Chapter 2

He stood before me with a triumphant smile on his face, stark naked with his fingers fondling his cock and nuts.

"How do you like this? How do you like my size?" he asked me.

"It just couldn't look any better," I told him flatly.

"Glad you think that way," he nodded.

I had huge cocks coming at me from all sides in that super bedroom of his with the heart-shaped bed draped in red, the biggest bed I have ever seen to go along with the biggest cock I ever saw.

The huge cocks all belonged to one man-Cliff. His bedroom was like a hall of mirrors, with scads of them circulated all over so that anybody he SO happened to be laying could get a perfect view of things, along with him. It was like those dongs were all about to descend on me at one time, to engulf me totally.

It was so big and strong, just like a giant dagger ready to stab like crazy. The evening had been enchanting and the only problem was that everything passed so quickly that memories were fragmentary.

Cliff had shown up at my house unexpectedly a few minutes past six, just after I had gotten home from the bar. He came in just as I was starting to prepare dinner.

"Would you like to stay for supper?" I asked.

"No. Forget about fixing it. I've got something planned for us. I'm taking you out."

"You're so sweet," I grinned.

He took me to Senor Pico's, an excellent Mexican restaurant in Century City. A good meal coupled with several Margueritas put me very much in the mood for lovemaking.

On the ride back to his place in Beverly Hills not far away he would lean over and stroke my thigh every time he had to stop for a red light. He had a stereo record player in his front seat that gave me great fun as I selected my favorite records and let them play.

As for his house, it was just too much, like a castle fit for a king, which was exactly what he was as far as I was concerned. He took me through a quick tour of the place, which seemed to have about anything anybody could ever desire. There were several recreation rooms, one for playing pool, another with a whirlpool and sauna. He showed me his regulation-sized basketball court and his putting green in the backyard, along with a twenty by forty swimming pool.

The longer we spent looking around at things the fidgetier I noticed him becoming. Finally he blurted: "Let me show you the bedroom." "You sound awful anxious." "Yeah, I feel ten times more anxious that I sound."

Cliff illustrated his point amply by letting his fingers roam down to his cock, the outline of which looked so impressive resting against his pants. He loosened his belt and reached inside, jerking a few times while I stood there getting hot by his example.

He had a way of making his point, and I accompanied him quickly into the bedroom as he continued stroking his cock. The first thing he showed me when we got inside the room was a huge painting of himself resting in the middle of it. He was naked, looking his most handsome, and sporting a huge hard-on.

"My favorite picture of myself," he grinned, pulling off his pants.

"Why's that?" I smiled.

"It's so expressive. After all, a picture's worth a thousand words, isn't it?"

"I suppose so. Especially one like that." "I dig."

Watching him get out of his clothes inspired me to do the same. Speedily I pulled off my dress, then my panties and bra. Then I sprawled out into that huge, wonderfully soft bed.

That's where we came in, with Cliff pumping proudly on his stiff organ. It was standing out there so proud and handsome and tall. I couldn't help but admire it.

It was an instrument that was inspiring, so warm and smooth. I was hypnotized by it, right down to the prominent veins that were jutting out at me. I loved Cliff and his big dick. They were both carrying me into a wondrous never-never land that I'd never visited before. Sex with others was just fucking, but with Cliff it was a happening, a glorious happening that made me feel like a lightheaded little girl when I was under his magnetic spell.

"You think you could blow this?" he asked. He wasn't kidding me. That would have to be some kind of challenge, since it was so mammoth. But challenges I loved, particularly when posed by Cliff.

"I know I could blow that and give it thrills like it never had before," I looked at him and said calmly.

"You sound pretty determined." "I sound it because I am."

"Okay, I'm gonna give you a chance to prove your point."

He lowered his body slowly into bed with me, spreading his legs widely and sitting up on his ass, continuing to pump on his prick nimbly, getting me so turned on that I could already taste his stuff, even before I'd gone into the act of sucking.

His fingers reached out and toyed with my clit. He was no fool. He knew what to do to insure me of getting hot. When my head moved forward toward his prick he removed his fingers from my clit, watching me with wide-eyed interest.

"Go down on it, suck it, sweetheart," he whispered sexily.

Those sexy words stimulated me all the more as my pulse pounded and my eyes focused on his huge organ. I let my tongue slide around the very tip of it, moving it slowly, letting the tempo build and allowing him to heat up all the more.

