Chapter 3
In my post-orgasmic euphoria I had forgotten all about the others. After Willis was through, there were still five guys in the kitchen who hadn't fucked me.
And they were discussing it now. The silence ended, as I became aware of the gamey conversation that filled the room.
Their cocks were all standing in front of them, each one as hard as a rock and twitching like the artery in a psycho's temple. Had they all been pointing guns in my direction they could not have been more threatening.
They were talking about me. My tits, my ass, my thighs and most of all, my cunt. Each seemed to agree my pussy was a beauty and that they wanted to be the next to cram their hard-on inside it.
I suppose a more educated group of people might have decided on a lottery to select which of their number would get next crack at my twat. However, these guys were closer to cavemen than intellectuals. There was no way they'd use their brains when sheer physical power would do.
Then some guy had a bright idea—for a barbarian. "Let's take her all at once," he suggested. "That way the first man there gets her pussy if he wants it."
They mumbled in chorus. Finally their verdict was conveyed through a circle of grimily smiling faces.
It was unanimous. They were going to do it.
Gang-bang me, orgy-style!
Willis, in the meantime, had tottered to his feet. While he watched them shed their pants, he chuckled as though he were General Patton surveying his troops.
When they were all completely naked from the waist down, Willis hustled his charges into a straight line. "It's like a race," he said, "and I'm the starter."
"Where's your gun, Chuck?" some wise guy asked.
"Right here," Willis grinned, dipping down to pull a .45 automatic from his pants. "I holler, On your mark—get set—and then when this here mutha goes off, you turkeys GO!"
The fucker's going to blow a hole through my roof, I ruefully thought. My kitchen would be ruined.
But, on the other hand, I quickly realized, maybe the noise would bring some help. After all, it isn't everyday a .45 goes off in the suburbs.
So I said nothing and watched the boys in action. As much of the respectable part of me loathed them, I had to admit they were kind of cute the way they were lined up like kids at the start of a race.
"On your mark!" Willis bellowed, pointing the deadly-looking gun up in the air.
The gang tensed, coiling for their release.
"Get set!" Willis' gun-arm extended until it was out straight at about a 30 degree angle from his head. It looked like he was giving a Nazi salute with a gun.
There was a deathly pause. It was just a second or so, but it seemed like an eternity.
BLAM! The bullet tore through the roof, leaving a smoky hole in its wake. I got a glimpse of it just before I was buried in an avalanche of five horny men.
Surprisingly, it was the kid, the frailest of the lot, who beat the others to my cunt.
Obviously he hadn't done it with muscle. Whatever brains there were in this scruffy group, it was a certainty he had them.
I saw the big grin on the kid's face as his smooth dick slid into my pussy to the hilt. It was a different feel than I had from Willis' more physical organ, but nonetheless thrilling. I started to come at once.
Now that my cunt had been taken, there was the rest of me to divide up, of course. Four guys left without their pricks in anything, but ready to fuck anything.
The runner-up selected my ass. Slithering under me between the kid's legs, he boosted me in the air while he began stuffing his cock into my asshole.
I'd never had it in the ass before. My husband had always been in too much of a hurry to try anything that exotic and of course, as a respectable wife and mother I wouldn't have dreamed of permitting such a thing, anyway. Nice people do not fuck in the ass.
However, I was anything but nice at the moment. How could a woman possibly be when she was spreadeagled nude on the floor with five horny escaped convicts swarming all over her?
I not only wanted a cock in my ass, I wanted it, a lot deeper than the present occupant had yet accomplished. So I flat-out told him. "Farther! Farther! Stick your big prick as deep as you can in my ass, stud!"
God, it hurt when he did as I'd instructed. But it hurt sooooo gooooood! How could I have been so blind as to fail to recognize what a potentially fantastic fuck-hole my anus was?
There was maybe ten inches of dick up it, reaming me all the way to the bowels. The shit was gurgling in my guts, an orgasm withering me from head to toe.
But I couldn't get used to anything. As soon as I'd started coming as richly in my asshole as I'd been doing in my pussy, a new part of my body was phallically assaulted.
This time my mouth, where else?
A big long cock stuffed itself down my throat, going so deeply that the head was throbbing at the entrance to my stomach. This monster had to be at least a foot long.
The man who owned it was almost as hairy as an ape. Being fucked in the mouth by him was like giving King Kong head.
