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The following tale of depravity contains adult material. If
you are under 18 or object to explicit sex, stop reading NOW and
go do something innocent.
Otherwise, if bondage, cum-eating, and humiliation turns you
on, then go ahead and enjoy yourself. The characters and
situations are, of course, completely fictitious. Feel free to
post or archive, as long as the story remains intact and
unmodified. Otherwise, this work should be considered copyright
1997 Sissipus.
> Eating Out
> by S i s s i p u s
>
> "So, honey, what did ya get me for my birthday this year?"
>Smiling, my fiancee sucked a drop of butter from her finger and
>told me "It'd better be good."
> Uh-oh. I'd completely forgotten about it, and I think she
>knew it. Stalling, I snatched a piece of toast from her plate and
>crammed it in my mouth, mumbling incoherently around it.
> "You forgot, didn't you." Crossing her arms over her
>breasts, she just sat there and glared at me. I tell you - if
>looks could kill . . .
> "As a matter of fact," I replied, "I didn't." Thinking
>quickly, I walked over and began massaging her shoulders, my
>fingers just inches away from her magnificent globes of flesh. "I
>just figured that, for once, I'd give you something you really
>want."
> "Really?" She still sounded suspicious, but as I felt the
>tension leave her shoulders, I knew I had pulled it off. Looking
>up, she asked me "Well, what is it . . ."
> Giving her my biggest smile, I told her "Anything you want."
> "Huh?"
> "I mean it." Kneeling beside her, I took her hands in mine
>and kissed them softly. She always liked that. "You tell me what
>you want, and it's yours. I put away some extra money, arranged
>for Dave to cover for me at work, and cleared my schedule for the
>weekend. I'm prepared for anything you come up with." I had to
>admit, for a blatant lie, it sounded pretty damn convincing.
> "Are you covering?" she asked me, clearly uncertain. "I
>mean, did you really plan this?"
> "You bet, babe. For once, I wanted you to have a present
>that really means something to you."
> "Hmm . . ." Biting her upper lip, Vicky slowly shook her
>head. "That's a tough one." Then, smiling, she asked "Do you
>really mean anything?"
> "Yup." I had no idea what she was thinking, but it was too
>late to back out now. "You always complain we never do anything
>exciting, so this is your chance."
> "Ooohhh, that gives me so many ideas." Kissing the top of my
>head, she slipped out of the chair and headed for the bedroom.
>Still smiling, she let her black-lace nightie slide to the floor
>and told me "Give me till dinner. You'd better believe I'm not
>gonna waste this."
> As I watched her pretty little behind sashay its way down
>the hall, I wondered what I had gotten myself into. When we'd
>first met, she'd been a pretty wild gal. I'd loved it at the
>time, sure, but now it worried me. She'd proposed some really
>kinky stuff in the past, and I'd tried a few things just to keep
>her happy, but I don't think she'd ever really opened up. Now,
>seeing that familiar smile on her face, I knew she was planning
>something really bizarre.
> "You gotta go through with it, Mark." Tossing the rest of
>the toast in the garbage, I dropped the plate in the sink and
>hoped she'd show some mercy. "After all," I tried to reassure
>myself, "What's one night compared to the lifetime of marriage we
>have ahead of us?"
>
> "Mark!" Yelling at me from somewhere upstairs, Vicky called
>down "Meet me in the bathroom."
> The bathroom? I knew I had said 'anything', but what the
>hell could you do in the bathroom? "Alright, alright, I'm
>coming!"
> As I stepped into the bathroom, I couldn't believe my eyes.
>The woman standing before me couldn't be my wife-to-be. Not that
>I minded the look - not at all - it's just that I'd never seen
>her like that before. "Wow," I told her, whistling softly.
> "Is that all you can say?" I suppose her pouting was
>supposed to make me feel bad, but it looked too damn sexy to
>work.
> "You've had a busy afternoon."
> "Mmm. Do you like?"
> "Oh yes, Mark like very much!" She had taken her straight,
>blonde hair and transformed it into a full, wavy cascade of fire.
>Then, to match her knew hair-color, she had painted her nails a
>bright red, adding inch long extensions to her fingers. And, as
>if that wasn't enough, she had really laid the make-up on thick,
>giving her a slutty, almost whorish appearance that really turned
>me on. It was like the old days all over again.
