Chapter 17

I felt the inner lips of my deliciously stretched cunt straining even more, opening more to let that flared rim on the huge head of Chuck's cock out. The feeling of strain was so intense it was right on the border of pain. If it had hurt, I'd have had no problem; I'd have jerked my punished cunt free of its tormentor. But it didn't quite hurt. Instead of actual pain, the intense pressure seemed to create an excruciating kind of pleasure. It's amazing how fine the borderline between pain and pleasure can sometimes be. It's just as amazing how feeble one's will power can sometimes become in a contest with sensations of intense pleasure. All I had to do was to raise my hips just a fraction higher and Chuck's huge cock would come sliding entirely out of me, freeing my cunt of the terrific stresses it created.

But those terrific stresses were feeling increasingly delicious. Almost without any conscious decision about it, I let my hips begin sinking again, driving Chuck's great cock back into my depths. The sensations it created in my totally occupied cunt were becoming intensely pleasurable. They washed away all thought of possible jeopardy to later pleasures with Uncle Malcolm and Tom. I found myself sinking into, being overwhelmed by, swelling waves of the pleasure of the moment. Pleasure I could find no will to resist. That time I did not check the inward plunge of Chuck's great cock. When it had penetrated me to the deepest point Tom's cock ever had reached, at least half of Chuck's great rigid shaft still remained unswallowed. Now not only my cunt but my entire lower belly began to feel strangely stretched, completely filled.

That exploring, swollen head of Chuck's cock began touching things deep within me I had never felt touched before, then pushed on past to touch still other untouched inner organs and surfaces. It seemed to go on for so long, I felt surprise, felt almost startled, when finally I felt the outer lips of my cunt come to rest against the roots of that great shaft, felt our lower bellies pressing firmly together.

I found myself feeling breathless. A breath-lessness created by pressure caused by lack of inner space, rather than by sexual excitement. It was an entirely new experience. But again that breath-restricting inner pressure seemed to stop just short of that degree of intensity that would have created real discomfort. Instead I suddenly found a feeling of strange exhilaration flashing through me, as if I'd just successfully performed some feat of special accomplishment.

I relaxed a little, only then realizing how tense I'd been. A heady kind of relief washed through me. I'd totally contained that impressive cock of Chuck's. I was its master. Now I could subdue it, could transform its massive male strength into wilting limpness. I had to suppress a giggle of delight. I raised myself, drawing Chuck's great shaft outward slowly. I tried to give the head of it a loving twinge with my inner muscles, which Tom had said felt so delicious to him. But everything inside me was so totally stretched my muscles seemed to have no snap left with which to give abrupt added squeezes like they'd been able to deliver to the head of Tom's penis. Being able to do that to Tom had given me delicious sensations, too, which I discovered were not possible for me to experience with this monstrous cock of Chuck's inside me. Its great size seemed to create some definite limitations on the quality of pleasure it could create. I realized there were definite ways in which a smaller cock felt much better, that there seemed to be a far greater variety of delicious sensations a smaller cock could create within me. The most distinctive sensation Chuck's great rod seemed able to deliver was that feeling of being filled to total capacity, which felt good in its way but lacked any quality of tantalizing delicacy and variety. Its size created definite limitations.

I eased Chuck's big cock almost all the way out of me, then sent it sliding back in to its hilt about half a dozen times, moving a little less gingerly all the time. Then I glanced around, again remembering Uncle Malcolm. I found him sitting on his heels, patiently waiting, watching us. I flashed him a quick grin, exclaiming, "How about that?... I made it! I've taken everything this Chuck character has and made it vanish. Talk about working magic! Making anything the size of his cock vanish is quite a trick."

Uncle Malcolm chuckled, murmuring, "Yes, the female pussy is marvelously versatile. Miraculously adaptable. Most women never realize what a unique treasure they own."

"I'm learning!" I declared emphatically. Then I suggested, "Don't you think it's about time we got you into this act?"

He chuckled again. "Do you feel like you have any room left for anything else inside you?"

"Let's find out," I invited. "Until I tried it, I didn't think I had enough room in there for what's in there right now. So I'll gamble on having room left for more. Come on."