Bill had wanted me to do this to him several times early in our marriage, but I had always refused. The idea of putting a prick in my mouth had seemed disgusting. A respectable woman would never do such a thing.
Over the years Bill had given up asking me. However, in the meantime, I had developed a secret fantasy about going down on a man. Maybe the moral ramifications of cock-sucking were too much for me in the flesh, but I could certainly dream.
And now the dream was coming true. I was tasting dick. True, I'd sucked Willis' previously, but that was only briefly. This time I was going to go all the way. Eat a prick until it came in my mouth.
With so much cock engorging it, my gullet started to spasm. It wouldn't stop. Soon my stomach was convulsing from the shock-waves. The only conclusion to reach was that I was coming.
So now there were two. Two guys left to split up what was remaining of my naked body to fuck.
The quickest moving decided on my tits as his prey. After all, they were firm yet squishy and could easily be compressed to resemble an exterior cunt. Why shouldn't he stick his dick between them and start pumping like crazy?
On cue, I grabbed my jugs and pushed them together. All of a sudden the hard-on was pistoning within the tight slit it instinctively craved. The friction was vise-like.
My tit-fucker's cock was so long that when he surged upward, the head slammed my chin like a stone. I'd have a black and blue mark there tomorrow—if I lived that long.
And then there was one. One increasingly agitated escaped convict with a fuse that was about ready to blow. A human keg of sensual dynamite.
I had glanced up and was looking at his face. Christ, he was a stupid looking one. I guessed he counted on his fingers and toes.
He looked at my body the way an illiterate looks at a printed page. He was just smart enough to know that something was there, but too ignorant to know what it was.
Then, I swear, I thought I saw a bulb light up over his shaggy head, as though he were the dimwitted cartoon character he so closely resembled. He had an idea.
I didn't want to know what it was, so I closed my eyes and waited. There's a certain superiority in dumbness because the people who are smarter than you never can predict what you're going to do next. I could accept that. So let the big oaf surprise me.
He did. Too dim to think of anything original on his own, he copied what one of his peers was doing. And since the kid had won the first prize of my cunt, he went there, too, assuming it was the best place for his huge cock to be.
The last thing I had expected was two pricks in my pussy. What's more, the second one was even bigger than the first. By himself the kid had been smooth in fucking me—now his tool seemed like a jack-hammer alongside the intruder's bludgeon. A brace of very destructive instruments.
Of course neither of them could hilt me with two dicks vying for position in a severely limited space. For every inch the interloper's cock penetrated, an inch of the kid's seemed to come out. By the time the adjustment had been made, I had half of each prick engorging my cunt.
I got used to it quickly. Maybe the thrust wasn't as deep, but the breadth more than made up for this deficiency. Besides, just the idea of being woman enough to take two cocks in my pussy at once was a total mind-blower. I was coming in my cunt as well as everywhere else.
All five guys were fucking me, so there would be no more surprised unless Willis got horny again. However, to tell the truth, he seemed to be getting his rocks off just by watching and directing traffic. Maybe he felt his leadership position was strengthened as a result of seeing the rest of his men hop around like monkeys on a stick.
I decided to just take things on an even keel for a while. Groove on all the cocks that were pumping away at my most orgasmically vulnerable regions.
Ooooooh, that one in my ass was a stabber!
And the one between my tits was surprisingly good. The guy knew how to fuck and he was rubbing my breastbone raw with his scraping tool.
The one down my throat was a pile-driver. Its owner must have drilled wells before he was sent to the pen.
But, as you may have guessed, the best two were right in my cunt. They had their strokes staggered, so that when one was surging inward the other was pulling out. I felt like I had a two-cylinder engine between my legs.
In the meantime, the pentagonal pumping had increased to a fever pitch. The cocks servicing me had become blurs.
The time for my reverie was over. Now I had to brace myself for the onslaught. The five- peaked tidal wave of cum, with only my body to absorb it.
Who would be first to shoot his wad? If I knew I could clench the muscles around that orifice and prepare myself. But no woman can read the minds of five guys.
So I just cinched up all four places of entry at once, tensing my whole body like a spring in anticipation of the first eruption, wherever it might be.
What luck to have brought my whole body into play. For they all came at once! All fucking five of them.
All at once I was awash with cum, both internally and externally. Not only was that one guy creaming all over my tits, the discharge of the others was overflowing and drenching my body.