> "Good. The only thing left to do is shave."
> "And what? Do you want me to watch?"
> "Nope. You're the one who's going to get shaved."
> As soon as I saw her smirk, I knew what she meant. She'd
>hinted at it for a long time, and I guess this was her chance to
>finally get her way. Oh well, if this was the worst she had to
>offer, then I guess I could live with it.
> "Here, sit on the toilet, while I get you all lathered up."
>Five minutes later and a full year of work was down the drain -
>literally. I can't remember what it was that had caused me to
>grow a mustache, but I had liked it. She hadn't. "There, that
>looks so much better."
> "You think so?" Seeing myself in the mirror, I just thought
>I looked strange - naked almost.
> "Sure do." Then, turning me around for a deep, passionate
>kiss, she added "Feels much better to."
> When she finally let me come up for air, I laughed "So, that
>was your birthday wish?"
> For some reason, her answering laugh made the hairs stand up
>on the back of my neck. "Not even close, buster. You promised me
>the weekend, and I plan to use it all."
> That wasn't quite what I had meant, but there was no backing
>out now. Deciding to make the best of it, I smiled and asked her
>"Well then, what's next?"
> "Hmm. Follow me."
> Follow her I did, right into the bedroom. Once there, I
>marvelled at what she had done to the place. She'd draped heavy
>black curtains over all the windows, placed scented candles all
>over the place, and set up the video-camera in the far corner of
>the room. Not only that, but she had put some kind of shiny pink
>covering on the bed. Feeling it, I asked "Is that rubber?"
> "Close enough. It's latex." As she hunted through her
>dresser, she added "They're really fun when wet, and they're easy
>to clean up." Then, her hands hidden behind her, she added "Trust
>me, we're gonna need 'em."
> "Whatever." I tried to look nonchalant as I shrugged, but I
>was getting worried again. What the hell had I gotten myself
>into?
> "Lay down," she told me, "And spread your arms and legs."
> I knew what was coming next. We'd played this game a few
>times before, and I'd actually enjoyed some of it. "As least use
>the padded ones, please?"
> "Nope. This is my show, remember that." A minute-and-a-half
>later, and I was handcuffed to the bed, my hands and feet secured
>to each the four bedposts. As such, I was powerless to resist
>when she slipped the blindfold over my face.
> "Hey, what are you doing?" This was new, and I wasn't sure I
>liked it. Not knowing what she had planned for later was one
>thing, but not knowing what she was doing now was quite another.
> "Shh, it's supposed to heighten your other senses."
> Strangely enough, she was right. Deprived of my sight, the
>first thing I noticed was the scented candles. Next, was the
>sound of my restless body squeaking and squelching against the
>latex sheets. Just as I was about to ask what was next, I found
>out.
> "Oh, that feels good, baby. Mmm, keep sucking, yeah." One
>thing I had always loved about Vicky's wild years was that they
>had taught her to become a champion cock-sucker. Many's the
>morning I've woken up to find her pretty lips wrapped around my
>dick, just waiting for some breakfast cum. And tonight she was in
>rare form.
> She started slowly, just taking the head into her mouth, but
>quickly progressed from there. Alternatively sucking on the down
>strokes and blowing in the up ones, she took a little bit more
>into her mouth each time, eventually ending up with her lips
>pressed up against my balls. "Ohhh, fuck yeah." Groaning, my only
>regret was that I couldn't see the bulge my cock made in her
>throat. That always turned me on.
> "You like that, eh?" she teased, releasing me from her
>mouth. "Would Mark like some more?"
> That was a stupid question. "You know I do, you slut."
> "Mmm, too bad this is my weekend, not yours." For a moment,
>I was afraid that meant the blowjob was over, but she added "Then
>again, I think I would like some more."
> This time, she took a deep breath and forced herself to
>swallow it all on the first try, kissing my balls again. "Oh,
>christ!" If she had even moved, I would have cum right then and
>there. Fortunately, she sensed the same thing and just held me in
>her mouth until the moment passed. Then she did something she had
>never done before. Using a trick she had never shown me before,
>she relaxed her throat even further and continued to take me
>deeper and deeper. It must have been a real stretch for her, but
>a minute later she had my cock down her throat and my balls in
>her mouth!
