Flossie in bondage
Anonymous


We entered the Palais D'Coite. It was a most attractive tavern with
hotel atmosphere. Roland registered, then we were led to a "private dining
room," that is, it was called that by the host. In reality it was a
sumptuous bedroom with a table elaborately set for dinner. I was awe-struck
by the dreamy affect in the appointment of the room.
 
At the end of this chamber, furthest from the door, was an inviting
bed. How I would like to get laid in it, I thought. 9 Apparently this room
was carefully made for fuckers only. The ceiling above the bed was
mirrored! the foot and the head of the bed were similarly fitted.
 
Heavy damask drapes hung along side the bed.
 
They could be drawn and completely hide the bed. I presumed that this
arrangement was made for bashful parties-carrees, or else to help muffle
the lustful shrieks and cries of passion maddened fuckers.
 
Dim red lamps cast a sensuous glowing pallor throughout the room.
With such atmosphere who would not become passionate? I know my cunt was
glwing with the same red pallor of the room.
 
Evidently the dinner was arranged beforehand.
 
It was served as soon as I removed my white wrap and tam.
 
Roland locked and bolted the dors, then he kissed me with the fervor
of youth in its wildest stage. I opened my dress so that he could obtain a
more complete view of my, until-a-few-minutes-ago, virgin charms. He dashed
his lips to my white, plump bubbies and tried to suck them thin. I was
already hot enough to receive his bursting dick, but he spoke:
 
"First well drink a love potion and eat a hearty meal it feels even
better then/' "Why beloved, could anything feel any better than that we
have both indulged in it was so divinely heavenly," I looked at him with a
hazy lustful expression in my eyes.
 
"With such alluring atmosphere and you, the zenith of seductiveness,
I, in this room expect to reach the highest height of joys the crowning
fuck of my life," he spoke, poetically and in utmost sincerity.
 
He gripped me in his arms agai nand carressed me with artistic grace.
It touched me as no other kiss ever did. Then we began our meal.
 
First we drang two delicious cocktails. They reminded me somewhat of
my first dring with Don, my former flame; How different everything here was
copared ti that dingy little speak-easy, and how different a girl I was
then. He tried to put his hand on my knee then. I slapped his face and I
cried. Nowt I dared anything! just to cool an itching pussie.
 
Funny isn't it, how a girl's morals change in so short time?
 
Never before had I looked at a meal that made me seethe between the
legs, but this mal did! What a dinner! I later learned that the dishes were
chosen to produce this result. Not only did they cause ones' passions to 
rise by gazing upon them, but they were of such constituents that they
created abronmal secretions of the love juices and imbued the promotion of
jazzful feelings.
 
I assume that every man and woman who fucks knows that the more love
syrup a man or woman has the hotter they get and the longer they fuck; even
the feeling is greater. This meal was more or less an appetizer for the
coming feast of the flesh.
 
When I had finished about half of my meal, from the affects of the
many flavored wines, I was drunk, not from the alcoholic contents of them,
but from the strange passion exciting elements that they contained. I was
"rarring" to fuck. I would have disrobed in the middle of a public
thoroughfare or park if $ knew that would beget me the big prick that I now
so impatiently yearned for.
 
We both were nibbling on oysters when Roland seized another bottle of
champagne, as though some idea suddenly struck his mind. He reached for the
glasses, his eyes at the same time gloated over my bared titties. He filled
two of them to the brim and spoke:
 
"Here i sto a fascinating girl, with a ravishingly beautiful form and
a betwitching cunt, may she forever be mine and full of spunk, right now
she's hot and full of shot!"
 
