Chapter 17

I settled my ass on the luxurious gold velvetcovered couch to receive my official welcome into the Tabernacle of Cosmic Consciousness. For some strange reason, maybe the feel of the velvet rubbing against my bare buttocks, my nipples began to stiffen and jut out. I was thinking of Vic Vellick, the biggest cock-wielder I ever met and maybe that had something to do with the horny tingling I had running through my cunny.

A handsome young man, apparently one of the welcoming committee, entered the room, and I promptly forgot about Vellick's bull-prick. He was a real doll, with lovely sculptured muscles. The little bikini thing he was wearing around his loins coudn't conceal the fact that he outdid even the great Vellick in the super-cock and balls department. I drooled, waiting for him to come closer to my naked behind.

He walked slowly up to me and looked at my tits and blonde bushed pussy which I had artfully exposed. Then he spat at me "Boy!" he scoffed"Sibyl's really scraping the bottom of the barrel for her new Vestal Virgins. A pig," he sneered, "a fat pig lying wallowing in a mud bath would have a more appealing cunt than you." He hauled back and slapped me real hard across the ass. Both ass-cheeks.

I went livid with rage. I flung back my arm to slap his nuts till they rang like bells and -my arm kind of froze in mid-air. I tried to slap them and I couldn't. I just couldn't.

"Wanna slap, huh?" he sneered. "All right, take this!" And with that he slapped me on the right titty just as hard as he could. "And this!" he added, slap ping my left nipple just as hard. "And this! he slapped my twat's bush so hard it sounded like a carpetbeater slamming against a carpet. He walked around me. Slap, slap! I felt my ass sting like crazy.

"Don't do that!" I screamed.

"So stop me," he sneered.

I tried to stop him. I couldn't. Slap, slap, slap slap, slap! I felt my body nakedness jerk and quiver as he slapped me all over. And every time I raised my fist to slug him back -my fist wouldn't slug.

"What a fat, repulsive cunt you are," he sneeredHe yawned. "However, if you beg me, really beg me on your knees -why, I guess I'll permit you to suck my asshole."

"Never!" I yelled. Thud, thud-Something against my knees. The floor. Without intending to, I'd dropped to my knees before him.

"Crawl toward me," he ordered.

"No!" I gasped, crawling toward him, my bush scraping along the floor.

"Embrace me," he ordered.

"I'd sooner die," I snarled, wrapping my arms around his ass and hugging him hard, pressing the ripe fullness of my titties crushingly tight against the front of his hard, big thick cock.

"That's better," he sneered. "Now suck it passionately."

I opened my mouth to tell him what he could go suck -but I didn't tell him. Instead, I heard myself asking, in a real meek voice, "Where shall I begin?"

"Suck me," he said, "right -there," pointing to the. tremendous head of his super-prick.

"Are your nuts scrambled?" I gasped. "I wouldn't suck that dirty looking foreskin if you had the last prick on Earth. Especially I wouldn't suck -" I broke off. Talking was impossible now. My lips were fully occupied with pushing the foreskin on his cock-head back so I could suck his naked knob "Ah," I heard him say, "that's more like it. Repulsive though you are in general, I have to admit your lips are pleasantly ripe, soft, liquid and caressing. Now really start sucking -tongue and all."

Never! I cried, but only mentally. Physically I was already sucking his huge, hot dong with my mouth as well as my lips. And tonguing, all up and down that solid, slippery shaft. Passionately,-teasingly, tormentingly. On and on I kept sucking and tonguing, all up and down that solid, slippery shaft, while very fiber of my being rebelled. On and on. And on. And on.

Soon, very soon now, he was going to have to tell me to stop. Because if he didn't -He didn't. I went on sucking it with my lips, and my mouth . . I had his foreskin between my teeth, while his head and stiff shaft were plunging down my throat.