> "Holy shit!" I could feel every drop of blood in my body
>rushing to my cock and I knew I would cum any minute now. She had
>her lips lock around the base of my sac, was tonguing my balls
>and sucking my cock at the same time! "That's it!" I growled,
>"Here it comes!"
> The first spurt must have gone straight into her stomach,
>but she quickly pulled back and let me fill her mouth with my
>explosion of cum. As I felt spurt after spurt after spurt of the
>creamy white stuff shoot out and fill her mouth to overflowing, I
>thought I was gonna black-out. I had never cum so hard and so
>long in my life! Whatever else she had prepared for me that
>weekend, I suddenly wasn't so worried.
> I was still cumming when she pulled her mouth off my cock,
>but I couldn't blame her. Wishing I could rip the blindfold off
>my face, I could only imagine what she must look like - her
>cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk thanks to the cum inside, with
>little streams of it running down either side of her mouth.
>Smiling at the image, I felt balls finally empty themselves as a
>final spurt of cum shot out to cover my stomach.
> "That was incredible," I panted, still unable to believe how
>hard I'd cum. "If that's the kind of stuff you wanna do for your
>birthday, I think we should have one everyday."
> "Nice try, but women stop having birthdays at twenty-nine,
>didn't you know that?"
> "Oh well, it'll get us through the weekend at least," I
>joked.
> "Mmmm, that was nice." Smacking her lips together, she
>climbed off the bed and walked across the room, presumably back
>to her magic dresser.
> "Hey, where'd ya go?"
> "Don't worry," she whispered in my ear a moment later, "I'm
>not going anywhere. Yet." Not giving me time to ask what she
>meant, Vicky moved down the bed and began rubbing something
>against my cum-covered stomach.
> "Hey!" I yelped, "That's cold!"
> "Hmmm, not for long." She must have stayed down there for a
>good two or three minutes, but I had no idea what she was doing.
>Finally, she stopped and the room went silent. As I waited for
>her to say or do something, I felt my worries coming back. This
>was torture!
> "Ah, honey?" I asked. "What are you do - urk." I gagged on
>the last word as she shoved something in my mouth. I tried to
>spit it out, but she was really pushing. "Mmmph! Hmmmph!"
> Finally, she let go, but I still couldn't push the object
>out of my mouth. Then, as the initial panic faded away, I
>realized what it was.
> "Ohhh, you look so pretty," she teased. Ripping the
>blindfold from my face, she asked "Don't you just love it!"
> The mirror she was holding showed me exactly what she had
>done - not that I needed it. She had fitted her favorite penis-
>gag over my face, but only after coating it with my cum. I wanted
>nothing more than to spit it out, run to the bathroom and wash my
>mouth out, but I couldn't. It was as secure as my handcuffs, and
>she knew it.
> "Now, Mark, I'm gonna go out for a few hours, but I'll be
>back to play some more later." Slipping a tape in the VCR, she
>hit 'play' and smiled. "I think you'll like this one," she told
>me, "I do."
> As I tried desperately to keep my tongue away from the cum-
>covered plastic dick she had shoved in my mouth, I saw an image
>appear on the screen of a woman giving a blowjob. How fitting.
> "I threw five of my favorites on this tape - that's almost
>eight hours - so I don't think you'll get bored." As she finished
>putting on her jewellery, she gasped and said "Ooops! I almost
>forgot." Grabbing the remote from the floor, she cranked the
>volume up to thirty - a setting we usually only used for music
>videos. Then, coming back to the bed, she leaned down and told me
>"These tapes have the greatest audio, you really gotta love it.
>Every scream, every cry, every grunt and every groan. Not only
>that, but the women really love to talk dirty about what they're
>doing."
> Now I was really worried. Looking up at her with my pleading
>eyes, I hoped she'd at least remove the gag. Far from it, she
>squeezed my cheeks and laughed "Smile, honey - you're on candid
>camera!"
> It was only then that I remembered the video camera. Gulping
>in surprise, I couldn't help but taste the flood of saliva and
>cum that ran down my throat, aided by her squeezing my cheeks.
