BH-7232  Anal Slave
(Mark S. Wolin) 


CHAPTER ONE 

Jesus, Christ, I thought as I left my office and headed towards the subway. 
Tomorrow is the first day of my vacation. Five glorious weeks. It was a 
beautiful evening. Even the subway couldn't take away any of my excitement 
with its crowds of hot, sweating, tired people all going home after their 
day's work. 

A half hour later, I was in my bedroom, stripped naked. I looked at my body 
in the mirror. For twenty-six years of age I was looking pretty damn good. 
My boobs were still nice and firm, capped with cherry red nipples, my waist 
was still nice and slender and I was an expert in the art of fucking and 
giving all the pleasure I could with my nice, tight cunt. 

The thought of fucking, of having a nice, hard cock buried, no, slamming 
inside my cunt hole was enough to make the juices start oozing. Closing my 
eyes, I pressed my hand to my pussy and guided a finger to my wet gash. I 
moaned softly, to myself, as I grazed over the erect nub of my throbbing 
clitoris. After a moment I walked into the bathroom. I was hot and sweaty 
from the trip home from work and a cool shower was what I needed most. 

Bending over, I turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. Stepping 
into the stall I closed the curtain and then stood under the cascading 
water. 

The cold water splashing down on me sent shivers racing up and down my 
spine. My nipples were hard and puckered, throbbing with desire. Standing 
under the water, I caressed one soft mound in my hand, gently squeezing the 
turgid tip. At the same time, I reached down and gently stroked my wet 
pussy. 

When I finally felt sufficiently cooled off I turned off the water and 
stepped out of the stall. Wrapping a towel around myself, I left the 
bathroom and walked back into the bedroom. Lying down on the bed, I spread 
my legs wide and unwrapped the towel. I looked down the length of my body, 
watching my tits rise and fall with each breath. Below that lay my dark tuft 
of pussy hair. 

Absentmindedly, I began to stroke my inner thighs, enjoying the pleasurable 
sensations that ran through me. Slowly my fingers moved closer and closer to 
my open cunt. I sighed softly as I touched my cunt lips. I opened my legs 
further and pressed one finger to the hot, inner meat. At the same time, 
another finger slid down my ass crack and pressed against my blossoming ass 
hole. 

As I touched my finger to my ass hole the juice began to pour from my cunt. 
Letting the juice run from my pussy down the crack of my ass, I then smeared 
the slippery fluid all around the entrance to my rectum, all the while 
moaning softly to myself. 

Slowly, I began to slide my index finger into the warm depths of my rear, 
thrilling to the feeling of having to shit. Deeper ... deeper until finally 
I was all the way in. I could go no farther. Now it was time for my cunt. 
With another finger, I pressed against my swollen, wet cunt hole and slowly 
slid it all the way in. While, with my free hand, I squeezed and molded the 
soft, quivering mounds of my tits, I began to slowly slide my fingers in and 
out of my hole, faster and faster, until finally, I exploded in a luxurious 
orgasm, drowning my hand with a warm load of come. 

After licking my hand clean of the tasty juice, I closed my eyes and took a 
nap. When I awoke two hours later, my cunt and ass were burning with desire 
for a nice hard cock. I knew my finger wouldn't be able to satisfy me this 
time. 

Getting up from the bed I quickly applied some make-up and then dressed. 
Wearing a thigh-high mini skirt with a blouse cut low enough to expose an 
ample portion of my bouncing titties I left the apartment and headed for the 
nearest bar. In my condition, all I wanted was a cock and it didn't really 
matter whom it belonged to. 

Sitting at the bar, in the semi-darkness of the cocktail lounge, I looked 
around, my eyes staring appraisingly at the men around me. Taking a 
cigarette from the pack in my purse, I placed it between my lips. Before I 
had a chance to light it myself, a lit match was being held in front of me. 

"I hope you don't mind," a voice said. 

Without looking back at him, I accepted the light. As a large plume of smoke 
rose from my lips he sat down on the stool next to me. 

"May I?" he asked. 

"Of course," I said, looking at him. He was very clearly handsome. Tall, 
trim, maybe in his mid-thirties. His smile was warm and friendly. 

"My name's Bill," he said, "what's yours?" 

"Kim." 

"That's a very nice name, Kim." 

"Thank you. Tell me, do you always go around lighting cigarettes for strange 
women, or am I special?" 

"In a way, this is rather special. I'll tell you about it later if you 
like." 

His manner was totally disarming and I felt myself being drawn closer and 
closer to him. His teeth sparkled in the dark as he talked and smiled. 

"Would you like a drink?" he asked. 

"Yes, yes I would." 

"Bartender," he said, "two martinis, very dry." 

Our glasses clinked as we made a quiet toast. We talked quietly. He told me 
that he was an account executive with one of the advertising firms on 
Madison Avenue, I explained that I was a secretary starting my vacation 
tonight. After a few more minutes of conversation I felt his fingers 
applying a gentle pressure on my knee. I smiled at him and he moved his hand 
a little farther up my leg until he was under my skirt, lightly rubbing my 
nylon-covered thigh. I opened my legs slightly and he readily accepted the 
invitation, his fingers moving up to the crotch of my panties and pressing 
against the wetness of my moist cunt. 

Suddenly, he said, "Say, it's starting to get a little late. What do you say 
we go to my place for a nightcap?" 

I was horny and the time was right. "Alright," I said. "Let's go to your 
place. I could use something stronger than a drink right now." 

Bill paid the tab and we left the bar. Jumping into a cab, he gave the 
driver the address of his apartment on the east side. As we sat in the back 
seat of the cab, Bill put his arm around me. I could feel the tips of his 
fingers resting on the soft swell of my boob. With each passing moment, my 
cunt became wetter. I could hardly wait to get to his apartment and get 
naked, feeling his body next to, no, on top of mine. I wanted to feel his 
hard cock pressing against my cunt and then diving in. 

Finally, we arrived at his apartment. He paid the driver and we got out of 
the cab. Two minutes later we were inside the warm confines of his 
apartment. I looked around and admired the comfortable furnishings. 

"You have a nice place," I told him. 

"Thanks," he said, "What can I get for you?" 

"Bourbon would be nice." 

"On the rocks?" 

I nodded yes. 

"Coming up," he said, and then walked over to a small bar that he had in the 
living room. 

When he came back with my drink I took it and swallowed half of it down, 
feeling it warm my stomach. 

As I finished my drink, I watched him take off his jacket, hanging it in the 
closet. Afterward, he took off his tie and shirt. I looked at the muscles 
rippling in his chest and then down to his crotch. I could see the bulge his 
cock made and I knew that I had made a good choice as to whom I should go 
home with. Kicking off his shoes he told me to make myself more comfortable. 

I smiled at him and removed my own shoes, placing them at the end of the 
couch. At the same time, I also decided to take off my blouse. His eyes 
opened wide in appreciation as he started at the soft, quivering mounds of 
my tits. In my excited state, my nipples were already puckered, standing out 
in hard tips, almost brown in color. 

"Mmmmmmm," Bill said, "very nice. Very nice, indeed." 

The room was dimly lit. I smiled and held up both creamy mounds with my 
hands. 

"And they're all yours," I said, "At least for tonight." 

Bill moved over to me and pressed his body to mine. Our mouths met in a 
hungry kiss, our tongues, wet with saliva, diving, sliding around inside 
each other's mouth. Bringing one hand up, he cupped one soft mound, his palm 
pressing against my turgid nipple. At the same time, I pressed one of my 
hands against his crotch, feeling 10 his cock already hard and ready to 
fuck. 

Breaking away from my lips, Bill brought his mouth down to one tit. I sighed 
softly as I felt the warm, wet tip of his tongue lick all around the turgid 
lump of flesh. His teeth nibbled gently and then he sucked it all inside. My 
fingers trembling, I pulled down his zipper and dipped my hand inside. I 
pulled his cock out, running my fingers along the hot, hard, throbbing 
length. I could feel the veins standing out as the blood rushed through him. 

With a gentle pressure he forced me back onto the couch. My legs opened wide 
and he slid his free hand up the length of my thigh to my soaking wet 
crotch. 

Raising my ass up in the air, I let him pull my pantyhose down my legs. A 
moment later I was naked, save for my skirt. That came next and then I was 
nude beside him. I moaned, hot with passion as his fingers stroked inside 
the drenched gash of my pussy. When one finger stroked across my ass hole it 
was like I came. Hot cream started pouring from my cunt and Bill knew then 
what it was that I really dug. Wetting his fingers with cunt juice, he then 
went back to my ass hole. I opened my legs as wide as I could while he slid 
one finger deep into my rectum. 

"Oh, Bill, yes, yes, Ooooh, harder, deeper. All the way up my ass. Oh, God, 
I love it there. Oh, I love it." 

As he finger-fucked my ass hole, he continued to suck on my boobs, first 
one, them the other. 

"Oh, baby," he said, his voice husky with passion, "your ass is so tight ... 
so fucking tight, 11 Jesus. How I love your tight ass." 

"Oh, Bill, I love it. Stick your whole goaddamn hand up there. Fuck the shit 
out of it. Oh, shit, baby, shit." 

I was still holding his cock, but now that wasn't enough. Wriggling around, 
I finally managed to get us into the sixty-nine position-with me on top. I 
bent my mouth down to his cock and stuck my tongue out. I could hear him 
gasp with pleasure as I gently licked around his balls, lightly tugging at 
the hairs on the sack. Opening my mouth wide, I sucked one nut inside and 
gently nibbled it with my teeth. When I had it soaked with spit I moved to 
the other nut and gave it the same treatment. Now it was time for his cock. 
His beautiful, hard fucking cock! 

Holding the hard, fat base of his prick in my hand, I lightly ran the wet 
tip of my tongue all around the swollen, purple head, feeling it throb with 
us with every move my tongue made. At the same time, I felt him sinking two, 
then three fingers up my ass hole while his own tongue licked at the hot, 
wet flesh of my pussy. With his free hand, he continued to fondle and 
squeeze my soft, creamy, quivering mounds, pulling on the taut, rigid 
nipples until I was a molten mass of lewd desire. 

My tongue was now racing up and down the rock-hard shaft of his prick, 
tasting the musky, male flavor. 

"Suck it, bitch, suck it," he said, through a mouthful of wet cunt. 

Opening my mouth as wide as I could, I sucked the purple head of his cock 
inside, rolling my tongue around it. Deeper and deeper I took it until, 
finally, I felt the head pressing against the back of my throat. My mouth 
worked like a vacuum, trying to suck the come from his nuts. I squeezed his 
balls and played with his ass, running my fingers up and down the crack and 
then sliding one finger up the male hole. 

Saliva poured from my mouth like juice from my cunt as I ate the length of 
his cock. His nuts tightened in their sack and I knew that he was about to 
come. His fingers racing in and out of my ass hole and his tongue inside my 
pussy was pushing me onto the edge of my own climax. As the orgasm built up 
inside my own body, I began sucking his prick even harder, wanting to taste 
his hot load of sperm at the same instant my own body would erupt, flooding 
his sucking mouth with my load of cream. 

Faster and faster, our mouths worked on each other's organs. I cried out 
with pleasure as he nibbled my erect, throbbing clit with his teeth. I could 
hear him groaning and I knew that his come was not too far off. His cock 
throbbed harder inside the warm, wet confines of my mouth. I scraped my 
teeth along the hard shaft. His nuts tightened. He groaned louder, digging 
his teeth into my clit and slamming the length of his tongue up my cunt 
hole. 

Harder. Harder. Faster. Faster. Suck, suck, suck. NOW, NOW, NOW. His cock 
pulsated inside my mouth and then the first gush of his come slammed against 
the back of my throat. At the same time, my cunt erupted in a fiery orgasm, 
spewing my hot, creamy come into his sucking 13 mouth. I worked his cock 
harder, draining him of his load, swallowing the slimy mess, savoring the 
musky, slightly burning flavor until his balls were hanging loose in their 
sac, empty. 

Our first climax over, I rolled off of him and Bill got up to fix another 
round of drinks before having another round of fucking. 

Together, we sat quietly on the couch, gathering our breath as we drank. 
With his arm around me, he stroked my boobs while I gently petted his limp 
cock. Almost immediately, I felt it swelling with renewed hardness. After a 
few more minutes it was hard enough for another fuck. After finishing our 
drinks we walked into the bedroom where we were sure to be more comfortable. 

On the bed, our mouths met in another hot, wet kiss. With our hands we 
fondled one another's body. His hands stroked my cunt and my ass into a 
white-hot state of lust. His mouth fastened to one of my nipples and sucked 
it to rock-hard state. I moaned, my voice husky with desire. 

"Oh, Bill, fuck me, fuck me now. Please, slam your cock up me. Please." 

"Tell me where you want it, cunt. Tell me!" 

"My ass. Fuck my ass hole. Oh, God, it's so itchy. Fuck me there, please." 

Rolling me over onto my hands and knees, Bill got behind me and wetted his 
cock with the juice pouring from my cunt. When I felt the head pressing 
against the entrance to my rectum I groaned with unadulterated lust, rolling 
my ass against him, trying to sink the head into my rectum. 

"Oh, please," I moaned, "please, stop teasing me. Stick it up there. I can't 
stand it. Fuck me, damn you, fuck my ass hole." 

"Alright, baby, I'll fuck the shit out of that ass of yours." 

"Yes, yes. Fuck the shit out of it. Oh, God, make it dirty. Treat me dirty. 
Ooooh, I love it. Now, Bill, fuck it now." 

In one hard lunge, Bill rammed the entire length of that cock up my ass. I 
could feel the muscle at the entrance giving way and then the buttery-smooth 
walls of my rectum clasping his cock, not wanting to let it go. 

Eagerly, I began slamming my ass back and forth, in time to his own 
movements, trying to sink the hard tool in even deeper. 

Spit rolled from the corners of my mouth as I tossed my head back and forth 
on the pillow, excitement and desire rising in my body like a tidal wave. 
All I could feel, think about, be aware of was the cock slamming in and out 
of my stretched, wanting ass hole. 

I could imagine my shit being whipped into a frothy, brown cream by his 
rampaging cock and the idea excited me, making me even hotter, even closer 
to my climax. 

I could hear Bill grunting behind me, while at the same time I continued to 
mouth obscenities, spurning him on to even greater efforts, making his cock 
even harder inside the warmth of my rectum. 

"Oh, oh, Bill, fuck me, fuck me. I can't stand it. Harder, please, slam it 
harder. Oh, God, Jesus, make me come. Oh, shit, make me come. Please, now, 
Bill, fuck it now. Oh, Christ, I'm going to come. I'm coming, Bill, now, 
fuck my ass, fuck it, fuck it. Oh, oh, NOW, AAAIIIYYYEEE!!!" 

With an ear-splitting scream, I exploded both in my cunt and in my ass. 
Convulsions of ecstasy raced through me sending oceans of my come pouring 
from my cunt. At the same time, I heard Bill give one final grunt and then 
his cock expanded inside me, sending scalding gushes of his thick, white 
come spewing into my stuffed ass hole. When he had shot his entire load, he 
pulled his cock out of me and rolled over onto his back, fully spent for the 
moment. 

My eyes, glazed with satisfaction, looked down at his limp cock, covered 
with a slimy coating of come and shit. Bending close to it I sniffed and 
felt excitement rushing through my body, exploding inside my brain. 

Like someone possessed, I opened my mouth and sucked in his scum covered 
prick, letting it wallow in the wet, warmth of my mouth, tasting the dirty 
flavor, letting it fill my mouth. Looking up, I saw Bill close his eyes, 
enjoying the pleasure I was giving to him. 

After cleaning his cock with my mouth. I released it and lay beside him, my 
head on his shoulder, resting until we both felt like another round. 

An hour later we were both ready to go. This time I wanted it in my cunt and 
I was sure he would enjoy it too. An ass hole is nice, but I've learned that 
a guy also digs a cunt, all nice and wet with juice. 

We started kissing, laving our tongues in each other's mouths. At the same 
time, he squeezed my boobs while I played with his cock. I closed my eyes as 
he began moving down the length of my 16 body, licking me with his tongue. 
My tits quivered with excitement as he swirled his tongue all over the 
creamy mounds. The nipples were hard and I could feel them throb as his 
tongue moved closer and closer to the puckered brown flesh. 

"Oh, yes, Bill. Suck them, suck my titties. Oh, yes, that feels so good. 
Bite them, Bill, bite into the nipples. Ooooh, harder, Bill, harder, make 
them hurt. Oh, hurt my titties. Oh, yes, I love it like that, I love it." 

The more I moaned, the harder he bit his teeth into the sensitive flesh. I 
opened my legs wide, feeling the warmth of my juices running from my cunt 
down the crack of my ass and then onto the bed in a slimy, wet puddle. 

After my boobs were soaked with his spit, he began licking his way down my 
stomach. I writhed with pleasure as I felt his tongue licking through my 
tangle of pubic hairs, moving down towards my soaked, dripping gash. His 
fingers trailed lightly in my cunt crack, making the juice ooze out even 
faster. The sensations mounted inside me until I could hardly stand it. My 
ass bounced up and down in the air as I tried in vain to get him to slam his 
entire hand up my drenched pussy hole. 

His tongue moved down to my outer cunt lips and just as I thought he was 
about to start licking around inside my cunt, he dropped down to my thighs, 
below it. I moaned with disappointment as he began licking around my thighs, 
moving lower and farther away from the seat of my desire ... my cunt. 

Within a minute or two he was at my feet and I was forever greatful that he 
had skipped over my pussy. I thought I would die from the pleasure as he 
licked over my feet, wetting them with his saliva. I moaned with pleasure as 
he flicked his tongue between my toes, and then, as a finale, he sucked one 
into his mouth, and then another, and then another, until finally, he had 
almost half my foot inside his mouth and he was sucking it like I would suck 
a cock ... his cock. 

I closed my eyes and let the sensations of having my feet sucked pervade my 
body. After one foot, he did the same with the other and then he started 
licking back up my legs, moving slowly towards my dripping, slimy cunt. 

When he sucked my feet it had felt great, but now he was near my cunt and 
that was all I wanted to feel. I cried out with pleasure as his tongue tip 
licked around my hairy outer lips and then, suddenly, he was inside my cunt. 
I moaned hoarsely as his tongue slithered around the hot, wet flesh, lapping 
and drinking the juices that flowed copiously from the swollen, horny hole. 

I was gasping and moaning and crying and groaning, all at the same time as 
his mouth tore my cunt apart. His teeth, his tongue, his lips, they all 
worked to arouse me to a fever pitch and then keep me from coming. It was 
maddening. 

Finally, when I could take no more, he mounted me, pressing the head of his 
cock against my open, waiting hole. I sighed with anticipation and pleasure, 
throwing my ass up and down, trying to embed the head of his cock inside me. 
Finally, he lunged forward and buried the entire length of his tool inside 
me. I cried out as I felt the walls of my cunt expanding to take in his 
cock. 

Slowly, he began pumping back and forth, driving his cock in and out of my 
hungry, wet, wanting hole. His mouth came down on mine and, while he fucked 
my cunt with his cock, he fucked my mouth with his tongue. 

Faster and faster, our bodies moved in unison, each keeping up with the 
other, both of us straining to reach our last climax of the evening. I could 
feel the juices continue to pour from my hole as the passion rose inside me. 

"Oh, give it to me," I cried out, my voice hoarse with lust, "give me your 
cock. Fuck me, you bastard, oh, shit, fuck me good. Fuck my cunt good." 

Again, his mouth pressed down on mine and our tongues met. After sucking the 
spit from my mouth, Bill would refill it with a mixture of mine and his and 
then suck it back out again. 

I pulled at his hair, passion ripping through my body as his cock and tongue 
continued to arouse me even more. 

"Oh, baby," he groaned, "give me that hole. Jesus, what a cunt. Oh, shit, 
I'm gonna fuck you all fucking night, bitch. I'm gonna fuck that cunt right 
off you." 

"Oh, baby, yes, yes. Fuck it. Take my cunt. Fuck it till it's raw and then 
suck it. My cunt is all yours. Just never stop fucking it. Fuck it forever. 
God, I love your cock. It's so big ... so fucking big. Jesus, give me all of 
it, slam that fucker all the way to my stomach. Slam it, slam it ... " 

And he did. He pounded, slammed, rammed his cock into me until every thrust 
was knocking the breath from my lungs and with every thrust, his balls would 
slam against my juice soaked ass 19 hole, adding to my excitement. 

"Oh, Bill it's so good, so good. Just keep fucking me. Fuck the hell out of 
my pussy. Just fuck the piss out of it. Oh, I love it, I can't stand it. 
Fuck me, fuck it, harder, harder, harder!" 

Raising himself up on his arms, Bill really began slamming it into me. I 
swear I felt it touch bottom, but I still wanted more. The harder he slammed 
forward, the harder I slammed my cunt up to meet him. Pretty soon, our 
bodies were soaked with sweat, the smell of sex and sweat filling the room, 
inflaming us. 

By rolling my hips I managed to change the angle of penetration and I felt 
the shaft of his cock rubbing against my swollen clit with every stroke. 

The way it turned out, Bill was doing the driving and I took care of the 
steering, twisting first to one side and then to the other, raising and then 
lowering my cunt so that the steel hard shaft of his cock could slam into my 
pussy and rub against the turgid edge of my clit. 

Looking down, I could see the shaft of his cock sliding in and out of my 
juice filled cunt. His balls were pulling up tight in his crotch so that I 
was getting all of the hard, solid meat I could want. 

"Oh, Bill, give it to me. Give me your cock. Slam it into my pussy. Fuck my 
cunt forever. Oh, shit, don't ever stop fucking me. God, how I love your 
prick." 

"Oh, baby, I'd love to fuck you forever, but I won't be able to hang on that 
much longer. My nuts feel like they're ready to burst as it is." 

"Oh, no please. Make it last. Just keep fucking for a little while longer. 
Please, I've got to have your cock nice and hard inside me. Please, don't 
come yet. Keep fucking. Just a little longer, please, fuck me, fuck me." 

I continued to moan obscenities, all the while slamming my cunt up to meet 
his throbbing cock, trying to make myself come before he shot his load 
inside me. 

"Ugh, baby, I've gotta come. I can't hold it back any more. I've got to, oh, 
oh, baby, uuugghhh ... " 

As he grunted, I could feel the hardness of his cock swell inside me and 
then I was being drowned in a sea of his molten come. 

"Oh, shit, you're coming," I cried, "keep fucking me. I'm almost there. Keep 
fucking me. Oh, shit, harder, fuck me harder. Oh, crap, I'm almost there. 
Now, Bill, now." 

But before I could come his cock went soft inside me. His lunges grew weaker 
and shorter. I tried to tighten my cunt to hold him inside, but it didn't do 
any good. My cunt was so wet with juice, nothing could have held him inside. 

The moment his cock slipped out of my hole, he was down on his knees in 
front of me, pressing his mouth to my slimy gash. His tongue found my hole 
and began fucking while his fingers toyed with my sensitive clitoris. I 
could feel the suction of his mouth draining my cunt of the juices that were 
inside. Bracing my hips against the sides of his head, I steadied myself, 
trying to open even wider for him. 

As his tongue slithered in and out of my dripping pussy I twitched and 
squirmed under his ministrations. Another climax was rising inside my hole 
and I knew that it wouldn't be long in coming. Straining to reach it, I 
ground my cunt against his face, smearing him with my slimy cunt juice. Hot 
groans of lust rose from my throat as the sensations grew stronger and 
stronger. And then I exploded, filling his mouth with a load of my warm, 
slimy cream. 

He sucked hungrily, trying to drain my hole of come until he finally 
succeeded. And then it was over. 

"Wow," I said when he finally pulled his mouth away from my cunt. "Between 
your prick and your mouth you can really get a girl going." And then I 
kissed him, sliding my tongue into his mouth, tasting the flavor of my cunt 
still clinging to his tongue. It had been our third come and we were both 
too tired to start again so we cut the kiss short with the promise of more 
to come in the morning. 

After kissing each other good-night one more time, we both closed our eyes 
and fell into a deep, comfortable sleep. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The sun was immediately above us when we awoke. It was almost noon. The room 
was flooded with the bright rays from the sun. Bill stumbled to the windows 
and pulled the drape, plunging the room into a soft light. 

"I'd certainly like some more of that," I said, pointing at his stiffened 
cock bouncing in front of him. 

"Baby, my prick isn't in working order when I wake up," Bill said bluntly. 

"But it's still hard," I almost pouted. "Doesn't that count for something?" 

"That's only because I've got to piss," he responded, taking hold of his 
prick, gingerly. 

"But is it really out of commission?" I persisted. "Well?" I insisted after 
a long pause. 

"Yes, but, it'll be ready in a few minutes," he said. 

"Why's that? "I asked. 

"Because when I have & full bladder, my cock's very sensitive. It needs a 
little rest." 

"How long must it rest?" I asked eagerly. 

"Just a few minutes," he answered, sitting next to me. Without hesitation he 
embraced me and covered my mouth with his and started making love to me. One 
arm was around my back, pressing my tits up against him. The other hand was 
stroking my ass hole and my pussy very gently ... teasingly. 

Suddenly I wanted him to piss on me and I wanted to eat him and drink his 
piss. For some odd reason he had the same idea in mind. 

His warm piss came. He was pissing on my pussy and my ass. His cock slowly 
aimed the piss at my face, I willfully opened my mouth and drank the sweet 
piss. It was running all over my face. I loved it. 

My body moved slowly toward his prick. I was entranced with the enormous 
amount of pubic hair that covered the area around it. I licked and sucked 
his ass and prick clean. My hungry mouth sucked every bit of his cock and 
his balls, all that remained was saliva on the outside. 

Bill then continued his playing, and soon began to tease the lips of my cunt 
and ass with his middle and index fingers, slipping them quickly in and then 
rubbing the lips, teasing them more and more until he could slip two fingers 
in my ass hole without the least resistance. My ass hung loose for him. 

"Hey, baby, what say we get into the shower?" he asked, getting to his feet. 

"Suits me," I said, hungrily. 

We headed for the bathroom where Bill closed the doors and turned on the 
water. His cock had remained stiff and was standing out from him at proud 
attention. 

I took the initiative and walked up to him and embedded his shaft into my 
ass hole, pulling the cheeks of his ass towards me backwards. 

"You're a hot little number. Know that?" he chuckled, taking hold of one tit 
while continuing to adjust the water. 

"Okay, in your go," he said, pulling his prick out of me and sliding open 
the door to the large stall. 

"You're coming, too, aren't you?" I chuckled questioningly. 

"You bet your sweet ass," he laughed. 

Once we were in and the door was closed, we again locked into our 
face-to-face embrace, I with my cunt full of cock. Bill stood there and let 
me do the work, an opportunity which I gladly accepted. 

