Chapter 6

A darkness clouded my mind and I drifted in my sleep. It was all dream. There were people and faces looking down at me. I smiled and then skipped along a barren field. It was white and gray. Formless with form. I floated about as if I were free of the gravity of this earth.

Then with a shock, I jerked my eyes open. It was as if I had been ejected from a jet plane. Whoosh and I was awake. One moment there was deep sleep, filled with dreams, but slowly sinking into dreamless oblivion and the next thing I knew I was awake.

There was no noise, but the breathing of Judd's lungs. He was sleeping peacefully and the air left him in rhythmic beats.

It was dark, my eyes took in a little light and I could see Judd's sleeping form, and I saw that his back was turned to me. He was there and I felt the security of his presence.

There was the silence and I listened to it, drank it in as if it were something voluble, something of substance.

I wanted to wake him and so I shook Judd, but nothing came of it. He was dead to the world and of no use to me. So I turned my head to the right. Another dark form lay next to me. It could only be Mike.

Slowly and unsure in the dark, I steadily moved my hand toward him under the covers. He lay on his back, also dead to the world. But at least, he was accessible.

My hand touched his left hip. I hesitated, for I didn't want to waken him. I wanted to do this my way.

When I was certain that he hadn't stirred at this preliminary contact, I pressed against him a little harder. Still there was no reaction.

I raised my hand, allowing the tips of my fingers to graze along his flesh. My hand climbed the side of his hip and slipped over the flat of his groin. I touched his pubic hairs and stopped.

When there was still no movement, I proceeded with more boldness. I let my hand gently settle. My fingers sank into the thick matted dark hair. They penetrated and touched the warm moist skin beneath.

Still there was no stirring.

Recklessly, now, I moved my hand around groping for his prick. I found it.

His peter was limp, the length of it hanging down between his spread legs. The head almost touched the mattress.

Encircling the muscle, my fingers closed upon this great "tamer." I lifted it from its crotch. I could feel its pulsing warmth heating my hand. The heat ran through my hand, up my arm, my body.

I turned back the covers, exposing his groin. And still he didn't move.

Now, I decided was right. Now!

I released his prick, gently. Silently I raised myself out of the bed, feet first as I slid off the end from between the men. I edged around the bed and approached Mike from the right side.

Kneeling beside the bed, I leaned forward, sticking out my tongue. I stroked my moist hungry tongue along the length of the flaccid flesh, working my way toward the head of the cock.

Being soft, the huge head was spongy and pliable. I liked it that way and sucked it into my mouth, nibbling on it gently. I felt its softness give with the pressure of my teeth.

I was getting excited.

I was becoming passionate.

I felt sexy.

I knew I was depraved, but loved it. I remembered what he had done to me earlier.-

So I slipped the head of his member from my mouth. Supporting the shaft with my hands, I began a slow, steady sucking motion. I drew on him as if he were a straw. At the same time, I would dart my tongue around the head. But mostly I tickled his cock just at and behind the slit.

I continued doing this for hours-or so it seemed. It didn't matter because it was a delicious feeling-wonderful, exciting.

With my other hand I was stroking my cunt. I tickled my clit to excite myself more. My cunt, from all the recent and intense fucking, was extremely sensitive.

With the first touch of my other hand, I responded with tingles of excitement, like sparks shooting through me. My hips twitched and ground onto my fingers.

And I continued sucking.

Finally without warning, I found my reward. His bladder, relaxed in sleep, began leaking. Slowly at first, only in droplets which I easily swallowed, he peed. But then, the flow increased. It was all I could do to keep up with it. I could hear myself gulping in the silence of the room. Even the sound of my swallowing excited me.

I kept on sucking-until he was bled dry. was happy that I had taken everything he had in him. I had drunk him empty.

But I wanted more!

I wasn't satisfied. He still hadn't moved. I felt certain that it would have awakened him, what I had done. But it did not.

Then, it occurred to meJudd.

Quickly, I padded around the bed and lifted the covers from Judd. His cock, now, was also easily accessible. So I took advantage of it.