>Grimacing at the taste, I again wondered what she had gotten
>myself into.
> Grabbing a handful of clothes, Vicky gave me a quick kiss on
>the nose and was gone, closing the bedroom door on her way out.
>Alone, I decided to make the best of things and enjoy the video,
>even if I couldn't masturbate to it. That was when the scene
>suddenly changed, showing the guy from the first scene on his
>knees, while the blowjob-girl held his head against her tits. At
>first I couldn't understand why he looked so disgusted, but then
>the camera panned out to show him being face-fucked by another
>guy!
> Still tasting the cum in my mouth, I grimaced in disgust and
>closed my eyes. Unfortunately, I could still hear the woman
>screaming "-it! Oh yeah, you look so pretty with a big, fat cock
>in your mouth. I want you to suck that meat, baby, lap at it with
>your tongue and help our friend fill your sissy-face with cum!
>Mmm, don't fight it baby, just-"
> I tried not to watch. I tried not to listen. It was no use.
>The audio was just as good as Vicky said, and my imagination was
>only too happy to provide the pictures - but with me in the place
>of the cocksucker on screen. Choosing the video over that, I
>tried to ignore the fact that I was getting hard again.
> It was gonna be a long night.
>
> "Hi, baby!"
> "Ummmm. Mmmnnnngghhh. Urrrgghhh."
> "Sorry, darling, but I can't understand a fucking word you
>say." Sitting down on the edge of the bed she smiled and told me
>"You really shouldn't talk with your mouth full."
> "Uuuaaaggghhh!" It was no use. Until she removed the gag,
>there would be no way to make her understand me. What's more,
>every time I tried to say something, my tongue kept coming up
>against the pink-prick she'd shoved in there, reminding me what
>that odd taste was.
> "Mmm. I see you're enjoying the show." As her nail traced a
>line up and down my erect cock, I felt like I would die of
>embarrassment. For the last four hours I had been forced to watch
>guy after guy being orally and anally raped while
>girlfriends/wives/etc. looked on in delight, vocally urging them
>on. I could only hope that the video wasn't a preview of what she
>had planned for me.
> "Would you like to cum? Huh? Would you?"
> "Mmmnnngghhh." Grunting my agreement, I nodded vigorously.
> "Would you like me to help?" Taking my continued nodding as
>a sign of my agreement, she wrapped her hand around my cock and
>began jerking it up and down. I would have preferred her lips, or
>her pussy, but would gladly take what was offered.
> It wasn't long before I was ready to cum, thanks to four
>hours of intense stimulation without release. My cock was harder
>and longer than I had ever seen it before and my balls looked
>like a pair of softballs. The pressure was so incredible, it was
>painful.
> "Come on, Markie, cum for me." Adding a gentle twist to her
>masturbating hand, Vicky began pumping faster and faster. For a
>brief moment I was able to forget the movie playing behind her
>and focussed only on the two of us. As bizarre as the situation
>was, I needed to cum and was determined to enjoy it.
> "Unnnggghhh!" Bucking my hips off the bed - as far as the
>handcuffs would allow - I watched as my cock literally exploded,
>showering the two of us with cum. It looked like a fucking
>firehose as it sprayed us with thick wads of gooey semen,
>spurting so fast you'd almost swear it was a steady stream.
> "Ooohhh, yesss!" Still jerking my cock, Vicky aimed it at
>me, allowing a few spurts to land on my face before dying away to
>splatter against my chest and stomach. To my surprise it wasn't
>an unpleasant feeling, and it made me grateful for the gag. At
>least I wouldn't have to taste any more of it.
> "That was wonderful, dear. We'll have to watch TV together a
>lot more from now on." Standing, she walked over to her dresser
>and began rummaging through the bottom drawer. Suddenly, my
>stomach began to knot as I feared what she was looking for. When
>she returned to the bed, a triumphant smile on her face, I knew
>she had.
> Doing my best to twist and turn away from her attentions, I
>watched helplessly as she scooped the cum from my body and into a
>small pink funnel. She had one finger over the bottom - to keep
>it from leaking - and I could see that it was filling up rather
>quickly. Finally, she'd gathered all she could and she slowly
>crawled up the bed toward me.