We did not drink. I wanted to get a toast out of my mind with even
more lust than Roland's. I was continually getting warmer between my legs,
my cunnie was burning, itching, and genuinely cockhungry. I picked up my
glass, as did he, and through my passion dimmed eyes I dreamily gazed into
his and declaimed:
 
"Here's to my lover,
 
A king of a shover;
 
His supply of cream,
 
Into my cunt it shall stream;
 
Such floods of delight
 
I want every night; ^
 
His cream is like dew,
 
It will always make me spew;
 
May he always reign supreme,
 
Of his prick I will always dream V9 Just fancy a demur girl, with an
innocent, babyface of twenty springing a toast like that. I actually
blushed at my unprecedented boldness. You should have seen Roland's face
when I finished. It had that, baby-I-could-fuck-you-to-death, expression
written all ovev rit. The way he rushed around to my side of the table I
thought he was going to eat me. He milked both of my titties, first with
his hands then with his mouth. We were both the worse from the bubbie
stimulating exercise. Then he released me and panted:
 
"You lovely cock-stimulator, I'll finish my dinner with your cream
puffs!"
 
He again bent and sucked on the stiff red nipples, sending many more
shivers of delight through me. I almost wet my chemise, but Roland stopped 
just as I felt my tube beginning to contract. I really didn't want to come
then because I wanted to save every drop of luscious spend for the dessert
to this meal  our cunt and prick embrace; besides when I come I always
want a big throbbing prick between my legs.
 
I wanted to surprise Roland with the same kind of attack that he
visited upon me. Impulsively I dashed to his side of the table and before
he was fully aware of my purpose I had unbuttoned his trousers and bared
his bursting cock. I tenderly fondled it with my hands, then I found its
eye with the tip of my flaming tongue. Roland squirmed and groaned under
the spell of this attack. After swabbing the head lightly with my tongue I
put the entire crown in my mouth. I drew my lips very firm and held them in
that povlJon for a few minutes. Then slowly I drew my lips, keeping them
tight all the time, until they freed his stormy peter. Roland almost came.
 
"Now Roland, I've repaid you. Now sit down and eat, please! If you
show me that big handsome thing of your's again I'll go off in my panties.
You know dear when I go off I want every bit of you in me."
 
We continued our dinner as my lover gazed at my fat little titties.
Those two springy mounds of flesh with their insidious red nipples standing
outward perkingly, were reminiscent of two little hard-as-iron peters.
 
"Gee-whiz, girlie," Roland said feverishly, "I could feast on your
titties forever! How I would like to fuck you between those two appetizing
mounds of meat! And how wonderful it would be to watch my juice flood your
immaculate neck and trickle over to put cream on your two ripe strawberry
nipples. Baby
 
I'm cunt crazy! You are the cause! I can hardly wait._.. oh I'm going
to fuck you so good!"
 
These words streamed right through me, starting at the nipplejs of my
tits, they sent an electric thrill down to my itching slit between my legs.
 
Just before we finished our dinner Roland opened another bottle of
wine and proposed the following:
 
"If my little queen will d the belly dance upon the table, then she
will be my choice to take across the sea with me here's to Flossie, the
queen of belly dancers!"
 
I wasn't shocked, but I certainly was surprised who wouldn't be? A
trip to Europe just for a belly dance. I never had seen an actual
performance of thisc requested dance, but did I balk? I should say I
didn't!
 
I gave the room a hasty scan to determine whether it was possible for
anyone other than Roland to witnes the exhibition. Even the key-hole had a
covering.
 
I trembled as I mounted the table, not for fear of being caught amid
this lascivious dance, but I was not confident whether I could perform this
fete well enough to merit the promised trip abroad. After all I had only
heard of this dance, yet I formed a mental opinion of its description. That
is all I had to gy by. I wanted to do my best to please my man.
 
I removed all,my clothing, except my slippers and stockings. I had 
always thought that shoes and hose add to the seductiveness of the nude
feminine form.
 
I opened and closed m ylegs at the thigh joints, thus teasingly
revealing my red lipped cuntie. You should have seen Roland! How he
gloated! His eyes burned with a passionate fire and bulged from their
sockets.
 