I placed my lips to the very tip and began to draw on the soft cock. Once again I sucked as though my life fluids were in there.

I wasn't rewarded; for like Mike, at first there was only a small trickle.

But it tasted great!

In a little while however, it became a steady flow. Judd was hot, salty, sweet, sour strong. All of these flavors registered. All they did was to whet my appetite for more.

I sucked Judd-my daddy-until he had no more to offer me.

And still, I was unsatisfied.

I sucked the head of his soft cock into my mouth and pulled it into my throat. It slid in easily. Once lodged there, I simply swallowed it. I milked it, pulling and tugging lovingly on it.

My efforts paid off. It began to grow. It got stiffer. It began to fill my mouth. It dove deeper into my throat. As it stiffened, it became more difficult to suck.

As it achieved full hardness, I felt Judd's hips begin to work. They were slow at first, their motions small and jerky. But then they became more rhythmic, steadier, and larger. The stiff piece of meat was slipping nearly out of my mouth and then deep into my throat on each round. The action was smoothly alternate and steady.

His rhythm and stroking enabled me to breathe easier. I had nothing to do but fondle his tight balls with one hand, and my cunt with the other hand. I wanted to let a long moan escape; I desired to cry for joy. I fought such impulses back. I needed them asleep.

I wanted to suck him off. I wanted to taste his thick cream in my throat. I wanted it in my mouth this time, not my cunt.

Otherwise, Judd didn't move. He continued to lie peacefully asleep in the same position. Only his hips pivoted and dove his shaft into my eagerly awaiting face.

His strokes speeded up and became shorter. As the head was barely in my mouth, I took the opportunity to work it with my tongue, which I slipped around the head. I poked it into the slit on the tip, and waited to give its love to me. I wanted it to shoot. I was forcing it to dump its load into me.

For the third time, I succeeded. I felt the head harden, swell, and then throb. As quickly as it did, I tasted the thick milk that was Judd's orgasm. His gism shot into my mouth and that in great abundance. It filled me.

And I swallowed it. Every bit of it.

His cock stopped throbbing. His hips stopped moving. His tool began to soften. It retreated from the depths of my throat. It went limp, flaccid. Finally, reluctantly, I let it slip from my mouth.

Drained. Daddy was spent. Judd was used. And still I was not satisfied! I wanted-I needed-I must have more! I thought of returning to Mike. But I decided, instead, to go into the living room and sit down alone. Perhaps I could talk myself into a calmer more cool mood. I was unable to cool off. My hands wouldn't stay away from my cunt. It itched and burned. I toyed with, played with it. I slipped my fingers into its moist depths again and again.

Nothing would-or so it seemed could-satisfy me. I still wanted something better in me. I wanted something in my cunt!

As I sat there wondering what I could use, I heard a sound behind me. Startled, I spun around. There stood Mike. He was naked. "What's this?" His voice was almost tender. "What's what?" I felt slightly ashamed of my perpetual need.

"What're you doin' out here-all alone."

"I can't sleep." I wasn't really telling a lie, I thought to myself. "Why?"

"Oh, I don't know," I said casually, "just restless, I guess. Have you forgotten that I've had a lot of unaccustomed exercise, tonight. It sometimes makes people unable to sleep." I hoped that I could entice him without him really knowing I needed him-anyone-that badly. I hoped he would jump to his own conclusions.

Mike had taken a seat next to me on the couch. In the softness of the night, I could see his cock. It was hanging limply between his legs. Mentally, I licked my lips. Already I was thirsty for more.

And more!

Mike sat there, quiet and relaxed, eyeing me. What was he thinking, I asked myself. Every second, each tick and heartbeat I got more and more desperate.

I could not wait any longer for Mike to make a move.

On an impulse-a desperate need-I reached forward and took his prick into my hand. "Maybe this would help me," I murmured.

"Yeah? How?"

"In me-" I was moaning. I was starving.

"Yeah?" He reached over and placed his hand on my crotch.

His fingers came alive. Gently he clawed at my crack, scratching and teasing the lips. The motions of his fingers smeared the moistness there onto his hand.