My ass hole was hot, and it was hungry, and cock could both feed and fill 
it, I knew. I quickly turned myself around and slipped his cock into my ass 
hole. It seemed to fill my need. If he wouldn't do the work, then I would. 

I braced my hands against the wall and began to grind my hips up to him and 
I simultaneously bent my knees slightly to find the best position. 

Bill had been massaging and playing with my steaming wet tits, sucking first 
one and then the other, all of which served to heighten my excitement and 
force me onto his cock more eagerly. 

Suddenly his hips came to life and he started to fuck his prick into me. His 
stiff prick searched every nook and cranny and moved into me so that I was 
soon moaning and groaning with ecstasy. 

"Oh, fuck me ... fuck my ass good!" I found myself muttering. 

I was so hot, now, it was difficult to stand upright. 1 wanted just to 
collapse in a heap there on the floor, with my legs spread wide, and be 
fucked to my death. And I told Bill so. 

"This ass hole of yours can really take it, baby. Oh, what a hole. It's 
better than a cunt. I'd like to see that hole of yours get fucked by a gang, 
and after the last one, I'd like to lap and suck it clean for you." 

"Would you really do that?" I asked, passionately, only half hearing him. 

"Yeah, baby, anything to suck that ass hole. And I bet you could take it, 
too. What's the most you've ever had in one night?" 

"Seven," I responded, my will to ignore or resist completely gone. 

"Seven stud cocks, huh? And that means seven stud loads, too, huh? Boy, your 
cunt must have been overflowing. Was it good? Did you like it?" 

"Oh yes ... 1 loved it. It was so hot I couldn't resist. I'd love to do it 
again, right now. Anything to get fucked ... fucked!" 

For my part, I was gone, I could feel no pain, only fantastic pleasurable 
sensations running through my entire body. Even though, Bill was pulling and 
pinching my tits, I immediately translated the pain into pleasure. And the 
more pleasure I found, the harder I fucked. 

Our bodies, dripping from the hot spray of the shower, slipped and slid 
across and against each other. Each time we came together in a passionate 
lunge, there would be a loud slapping around. But neither of us seemed to 
hear it. 

Bill had become aroused again and was fucking in all seriousness. 

I, who had not really been satisfied the night before, was clinging to his 
cock and riding it as though my life depended upon it. 

"Oh, Bill, it's wonderful. Give it to me, lover. Fuck my ass; screw my hole; 
plow it. Do anything, but make it feel good up there," I moaned as I 
increased the tempo of my strokes to meet his. 

"You're gonna get it!" he shouted over the sounds of the shower in the 
little stall. "It's gonna fly any second now ..." 

"Please ... please don't!" I shouted back to him, clinging to him and trying 
to calm him, but actually contributing to his excitement. 

"I can't baby, you're too much for me. Here it is ... take it ... take it 
... " 

"Oh, shit," I screamed, clawing his legs. "I'm coming too. Aaaghhh ... 
Ooohhh ... " 

As I said this, my own juices started to flow, and there were a few moments 
when my head was spinning so badly that I really had no understanding of 
where I was. The only thing I was conscious of was my writhing both under 
this hot shower and up against a hairy, horny man. "Oh, I don't want to quit 
... I want more ... lots more ... " My voice trailed off as I continued to 
lunge up against the unretreating pole of meat before me. 

"Tell you what," he said. "Let's cool down and perhaps a little later ! can 
get you what you want. Okay?" 

"Do you mean it?" 

"Of course I mean it, you dumb ass! You're so cock hungry you can't even 
understand me." 

"Oh, yes I can," I answered quickly, maintaining the rhythm of my thrusts 
against his groin. "It's just that I don't want to stop now." 

"Well, you're going to have to," he answered. "Don't worry, I'll get you 
more ... " 

"That's what I want," I cut in, "More, lots more ... " 

"Hold still," he said quickly, pulling my hips up against him. "Lean back 
... way back ... that's it, now spread your legs." 

I did as I was told, wondering what he had in store for me. 

"Don't worry, you won't slip. I've got hold of you, There ... that's it ... 
now don't move. Just relax ... relax ... " 

"What are you doing?" I asked. 

"Never mind. Just relax ... that's it, let that hole go soft for me ... just 
loosen it up ... don't try to hold my cock with your ass, baby, it's not 
going anywhere. 

I tried my best to comply, but I couldn't get over the feeling of slipping 
toward the floor, even though I knew I wasn't. It was just the position I 
was in, with my legs spread wide, my head thrown back and my breasts 
pointing straight upward. 

Bill stood behind me, his groin still pressed hard against mine, his stiff 
tool sunk to the hilt up my hot and dripping ass hole. 

In a few moments, it happened. I felt the sudden surge of head deep in my 
ass hole and immediately knew he was pissing up in me: cleaning me with his 
own body. The thought of it excited me and I let a moan escape from my lips. 

"Like that, don't you, baby?" he asked, as his stream came full force, 
flushing me completely out. 

"It's heavenly," I moaned, not moving a muscle and relaxing as much as I 
possibly could. 

"It feels good to you, baby, just think how good it feels for me," he said, 
holding me steady. 

"I can only imagine." I responded, quickly and passionately. I didn't want 
to miss any of the fantastic feelings of pleasure going through my body. 

The warmth of his urine seemed to creep through my whole rear area, and 
rather than calm me, it excited me even more. How was I ever to be 
satisfied? I had no idea. 

After what seemed like ages, I could feel the pressure of the flow subside, 
then come in forceful spurts as he forced the last few drops up into me. And 
then he was free of me. 

"Now," he said fatalistically, "let's shower and see what the day is 
planning for us." 

Our shower finished, and breakfast, such as it was, out of the way, we were 
ready for fate and her bag of surprises. And it wasn't long before she 
played her first card. There was a knock at the door. 

"Wonder who that might be," Bill said, grabbing a towel and wrapping it 
around his waist while heading for the door. I, in the meantime, dashed for 
the bathroom and closed the door. 

I could hear muffled men's voices. 

"Kim, you can come out, now," I heard as soon as the door closed. 

I came out and found no one there, aside from Bill. 

"Who was it? "I asked. 

"Oh, just one of the fellows from the building. He dropped by to see what 
was happening." 

"Where did he go?" I prodded. 

But before Bill could answer, there he stood! He had come from the kitchen. 
Quickly I grabbed a cushion from the sofa and held it in front of me. 

"It's okay, baby. He's seen a nude broad before. In fact, you might even 
like him," Bill went on. "Bruce, this is Kim. Kim, this is, of course, 
Bruce," he said, bowing deeply. 

"Hi!" 

"Hi, yourself," I responded, blushing somewhat. "The least you could have 
done, Bill, was told me he was still here!" I said sharply. 

"But, baby, didn't you say just a little while ago that you wanted some more 
cock?" he asked, faking seriousness behind his smile. 

"Well ... " 

"Well, here some more is," he cut in, "And a whole lot more it is, let me 
tell you!" 

Bruce, in the meantime, had taken a seat on the couch next to me. He calmly 
looked at my nude form, I could see he liked what he saw. 

"What have you two been up to," I heard him ask in a low, masculinely sultry 
voice. 

"Oh, nothing," responded Bill. "We just finished breakfast a little while 
ago." 

"At this time of day?" 

"Well, we sort of slept late, and by the time we got cleaned up and all, it 
was already past noon. But what the hell, it's Saturday. What's planned for 
the afternoon?" he asked me. 

I was caught unprepared for such abruptness. My face flushed and I didn't 
know what to say. 

"Well ... There are some things I've got to do today, and I do have a slight 
headache," I said. "I guess it's from the drinking last night." I finished. 

"Oh, I can take care of that," Bruce answered with a slight glint in his 
eye. He went to the bathroom and soon returned with a little white box. He 
took two tiny pink pills from it and handed them to me. 

"What are these?" I asked. 

"They're what my doctor gives me for a big head," he answered easily. 
"They're much better than the usual stuff," he went on, with a twinkle in 
his eye. 

Taking him at his word, I downed them with a swig of coffee from the cup 
still nearby. "Could I at least have a robe or something?" I asked. 

"You really don't want one, do you? You have such a beautiful body," Bruce 
said. 

"Of course I do!" I snapped, still somewhat embarrassed. 

"What say we all have a short drink," he interrupted. 

Bill didn't even wait for an answer. He quickly disappeared into the kitchen 
where he poured three straight shots. He returned and passed them out. 

Bruce took one without hesitation, but I wasn't quite sure I wanted to start 
drinking this early. Besides, I wasn't comfortable in this situation and 
really wanted to get out of it. I didn't really have a headache. I had just 
said that, hoping they'd let me bow out gracefully. 

But seeing that it wasn't going to be that easy, I downed my drink with the 
two men. The sudden heat from the drink burned as it went down my throat, 
and seemed to set me a little more at ease. 

"Come on, baby, let Bruce see those beautiful boobs of yours,' Bill said, 
quickly snatching the cushion away from me. I was totally unprotected, and 
it was difficult to appear relaxed. 

I glanced quickly at Bruce, who was smiling. "Yeah, you've got yourself 
something here, Bill," he said. "I guess you've already tasted it, huh?" 

"You bet your stud cock I have," he smiled back. "She wouldn't still be here 
if I didn't like it." 

"How is it, Kim?" Bruce asked me. 

"How is what?" I asked, not knowing what the hell he was talking about. 

"You know-how's eating?" 

"Eating?" 

"You know, how's he at eating?" 

"Eating?" 

"You know how's he at eating?" Bruce persisted. 

I flushed when I realized what he was referring to. "All well ... " 

"Shit, baby, you can talk to him," Bill injected. "He's as horny as I am." 

"Bill," I asked changing the subject, "could I have another drink? I think 
that's just what I need." 

"Sure, baby, anything you want." He went back into the kitchen and brought 
out the bottle and poured another stiff drink into my glass. Bruce took a 
second, but he only sipped at it. I supposed he still wanted to be able to 
fuck later. I've heard liquor is no aphrodisiac. I downed mine; I couldn't 
give a damn. 

"How's that? Feel better now?" Bruce asked. 

"I think so," I answered. 

"What say we have a little action," I heard Bill ask, at nobody in 
particular. 

"Suits me," Bruce answered kicking off his shoes. 

Without further conversation, Bill fell to his knees between my legs, and 
began lapping at my inner thighs. I couldn't help myself. Almost as though 
pulled by strings. I felt my legs begin to spread for him. 

Bruce, in the meantime, had stripped off his tee shirt, socks and jeans. He 
was left only with his shorts. I could see a very full bulge in them, and 
the outline of cock made my mouth water. It was huge, and it wasn't yet 
hard! That's the kind of cock I like; big as they could make it. 

Bill had removed his towel and I could see that his cock was already coming 
to attention. What the hell, I thought to myself. I might as well take 
.advantage of the situation. 

I pushed myself into a more comfortable position as well as a more 
accessible one for Bill. He took advantage of the opportunity and his face 
nuzzled into the nest of curly blonde hair. Bruce leaned over and took hold 
of my tits at the same time; he covered my mouth with his. His tongue shot 
into my mouth, forcing my teeth apart, and started probing into all parts of 
it. 

I could only relax. I felt immobile as though I were watching myself at a 
distance. I could feel the sensations of the activities going on, but I 
couldn't seem to feel my own movements, only the result of them. 

A sudden sensual shock wracked me, as I realized that Bill had found my clit 
and was working on it. 

"Man, are you ready!" I heard Bill mumble. "That headache must have gone, 
huh?" 

"What headache?" I heard myself ask. 

"That's it, baby. Just forget everything. Just let yourself go. This is the 
time for it," he said, almost as though I hadn't spoken. 

Bruce had worked my tits up so that the nipples were standing upright and 
hard. They were very sensitive, and he seemed to know it. His fingers were 
toying with them just enough to continue to build excitement. Never did he 
give me all the feeling I wanted; my body continued to want just a little 
more. 

I had reached down and taken hold of the huge bulge in Bruce's briefs. I 
felt two large nuts and a semi-hard prick. 

Bill had spread my legs wide so as to work his way deep into my slit with 
his tongue. My whole crotch was already wet from his saliva, and he was 
wetting me still more. 

Then he released me and sat up on the couch on the other side of me. But he 
didn't leave my pussy alone. One hand continued to work the crack, while the 
other took over working one of my tits. I just leaned my head back on the 
cushion and enjoyed the sensation of being loved by two men at the same 
time. 

Bruce took his free hand and placed it on my ass hole his long fingers 
stroked the length of my crack lightly, following almost the same pattern as 
Bill. 

"Ohhh," I heard myself moan. 

"Getting to ya, baby?" I heard Bruce ask. 

In answer, I squeezed his cock. At the same time, I took hold of Bill's 
stiff rod. 

I closed my eyes and imagined the scene as though I weren't a part of it. 
There I was leaning back on the couch with my legs spread, my head thrown 
back, and holding a cock in each hand. One was stiff and the other was 
getting there. On each side of me was a horny stud, each working on one tit 
with one hand and each playing with my pussy and ass hole alternately. The 
thought excited me still more and I began to twitch my hips. 

"Yeah, baby, get with it. Let's see that cunt open up for us," I heard in my 
ear. It was Bill, and he sounded hot, really hot. 

"What can we do for that cunt and ass to make them feel better?" I heard 
from my other side. 

In response, I pushed my hips forward, causing a little more pressure 
against their hands, and at the same time, slightly forcing the fingers a 
little deeper into my slit. "Ohhhh," I moaned, "Ohhh ... that feels good." 

"Spread 'em, cunt," Bill said, putting a little more pressure on my legs to 
pull them further apart. 

Almost automatically I felt myself spreading as I was told. My legs were 
wide apart now, and my cunt was gaping open; my ass hole was throbbing for 
want of more and more. 

The itching sensation inside just had to be satisfied one way or another. 
"Please," I asked, "Please ... please ... " 

"Please, what?" I heard one of the men ask. 

"Please fuck me ... I want to be fucked ... " 

"How bad?" Bruce whispered in my ear. 

"Very bad," I said, grinding my hips up to their hands. 

"That's not bad enough," he answered. "You've really got to want it before 
we can give it to you," he answered. 

Their active hands were working steadily, their fingers darting up and down 
my slit and around the lips of my pussy; and my ass hole. The sensations 
continued to send shivers through my body which, in turn, kept me in 
constant motion. Oh, how I wanted to be fucked. 

"Bill, please ... " 

"Please what, cunt?" 

"Please give it to me ... " 

"Give what to you, whore?" 

The questions were spat at me, and although I should have felt insulted, I, 
instead, felt even more excited. 

"You know what I want," I moaned, passionately, my head still lying back on 
the cushion and my eyes closed. My whole body was in motion. I was writhing 
under the manipulations of these four hands, and the sounds I heard inflamed 
me still more. 

"Tell me what you want ... come on, let me hear you say it ... What do you 
want, whore?" 

"Cock! ... That's what I want, cock!" I shouted, unable to control the tone 
or level of my voice. 

"Is that all? Just cock?" 

"Oh, anything ... anything to make my hole feel good," I answered, heatedly. 
"My pussy's itching to be fucked. Please fill it," I said, squeezing on both 
cocks at the same time. 

In response, I felt more pressure against my pussy and ass hole as the 
fingers of both hands probed deeper, now together, now alternately. I tried 
to keep track of which hand was doing what, but it became impossible. All I 
could feel was movement, making me hotter and hotter. 

The fingers were probing deeply and I could tell that more than one finger 
on each hand was busy fucking me. But it felt good. And I wanted it to feel 
better. 

I raised my heels and brought them up close to my ass on the couch. That 
stretched my cunt and ass hole area wide: there was no protection-and no 
resistance left in me. 

Bruce broke away from me long enough to remove his briefs. When he sat back 
next to me, I quickly found his cock and took it in my hands. It was wet 
from excitement, and as I rubbed the head of it in my palm, it spit even 
more slick fluid for me to spread. 

"Oh," I said, "Fuck me with that. Get that up in me, Bruce," I went on 
turning my head lazily toward him. 

"You're not really ready for it, are you?" he teased. 

"Oh, yes ... yes, I am. Give it to me, now!" 

"Be patient, cunt, you'll get it." He went on. "Bill, I think it's time you 
cleaned up a little of the mess we've made down there, what say?" 

Without answering, Bill turned his body on the couch and got on his knees so 
that I could continue to jack his cock for him. His head buried itself in my 
crotch, and in this position, he could really go to work on me. His tongue 
shot up into me and wrapped around my clit then back to my ass hole darting 
in and out like a snake. The sensations were maddening. 

"Oh," I moaned. "That's it ... " 

"That's what?" I heard whispered in my ear. 

"That's what I want," I answered lazily. 

"What do you want?" the voice persisted. 

"My pussy and ass worked. My cunt fucked, my holes filled." 

"What do you want it filled with?" the voice went on. 

"Cock!" I shouted, at the same time rearing my cunt up against the wet face 
buried in it. 

"Whose cock?" the voice insisted. 

"Anybody's cock!" I answered quickly. "Any cock I can get. Yours-give me 
yours!" 

"Not yet, baby. You've got to really want it to get it," he answered. 

"But I really want it-I want it bad! Give it to me!" 

"Uhuh," he answered, "Not until you've convinced me. I don't think you 
really mean it." 

"But I do," I said, whimpering, now. "I want it bad. My cunt's burning up. 
It's itching to be fucked. Please fuck it." 

"What do you think, Bill?" Brace asked. "Is she really ready?" 

"I think she could use a couple of cocks." Bill said, almost in a commanding 
voice. "Yeah, two cocks!" he exclaimed. 

Bruce had, without further objection, turned his body so that he was in 
position between my legs; his cock in front of my dripping hole. He raised 
his hips to the proper height and pushed forward. 

"Aaagh," I moaned as the hot, hard head pressed into me. It continued its 
penetration without stopping until it was up to the hilt. "Oh, fuck me ... 
fuck my cunt. Give it to me ... Oh." 

Bill was in the process of slipping under me. His cock finally gently 
pressing against my asshole. Finally he pressed extremely hard and in went 
the cock. I had two cocks in me! Both men were now moving together. 

"That what your ass hole wants?" Bruce asked, in my ear. 

"Yeah ... yeah, that's the thing! That's it! Cock! My cunt feels like it's 
burning up." 

"Turn her around so you're on the couch," Bruce told Bill. 

Bill twisted my body around so that I lay the long way on the couch, with 
him under me. This was accomplished without the loss of a single stroke. 
Their cocks continued to probe up into me in long slow strokes, the steady 
movements continuing to tense and excite me. I moved my hips up and aligned 
my body so as to take full advantage of their stiff pricks. 

I looked down and I could see one cock buried into me, and right under it I 
felt the other cock going in and out. The sight and feeling turned me on 
still more, I was lost in wild animal passion. I increased the motion of my 
hips. 

Bill had not slowed his motions, and together, he and I managed to keep 
Brace's cock slipping back and forth behind me. 

After a while of this, Bruce slipped himself back a little so that his cock 
became dislodged from the wet nest. It was bone-hard, and it was dripping 
from the combined juices of love. Bill continued fucking, he didn't notice. 

"Don't take it away!" I pleaded. "Let me see it slipping around down there. 
Let me feel it slip up into me, again." 

"Not yet, whore. You're not ready for it." 

Bruce slipped cushions under my feet to raise me to the proper height for 
Bill. That way I didn't have to bear down on him, he only had to move his 
ass up and down. Then suddenly his prick slipped back still further and it 
became completely free. 

"What the hell!" Bill suddenly shouted. 

"Shut up!" Bruce spat back at him. "I was just trying to make it better for 
you. Why don't you fuck the broad's pussy instead of her ass?" 

Bill obediently did as Bruce strongly suggested. He rolled on his side and 
mounted my body. With one strong movement his cock was in my pussy fucking 
away. 

Meanwhile Bruce was busily moving about the room. He picked up one of the 
cushions he had used before and slipped it under my ass. As he did that 
Bill's cock slipped out of my cunt once again. 

"Dammit! What the hell are you doing, now!" Bill screamed. 

"Shut up!" Bruce shouted back. 

"You son of a bitch, you're not doing anything for me!" Bill protested. 

"Oh, yes I am, cunt lover!" Bruce answered, his voice almost cruel sounding. 

"I can't take that thing, you dumb fuck!" Bill said, his voice mixed between 
fear and excitement. "I can't take anything up there that way!" 

"Shut up and keep fucking. You want that pussy and that pussy wants you. 
Just concentrate on that and everything will be alright." 

So that was it, I finally realized! The guy is queer! While under other 
circumstances, the thought might have served to cool my passions, this time, 
for some reason, it only excited me more. I moved my hips back and forth and 
in circles on the cock buried in me. 

Bill, for his part, continued to stroke into me, but with less enthusiasm 
than before. I knew he was concerned. 

"Ouch!" Bill shouted, lunging forward into me. "Bruce, come on, please. I 
can't take that big thing and that's that!" 

"That's nothing! Just take it easy and every-thing'll be alright. Just 
relax, pussy lover, and keep on fucking." Bruce answered him. 

The idea caught my fancy. The thought of a stud getting fucked while fucking 
me seemed somehow exciting. It seemed sexy. It seemed dirty. I was all for 
it. 

"Do what he says, Bill," I said, "Just think of my pussy ... just keep 
fucking me. That way we can both have what we want." 

"But I don't want to get fucked! That's not my bag! This motherfucker can 
stick that damn cock into any hole he can find. But I don't want it!" 

"Yes you do!" Bruce said over his shoulder. "You don't know it, but you do. 
You want it as bad as her pussy wants it. The only difference is that she 
admits it and you don't. Now why don't you relax and take it easy?" 

"Ouch!" Bill yelled again. 

"Will you shut up, pussy lover! You've only got half the head-so far." 

"That's already more than I want!" Bill responded. 

In spite of his protestations, I could tell the feeling was doing something 
for Bill because his cock had suddenly become more rigid ... raging. His 
motions became more forceful, and instead of slipping gently into me, his 
cock was slamming into my cunt. 

"Keep up the action, fucker," Bruce said, his voice forceful and demanding. 
"Keep stroking into hot cunt and get a little of the same." 

"It's killing me!" Bill protested. 

"Ah, but what a wonderful way to die," Bruce mused, still sounding stern and 
persuasive. 

"Oh, yes, keep up the good work," I joined in. "It's good ... keep it up ... 
I love it ... please fuck me!" 

Bill did as he was told. His strokes became bold and forceful. The length of 
his cock was repeatedly slamming into my hole with such force that I had to 
brace myself so I wouldn't be shoved off the head of the couch, I ground my 
ass back for him, trying in every way I could to make it feel better, to 
entice him on, to help him keep his pace. 

"That's it, fucker, fuck that cunt. Come on let me see the ass slam into 
her, that's it ... now give it to her. That's it, stud, fuck her!" Bruce's 
voice was excited, and the tone of it carried over into Bill's actions. He 
did as he was told. He plunged himself into me to the hilt and held himself 
up against me. 

"Oh," I said, "Oh, that's beautiful. Fuck me. Give me that stiff cock." 

"Yeah, give her that stiff prick," Bruce interrupted, "And give me that 
sweet, tight ass of yours. Come on, pull back. Pull it out of her. That's it 
... " 

"Ow ... " 

"That's it, fucker, back ... back ... there! You've got the head. Now the 
rest will be easy. Now you can really ride pussy!" 

As he was saying this, Bruce was positioning himself so that his cock was in 
line with my cunt. In that position, all he had to do was hold himself 
steady, and each time Bill pulled out of me, he could not help but slip back 
onto the cock behind him. 

"Bruce, that's enough! I can't take any more," Bill whimpered, maintaining a 
steady motion. 

"Yes, you can," Bruce answered. 

"Yes you can," I echoed. "I can tell you like it. Your cock is raging. It's 
bigger and stiffer than I've ever seen it before. You must like the feeling 
up your ass. Tell me you like it-tell me." 

"That's it, cunt," Bruce cut in. "Make him tell you how good it feels. Tell 
her, Bill. Tell her what it feels like ... go on, tell her!" 

"It hurts," protested Bill. 

"Ah, but it hurts good, doesn't it?" responded Bruce. "It's gotta hurt good 
or else you wouldn't keep fucking her the way you are." 

"But I can't take any more," Bill insisted. "It hurts too much." 

"Shit, man, you've got it all. How much more do you want?" 

"What?" shouted Bill. "You mean you've got that whole prick of yours in me?" 

"Tell him, whore," Bruce said to me. "Tell him what you can see." 

I looked down ... and I could see! I described the sight for Bill. 

"Oh shit!" Bill spat, continuing his steady rhythm over me. "I want to come 
... but I can't with that cock in my ass. Take it out, Bruce. Take it out!" 

"Not on your life. Not on your life. That cock's in there to stay for a 
while," Bruce answered. 

The scene was too much for me. "Oh Christ," I shouted. "I'm coming, I'm 
coming ... Eeeaaahhh." 

Whatever restraints I might have had were now gone. The juices came flooding 
down out of me and every time Bill's cock pulled away from me, there was a 
wet slushing sound from my cunt. 

The lips of my pussy were hanging loose and the fluids were literally 
running from me, slipping down the crack of my ass and making a puddle under 
me. 

"See, Bill," Bruce said. "See what you've done? See what the cock up your 
ass helped you do?" 

"Oh," Bill moaned. "Ooohh, fuck me ... make me come too. Let me fill her 
with my come ... let me shoot ... oh, Bruce fuck me ... " 

"Fuck yourself, stud!" Bruce spat insultingly. "It's there. All you have to 
do is take it." 

"Aaieee." Bill had climbed the mountain and was happily sliding down the 
other side with the flood of full orgasm. His stiffened cock swelled to even 
greater proportions. The head acted like a plunger as it filled my channel. 
His strokes became full and hard, and each throbbing reflex dumped more of 
his come deep into me. He continued to pump into me until the last throb 
came from him. 

"Oh," he said. "Wow!" 

"You're not through, yet, buddy," Bruce said to him, as he got to his knees, 
managing somehow to keep his cock in Bill's ass. "You've still got a chore 
to fully complete." 

I knew exactly what he meant. Without being told, I began to slip away from 
the stiffened cock in my cunt. It came out slowly, reluctantly, until it was 
near the head. Then Bruce grabbed Bill by the hips and pulled him back, hard 
against his own stiff cock, lodged deep up his ass. 

I slid up the couch until I was high enough for what was coming. 

Bruce made the next move. He pushed Bill forward from the shoulders until 
his face was buried in my cunt. 

"Now, now!" commanded Bruce, pushing him deeper into the dripping crotch. 
"Suck it out, pussy lover, suck it now!" 

I braced myself for him, then relaxed. His tongue began its licking motions 
and each motion created a new wave of shivers through my body. Oh, was I 
hot. I still wanted more. I had to have more. 