I glanced in the mirror to see the effect that I must be causing in
Roland. My God! I created a scene that would make any man drunk with lust,
let alone one with Roland's cunt-loving nature. It was brazen, but what in
the Hell did I care. For a trip abroad this was merely a down payment I
would have performed an act ten times as rash if I was asked to do so.
Didn't I want to go stark nude in the public park just for a big, fat,
juicy prick between my legs?
 
Roland blew me a kiss, then he applauded. I then kicked off my
slippers so that I would be more certain of my footing. I posed for a
moment with my legs apart. I knew that my swllen slit composed a tempting
picture. I was certain that through the strands of silky protection my
vaginal mouth beckoned my lover's lust to higher spheres of uncontrollable
prick-in-cunt desires. Its moist and pulpy lips protruded plainly through
those soft, silky, protecting hairs.
 
I do not think it is necessary for me to describe the dance as
everyone has probably, seen it. I have described'how I looked upon the
table. You can imagine how nice my plump bubs looked shaking in. every
direction. And Roland said that it was worth a million dollars to watch my
pussie whirl. He told me that everytime I moved down the mouth opened and
as I went up it closed, '
 
My audience could bear the scene no longer. He pulled out his beating
cock and began to shake it in every direction. It grew very large and
glowed with lust again. I was so fascinated b ythis I almost forgot to
continue with my act. He kept his eyes fixed on me. He muttered and panted
in glowingly eloquent terms, approval and encouragement. This made n\e
hotter and wilder; as a result my movements were becoming more frenzied and
more distorted. I guess if y pussie wasn't grown in me I would have shaken
it from its folds.
 
I raised my hands and placed them behind my head. Then I elevated my
juicy shaft so that my cunt-hungry admirer could look deep into my fiery
slit. I cried to him:
 
"Rollie dear, make your's come, I want to see it shoot!"
 
I went through the motions of fucking as I had watched him going
through the lewd ceremony. If I were really jazzing some one I imagine that
I would have been one hot and furious fuck. All this brought me to apoint
of maddening erotic feeling. I felt that if I saw him come I too would
spend.
 
Roland's hand began to more tightly clutch his peter. Its knob grew
more purple and swollen, to the point of bursting. His hand increased its
speed, then he moaned:
 
"Flossie, are you look-II'm-Ah- I'm coming!
 
Here she comes! See it squirt! Oh, how good it feels!
 
Ah-h-uh!"
 
He went off, it looked like milk pouring from a cow's teats. He shot
all over the table, floor an da few drops found my spew-thirsty slit. His
balls elevated and sank. Each time they went through this movement a
michine-gun-like barrage of sperm came flying out of his one eyed crater,
scattering at tangents; more or less a volcanic eruption in miniature.
 
When the last drops of his creamy dew ran over the part that divides
the two sides of his cock's head, I dashed from the table fb his side. I
placed the turgid spew sopped knob of his bobbing pole in my mouth. My, oh
my! I have never till then tasted anything so delicious as hs sperm-oiled
reeking knob  and remember I had just finished one of the most appetizing
meals that I had ever eaten. This was incomparably more ravishing! I guess
I am a girl who is far more spew-hungry than feed-hungry.
 
How I sucked those last drops of priceless cream!
 
Roland writhed in agonizing ecstasy!
 
In a trembling voice he moaned:
 
"Suck it all out girlie. Oh God! How lovely it is!
 
How ravishing 1"
 
His strength ebbed as I continued with this operation. He fell into a
submissive swoon, still I continued to extract the remnants o? salty,
deliciously warm, precious fluid. I swear by Eros it was good!
 
This action did not tend to subside my fires. When I had finished,
the itch in my cunnie had grown to giant size. My pussie was craving to be
prick-crammed.
 
I poured a cordial for Roland, who now seemed so faint and weak.
Instead of swallowing the drink he merely sipped the brim so that it would
not overflow. Then, as though he had regained all his vim he picked me up,
carried me over and placed me on the bed. he assured me that my quim would
not be neglected, but it must have a drink.
 