My legs spread. It was automatic, this baring of myself to him. I wanted him to ravage me. My groin twitched forward, pressing against his fingers.

"You're a hot one-Really a hot one, aren't you?" His voice was low, seductive.

I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing. Instead, I squeezed his cock. It began showing life.

I felt his fingers creep into my slit. They poked at my clit and rubbed against it.

Shivers of excitement and anticipation filled me. I had had Mike once before-no twice, no, fucking A, it was three times!-And I knew what he could do. I wanted it, needed him.

"Oh-That's good-Do it some more-Please-Fuck me-Rub me-Ohhhhhh!"

He changed his position on the coach, turning to face me. Putting a leg under his ass which spread his legs, he offered me his huge cock and equally monstrous balls to fondle. He took his other hand and began working it on my pussy. Gently at first, getting it moist and ready.

I was somewhat surprised that he brought his hand to my mouth.

"Lick it clean. It's yours. And there's no sense in wasting it. Lick it good."

I complied. My tongue shot forward and lapped at his fingers. It coiled around them. I pulled them into my mouth, one by one, and cleaned each one in its turn. They were wet from saliva, but clean of my cunt juice.

"Taste good?"

"Ummmmmmmmmm!" I let my hand have its freedom to caress his meat and let my head lie back on the couch. I was excited. But I was also relaxed.

His hand came from my cunt again. I felt his fat fingers pressing against my lips.

"Lick some more, then." He coaxed his index finger between my lips.

I didn't need much encouragement. The finger's moistness and my willingness were perfectly matched. I let him insert it into my mouth. I twirled my tongue around it and cleaned it as he wanted. I just felt suddenly lazy enough to let him do the work.

When I finished all of his fingers, he went back to my pussy. But this time instead of teasing the lips, he began working his way into my crack. He found my hole and teased it by probing gently and tentatively into it.

I indicated full consent by spreading my legs still wider.

As his cock had grown stiff, I leaned forward and took the head into my mouth.

"How'd it taste," he asked breaking the silence.

"How did what taste," I asked as I came up off him.

"How'd it taste in the bedroom?" So! He knew! Why had he remained so passive?

"I thought you were asleep." I was glad the darkness could hide the blush that rose up my face.

"Baby, I mean when the good times come, I mean baby there ain't nothing to sleep about, dig? I was awake when you got the first drop. My prick was hard, I mean hard baby, do you know why? I couldn't have pissed with it like that if I were asleep."

"Oh."

"But that wasn't enough for you, was it? You had to go around and do the same for your old man, huh? You had to suck him empty too, huh? What else did you do for him that you didn't do for me?"

"He came." My voice was tight from the pleasure of his manipulations on my cunt.

"And you liked that?"

"Certainly!" I was indignant at his doubt of my enjoyment. "It was very good."

But I didn't want to talk anymore. There were better things to do with my mouth. I again lowered my head into his crotch, devouring as much of his cock as I could get into my face.

He had managed to work three fingers into my cunt all the way up to the hand.

"Like that?"

I pushed against him. He knew what I meant. In fact, I thought he was rather stupid for even bothering to ask, for he certainly should know by now-

He pulled his hand free and shoved my mouth off his cock. Then he smeared my juices all over the' head of his rampant cock.

"Now, baby, let me see you love that." His voiced showed his growing excitement, which pleased me no end.

He again returned to my cunt, this time using four fingers shoved into a cone formation. My cunt opened willingly. The rubbing and stretching was inflaming me with desire. Again I shoved against his head. I wanted more.

"How much do you think you can take up that snatch of yours?"

I came up for air, taking a deep breath. Without giving it a second's thought, I began telling him what Jerome had done with two magazines and how I had gotten all of that inside of me. I told him how good it felt and how I intended to try it again sometime. I only omitted the last part-the part where Jerome and I. I told him how good it felt and practically begged him to repeat the magazine act.

"How about now?" He moved his hand into my cunt again. "How about fillin' it for you now? Then maybe we'll even fuck you afterwards."