Bruce, in the meantime had managed to get over Bill in dog-fashion position. 
His hips continued to roll against Bill's ass. His cock continued to slip 
into and out of him, its full length discernible in each retreating 
movement. 

I could raise my head and see the whole action. It excited me. 

"Oh, do it to me, Bruce ... Fuck me now ... I really want it ... please, 
fuck me ... Oh, fuck me ..." 

Bruce looked at me and leered, but he didn't say a thing. He continued his 
fucking into Bill's ass. 

My cunt was so relaxed that Bill could suck my pussy lips into his mouth 
and, at the same time, lick my clitoris. My juices began to subside, but not 
my desires. I still wanted to be fucked. 

"How's it taste, pussy eater?" Bruce asked Bill. 

"Ummmmm," he could only respond. 

That was all Bruce was waiting for. 

"Well, here's something more for you to think about!" he shouted. His hips 
started a violent slapping against the buttocks beneath him. His slippery 
cock glistened in the early evening light as it flew out of the tight, 
virgin ass and shot deeply back into it. "Here it is!" he groaned, "Take it! 
Aahhh ... shit!" 

That was it. Bruce had popped. He quickly withdrew and fell back on the 
couch. 

Bill let out a low moan as the shaft left him. Then he, too, fell back on 
the couch in a crumpled heap, his cock now only half hard, and still oozing 
juice. 

I reached for the bottle by the side of the couch and poured three stiff 
drinks and passed them around. Then I lit three cigarettes and passed them 
around. 

"Boy, I sure don't want to go to that damned dinner, tonight," Bill 
complained. 

"What dinner?" Bruce asked. 

"Oh, it's some fucking deal I'm mixed up in. I can't get out of it, either," 
he answered. 

"Well," Bruce continued, "Kim and I will have to finish our little party 
alone, back at my place. What say, cunt?" 

I didn't answer. I nodded my eagerness. Yeah, I was ready. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"Make yourself comfortable," Bruce said, as we entered his apartment. 

I didn't say anything. I removed my sweater and shoes and took a seat on the 
couch. 

"I said, make yourself comfortable!" Bruce snapped, handing me the tall 
drink which he had just mixed. "Take them off! Strip, whore!" 

I was a little surprised at his tone. It was hard and cold. He had lost his 
casual, seductive air he had had earlier. 

He started removing his own clothing as he moved about the room. He adjusted 
the radio, the lights and the drapes. When he finally sat next to 49 me on 
the couch, he had nothing on but his briefs. He took a long swig from his 
glass and turned to me. 

"Still want to get fucked?" he asked, in a tone that was more of a business 
proposition than seductive. 

"Well ... " I stammered, somewhat embarrassed. 

"Yes or no?" he cut in. "I got the impression downstairs that you still 
wanted more. Do you?" 

"Well, yes, I guess so," I said, timidly. 

"Good," he answered. "I was hoping you'd say that. I'm still horny as hell." 

As he said this, he took my hand and placed it on his swelling crotch. 

"Like that?" he asked, teasingly. 

"Yes," I murmured. I was telling the truth, too. I wanted him. His shaft was 
so long, so large. I knew that I could get all the satisfaction I wanted 
from it. After seeing how he had so easily gotten into Bill, I was certain 
he'd have no trouble with me. 

His cock had started to grow rigid, pushing against the sheer material of 
his briefs. 

I started to pull it out, for more easy access, but before I could do so, he 
pulled my head down into him. 

"Kiss it," he said, sternly. "Let's see you really love my cock up." 

I nuzzled my face into him, obediently, and began breathing hotly against 
his huge cock and hairy balls. 

His shaft continued to stiffen until it was lying full length in his briefs. 
His balls were heavy and 50 full. There was still a lot of life left in him. 

The smell of his crotch excited me. I moaned very softly. 

"Think you can manage all of it?" he asked in a low sultry voice. 

"Ummmmm," was all I could answer. The smell of his manhood had captured me 
enslaved me. I began licking at him hungrily, wetting his briefs with my 
suliva, stroking his heavy legs with my free hand. 

"Love it, baby. Show me how you can really love it," he whispered hoarsely. 

The sound of his words inflamed me. My body started twisting and writhing on 
the couch. 

I wanted him. I wanted his cock very badly. 

"You really do want it, don't you, cunt?" he asked, shoving his hips up 
toward me. 

"Yes," I responded, "Yes, I do!" 

"Then lick it, whore!" he spat. 

His hand came off the back of the couch and took hold of one of my boobs. 
His technique was that of a master. He was confident, forceful, and 
completely demanding. 

He rubbed my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, just hard enough to 
create the sensation of pain. It set me afire. I twisted and turned under 
his manipulations. I sucked at his cock with renewed vigor. 

"Eat, baby, eat!" he urged. 

I obeyed and ate his cock and balls. "That's it, whore, lap it up," he 
coaxed, sternly. "Eat it! That's it. Let me know you're there." 

I moaned and renewed my efforts in his crotch. His whole groin was wet from 
my saliva, but he didn't seem to mind. Neither did I. 

The salty taste of his body and the smell of his sex was driving me out of 
my mind. 

"Do you smoke? You know, grass, pot ... " 

"I've tried it a few times*" I said, "But it never really did anything for 
me." 

"It will when I'm through with you," he said, very confident. 

He shoved me off him, rather roughly. Then he went to the desk across the 
room. From the top drawer, he removed a pipe and matches. 

"I guess you've never gotten really stoned," he said. 

"Stoned?" I asked. 

"Never mind," he went on. "You'll know what it's all about in a few 
minutes." 

He seated himself once again, I took hold of his cock, stroking it, feeling 
its hardness in my hand. Each time I squeezed if, it would throb back at me 
in response. 

Bruce lit his pipe and took a few puffs of it, each time he inhaled deeply 
and held his breath for a short while. The marijuana smelled very sweet and 
strong. 

"Now breath out and open your mouth. Relax and let me do your breathing for 
you," he instructed. 

He took a long draw on the pipe and then covered his mouth over mine. 

I felt him pushing his breath into my open throat and I tried to relax. His 
breath crawled into me and filled my lungs. 

Then I felt him draw it back out. I relaxed further, letting my body become 
an extension of his. I let my lungs fill and empty at his direction. 

He twisted his tongue into my mouth and worked it around, probing, 
searching. 

I opened my mouth wider for him, giving him full access to me. 

My head was spinning. I felt I wanted to gasp for fresh air, but I fought 
against it. I wanted to do exactly as he told me. I wanted to satisfy him. 

"That should do it," he said, a few drags and a few minutes later. "Now just 
let it happen." 

A warm feeling slowly crept over my whole body. I felt loose, relaxed, 
euphoric. 

"Tell me," I asked, still toying with his stiffened cock. "Is Bill queer?" 

"Bill? Naw. What gave you that idea?" 

"The way you fucked him," I answered. 

"Oh, that. Naw, he's not queer. That's the first time I've had him. I've 
wanted that little ass of his for a long time," he said. "He's really a 
pussy eater from way back. He loves nothing more than a hot cunt wrapped 
around his fuce." 

"Oh," I said, simply. 

"He gets so hung up on cunt," he continued, "that when he really gets with 
it, you can do almost anything with him. I just saw my chance and jumped at 
it." 

"Then ... " I started, not knowing quite how to ask him. 

"Then, am I?" he finished for me. "Shit, no. I just love to fuck. My cock 
stands up whenever it sees a hole-any hole. I'd just as soon plug a knothole 
as an ass. I don't care what it is, so long as I can get it on my cock and 
soak it." 

"That's a relief," I said. 

I felt better. I was fearful that I had gotten hung up with a fairy that was 
playing some sort of game with me. I didn't know what it was all about, but 
I felt much relieved. 

Bruce got up from the couch and walked a few paces away. He turned to face 
me, placing his hands on his hips and shoving his crotch forward sensually. 

"Come here," he ordered, his gaze hard upon me. 

I started to get up from the couch. 

"Down!" he spat. "Crawl!" 

I didn't realize what he was saying. I stood there, staring blankly at him. 

"Crawl!" he repeated. 

"Crawl?" I echoed. 

"On your knees. Crawl!" he said, his full voice sounding hard and 
threatening. 

Slowly. I sank to my knees. I didn't know what he was talking about. My mind 
wouldn't function properly. My reflexes were slow. 

"Way down!" he shouted, his voice commanding. Somewhere in the back of my 
mind a light flashed. 

It was a signal for me to obey. I didn't understand why, but I complied. 

"Now come here," I heard him saying, his voice a little lower. 

Against my better judgment, I started crawling slowly toward him. He said 
nothing as he quietly watched me. 

I crawled until I was before him on all fours, I turned my head and looked 
up at him. 

Just as I did, he swatted me on the side of the head, knocking me to the 
floor. 

I was stunned. I was amazed. 

I looked up at him again. His expression had not changed. It was hard, with 
a flicker of cruelty. He was very serious! 

I didn't know whether to cry or to be indignant. I had the feeling I should 
have been angry. But then, I reasoned, he really hadn't hurt me. He had only 
surprised the hell out of me. I wasn't prepared for his move. I didn't know 
how to react, or how to act. 

I lay there, awaiting his next order, obediently. Somehow I felt that it was 
expected of me. 

"Lick!" he said, putting a foot before my face. "Lick!" he repeated, 
wiggling his toes against my lips. 

My tongue darted out, hesitantly. It touched the flesh of his toe. It was 
coarse and tough. 

But it wasn't bad. 

I continued flicking my tongue at his foot. He didn't move it. 

Gradually, I worked my way onto the top of it. The little hairs there 
tickled and excited me. The smell of his maleness filled my nostrils. 

I worked my way up to his ankle. Suddenly, I realized that I was on all 
fours. I had to twist my head so that I could lick up the back of his calf. 

His flesh was slightly salty. But it was his odor that attracted me. I 
couldn't taste it, but I imagined it. 

I imagined that I was eating his flesh, chewing it off his bones. I fancied 
that I was stripping his frame, devouring him. 

My mouth and lips were working up and down his calf feverishly, lapping at 
his hard leg and licking the hairs. 

"That's it, you no-good, fucking bitch," I heard him tell me, his voice low 
and steady, tense and hard. 

It stimulated me. I sucked and lapped harder. His lower leg was wet from my 
efforts. 

I raised my body higher, sucked his knee, licked at the hardness of it, 
forced his kneecap to move under the flesh with the pressure of my tongue. 

I edged my way between his legs and licked the back side of his knee, 
lightly. 

The sensation brought a reaction from him. His knee weakly bent. His 
reaction excited me. I had the feeling that I was making him move. He was 
becoming my puppet. I was making him feel good. 

So I sucked on, first applying pressure with my tongue and lips and then 
slacking off, barely touching him at all. 

I could feel the muscles of his thigh quiver and tense. 

I continued my efforts, little sounds of passion coming from my lips. 

Then I felt a soft, feathery touch skim across my back. It startled me, and 
then I relaxed to it. It never occurred to me to determine what it was. It 
felt good. I liked it. It was very exciting. 

That's all that seemed to matter at the moment. 

My mind was filled with hunger. I was approaching his rampant crotch with my 
mouth. I was eager for his cock. I was eager for his body. 

I nuzzled my nose in the underside of his prick. The smell of his excitement 
made my head spin. I wanted more much more. 

I opened my mouth and took the hardness of his nuts into it. I pulled and 
tugged, gently, trying to pull them deeper into me. 

All of a sudden, I felt a stinging on my back. It started low on my rump and 
shot up to my shoulder. It was like a lightning flash. 

I jumped in surprise and shock. 

I looked up quickly and saw that he was swinging a pair of rawhide thongs. 

And a strange thing happened. 

I returned to his cock. 

I should have stopped, right there. I should have gotten to my feet and put 
a stop to it. 

But, strangely, I found it exciting. 

That tingling sensation to my back and ass was absolutely exciting! Where it 
should have hurt, it felt good. I wanted more. 

I got it. 

This time, I heard the swish of the thongs as they flew through the air. I 
felt their delicate sharpness as they bit into the tender flesh of my back. 

I twitched-a natural reaction. 

But then I relaxed again, and I moaned ecstatically. 

"You filthy, no-good whore," I heard him say. "You no-good cunt. You 
slobbering bitch! You're nothing but a cocksucker, a motherfucking 
cock-sucker!" 

Swish, zap! He hit me the third time. 

The thongs bit me again and again. 

Each time they struck me, I would jab my face into his crotch, bucking up 
into him like a calf at its mother's teat, beating the milk from her udder. 

Gently, I took his briefs into my mouth, between my teeth. I began lowering 
my head, pulling them with me. 

"Yeah, cunt," I heard him whisper hoarsely. "Yeah, take 'em off, bitch. 
Undress your stud. Bare that cock-that great, big cock that you want. Bare 
that hard cock!" 

I lowered my head further, feeling his shorts resist. I felt them stretch, 
still clinging to his body, as though they were reluctant to leave the 
closeness of his hot skin. 

I pulled and tugged, but they would not give. 

And then, he hit me again. My sudden, violent twitch achieved the result I 
could not alone achieve. 

His shorts slid from his hips. They went downward, lower and lower. 

The black bush of his pubic hair came into full view. It sprang up like a 
wire brush-coarse, curly and shiny with his perspiration. 

Quickly, I turned his briefs loose and raised myself to bury my nose in that 
hair. The smell of his male animalness permeated my mind. My skin tingled. 
My tongue came out and I lapped at him, hungrily. 

I lapped at him as though I was absolutely starved. 

"Oh," I moaned. "It's beautiful! Its warm and delicious. I love it. I love 
it!" 

"Sure you love it, cunt," he said. "Sure you love it. That's the very thing 
you were made for-to love it. You were made to be its slave, to clean it, to 
make love, to lick it and suck, suck, suck it!" 

His voice sounded lost, distant, and impersonal. It sounded as though he 
were speaking to no one and yet everyone. 

But I was intensely excited. I licked harder. 

Swish! The thongs kissed me again, sharply. I could feel their thready trail 
criss-cross on my back. I could feel the little paths of their previous 
contact between my ass cheeks. I could feel them heating up, burning and 
stinging. 

It was painful. 

It was glorious. 

It was delicious. 

I moaned like an animal in heat. 

"Like that, don't you?" he asked, directing his words toward me. "You really 
like that, don't you?" 

I started to answer, but before I could, he hit me again. Instead of 
speaking, I whimpered, deliciously. 

The words weren't there. 

The sound of my whimpering seemed far distant. It seemed to trigger me to 
further depravity. 

His cock glowed amid the blackness of his pubic hair. The solid flesh came 
more and more into view as I tugged his briefs down. 

First the very base, broad and flat, ridged by the gristle and veins that 
spelled male. 

Then the length of it came into view. First only an inch. Then two. Then 
three. 

I couldn't wait. Again, I turned my efforts to his crotch. My tongue was 
lapping greedily at the fleshy piece of meat. My teeth grazed it. 

"You filthy cunt. You no good slave. Cock is what you want, isn't it? Isn't 
it?" 

Before I could answer, the thongs made love to me again. My body twitched, 
violently. 

My tits beat rhythms against my chest, in time to the movements of my body. 

Until this very instant, I had not even given a thought to my cunt. 

But its presence suddenly crashed into my mind. 

It was hot. 

It was wet. 

It was twitching and throbbing in anticipation of its master. 

"Oh, fuck me," I heard myself saying. "Oh, give me that cock up my ass, 
baby. I need that cock, that great big cock." 

"You like that big cock?" he teased. "You want that cock? You want it up 
your sweet little ass hole? Wall, do you?" 

"Oh, yes," I moaned. "Yes, yes, yes!" 

"Then, beg for it!" he spat, his voice hard again. "Beg for it, dog! Beg!" 

Again the thongs crashed into the flesh of my ass. The cheeks quivered. They 
stung. They were painful. But I didn't want him to stop. 

I wanted his cock and I would do anything for it. I would let him beat me, 
if that's what he wanted. Anything, just as long as I could feel his cock in 
me. 

"Finish what you started," he said, shoving his groin forward once again. 

And again I took his briefs in my mouth and tugged downward. I wanted to 
bare him. I wanted to strip him. 

That's what he wanted. 

That's what I wanted. 

My eyes were glued to his pubic area so that I could see it clearly as I 
came into view. His cock hidden by the material. His mammoth cock had to be 
uncovered. 

It grew longer and still longer. 

I teased myself by pulling the material slowly, very slowly. I wanted to 
savor every millimeter of his hardened flesh. 

The material slowly slipped lower, down over the hard cheeks of his 
masculine ass, down over the firm flesh of his thighs, his cock became even 
fatter and larger. 

The cock pushed forward, against the material, the outline of its head 
showing clearly through the material. 

My eyes watched it ravenously., It climbed closer and closer to the elastic 
of his waistband as the shorts were lowered over his legs. 

Suddenly, with a snapping sound, it broke free and sprang up, dancing 
horizontally out from his body. It twitched and it throbbed. And on the tip, 
I could see the shiny presence of passion. His passion ... 

Quickly, I pulled the shorts lower, taking one of his feet in my hand and 
lifting it so that it would slip out of the briefs. Then I lifted the other 
one. 

He was finally free. 

His body was completely naked. 

He was now completely mine. 

"Look at it!" he said, as I approached his prick. ' 'Look at it and worship 
it!" 

I complied, with the aid of his rawhide thongs. 

"Oh, you wonderful cock," I spoke to it. "Oh, you beautiful piece of meat!" 

Each time I spoke to it, the cock would throb and twitch restlessly. 

"Oh, I love you. I adore you. You're my one and only cock." 

"That's it, you filthy son of a bitch! Tell it. Tell it who's master here. 
Talk to it! Talk!" he said, bringing his stinging lash down onto my back 
again. 

"Oh, my loving cock, my master, fuck me! I want you to feel good, hot and 
wet, up in my ass. I want you to poke me, to stab my ass, my juicy hole. 
More and more of you will go in my ass, until all of you is completely in!" 

I continued talking, words spilling from my slobbering lips. 

My own words incited me further. 

My own words acknowledged my submission to him and to his cock. 

"Now kiss it on the head, but don't touch the wetness. Kiss it. Go on, kiss 
it!" he insisted, dragging the thongs over my sensitive flesh. 

I did as I was told. I raised off my hands and kissed it on the top of its 
head, as though I were some maid paying homage to a cobra. I kissed it 
delicately. 

I licked it lovingly and passionately. 

I didn't touch the wetness, but I wanted to. I wanted to taste it. 

"Now the balls," he ordered. "Kiss the balls. They're your gods, too. 
They're part of your master. Show your respect." 

I scrambled under his protruding cock and took the loose skin of his sac 
into my mouth. I kept pulling, sucking it in. And then I felt the hardness 
of one of his balls against my lips. 

I opened my lips, opened them wide. 

It slid in. 

I slowly worked my tongue around it, feeling its hardness slip around in my 
mouth. 

I pulled more of his sac into my mouth. Soon I felt his other nut approach 
my mouth. 

So, I opened my mouth wider and let the other ball slide in. 

My mouth was full. My cheeks were bulging. My tongue was working madly. 

My jaws were working cautiously, lest I bite too hard. I worked my jaws from 
side to side, up and down, grinding the meat of his sex between my lips. 

I saw the crack of his ass over me. I buried my nose in the bottom of it. 

The smell of perspiration mingled with the smell of shit. I was at once 
revulsed and attracted. 

The smell wasn't really too bad, after all. In fact it was rather 
intriguing. 

I turned my body so that I was sitting on the floor, my legs spread, my head 
back, buried beneath his balls. My tongue licked at the spot between his 
balls and his ass. 

My nose was just a little way from his ass hole. 

"Yeah, hot bitch! Yeah ... " He was beginning to moan now, too. His passion 
was getting to him. He was letting me have him. 

I wanted him! 

Cautiously, I bent my head back a little more, bracing my hands on the 
cheeks of his ass. 

I slipped closer to his ass. 

My nose touched it. I hesitated. I inhaled. It was heavenly. 

It was delicious. 

I buried my nose in it and pressed it against the right ring of his ass. I 
shoved and pushed, tried to sink my nose in. But it wouldn't go. 

I moved my mouth back farther, keeping my dripping tongue out, wetting his 
crack as I moved. 

My tongue touched the tight ring, wetting it, and then pushed against it. 

At first it was tight. It was tightly puckered. I couldn't enter it. 

Then he bent forward. His ass cheeks spread. His ass hole relaxed. 

My tongue began to slip in. 

I prodded and poked, making short little jabbing motions. And each time I 
did, my tongue probed him a little deeper. 

"Suck it, you slut!" he said. "Suck it into that face of yours. Suck it into 
your filthy mouth. Lick it out." 

I did as I was bade. 

I sucked hard ... harder. 

It moved into me. The whole ring came into my mouth. 

I held my tongue stiff and steady, breathing the odor from his hairy ass 
crack. As he pressed his ass against my face, my tongue moved into the warm 
depths of his ass hole. It seemed as if I were pulling, sucking and pushing, 
all at the same time, trying to taste as much of his bowels as I could. I 
couldn't get enough. 

After a minute, my tongue was as far as it would go. Still, it wasn't far 
enough. I wanted more. I could feel him tightening the ring of muscle at the 
entrance. His ass hole contracted, grasping my embedded tongue. It held my 
tongue tightly, pulling it even farther from my mouth. Keeping it lodged 
inside his warm, moist ass hole, I opened my lips wide to breathe. At the 
same time, I began fucking him, sliding my tongue in and out as best and as 
deeply as I could. 

At the same time, I played with his cock, grasping the warm, throbbing 
hardness in my first. I could hear him grunting with passion as I 
manipulated it, rubbing my hand up and down the rigid length. With my other 
hand, I cupped and squeezed his sensitive balls, hefting their weight, 
feeling them fill with a thick, scalding load of sperm. 

My tongue was beginning to tire inside his anus, but I couldn't release it 
completely. His muscles were holding it tight. It wouldn't come out, but 
then, I didn't really want it to. 

I could feel his nuts tightening in their sack and 1 knew that he was on the 
verge of coming so I released his cock from my grasp. Just then, he loosened 
his ass hole and broke away from me. 

"Come on," he said, "let's go into the bedroom where we can really get with 
it." 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The bedroom was fantastically beautiful. It was large, and had windows on 
two sides. He was completely secluded from the other tenants. On one side 
was the bathroom and dressing room. On the other side was his living room. 

The room was as good as soundproof. 

The bed was huge. It was covered by a black leather sheet. 

The wall opposite the foot of the bed was covered with mirrors which had 
been obscured by heavy drapes until he had pulled them back. 

"On the bed," he ordered, emotionless. I complied. 

"On your stomach!" 

I rolled onto my stomach. 

Quickly, before I could turn or object, he had grabbed my wrists and snapped 
a pair of handcuffs on them. They were locked behind me. 

Just as quickly, he snapped a pair of shackles on my feet. I spread my legs 
and discovered that there was a length of chain about a foot long between my 
ankles. I could only hobble if I tried to walk. 

"Now, cunt, we'll see how badly you really want it. Tell me," he said, "Tell 
me how you want it ... " 

I heard the sudden whistling sound and felt the sharp slap of a broad 
leather belt. 

He was standing beside the bed with his cock in one hand the other hand was 
holding a mean looking garrison belt. 

"How badly do you want it?" he sneered, shoving his cock forward. 

"Badly," I moaned. 

"Bad enough to have some more belt?" he asked. 

I hesitated. 

"Answer me! he shouted, angrily, "Yes ... " 

The belt cut me short. It crashed into my ass and I could feel the stinging 
welt it was raising. 

"Bad enough to have some more belt?" he asked again. 

"Yes ... " 

Again the belt hissed me. This time on the other ass cheek. It burned. It 
hurt. 

But it felt good. 

"More?" he asked. 

"I want to be fucked!" I shouted back. 

"More?" he asked again, as though I had not even spoken one word. 

"More," I echoed, resigning myself to him. 

"Let me hear you beg for it," he taunted. 

"More ... belt ... I want ... more belt." I continued. "Belt ... belt ... 
more ... give me more ... " 

My voice was going off on its own. I wasn't thinking of the words ... they 
were coming of their own accord. 

I got more belt. Hard. Over and over. My ass was tingling. Burning. It was 
hot. It was burning up. 

And I heard myself talking ... 

"Oh, more ... give me more .,. more of the belt ... whip me ... whip me." 

"Who am I?" 

I heard him ask me. I knew what I was supposed to say ... 

"My master," I intoned, seriously, eagerly. "You are my bond-master ... my 
boss ... my cock ... you are my ... " 

And again the belt cut me short. It lashed across both my buttocks, low, and 
I could feel it cutting the flesh. 

I didn't want to look. I only wanted to feel. 

I could feel my hips working. I could feel them shoving the cheeks of my ass 
upward, toward the source of my pain and my joy. 

I wanted, suddenly, to be beaten unmercifully. 

"Oh, hell," I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Beat me. Make me yours. Make 
my body cry. Make it hurt. Make it yours ... whip me ... beat me! Beat me! 
Beat me!" 

I screamed my plea over and over. And over and over he complied. 

I watched him as he beat me. His one hand worked methodically on his cock, 
skinning it back and then moving forward, forcefully, seductively, pressing 
the skin forward, increasing the size of the glistening glob of juice 
clinging to the head. 

His other hand was swinging loosely with his arm, grasping the big belt 
firmly. 

He was looking down on my body. His eyes flew over the length of my body. 
They were glazed. They were seeing through me. 

There was a cruel smile on his wet lips. His breath came fast. He was 
impassioned. 

He hit me again. 

I whimpered under him. Enjoying the feel of the pain in a way I never 
dreamed I could. 

"Beg, bitch ... beg for your master to love you ... let me hear you beg ... 
" 

I begged. 

"Yes ... yes, that's it ... whip me ... prove to me that you're my master 
... prove that I'm yours ... whip me ... whip me ... oh, please ... whip 
me!" 

What had come over me? I was playing the role of a masochist. 

And I was loving it. I was wallowing in the deliciousness of the slick, 
sticky leather under me. I was tingling at the pain behind me. I loved the 
feeling of the restraints on my body. 

I was a macochist. 

"Now what do you want, you shit-eating piece of dirt," he asked. 

I looked hungrily at his cock and the huge drop of clear fluid beginning to 
drop from the head of his prick. 

"That's what I want," I said ... "That's it the love juice. I want it on my 
tongue ... I want to taste it ... I want to lick it from you ... " 

I thought at first that he was going to let me have it. He leaned his body 
forward, over the bed and continued to massage his throbbing tool. 

The drop grew in size. He was milking more of that lubricating juice out of 
his cock. It was hanging in a great blob by a luminous thread of liquid. 

It extended further and further, lower and lower. I wanted it. I tried to 
move my body over so that I'd be under him. 

But the shackles stopped me. 