Roland quickly undressed. I must confess that his body revealed youth
and true masculinity; well formed and apparently strong muscles, suggesting
a member of a daily calisthenics class. His skin was baby-white and well
covered with hairy patches. It seemed as though nature had awarded my lover
more than his share of male qualities. The one feaII ture of his that
attracted me most of all was his superbly handsome, already hard again,
prick. It was as fat, long, and juicy looking now as it was before his
recent spend. It protruded from his large bewiskered balls like a
drum-major's baton in fact it beat like one too. Of course, I wondered how
long could his remain in that position.
 
After he had removed all of his clothing he took the glass of cordial
in his hand and approached the bed.
 
"Now open your legs, sweet," he commanded.
 
I could think of no other request that I would have welcmed more at
that time. His orders clicked perfectly with my mood. I raised my plump, 
little lilly bottom, thus elevating my pulsating pussie, and propped my
knees high and wide. My cunt section was about six inches in the air. He
gazed longingly and carnally at my stretched spew-thirsty slit, which was
so wantonly exposed to his cunt-seeking view.
 
His eyes glared like two spot-lights! In puzzled anxiety I awaited
his movements. He placed two fingers within the lips and pryed them apart.
His warm touch made my pussie twitter. My tube opened and clossed in
anticipation. Oh mercy, how my orifice flamed! Upon my word, it felt like
it was really burning! It might have been my imagination, but I sensed
steam rushing through my pulsating vaginal tube and bursting part my two
swollen, red, pliant lips.
 
Roland was now observing my smacking lips more closely, he watched
them open and close. A maniac's carnal smile beamed from his lips. What the
Hell are you going to do? I wanted to say. I was lust crazed too. A fast
fuck is what I needed much more than anything else in the world. Give it to
me you God-damned cunt teaser, I'm glad I didn't speak that impulsive
thought even if I would have, I wouldn't have been at fault, most girls
know how insanely lustful they become when they are played with this way
and the prick is meditative about enterning. In this condition all women
want to be transfixed by the biggest, meatiest and most heated prick in the
world or available at the time. Yes, and they have a desire to swim in the
ecstatic pools of nectarious spew.
 
As my coozie opened once more, Roland dashed the entire glass of
cordial into the depths of my delirious cunt. Then he held the lips
together to allow the sapid juice to penetra'te into the inmost depths of
my womb. At first this cunt drink soothed and cooled, but God! as soon as
it reached my uterus  a million bugs, no a billion, were biting and
scratching at the walls of my interior nest!
 
"Christ Almighty, God, Roland, I'm going crazy!"
 
I screamed, as I underwent this experience.
 
Without a doubt this was the wildest frenzy of passion that I have
ever undergone surely, I thought I would either die or be left a life long
prick-o-maniac! I couldn't even faint to escape this delightfu torture.
 
"Roland!" I exasperated, "God-damn!.. Roland! do something!.. Oh for
Christ sake! I'm going nuts  Oh I'm dying! Please!" Then I cried in
delirium,
 
"God have pity on my soul, I know I done"
 
I did not finish my last sentence, because Roland had begun to answer
my pleas. He dropped to his knees and with the skill of a master, glued his
lips to my open cunnie mouth and before any of this passion engrossing
fluid escaped, he began to $uck. He drank every drop from my burning
chambers.
 
He began to ravish my pussie with his lips and tongue how I craved
for a spend! Only God and I know, I cannot explain this to anyone.
 
His lips, tongue and tickling mustache were now beginning to be an
even greater stimuli than the cordial. I crossed my legs around his head 
and drew his jabbing dart further into my nest. If I was to obey the
dictates of my will at that moment I would have drawn his entire head
within my slit and have him wiggle his ears. Ye Gods! How he did suck and
lap me! He paused now and then, increasing my frenzied yearnings to come.
 