> "Ooops! I almost spilled some," she giggled, sliding on the
>sweat-slickened latex sheets. "I told you these were fun!" Then,
>kneeling beside my head, she reached down to scoop the cum from
>my face - or so I thought at the time. Instead, she simply began
>spreading it around.
> Disgusted, I turned my face away and was rewarded with an
>eyeful of her cummy fingers. Surprisingly, it really stung,
>bringing tears to my eyes. "I'm sorry," she cooed, "But you made
>me slip." Waiting for me to look at her, she warned "You have two
>eyes . . ." and left it at that. Swallowing my pride, I remained
>motionless as she finished my sperm-facial.
> "Oh, you look so pretty," she howled, bouncing up and down
>on the bed. Then, running a cum-covered finger over my gag, she
>leaned down and whispered "If you like that, you're gonna love
>this!"
> With that, she pried open the plug on the gag and popped the
>funnel in the hole. Jiggling it back and forth, she smiled at me
>and said "We're gonna fill it up good! Bet ya never thought of
>using it like this, hmm?"
> She was right. We'd filled the dildo portion of the gag with
>things like beer and wine in the past, for her to suck on as we
>fucked. I had never imagined anything like this. Oh well, at
>least I knew she couldn't force me to suck it. Of course, that
>made me wonder what she did have in mind.
> "Ooohh! We filled it right to the top," she laughed,
>withdrawing the funnel to allow a small stream of semen to run
>down my cheek. Then, bracing my head between her knees - so I
>wouldn't turn and spill the cum - she asked "Are you ready for me
>to fill your sissy-mouth with cum? Huh? Just like they do on TV?"
> Unable to shake my head 'no', I had to rely on me eyes to
>show her how much I didn't want to do this. Either she didn't
>notice or she didn't care. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled
>out something that looked like a small rubber ball with a nozzle
>on it. The fact that it was pink assured me that it was meant for
>the gag.
> "This little doo-hicky cost me an extra twenty bucks," she
>complained, "But was worth every penny." Screwing it onto the
>cum-filled hole, she grinned and told me "Open wide, darling -
>here it cums!"
> Every time she squeezed that ball, the rubber penis shot a
>load of my own cum into my mouth. Again and again she squeezed
>and again and again I felt my mouth being filled with cum. I had
>no choice but to swallow or choke to death on the stuff, so I
>began swallowing each spurt, hoping it would keep me from tasting
>it too much. In the end, it made no difference - I'd be tasting
>my own cum well after she removed the gag.
> "Well, now that you've been milked and fed, I'm gonna go
>downstairs and play with my new friends." Removing the pump, she
>sealed the dildo shut and climbed off the bed. Smiling at the
>look of confusion on my face, she began peeling off her clothes,
>exposing the new tattoo on her ass. It was a picture of a man, on
>all fours, wearing only a collar and leash, being mouth-fucked by
>a woman wearing a strap-on dildo and thigh-high stiletto-heeled
>bitch boots.
> "Mmm. Do you like it?" she asked, now fully naked. "It's a
>birthday present from my new friends." Giving her ass an
>exaggerated wiggle as she left the room, she told me "If you're
>lucky, maybe I'll bring some of them upstairs to play with you.
>Would you like that?"
> I started to shake my head 'no', but she slammed the door
>shut as soon as she finished the question. Painfully aware of the
>sounds and picture coming from the TV, the taste of cum in my
>mouth, and the memory of that tatoo, I wondered again what the
>hell had I gotten myself into.
>
> For the next two hours I just laid there, trying to ignore
>the video but becoming increasingly aroused despite the situation
>I found myself in. For the most part, I might have been able to
>withstand the constant audio and visual stimulation, but there
>was one scene in particular that I couldn't forget. It was at the
>beginning of the fourth movie - approximately five hours into the
>tape - and it made the rest of the tape seem like softcore, late-
>night TV porn by comparison.
> It began with a guy laying in a hospital bed, being attended
>to by a huge titted nurse. Wearing an outfit two sizes two small,
>she was deep-throating him while he fondled her tits. I don't
>know if it was the outfit or a sign of her arousal, but her
>nipples looked like they were going to rip through the material
>at any moment.