He took my silence for consent. Pulling free of me, he picked up several magazines that lay on the coffee table.

And, as Jerome had done, he went into the bathroom and turned on the water. And as with Jerome, there was silence after.

Now he was back-brandishing a dildo that seemed to be at least twice as fat as the one Jerome had used.

"Let's try it with four. Two isn't much bigger than me."

He knelt in front of me and touched the tip of the warm wet thing to my cunt. It convulsed for him. The lips pushed and then pulled, opening and then closing.

"Just lean back and relax, baby-Just let me attend to the matter. You enjoy it for once. I'll do all the work."

My mind turned briefly back to Mike of the previous evening. This was a different person. like Judd, this Mike was a person I could love. His way was rough, and he was easily made angry. He was violent. But he was compassionate-just like Judd.

Mike applied a twisting pressure against my cunt-and my mind flew back to the absolute present. I could feel the penetration taking place. I felt the awful tightness of my cunt lips as they were pushed apart. They were moved so far out of the way that I feared that I might be hurt.

But the warmth of the thing was soothing, relaxing, encouraging. My fears vanished.

I let him have his way. I relaxed as much as I could, trying to make my body as limp as it could get.

Mike continued his talking, his encouraging, his seduction of my cunt with four magazines. He was twisting my mind, making me think of nothing but the fullness that I would feel. He made me want it-need it-want it-

"Yeah, baby, open it up. That's it, let it go limp. Let me get it in there-all of it-You want it up there, now, don't you, baby?-You want it full up in there-tight-warm-hard-You want it, don't you, baby? Hot cock-way up there, baby-way up there-right?-You want it up there, now-don't you, baby, huh?"

"Yes," I heard a distant voice replying-my voice! "Yes-way up there-all of it-fill it-all of it-"

The sensations were terrific! My cunt had never, never felt so warm, so tight, so full. I loved it! I wanted it! I wanted all of it-way up there-filling my stomach-filling my cunt-filling it-filling it-

The dildo suddenly came to life! My whole body tensed.

"Relax, baby." His voice was low and seductive. "Take it-just relax-It's an idea I got when I saw it in the bathroom-I thought you'd like it-Take it for me, now-Come on-relax."

In spite of myself, and because of my desire, I let his voice control me. I felt my body relaxing. I lowered its resistance to the vigorous vibrations of the warm dildo. I looked down and-I could see only an inch or so of the roll left.

"It is all inside of me?" Thoughts of it all up there excited me.

"You bet it is, honey!" He smiled up at me. "You've most got it all. How's it feel up there? How's it feel in that cunt now, baby? How's it feel-feel?"

I had to answer him. I had to tell him how good it was. I had to tell him how marvelous my cunt felt. I had to let him know that I was floating in ecstasy.

Somehow, I guess, I managed to convey my point.

I knew he knew, for he was encouraged to apply more pressure. It felt its way up in me, pressing against the base of my womb. The dildo was trying to bend the curve of my canal, but couldn't.

My body was wracked with pleasure. It shook with excitement. I thrashed with my legs spread wide. My cunt bobbed and pushed on the warm, soggy dildo inserted inside my twat.

"There! That's it! You've got it in there. All of it!"

Amazed, I looked down. I was overjoyed for I had done it-taken the whole thing. My cunt was being stretched by the size of the magazine roll and battered by the vibrator he had inserted inside the roll. I tingled all over. My tits were hard. My nipples stood rigid and sensitive.

"Stand up," Mike ordered.

Unhesitatingly, I got to my feet. I could still feel it inside of me. The vibrator was driving me mad! I couldn't hold my groin still. I was working it in fucking motions-back and forth, round and round. I felt the dildo pressing against my insides-vibrating them, relaxing them, coaxing them, rubbing them, irritating them. Willingly, I adjusted my speed to that of the machine's. Eagerly, I sought all the motions that would increase my pleasure. Hungrily, I wanted it to go on forever-feeling and stroking my clit with one hand. With his other, he worked on my tits, rubbing the nipples. Then he shifted his eager hand to his cock. Slowly, but steadily, he was catching up with me. Then, crushing my fingers into his tits. I pulled on them vicious. I pinched and twisted his nipples. Then I rubbed his belly hard but moved upward and twisted the nipples with my fingers.

