade was going to squash my tits and pinch hell out of my nipples. I wanted to cry.
"Alright," he said, "you love having your titties squeezed and your nipples pinched. You told me you had to have pins jabbed into you ... clothes pins pinned to your nipples ... you wanted more pain." He pinched my nipples, and it hurt so fucking bad I wanted to cry. Water came to my eyes. It was the first time in my life I could remember having pain there. What the hell happened?"
"You mean that hurt, Yo-Yo?" Talia asked.
"And how!" I said. "What does it mean, Wade?"
"Alright, let's get to the nitty-gritty. All of us have been afraid of something or some situation. Toby, Talia, the two of you are brother and sister. Twins. And you've never made it with anyone else. Why? Your old man got your cherry, Talia, and while he did it you were scared to death. And you've been scared of sex every since. That brought on your nymphomania. It could have also brought on your masochism; a desire to be punished for what you did wrong.
"What about you Keah? Can you remember any fears in your early childhood?"
I told Wade what I had seen, felt, and relived while I was having the attack. He felt certain this was one of the reasons for my nymphomania.
After more talk about Toby screwing his mother and Talia getting laid by her father, the two of them could hardly look at each other straight in the face. Talia was moved, to tears, and so was I. None of us, excluding Wade, had even thought about these things. And he had gone along with all of us because it was what we wanted, and seemingly had under control. But he had expected violent attacks of nymphomania and masochism anytime. Now, I was no longer a nympho or a masochist. The nymphomania could be understood. But why wasn't I still a masochist?
"Obviously for the same reasons," Wade replied when I asked him. "You've been thinking of what it would be like enjoying pain you can't live with. In doing so, you saw yourself for what you really were, and didn't like it. Nymphomania doesn't just damage your fucking mind, and never departs without leaving a scar, if it departs at all. But, you can consider yourself lucky. You didn't blow your goddman mind!"
"I'm taking you to see a doctor to have a complete physical right now. Put your top back on." He cut his eyes to poor Toby. "You'd better come along, Toby, and get a shot."
"Yeah," sighed Toby. "Man, I feel bad as hell, you know. But, er, what you said ... makes sense. Makes a lot of sense. Man fucking his old lady ... girl getting dicked by her father ... Well, thinking about it hurts both of us."
"Sure does," Talia said, almost in tears. "I really feel guilty. I guess I'll be alright."
"Toby," I said, "I'm sorry, and I thank you both for what you did for me. I could have killed my stupid self! You're still my brother, Toby. I still love you. And you, too, Talia."
They both nodded with understanding. "You're okay, Yo Yo," Talia said.
"Still my sis," Toby said.
"And you're getting it good before we see the doctor," Wade smiled.
So, today my life is perfectly normal. I'm not a nympho, nor am I a masochist in any manner. But I tell you what I am. I am about the happiest wench on God's green earth! ... and pregnant as hell!
Oh, as for Talia and Toby? Well, Toby's hooked up with a cute little chick from Thailand and Talia is being goosed by a distant cousin of Wade's. Where? How would I know? I'm on my way to the hospital to have my baby!
