Chapter 3
Cliff never ceased amazing me. I got a big earful the next day when he took me into his kennel for the first time. I had stayed the night with him at his suggestion, and he had taken me into the kennel to show me something.
He walked over to a tiny pen where there were some squawking chickens. He picked up one of them. It squawked a little and fluttered its wings, but Cliff soon quieted it down.
Once he quieted it down he placed the chicken on a tiny table. Then to my amazement he unzipped his fly and let his hard peter fall out.
"Great God," I gasped.
"That's right, baby," he nodded. "I'm gonna fuck this chicken."
"I'll swear. You'll do anything." "Just about everything," he shrugged nonchalantly.
Cliff gasped and sputtered for a few seconds, even cursing aloud once or twice, as his cock tried to find the range inside the female chicken's cunt. Once he got inside Cliff's face lit up.
"Damned but she's hot. Just ready for a good screw," he chortled.
Naturally he could only get in a portion of the way, with his huge size and all, but his cock was fat enough to where it provided a good fit for part of his vast instrument.
"Oh, she's ready for it, I picked me a good one," Cliff nodded.
His asshole started wiggling fervently as the prick moved around inside her. She squawked a little, but the longer he fucked her the more the squawks seemed to disappear.
"Oh, those feathers, they're tickling my balls," he gasped. "I love that feeling. It's great, oh, what a sensation, I love it, I love it."
He pulled the chicken up and down on his huge cock, his face contorting as he experienced the pleasurable sensations. As he pulled up and down on his cock the chicken moved up and down with her wet pussy. It was all so alien to me that I could hardly believe what I was seeing. There he was, the sexiest and most handsome man I'd ever seen, the man in my life who meant more than anybody, and he was putting that beautiful cock to work on a chicken's pussy.
"Oh, these tickling sensations are too much," he gasped. "I can't hold out much longer, I absolutely can't. I've just got to shoot, I've just got to. Oh, here it comes, I've gotta cream, oooooooohhhhhhhhh."
Cliff, who was out of breath for the moment after a brief but eventful fuck, picked up the chicken and carried it back to the cage. There was a tiny grin of accomplishment on his face.
"So how'd you like that?" he asked, walking back to me.
"It was different."
"Well, you remember what we started talking about last night? After we finished our fucking."
"Yes, you said something about having a job possibility. You told me you'd tell me more later. I'm curious. What was all that about?"
"Now's the perfect time to tell you," he nodded, looking around at the animals. "I told you about the job. Now I'm ready to make a flat offer. I really dig you and I'd love to have you on my team."
"Okay. Go on."
"What are you making in that dancing job you've got now?"
"Oh, they do pretty well by me. My salary's a little under two hundred a week, but with tips and a little bit of overtime I'm always at the two hundred mark or over, Pretty good bread."
"Not as good as the bread I'm gonna offer you," he told me confidently. "I'll start you at three hundred, with options to move you up to more a month later."
"To do what?" My curiosity was really aroused now. I liked him very much and would like being away from the atmosphere of that bar anyway, even though I was enough of a business strategist not to tell him so.
"To be in show business," his grin broadened.
"What kind of show business?"
"We entertain guys in stag shows," he explained.
"Hell, that's what I'm doing how."
"No, baby," he shook his head. "All you're doing is a little cock teasing from the stage. I'm talking about big league cock teasing where these homey cats have gotta do more than pay a buck or a buck and a quarter a beer to get their thrills. But they're willing to do it cause they get more of a show."
"Exactly what kind of show."
"Very easy. We give them what they can only imagine seeing when you're on that stage. You give them bumps and grinds with your ass and tits, while we give them the real thing."
"You mean fucking?"
"That's exactly what I mean. And it ain't just straight conventional fucking either. I give them stuff in my show that they're not gonna get through anybody else but me. That's why I can afford to pay my girls as much as I do. Hell, I only started this act up six months ago, but since then our reputation has spread like crazy. We've earned that kind of reputation, believe me we have."
"With you running the scene I suppose you do."
"Very kind of you to say. So are you with me?"
"Well, you're offering me more than I'm making.