My passions were mounting. The way Mike was twisting and yanking on my clit, causing my juices to flow even more freely. I could feel them forcing their way past the dildo and coming down the lips of my pussy. The thick liquid dribbled down my thighs and Mike's hand.

But I didn't care. I was enjoying this depravity. I wanted it to go on forever and ever-and ever-and ever-

Mike cupped his hand under my cunt, smearing his palm across it to collect my fluids. Then he arose to his feet and offered it to me.

My tongue shot out, hungrily. like a dog lapped at his palm, rinsing it with saliva as I sucked up the thick liquid that came from me.

I took his cock in my hand. I began stroking it furiously, pushing and pulling on it. I smeared the length of it with the leak of his own fluids, making it wet and sticky and slick.

When I had completed wetting him, he spun me around. He bent over me, telling me to arch my back as I had done before. I didn't know how he expected to get his cock in with the dildo, but I trusted him now.

And then he stabbed me-in the ass!

I screamed purely from the shock. It echoed like a roaring bellow in the previously silent room. But it was only a scream.

And it was useless as any means of stopping Mike. His cock was firmly planted up my ass, pressing against the thin membrane which separated him from the dildo. His strokes were long and steady. His cock slid from me and drove back in all the way to the hilt. I could feel his kinky hairy-mat rubbing against my ass checks. And his balls slapped my cunt rear at each inward thrust.

I was certain my ass was split, for the pain was excruciating!

As he continued his pumping into me, the pain began to subside. It grew gradually less, and was being replaced by sheer pleasure. I enjoyed it-so much, in fact, that I began bracing myself and pressing back against him as he advanced on each stroke. I helped him plug my ass. I felt his curved cock bear down on the dildo, which could only press harder against my outer stomach muscles.

And still I wasn't satisfied! I wanted something else-

"Well, well-What have we here?" Judd was standing in the doorway.

Surprised I looked up. He was leaning against the door jamb, his cock, half hard, nestled in his hand. Judd grinned lecherously.

"What's she up to now, Mike?"

"You wouldn't believe-She's got my cock up her ass-all the way!

"And on top of that, she's got an eleven-inch dildo wrapped around a vibrator up her cunt. This broad is some thin' else, Judd!"

"There's no doubt about it, not a bit. Fran is somethin' else! Judd, you really got yourself somethin' here!" Mike's voice was sincere. He really meant it. I felt flattered. I was happy that he thought so much of me-for Judd's sake, that is. I wanted to please Judd so much-so much-

"Come here, daddy," I moaned passionately.

Judd walked around the couch and stood before me. I wasted no time. I sucked his cock into my mouth and began chewing on it to work it up to full hardness.

"Hey, momma," Judd queried, "what'd you do to me before? I had the funniest feeling that I was pissing, but I thought it was a dream. Then I thought I was coming. Again I thought it was just dreaming, like always-But, you know-I feel like it wasn't dreaming. It felt, and feels, like you took me good. Did you-Did you take my cock?"

I didn't bother to answer. His stiffened cock was way down my throat, deeply lodged in my esophagus. I couldn't be bothered to breathe or speak-especially the latter as the former took all my necessary concentration. I wasn't going to faint, just because he wanted an immediate answer. I would tell him all about it later.

But Mike answered for me.

"Yeah, man! She sure did. She not only drained your piss. She popped your nuts for you. I was awake all the time, but she didn't know it. She even drained me. She's real good, you know. Real good!"

The excitement of and in their talking was. bringing me to a peak. Once again I felt myself getting ready to explode. I felt like getting ready to burst from way down my canal.

I worked frantically with my hips, massaging my cunt on the dildo and my ass on the cock. I felt the two of them tug and pull at my insides. At the same time, my movements said just enough to encourage my two men to continue talking.