"Oh," I said, involuntarily. "Please ... please let me have it ... I want it 
I want your cock." 

But he wouldn't. 

I saw it come lower and lower, closer and closer to the leather covering. 

And then the drop fell loose. It fell to the leather and lay there in a huge 
puddle. 

"Now, you cock eater!" he spat at me. "Lick it up." 

I didn't need the encouragement his belt gave my ass. But I accepted it, 
willingly. 

I squirmed over the bed and planted my lips on the puddle. My tongue lapped 
it up, licking off the leather sheet until there was no trace of his juice. 

"Well? "he asked. 

Again I knew, somehow, what he expected me to say. "Thank you, master," I 
intoned. "Thank you for your juice ... Thank you ... thank you , ... thank 
you ... " 

Tears were filling my eyes. I was really grateful for this man letting me 
have his juice. I really felt like he had done me a great favor. 

"Now," he said, "How would you like to taste this cock? How would you like 
to feel it in your fucking throat? How would you like it down your throat, 
nun?" 

"Oh, anything," I said. "Anything at all." 

"Good," he answered. "But first, we have to take care of that little cunt of 
yours, don't we?" 

"Oh, yes," I said, remembering my hot cunt. It was aching to be filled. It 
was dripping wet. 

"What would you like up there, slave?" he asked me. 

"Anything," I said. "Anything at all. Please fill it ... fill it ... give it 
anything ... " 

I was grinding my hips into the mattress, pushing the lips of my swollen 
pussy hard against the bed. 

My tits were mashed under me and I didn't care. I delighted in the feeling 
of them being pressed broad and flat. My head was reeling. 

Bruce reached under the bed and brought forth what looked like a stubby 
dildo. It was ^only about two inches long. 

At its base, it had a large suction cup. 

Also attached to it was a long tube, to the end of which was a rubber bulb, 
similar to a blood pressure device. 

"How's this for a start?" he asked, teasing me by shoving it in my face. 

"Yes," I moaned, heatedly, "Anything ... Anything." 

"Then lick it. Wet it ... get it nice and moist for that hole of yours, 
baby. You're gonna get it and you're going to get it good," he threatened. 

Automatically my tongue shot from my mouth and slithered back and forth, 
over the stubby dildo. I licked it all over until it was wet, managing to 
deposit some of my sex slobber on Brace's fingers and hand as I did so. 

He turned the device upside down. "Now wet the cup, bitch. Wet it good, 
'cause that's going to hold tight for it to work for you. Wet it good. 
That's it; working your tongue like that will do it. Let me see that tongue 
... Yeah ... lick it ... " 

When I had saturated it, he spread my legs and planted the dildo firmly in 
the center of the bed, pressing it down so that the cup grasped the leather 
covering on the bed. 

"Okay, bitch," he told me. "Get to it. Get on it and let's see what you can 
do with it ... " 

I complied immediately. The mere thought of having my pussy worked excited 
me beyond a point where any inhibitions I had were completely washed away. 
All I wanted to do at this moment was get that thing up my ass. 

My body slid over it. I felt it pressing against my groin. 

I raised my body until it lodged itself in my crack. It wasn't big enough. 

It only pressed into the edge of my lips. 

I held my legs as far apart as the shackles would allow me and began bucking 
my hips onto it. 

It slipped into my lips and I let out a little moan as it brushed up against 
my clit. 

I had found the spot. I worked my hips frantically. 

"Yeah, cunt. Work on it ... get it in there ... " 

As he said this to me, he got on the bed and spread his legs so that his 
crotch was just out of reach of my tongue. He was slowly working on his 
cock. 

I could see his balls lift each time he moved his hand up to the head. I 
could see them roll liquidly within his sac. 

And then they would settle and nuzzle neatly between his legs as he lowered 
his hand. 

"Buck, baby, ... buck that ass. Let me see you buck." 

I began a steady bucking motion with my hips, rocking back and forth on my 
stomach. I could feel the little stubby dildo teasing and taunting my ass. 
It was barely rubbing my clit. 

"Oh, you ass hole. You should see what you look like. You should see in the 
mirror. Here," he said, producing a mirror and holding it in front of my 
face. "Look at what you look like. I want you to see how cheap and dirty you 
really are. You fucking slug ... " 

I looked into the mirror, I could see the crack of my ass. I could see the 
orange dildo poking into it. I could see my ass rising and falling on it. I 
could see the welts all over my ass. 

It was criss-crossed with them. And I remembered the feeling of the belt. 

"Oh, whip me," I begged. "Whip me some more ... I love it ... " 

"Naw, baby. You don't want too much of that. I don't want to kill you, I 
just want you to love it ... love it ... love it ... " 

He repeated himself like a broken record. And the words had their impact. 
They pressed further and further into my mind. Love it ... love it ... love 
it ... 

I could only associate the thought with the act of the moment. I could only 
think of the dildo. 

"How would you like a little more?" he asked, looking down on me and into 
the large mirror alternately. 

I raised my head, my eyes speaking for me and my hips confirming my desire. 

He picked up the rubber bulb and squeezed it a couple of times. 

I felt the reaction. He was pumping air in to the bladder of the rubber 
stub. It started to grow, slowly. I could feel it poking deeper into my ass 
hole, pressing harder against my ass. 

"How's that," he asked, sounding very much like he didn't really care. 

"Oh ... beautiful ... " I moaned, "It's hitting my clit harder ... it's 
beautiful ... beautiful ... " 

I lent proof to my words by bucking harder on the stubby shaft within me. 

"Now," he said, "The rest is up to you. It's all up to you ... " 

Saying this, he placed the bulb at his groin, resting it against the base of 
his cock, nestling it in his hairs. 

"Suck!" he spat. "Let me feel your mouth! The more you suck, the more dildo 
you get. The more you suck ... the more your ass hole gets. Now suck!" 

He pushed himself forward. 

Saying nothing, I arched my back and pressed my groin onto the dildo for 
support. Without my hands, I couldn't raise my head easily. 

But I managed to raise high enough to latch my lips onto the head of his 
cock. It was moist and sticky. It was salty and sweet. It was hard, stiff, 
throbbing. 

I opened my lips and let the head slip into my face. I let my eyes come open 
and I saw the bulb in front of me, but ... it was so far away. 

I had a driving desire to have more of that dildo. I had to have that dildo. 

I pressed my mouth down on his cock and felt it slip into me further. The 
crown of his cock passed my teeth and it seemed to fill my mouth. How was I 
to reach that bulb ... so far away. 

I continued my efforts, writhing on the bed, anchored to the dildo on one 
end and a stiff cock on the other end. 

"Here," I heard him say. I looked up, not removing my mouth from his cock. 

He pushed a white cloth in my face, covering my nose. I inhaled deeply. 

I felt a coolness ... drenching my body ... relaxing my nerves ... making me 
go numb ... 

"Breathe deeply and relax, relax ... that's it, just relax ... breathe ... 
relax ... " 

He filled the room and my head with his voice. 

I could think of nothing. I could only relax ... and breathe. 

The chemical on the cloth was reducing me to a limp rag. I felt, vaguely, 
his cock creeping into my throat, slowly and steadily. 

I felt the dildo pressing into my ass hole, firmly. 

I was torn between the two. I couldn't unscramble my thoughts. 

I could only breathe ... and relax. 

Through eyes that really couldn't focus, I saw the bulb coming closer ... 
closer ... closer. 

I felt the cock slip into my throat, deeper, deeper, deeper. 

He resprayed the cloth and replaced it, completely cutting off any outside, 
clear air I might get. 

"Breathe, slut ... whore ... slave ... you fucking slave ... breathe ... 
relax ... breathe ... relax ... let that ass relax ... " 

I was relaxing. I could feel the disjointed feeling of my hips ... my 
pelvis. It was no longer a part of me. It was separate from me. It was 
pressing on the stubby dildo. 

I felt something at my forehead and looked. It was the bulb. I bucked 
against it, pressing it slightly, and I felt the dildo respond. It firmed up 
some more and I could tell it had grown, if only slightly. 

I marveled that I had negotiated so much of his cock. I relaxed, feeling his 
tool lodged deep in my throat. I could hear my breath whistling around it, 
my mouth opened wide, my teeth and lips not even touching the stem of his 
meat. 

But I could breathe, and his cock was in my throat. I rolled my head from 
side to side and could feel his meat move in my throat. It was tight. It was 
hot. 

I was hungry and I pressed down on him, devouring his manhood, I felt the 
tender pressure of the bulb against my forehead again and I bucked. 

This time I could press hard on it. 

"Heave! Buck! Fuck yourself ... fuck yourself ... come on fuck ... fuck ... 
" 

I was putty. I was under his complete control. If he had told me to jump 
from the window at that moment, I would have. 

"Suck ... suck it ... eat it up ... lap on it ... yeah, bitch, yeah, you 
slimy whore ... suck, suck a man ... suck cock ... cock." 

His voice droned on and on, it echoed in my head. There was nothing but 
sound in my head. I couldn't escape it. 

I didn't want to. 

I wanted to suck ... I wanted to eat it up ... I wanted to lap his maleness 
... I wanted to eat his cock. 

"Ugh," I heard my own voice, in response to another thrust of the dildo in 
my cunt. My hips were pressing down on it, forcing it into me, forcing it to 
spread my lips, forcing it to fuck me, forcing it to make me want it ... 
forcing me on ... for more. 

Again I bucked on Bruce's cock and slammed my head toward the bulb. I made 
contact and pressed it hard ... once . , . twice ... three times ... 

It lurched, it pushed ... it pressed. 

Deeper into me it crawled. 

Wider and wider it stretched my lips. 

More and more I wanted. 

The taste of Bruce's cock came to my consciousness again. That delicious, 
hard shaft planted in my throat. I began swallowing it, contracting my 
throat muscles, milking it, pulling at it. 

At the same time I kept working my head up and down, pressing it deep into 
his crotch. Each time making contact with the bulb. 

Each time pressing it flat. 

Each time inflating the dildo, and each time getting it further into me. 

Each time feeling greater depravity immerse me. 

I brought my legs close together. I could feel the firmness of the weapon 
between my legs. I rocked my hips from side to side and felt its flexible 
rigidity. I could feel it pressing against the walls of my dripping ass. 

I was getting near. 

I wanted to come. 

I pumped and throbbed on it wildly. 

"That's it ... work it ... there's more. Take it, take it all, fuck, suck, 
you slut." 

Each one of his words formed a picture in my mind, and I lived each picture. 

I worked my cunt, feeling it slide up and down the rigid, almost coarse 
staff between my legs. 

Striving to take more and more. 

Striving to satisfy Bruce by taking it. 

Striving to take it all. 

Fucking myself with his dildo. 

Sucking his cock greedily. 

Feeling like the dirty, filthy slut he had called me. 

And loving the feeling. 

He placed his hands on either side of my head and began to work my head up 
and down the length of his torrid tool. He lifted my head, arched my back 
and pulled me off him until only the tip of the throbbing tool was pressing 
against my lips, seductively. 

Then he gently but forcefully pulled my head into him, forcing his maleness 
deep into my throat; forcing my face into his crotch. 

Forcing my head to flatten the rubber orb lying on his groin. 

Forcing the dildo to climb deeper into my ass canal. 

I was an animal. I was depravity. 

I was moaning incoherently, slobbering, writhing, wallowing in the filth of 
sex. Loving the delights of boundless sensuality. 

I grunted against the dildo, forcing my pussy lips out, forming a huge ring 
of flesh that rode the length of it. I had no idea how deeply it was planted 
into me on my downward thrust. I had no idea of how much I slipped out. 

I felt like a million miles of hot cock was crawling into me. 

"Wait a minute!" Brace suddenly said. "I forgot something ... " 

He reached over the side of the bed and brought up a tube of ointment. 

He twisted a little screw in the rubber orb and I felt the dildo begin to 
deflate, to retreat from me, to go soft. Almost like a cock after it had 
come. 

He got to his knees and pulled the flaccid dildo from my ass; my lips hung 
loose, dripping my passion until I formed a puddle under me. I could feel a 
sticky wetness smearing all over my groin. But I didn't care. 

I turned my head and saw Bruce press the head of the tube against the head 
of the dildo. He was forcing the ointment into a little sac in the dildo. He 
forced nearly half the small tube's contents into the depraved instrument. 

When he finished, he replaced the stubby little mound of pink rubber against 
my ass hole once again. 

Then he resumed his position in front of my face. He replaced the rubber 
ball on his groin, just as it had been. 

His cock was still rampant. It was throbbing and its head showed the proof 
of his passions. It was freely dripping that clear, slick, salty-sweet fluid 
that serves so well as a lubricant. 

My greedy tongue lapped at it hungrily. I wanted every bit of it I could 
get. 

"Now, slave," he said in my ear, "now you can really go to town. Now you can 
prove to me what a fucking slave you are ... Fuck that dildo now ... " 

As he said this, he again covered my nose and mouth so that I could only 
breathe the fumes from the cloth. 

Once again I drifted into a world of total oblivion. An orange ball formed 
in the back of my head and began moving forward. In its wake it left 
complete submission, complete abandon. 

Almost at a distance, I felt my hips throbbing on the dildo. I was vaguely 
conscious of Bruce's cock poking into my throat, conscious, too, of the 
rubber ball being repeatedly pressed against my forehead. 

But most of all, I was conscious of the sensations coming from my groin. 
They were like millions of needles, stabbing every inch of my anal canal. 

I knew I was riding up and down on the dildo. I knew it was inflated 
considerably. I knew it wasn't as rough as it felt. 

Then it occurred to me ... the ointment ... My ass was draining it from the 
head of the dildo and transporting it back and forth along my canal. 

The heat increased. It ran down my legs toward my feet. It burned everything 
in its wake. 

It spread through my stomach, destroying any sense of restraint, any sense 
of decency, any thought of reality. 

"Yeah, how's that, whore? How's that dildo now, slave, like it? Want it? 
Take it all ... let me see that ass hole fly ... yeah. That's it ... push 
them out ... push those lips out ... way out ... let heaven in ... fuck." 

Fortunately, he was holding my head and working it back and forth on his 
cock. I didn't have to concentrate on that. I only had to think of my ass 
hole. 

I only had to think of satisfying my ass. I only had to think of filling it. 

I pumped and moaned. I ground my hips, twisted my pelvis, arched my back. 

I slammed myself down on it and could hear the force of my body hit the bed. 

The fire was consuming me. 

The odor coming from the cloth was overcoming me. 

My head was spinning. My ears were ringing, my eyes blinded by the lights 
flashing inside my head. 

I was wanton. I was sex ... feeding on itself ... I wanted him to see me ... 
I wanted to please him. 

Suddenly there was no other thought in my mind, but to please him. I knew he 
was watching me. I knew he was judging me, 1 wanted to please him ... I 
wanted to show him. 

Then it happened. 

Amid the burning, throbbing sensations in my ass there rose an 
all-encompassing feeling of climax. My stomach tightened, my legs tensed, my 
back stiffened. My ass hole pushed out, harder and harder against the 
invading representative of sex. My lips were turned inside out. My ring of 
flesh was slapping against the leather covering on every descent. 

Even with Bruce's cock buried in my throat I managed to make animallike 
gurgling sounds. I could feel his rigid cock trying to probe deeper into me. 
I gulped at him; fed on his animal sex, thrived on his physical invasion of 
me. 

I could feel the hot juices of my climax welling up inside my stomach, 
running down through the channels inside my cunt. 

My body exploded with the force of my orgasm. Hot, garbled moans escaped my 
cock-filled throat. My body writhed in orgasmic ecstasy. My hips thrashed 
about as the hot juice of my come spewed from my palpitating, convulsing 
hole. 

As my own come raced through me, I felt the cock inside my mouth swell. I 
sucked harder, knowing what was about to happen. The head of his cock was 
pressing against the back of my throat when the first thick, white gush of 
sperm came shooting from his piss hole. I swallowed it hungrily, sucking at 
the same time. I couldn't swallow fast enough and finally thick, globs of 
come ran from the corners of my stuffed mouth, rolling down my chin and then 
dripping onto my heaving titties. 

Suddenly, the cock was pulled from my mouth and I could feel the remainder 
of his come shooting all over my face, landing in a hot, sticky mess on my 
eyes and forehead, with the last few drops squirting onto my nose and mouth. 

I moaned with passion, feeling total degradation at last. I was being used 
and I loved it. I began feeling totally spent, drained of all feeling. I 
felt a calm, relaxing coolness creeping over my entire body. Sounds became 
more and more distant. I could imagine the way I looked, the globs of come 
covering my face already cold and beginning to harden, forming a crust. 

"You fucking slut," was the last thing I heard. I was totally and completely 
out of it. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"How would you like to go for a ride in the country, slut?" Bruce asked me 
over coffee the following bright morning. 

I was surprised at his attitude and tone. I didn't expect him to carry his 
thoughts of our sex session over into ordinary conversation. But I didn't 
make any scene. I ignored the implications. 

"That would be nice," I answered. 

"Good. Then, after we've cleaned up, I know just the place to go. By the 
way, have you looked at your backside this morning?" 

"As a matter of fact, I have," I answered. "I don't like what I see." 

"But you liked getting it, didn't you?" 

"Well ... " 

"Didn't you?" he persisted. 

"Under the circumstances of the moment, I did. But that doesn't mean I have 
to like the after-effects." 

"It's all part of the game, baby," his sober voice intoned. 

I thought over what he had just said. I supposed that I had to agree with 
him. 

We finished our breakfast in relative simplicity and silence. 

"Oh," I said. "This is absolutely wonderful. It's delicious just to be able 
to lie back and enjoy the clean silence of the country." 

"Yeah," Bruce answered. "It's nice once in a while. In fact, it's even nicer 
when you've got a hot ass hole wrapped around your cock, or I guess it could 
also be a cunt depending on taste." 

I looked at him sharply. He had the habit of saying the strangest things at 
the strangest times. 

Sex was the farthest thing from my mind. I was drinking in the delights of 
nature's country air and hearing the happy, carefree sounds of the country. 
I really wasn't thinking about sex at all. 

But when he said that, the thought suddenly came to me that I still had not 
gotten his cock into me. He had managed to avoid that scene. I still really 
wanted him. 

My crotch gave an involuntary twitch of anticipation. 

"I guess you're right," I agreed. 

"How would you like a stiff cock up that ass of yours?" he asked. 

I didn't know how to answer him. 

"You're still hungry for cock, aren't you?" he went on. 

"I guess I am," I answered. 

"Then, feel this," he suggested, taking my hand and resting it over his 
crotch. 

I could feel his manliness coming to the fore once again. His huge cock had 
already begun to firm up. I could feel coiled power throbbing and twitching 
within the confines of his briefs. 

Just the touch of him started my insides churning. My ass hole began to 
ready itself. My breasts drew tight and the nipples stood up, hard and 
eager. 

My mind began to reel, conjuring up visions of his huge cock slipping into 
my love-hole. 

I closed my fingers over him. 

"Like that, don't you bitch?" he asked, his voice now hard. 

"Yes," I murmured softly. 

"Then love it," he said, shoving himself into my hand. "Show me how you love 
it." 

I tried, but his tight slacks and his even tighter briefs held his member in 
strict confinement. I could do no more than open the fly of his pants and 
stroke his fullness within his briefs. 

But even that small consolation was enough to satisfy me for the moment. 

I caressed it, stroking my fingers back and forth over the length of it. I 
felt it harden and straighten out. 

He, on the other hand, lay on his back, resting his head in his hands, and 
looked up at the sky, impassively. 

His aloofness bothered me. I resolved to break through it. 

"Bruce, please fuck me." 

He responded by pressing his crotch against my hand again. 

"Bruce," I repeated, softly and seductively, "please fuck me with that cock. 
You promised to do it last night. You threatened to do it at Bill's. But 
you've held me off. Why?" 

"Because I want you to really want it," he said in a matter of fact voice. 
"I want you to really worship this cock of mine. And the only way you can do 
that is to want it bad-really bad. I want to see your mouth water for the 
taste of it," he continued. "I want to see your cunt lips work for the feel 
of it." 

"But haven't I convinced you that I really want it? What do I really have to 
do?" 

"Become my slave!" he spat, turning his head look me squarely in the eyes. 

"Your slave?" I asked, surprised. 

"Yes. My slave." 

"But what does a slave do to prove she wants cock?" I asked, trying to 
remain calm and appear unconcerned. 

"A slave, you filthy slut, lets her man know he is her master. She 
subjugates herself to his will." 

"Oh. And how does she do that?" 

"Suck my toes," he ordered. 

I looked at him. 

"I said, suck my toes!" his voice was hard. 

I didn't move. 

"See? You're not really a slave yet. Any other bitch would have been busy 
already. You're too wrapped up in your own little pride and independence to 
be a good slave. 

"You're just a whore-a lowdown whore. Give you something up your cunt and 
you'll do anything. That is, anything so long as you don't have to work for 
it." 

I didn't understand this man. How could he be so cold, so cruel, without 
moving a muscle? 

I was hurt. I wanted to cry. 

I moved my hand away from his crotch and danced it down his hard leg, toward 
his knee. It went down over his calf and onto his foot. I undid the buckle 
of his sandal and it fell from his foot. 

I looked him in the face. He was glaring at me. His eyes were like cold 
steel. He said nothing. He moved nothing. 

Slowly, as though wanting to be certain he was aware of my movements, I 
changed my position. I slid low on the blanket, moving toward his foot. 

I wanted to please this man. I wanted to win him. And to do so, I would have 
to play by his rules-rules that I really didn't find very difficult. It was 
only that it was such a new role- such a new experience. 

My lips touched the skin of the sole of his foot, gently, lovingly. My 
tongue crept from between my lips, hesitantly. 

Contact was made. 

His foot moved. It twitched. 

Confidently now, my tongue came full out of my mouth and I ran it the length 
of his foot. The taste and the smell of his masculine odors was arousing me. 

"Ohhhh," I moaned. 

"Bitch! Cunt! Whore! Slut!" he replied, pushing his foot harder and harder 
against my lips, pressing them against my teeth. It hurt. 

I retreated so as to reduce the pressure. 

He pressed again, hard, turning the toes of his foot downward, flattening my 
nose against my face. 

I continued to suck his foot and lick it all over. 

"Eat it, you filthy, cock-loving piece of trash!" he said, his voice once 
again impersonal. But this time it sounded a bit more excited. 

I did as I was bid. 

I had wet his foot as much as I could, and moved up his leg as far as his 
pants would allow. 

I was excited, now. My hand was between my legs, rubbing my already moist 
twat. 

"Oh, Bruce," I said. "Oh, Bruce, fuck me. Please fuck me!" 

"When you're ready for it," he said. "When you're really ready for it." 

"But I am ready," I whimpered, continuing to lick his foot. "I'm ready for 
you, hungry for you." 

"But do you want cock?" 

"Oh, yes, I want your cock. I want it in me. I want to feel it stretch me, 
stab me, poke me-anything! Only please fuck me, now!" 

As I was saying this, I was busy removing my clothing. My body was on fire. 
I was lost in another sea of passion, drenched in desire, drained of 
restraints. 

"Oh, slam it to me," I moaned, spreading my legs and rolling on my back." 

"Wait right here," Bruce said, sitting up and putting his sandal back on. 
"I've got to get something." 

I looked at him, longingly, hungrily. 

He saw my gaze. "You really are turned on, aren't you-?" he observed. 

"For you, yes," I said, "For your cock, for your balls." 

"Good. Now you be a nice cunt and lie right there. I'll be right back." 

He got to his feet, continuing to stare at my nude body lying there, waiting 
for him to conquer me. He had already conquered me mentally. Now I wanted 
him to conquer me physically. 

I stroked my cunt gently, pressing my finger against the aroused stem of 
flesh-my clit. It sent a tingle through my body. 

I wanted Bruce back with me. I didn't even want him to go away for a moment. 

I watched him as he walked away, his tall frame working like a well-oiled 
machine. His ass and hips rose and fell under the tight material of his 
pants. 

I watched him as he went down the path toward the car. I heard the car door 
open and close. 

And then I heard the engine! 

It roared to life and I heard the car drive away. Very quickly. 

I was incensed. I was furious. Forty miles from anywhere and I was stranded. 
I was so angry and upset that I didn't dress. I kept calling him queer and 
yelling all sorts of obscenities at him; too bad he couldn't hear me. 

I was soon exhausted; I lay down and fumed. 

And while I did, I continued stroking into my cunt with my finger! 

Warm feelings immersed my body, but my mind would not rest. I had been 
dumped. I had been left high and dry. 

Still feeling the pangs of passion, I slowly got back into my clothing. I 
folded the blanket and then decided to leave it. It was Bruce's. It wasn't 
mine. 

On the highway, I started walking back toward the city. Forty miles ... 

The sound of an automobile came to my ears and I turned to see what it was. 
It was a pickup truck, and as the driver saw me, it slowed down. 

Without hesitation or questions, I got in. 

"Where are you going?" the driver asked. 

He was in his late thirties, stocky of build and well-tanned from plenty of 
outdoor living. The dirt under his nails told me he was a farmer. 

"Back to the city. Back to Boston," I said dejectedly. 

"What are you doing out here all by yourself?" 

he asked. 

"You wouldn't believe it if 1 told you," I answered. 

"Try me," he prodded. 

"How far are you going?" I asked, ignoring his offer to serve as my 
confessor. 

"I'm going into the city, too," he answered, a sharp and even white line of 
teeth showing from between his lips. 

The vehicle started to move back onto the high-way and I relaxed in the 
seat, slipping my hips forward and resting my head on the back of the seat. 
I was tired. 

"This is no place for a girl to be, dressed the way you're dressed," he 
commented. 

"Why not?" I asked curiously. 

"Well, for one thing," he began, "Those togs are for city walking, not for 
the country. And for another thing, those clothes are too revealing. They 
show too much. You could get yourself attacked or something." 

"The way I feel," I said, "I don't think I could really care." 

"Is that right?" he asked. 

His hand was on my breast. 

I sat up, quickly, brushing his hand away and trying to appear indignant. 

The feeling was exciting. The feel of a man's hand on my breast turned on an 
alarm. My system was ready for him-a man! He was a man! I wanted him, even 
in spite of my anger with Bruce. Yes, I wanted this man. 

I wanted revenge on Bruce. I wanted to show him I could do without his slimy 
cock-but it was a beautiful, long cock. 

"What's your name?" he asked. "Mine is Jim." 

"I'm Kim," I answered, feeling his hand close about my tit again. 

"Glad to meet you," he said, applying more pressure to my breast. 

I looked over at him, seeking out his crotch. There was life there. It 
promised pleasure. 

His tool rested along his left leg, poking down toward his knee. It was fat, 
and I could see the outline of its head pressing against the material of his 
jeans. 

I reached over and rested my hand on its hardness. It really excited me. 