Until at last -I went on hotly mouthing his burning shaft, while his huge head tickled my tonsils. Passionately. I just couldn't help it, the head and foreskin of his cock actually tasted delicious. But I was sure helping that ramrod of his. Helping him have a lewd lascivious ball. Finally, a long long time later, he gasped in a funny kind of way and pushed me away. Pushed me away real rudely by putting his hands against my face and shoving.

"That," he gasped, "will do. In fact, I think you did just about all you needed to do twenty or thirty sucks back."

"You're telling me," I choked, still swallowing the globs of hot, glutinous semen Which his pecker had propelled down my throat like a rocket launcher.

He stood in front of me gasping and holding his wet dick, suddenly limp and depleted. "Don't fight it, kid," he laughed. "Roll with it."

I bared my teeth in a snarl. "You swine," I snarled. "You're lucky I didn't bite it off, your come almost suffocated me!"

He laughed again. "You bet I am," he gasped. Then he turned and walked out. A little unsteadily. And in walked -another rugged teenage superdong. He sneered at me, flexed his ripling muscles, and took off his loin cloth, exposing a cock as long and thick as a boa-constrictor.

I staggered to my feet. "No!" I gasped. "Positively no!"

He walked over to me, sneering. Then he raised one foot, planted it right in my golden-haired bush, and shoved. Down I went my ass on the cushions again.

"Wiggle your twat," ordered the new teenage muscular boy. "Invitingly."

"Never!" I squealed.

He snickered. "In that case -why did you just do that?"

I raised my head and looked down at myself. By Heaven, I had\

He yawned then strolled over until he was standing just in front of me. "Beg me," he ordered. "Beg me to shove it up your cunt"

And, shameful though it is to admit, I begged him to ram his cock up my hot vaginal orifice.

"Okay," he said. "If you insist." And with that he let himself just topple forward. Like a giant falling tree his abnormally huge hardon fell too right against me. Thud! Boy, did that stiff dong land hard. His balls and bazooka bounced a little -my breasts are very resilient -but I sure felt his body make contact with mine. Not only did I feel his burly chest thud against my ripe tender breasts, but I felt -for some strange reason -as if I'd suddenly been struck hard by a great "club-cock" is the only way I can discribe it.

"I've been struck!" I gasped. "By a great clubcock."

"You ain't kidding," he sneered. "Arch up that belly and pussy honey. Arch up all the way -and shake 'em."

And shaking with rage and frustration and humiliation, I arched right off the floor and began to shake my belly and cunny. And then he rammed the head of his unbelievable prick in.

"It's impossible," I kept telling myself. "Absolutely impossible. A female such as myself simply doesn't have the muscular ability to arch herself right off the ground -not when a hundred and ninety-odd-pound teen-age male with a club-cock and coconut balls is in her cunt. And even if she could -she certainly wouldn't have the physical strength to hold him up in the air while her ass and twat churned and shook and twisted -while her belly shook him the way a horse might shake a mount.

But even while I was thinking this, my arms were arched way up off the floor while my twat, tits and bush twisted and gyrated -tossing my muscular teen-age prick-pusher around like he was a sack of straw.

"Impossible!" I gasped, even as my ass-cheeks remained a good six inches off the floor, while my vagina bucked and twisted and writhed in licentious abandon. But even as I thought this I realized that what I was doing was possible. Not just because I was doing it, but because I remembered this magazine article I'd read about people who'd been hypnotized.

According to the magazine article I'd read, people who've been hypnotized can be given ten times their normal muscular strength. Like, a person who's been hypnotized can be told to hold his body stiff and rigid -and then he can be pricked up like he was a plank or something, and his head rested on one chair while his heels are rested on another chair, and five or six heavy men can then climb on his stomach and jump up and down -without bending the hypnotized person a bit.

That, I realized, was what had happened to me. Sibyl, the classy cocksucker, had post-hypnotically suggested me into having superhuman muscular strength. That was why I could arch my ass up so that only my shoulder-blades and heels were resting on the floor -even though I was supporting, and bouncing and shaking, a muscular teen-age boy, monster dong and all.

The muscular teen-age human penis I was shaking and bouncing laughed and said, "You dig this, don't you?" He shoved his shaft in so far that his balls slapped against my anus.