Then it happened. My knees went weak and Mike had to hold me up by the hips. All at once, it seemed, our united rhythms broke apart. And each of us was pumping and working at his individual speed.

Judd slammed his cock into my throat at such a pace that I could no longer breathe easily. Although it should have made sucking more difficult, I found it most exciting.

Mike plugged my ass at a fast pace. The fullness of his weapon slid in and out of me, tying my insides into knots.

My cunt was aching, twitching, pulling on itself. I could feel liquids draining from me freely. They seeped beyond the lips of my cunt and clung to them, hanging there, before splashing onto the floor. The vibrator was tearing into my cunt.

Then I became light-headed and thought I surely would faint from the sheer pleasure and ecstasy. It was too much for me. I wanted it all to stop-even though it felt exquisitely wonderful.

My stomach was beginning to ache from the hard pressure of the dildo and Mike's cock. And although increasing in sensitivity almost to the screaming point, I did not try to force the objects from either my pussy or my ass.

I could feel Mike's fingers digging into my hips. I could tell by his motions that he was about ready to reach climax. I felt his cock swelling to enormous proportions. Then it throbbed as he spewed forth.

"Hold on, baby," he shouted. "Here it is! Here it is! Take it! Take it all! I'm coming! Shit!"

He lunged violently in my ass and I felt the heat of his milk. I felt it fill my rectum and lower intestinal loop. I felt the rigid cock become a steel shaft and burrow deeper into me. It was certain from the feel of it, that it was already in my stomach-which stomach, intestinal or gastral, I couldn't tell, or couldn't care, either!

Slowly, then, it began a retreat. His motions weakened. His spasms lessened. And I knew that he was empty. He let go of my hips and I sank to my knees.

Judd was still holding my head, forcing his cock into my throat. I wanted him to come, too. So I sucked hungrily, greedily on his tool. I worked my tongue over the length of it, fondling his balls and stroking his under-crotch. It was my effort to bring him to his peak.

Saliva dripped from my chin and fell on my breasts. Every now and then, a soft moan of abandon would escape form my lips.

I realized that I still was working my hips. I still felt the ecstasy the vibrating dildo imparted. Lubricative juices drained from me and contributed, I am sure, to my depravity.

I thought of Judd's orgasm with anticipation. I imagined the feeling of his cock swelling in me. I imagined the taste of his thick cream as it slid over my tongue and into my throat. My taste buds became excited at these thoughts. I renewed my efforts with vigor.

"You really want it, don't you, momma-You're really working for that load, huh?-Really want it-Hot come-That's it, isn't it-huh?"

As I couldn't answer him directly, I indicated my agreement with action. I renewed, again, my efforts, drawing and sucking on his rampant cock. I created as much pressure as I possibly could with the suction.

Suddenly he pushed my head from him and turned it upward. My mouth was only inches from his cock, which was wet and shiny and twitching. I couldn't reach it with my tongue. It was just out of reach. Tantalizingly, just out of reach-teasingly.

"How about a ride, Momma?"

"Anything-anything, Judd."

"Good."

Relaxing his hold on me, he returned to the bedroom where he collected some clothing and brought them back to us. He threw a pair of tight jeans at me and a denim shirt, too.

"Wanna come, Mike?" He slipped jeans over his frame tucking his still stiff cock into them.

"Why not," Mike asked, getting into his own jeans.

"Oh, no you don't!" Judd had seen what I was going to do. "That little toy stays right here where it is! You're goin' to ride with that cock up your snatch, momma-because I want you to really feel it. I want to have that cunt of yours ready for me."

Turning to Mike, Judd continued, "Remember that old road we found a few weeks ago, Mike? The one we thought would tear our motors apart? What say we try it again for our momma-That should wake her up, don't you think? Huh?"

"Yeah! That should give her cunt something to remember for a long, long time! In fact, I'd say she won't forget it. Period."

I could only try to imagine what was in store for me. And I found myself looking forward to it with mixed emotions. Part of me was whispering that I should avoid whatever it was. But part of me was encouraging me to hurry and dress.

Of course, I listened mostly to that latter part of me-