His skillful performance of this act had its telling effect ouon me.
I began to screw my plump little ass around. I let my left leg slip from
his neck and fall upon his gigantic bolt. I tickled the bottom of my foot
on the head of his red-hot peter; it was truly hot, because it almost
burned the sole of my foot.
 
Gosh, but it was hard! Just as rigid as a bone. Its undulating
motions rocked my foot up and down. It seemed as though his kissing and
tongue-garnishing my cunnie had caused his lust to continually rise. I
rubbed my limb all over the crown of his cunt-penetrater.
 
I soon felt my climax nearing, so I cried in pants:
 
"Rollie!.. Oh Rollie dear!.. ah!.. uh, so good!.. put your tongue in
further!.. oh, faster!  faster!.. Rollie!.. how nice you suck and
tongue-fuck me so nicely!.. Ah-h-h-ooo-ah-huh-h!"
 
God damn, but it was good! Gee-zoo, but I loved it so! Since he knew
that my climax was approaching he began to tickle my ass-hole with his
finger and work his dagger with more zeal. I again began to hug him with my
legs firmer and firmer as the spend neared. Boy, it was getting good!
 
The flood gates of love at last released my dew!

 
I panted, writhed and murmurred, as I convulsively opened and closed
my thighs about his neck. I strained the muscles of my belly, eac htime my
spasmodically contracting cunnie sent our a delicious doe sof love's sweet
syrup. The feeling of gratification overtook me, but only momentarily only
too soon I wanted his dick in my cunt.
 
After he had completely lapped my discharge, lie sealed his task with
a soul satisfying upward sweep with his tongue. He arose from his kneeling
posture, his dick still lust-swollen. Any other girl would have expired
from fright at the sight of this gigantic cuntseeking prick, but not I.
This scene kindled another blast of libido in my reeling twat. Gosh, I
thought, and this is only the beginning! I had just begun to enjoy the
qualities of a genuine lover. I.gloated over him as I spoke:
 
"Oh Roland dear, what a beauty it is..* I can't understand how such a
big thing gets into so small a place. How are you going to get it into me?"
 
"I'll show you you sweet fuckable baby. You're beginning to make me
wish that I was only twenty again."
 
"Raise your little fat ass that's the nice little girl."
 
He placed a pillow beneath, thus setting my fucking machinery in a
more convenient position. He also placed another one under my head so that
I could view the procedure more easily. Now we were all set for a
comfortable and lingering jazz. Was I holding my breath? I'll say I was,
and I was also holding my cunnie mouth open in readiness to gobble up the
approaching explorer. I could plainly feel my nervous lips quiver in 
anticipation.
 
Roland caught both of my legs and strung them through his arms. He
picked my plump, baby-skin thighs up so that the part was on the same plane
with his bursting cock. I watched the operation from the mirror in the
ceiling. My pussie was growing more and more impatient. When he had found
the level that was most advantageous he refixed the padding that propped my
bottom. Taking his monsterdick in one hand he put it close to my kitten's
mouth; with the other hand he parted my crop of blond, silky, interwoven
hairs. He placed his swollen purpled-knobbed prick within the meshy folds
of my mellow pliant cunt-lips. My blood tingled with delight! For a moment
he playfully fondled his dickhead in my juicy slit. He also rubbed it
zealously to my clitty. I was excited to the point of insanity by the
hypnotic influence of his pulsating giant.
 
After getting it well lubricated in the sapor of my sereing vent he
sank it to the orifice of my pouting vagina. I could not prevent myself
from lunging for
 
this ramming tool with my hand such was my excitement; at last it
found its goal. My cunt-tube yielded submissively to this terriffc thing
such avenous zest! He assisted my hand, in fact, he prevented my hand from
making his instrument drive inward with fierce, cunt-ripping force. With
the skill of a master he slowing, gently and almost painlessly drove his
big Bertha home.
 