Pretty soon the cum pooling beneath me became so thick that I felt as though I were reclining on a blanket of velvet. I seemed to myself to be a queen of sex.
Through the orgasmic fog I noticed that as each dick began to withdraw it was still hard.
Not a man had lost his boner, unlike Willis whose potency had vanished after a single trip up to bat.
Reality intruded like a fist into my consciousness. Why hadn't I seen it before? This was the perfect opportunity to cause dissension in the ranks.
The situation was perfect. Here we had a self-appointed leader, whose troops were apparently not fully convinced of his authority.
Willis had to play the role of the super-stud to the hilt to keep these yo-yos in line. And right now they had hard-ons and he didn't.
"Come on and fuck me again," I strategically invited them to my oozing body. "All five of you at once." I made sure I emphasized the number five.
The sixth man, of course, was Willis and he was furious. "Enough, you apes!" he spat. "Go over in the corner and cool down. She's gonna have it five ways all right—but from the same guy." His prick was suddenly hard again.
He had won this battle. The troops retreated. But to win the war he'd have to deliver as promised.
I couldn't wait to see if he could really do it.
He started at the top. At my mouth, plunging his sword-like dick down my throat.
He was really grinding my throat raw. It wasn't that the thrust was excessively deep, it was rather that the phallic movement was ceaseless.
He came without warning. The sperm gushed into my stomach and bloated it.
Then, in a flash, his prick was out of my mouth. Still stiff, it was moving inexorably toward my tits.
I knew what to do from the time before. The instant Willis installed his hard-on between my tits, I closed them with a slap. The resultant crack was as tight as any hole.
Willis began pistoning anew. The space at the crux of my tits was now bleeding from what this dick was doing on top of the damage from its predecessor.
While he fucked my tits, I squeezed my nipples, adding some sweet agony to the orgasmic mixture. Nothing like a little self-inflicted pain to put a sharp edge on a woman's climax.
This time Willis' cock provided a warning at the moment of truth. Its head surged up into my throat just before it exploded.
The spurting goo was lapping against my throat, washing down until it drenched my tits. I felt as if someone had poured a jar of scalding honey all over my neck.
Putting my hands to my torso, I rubbed the cum all over my body. I massaged myself with cum. I was stickier than an all-day sucker left out too long in the sun.
I finally returned my undivided attention to Willis. His cock was still erect and he was aiming it directly between my legs.
Although this would be his third fuck within mere minutes and his fourth overall this morning, he wasn't even breathing hard. His pride was on the line and the need to prove himself had infused his prick with steel.
My cunt was promptly skewered. He stuck his hard-on up me as though he were a chef testing the dressing in a roast bird.
And like the stuffed bird, my inner juices flowed as a result of the probe. The more deeply Willis inserted his cock, the more vigorously my pussy flushed itself.
He didn't look like he needed any help, but I decided to offer some assistance anyway.
Wrapping my legs around him, I yanked him tightly to the core of my femininity, pulling the head of his cock into my womb and his balls against my vulva.
I squeezed my pussy muscles as though they were the cords in a noose. Willis' prick was locked in my grip, a captive to my vaginal spasms and undulations.
I made the friction between cock and pussy. All of it. Entirely on my own.
The sinews of my cunt were poetry in motion. Erotic poetry.
Willis' prick tried to expand an extra increment, but I held it in check. There would be no advertisements. Just the ultimate product itself.
In other words, if Willis wanted to impress me, he'd have to come. Right now!
It was a geyser. As if I'd sat atop Old Faithful. The scalding flow was ripping up my fuckhole, searing my cunt. Willis had got me everyplace.
Incredibly, there was more sperm contained in this current ejaculation than there had been in its many predecessors. My womb was ballooning to the size of a basketball from its force and volume. For a couple of moments there I must have looked pregnant.
I couldn't hold it all. The excess turned into a liquid cannonball and came roaring from my cunt, pushing out Willis' cock in the process.
All of a sudden, my pussy was a fountain, spewing forth alabaster cream. Waxy yellow build-up was a concern of the past. Right now my kitchen-floor was lumpy with hot white sperm.
After a bout of epileptic-style orgasmic writhing, I got a fresh peek at Willis' tool. Goddamn, it was straight as an arrow!
My ass was next, of course. I could feel the orifice palpitating in anticipation, as Willis lowered his phallic sights a notch.