"You're really tickling it," he gasped. "I love its feel."

I reached out and tantalyzed his balls with slow, probing movements, generating increasing excitement inside him with every touch. Then I let my tongue attack the entire length of his big stick, running slowly up and down it, savoring every movement.

"Suck me off," he said hoarsely, "go down on that stick."

As I started pumping faster his legs started to vibrate to my very touch. The same kind of chemistry that was burning inside me was going on inside Cliff's aroused form.

As his dick got so hard and excited that he could barely contain himself, Cliff pushed his body forward into a higher sitting position. Soon his huge frame was resting above me, with his cock pointing down at me like a huge bomb getting ready to fall.

It looked as explosive as any bomb, and I was certain that its liquid content would be on the astounding side. He lowered it slowly but surely into my mouth, letting a little bit slide in it a time.

I'd heard about throat-fucking from girls that I'd known in Detroit, girls who had been a lot more daring than I ever had. As for me, I'd never been throat-fucked or sodomized, while lots of girls I'd known had done a good deal of each.

I wasn't about to stop him. I liked him too much for that. In addition, I was carried away under the thrills of the moment, with that huge instrument easing its way inside my mouth.

"Close those lips all the way, baby," he cautioned.

I did. It made for a lot tighter fit as that prick moved around inside. He kept easing more and more of it in there, letting his hips flail and rotate back and forth with every touch.

Pretty soon he was engulfing me, shoving that big prick into me with great authority as my teeth gnawed on his warm instrument. Naturally I couldn't speak. All I could do was grunt a little, and even that was hard. He drove his cock so deep inside me that for a while I wondered if I'd even be able to breath when he got through.

He timed his thrusts superbly, acting with maximum effectiveness, drilling me with his pumping efforts. Every now and then he'd pull back a little, then he'd return with a passion, driving himself furiously as he rocked and swayed.

"Oh, damn, that feels so good," he gasped. "I'm tickling all over. Those balls are so hot they feel like they're gonna blow up. Oh, ahhhh, that's so good, I love that mouth. That's it, let those teeth nibble a little. I like that feeling."

Every now and then I would close my eyes and concentrate on the feelings that were swirling through me. Every charge took on a series of different glittering sensations, sensations which exceeded those that had come before.

I started wondering about how mammoth that load would be. I opened my eyes and peered at his balls, which looked considerably larger than they had been when we started.

The balls looked so delicious that I reached out and ran my fingers up and down them. The extra impetus of my fingers massaging his balls caused the smile on his face to broaden and his cock to surge forward with even greater strength.

"I love that, baby, keep it up, I dig the action," he sighed. "Ahhh, ooohhhh. right on, baby, right on."

I kept right on, increasing the rhythmic flow of my fingers movements while his cock continued driving itself relentlessly inside my mouth. He was an expert at timing his strokes. Several times it appeared that he was ready to pull his trigger, but he stopped just short of orgasm, preferring to slow things down.

He kept stabbing and hammering, then varying his movements, slowing down for a time. But finally the pattern was altered and he moved consistently faster, ramming his prick into me as rapidly and as deeply as he could. His self-generating heat accelerated with each succeeding stab as he gasped and writhed, his cock preparing to explode.

"Oh, I'm almost there, baby, just hand on and I'll give you a real mouthful of cum," he exclaimed loudly, getting carried away under the swift impulses of his action.

Then the sonic blast came. It was like a bomb explosion with all the trimmings. As Cliff let out one long, pronounced sigh the soaring white semen spilled profusely out of the end of his prick. It flooded me from all sides. It was like a fire plug had exploded inside my mouth.

At first I was able to catch most of what spurted out, but finally it became too much for me. The profusion was too much for any one mouth, even a mouth as determined as mine. The juice spilled out both sides, running down the sides of my face and on to the sheets.

It splashed like crazy, and I started coughing under the surest of the moment, trying vainly to salvage all of his superhuman load, catching much, but also losing a great deal.

"Catch it all, baby, hang in there," Cliff encouraged.

I did, through fervent determination, manage to salvage most of his huge load, although I would up losing some through coughing.

"When you shoot it's like an ocean overwhelming you," I finally shood my head and revealed.

"I've got a big cock and there's a lot in there," he laughed.

"Tell me all about it."

"I don't need to tell. I showed you."

"That you did."

The experience took a lot out of me. It drained me both physically and emotionally. Having that huge cock ramming itself inside my mouth that long, followed by the pressures of floodgates releasing in the form of hot white juice, left me feeling on the ragged side.