On top of that my boss is fat and old, while you're young and sassy. I don't wanna fuck him and all I wanna do is fuck you. So I think you'd make a great boss."
"Groovy. Let's seal it with a kiss."
He leaned over and kissed my lips passionately, running his fingers gently inside my tits while he did.
"Can you ever kiss," I exclaimed after breaking the kiss.
"Tell you what. You go back inside, wiggle that cute ass and tits of yours out of your clothes, and just lie in the middle of that bed. I've gotta feed the animals. I'll be back in a few minutes with a big surprise. Something you're really gonna love."
I marched back toward the house alone, my cunt heating up from his words of warning. When he promised a big surprise you just had to expect something wildly sensuous.
I undressed slowly and crawled inside bed. I waited for a few minutes, then started getting restless. I closed my eyes and envisioned his hard dong in front of me. I observed him ramming his prick sharply inside that chicken. Then the sight of the sperm shooting inside the chicken's pussy returned to mind.
I got hot just thinking about wonderful Cliff. So hot that I had to do something about it. My fingers worked inside my warm cunt. They started out by playing with my clit. Then I stepped up the pace as my fingers went to work in my cunt.
"So, you're getting real anxious, I see," I heard Cliff's firm, rich voice as I saw the door open. "Hand on just a second, baby, cause I've got a real nice surprise in store for you." The surprise just had to be hard long cock of his, which I was dying to have inside me. But when he moved into view I was astonished to see him holding a small cage. I strained my eyes to see inside it and observed a rattlesnake crawling around in there. "What the hell's all that about?" I shouted urgently, pointing toward the cage, out of which the snake appeared to be peering at me. The sight of snakes had a way of unnerving me, just like it did most women.
"Keep your cool, baby," he replied crisply. "I'm not gonna put you through anything that's bad for you. This is Homer, my pet rattler."
"So I can see. Well I hate snakes."
"It's bad for a black girl to be prejudiced," he grinned.
"About snakes that's different. It's a different kind of prejudice."
"Just what don't you like about snakes?"
"I don't like the way they look and I sure as hell don't like the way they hurt people. They're mean animals." My voice was constantly rising. I didn't know what Cliff had in store for me, but where that snake was concerned I wouldn't have any contact at all.
"You just get too uptight," he reprimanded me gently.
"Well I don't wanna get poisoned by that thing."
"Relax. He's been depoisoned, baby. There's no way he could hurt you. No way."
"Well, I still don't like the looks of him."
"Homer's got his feelings too," Cliff barked, "and he wouldn't like you talking about him like that when he hasn't even had a chance to make friends with you. Now I'm gonna let him out of his cage and give him a chance to get acquainted. You'll love him once that childish hang-up of yours passes."
At first chills ran up and down my spine when he was let out of that cage. Cliff pushed a little window open and out he crawled, slinking over toward me. Cliff picked him up and deposited him on the edge of the bed.
"What the hell are you doing?" I screamed.
"Shut up and enjoy yourself. Cool it, sweetheart."
"What the hell am I supposed to be enjoying?" I asked with alarm, watching the snake crawl ever so closely toward me.
"Just cool it, give things a chance to happen. You won't regret it, believe me you won't.
I was trembling as the snake drew ever closer. He was obviously a trained one, and was supposed to do something with women. I speculated that he probably was involved in Cliff's act somehow.
The funny thing is the closer it got the less I trembled. It was like most of the fear had been gotten out of my system earlier, and now there was nothing to be afraid of. Cliff had told me that the animal wasn't poisonous anymore, so I had no reason to doubt him on that score. Besides, if it had been poisonous I didn't think that Cliff would be touching it himself.
So as the fear left an overpowering curiosity began surfacing inside me. I wondered what this snake was about to do to me. The fear returned momentarily as it moved within inches of me.
Then it suddenly vanished for good as it crawled between my legs like it had been at home there for years. Things began to really dawn on me when that long cold tongue of his started feeling inside my snatch.
At first it felt so cold that I jumped back a little, interfering temporarily with the snake's actions. But after a few thorough strokes I got caught up in the rhythm of the act. It began feeling so good that fire started spreading itself around my snatch.