> Just when it looked like he was on the verge of coming, the
>nurse pulled away and clamped her fingers around the base of his
>cock, keeping them there until the moment passed. Sympathetic to
>his predicament - after all, I couldn't cum either - I watched in
>awe as the nurse removed her top, revealing a pair of whoppers
>that were even bigger than I had dared imagine.
> "Shit! Your bra is fuckin' soaked," the guy growled. "You
>must be one hot bitch to sweat that much!"
> The nurse just laughed - the same kind of laugh Vicky had
>been using with me all night. I was immediately suspicious. A
>moment later I saw just how right I was when she ripped off her
>bra and began squeezing her tits, showering her patient with jets
>of warm milk. Until that moment, I had never taken much interest
>in lactation fetishes, but I quickly became a convert.
> About ten minutes later - by which time the guy's chest and
>face were literally saturated with titmilk - another nurse came
>in, locking the door. Except for her blonde hair, she could have
>been an identical twin to the redhead currently feeding the
>patient.
> "Hey, it's supposed to be my turn to feed him," she
>complained, already whipping off her top and bra.
> "Mmm. Go right ahead," the other nurse sighed, "I don't
>think there's any danger in our patient getting full."
> The guy in the bed just moaned a quiet agreement, too
>involved in suckling at the redhead's tit to say anything more.
>Shrugging, the blonde came over to the bed and began adding her
>own milk to the mess.
> Every once in a while, the two nurses would lift a tit and
>shoot the other with a stream of warm titmilk, nearly driving me
>over the edge. If this kept up for much longer, I honestly
>believed I might be able to come without any physical stimulation
>at all.
> "Well," moaned the newcomer a few minutes later, "He's been
>fed and bathed, but I can't help but think we're forgetting
>something."
> The redhead smiled and responded "Desert."
> Then, before the guy in the video knew what was happening,
>the two nurses pulled him down to the middle of the bed and began
>attaching him to the various traction pulleys and straps hanging
>from the ceiling. He seemed nervous, but was evidently willing to
>go along with whatever they had in mind. I, on the other hand,
>wanted nothing more than to tell him to run. I had no more idea
>what was to come than he did but, knowing what had been on the
>rest of the tape, knew it would be nothing good.
> I was right.
> In a matter of moments, the two big-breasted nurses had the
>guy fully restrained, leaving him at their mercy. While the
>blonde went to get something from the bathroom, the redhead
>quickly used the traction equipment to put the patient in a
>frighteningly uncomfortable position. He was still lying on his
>back, but less than half of him was on contact with the bed. His
>body was bent almost double, with his knees resting on the pillow
>above his head, and his cock just a few inches from his mouth.
> "Is he ready?" asked the blonde, returning from the
>bathroom.
> "Yup. Go to it, you filthy-minded little bitch."
> Smiling, the blonde proceed to give the poor guy an enema
>while the redhead forced him to suck his own cock. Giving the
>traction restraints a little help, she climbed on the bed,
>grabbed his thighs, and forced his cock to penetrate deeper and
>deeper. It was at that point that I turned away in disgust, but
>the two nurses happily provided a play-by-play of each other
>actions, keeping me fully informed. And, when I heard the
>explosive groan and resulting choking sounds, I knew that the guy
>had been forced to cum down his own throat.
> Unfortunately, while I was disgusted by the end of the
>scene, the first twenty-minutes of lactating love had been enough
>to ensure that my erection remained solid.
>
> "Hi, honey!" Startled by the voice, I looked up to find
>eight naked guys carrying my wife through the door, while a ninth
>held it open. "Sorry to leave you out of our fun for so long, but
>we kind of got carried away." If she was aware of the pun, she
>gave no sign.
> Oh fuck, what the hell did she have in mind now? Judging by
>the sweat on their bodies, my wife's dishevelled hair, and the
>guy's limp cocks, I could only hope they were too spent to do
>anything to me. As I was to find out, that was entirely the idea.
> "We've got a really special treat for you," Vicky cooed from
>her perch. She was resting comfortably in the grasp of eight
>muscular men, with one for each foot, knee, butt-cheek, and
>armpit. "You know," she told me, "They say you can't have your
>cake and eat it too but, since it's my birthday, I'm changing the
>rules."