As it tunnelled its way in and in God, the pleasure was great!
 
I now realize how much I could have spoiled my pleasure had I been
allowed to do my will, that is, rush his in with brutal force.
 
Only the women who has been fucked by master screwers are able to
understand the soul stirring thrills and sensations of a big oh, such a
nice, sweet dick that is buried slowly and sensually into the depths of a
super-prick-sensative pussie well.
 
Roland trembled as he uttered:
 
"How delightful!.. what a wonderfully tight pussie you have!.. gee
baby!.. Am I hurting you, Flossie?"
 
"Yes, but I love it!.. it feels so good Oh how I love your big fat
thrilling prick it's so damn good!"
 
When he had sunk his full eight inches into me, Roland allowed it to
rest in that position for a few moments. I could feel the pulse in his
prick making it swell and bob. This provided a most absorbing and
delightful blood-tingling thrill. Slowly his big cuntcork began to pull
out. It fitted so snugly in my tube that it felt like it wa sdragging no,
causing to collapse, the structure that holds my internal organs intact.
 
Whenever I think of that feeling I am always blessed with a coating
of hot dew in my slit. You, dear reader, can rest assured as I penned these
words I had at my service many big-pricked men fully capable of satisfying
the many cunt-heating attacks that a have so far experienced and will
continue to, during the course of writing this book.
 
As I have said he was slowly drawing his cock from my slit. When he 
had drawn it almost completely out he shoved it in again with a most
terrific lunge. He repeated this action; each time he accelerated his
speed. Back and forth it glided; at every stroke his magnificent mass' of
glorious stiffness caused me to make short outcries of ohs, and ahs, etc. A
wave of ectasy* which was produced by that hard raspiness under the knob,
began at my coozie and ripped up my belly to my chest. There it would fade
in the heavings of my bosom and the beating of my heart.
 
It was all soheaveny I wished to prolong the agony of delight oh,
so badly.
 
He changed his course again. He drew it almost completely out, let it
rest in that position for a short time, then he would take it and rub it
between my quivering and clawing-on-his-prick, lips. Sometimes he would
press it to my swollen clitty. With renewed lust, he would with terrific
force, dash it in to the depths of my slit-tube.
 
Spend? I spend almost every time he plugged my hole in this manner.
 
The curtains were of little use. They certainly couldn't muffle my
loud shrieks of unprecedented ecstasy.
 
The friction that is so overwhelming to the average woman was more
than that to me. I could neitheir control nor prolong any of my comings.
Every time I sht I became so overcome by the extereme pleasure that I lost
my senses in momentary delirius; that can be partly blamed, if not entirely
on the pasmodic contradictions of my vaginal tube. Gee! my whole belly
seemed to squeeze whenever this happened.
 
I wondered how he could hold back so long.  Imagine, all this time
he retained his load! He withheld his pleasure for a time that seemed like
a half hour it might have been longer. One never knows how much time
passes when one is engaged in a frantically emotional jazz.
 
His face glowed with a handsome pallor as he watched his tool appear
and disappear into the depths of my come-soaked slit. He gloated over the
spicy picture of us in the nearby mirror.
 
It was maddening. After being engaged in such lechery and lust for so
long a time, in spite of this fact, he still withheld that precious fluid.
I was actually hungering for another load of his hot juice to revarnish my
womb with. Would he ever come?
 
He suddenly picked me up while his largeness was still in me and
swung my legs over his shoulders.
 
This spread my knees even farther apart. My fat, rubbery thighs held
his neck snugly between them.
 
How we ever managed to get tangled in that position, even Roland
didn't quite understand. At any rate it gave his prick more freedom to
work. It felt now, like even his balls were caught in my pricktrap.
 