"That's it, go after that pussy lining, Homer," Cliff encouraged with a big smile. He was pleased that his animal had learned his lesson so well and was doing such a great job on me.
"Oh, I love the sucking, it feels so good," my body squirmed for all I was worth as the passions were spilling inside me. I was gasping as he drove me closer to explosion.
The tickling tingles continued and accelerated with every touch as he went to work enthusiastically. Those movements inside my pussy took on a soft moistness that I loved.
"Suck me, suck me," I gasped.
Pretty soon I shot the first time. The snake kept right on moving its tongue around in my snatch, fervently pushing me toward a second explosion.
When the second load materialized it went after a third, applying itself with the same splendid degree of diligence.
"Old Homer's driving that body of yours wild," he laughed. "Yeah, he really likes it and you like it. It looks like love at first suck."
Cliff didn't call the action to a halt until I had shot for the third time in rapid succession. At that point I was ready to relax a little. Cliff put Homer back inside the cage and carried him off.
"Be back in a second," he winked.
I closed my eyes and rested for a few minutes. My mind remained fixed on Homer and how he had sucked me off. Since I had met Cliff my life had suddenly spurted forward into a dynamic new phase. Everything I had done previously, even what I'd considered wild fucks with certain guys I'd known in Detroit, all seemed so tame now that I had really gotten to know Cliff.
He was always pulling the unexpected on me. Usually I wouldn't be ready for it and would protest, but each and every time he had made me see his way.
I hadn't been particularly eager to get throat-fucked at first, but he had made me love it. The sodomy thing scared me since I'd never done that before, but he made it come off beautifully. The same thing happened when he had me fuck with Hans. And finally there was Homer the snake, so that I had had sex with a snake along with a dog. It was just plain too much to imagine, and I wondered what the girls at home would think if they knew about all the bizarre ways that I'd gotten kicks since being exposed to sexy Cliff.
Speaking of sexy Cliff, he came sauntering back into the bedroom, this time holding a tiny box in his right hand.
"Now I've got another surprise for you," he exclaimed.
"I just can't believe you're for real. If it's not one surprise it's a good half dozen."
"I like to keep people guessing. I kept the opposition guessing on the basketball court and made a fantastic living at it. Now I'm having a ball keeping other people guessing and doing just as well at it."
"What's this latest surprise? I've just gotta now."
"I'll show you."
He opened the box and held it out for me to see. There were three black spiders crawling around inside it.
"Now that I've been eaten by a snake, what are those spiders supposed to do for me?" "Just wait and see."
He dropped them out of the box and into the bed. Just like the snake, they immediately moved toward me.
"They'll give you sensations that'll drive you out of your gourd," Cliff laughingly exclaimed.
"That I've got to see."
"You will, baby. You will."
At first I was a little leery for contact with them, but a lot less so since being fucked by a rattlesnake. After that anything would seem relatively tame in comparison.
Two of them crawled up my legs, one of them moving up my right leg ever so slowly and the other doing the same on my left leg. The third spider was crawling around toward the front of me, carefully edging its way toward my tits.
The spider that was moving up my right leg was proceeding more rapidly than the one moving on my left leg. I watched with great interest as it edged over more closely to my cunt.
I couldn't help wondering what it would be like to have a spider inside my snatch. I wondered if the sensation would be anything like having my box eaten out by a snake.
Finally it worked its way inside my box. I let out a gasp at first contact.
"Oh, that feels so good I can hardly stand it," I gasped.
"I knew you'd feel that way," Cliff nodded confidently. He was relaxing in a chair watching the action, proud as always that he was able to provide me with a good time.
While the one spider was moving around inside my cunt the one that was on top of me had made his way to my breasts. He was climbing adventurously around on my left nipple. It was an itching sensation that I just couldn't help but love.
"Oh, those spiders, they're too much," my body started squirming and wiggling so rapidly that I didn't know what was coming off.
"They're good at supplying kicks," Cliff quickly stuck his two cents worth in, enjoying the sight he observed.