I considered this. He was right I dug it the most. And I knew why. I dug it the most because never, ever before had I been so totally, so completely thrilled and satisfied by a male human being. More post-hypnotic suggestion from that witch Sibyl, no doubt. She'd undoubtedly impressed upon my subconscious that I would shortly be thrilled physically speaking -with an intensity ten times greater than I'd ever experienced before. That I'd be so stirred and excited and thrilled that nothing, nothing in the world would matter save the churning, burning, exciting, stimulating and satisfying feeling I got by fucking this club-cocked teen-ager. Screwing him in such a manner that my love-hole was being thoroughly thrilled and excited and satisfied.

And that was the way my pussy was being stimulated all right. Every time I shook my rump from side to side, or bounced and gyrated or churned my vaginal-walls -every time I did this it was as if a million Roman candles were exploding somewhere within me, as if a red-hot cement-mixer was spinning out of control around and around and around.

And I dug it.

I dug that club-cock right up to those everloving coconut balls swinging against my asshole.

"You dig this, don't you?" crooned the teen-age cockster who was riding me. "You dig this all the way up, right?"

No! I wanted to cry. "Yes!" I screamed aloud.

"Want me to hurt you a little?" he asked, grunting with pleasure as I twisted and thrust my hot, moist cunny around to afford him the most excitement possible.

No! I shrieked, inwardly. "Please do!" I said aloud.

"Okay," he grunted, and slid his brutal masculine hands down until he was cupping my soft, quivering buttocks. And then he squeezed -digging his fingers cruelly into the soft, yielding asscheeks until I shuddered with pain -and delight. Harder and harder he squeezed me, and the harder he squeezed me the more my twat twisted and shuddered with depraved delight. I shuddered and moaned and squirmed and panted -while his fingers dug ever more cruelly, ever more savagely into my delicate flesh.

"Squirm!" he ordered, and I squirmed.

"Whimper with masochistic pleasure!" he shouted, and I whimpered.

"Shriek with luscious suffering!" he yelled, and I shrieked.

Then I felt his hands slide cruelly up my body to cup and grasp the ripe, soft helplessness of my breasts. Cup and grasp -and squeeze. And twist and knead and punish. And I squirmed with unholy delight. His brutal fingers coaxed my red nipples in pulsing, tender, helpless erectness -and then he pinched the jutting coral buttocks with brutal amusement. And I gasped with agonized pleasure. He pinched my throbbing titties even tighter and twirled and spun them as if they were combination locks -and the lock of utter, shameless ecstasy opened and I squealed like the depraved cunt I was.

Now his hands were roughly encircling my breasts in their eager, quivering entirety -probing and thrusting his fingertips deep into the glossy spheres of the most tender, most feminine projections of my body. Harder and harder he squeezed and kneaded my knockers -while I moaned and writhed with pain and shameless pleasure.

Then I felt the pressure of his brutal fingers relent and at the same time I noted, dimly, that he was twisting his head down -down until his gleaming white teeth were poised above my helpless, trembling left bubby. Then his head lowered and I felt the knife-like pain of his teeth sinking deep into my soft tit.

I screamed aloud -with pain and degraded, masochistic pleasure. I screamed and shouted, "Bite the other one -bite it harder!"

And he twisted his body and sank his teeth cruelly deep into my right breast

I screamed. I screamed -well, Fm almost ashamed to confess just what I screamed. What I screamed was, "Bite my tits harder, you big sissy!"

And he bit harder, while I writhed in happy agony. I knew his teeth must be sinking horribly far into the tender nipples of my breast, sinking in far enough to leave bruises that would last for days

-if in fact he wasn't drawing blood.

But I didn't care. All I cared about was the waves of ecstatic agony that were shooting through my white-hot cunt. Waves that seemed to mix and coalesce with the waves of wanton torment that were pulsing through my hard up crack constantly.