Without saying anything, he pulled off the highway onto an old, little-used 
dirt road. It went only a short way, ending in a clump of trees, secure from 
the road. 

He switched off the truck's ignition and turned toward me and leaned 
forward. One of his hands reached for the back of my head and pulled me 
toward him. 

At the same time, his other hand was slipping, quickly, impatiently, up my 
leg. It went up the inside of my thigh. 

Our lips met and his coarse beard scratched into my face. 

I felt my body going limp in his massive embrace. I felt my legs relax and 
slowly slip apart, minimizing any impediment that might slow his progress. 

I wanted to be fucked. 

I was going to be fucked. 

"Oh, baby," he whispered into my ear, "You're some dish!" 

"Ohhhh," was all I could respond. His fingers had come in contact with my 
pussy and I felt my hips give way involuntarily. 

His expert fingers soon found my clit and he started rubbing it with his 
index finger. 

I could feel the sandpaper roughness of his windburned fingers. 

I liked it. 

I reached down between his legs and deftly opened his fly and slipped my 
hand inside, down his left leg, along the length of his stiff cock. 

It was fat, hard and seemed to be very long, too. Just the way I like cock. 

It was uncircumcised, and the loose skin clung to his cock-head. 

"What say we get ourselves comfortable," he suggested, not moving his body. 

"Great," I responded. 

We moved from the truck, and Jim turned to pull the seat from the vehicle. 

He laid it on the ground near the truck and began to slip out of his 
clothes. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it over the side of the truck. 

He was muscularly well-developed. The muscles rippled under his taut skin, 
the nipples of his chest looked like bull's-eyes on a pair of hairy targets. 

His chest was covered by a thin layer of black hair that his sweat had 
matted in little ringlets here and there. 

When his pants fell, I saw that his legs were strong, powerful, and stocky. 
They were hard and full, and came together at his crotch between his rigid 
cock. This wanger was curved, and the pink skin of the crown glared through 
the dark ring of foreskin covering it. 

I had already slipped out of my simple clothing. I fell to my knees in front 
of him, darting my tongue out to brush his nuts, which were tightly drawn in 
their sac. They nestled at the base of his cock. 

Feverishly, I wet them, poking my tongue between his legs, under his balls, 
up over the under- 95 side of his cock and onto hard flesh of the cock-head. 

Cock, cock, cock-the thought was buzzing in my mind. I wanted cock, cock, 
cock. 

My hands were busy slipping him out of his loafers and socks. 

He stood nude before me. 

My body quivered with hunger. It shook with the excitement of what was about 
to happen. 

Jim pushed his cock downward from the base, and it changed its direction, 
poking directly at me. 

I opened my mouth and engulfed the head, slipping my mouth completely from 
his cock to have another look. 

The foreskin nestled behind the crown of his cock-head, excited me. My cunt 
was screaming for its share. 

Slowly. I let my body slip from him, back onto the seat, which was just 
behind me. 

I spread myself on it, lying across the seat. My head was high at the end of 
the cushion. 

Jim stood over me, stroking his cock gently, looking down on my pussy; its 
lips were pulled back, offering themselves and their depths to him. 

He came down onto me, slowly, gently, aiming his cock directly for my cunt. 
He found the target without difficulty and slid it into me. 

Oh, the glorious feeling! 

His hot, dry skin scraped against the walls of my overheated cunt. It felt 
like a steel poker with rough edges inviting itself for a stay. 

Deeper and deeper it slipped. I could feel the lips being stretched by the 
broadness of his cock-base. His cock fitted into me snugly, tightly. 

When he had lowered his full weight on top of me, his coarse chest hairs 
rubbed harshly against my sensitive breasts. He covered my mouth with his 
tongue. 

The tongue made wide circles, wetting the outside of my lips, moving around 
and around slowly, but very expertly, reducing the size so that he was 
licking me directly on the lips, then on the inside of my lips. 

Then his tongue was scraping against my teeth, moving ever forward onto my 
tongue. It went around and over the roof of my mouth, back into my throat, 
tickling my tonsils, twitching, poking. 

My hands were on his back, pulling his body into mine, forcing him to 
flatten my breasts. I could feel his heart beating within his chest. Its 
pounding rhythm caught me and dragged me along with it. 

I lowered my hands on his back, down over the fullness of his hairy ass. I 
cupped his buttocks in my hands, my fingers spread them wide, and I pushed 
my crotch up into him. 

"Aahhhh," he cried. "That is really a beautiful cunt!" 

"Ohhhh," I echoed, mimicking his tone, "that beautiful prick!" 

I began and maintained a steady rhythm, pushing my loins up into him, 
sinking his cock to the hilt, but not withdrawing it-only relieving the 
pressure. 

I started swiveling my hips, making circles with my snatch. I could feel his 
cock responding to my movements. It was circling inside of me, the base 
being held firm by my swollen pussy lips, and the head of the shaft swinging 
in a larger, more encompassing arc. 

It pushed and scraped against the walls of my sensitive cunt. 

It prodded its way home. 

Suddenly, he raised his body off me, holding it straight, bracing it on his 
extended arms. 

"Hold that box still, baby," he said. "This ride's on me!" 

And with that, he began taking long strokes into me, lowering his entire 
body until he was lying on me. And then, straightening his arms, he lifted 
his whole body from me. 

His eyes were on his cock. He was watching it appear and disappear, 
alternately, as it slipped in and out of my waiting cunt. 

I was delirious. I couldn't hold myself still. I had to move. I had to have 
him. Quickly! Completely ! 

"Oh, fuck, fuck me!" I moaned. 

"Will do," he said, through gritted teeth. "Will do." And he renewed his 
plunges, picking up speed. 

My head was lying back over the seat. My hair was tangled in the grass. My 
eyes were closed and my mouth hung open. 

"Oh, that cock!" I moaned. "That beautiful cock. Give it to me! Fuck it into 
my wet cunt!" 

My hips were gyrating obscenely. My heels were dug into the soft soil. I was 
bucking up to meet his every thrust, greedily. 

"Oh, wow!" he said. "Oh, wow! That pussy's hot, biting and burning. It 
hasn't been had for a long time," he went on. "But it's going to get fucked 
now! It's really going to get it! Just like you want it-hard and deep." 

I stifled a chuckle. I couldn't imagine where he got the idea that my pussy 
had not been touched for a long time. If I were to tell him what had really 
happened to me. I doubted he would believe me. 

"You don't know how badly it wants to be fucked," I said. "You don't know 
... how much it really wants it!" 

I was lunging up against him, furiously slapping my groin against him. I 
could hear the moist slapping sounds of our flesh as it came into contact. 

I raised my head and looked at him. He was staring fascinated at his cock, 
little dribbles of saliva clinging to the corners of his mouth. He was 
really going to town. 

I looked down and saw what he saw. 

His glistening shaft was slamming into me like a well-lubricated piston: in 
and out, in and out. 

I slid lower on the seat cushion, changing the direction of his cock, 
forcing it to push more directly downward into me. And, as I did so, I felt 
it begin to rub against my clit. 

"Oh, that's it, man," I rasped. "Fuck it into me. Tear my cunt apart. Plow 
it with that tool!" 

"I am, baby," he said, "I am! It's so good, I don't want to come-ever! I 
want to spend the rest of the day here, just plugging you. Right up your 
cunt. Right up that beautiful, wetly hungry cunt of yours." 

I was clinging to his every word. I was wallowing in the sensuality of the 
sex he was radiating. 

His body was glistening from his effort. It shone and reflected the light 
like polished marble. 

It was hard as a rock, his muscles tensed, his whole body was on me. It was 
forceful, overpowering, and manly. 

I could feel bells start to vibrate in my head. 

I could hear them in my ears. 

The sound waves they created numbed my nerves, chilled my blood. 

The feeling crept slowly but relentlessly down my body-closer to my cunt 
with every passing instant. 

I didn't want it to stop. I didn't want it to end. 

I tried to fight it off. But it would not slow. It would not stop. 

Lower and lower the warm numbness engulfed me. There was no more paramount 
point of attention to my body than my cunt. 

It was tingling. 

It was throbbing. 

It was coming! 

"I'm coming ... I'm coming ... I'm ... I'm shooting ... Aaaggghhh!" 

I felt the food of life gushing out of me. I felt my head tighten, the 
invisible band around my forehead pulling tighter and tighter, cutting off 
any sense of reason. The birds all disappeared. Smells vanished. 

I could only see the blinding sun glaring down on me through the trees. 

I could feel my body coming apart. I could feel tension dripping from me, 
running from me. It left me limp and wilted. 

My body went limp and my head continued to spin. 

"Oh, baby," I heard, as though from a distance. "Oh baby! Shit! Oh shit, I 
can't hold it anymore! I don't want to come ... I don't want to! But I can't 
help it. I have to ... I have to ... " 

I flew into a sexual rage. My body began contorting wildly. My legs flew 
into the air and locked around him. My cunt sucked hungrily on his torrid 
tool. 

My nails dug into his back. I bit his ear. I clung to him like a leech, 
draining not his blood, but his come. 

Then there was a throb. Then another one. 

"Oh, shit! Now, there it is ... oh, shit! Take it, baby ... take it. Take it 
all ... " 

His hips arched into me, stabbing me almost painfully, lodging himself deep 
in my canal. 

And then I felt it. 

Liquid fire! Draining into me! Running down my canal. 

It was seeping out the limp lips of my womanhood. 

It was burning ... searing ... scorching! 

We lay there for a very long time after that. His cock did not soften. It 
remained hard. 

We rolled off the seat onto the soft, cool grass, our bodies still locked 
together in their carnal embrace. 

He kissed me and we made love again. 

He continued to stroke his cock into me, gently, caressingly, lovingly. 

"Oh, please," I begged, "fuck me again. Give it to me please. I can't stand 
it. I've got to have that cock. Oh, shit, my cunt's burning. I've got to be 
fucked. Jesus, fuck me. FUCK ME!" 

"Oh. Jesus, baby, if only I could. You just don't know what you did to me. 
Christ, you just don't know." 

"But I want it. Please, God, I need it. My cunt's on fire." I was almost 
crying. I was crying. 

"Baby, try to understand! You're just too much for me-too much. Usually I 
can fuck a second time, but you're just too much fucking cunt. Do you 
understand?" 

I was too consumed by the fires raging inside me to either hear or 
understand what he was saying to me. 

"Oh, please," I begged. "Fuck it. Fuck me. Fuck my cunt." 

"But I can't, god dammit. That cunt of yours is too much for one cock; too 
much for this cock." 

And then he was free of me. His cock popped from my throbbing, itching hole, 
sounding like a cork from a bottle of wine. 

Silently, we dressed and Jim drove me back home. All the way back to the 
city I was unable to sit still in the car. The burning itch inside my cunt 
increased and I found myself praying that Jim would fuck me again. And if he 
didn't, what would I do? 

The juice was oozing out of me, soaking my already wet panties. The smell of 
cunt, my cunt, filled the car. For a minute, I was tempted to just pull my 
panties off and finger-fuck myself, but I decided to wait. There might still 
be a cock waiting for me. You never could tell. 

By the time we got to my place, the temperature inside my cunt had died down 
slightly, but I was still starving for a nice, hard cock. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

My phone was ringing as I was let into my apartment by the doorman. 

"Hello?" I said into it. 

"Hi," came the cheery voice from the other end. It was Bruce! 

"Bruce! You have your nerve, you bastard!" I spat into the instrument. "What 
the hell do you want?" 

"Well, baby," he said--I knew he was smiling -"I just thought you might want 
your purse ... " 

"My purse! So that's how you got my number." I was so angry I was turning 
red. 

"Well, do you want it or not?" he went on. 

"Certainly I want it," I shouted at him. "I need it. How can I get it?" 

"Just cool it, baby," he said. "I've got to come into the city this evening 
and I can drop it off to you. Okay?" 

"Well ... " My voice was a little more calm. 

"Alright?" he cut in. 

"Alright," I repeated. "When will you be here?" 

"Shortly. I'm leaving now, but I have one stop to make. See you in about an 
hour." 

"Well, okay," I said, my voice sounding forgiving. "But please don't be too 
late. I want to go out this evening and I need my keys." 

"See you," he said, a lilt in his voice. 

And the line went dead. That bastard! I thought. That no good bastard! 

I flew to the house phone when it rang sixty minutes later. 

"Yes?" I asked. 

"There's a gentleman down here ... a Mr. Bruce," the voice on the other end 
said. 

"Mr. Bruce?" I asked, puzzled. "Oh, yes," I said, realizing what the doorman 
had said. "Send him up." 

A few minutes later the doorbell rang. There, when I opened the door, stood 
Bruce. Fresh. Clean. Carefree. 

"Well," he said, after I glared at him for a few minutes. "Aren't you going 
to invite me in?" 

"Yes. Do come in," I said coldly, almost professionally. 

I stepped aside to let him enter, and as he did so, I was about to close the 
door when I felt a pres- sure on it. I looked around it and saw that there 
was a very young girl coming in. She was very attractive, but very young. 

"Oh," Bruce said when he saw my surprise. "This is Lana." 

"Hello," I said, cordially. 

"Hi," she said, breezily. 

She was short, a very attractive girl. Well developed. Very confident. 

"What's to drink?" Bruce asked. 

"A ... " I said. 

"We'll have scotch," he announced flatly. "What're you going to have?" 

I was taken back by his boldness and found myself answering him before I 
could stop myself. 

"I'll have scotch, also. It's in the bar over there. I'll get some cubes." 

I quickly left the room and took the ice tray from the refrigerator. 

I wondered why Bruce had brought Lana. I supposed it was to reduce the risk 
or chance of a scene. 

As I returned to the living room, Bruce greeted me. "Ah, here we are ... 
Ice." 

He dropped the cubes into the three large, straight drinks he had poured and 
passed them around, giving me the first. 

"Oh," he continued, "here it is." 

He held my small purse out. "It's all here. Everything. I didn't even take 
anything for services rendered." 

I shot a glance at him and glared. The daggers in my look were clearly, 
visible to Lana, I'm sure. But I said nothing. 

I accepted the small container and tossed it into the desk, not even 
bothering to inventory it. There was nothing in it but some money, my keys 
and a couple pieces of identification. 

"How'd you get back to town?" Bruce asked, suddenly interested. 

"Oh," I said, trying to sound noncommittal. "I got a ride." 

"Is that all?" he asked. 

"What do you mean?" I said, pretending ignorance. 

"You know what I mean," he went on. 

"No, I don't," I responded. 

"Where's the bathroom?" Lana cut in. 

I was glad for the interruption. I turned and led the way for her, pulling 
the door shut after her and returning to the living room. 

As I walked past the couch, I heard the sharp whistle and felt the sharp 
double sting ... the thongs! 

I spun on him, my eyes ablaze. 

"Cunt!" he spat at me before I could say a word, "Down on your knees and pay 
homage!" 

I was immobile. I was torn between two extremes. I wanted to tear into him; 
claw his eyes, cut his throat, anything to take out my vengeance. 

At the same time, though, I wanted to fall to my knees and please him. 

My eyes were drawn to his crotch. It was bulging and full. It was tauntingly 
coaxing. 

My knees folded. "That's it, you cunt," he sneered. "Get down and show me 
who's boss! Get down and worship the thing you love most in life ... " 

I was on my knees, crawling toward him, hypnotized. I could not control 
myself. I was a pawn. I was a prisoner. 

I was a slave. 

My face was at his crotch, nuzzling it. I could feel him. 

I could feel his manhood lurking beneath the material. 

I wanted his cock ... his stiff cock ... his throbbing cock ... 

My cunt ached. My pussy lips were quivering. My body was hot. 

Perspiration broke out on my forehead. 

"Strip 'em off," he ordered. I complied without hesitation. I complied in 
complete submission. 

I was a slave once more. 

I was in oblivion. I had but one thought in mind. I wanted that cock. I 
wanted it in me ... completely in me ... in my cunt ... all the way! 

My ears were ringing from my own excitement. 

I buried my face in 'his crotch again. I heard whimpering sounds and 
realized they were my own. 

"Yeah, you fucking slave ... you no good slut ... you low down filthy piece 
of hot shit ... you cock hungry pussy ... " 

Again I caught myself up in his words. 

I was a fucking slave. I was a no good slut. I felt low. I was a filthy 
piece of hot shit. 

I was a cock hungry pussy; one complete pussy. 

My breath came in short gasps. I was panting, sucking in hot air from his 
crotch sucking in the smell and the intangible taste of sex. 

"Give me the bottle," I heard Bruce say. 

I raised my head, in a daze and looked at him. I didn't know what he was 
talking about. "Not you, slave," he spat. "WHIZ!" The thongs hit me. 

I heard a hissing sound. I felt the cloth as he pressed it to my face. 

I tried to relax. 

I was a slave ... and I wanted to be a slave. 

"Breathe deeply, you whore. Breathe ... sink lower ... lower ... lower." 

His repetition was a magnet. I heard his words and they echoed in my head. 

"Yeah ... yeah ... now you're ready ... now you're a slave ... a cheap, 
no-good slave .,. my slave ... " 

I was his slave. My body was no longer my own, My mind was no longer in 
control. I was his slave. 

I felt the limpness of my breasts pressing against his legs, the hardness of 
his groin pressing into my face. 

I felt his legs as they moved together, rolling my breasts back and forth 
over them, kneading the flesh against the coarse material of his slacks. It 
scratched, it scraped ... but I felt good. 

I pressed myself harder against his legs by arching my back. 

"You filthy bitch!" I heard him say. "You filthy slut. You cunt-sucking 
slave ... " 

I heard him ... "Cunt sucking slave," he had said. I suddenly wanted to suck 
cunt. I suddenly wanted to bury my face into the folds of another woman's 
cunt. I wanted to feel the hardness of her clit. I wanted to feel the 
wetness of her canal. 

I spun around, a madwoman. I had only one thought. I had to have the taste 
of pussy in my mouth. 

I spied the nude form of Lana. 

I pounced on her, knocking her to the floor, much to her sudden shock and 
surprise. 

I ripped her legs apart and sunk my face into her wet pussy. 

My tongue lashed out at her, stroking her tight slit, wetting it, prying it, 
pushing, prodding. 

"Ugh!" I heard myself gasp as the thongs landed on my back again. 

The feeling was like a bolt of electricity. It charged my whole being. It 
drained restraint. It drained logic. 

It inflamed and fed desire. I was no longer feeling sensual. 

I was depraved once again. 

I tore her legs apart and took her pussy between my lips. I pressed my teeth 
to it. I nipped at it. 

She squirmed under me. I could not tell whether she was enjoying it or 
trying to escape. I did not care. 

I pressed my fingers into her crack and forced the lips of her love hole 
apart. The pink skin of her pussy blinded me. It drew me. 

I fell on it with my mouth. I licked and lapped at it, wetting it with the 
saliva flowing from my mouth. I raised from her for air and the shiny saliva 
continued to bind us. 

"Eat it, slave!" I heard Bruce saying. "Eat it ... eat it ... " 

I fell back to my task. My appetite was becoming ravenous. I could not get 
enough of Lana. I was crazed. 

Greedily I lapped at her crack, running my tongue up and down the length of 
it. I found her clit and sucked on it, hungrily, rolling it between my 
pursed lips, tugged on it with them. I pushed on it with my tongue. I bent 
it way out and up, forcefully. 

As I did so, I felt her raise her legs and her cunt higher, in efforts to 
relieve the pressure. 

"Oh, don't," I heard her whimpering. "Don't do that. I can't stand that-I 
can't take it- please ... " 

"Don't stop you bitch, if you know what's good for you," I heard Bruce cut 
in. 

I obeyed him. 

I renewed my efforts. I massaged her clitoris with my tongue, with my lips, 
with my chin, pressing it back as hard as I could. 

I opened my eyes and saw Bruce's form in front of me. He was straddling 
Lana's head. He had stripped down to his briefs. 

His long cock was resting horizontally, poking its way around to his hip. 
His swollen balls rested deep in the crotch of the sheer material. 

The sight of it shot flames of lust all through me. I was driven on with 
taunting urgency. 

I saw Lana's head raised between his legs, latched on to his underside, her 
tongue darting from her painted lips, over the material. 

The material itself was stained from her lipstick. Reminding me of blood ... 
My head reeled. 

I felt the bite of the thongs. I smelled the material. The cloth he offered 
me was laden with something which was becoming sweet smelling, easier to 
breathe; I inhaled. 

I felt myself failing ... falling ... falling. 

I was unconscious. I could not move. 

Yet I could hear everything. I could feel every- 

But I could not move. 

I felt the body scramble out from under me. I heard the sounds of bodies 
rearranging themselves. 

"Okay," I heard a male voice say. "She's all yours. Let's see what you can 
do with her. You've probably got about ten minutes. Get to it." 

I heard the familiar swish of the thongs. 

I heard the familiar whimper. But it was not mine. 

"Oh baby, don't hit so hard, please," I heard the girl say. "It hurts." 

"It's supposed to," Bruce said. "You saw how she liked it. You can learn, 
too." 

I smelled the sweetness again and I drank it in. I felt it permeate my whole 
body, stripping it of movement, stripping it of any motion. 

Lying there. Drained. Unconscious. I was a willing slave. 

I was an eager slave. 

Whizz! went the thongs through the air. 

"Ow! Please ... you'll mark me ... " 

"You want this cock, don't you?" 

"Yes!" 

"Then shut your fucking mouth. Don't you tell me what to do. I give the 
orders here!" 

Whizz! came the sound of his whip. 

"Ungh!" the body responded. It, too, was becoming submissive. It, too, was 
tasting the joy of submission in its early stage. I wanted to move. I wanted 
to join the couple there with me. I wanted to fondle cock. I wanted to taste 
it. 

But I couldn't. I was unconscious. 

My legs were moving apart. Wider ... wider! 

"Oh, look at her pussy," the feminine voice said. "It's all red and wet." 

"Probably got itself plowed this afternoon," he said. "Smell it!" 

After a pause, he went on, "Well, was she?" 

"I can't tell," she said, softly. 

"Don't you know the smell of cock? Don't you know what a man smells like?" 

"She's probably cleaned her cunt out," the voice answered back. 

She was right. I had cleaned it out. I had cleaned out good. I was fresh and 
ready to start again. 

My cunt started to warm and I realized her tongue was inside my pussy. 

Mentally I spread my legs. Physically, I lay there, immobile. 

I felt its warmth in my canal. I wanted to push it out toward her. I wanted 
to lift it to her. 

But I couldn't move. 

"She certainly is wet," the delicate voice commented. 

"She's a slut! She's a fucking whore-slave. That's why. You'll be that way, 
soon, you knew, he said to her. 

Somehow the thought angered me. I didn't want to share my man with anyone. 
My man-I had not yet had him. He had me-under his spell-in his power. 

The gentle pulling sensation of her mouth crept over me. I could feel my lax 
pussy slipping into 114 her mouth. I could feel the hardness of her lips 
puckering on me. I could feel the sharpness of her teeth biting into me. 

"Ummmm, that's good," I heard her say. 

"You fucking queer cunt. You really like that, don't you?" 

There was no answer. 

Whizz! Cra-ack! The thongs were alive. 

"You like that, don't you?" the voice repeated, hard, commanding. 

"Yes ... " 

"Yes what?" 

Whizz! again the vicious sound of punishment. 

"Yes, sir!" 

"That's better. Now suck. You wanted a cunt to play with; now play, eat!" 

Whizz! the whip bit into her flesh. 

The heat crept into my channel. 

I felt my clit being pressed, as I had earlier pressed hers. 

"Do you think she knows what's going on?" I heard her ask. 

"Pinch her tit!" 

I didn't feel anything. 

"Yeah, she's awake. She's feeling. She knows." 

"How can you tell?" she asked. 

"Never mind! Suck! Work that pussy! Let me see how far out you can suck that 
cunt!" 

I felt the warmth again. I felt the gentle tugging sensation in my crotch. I 
felt the tingling Sensation from my clit as it was massaged. 

I tried to wiggle my hips. I tried to lift them. 

"Oh-oh," I heard him say. 

And the sweetness was in my nostrils again. I breathed deeply, relaxed; 
completely relaxed! 

I was floating in an endless black sea. I could see nothing. I could hear 
everything. I could move nothing. I could feel all the fantastic sensations. 

"Like that?" I heard him ask, his voice husky, tense. 

I wanted to answer him. 

"Yes," I heard the soft, muffled voice answer. 

I continued to feel the sensations emanating from my cunt. They were 
delicious. It felt like my cunt was being dragged along a velvet carpet. 
Millions of little needles poked every inch of my hole ... 

My lips were hyper-sensitive. I could feel the wetness of her saliva 
dripping off them. I felt the alternating hot and cold of her breath as she 
probed me with her mouth. 

I could feel the deliciously ecstatic pain as she bit my clit. I wanted to 
scream. 

I was unconscious. 

"How's this look to you?" he asked her. 

"Oh, that's beautiful! Can I suck it?" 

"Do you want to?" 

"Yes ... oh, yes." 

"What will you do for it?" 

"Anything-anything you ask!" 

"Suck my balls?" 

"Yes!" 

"My ass?" 

"Yes!" 

"My ass?" 

"Yes! I love the taste of ass holes." 

"Eat my shit?" 

"Ye ... yes ... " 

"What will you do with it?" 

"Suck it," she moaned, "And what else?" 

"Eat it!" 

"And what else?" 

"Fuck it!" 

"And what else?" 

"Sit on it!" 

"What will you do to get it? Beg for it?" 

"Yes, beg for it." 

Whizz! whistled the whip. 

"Owwwww ... " 

"Beg!" 

"Please. Please let me suck your cock!" 

"Please what?" 

"Let me suck your cock!" 

"Who am I?" 

"My master! Yes, my master!" 

"Please what?" 

"Please let me suck your cock, master!" 

"That's better. Now take it. Just the head, and hold still. That's it. Don't 
move. Hold it." 

"Ugmfh!" 

"Swallow! Swallow it. Drink it! Drink it! Drink it all! ! don't want you to 
drop a drop of me!" 

I heard the harsh sounds of gasping gulps. I knew what was happening. 

I tried to see it in my foggy mind. Bruce was on his knees, legs spread, his 
mammoth cock standing out. 

On her knees in front of him was a young girl-Lana-the head of his cock 
lodged in her throat, or her mouth. Her lips pursed tightly around it, 
locking it in her. 

I could see her throat contorting, the muscles contracting, pulling the hot 
liquid into her, over and over, gulp after gulp. 

"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" 

"No." 

"Now how do you feel?" 

"Ah ... " 

"How?" 

"Cheap." 

"How else?" 

"Low." 

"Why?" 

"Because I drank your piss. Because I'm a slave. Because I want your cock." 

"Well, before you get some more cock, how about getting your fucking face 
back in that cunt and clean it out. It's dripped quite a bit of juice and 
there ought to be something there for you." 