Up, up, up, I puckered my crazed cunt even his balls weren't enough
to satisfy me. I wanted his whole body in my little twat. God, what made me
so prick crazy? I didn't know. I guess it was what is commonly called
"fuck-inebriation". I pushed my legs and stretched them anything to make
the gap between my knees greater ever pushing my cunt up to meet my big 
visitor more intimately.
 
Ithought that I had enjoyed jazzing in the old way but it was nil
compared to this new position.
 
He paused long enough during these thrusts to kiss me with all the
fervor of his cunt-inflamed soul. He also moulded my bubbies with his
hands. /'Flossie, what exquisite titties!" he exclaimed, then kissed me
between my plump mounds, "and how deliciously you can fuck. Flossie, you
are gorgeous.
 
Oh-or. Bite me with your cunt-teeth! Eat it! Girlie, it's so good!
Oh, you hot cunt! I'll I'll fuck you full of love juice.. and he
continued muttering between these entrancing, deep digs and twists.
 
I was speechless and could only gasp with convulsive thrills.
 
"Oh Ah Take that!.. and that!.. Oh boy!.. mmm-mm!"
 
He sprayed his strong jets of creamy fluid into me.
 
God, it ade me tremble so! He slowed down, closed his eyes and sank
upon me. He wallowed in my arms and legs, panting in profound ravishment.
This, a man enjoys so very much especially after he has shot a woman full
of his nectra-like fluid.
 
Roland did not have a better spend than I, nor did he enjoy the feast
as much as I. ow could he?
 
I experienced ten of the most heavenly and satisfying spends that I
have ever had.
 
I lay there cuddling him in my nude arms and body, with his big, fat,
bobbing cock still buried in me.
 
We were thus, both enjoying the aftermath of this delicious fucking.
 
Fo rover an hour we played with each other's fineries. Roland sucked
my firm nipples until I was tempted to ride again with his big, fat jock
stuffed snugly between my plump thighs.
 
To excite my lover to another erection I toyed and fingered his
enormous bag, digging my fingers into the sensitive nerve roots. I
stimulated his imagination with vivid, enticingly lewd word-pictures of the
fucking affairs that lie before us. I also described to him how
irresistably desirable I would always keep uH self in the future. it was
then that I had begun to study him more carefully. I wanted to understand
him perfectly; his every sexual desire as well as the exact extent and
strength of his libidinous nature. I guess I did this for some very good
but Indistinct reason maybe it was because I once heard my aunt say that
the best and only way to hold a man was by his prick, or someting to tha
teffect. At any rate I was determined to discover for myself how and when
he wanted his
 
cunt. With all my mind, will all my soul, with all my heart, and with
all my cunt I was desirous of holding my cherry-smasher wasn't he the one
experienced prick in a million?
 
I sought every artifice by which I could hold his fancy and arouse
his lustful emotions.
 
I concentrated my efforts then on making his indulgense in my arms as
highly seasoned with sensational spiciness as my immature knowledge would
permit. I put his, still sofft, knob in my pussie. Soon life flowed into
it. The once soft head, which was now sheathed deeply into my vent was
again beginning to throb and bob. It wasn't long until it stiffened to its
original bigness.
 
To feel a man's cock expand within you and grow stiff is a most
unusual sensation. Its slow, but steady widening in my vaginal walls made
me burn with a fever to fuck. Lord! but I was aching to jazz some more! I
had become so randy that I bit his face and chewed his tongue.
 
Roland did not mount me as he did previously, instead we remained
lying on our sides in such a position that he could conveniently play with
by babyskinned thighs and fat rund bottom. He watched my pussie as it
swallowed his enormous, fat dick. The screwing which immediately followed,
was an unforgettably voluptuous one. He kissed my lips and sucked my
titties as he pumped his steaming hot jock into my welcoming womb.
 
This was another occasion when I spent many times before he painted
my uterine walls with his hot jets. How wonderful it was to once more feel
the full force of his juice-sprayer. Unrelentlessly it pumped his hot
balsamic load into me. He wallowed in my cunnie after each spasmodic jet of
hot sperm was ejected and delighted:
 
"You delicious cunt! I could fuck you forever
 
God! but it feels! good!"
 