I was being transfixed, run through, split asunder by the very biggest prick possible and I dug it. I dug being all but split assunder, at being cruelly violated, at having the innermost thoughts of my female desires explored in wanton, this wanton brutal tool thrusting into my slit. All of a sudden it seemed right and natural that my soft, feminine vulva should be regarded as nothing but an overstuffed toy designed for the momentary amusement of a piston-like pecker.

"Debase me!" I screamed. "Degrade, defile, illtreat and mistreat me!" And his prodigious prong proceeded to do just that -pulsingly, selfishly, masculinely . . .

And then all at once it was as if an exploding rocket had erupted, burning very furiously ... as if a pulsing firehouse of molten steel had been hosed into my hot sheathe ... as if it were a squirming target against which were being fired rifle bullets of brutal force.

And I exploded. My whole cunt cavity seemed to shake and shiver and react convulsively, spasmodically, rhapsodically ... It was a pagan vessel overflowing with all-consuming fire, a willingly subservient softness yielding to rampant male comejuices spurting into it in a drenching deluge . . .

And then my orgasm was over. And I collapsed, exhausted, onto the silk pillows beneath me.

My eyes closed and I lay as if dead. In a manner of speaking I was dead. Finished . . . Pooped. Humped-out . . . done.

Dimly, faintly, I felt the limp prick of the teen-ager pull out of my pussy. I heard, distantly, his footsteps stagger away. Alone at last.

I rolled over and tried, wearily, to dry the semen running down my legs. I couldn't. So I settled for keeping on all fours -and crawling weakly away from the scene of my deliciously satisfying rape.

I crawled about five feet. Then -thud\ Somebody or something settled on me -like I was a horse or something he or it was riding. I turned my head around. Yet another virile looking teen-ager. Without a loin-cloth super-hardon all ready to screw. Sitting astride my back and sneering -like I was some filly he intended to break. And ride.

"No," I groaned.

"Yes!" he sneered, tugging at my hair. "Giddup!"

"Like hell I will," I said, at the same time obediently crawling around on all fours while he tugged at my hair as if it was a pair of reins, and actually whipped my dangling titties with his cock. Around and around I crawled, while the prick on my back laughed and sang old cowboy songs like Don't Fence Me In, and Wanna' Ride the Ole Mare Again, and so forth.

Then he snickered and said. "Whoa!" and I halted. He must have lost his balance, then -at least, he slid off me backward. I had a feeling he was going to mount me again, though. And I was right.

"Steady there, Jenny," he snickered. He was about to climb back on me, all right. I felt his chest and chin slide along my back, felt his hands wind around me, first patting and caressing my bush and then, as he pushed himself forward, squeezing and fondling my tits. Then I felt the fronts of his legs bump against the backs of my legs. All of a sudden my rectal opening puckered in self-defense. He was shoving his big prick into my anus. There were some drops of glad-come in his head peehole that lubricated the dry hole, as he scorched my shit-tube driving the stiff shaft all the way in. The cock felt as if it were coated with hot grease once it rammed past the tight asshole sphincter.

Then I felt his thick prick kind of sway back -and then thrust up again. And at the same moment I heard him sigh. A deep, satisfied sigh. "That's a good filly," he said. "Or are you a filly? You're obviously some kind of dumb animal" I gritted my teeth in helpless rage -but what kind of dumb animal? Maybe you're really a fluffy little dog. With a tail you like to wag. Wag your imaginary tail, sugar" he ordered, slapping my ass.

What a stupid order, I thought I didn't have a tail except the one he was shoving up my rectum. I was strangely powerless to disobey his order. Or any order given by a male, for that matter. That bitch Sibyl, doubtless for laughs, had post-hypnotically fucked me up good.

I proceeded to pretend to way my big "cocktail" that was sliding in and out of my asshole mostly by sort of switching my ass left and right in a happy, enthusistic manner.

"That's good, honey," gasped the shit-lover who was giving my anus such a hard time. "That's just great. Wag a little faster, please."