Cliff, who was shrewd at picking up on things, recognized my condition and decided to leave me alone. He tiptoed out of the room and next thing I knew I was asleep on that huge soft bed. I think that the many drinks I'd had prior to sex also contributed to my feeling. I wasn't that used to drinking to begin with.

I don't know exactly how long I slept there. It was probably around an hour. All I do know is that I woke up in a strange situation. Somebody was lapping away at my cunt. It felt good to awaken atingle, with my cunt tickling deliciously.

Naturally I had every reason to believe that it was Cliff who was licking at it, even though the movements seemed a little different than the ones he'd applied before. But maybe this was nothing more than a variation of what he'd done earlier.

But it wasn't Cliff at all. I was amazed to open my eyes and see the handsomest looking Great Dane I had ever seen slurping back and forth at my snatch.

At first I was afraid, pushing my body back slightly as my hands and legs trembled. Standing a few feet behind the Great Dane was none other than Cliff, who smiled brightly.

"Don't be afraid of Hans," Cliff said. "He's just having himself a little fun. He likes to lick slits, particularly when the women are really built, like you are."

"He doesn't bite?"

"Nah, he wouldn't bite you. He'd just fuck you."

"I never knew you had a dog."

"I've got a whole kennel full of animals just behind the gym. I didn't get a chance to show you them earlier. When you are asleep I thought I'd go back and feed the animals. Hans here was good and homey. I knew he needed a good fuck and I was sure he'd dig you. I can see how right I was."

"But how do you know I'd like to fuck with him?"

"Don't you? Looks to me like you're enjoying his tongue action."

"I guess I am. It's just that I'm not used to screwing with dogs. It seems so weird."

"Hell, that's just cause you never tried it before. I've seen other women I know in this same position. All it takes is a little action from the right dog and they find out what they've been missing."

"You're quite an apologist for dog fucking."

"Why shouldn't I be?" he shrugged. "It's a way of bringing pleasure to people's bodies and it doesn't hurt anyone. That's all you've really got to ask, baby. So just settle back and enjoy yourself."

I decided I should take him at his word, particularly since Hans was doing such an excellent job of taking care of my cunt. That tongue, which was so long and fine, kept splashing away at all sides of my moist mound, sending a wide range of thrills swirling through me. I spread my legs as wide as they would go, settled back, and enjoyed his action.

"That's it, just relax and let Hans take over," Cliff said. He was still standing behind Hans, and I couldn't help getting hotter when I observed how quickly his prick was hardening. Watching Hans go down on me was apparently having quite an effect. As Cliff's cock hardened he ran his fingers over it, jerking up and down while he watched Hans sucking me off The more aroused Cliff became, the more anxious he was to see to it that Hans gave me every thrill of which he was capable.

"Go to work on her asshole, Hans," he called briskly to the aggressive Great Dane.

The magic word "asshole" triggered Hans to great heights. His head dropped quickly from my cunt, which he had so thoroughly sucked, drawing the passions out of me, to my asshole. His tongue flew frenziedly inside me. I closed my eyes momentarily and basked in the stimulating sensations he was providing.

"Oh, you're too much, baby," I sighed. "This is too much. Give it to me, Hans, I love it."

"I knew you two'd dig each other," Cliff laughed.

After his tongue had darted like fire inside my ass for awhile, he let it shoot back to my cunt. Back and forth it slid as the fires inside me were ignited ever so strongly.

Never had I imagined that a dog was capable of instilling the fantastic variety of thrills in me that Hans could. He had my ass sallying from side to side in dramatic reaction to his hot movements. Now that he had me warmed up I knew my cunt couldn't hold out for long. I knew that I'd be shooting fast.

"Suck it all out of her," Cliff called. "Suck that cunt clean. Suck every drop of it out."

Not only did I shoot once, I fired off three times in rapid succession, gasping and sighing and swaying for all I was worth. It was wonderful having a long sexy red tongue like Hans' peppering away for all that it was worth.

"Go back to her asshole, Hans," Cliff called out after I had shot for the third time.

Hans reacted quickly, moving his tongue effectively around over my hot ass, seeing to it that I remained as hot as before. I thought that Cliff wanted me to get in a little variety and nothing more before sending Hans back to my cunt again. But he had something different in mind.

"Okay, now go after her cunt," Cliff finally said.