The spider in my cunt was now slithering around with more confidence, while the third one was having a blast running up and down my leg, which added to my overall feeling of satisfaction.
My entire body was twisting and turning as I moved ever closer to orgasm. I went off with that spider moving around in my cunt. Then I shot a second time. It was delicious fun, more fun than I could ever conceive of having with three spiders.
Finally, when it appeared that I was physically spent for the time being, Cliff picked up the spiders and put them back inside the box. I was pretty happy with the way things had been going ever since Cliff had arrived unannounced at my house the night before and picked me up.
"I'll be back again, baby," he winked as he moved off toward the door with the box in his hand.
When he came back a few minutes later he had a hell-fire look in his eyes that could only mean one thing. He had become horny by watching all the fucking going on between me and the animals. A little time had set in since when he had fucked the chicken, so he was percolating inside, seeking to get some quick kicks.
"Now I'm gonna fuck you, if you don't mind," he winked casually.
"I think I can stand up under it."
"I'll just bet you can."
I watched with great interest as he stripped. I never ceased getting a thrill watching that smooth, supple body in motion as he pulled off his clothes. Naturally my attention was called in the greatest measure to his big prick, which was standing out nice and tall, just ready to tear into me with all it had.
"Come over here and get me, honey," I told him sexily, spreading my legs comfortably and suggestively.
Cliff knew me well enough to understand what would arouse my sex appetites at the start. He spread himself out on the middle of the bed and let his smooth long fingers work their way down to his prick. He took those fingers and let them move up and down over the base of that long shaft.
"How do you like this big thing?" he asked.
"It's so handsome, just like the guy it's attached to."
"I'm getting it nice and warm so we can both have some fun with it."
"You do that, sweetheart, cause I'm getting awful warm just watching you play with that big toy."
"It's some toy, isn't it?" "It's the greatest."
My eyes began mushrooming with excitement as his fingers moved ever so briskly over his prick.
"Here, let me play with it," I burst out excitedly.
"Go right ahead, my love."
The electricity shot right through me when my fingers went to work on that hard dong. Up and down I earnestly pumped, and while I was pumping I let my fingers of my free hand manipulate his balls.
"Oh, do I love that finger action, you're an expert," he lauded.
It's always great to hear compliments from the man that you love, and when I heard them from him it stimulated me all the more to make him as well as myself happy.
I played with his massive toy for the next few minutes. Finally he called out and said: "Stop, baby, before I shoot. Let me work on you."
I released my hand from his huge pecker and watched as his fingers manipulated their way slowly but surely up my left leg. I remembered how one of the spiders had crawled up my leg earlier and eventually found the inside of my cunt, and wondered if Cliff was looking for the same kind of action.
It turned out that he was. Before I knew it he had those fingers of his prying with his magic touch around my slit. Back and forth they glided as my hips rotated to his every move.
"Yeah, you're picking up the sensations," he said calmly, "you're getting turned on."
"How could I help it?" I exclaimed.
"Now you grab hold of my dick again. Let's jerk each other at the same time and see what happens."
"So you wanna make the mutual stroke scene."
Right on, baby, right on," he said.
The sweat began to trickle from our bodies as we worked our fingers intensively, stepping up the pace with each succeeding stroke, pushing ourselves practically to an orgasm.
"Now that we're warmed up, let's fuck," he said emphatically.
"I was waiting for you to say that," I nodded. "How do you want it, my love?"
"Sixty-nine style. We've never done it that way before."
"I'm all for it."
"Go in the bathroom and clean that cute twat off. After all, you've had a snake and spider in there."
"And you."
"Yeah, I've got a lot of the snake and spider in me."
"Along with the wolf." "I'll admit it."
I was off to the bathroom. I didn't waste one second cleaning myself off, since I was eager to get back to action. To keep himself warm for the occasion Cliff continued running his fingers up and down his hard prick, getting ready for the big screw.
"I'm waiting for you," he exclaimed. "So I see."
"Damned but that body of yours looks so beautiful. You're enough to make any guy homey anytime."