My nippers operated perfectly on his shooting prick. Soon they had
extracted all the juice of this come.
 
My pulsating quim could no longer retain its glorious glue and I too
spend with much fury. Our emissions thus mixed as I had extracted his last
drops with my pussie's pliers.
 
We sank into a delicious oblivion, then we prepared ourselves for our
return trip.
 
During the entire journey home, he coddled me in his arms and
breathed many billing expressions into my ears. He also spoke of the
promised trip abroad, London and Paris. With such beautiful words he
embroidered these places that it appeared to me that we were to, in
reality, embark on a voyage to an earthly Paradise.

 
We reached home about ten-thirty that evening, sealing one of the
most heavenly episodes of my life.
 
Aunt Stella was anxiously awaiting my return. I introduced Roland to
her. I assumed that her eagerness for me to arrive home was not one that
was founded on worry for my safety, but a strong curiosity to know how my
experience turned out and to learn the answers to the usual barrage of
questions, such as: "How did you like it? Did it feel good? How did his
thing look? Was it nice and big? How long did you go? How many times did
you come?" and etc.
 
I perceived Roland gloating over the voluptuous charms of my
would-have-loved-to-jazz-him aunt.
 
At least that is what her eyes bespoke.
 
Men are funny creatures, aren't they? As soon as they exhaust
themselves fucking one woman as early as five minutes later they want to
screw another dress covered, well set, ass and bubbied torso.
 
To themselves they say: "Gosh, but I like to try that I'll bet she'd
make some hot jazz!"
 
Some women are that same way about men. They too want to screw every
handsome man that appears to have a big thing in hljTpnts in spite of
almost being fucked to a heavenly death a few moments before. I, for one,
belong to that group.
 
Roland didn't suspect it, but on my way home every man I saw I
wondered how big his concealed meat-stick might be.
 
"Was it as big as the cop's club," I would ask myself, referring to
the one that clots about the corner of 42nd Str and Broadway.
 
The club idea was beginning to grow from a humorous illusion to an
actual desire. I decided that someday I would make it a point to find one
that big, even if I had to open my legs beneath a burrow and let hi mbury
his gigantic article in me till it reached my throat. The thought of
jazzing a burrow was another one of my ideas of humor. At that time I
thought such a union was impossible but it wasn't long before I learned
how populaar it really was.
 
As I understand it, that is, the only way a forty-yearold whore can
be appeased sexually.
 
Really I couldn't very well blame Roland for shining that
want-to-jazz-you light in his eyes. The way Aunt Stella was clad was
sufficient to warrant this desire. She wore a transparent kimona which
daringly revealed every feature, including her attractive mossy patch only
this prevented Roland from seeing the happy lips of her I4ove-the-pricks
cunnie.
 
If I were tp depart from the scene they would have, no doubt,
indulged in eac hother's charms.
 
Anyhow they both looked as though they could enjoy fucking each
other, then and there. I was alert to this possible situation I was
selfish, I wanted every drop of Roland's sperm, therefore I rushed my
seducer from the house under the pretense that the hour was late and that
we were both in need of a rfreshing sleep. He was not at all pleased
because he entertained his desire for auntie's coozie, but he moved toward
the door hesitantly.
 
I was truly ashamed of myself for not letting him spend in Stell's,
Roland's-dick-wanting, part in her legs but, as I have written, I wanted
every jazz that my lover was able to perform.
 
After kissing Roland good night in Stell's presence  incidentally
this embrace even made my aunt hot I began to relate to her my adventures
in the realms of unchasteness and were they unchaste!
 
By the time I had reached the end of my tale we were both so
cunt-steaming that we were compelled to finger-screw each other twice 
before we were able to doze into a, dreaming-of-prick-all-night, sleep.