Again, the sweet smell filled my head. I breathed deeply, the fragrance 
exciting my senses. 

I felt the mainspring of oblivion tightening and then begin to unwind. I 
imagined myself to be spinning on a disk, my legs and arms outspread, my 
cunt gaping open, the force of my swirls pulling my tits upward and the 
momentum of my movements forcing my juices from me in warm gushes. 

I moaned softly as I felt the soft, wet tongue slithering through the hot, 
juicy folds of my cunt. Lapping at the warm, tasty cream that oozed from my 
convulsing hole. 

"Oh, she's coming," I heard her voice cry out. 

"Well, don't tell me about it cunt. Lap it up. I want to watch you suck out 
all of her come. I want you to swallow her pussy juice. Now, get to it. Lick 
her cunt, suck the come from her hole and then swallow it!" 

The tongue complied with his order. I felt it once again swirling around 
inside my swollen pussy, plunging deep into my hole, drawing out the juice 
that chose to remain inside. 

Afterward, she ran her tongue up and down the length of my gash, lapping up 
the fluids that remained. Wave after wave of pleasure beat at the shore of 
my cunt until I could stand no more. And still, she continued, lashing me 
with her delicious, young tongue. 

The convulsions of my climax ended slowly, very slowly; the movements of her 
tongue stopped. The waves became gentle and the spinning inside my head came 
to a halt. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"Alright, slave!" 

The voice echoed down the long corridor of consciousness, I felt the sting 
of thongs. 

My eyes opened. 

I was on my own bed, spread in the middle of it. 

"Get up and clean yourself off. You're a mess!" Bruce's voice was cold, 
impersonal. It was commanding and demanding. 

Obediently I got off the bed. I was wobbly. 

"What's the matter, whore, too much for you?" 

"I don't know," I said. 

"Well don't worry about it. You'll be alright. You're just becoming a better 
slave, that's all. The change isn't always easy." 

I staggered across the room oblivious of my surroundings. I bumbled through 
the door, down the hall and into the bath. 

I stepped into the shower and turned on the cold spray. 

Lightning struck! 

I was alive and moving. My head was becoming suddenly more clear. But I was 
a slave. 

The image of the male cock impressed itself in my mind. I felt myself 
heating under the cold water. 

Cock ... I needed that cock ... I wanted that cock. 

I stepped from the shower. Dried and went back down the hall. I entered the 
bedroom. 

There they were! His cock was buried deep in her cunt. 

I flew across the room in wild rage. I was beyond control. 

I grabbed her by the hair and pulled. She toppled from him, fell from the 
bed and ended in a heap on the floor, I started to crawl over him but the 
thongs stopped me. 

But I was not to be denied. I needed that cock. I had to have that cock. 

My face fell to it. I swallowed, hard. I gagged. I choked. Saliva spewed 
from my lips, wetting his groin. My eyes watered. My ears rang. 

Whizz! Whizz! Whizz! The thong beat me over and over. 

But I was not to be denied. Cock ... I had to have cock. 

The sudden boldness of my attack caugM him off his guard. 

He was mine. He was spread under me. 

I took his balls in my hand and pulled them forward, mashing my face into 
them hard. Pressing down on them with all my might. 

I ignored the pain in my throat. I ignored the ringing in my ears. I was 
going to have his cock. 

I shoved his balls deep between his legs, pulling his cock up straight away 
from his body. 

I raised my head and slammed it back into him. I took him to the hilt. I 
swallowed his manhood. I was serving my master. 

Slobber flowed from my mouth but I couldn't be bothered by it. I lunged at 
his crotch, over and over, each time lodging his rampant rod in my throat. 

I forced the head to creep down into my larynx. I couldn't breathe. I 
couldn't make a sound. I could only cling desperately to this pole of life. 

I could only serve my master. 

"Oh, shit ... is she something else. Wow!" Bruce was talking to Lana. 

"Watch this whore work. Watch her. She eats that cock like it's a matter of 
life or death. Now that's the mark of a good slave." 

I continued my ravenous attack on his manhood. 

He pulled my head up, yanking roughly on my hair. He turned my face to his. 

He spat in it! Then he slammed it back into his groin. 

"Okay, you slut," he spat, his words drenching me in depravity. "Eat. Suck. 
Love. Worship ... " 

His cock was rigidly unbending. It was inflexible. It was a steel shaft 
spearing my face over and over, with my full consent. With my total desire. 
With all my strength. 

"Oh, God! Suck it ... yeah ... slave ... suck it good." 

He began. His words spilling from his mouth rapidly. Each one of them 
pulling me deeper and deeper into the pit of sexual madness. 

I couldn't have stopped if I had to. I couldn't have taken that cock from my 
face if that was the only thing left to do in life. 

I would have died with it lodged in my face. I would have killed just to 
have it lodged there. 

I was aware, vaguely, of my cunt being toyed with. It was a mouth. But I had 
my mission to complete. I had to see it through. 

With animal fury I continued pounding down on the groin under me. 

Now and then I heard an unintelligible sound slip from my mouth. I heard my 
breath rap as I gulped in fresh air, only to renew my attack. 

I felt the bed bounce, felt the body rise and fall under me. 

I was relaxed. The cock was passively allowing me to feed on it. 

Like a maggot I devoured it. I fed on it. I thrived on it. Each lunge gave 
me renewed strength. 

My ears were plugged. My eyes were blinded by my own tears. I could barely 
see. 

My nose was stopped up, the slave was insane. The slave was killing herself. 

The slave was me. 

"Yeah ... just a little more, that's it, just a little more, those lips, 
that mouth, oh, you mother fucker! You've done it ... you've got that milk 
you've been after ... drink it ... drink it ... " I gulped. I drank. 

The thick globs of his sperm splattered against the roof of my mouth. They 
filled my throat. The taste was strong, very strong. The odor reached my 
plugged nose. It cleared it! 

I devoured it. I swallowed it. I drank it. I ate it. 

His shaft vibrated with its orgasm. It throbbed and pulled at the sides of 
my mouth and throat. It lunged into me. It ran from me. 

But my mouth would not be denied. I chased it. I cornered it. I captured and 
devoured it. 

Finally there was no more; I slowed my pace. Finally I stopped. 

I raised myself to my knees and looked at the man lying beneath me. He was 
gasping. He was panting. He had spent himself. His long, sensual body still 
smelled of passion, of sex. 

I wanted him to fuck me. I had to have him fuck me. I continued toying with 
his softening tool. Little drops of life appeared at the opening. My tongue 
snaked out and whisked them away as soon as they formed. 

I straddled him. 

I placed the head of his still semi-hard cock at the lips of my cunt. 

I felt myself falling over the edge of the bed, my face stinging from the 
clout he had just given me. 

"Not yet, you starved, depraved no good mother-fucking bitch! Not until I 
tell you. That cock is going in your cunt only when I'm good and ready for 
it to happen, understand?" 

I was, after all, his slave. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

It was very late when I awoke from the sleep I had fallen into after Bruce 
and his friend, Lana, left. I had to go to sleep. I was completely 
exhausted. 

But now I was wide awake, and it was three in the morning. 

I thought of making some coffee and turning on my television, but the 
itching sensation in my groin told me I needed the company of people- 
particularly, males. 

I slipped into a light dress and walked down the two blocks from my 
apartment building to the all night coffee shop. 

The streets were deserted. 

Inside the diner there was only one other patron; a black man. 

I sat at the other end of the counter and ordered coffee from the little old 
man who waited on me. 

I tried to ignore the black patron, but my mind wouldn't leave him alone. It 
continued to dwell on the thought of his nude body pressing down on mine; 
and his big cock fucking me. 

I stole a glance out of the corner of my eye and saw that he was eyeing me, 
too. 

I finished my coffee and left. 

Walking down the street slowly, I soon felt a hand around my shoulder. I 
turned; it was the black man. 

"It's a little late to be out walking alone, isn't it?" he asked in a soft, 
well modulated voice. 

"I just live down the block," I said, looking at his crotch. 

His pants were tight and I could tell that there was something bulky housed 
there. 

"Do you live alone?" asked the very attractive black man. 

"Well ... yes," I hesitantly said. 

I wasn't certain that I should give out that kind of information to a total 
stranger. 

"What are you doing up this late on a Sunday night?" I asked. 

"Just killing time. I really don't have anything to do," he went on, "so I 
thought I'd kill some time by taking a walk. Do you mind if I walk with 
you?" 

"No," I said before I could stop my thought. 

I was beginning to want this man. He got to me for some reason. He was very 
attractive, and I still needed satisfaction. What I had had in the afternoon 
had nearly whetted my sexual appetite. 

Bruce ... I wondered what he would think if he knew what was on my mind. 

Would he be offended at having a black cock up his slave's pussy or ass 
hole? 

The thought intrigued me. It would be degrading to tell him, later. 

I had resolved. 

"I know this may sound silly," I began, "but why don't you come back to my 
place. We can talk, if you like, because" I don't really feel sleepy, 
myself." 

"That would be fine with me," he agreed, his voice remaining calm and 
controlled. 

We were in my apartment in no time. 

"Make yourself comfortable," I offered. "May I fix you a drink?" 

"That would be nice ... bourbon, if you have it," he finished. 

I poured him a good, tall drink and sat next to him on the couch. 

Here, in the light of my living room, I could see the outline of his cock. 
It was, it seemed, huge. I hoped it wasn't all balls. 

"You don't look very comfortable," I said, getting up and walking around 
behind him. "Why don't you slip this off?" I said, slipping his jacket off 
his shoulders. Under it, I felt the muscular arms flex and move fluidly with 
my motions. 

He leaned forward silently, and allowed me to slip his jacket off. 

I reached around from behind him again to pull at his tie. He took the hint 
and began removing it. 

Without further encouragement, he removed his shirt. He was left in his 
undershirt, which was pulled taut by the huge chest. 

My groin began to ache more impatiently, now. 

We talked idly for a few minutes, during which time I was building up my 
courage. 

"How," I began, my words flowing out quickly lest I lose my boldness, "would 
you like to strip, completely?" 

A broad grin covered his bright teeth and he stood up. "I thought you'd 
never ask," he chuckled. 

In virtually no time he was stripped. 

His mammoth cock hung limply from the wiry bush of crotch hair. It was long 
and yet flaccid, Exciting. 

"Fair's fair," he smiled as he approach;: sis, deftly sliding down the 
zipper of my dress. It fell to the floor. 

I stepped out of it. 

Now I was nude as well. 

His long, muscular arms wrapped around me and I felt myself being scooped 
into his bear-like embrace. 

The hardness of his groin was pressing against my impatiently throbbing sex. 

I could not help but grind my hips, slightly, as he continued to hold me to 
him. 

I looked up at him just in time to meet his huge lips. 

My mouth was in place and I felt his soft flesh settle on mine, his tongue 
and mine and into my mouth. 

My body went limp in his arms, his tongue was sucking all resistance and 
inhibition from me. I wanted him badly. 

"Oh, let's go into the bedroom," I moaned, trying to break his hold. 

"Which way is it?" he murmured into my ear. 

"That way," I answered, pointing. 

He lifted me off the ground and began walking forward, my limp body slapping 
against his huge muscular form. The hair of his chest scratching the 
cleavage between my tits. 

When we reached the bedroom he lowered me very gently onto the bed. And then 
he stood over me. 

I looked to his crotch again, where his cock had begun to grow, to stretch 
and to swell. 

It had almost become completely hard, dropping only slightly. His balls were 
hanging loosely between his legs. They were calling to me ... and coaxing 
me. 

Slowly I raised myself on my arm and slipped my head beneath his distended 
shaft, into his dark crotch, up to his testicles. 

I licked them, the wiry hair slithering and rasping across my lips and 
tongue as I did. But as the hair became wet, it became softer, and also more 
pliable. 

The odor coming from his crotch was sweet and yet masculine. He was very 
clean. He had powdered himself, and it was this that I smelled. 

But I also smelled man ... there is no scent like that of a man ... there is 
none to match; strong, musky, seductive, animal. 

"Ohhh," I moaned, drawing one of his balls into my mouth and working it 
around. 

His big hand had reached forward and was squeezing my breast, roughly, but 
at the same time, gently. He was pinching the nipple, working it between his 
fingers, scraping it against his coarse palm. 

"What happened to your back?" he asked. 

"Oh, nothing," I said, sheepishly. 

"That doesn't look like nothing to me," he answered. "It looks very much 
like you have been beaten," he concluded. 

"Well," I hesitated. I didn't know what to say for fear it would be the 
wrong thing. 

"Well, what?" he pressed on. 

"Well, I was beaten ... but I was willing at the time ... " My sentence 
lingered in the air, incomplete. I did not know what more to say. 

"Was it a man?" 

"Yes," I said. "It was." 

"You must really dig him ... you should see your back ... " 

I didn't want to look. Now we were talking about the whipping I could feel 
the pain. 

My back was hot; it felt like hot wires were lying on my back. It burned 
into me. It excited me. I felt my cunt wince and twitch. 

"Let's talk about you," I said, to change the subject. 

"I'd rather know about the marks," he insisted. 

I was getting nervous. I didn't know what his story was. He was too big to 
beat me. I didn't think I could have him beat me. I wanted him to me. 

"He taunted me into it," I confessed. "He promised to fuck me if I let him 
... " 

"And did he?" 

"No," I said disappointedly. "No, he didn't." 

"Well, we'll take care of that," he said, bending over and pressing me flat 
onto the bed. 

I expected him to crawl onto the bed. Instead, he sat on the edge, facing 
me. 

I immediately took his stiff cock in my hand and began slipping back and 
forth on it, skinning the flaccid foreskin back and forth, over the head of 
his beautiful cock. It looked large, but to the touch, it was larger. 

I was certain it wasn't as long as Bruce's but it was broader. 

His hand glided down over my flat stomach, his fingers touching me very 
lightly, sending little tingling sensations boring into me as he moved. 

Down, down, down his hand moved, slowly, teasingly. It made contact with my 
pubic hairs. It slowed its journey. His fingers twirled into the 
thickly-bushed hair for moisture and then it slowly went further back to my 
ass hole. 

He touched it. 

"Uhhh," I heard myself grunting. I also felt my legs spreading, clearing the 
way for his seduction. 

"Do you want to be fucked?" he asked simply. 

"You don't know how badly," I confessed. 

"Good," he said. "We're going to get along just fine." 

His fingers were touching the lips of my cunt. I had a strong urge to reach 
down, pull them apart and slam my cunt up into his hand. But I restrained 
myself. I could feel the tension throughout my whole body. 

I resolved that this man was going to take me. I was not going to have to 
take him. That's the way I like it. 

But oh, I wanted him so badly. 

He did not disappoint me. 

One hand was working on my cunt lips, stroking them lightly, teasing me, 
taunting me, getting acquainted. 

His other hand was again working over and around my tit. He could bunch it 
up and wrap his big hand around it and squeeze until it came through the top 
of his hand. The nipple would stand up high, hard, ready. 

He leaned forward and took just the nipple in his lips. 

The sensation was excruciating. It hurt ... but only because it felt so 
good. It was not pain. It was painful pleasure. 

My body worked frantically on the bed, moving from side to side, up and 
down, writhing under his gentle attack. 

"Oh, God!" I said, involuntarily, as his finger slipped into my crack and 
touched me inside. He seemed to know just where he was going and what he 
wanted to do. 

I could feel his finger rubbing over around it, pressing it back into me and 
then curling it out, teasing it, intensifying my desire, setting my head 
spinning. 

"Oh, God," I repeated. "It's wonderful ... it's just wonderful." 

"Like that, do you?" he asked. 

"Yes ... how can I not ... It's so good ... so 134 very good," I confirmed. 

"Just imagine what it's going to feel like with my cock up there." 

"Oh, I know," I moaned, writhing under his moving hands. "Oh, I know ... I 
want it so badly, so very badly ... " 

"Good," was all he said. 

His finger moved lower in my slit, now. It probed deeper, pulling the 
moistness out of me and smearing it on my lips. 

I could feel his throbbing member in my hand, which was now wet from his 
juices. 

He continued to knead my breast, squeeze it, pinch it, tug at it. 

I wanted to scream out my delight. 

But I didn't. 

"You ready?" he asked me, his voice low. 

"Yes, yes ... dammit, yes," I moaned excitedly. 

Without another word he lifted himself, keeping his hands where they were. 

My hand clung to his stiff cock. I held onto it and he slowly got over me, 
into position. He rolled me over on my stomach. He then removed his hands 
from my ass and placed them one on each side of my shoulders. 

And his body came down toward me. 

His cock advanced on my asshole. 

My hand was pulling, urging, directing. 

At the first touch of his black skin against my hot ass hole, a shudder 
shook me. 

I had a momentary desire to get out from under him. But it was not strong 
enough to overcome my sexual drive. I pressed him onward by raising myself 
higher. 

The pressure increased. 

I spread my legs wider, and in doing so, I could feel the lips of my asshole 
fall apart. 

As they did, his cock slid snugly into the opening they created. 

I removed my hand and his hips took up the rhythm. Slowly and gently he 
began pumping into me. Short gentle strokes, increasing in their length so 
that more and more of him crept into me. 

His slow, relentless advance paralyzed me. I lay stock still, unmoving 
savoring each and every movement of his cock. I could feel the foreskin as 
it pushed in. The rigidity of his too! as it slid back, away from me, left a 
cloak of foreskin to serve as cushion for his next advance. 

Back and forth, back and forth, his body moved steadily, his cock slipping 
firmly and snugly, deeper and deeper into my ass. 

I felt the tickling sensation of the hair on his balls as his groin came 
closer and closer. The little wire hairs touched my inner thighs and I 
couldn't hold myself back. 

"Yes ... yes ... that's it ... let me feel them, let me feel those balls 
resting on me. Then I'll know ... then I'll know you're in all the way." 

I was lying: the stretched channel in which he was lodged was tingling out 
its acknowledgement of his presence alright. 

The walls of my ass were clinging, almost desperately to his torrid peter. 

My hips began to work, swirling in circles under his belly; around and 
around, up and down, driving the hard, pounding length of his raging cock 
deep into the recesses of my bowels. His hands reached under me and I felt 
him grasp one of my soft, quivering mounds. His fingers dug into the creamy 
softness. My nipples expanded hotly and he tweaked them savagely. I moaned 
with the passion that swarmed through my lust-filled body. 

The fires of lust were raging inside me. I could feel my orgasm mounting as 
his stiff prick continued to plunder the abused cavern of my ass. I slammed 
my ass against him, trying to take even more of his rigid cock inside. I 
could feel his balls banging hotly against my soft, quivering ass cheeks. 

"Oh, Jesus, shit, fuck me you bastard. Oh, oh, Christ, slam that fucking 
prick of yours into me. Fuck the shit out of me. Just fuck the shit out of 
my ass. Oh, harder, harder, I can't stand it. Oh, oh, more, more. Fuck me 
more, harder, harder. Oh, yes, that's so good. Oh, shit, shit. Your cock, 
fuck me with it. Fuck my ass hole, HARD!" 

As the lust-filled obscenities escaped my lips I felt his meat slamming ever 
harder into my torn ass hole. It felt like his cock even got harder, if 
possible. I gasped for breath as I struggled to come. Reaching behind me, I 
grasped his balls and squeezed them, feeling the sperm inside. I could 
hardly wait to feel his hot, sticky load shooting into my grasping anus. 

Just then, he started grunting and I knew that he was going to shoot his 
load inside me. The thought of it was enough to make me come and I moaned 
with ecstasy as I felt the convulsions of my climax racing through me, the 
hot juice pouring from my throbbing cunt hole. 

Suddenly, a scream of pleasure ripped loose from my throat as I felt his 
thick, scalding load of cream spurting from his throbbing cock, filling my 
quivering ass hole. 

"Oh, baby, baby, fill me. Fill my hole with your come. Oh, I love it, I love 
it. Dirty me with your come. Oh, shit ... " 

As the last of his hot, sticky juice spurted from his throbbing cock I 
sighed, my entire body relaxed and, satisfied, he pulled his cock out from 
my hole. I turned around and looked at it. Still semi-hard, I could see 
small brown spots of shit on it. A low guttural moan rose from my throat, 
and with my mouth wide open I engulfed his entire length of cock meat 
inside, relishing the heady, musky flavor of both his cock and my ass hole. 

"Yeah, baby, that's right. Suck that cock. Eat it all up. Suck it all in, 
baby, suck my prick." 

His obscenities excited me and I began to suck faster. His prick hardened 
inside my mouth and I suddenly wanted him to come. I wanted to feel his hot 
load splashing against the back of my throat. I wanted to swallow it. 

While I mouthed his cock he cupped both my boobs, squeezing the soft, round 
mounds, pulling on the erect, sensitive nipples until I was panting with 
pleasure. His cock swelled inside my mouth and I knew that he would be 
coming any second. I increased the pressure of my mouth on his tool and 
sucked it even faster. With my hands I squeezed his balls, hefting their 
weight. He was groaning with pleasure now and his balls pulled tight in 
their sack. 

"Oh, baby, suck it, suck it, suck it." 

And suck it I did. His prick expanded inside my mouth and I gulped as the 
first sticky wad of his come spurted from his cock hole. I sucked harder, 
draining his balls of their sweet, warm load, until finally, there was no 
more. I had swallowed it all. Exhausted, we both closed our eyes to rest for 
a few minutes. After awhile, I opened my eyes and saw his cock was already 
starting to harden once again. He smiled and told me to get onto my hands 
and knees. 

I got into the position and felt him pressing the head of his cock against 
my tortured ass hole. I felt myself quivering at the touch and even though 
it hurt I still wanted it. 

I moaned with pleasure when I felt his finger gathering up some cunt juice 
and then smearing it over my ass hole. He pressed the tip of his finger into 
my rectum and I gasped with pleasure. 

"Oh, shit, hurry. Please, I can't stand it. Fuck me. Slam that cock up my 
ass. Oh, God, hurry. Please ... " 

His cock-head was once again pressing against the entrance to my rectum and 
I felt him shove forward slightly. The head of his cock oozed into my anus 
and the muscle at the entrance gave way. I moaned with desire, shoving my 
ass back against him, trying to feel the entire length of his cock sliding 
inside me. 

Looking back between my legs, I could see his balls hanging low and heavy 
with another load of hot, sticky come. Reaching back, I scraped his sack 
with my fingernails. He groaned and slammed the rest of his cock into the 
depths of my bowels. It was my turn to groan. My body was on fire with lust. 
While he slammed his prick in and out of my ass hole, I rapidly squeezed my 
erect, throbbing clit with my fingers. I could feel another load of juice 
welling up inside my cunt. 

"Oh, baby, fuck me, fuck me. Harder, fill my ass with your cock. Oh, shit, 
do it to me, do it. Oh, oooh, yes, yes, harder, harder, fuck the shit out of 
me. Fuck me, fuck me ... " 

I was wild with passion as his cock plunged in and out of me while at the 
same time I savagely twisted my throbbing clitoris, feeling my cunt juice 
soak my hand. 

Just then, I felt his cock expanding inside my ass hole and I knew that he 
was going to come soon. I squeezed my clit harder and suddenly screamed out 
and I climaxed, my body quivering, writhing in uncontrolled ecstasy. Hot 
come ran from my cunt down the inside of my spread thighs. I gasped for 
breath as the hot convulsions raced through me. 

I could hear him groaning behind me and I waited for the moment when I would 
feel his hot, thick, sticky load flooding my ass hole, mixing with the warm, 
brown globs of my crap. I wanted him to come. I wanted to feel his come 
inside me. I tightened the muscles inside my ass making the sensations even 
greater. He was groaning louder. Suddenly, his cock expanded fully inside my 
rectum. It throbbed. It jerked. I cried out as I felt the thick, scalding 
liquid shooting deep inside me, filling me to the brim and then overflowing 
and running down my ass crack to my cunt, mixing with my own come. Reaching 
back, I pressed my hand to my cunt and began smearing the hot liquid over my 
hot, swollen gash and soft pussy hair. 

He stayed inside me until his cock softened and then he pulled it out. I 
rolled over onto my back and he squatted over me, his cock dangling above my 
mouth. I looked at it, both seeing and smelling the mixture of come and shit 
that clung to it. The odor intoxicated me. Hungrily, I opened my mouth and 
sucked all of it inside. I laved my tongue all around, tasting the musky 
flavor. I sucked it hard until it was clean and then I released it. 
Exhausted, he rolled over onto his back next to me and with my head resting 
on his shoulder we fell asleep. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

The next evening the telephone rang after I had finished dinner. 

"Hello," I said, speaking softly. 

"Hi, baby, how are you?" 

"Who is this," I asked. 

"This is Bruce, baby. Don't you remember me?" 

"Oh, Bruce. How are you? Where are you?" 

"Home, for the time being. The reason I'm calling is to find out if you'll 
have dinner with me tomorrow. I'll be in town and I thought we might make 
the scene together. Just the two of us. How does that sound?" 

"Sounds fine. Where should I meet you?" 

"Don't worry about that. I'll pick you up at your place tomorrow. Say around 
eight." 

"Fine. I'll see you tomorrow evening. Bye-bye." 

I put the receiver back on the hook and could already feel my cunt 
twitching. The thought of Bruce's cock was enough to make me all wet and 
juicy. As I sat on the couch wearing just a thin nightgown, I slowly, 
unconsciously spread my legs apart. The air rushing onto my cunt felt cool. 
I put my hands on my thighs and began moving them up towards my wet, hot 
pussy. I closed my eyes and moaned softly as I felt the tips of my fingers 
coming in contact with my open, hairy cunt lips. 

I ran one finger into the gash and sighed softly. My clit was hard and 
throbbing and the juice was pouring from my hole, running down the crack of 
my ass. Opening my legs wider, I spread my ass cheeks with my other hand and 
pressed one finger against my ass hole. I felt it blossom open and I slid 
the finger inside. I moaned with lewd desire as I began finger-fucking my 
own ass hole with one hand and rubbing my cunt with the other. My nipples 
were standing out hard from the soft mounds of my tits and I wished that I 
had a third hand so that I would be able to play with my boobs while I did 
my cunt and my ass. 

The desire was growing inside my body and I could feel my orgasm welling up 
inside my cunt hole. Frantically, almost savagely, I played with myself, 
slamming first one, then two, and now three fingers into the depths of my 
ass hole while at the same time I twisted my throbbing clitoris. 

Suddenly, my body exploded and I gasped for breath and the convulsions raced 
through me. I held my hand under my cunt hole, catching the hot load of 
cream that spewed out. After the come ended, I brought the cream filled hand 
to my mouth and looked at it. The liquid was thick and whitish. It was warm 
and, naturally, smelled just like cunt. I dipped the tip of my tongue into 
the puddle of liquid and tasted it. I liked it. Hungrily, I lapped at it 
until not a drop remained. The thought that I was actually drinking my own 
come was almost enough to make me climax again. 