I wanted it. Oh, God, how I wanted it. But I didn't have to beg for it because I was going to get the full force of the escaped convict's ten-inch hard-on in my asshole whether I liked it or not.
Willis plowed forward as though his cock were a stake which he planned to bury in the heart of a vampire.
... Except that I would not die from the stabbing penetration. My ass was not my heart.
With the first inch of phallic engorgement of my butt, I came as alive as if I had been wired for electricity.
I was sizzling. Sparks were flying inside me, igniting flame after flame to add to my orgasmic bonfire, as my ass was fucked deeper and deeper.
It took longer for Willis to come this time, even though he was fucking my tightest hole and had enough squeezing from my shit-pit to strangle a goose. I wondered if he was tiring out at last.
I glanced at his face for a further clue. It was bright red, with the jaw muscles clenched from effort. Sweat was pouring out of every pore.
He finally came and it was an enormous wad that inundated my bowels. However, the spurting didn't last as long this time and at the end I could feel Willis' dick appreciably softening as he extracted it from my asshole.
I looked and saw that my impression was correct. Although it hadn't reached the wet noodle stage, Willis' tool was embarrassingly drooping at half-mast. If he was going to come the magic number of five, he'd have to do some talking to himself.
He sure wasn't going to get any help from his buddies in the corner. Willis had gone too far in his exhibitionism, turning them from fascinated voyeurs into raucous bleacher-bums.
As long as no one of them had to risk his neck pulling the rug out from under their leader, they wouldn't mind seeing Willis fall on his ass at all.
Willis, of course, knew this. He may have been next to a moron, but somewhere within that thick skull a candle burned. When you come right down to it, I suppose there isn't a human alive who will not respond to the threat of humiliation.
This was Willis. The anti-social enraged bull. Trying desperately to pump life back in his prick and make it as belligerent as the rest of him.
I watched him with wordless fascination, knowing that in his agitated state he would just resent any verbal encouragement from somebody he regarded as just a dumb slut. He was really whacking his meat.
Blotched scarlet by the flogging. Willis' dick slowly drew itself upward. Incredibly, it seemed as though he would actually be able to accomplish an erection.
... Yes, yes, he had it! His prick was standing out as straight as a limb!
But what was he going to do with it? Hadn't he already fucked me everyplace possible?
The mouth? The tits? The cunt? The asshole?
Where else could there be?
The answer, of course, was simple, as befitted the undernourished mind that had invented it. So simplistic in fact that I, with my greater intelligence and imagination, had not been able to anticipate it.
Where else turned out to be no place. Or, if you looked at it another way, everyplace.
Because, you see, Willis had straddled me and was beating off over my naked body. For the final ejaculation that would prove he was a man among men, he was going to come all over me. Jack-off in my face in a final gesture combining triumph with contempt.
Even though he'd gotten his prick hard, Willis was having a terrible time getting any further. His frictioning fist was a blur up and down his shaft, but all that came forth was his increasingly taxed breath. It seemed a question of whether he would pass out or come first.
Teetering and rocking as he stroked, Willis' aura of ruggedness began to rapidly dissipate.
His ruddy complexion was replaced by a shocking pallor. Even through the grime and whiskers I could see that his facial skin had turned into parchment.
No longer did he resemble the big bad escaped convict who wore his outlawry like a badge. I couldn't help remembering the high-blood pressure to which the kid had alluded.
Now Willis seemed like some pitiful middle-aged masturbator, afflicted with a coronary during his secret act, his cock hanging out along with his gasping tongue.
His lights went out just as his dick did the impossible. From somewhere within his depths his phallic equipment miraculously sucked up a remaining wad of cum and propelled it to daylight. However, at the same time, his heart stopped in mid-beat and he crashed forward, his body beating his jizz in the race to land on me.
Pinioned beneath Willis, I had no sense that he was breathing. He seemed, literally, a dead-weight. And I was sure that I had directly contributed to his death.
I was sad and guilt-ridden that a man had apparently died because he couldn't get enough of my naked body.
But I was brimming with pride that I had been woman enough to take the measure of this dangerous male beast.
Before this morning Donna Haley had been a frigid housewife. Now, just a few hours into this remarkable day, she had stopped the toughest of men dead in his tracks.
.. Perhaps I had been a party to killing a man, but, paradoxically, I had never felt so alive in my life.