He pulled me down into bed with him and showered my lips with a flurry of quick devastating kisses. While his lips were pressing against mine his fingers found their way between my tits. He pressed the skin that separated my pendulous boobs, then switched the action to the tits themselves. Next he planted his mouth inside mine as we Frenched, our tongues locked excitedly.
Once he pulled his tongue away from my mouth he let his fingers drop down from my tits to between my legs, where he went to work toying with my snatch.
"How's that feel?" he asked. "Good, good."
"I just wanted to see you were thoroughly warmed up before we move on to our sucking." "I'm there, doll, I'm there." "Then let's get rolling."
He threw his huge, smooth form on top of me, shoving his head down between my legs while his cock was thrust just above my mouth. He looked mighty good from where he was perched, good enough for my hot tongue to latch onto.
"Let's do ourselves a little ass sucking first," he suggested before he went to work between my legs.
My tongue flicked eagerly inside his ass, causing him to sway back and forth rhythmically. In the meantime he matched me stroke for stroke with frenzied movements.
We kept up the ass licking for a brief period of time, then moved toward each other's juice departments. He wanted to taste me and I wanted to taste him.
The timing had been superb leading up to the final sucking. The finger exercises coupled with the ass licking had brought us to the point where we couldn't control our passions any longer. His cock was just as itchy as my cunt.
My tongue went to work with eagerness, flipping up and down his huge tool with a passion. All the while he matched me stroke for stroke as he worked effectively on my moist itchy twat.
He knew just how to get me aroused, nibbling on my clit every once in a while to accent the heights of my passion.
My tongue caromed around his balls to get him more in the mood, then I let it slowly but surely travel up and down the length of his cock, slowing down my initial pace slightly. I let my fingers tickle his balls while I let my tongue go to work on his huge pole.
In that I was giving him such great action he naturally followed suit by providing my cunt with all the action it could ever ask for. I was literally burning up inside with each additional tongue stab.
I shot quickly. He stopped just long enough to fully digest my juices, then went immediately back to work.
"I want more of you, lots more," he exclaimed.
As for me, I never stopped my sucking for one second. His long shaft was inspiring to me, as usual, and being sensually turned on nothing was gonna keep me from getting the load I felt entitled to.
I decided to run my fingers up his asshole to provide him with extra stimulation, and it worked as his ass flipped around uncontrollably with every movement.
Then I came like gangbusters for the second time in a row, giving him another luscious load to swallow.
"Boy, you're really hot now," he grinned before going back to work on my twat.
"You're making me that way, and I've got more inside for you."
"I'm gonna get all of it out."
"You're welcome to every drop."
He went right back to work and I rammed my finger high up into his asshole again, spearing him while my tongue was spearing his long smooth-dick. This time a feverish passion hit me to finish the job, to get all of that creamy white goo out of his cock.
I thought back to the throat-fuck I had enjoyed with him the night before. I was a little disappointed in myself for not swallowing every drop that came out of him. Sure, that was a hard task, since it was like an angry sea enveloping you, but I could have caught more than I did. And as far as that coughing was concerned, that would just have to go. I wasn't gonna let that happen again.
A surge of determination filled me. I was going to swallow that load in total and not cough.
Resolutely I shoved my head forward and tore away at his cock, moving my tongue rigorously up and down. I could already taste that hot juice in me.
A tiny spurt of juice shot into my mouth, which served as a prelude to the big load. It made me all the more eager to go to work on him, to pry the big load loose.
I tickled those balls just right, running my fingers over them smoothly, determined to drive him out of his mind with delight, to where he would send a juicy load my way.
Not only was I driving him closer to orgasm, but he was driving me close to yet another spray of juice. I had a hunch that I'd be shooting about the same time as him.
I let out a quick gasp as my pussy shot once more, then returned with a flourish to his prick. Several more hot strokes and he was there, his hot juices spurting into me profusely.
This time I determinedly stuck with his load. I had been through it once before, and was more aware of how to handle him. I couldn't catch it all even though I tried valiantly. Some of it trickled down the sides of my mouth, but most of it I swallowed.
"Very good," he nodded approvingly. "This time there was no coughing and you got most of the load."
"I improve with age."
"Technique's the name of the game," he slapped me playfully on the ass.