After that, I took a hot shower and jumped into bed, contemplating my dinner 
date with Bruce for the next evening. I could almost see his cock as I 
closed my eyes and, as I dreamed, I did see it and felt it and tasted it and 
fucked it! 

Precisely at eight o'clock the next evening there was a knock on the door. I 
answered it and let Bruce in. He kissed me hello and we left. 

After dinner at a restaurant, Bruce sat back and lit a cigarette. I watched 
as he blew a plume of bluish smoke towards the ceiling. 

"Say," he said, "what do you say we go to my place now and pick up where we 
left off last time?" 

"I thought you would never ask. I can hardly wait." 

Leaving the restaurant, we got into his car and drove quickly to his 
apartment across town. Two minutes after we were inside we were both 
standing naked in front of each other. 

"Oh, baby, those tits," he breathed, reaching forward to cup one mound in 
each hand. I moaned softly as my nipples came to life, standing stiff 
against the palm of his hand. 

I began breathing quicker as I watched his head descend towards my right 
boob. His tongue came out and he began licking all around the puckered, 
brown tip, moving closer and closer to the pointed center. Soft sighs of 
passion rose from my throat as his tongue, wet with saliva laved across the 
sensitive, thrusting tip. 

"Oh, Bruce," I moaned, "suck it. Suck my tittie. Oh, God, that's so good. 
Oooooh, harder, harder. Bite my nipple. Bite it. Oh, that's so good. Hurt 
me, baby, hurt my titty. Aaaaaah, yes, yes, just like that. Now ... do the 
other one. Bite the other nipple. Ooooh, shit, that feels so good. So 
fucking good." 

I whispered lewd obscenities as his tongue on my nipples aroused me to a 
fever pitch. His teeth, digging into the sensitive flesh sent shivers of 
lust stabbing through me. The juice inside my cunt was pouring out, running 
in thick sheets down the inside of my thighs. While he continued to mouth my 
nipples, Bruce reached down with his free hand and began rubbing my pussy, 
starting at the thick patch of hair, he twisted it and pulled on it gently 
at first and then rougher until I was a molten mass of passion. 

My tongue was running rampant, licking over his face, his eyes, his mouth, 
into his ears, everywhere. Pretty soon I had him covered with saliva. 

Moans of desire rose from me as he left my titties and began moving down my 
body, licking every inch that he could reach. The moans grew louder as I 
felt the tip of his tongue laving through my jungle of pussy hair. 

Juice flooding my twat, I opened my legs as wide as I could and with my 
fingers I pulled my pussy lips wide apart. Quivering with passion I pumped 
my ass back and forth, grinding my cunt against Brace's face, smearing my 
pussy juice on top of the saliva that covered him. 

I gasped for breath when I felt his tongue licking through the hot, slimy, 
squishy meat of my twat. At the same time he reached behind my ass and stuck 
two fingers into my ass hole. Shit! I was getting it at both ends. 

"Oh, Bruce, suck me, fuck me. Oh, Jesus, shit, do it to me. Do it! Ohhhhh, 
yes, suck me harder. Suck my pussy. Oh, your finger, stick it father up my 
ass. Farther. Fuck me with it, fuck me. Play with my chit. Oh, God I'm so 
hot ... so fucking hot. Make me come, make me come Bruce. I can't stand it. 
Oh, hurry, harder, please, please, please ... " 

His tongue and his fingers were driving me mad. My body craved release. I 
had to come. I felt as if I were going to explode. I couldn't stand it any 
longer. I gave myself to the sensations that were racing through me. Hot 
groans of lewd desire flew from my lips. 

"Oh shit, Bruce. Now, I'm coming now. Suck me, suck the come out, oh, oh, 
OH, AAAIIYY-YEEE ... " 

The explosion came, ripping through me, sending a sticky torrent of hot come 
racing from my swollen, throbbing pussy into Bruce's hungry, sucking mouth. 
I heard him swallow greedily, trying to get every last drop of my come. 

Finally it ended and my body returned to normal. We went into the bedroom 
and got onto the bed. It was my turn to do Bruce. He was lying flat on his 
back and I crawled over him. His cock was already hard so that was one thing 
I wouldn't have to worry about. 

He sighed with passion as I cupped his heavy sack of nuts in one hand, 
squeezing them gently. At the same time, I lowered my mouth to his hard, 
throbbing cock and began to lave the hot, wet tip of my tongue over it. I 
loved the way it would throb each time my tongue would run over the head of 
it. After coating it with saliva, I went down to his balls. Opening my mouth 
wide, I sucked one inside, rolling it around inside my mouth, letting it 
wallow in the soft, wet warmth. First one, then the other until they were 
both soaked. I quickly went back up to his cock which was, by now, harder 
than ever. I opened my mouth and sucked the head inside. It tasted kind of 
salty, but it was good. I sucked on the head, swirling my tongue all around 
it. After a minute, I lowered my head and took it deeper until finally I was 
taking almost all of it inside my mouth, the head pressing against the back 
of my throat. 

Slowly, at first, I bobbed my head up and down, fucking his cock inside my 
mouth. At the same time I played with his nuts, digging my nails into the 
hairy sack. Each time I did that Bruce moaned with pleasure. 

As his nuts grew tighter in their sac I began sucking his cock faster, 
trying to make him come. I wanted his first load to be shot inside my mouth. 

His groans filled the room as his balls grew tight with their load of come. 
I tightened my lips on the shaft of his cock and in a minute I felt the 
entire length swell inside my mouth. Quickly, I forced as much of his cock 
inside as I could and then he shot his wad. The first gush splattered 
against the back of my throat, dripping in a gooey mess down to my stomach. 
My jaw was tired from all of the cocksucking, but I still managed to suck 
even harder now, draining his nuts of their creamy load. I was swallowing as 
quickly as I sucked, not wanting to miss a drop. Finally the stream ended 
and his cock softened. I released it from my mouth and squeezed a drop of 
sperm from the limp tool. Smiling at Bruce, I stuck my tongue out and caught 
that last sticky drop. 

"Good to the last drop," I said, smiling as I licked the remains of his come 
from my lips. 

"You bet it is," he answered. 

Getting up from the bed, Bruce walked into the kitchen to fix a couple of 
drinks. When he returned, he gave one to me and then lay beside me on the 
bed, one hand cupping my right tit. 

"God, they're beautiful." 

"You already said that," I noted. He ignored the comment. 

After a few minutes we were at it again. I was on my hands and knees, his 
throbbing cock pressed against my tender ass hole. It seemed as if my entire 
body relaxed as I felt the thick head of his cock penetrating into the 
depths of my hungry rectum. I was quivering with desire, wanting to feel the 
entire length of his prick inside me. I groaned with pleasure as he moved 
deeper and deeper into me, until finally he was all the way in. 

He waited a moment and then he began to slowly pump his long, hard cock in 
and out of my wanting ass hole. 

"Oh, Jesus, Bruce. Your cock, it's so big, so fucking big. Shove it up 
there. Fuck the shit out of me. Fuck my ass. Slam your cock up there. Ooooh, 
harder, make it hurt, make it hurt. Oh, yes, yes. Oh, God, shit, fuck me, 
fuck me ... " 

Grunting with lust, Bruce reached underneath my quivering body and grasped 
my two creamy boobs in his hands. I moaned with desire as he squeezed the 
soft, quivering mounds. His fingers scraped across my turgid nipples and 
sharp needles of pleasure raced through me. 

Leaving one boob, Bruce went back to my cunt and began to finger it, while 
at the same time savagely pumping his massive cock in and out of my tortured 
anus. Ripples of excitement and pleasure coursed through me as the hot juice 
from my cunt oozed onto his probing fingers. 

I grasped at the sheets and closed my eyes as I felt my climax welling up 
inside me. His cock was tearing my ass hole apart and I still wanted more. I 
was soaked with sweat and my throat was hoarse from moaning. Still I slammed 
my soft, round ass cheeks against his body, sending his cock forever deeper 
into my throbbing ass. 

"Oh, baby, baby, fuck me, harder, harder. Come in me. Fill my ass with your 
come. Oh, oh, make me come, I'm almost there. Harder, baby, harder, fuck the 
shit out of me. Ooooh, I can't stand it. Yes, yes, just like that, fuck me, 
fuck me. Oh, baby, I'm coming, I'm coming now, oh, oh, ooooooohhhhhhhhh. 
BABY, FUCK MEEEEEE." 

My whole body felt as if it were melting onto the bed while my hot load of 
come poured from my cunt. As my orgasm subsided, I realized that Bruce still 
had not shot his load. He was still fucking me and his cock was as hard as 
ever. I wondered how much longer he would be able to go. It seemed as if we 
had been fucking for hours. 

Reaching back, I grasped his balls in one hand and squeezed them gently. 
They were heavy and felt as if they were ready to burst. I could almost feel 
the globs of come stored inside. 

Bruce was grunting louder and I knew he was going to shoot any second. I 
continued squeezing his nuts until finally he succumbed to the feeling of 
ecstasy that flooded his cock. 

I cried out, hoarse with passion as I felt his prick throbbing inside my ass 
hole, spewing out his thick, scalding load of creamy, white sperm. I shoved 
my ass onto him hard, burying his cock as deeply as I could. It felt like 
his come continued to shoot from his cock for minutes, when actually it was 
only for a few seconds. 

When it ended Bruce pulled his shit-covered cock out of my ass hole. Moving 
over to the edge of the bed he lit a cigarette for himself and then one for 
me. For the next few minutes we sat there quietly, just smoking and catching 
our breath. 

After finishing his cigarette, he put it out in the ashtray beside the bed. 
Getting up, he squatted over me and smiled lewdly. His cock was right above 
my face and I could both smell and see the brown smears of shit that covered 
his tool. 

"Suck it!" 

"No, I don't want to right now. It's all dirty." 

"I said suck it, cunt," Bruce repeated, knowing full well now much I enjoyed 
being forced to do something dirty. 

Reaching up, I grasped his dangling balls and squeezed them gently, almost 
being able to feel them filling with another warm load of come. Sticking my 
tongue out, I licked at the shit- and come-covered head of his cock. Bruce 
closed his eyes and moaned with pleasure. As soon as I tasted the dirt on 
his cock it seemed as if my entire body ignited in ? flame of lust ... 
Opening my mouth wide. I sucked in the entire length of his prick, tasting 
the thick, musky flavor, reveling in the degradation. I rolled my tongue all 
around his cock, gasping for breath as I felt it growing hard inside my 
mouth, until finally, the head was pressing against the back of my throat. 

When his cock was completely hard I began moving my mouth back and forth 
along the length, gently scraping it with my teeth. My body filled with 
desire as I listened to Bruce groaning with the pleasure I was giving him. 

Suddenly, he began fucking my mouth, pumping his raging cock back and forth 
inside. 

I started to gag and thought that I was going to throwup. I didn't though. I 
relaxed the back of my throat as much as I could and grasped his cock shaft 
as tight as I could between my lips. I rolled my tongue all around the head 
as he fucked inside my mouth. I could almost feel the come rising inside his 
swollen nuts. 

While Bruce slammed his cock inside my mouth I reached down and began 
finger-fucking my cunt. I moaned deep inside my throat as I slid three 
fingers into the juice-filled hole of my pussy. With my thumb I squeezed the 
oily, erect nub of my throbbing clit. My hips gyrated on the bed and the 
orgasm welled inside me as I slid another finger into my hot, wet sticky 
cunt hole. 

I was panting with lewd excitement when Bruce suddenly pulled his cock, 
soaked with saliva, out of my mouth. Raising my head, I licked at his 
delicious, sweat soaked balls. After a minute, Bruce pulled away and moved 
down my body until the head of his cock was inside my cunt, pressing against 
my wet, swollen hole. My eyes grew wide and I moaned; hot with lust, I felt 
his cock-head sliding into my juicy, mushy hole. 

"Oh, yes, Bruce. Fuck me there. Slam your prick up my cunt. Oh, God, yes, 
FUCK ME!" 

Bruce smiled lewdly as he drove the entire length of his prick into the 
depths of my drenched, dripping pussy hole. I gasped for breath as I felt 
the walls of my cunt expanding to accept his raging cock. As soon as he was 
all the way inside, we both relaxed and enjoyed the feeling before we 
actually started to fuck. 

Looking up at him, I glowed with the pleasure of being fucked. The feeling 
was growing inside my cunt and I began fucking back, raising and lowering my 
ass, meeting each of his delicious thrusts, sinking his cock as deep as I 
could inside the sopping wet well of my cunt. 

"Oh, Bruce, fuck me good. Fuck me good with your cock." 

"Don't worry, baby. This will be the best fuck you'll ever have." 

As he spoke to me, I began to wiggle all around the bed, trying to feel his 
cock all over my pussy hole. Already, I could feel my warm juice oozing from 
my hole, running down the crack of my ass. 

Bruce was slamming his cock even harder inside my twat and my climax 
continued to build. I moaned louder as the feeling grew more intense, I 
opened my legs farther as I felt him reach down and press one finger on my 
ass hole. I groaned louder-as I felt him slipping it inside. 

"Oh, Bruce, shit, more, give me more. Oh, fuck, slam your finger up my ass. 
Fuck me, cunt. Ohhhh, Jesus, I'm going to come." 

I continued to moan obscenities as the climax rose inside my body. My cunt 
felt as if it were going to explode. And then it did! 

A loud harsh cry flew from my throat as the convulsions of orgasm exploded 
inside my dripping cunt. At the same time, Bruce erupted inside my hole, 
drowning me with his sticky, thick load of come. 

By the time it was over my cunt felt as if it couldn't take anymore. Which 
is just as well since Bruce's cock had seen its last hard-on for awhile. 
With our arms wrapped around each other, he kissed me good-night and then we 
closed our eyes. Almost immediately, we were both fast asleep. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

We were still in that same position when we were awakened by the doorbell 
being run insistently, at four o'clock in the morning. 

Stumbling out of bed, Bruce made his way to the door. 

"Who the fuck is it?" he shouted through the wood. 

Whoever it was kept ringing the bell without answering. 

Bruce opened it and Bill staggered in. 

"So," he said, "I caught you." His words were slurred by the amount of 
drinking he had done before coming over. 

Staggering into the bedroom, he looked at me, sitting up in bed, my boobs 
naked in front of him. 

"Caught us at what?" I asked. 

"I caught you fucking, that's what I did. I caught you fucking with him." As 
he spoke, he pointed a finger at Bruce. 

"So. What the fuck do you care who I screw with. When you're not here what 
am I supposed to do, finger my pussy?" 

"Fuck it. I'm back now and you're glad. Aren't you, slave?" 

The word slave slammed home to me and immediately my cunt started to fill 
with a warm, wet load of juice. "Come here, cunt!" he snarled. 

Slowly, I got up from the bed and started to walk towards him. 

"No, cunt, crawl. I want you to get your ass on the floor and crawl to me." 

On my hands and knees, I moved slowly across the room to where Bill was 
standing. When ! reached him he told me to take off his shoes and socks. I 
did as I was told, all the while my pussy growing wetter and wetter with the 
degradation to which I was being subjected. 

"Now," he said, "lick my feet." 

As he raised a foot to my mouth I could smell the sweat. It excited me. I 
stuck my tongue out and ran the tip of it over his toes, wetting them with 
my saliva. Opening my mouth wide, I sucked one toe inside, licking my tongue 
all around it. After that, I took another and then another, until, finally, 
I had almost half his foot inside my mouth. 

"Now the other one, cunt," he said. 

I gave his other foot the same treatment and 156 then he instructed me to 
take off his pants and shorts. Reaching up, I unbuckled his belt and then 
pulled down the zipper. As I lowered his pants, I pulled his shorts down at 
the same time. My eyes opened wide with lust as I looked up at his half-hard 
cock, the head almost glowing a bright purple. I could smell his balls. I 
could smell his ass crack ... his asshole. He pulled his shirt off and then 
he was naked. 

Reaching up, I took his cock in my hand and stroked it gently, watching it 
come to life, growing harder with every passing second. Looking down at me, 
he smiled lewdly, cruelly. 

"Suck it, bitch." 

I did as he said, opening my mouth, taking his hard, throbbing cock inside. 
I could taste the flavor of another cunt on it. The taste excited me. The 
thought that this cock I was sucking had been in another woman's cunt, maybe 
her asshole, pounded inside my head, making the warm juices ooze even faster 
from my swollen pussy hole. 

I moaned softly, delirious with pleasure as I sucked the hard tool into my 
mouth, pressing the purple head against the back of my throat, almost making 
myself gag. As I sucked his prick, I squeezed his balls, hefting their 
weight in my hand. One finger found his asshole and slid inside. Deeper ... 
deeper. I felt a glob of his warm, brown crap and I groaned with perverted 
lust. I fucked in and out of his ass hole while he fucked my mouth with his 
cock. 

"Oh, yeah, you cocksucking bitch. Suck that prick. Swallow the fucker. 
Ohhhhh, shit, baby. Suck my dick. You filthy, stinking whore. Lick it up. 
Suck all of it. Harder, cunt, suck it harder. You fucking slut, you 
stinking, shit-eating bitch of a whore." 

His words ignited fires of desire inside my brain and then he turned his 
attention to Brace. 

"Bruce, hand me my belt. I've got a good idea." 

Rubbing his stiff cock in his hand, Bruce handed Bill his belt. 

My eyes had been closed until his prick was pulled from me. Before I could 
respond I felt him putting the belt around my neck, choking me. I started to 
gag. Yet I still wanted the cock. 

"There," Bill said, "that should hold the dog for awhile." 

He had turned the belt into a leash and I became his dog. I liked it. The 
final humiliation. 

I felt the head of his cock pressing against my lips and I opened them wide, 
taking the hard, warm length of his meat into my mouth, trying to swallow 
it. 

I felt Bruce behind me. His hands were parting the cheeks of my ass. His 
finger pressed against my ass hole. 

"That's right, Bruce," Bill said, "fuck the whore. Slam your cock up her 
asshole. Fuck the living shit out of her." 

Yes, I agreed tacitly, fuck me. Fuck the shit out of my ass. As thoughts of 
ecstasy raced through my brain, I felt the cock inside my mouth, slushing in 
and out of my face, tasting it deep in my throat. I gulped, swallowing the 
load of saliva that had gathered inside my mouth, filled with the flavor of 
cock. 

Fingers grasped the side of my head, forcing even more cock into my mouth. I 
breathed deeply, letting the smell of his crotch and ass hole fill my nose 
while his pubic hairs tickled my nostrils. 

I moaned hotly, my entire body filled with sensations of lust and 
degradation. The cock throbbed inside me. I could feel it growing thicker 
... thicker, ready to explode with its scalding, liquid load. I groaned 
louder, sucked faster, harder. I wanted him to come, to fill my throat with 
his thick, slimy load. 

I gagged as the first gush of his come splashed against the back of my 
throat. I swallowed greedily, sucking hungrily at the same time. The flavor 
of his come filled my mouth. I sucked it out and swished it around inside my 
mouth, between my teeth. I swallowed it. I squeezed his balls, trying to get 
more of the creamy mixture. Finally, I had it all and his cock began to 
soften inside my mouth. He pulled it out and I became aware of the hard 
prick pumping away deep inside my rectum. 

I twisted my head around and saw Bruce on his knees behind me. His cock was 
slamming savagely inside my asshole. I tightened the muscle at the entrance, 
wanting to give him the best fuck I could. Saliva ran from the corners of my 
mouth as the pleasure mounted inside my body. 

Suddenly, Bill thrust his soft cock into my mouth again. I started to suck 
it when my mouth filled with a hot, salty liquid. He was pissing inside my 
mouth. PISSING! 

I swallowed greedily, trying to catch all of it, but there was too much. His 
urine ran from my mouth, down my chin onto my boobs and stomach. The taste 
burned into my throat but I continued to swallow what, I could. Convulsions 
of pleasure exploded inside my body as the thought of what I was doing burst 
into my brain. I was drinking his piss! Gradually, the flow ended and 
finally, I had sucked out the last warm, yellow drop ... Afterwards, he 
pulled his cock from my mouth and lay down on the floor to rest. But there 
was no rest for me. I was their slave; to fuck as long as they wanted to 
fuck; to piss on and shit on. And I loved it! 

Bruce was groaning behind me and I knew that he was almost ready to come. 
Suddenly, I felt my ass hole being flooded with his thick, hot load of 
sperm. Gush after gush flooded inside me, drowning me, filling me. When it 
ended, he pulled his cock out and crawled around in front of me, his cock by 
my mouth. 

Willingly, eagerly, I opened my mouth and sucked his prick inside, scraping 
the dirt off with my teeth and swallowing it hungrily. Afterward, I licked 
it clean with my tongue and gave it a good sucking until he was ready for a 
rest. 

I guess I fell asleep after that. The next thing I knew, both Bill and Bruce 
were standing over me. I felt something warm falling on me and opening my 
eyes I saw that Bill was pissing all over me. Bruce's cock was hard in his 
hand as he watched the display. Opening my mouth wide, I hoped that Bill 
would piss into it, but he didn't. 

"Look at the fucking bitch, will you?" Bill was saying. "Damned if she 
doesn't want me to piss in her mouth. Jesus Christ." 

"It's something else, alright," Bruce responded, his voice heavy with 
excitement. 

Finally, the flow ended and they looked down at me, my body soaked with the 
hot, yellow urine, the room smelling like piss. Bending down, Bill opened my 
mouth with his fingers and stuck one finger inside pressing down on my 
tongue. 

"Just look at that mouth," he said, talking to Brace, "that's the kind of 
mouth that makes you want to do thing ... to it and in it!" 

"Yeah, it sure does." 

"What it make you want to do? Huh?" 

"For one thing, I'd like to piss right in it. You did it to her and now I 
would like to." 

Bill smiled lewdly. "Have you got any?" 

"Shit yeah, man. A whole fucking bunch. I'm loaded." 

"Well, shit, give it to her, then. That's what she's here for." 

"Do you think she can take it?" 

"Fuck yeah, she can take it. Shit, I let her drink my piss last night. She 
lost a little of it, but, still, she did pretty good. Go on and give it a 
try." 

Just then, Bruce squatted over me, his cock and balls dangling over my 
mouth. I opened wide, trying to let him know that that was what I wanted. 
That I wanted him to piss in my mouth, that I wanted to drink it. 

He put his cock in my mouth and I waited, excitement rising inside my body. 
Bruce groaned and then his piss started to pour from his cock, like water 
from a hose. My throat worked, drinking and swallowing all of the yellow 
liquid that I could. 

"See? What the fuck did I tell you. She loves 161 the stuff. Look at her 
drink it. She's dying for it. She's dying for your piss." 

My head throbbed and my body exploded with pleasure each time I swallowed 
the hot, salty liquid. A finger touched my asshole. I twitched and opened my 
legs wider. Deeper and deeper into my ass the finger slid. In and out, in 
and out. I felt as if I were taking a shit. The flow of piss ended and I 
moaned deep in my throat, passion rising from every pore in my body. 

"Look at this, Bruce," Bill said. 

Bruce took his cock from my mouth and looked at what Bill was doing. My 
asshole was burning, stinging. But it was good. More pressure. I groaned 
with pleasure. 

"Wow," Bruce said, "she's taking it without a fuss. Holy shit." 

No longer was it his finger inside my rectum. Now it was his cock. The heat, 
the pressure, the cock. Oh, was it good! 

"She's gotta take it," Bill said, "she's my slave. She'll do anything I want 
her to do. She's got to." 

More pressure on my ass and his cock sunk in even deeper. Finally, it was 
all the way in and he began fucking me, moving his prick in and out, in and 
out. 

Automatically, my ass began to move. in rhythm, meeting each of his thrusts, 
trying to sink the hard length of flesh in even deeper with every stroke. 

"Shit," Bruce said, "look at that ass move. Christ, she's trying to swallow 
that cock of yours." 

"You said it, man. She just loves the feel of a nice, hard cock up that 
fucking ass of hers." 

I tried to spread my legs farther, tried to feel his cock even deeper inside 
my abused rectum, loving the feel of his hot hardness sliding in and out of 
the warm, soft, wet cavern, making my ass feel as though it were taking a 
million shits, all at the same time. 

Just then, Bruce rolled under me, lying flat on his back. I could feel the 
throbbing length of his cock sliding between my swollen pussy lips. Jesus, 
it was all too good to be true. I was going to get fucked in the cunt again. 
Fucked in the cunt and in the ass, both at the same time. Oh, shit ... 

I gasped for breath as Bruce reached down and grasped the hard shaft of his 
cock, directing the swollen head to the wet entrance of my cunt hole. I 
moaned softly as he raised his ass into the air, sinking half his prick into 
my hole in one lunge. 

"Oh, Bruce, harder," I moaned, my voice hot with lust. "Slam your fucking 
cock up my hole. Oh, Jesus, fuck the piss out of me. Fuck my cunt good with 
that cock of yours. Fuck me good!" 

His cock was buried all the way inside me now and I sighed with pleasure as 
I felt the bloated length of his tool pressing against the sides of my twat. 

"Ooooh, yes, fuck me, fuck me, baby, fuck my pussy." 

Bruce was pumping slowly, sliding his hot, hard prick in and out of my 
juicy, dripping cunt hole. At the same time, Bill's cock was still savagely 
slamming in and out of my torn, bleeding rectum. 

I couldn't see. I couldn't hear. All I could do was feel, but that was 
enough. The cock inside my cunt, the cock inside my asshole, the hands 
grasping the two quivering mounds of my boobs, pulling roughly at the 
swollen, rigid nipples all combined to make my body one swollen mass of 
feeling. 

The movement inside my asshole increased. I reached back and felt Bill's 
balls, slamming madly against my soft, fleshy ass cheeks while his cock 
raced forever faster inside my anus. 

"Oh, baby, baby, squeeze that ass," he groaned, "squeeze it shut while I 
fill you. Oh, baby, tighter, tighter. Yeah, that's right, that's right, now, 
baby, now, you fucking whore. Now you'll get my load. Tell me you want it. 
Tell me that you want my come!" 

"Oh, yes, yes, yes," I cried, "come inside my ass. Fill my ass hole with 
your come. Mix it with my shit. Oh, please, hurry, hurry. I need it, I need 
it. Come in me, fuck my shit. Oh, oh, ohhhhhh ... " 

With that, Bill gave a final grunt and slammed his tool as far as he could 
inside my hole. The feel of his scalding come, gushing from his throbbing, 
palpitating cock made me cry with pleasure. My cunt erupted in an explosive 
orgasm, drowning Bruce's cock buried insid6. 

After pulling his limp, slimy cock out of my ass hole, he watched Bruce 
pound his meat into my cunt. 