I naturally figured that I'd get another thorough tonguing, but it didn't turn out that way. I felt his hot cock for the first time as he tried to penetrate me.

"I'll help out," Cliff grinned, walking over to us.

Cliff aided Hans in shoving that huge dick inside me.

"I don't know if I like that," I protested.

"Why not? It's a blast." "I'm not used to that. I don't think it's right." "Ah c'mon, you said the same thing about the sucking."

"But that's different."

"Like hell it is. It's all sex baby. It's what's happening. That's all there is."

The more I thought about what he said the more that I realized he made sense. If Hans could provide me with such great stimulation sticking his tongue up my box then it was perfectly conceivable he could do the same thing by shoving his dong into me.

Besides, by that time I was beginning to feel stimulated by the scope of his movements. That big cock was starting to feel inviting.

"Okay, Hans, sock it to her," Cliff instructed, patting the dog on its behind for good measure.

Hans lunged forward. That big dong locked inside me. I heaved a sigh, spread my legs, and got ready for the fireworks, which came soon enough aplenty. Back and forth that spear-like dick sallied, filling my cunt with stimulating thrills.

"Can he ever fuck," I gasped.

"Sure he can," Cliff laughed. "He's a great screw. I wouldn't let you settle for second best."

His movements were brisk and precise, so much better than most of the men who had fucked me that there was no comparison. In fact, offhand the only man I could think, of who compared favorably with Hans' virile progress was Cliff.

I was amazed at Hans' size and the way he put it to constructive use, drilling me repeatedly with his efforts. With every sharp, piercing stab the urges inside me grew.

"Turn it all loose, Hans," Cliff said.

And that was precisely he did, drilling me with several more penetrating stabs until he unleashed his juices inside my hot snatch. I shot myself during the fantastic culmination.

Once more I had to lay back and rest for a few moments, to collect my thoughts after a brilliant siege of screwing. Cliff called out to Hans in a loud, clear voice as he stood in the doorway, moving off.

Hans ran toward him briskly as Cliff led him out of the room. I heard a door close, figuring that Cliff was leading him back to the kennel. It was a good thing there was a high wall extending all the way around Cliff's mansion. That way nobody was liable to see him running around there in the yard naked.

A few seconds later Cliff came back into the room. That cock of his was still good and hard.

"How about letting me get a little satisfaction," he pointed down toward his hard rod.

"You can turn that pecker loose on me anytime."

"That's the spirit. I just knew I'd dig you right from the beginning."

He walked over to a dresser table and picked up a jar of Mentholatum, which he opened.

"What's that for?" I asked as he walked toward me. I was sprawled out in the middle of the bed, awaiting his charge.

"Just a little lubrication."

"What do I need lubrication for?" "Just a precautionary measure, baby. Nothing more."

I watched him with great interest as he applied the Mentholatum carefully over my asshole. As he was finished carefully applying the Mentholatum to my asshole a thought dawned on me. Cliff had been the first man to throat-fuck me. Apparently now he was seeking to become the first man ever to sodomize me.

"Be careful with that," I cautioned. "I've never had it there before."

"I'll break you in nice and slow."

The thing that made me a little fearful was his stupendous size. I envisioned him cramming that huge pecker so high into me that I'd be ready to burst.

He made good on his claim, starting out gradually, working effectively forward at a slow clip. His finger gripped my ass cheeks and his hard dick moved forward slowly but mightily. At first he shoved just a little bit of his prick into me. He was letting things build gradually, just like he had when he'd fucked me the other ways. This remained the only daring thing we hadn't tried. So naturally all inhibitions in that direction just had to go as far as he was concerned.

With each push he'd add a little steam to his screwing movements. In and out his prick would shove. At first his movements hurt a little, but by and by I got so I not only could take them, but actually began enjoying them, just like I'd enjoyed it with him doing it every other way.

Finally he fitted that big phallus into me as far as it would go, thrusting back and forth while he slapped my ass cheeks for added impact. He drove himself forcefully as the prick punished me at first, just like it had at other stages of the fuck. But even when it hurt the whole act was so erotic that I enjoyed it.

He drilled me until he shot his wad. It felt groovy having that warm juice spray my asshole. Now I was able to relax again.

"Well, I guess we've had ourselves about as many kicks as any two people could," he winked.

"Guess so."

"Now I'd like to change the subject. I'd like to talk about business with you." "What kind of business?" He settled back and began his incredible story.