> As she nodded, the ninth guy came over the bed and removed
>my penis-gag. Relieved, I tried to ask her what the fuck she
>thought she was doing, but he clamped a hand over my mouth at the
>first sound. Nodding, the guy moved as close to the wall as he
>could and waited for his friends to bring my wife over.
> "As you've probably guessed," she told me, "These fine young
>men have all had my cake - or pie, I guess - but I've saved the
>eating part just for you." At that, the guy nearest the bed took
>his hand from my mouth and placed some kind of clamp on my nose.
> "Ow! That fucking hurts!" I cursed, feeling the pressure on
>my nose. "What the hell do you think -" Suddenly, I was unable to
>continue the sentence as the eight guys carefully dropped my wife
>on my face, making sure her gaping, raw pussy was directly over
>my mouth. That wouldn't have been so bad - actually, it could
>have been a lot of fun - but even before her lips touched mine, I
>felt a colossal load of hot, gooey semen fall into my mouth.
>Surprise, I swallowed it, only to be rewarded with what seemed an
>inexhaustible supply from her pussy.
> "Ohhh, yesss." Humping my face, Vicky grasped the headboard
>and ground herself against me. As she did, one of the guys - the
>one who held the door and gave me my noseplug - bent over and
>told me what had gone on downstairs.
> "You should have seen it, man. Your slut wife walked right
>into the bar, flashed her tits and asked who wanted more. Then
>she flashed her pussy and invited everyone to come fuck her
>brains out."
> "Yeah," added one of the other guys, bending over to whisper
>in my other ear, "We all fucked her at least twice, and some of
>us three times. And, during it all, she kept her pussy propped up
>on a pile of pillows, telling us to make sure we filled 'er up
>good."
> Disgusted, I was trying my best to hold my breath but was
>quickly reaching my limit. When a third guy came over to replace
>the first, I knew I was a goner.
> "When we was done," he rasped, "Your bitch had us all jerk
>off all over her cunt. Said she wanted it covered inside and
>out." Ramming a fist down on my stomach, he forced me to take
>another breath, and receive another load of semen in the process.
>"That's almost thirty loads of cum, man."
> "Oh, fuck yes!" Vicky screamed her ecstasy to the whole
>neighborhood. "I let a bunch of strangers fuck me silly, Mark,
>and I saved all their ooeey, gooeey, hot and tasty cum for you!"
>Frantically humping my face while the guys took turns punching my
>stomach, forcing me to take all she had to offer, she cried "Oh
>fuck, oh shit, oh yes! That's how I like it, hon. Suck my pussy!
>Eat their cum! Drain me like I drained them!"
> For a minute, I couldn't figure out what the hell she was
>talking about. She made it sound like I was an active participant
>in this bizarre orgy, instead of a reluctant, forcefed cuckold.
> "Oh, man! He's really lapping it up!" cried on of the guys.
> "Shit! He's sucking our cum from her like a baby at a
>mother's tit."
> "Yeah, and look at the fucking hardon he's got!"
> Yet another guy laughed. "Of course he does! When he's done
>cleaning up our generous helpings of semen-surprise, he's gonna
>want desert!"
> What the hell were they talking about? Could they really
>believe I was a willing participant in this debauchery? I wanted
>nothing more than to escape, puke my guts out, take a long
>shower, and get as far away from this madwoman I called my
>fiancee as possible. Instead, I was still guzzling the unending
>streams of cum dripping from her pussy, forced to swallow them if
>I was to breathe. What's more, she hadn't left me much room to
>breathe, and everytime I inhaled, I helped suck out a little more
>cum.
> "Might as well just relax and enjoy yourself," one the guys
>whispered in my ear. "After all, we got all this on video and
>it'll certainly give the impression you're enjoying yourself." He
>was right! Terror slowly replacing my disgust, I listened while
>he idly speculated as to what my boss, co-workers, friends, and
>family might think of my performance.
> "Thank you, honey," Vicky panted from above, "This was the
>greatest birthday present I could have ever hoped for. I can't
>wait to see what you have planned for next weekend."
> Fully aware that she had me trapped, I wondered the same
>thing.
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