"Hey, buddy," he said, "why don't you try the slut's ass. She's nice and 
tight and all juicy for you." 

Bruce didn't need any more coaching. He slid out from under me and got onto 
his knees behind me. I groaned as I felt the swollen head of his prick 
pressing against my anus. I felt as if I were going to shit right then and 
there. With his hands he pulled my ass cheeks part and his cock slid all the 
way in, my ass hole being greased with Bill's load of come. 

The feeling of having a new cock fucking my ass hole filled my body with 
renewed sensations. Almost immediately, I was ready to come again. I began 
to furiously finger my cunt. 

"Here, baby, I'll take care of that," Bill said. With that, he took my hand 
from my cunt and replaced it with his, shoving four long, hard fingers all 
the way up my drenched, slimy hole, fucking me with the same rhythm Bruce 
was using inside my rectum. 

Spit rolled from the corners of my mouth as I strained to reach another 
climax. I gasped for breath as fingers tore at the mounds of my boobs. 

"Hey, I got an idea," Bill said excitedly. He went racing off to the 
kitchen. When he returned, I opened my eyes and saw him carrying three 
cucumbers." 

"Here," Bill said, "stick your cock up her pussy from behind and at the same 
time we'll stick these up her ass, see how far we can stretch it." 

As he thought of shoving a foreign object into my ass hole, Bruce's cock 
grew even harder inside me. 

He pulled his prick out of my rectum and slammed it up my pussy. I felt a 
coldness at my asshole and moaned with desire. My head spun as I felt the 
cold length of the smallest cucumber being forced up my back hole. The warts 
on it were making the sensations even greater than having a real cock up 
there. Adding to it all was the feeling of Bruce's cock pounding 
relentlessly inside my swollen, dripping cunt. 

"You like it, don't you, slave?" Bill asked lewdly as he forced the 
vegetable into my rectum, "You like what I'm doing to you, don't you, 
slave?" 

And that's what I was: their slave. And did I like it! I liked everything 
they were doing to me and everything they were going to do before they 
finished. 

My ass hole began to twitch as the cucumber was shoved farther and farther 
inside, until finally, I had managed to take all of it. When that time came, 
Bill pulled it out suddenly and I felt like I had just dumped a load of shit 
right onto the bed. I couldn't smell anything, though, so I guess I didn't. 

The second cucumber was bigger and when I managed to take it also, Bill 
reached for the third. This one was a monster and I groaned in pain as he 
started to shove it in. The louder I cried out the harder he shoved it. 
Finally, the pain left me, being replaced by pleasure. I wanted all of it. I 
wanted to feel the damn thing all the way to my stomach. I slammed my ass 
back and forth and Bill began fucking me with the cucumber, driving the 
entire length in and out of my asshole until I finally came. At the same 
time, Bruce, his cock inside my dripping, slimy pussy, groaned and his cock 
throbbed, sending out one thick, scalding white stream of come after another 
until he was drained dry. Only then did Bill remove the huge cucumber from 
my abused, torn ass hole. And then I was understandably ready for sleep. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Three or four days later Bill phoned and ordered me to his apartment. 

"Right now?" I asked. 

"That's right, baby. Right now." 

There was something strange about Bill's attitude when I arrived, but I 
couldn't tell what it was. Inside his apartment he locked the door behind us 
and told me to go into the bedroom. Lying on the bed there, naked, was 
another girl, around twenty-three years of age. 

"Hi," she said smilingly, "you must be Kim." 

I turned to Bill and asked him what this was all about. 

"Remember when you made it with Bruce last week without asking me first? Do 
you remember?" 

"Yes. What about it?" 

"Well, this is just to teach you a lesson. Get undressed and then get into 
bed with Terry. Now!" 

For some reason I was afraid. I had not fucked with a woman since Lana and, 
although I have done everything with a man that could possibly be done, the 
idea of doing it with a woman again scared me. 

As I slowly undressed, Terry never took her eyes off me. Bill went to fix a 
drink. I watched as Terry licked her lips with the tip of her pink tongue as 
I reached behind my back, unhooking my bra." 

"Mmmmmm, nice," she said as I exposed my boobs to her hungry eyes. A moment 
later I was completely naked. 

"Come here," she said, patting the bed. 

I walked over to her and got into bed. The fear rose inside me as she began 
to stroke the soft flesh of my tits and then she began to move down towards 
my cunt. I stiffened and she looked at me, her eyes burning through me. 

"Just a minute," she said, her voice cutting through me. "We can do this one 
of two ways. My way or yours, and I'll tell you now that yours would be a 
hell of a lot harder on you. Now just relax." 

I tried to relax as she instructed but when she brought her mouth down to 
one tit and started licking the nipple I tried to wiggle away. She was 
stronger than I and held me down on the bed. 

I saw Bill standing in the corner of the bedroom, sipping his drink, smiling 
lewdly as he watched my torment. Terry reached down to my cunt and started 
rubbing it and all resistance gave way. I could feel my hole filling with 
juice and I knew that I had lost. 

Soft moans of pleasure escaped from my throat as she pressed her mouth to 
mine. 

As I licked the warm, wet underside of her tongue, ecstasy rushed through 
me. Her fingers were working inside my cunt, fucking in and out, smearing my 
juice all over the hot flesh. 

I could see Bill smiling as I spread my legs farther to feel even more of 
Terry's caresses. 

"Do you like it now, Kim?" 

"Oh, yes, yes I like it. Please, please don't stop." 

Sliding down the length of my body, Terry spread the lips of my cunt apart 
with her fingers and examined the hot, wetly pink inner meat. Bending her 
face down, she pressed her mouth to my dripping gash and I moaned as I felt 
the long length of her tongue slithering all around, licking into my hole 
and then moving up the gash to lick at the turgid nub of my clitoris. 

"Oh, Terry, suck me, suck me," I moaned as she moved her tongue expertly 
around inside my cunt. 

Leaving my cunt, she then spread my ass cheeks and raised me from the bed. I 
sighed softly as her tongue slid up and down my ass crack and then began a 
gentle probing of my ass hole. 

Suddenly, I grabbed at her head and tried to force her face even harder 
against my ass crack. 

"Oh, lick me there. Stick your tongue up my ass. Oh, shit, it feels so good. 
Please, please do it to me. Oh, God!" 

She continued to slide her tongue in and out of my ass hole, while at the 
same time she fingered my cunt, putting me on the verge of a climax. 

"Oh, Terry, I'm going to come. Oh, yes, now, I'm coming, I'm coming ... " 

Just as my pussy exploded in a series of convulsions, she pulled her tongue 
from my rectum and began lapping at my pussy, drinking up all of the warm 
juice that oozed from my palpitating hole. 

As my climax ended, I lay on the bed panting. I saw Terry look over to Bill 
and wink and then she opened a drawer on the bedside table and took out this 
absolutely monstrous length of rubber shaped exactly like a man's cock. The 
damn thing was at least fifteen inches long and THICK. Jusus! I never saw 
anything like it in my life. 

Never in my wildest dreams could I expect to take anything so big inside my 
cunt and my eyes grew wide with a mixture of excitement and fear I watched 
her smearing vaseline over the length of it. 

I guess she saw the alarm in my face because she told me to just lie back 
and relax, that I would enjoy what she was about to do for me. 

"Just don't hurt me, please," I said, knowing all along that it was the pain 
that I really enjoyed. I wondered if she knew. Shit, Bill probably told her 
all about me. 

While I lay on the bed, not really knowing what to expect, Terry began 
rubbing my cunt, getting it all nice and juicy, while in-her other hand, she 
held the dildo. After she had my pussy soaked she took the head of the dildo 
and parted the lips of my pussy with it. I lay motionless on the bed while 
she began to slide the length of my cunt hole. After she had about three 
inches of it inside, I screamed out with the pain. I had never had anything 
that big in my cunt as this dildo ... 

"Oh, please, stop. It hurts too much. Please, stop." 

Terry did stop and contented herself with fingering my cunt and squeezing my 
breasts until I was again squirming with passion. After a few minutes, she 
mashed her mouth down onto mine, sinking her tongue almost all the way back 
to my tonsils and at the same time she drove the dildo in up to her 
knuckles. 

I tried to yell, but her mouth on mine blocked all sound. I squirmed and 
twisted violently, but I couldn't get away. After a minute, though, the 
waves of shock and pain gave way to pleasure and I found myself trying to 
get the dildo in even deeper. Terry began plunging the rubber cock in and 
out of my twat and after a minute I started panting and screaming with my 
first climax. 

"Oh, Jesus, you're making me come. God, I'm coming ... I'm coming." 

As the convulsions whipped through my pussy, I held onto Terry for all I was 
worth. I found myself squeezing her boobs, pulling and twisting her nipples, 
reaching for her cunt and trying to kiss her, wanting to lick her tongue 
with my own. 

After my climax, I lay back on the bed with my eyes closed and my chest 
heaving. Terry bent down and began sucking one of my turgid nipples, trying 
to give me all the pleasure that she could. Afterward, she pulled the dildo 
from my cunt and licked the slimy coating of juice from it. Afterward, she 
buried her face between my legs and lapped at the come still oozing from my 
drenched, mushy hole. 

After letting me rest for a few minutes it was time for the next thing on 
the agenda. With her hands she parted the cheeks of my ass and placed the 
head of the dildo at my ass hole entrance. Without waiting she began to 
slide the monstrous length into my rectum. 

I yelled, I cried out with a mixture of pleasure and pain. It felt as if the 
dildo were splitting my ass in two, yet it felt so good I didn't want her to 
stop. 

I dug my fingers into the sheet while she continued to slide more and more 
of the rubber prick into my rectum. As she pushed it in she also wiggled it 
around inside until I was almost screaming, begging for more. 

As soon as it was all the way in, Terry began sliding it in and out, fucking 
me with it. Looking down I was able to see it, still shining with a mixture 
of juice from my cunt and my ass hole. 

I could feel another orgasm building up inside me and I knew that it would 
be the best one of my life. I ground my body against the bed. I had never 
been fucked like this before and I was really digging it now. Every fucking, 
rubber inch. 

Terry was an expert at what she was doing. In and out of my ass hole the 
dildo went. The red ring of flesh at the entrance to my ass clung to the 
dildo, but then opened easily as it slid back in, filling me up once again. 
With every thrust it felt as if the air was being forced from my lungs. I 
gasped for each breath as the sensations mounted inside my body. 

Just then, Terry stuck four fingers inside my wet, clinging cunt hole and 
began finger-fucking me. My cunt was still wet from my last come and .1 
could almost feel the walls clinging to Terry's fingers as she pumped them 
in and out. 

I began writhing on the bed as my climax drew closer and closer. And then I 
came! 

I cried out as wave after wave, one convulsion after another, raced through 
me, sending my warm cream to flood my cunt, spewing onto Terry's driving, 
fucking hand. Still she didn't stop. 

By now my cunt was so sensitive, I began begging her to stop, just for 
awhile. I breathed a sigh of relief as she pulled the dildo out of my 
tortured ass hole and then withdrew her fingers from my tender cunt. 

I lay back and relaxed as she got up off the bed and walked over to Bill, 
who was still sitting in the corner of the room. 

"I'll let her catch her breath for awhile," she said to him. 

"Are you enjoying yourself, Terry?" he asked. 

"Shit yes. She's a good cunt. You should take good care of her." 

"I do. That's why I let you have her for awhile." 

"Say, do you have another drink handy?" 

"Sure. Would you like a cigarette?" 

"Yeah, that would be good right now." 

"Here," he said, handing her the cigarette. "I'll go and fix that drink for 
you." 

While Terry sipped her drink, I lay on the bed feeling drained of 
everything. My ass hole was sore and I knew that the next day I wouldn't be 
able to sit on it. I wondered how I would take a shit and then I laughed at 
the thought. 

A few minutes later, Terry finished her drink and walked over to the bed. 
Taking some leather straps from the dresser drawer, she put them on the 
dildo. Giving the dildo to me" she told me to strap it around my waist. I 
did as she told me. After I had it firmly fastened around my waist, Terry 
got onto the bed beside me. 

"Alright, little cunt, now it's your turn to take care of me. Suck my 
titties for me and then I want you to eat my cunt. 

I dipped my head down to the firm, but soft mounds of her boobs. I licked 
all around the creamy, quivering mounds, tasting the flavor of her boobs, 
slowly drawing my tongue closer and closer to her hard, puckered brown 
nipples. 

"Oooooh, baby, that feels good. Now, suck them. Suck my nipples for me." 

I did as she said, sucking a nipple into my mouth and then rolling my tongue 
around the tip while I gently dug my teeth into the puckered brown flesh 
surrounding her nipple tip. 

I could hear Terry beginning to moan with pleasure and suddenly, I wanted to 
give her as much pleasure as she had given me. While sucking her nipples, I 
reached down and began to gently rub her big and hairy cunt. 

"Yes, yes, that's right baby. You're doing just fine," she murmured as she 
felt my fingers smearing her juice all around her hot pussy flesh. 

"Suck me now, cunt. Suck my pussy good." 

I left her swollen nipples and moved down the length of her body, licking as 
I went until I reached her pussy mound. Terry opened her legs wide and I put 
my face between them. With my fingers, I pulled her cunt lips wide apart and 
stared at the pink, slimy, squirming flesh inside. At the bottom of her 
gash, I could see her hole, all gooey and mushy with cunt juice. I breathed 
deeply, letting the odor of her pussy explode inside my brain, exciting me. 

Slowly, I stuck my tongue out and pressed it into her cunt. Terry moaned 
loudly with pleasure at the touch of my tongue and I began slithering it all 
over, concentrating on the erect nub of her oily clitoris. At the same time, 
I slid four fingers up her hole and began fucking her untii she writhed in 
passion on the bed. 

The juice was oozing copiously from her cunt and I found myself lapping it 
up just as fast as my tongue could move. 

"Alright, baby, fuck me now. Fuck me with the dildo. Oh, God, fuck my cunt 
with it." 

I took my juice-covered mouth from Terry's cunt and climbed on top of her, 
just as a man would. Reaching down, Terry grasped the shaft of the dildo in 
her hand and guided the head directly to her cunt hole. There was no need 
wetting the dildo. Her cunt was soaked! 

I could hear her sighing deeply as I pushed my hips downward, driving the 
rubber prick deep into her cunt hole. 

"Oh, yes," she moaned, "keep going. Give me all of that cock. Oh, shit, I 
love it. Fuck me with all of it. Slam it up my cunt." 

Suddenly, I rammed the remainder of the dildo into her cunt in one, hard 
lunge, taking Terry by surprise. She gasped for breath and then cried out 
with pleasure. As soon as it was all the way in, I began fucking her, using 
long, clean strokes, driving the entire length of the cock in and out of her 
juicy, sucking cunt hole. 

Terry raised her legs into the air and began bucking her cunt up and down, 
meeting each of my thrusts, driving the dildo just as far as it could 
possibly go inside her drenched, slimy hole. 

Our bodies, glistening with sweat, slapped together as our fucking grew more 
and more violent. Terry dug her nails into my back as her passion mounted. 

"Oh, shit," she yelled, "don't stop. Keep fucking. Harder. Harder." 

I was pounding away for all I was worth, sinking the dildo into her hole 
just as hard and fast as I possibly could. I found myself wanting to make 
Terry come. Not particularly because I wanted her to enjoy herself, but 
because I wasn't getting any real pleasure out of this and I wanted it to 
end. 

Terry wrapped her legs around my back, grinding her body into mine and 
touching me as much as she could as her climax began deep inside her cunt. 

I moaned as her teeth bit into my shoulder and then her cunt began to quiver 
with the beginning of her climax. I slammed harder into her hole and then 
she exploded, sending a shower of her warm juice onto the dildo, which then 
dripped in a slimy puddle onto the bed. 

Terry bucked wildly, crying out with pleasure, almost throwing me off her 
heaving, writhing body. And then she was quiet, her body still, while she 
breathed hard, gasping for breath. I lay on top of her, not sure what I was 
supposed to do. Finally, she told me to roll off of her and I did. 

Terry told me to unstrap the dildo, which I did, and then handed it to her. 
Getting up from the bed, she walked over to Bill and took a sip of the drink 
that he had ready for her. 

"Well," Bill asked. 

"She could be trained. Want to give her to me for awhile?" 

"Not yet," Bill said, smiling. 

"Gee, too bad. There's a lot of good potential there." 

"For some things." 

"Okay, I get the message, pal," Terry said laughing. 

"Yeah," Bill said, squeezing one of Terry's naked boobs. 

"Not that kind of pal," she said. 

"Terry, when are you going to let me fuck you?" Bill asked, exasperatedly. 

"One of these days. Maybe." 

"Alright. Fair enough." 

Terry broke away and got dressed. After putting on her skirt and sweater she 
bent down and kissed me. I returned the kiss and watched her as she then 
walked out of the apartment into the night. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Walking over to the bed, Bill looked down at me. My boobs quivered on my 
chest and my nipples were still hard with excitement. Sitting up, I reached 
for a cigarette and Bill lit it for me. 

"Why did you do that, Bill?" 

"Do what?" he asked. 

"Don't play dumb with me." 

"Alright. I wanted to repay a favor." 

"And so you used me," I said accusingly. 

"It looks that way," he said smiling. "Are you complaining?" 

"Go to hell." 

"Don't worry, baby, we'll be fucking there, too." 

I was silent. 

"Now don't tell me," he said, "that you didn't enjoy every inch of that 
dildo inside your ass because I was watching you. I could see you never had 
anything so god damn good in your life. Admit it! " 

Tears began to form in my eyes, but I fought them back I sat up on the edge 
of the bed and spat at him. 

"You're an animal, a pig. I hate you." 

"Tough shit, baby. Maybe this will teach you a lesson. Maybe the next time 
you won't be so quick to fuck someone if I'm not around." 

"I tried to explain it to you, but you just wouldn't listen. What could I 
do?" 

"That's a lot of bullshit," he said. "There was nothing to explain. I caught 
you fucking with Bruce and that's all there is to it. Now forget it." 

Suddenly, Bill started ripping his clothes off. Within a moment he was 
standing in front of me, naked, his cock hard and throbbing with desire. I 
guess seeing me fucking with Terry really got him hot. 

"Oh, Bill," I cried out as I felt his hand reaching for my cunt. I opened my 
legs as wide as I could and sighed with pleasure as I felt him jamming three 
fingers into my wet, dripping cunt hole. I found myself wondering if I could 
ever get enough sex to satisfy me. 

"Oh, Bill, Bill, that feels so good. So good." My breath came in hot, 
panting gasps as he finger-fucked my cunt, while at the same time he bent 
down and began sucking one erect nipple, gently digging his teeth into it. 

Suddenly, he pulled his fingers out of my cunt and filled my ass hole with 
them. I groaned with lust. With the muscles inside my rectum, I grasped his 
fingers, making the fit even tighter. God, how I wanted his cock! 

As soon as he felt like my ass hole was ready, he took his cock and placed 
the head against the entrance. A heavy moan of pleasure rose from my throat 
as I felt the thick length of his prick slowly sinking into the warmth of my 
ass hole. As he pushed it in I slowly pressed my ass against him, trying to 
drive the cock in even deeper. I couldn't get enough. 

With every thrust, Bill buried his cock deeper into my ass hole. Both my 
cunt and ass hole filled with lubrication as he whipped my shit into a 
frothy mess. His hand, still buried inside my cunt, banged against my womb 
with the same rhythm he was using to fuck my ass. 

With every thrust I could feel my climax drawing closer. I gasped for 
breath, I panted, I moaned increasingly louder as the raging fires burned 
inside me. 

"Oh, Bill, fuck me, harder, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." 

My body writhed on the bed. I cried out in ecstasy. 

"Oh, harder, Bill, harder, fuck me. Screw the shit out of my ass. Drill me, 
fuck my cunt, my ass. Fuck me. Make me come, I'm going to come. Oh, Bill, 
Oh, I'm coming, I'm coming!" 

I gasped for air as my body vibrated on the bed. Come flowed from my cunt 
and still he kept slamming his prick into the depths of my bowels. My orgasm 
ended yet still he kept fucking, was starting to get really sore now and I 
cried with the pain. Still, he kept fucking me. 

"Please, please Bill, come. Shoot inside my ass. Oh, God it hurts, Bill. 
Please, come inside me. I can't stand anymore. Please!" 

"I'm gonna fuck your ass off," he said in answer to my pleas. 

And he did just that. Fucking me until I couldn't see straight, until my ass 
felt like a raw, bleeding mass of flesh. Although it was painful, I 
tightened my sphincter, making the hole even tighter for him, hoping that it 
would force him to come. 

Finally, I heard him grunting. I tightened my ass hole even more, begging 
him to come. Suddenly, I felt his cock swell inside me and then throb with 
his release. I moaned with pleasure as I felt his scalding, thick load of 
sperm gushing from his palpitating prick, lubricating the walls of my 
rectum. And then he pulled his cock out. 

"Suck it, cunt," he said. 

He rolled over onto his back. I opened my mouth wide and sucked in his soft, 
slimy cock. As I sucked it clean for him, I rolled my tongue around the 
sensitive head until his ass was bucking up and down on the bed, not 
stopping until he had slapped my face three times. I was tempted to just 
bite his cock off, but decided against it. I knew that I would be wanting it 
again-soon. 

That last fuck made me forgive him for what he had done and now we rested 
quietly on the bed, my head on his shoulder, one of his hands cupping my 
soft, creamy tits, gently pressing a newly erected 184 nipple with his 
strong fingers. 

After a few minutes, I could feel my pussy starting to fill with a new load 
of juice. I moaned softly and pressed my lips to his throat, licking all 
around his flesh. After a minute, I found his mouth and darted my tongue 
inside, tasting the hot, wet sweetness of his saliva. His tongue came to 
life and began playing a game of tag with my own. For five minutes we 
exchanged spit, him drinking mine and then me drinking his. 

His fingers began rubbing the hot, wet meat inside my twat while I gently, 
lovingly played with his growing cock. 

A husky moan escaped from my throat as I slid down his body, licking wetly 
over his chest and stomach, right down to his hard, throbbing cock. 

My tongue was hot and wet with spit as I laved up and down the underside of 
his prick, taking time to swirl my tongue all around the head until it was 
throbbing with passion. 

Opening my mouth wide, I sucked the head inside, slowly going lower and 
lower until I had taken three-quarters of his prick inside my mouth. Slowly, 
with a nice, wet suction, I began moving my mouth up and down the length of 
his prick, sucking him off. 

Finally, I could stand it no longer. I had to feel him inside my cunt, 
fucking me. Giving him one last kiss, I squatted over it. Grasping the base 
of the shaft, I directed the head to my open, glistening hole and pressed it 
against the opening. 

I moaned softly with pleasure as I sat down on it, feeling the entire length 
slide deeply into my hole. As soon as I had buried it inside as far as I 
could, I fell forward onto him, crushing my tits against his chest. 

I sighed with desire as he wrapped his arms around my back and began pumping 
his massive cock in and out of my dripping, sucking cunt hole. 

The walls of my pussy grasped his cock, not wanting to let it go. Together 
we moved in perfect unison, perfect rhythm, fucking, fucking, fucking. 

"Oh, Bill. Your cock feels so good inside me," I moaned passionately in his 
ear. 

We were both fucking slowly, enjoying the feeling of cock and cunt coming 
together, our bodies and souls merging as one inside the warm, wet depths of 
my cunt. 

Just then, Bill rolled over until he was on top of me, his cock staying 
inside my cunt, never losing a stroke. In this position I felt his cock 
moving even deeper inside me with every stroke. 

I wrapped my legs around his back, heaving my ass up and down, moaning each 
time his prick sunk deliciously into my juice-filled hole. 

"Oh, Bill, fuck me harder, fuck my cunt hard. Stab your prick into me. Oh, 
Jesus, that feels so good. Oh, I love your prick. I love it!" 

I was no longer a person. With his cock pumping inside me, I was being 
transformed into a wild animal. All I was aware of was Bill's prick. All I 
wanted was to be fucked. 

The bed shook and creaked as we banged our sweating bodies together, both of 
us desperately straining to come, to reach our own moment of ecstasy, our 
climax, I was breathing hard and fast as the desire mounted inside my body. 
I could feel my heart racing inside my chest, beating like a drum as I 
quivered and writhed on the bed. 

When I finally came it was like nothing I had ever known. Ever since I met 
Bill, every orgasm seemed to be better than the last. I cried out as the 
sweet pain tore through me. My back arched into the air as I reached for the 
feeling, only to be slammed back down onto the bed. A hoarse cry of pent-up 
lust wracked my throat. Convulsions of pleasure sent my hot cream spewing 
from my palpitating pussy, soaking his embedded cock. 

Just then, Bill gave forth a mighty grunt and I felt the hard length of his 
cock throb inside me. Hot gushes of thick, white sperm shot from his 
spasming prick, splashing inside the drenched cavern of my vagina. The 
feeling of having him come inside me sent another series of smaller, though 
still pleasant tremors through my pussy until I finally lay back, drained of 
all energy. Finally, it ended for him and he got out of bed. Going into the 
kitchen he fixed himself another drink. I stayed in bed. I knew that in the 
morning my cunt would be sore as hell, but right then, at that moment it was 
the most beautiful feeling in the world. 

I could hear the sounds of the street filtering in through the window. They 
were all sounds I had heard a thousand times before. I became aware of Bill 
sitting in a chair in the corner of the bedroom. He was already dressed. I 
assumed that he had to go out. 

"Bill," I said, "I'm sorry. It will never happen again. I swear it. You're 
all that I want. Please, believe me." 

"Isn't it a little late for that?" he asked. 

"What do you mean?" 

"I don't know, Kim. Let's play it be ear for awhile." 

"Alright Bill. But, please, just give me a chance." 

"Everybody has and wants just one more chance. Most people want more than 
one and sometimes it just doesn't work out." 

"How does it work out then?" 

"Like this. Like tonight. When we started out together it was all fun and 
games. And things started to happen. It used to be that I was happy just to 
fuck and then you came along. We started playing this slave game and then 
tonight happened. I won't say that I didn't enjoy it, but now I'm getting 
scared. It's like ... it's like it's no longer a game and that this is all 
for real. I feel like I'm turning into the animal that I've been acting like 
ever since we first met. I just don't know anymore. I just don't know." 

"Who was that girl, Bill?" 

"You mean Terry?" 

"Yes, that's right." 

"Just a girl. She did me a favor once. I promised that I would pay her back 
someday. Tonight I did just that." 

"And now you are squared with her?" 

"That's right, thanks to you." 

"Well, I'm glad I was able to help," I said, the sarcasm more than apparent 
in my voice. 

"Jesus Christ, Kim, don't start in again. Shit, you bring it all on yourself 
and then when the shit falls in your lap you wonder why. I'm telling you 
now, baby, wake up, if you can. Wake up." 


The End