So I pretended to wag my "cocktail" just as hard and as fast as I could. The louse who was shoving the "cocktail" in and out of my rump-hole seemed quite appreciative. At least, after a while, he became quite demonstrative. Very demonstrative, right up to his very balls banging on my buttocks. He yelled like a cowboy as his gushing come shot up my colon, and began dribbling out, coffee-colored cream smearing my white ass-cheeks.

After he'd climbed to his feet and staggered away, it was all I could do to just lie -sprawled on my stomach, coddling my sore, flooded asshole. All I wanted right then was to be left alone. Surely that wasn't too much to ask, was it? It was.

I felt a hard, teenage dong slap against my ribs. "Roll over," commanded a lusty, teenage hardon-type voice. I obediently rolled over on my back.

'Thank you," said the latest penis-propeller, lowering himself into a sitting position astride my blonde bush. I stared at him with glazed, dazed eyes. He leered at me.

"What plump, full and tempting titties you have," he noted, reaching out and gripping the nipples with his strong, teenage fingers. He shook them around a little. Then a whole lot. Then he kind of patted them and cuffed them and lightly punched them. "Real swinging breasts," he commented. "A man could have a lot of fun, one way or another, with a pair of boobs like yours."

I groaned and closed my eyes. What was he about to do? I felt both his hands close over my left titty and squeeze it hard. Then he gripped my right boobie with both hands and squeezed. After that he grabbed the outer surfaces of both knockers and pushed inward so that the inner surfaces of my breasts were pressed close together. At the same time his other hand was more or less pushing them apart as he -my thoughts ground to a halt. If his right hand was pressing against the outer part of my breast, and his left hand was pushing against the outer curve of my right breast -then he couldn't be pushing my breasts apart. Not unless, he had three hands. So he must have three hands. I was being frigged by a freak.

I opened my eyes and looked. No, he wasn't a freak. It'd just been my fevered imagination that had imagined he had three hands. He was only using two hands to play with my breasts. He was sure enjoying himself, though as he slid his stiff shaft between my titties. Its knobby head looked me right in the eye with every forward thrust.

He continued to shove it between my tits for quite a long time. A surprisingly long time. And then -well, did you ever have a shower-bath of hot teen-age squshy semen between your tities, splashing up your nostrils, dribbling down your bush? I did, when my teenager had himself a "titty-come," courtesy of my hot titties.

And then I was alone. At last.

About time, too. Any more prick activity and -well, I'd had just about all the cock-action I could take. By a superhuman effort I climbed to my feet. I forced myself to open my weary eyelids and saw Another lusty-looking teenage boy. He was, in fact, the biggest and most lusty-looking teenage prick-artist I'd ever seen. And I've just seen plenty.

"What," I gasped, staggering back a few feet/ "do you want me to do?"

He told me.

"No!" I cried. "No -you can't mean it! No man would ask any decent girl to -" I stopped. I couldn't, in all honesty, describe myself as a decent girl.

After all, I thought, he isn't asking me for anything I haven't done for Vic Vellick, and a few other guys that I've liked. He was built very appealingly too, with a cock like only Hercules must have dangled. It was hard for me to believe that this latest super-prick was for real. In the next couple of minutes, I realized that it was, as it reamed in and out of my come-slippery crack like a big thick highpressure hose. His love-juice spurted in my twat like hot lava. This prick-pusher was insatiable. He want ed it again and again.

I didn't mind obliging him on the straight screwing he wanted, it was those few variations that I'd nevei heard of before and can't bring myself to describe.

"Are you absolutely sure you want me to suck you right after you've taken it out of that spot?" I asked him again.

"You catch on Dee Dee," he grinned.

I ducked my head toward his delirious dong and started with a tantalizing pleasure rhythm, my tongue and lips thrilling and vibrating between his pee-hole. Then the whole stiff shaft. He soon clutched my blonde hair as his pecker quivered and convulsed spurting ecstasy-juice like mouthwash down my throat . . .

The orgasm he just had was so good, I thought he might forget those extra details he said he wanted and I looked up at him questioningly.

PS... He got the extras.