Uncle Malcolm started to move over into position behind me, then paused abruptly, frowning as he said, "I forgot we'd be needing something for lubrication."

"No sweat," I told him. "I've got a whole honey pot full of the slipperiest lubricant known to man." I raised myself away from Chuck, letting his big cock slip out of my cunt. It slapped down against his belly wetly. He kept right on gobbling away at my tits as if he didn't notice.

I wiggled my ass at Uncle Malcolm, inviting, "Come on in; the lubrication's fine."

He straddled Chuck's legs and moved in close behind me. His hands closed upon my hips, then his rigid cock went sliding into my cunt, dog-fashion. I was amazed the way the muscles of my cunt were able to close down around his hardness, gripping it lovingly, lusciously, fitting my cunt to him perfectly, like a tailor made glove. After the stretching they'd just taken from Chuck's cock, such instant adaptability seemed impossible. But I was feeling it happen.

Uncle Malcolm stroked in and out of me only about three times, then started to withdraw. I clamped down hard around his cock with my cunt muscles, trying to trap it before it slipped clear out. But just in case that failed, I made a grab with one hand and caught him by one cheek of his ass, stopping its retreat. I said, "Don't stop so soon! You're making it feel delicious, after the terrific stretching I've just been getting. Go on making it feel good for a little while. Please?"

On the floor under me, Chuck abruptly pulled his greedy mouth away from my tits, exclaiming, "I heard that! If you want to call this party off--"

"Shut up!" I cut in with pretended anger. "Get back to the job." I moved my shoulders, making my tits swing back and forth across his mouth, and added, "Just stop eavesdropping on other people's private conversations and you won't be getting your feelings hurt unnecessarily."

"Aye, aye, Captain Bligh!" Chuck exclaimed with a grin, then went back to gobbling at my tits. His greedy mouth on my burning tits and Uncle Malcolm's delicious hardness in my tingling cunt felt heavenly.

As Uncle Malcolm shoved his cock to me, I wiggled my ass against him to tell him how good it was feeling. I glanced back at him again and murmured, "I'm still looking forward to spending a long time alone with you sometime. Lordy, but you make it feel great!"

The reaction that got made me feel proud of myself for having said it; Uncle Malcolm couldn't possibly have looked happier if he'd just been presented an Oscar. He murmured, "I'm looking forward to that too, you sweet thing. But right now I think maybe--" I interrupted, declaring, "Right now I'll put old horse-cock back in the playhouse and you dig around in my backyard for me. Okay?"

I felt Uncle Malcolm's good hardness slip out of me. I found Chuck's huge cock with one hand, aimed it, then felt everything in my cunt again starting to be stretched almost painfully as the great head of it went back into me. Once it was all the way inside me again, I made two or three more very short strokes to get it settled into the most comfortable position possible. Then I glanced back at Uncle Malcolm, inviting, "Ready."

Uncle Malcolm's grip on my hips tightened. I felt the head of his cock begin pressing into my asshole. I tried to relax the muscles the way I'd learned to do with Tom. I felt his hardness starting into me. My ass felt far tighter than I remembered it having felt, even the very first time Tom shoved his cock into me there. The borderline between pain and pleasure almost got crossed. I felt certain something was going to tear, every tissue throught my whole ass seemed to be stretched too tautly. I was about to yell, certain it had to start really hurting, like the very next instant.

But before I got the yell started, I realized suddenly that Uncle Malcolm was all the way in me. I still hadn't been stretched quite far enough to create actual pain. But my whole ass was filled with a feeling of intense pressure. It seemed impossible that anything could ever start feeling good to me in this kind of situation. I felt certain I'd bargained for more male cock than I could pleasurably handle. Just getting Chuck's whopper into my cunt had seemed like a real accomplishment. I told myself I should have stopped while I'd been ahead. Now I felt certain I was going to have to ask for mercy, going to have to ask to be let out of the bargain I'd made. I was ready to yell "Uncle!" but just before I did Uncle Malcolm began stroking his cock gently in and out of my taut asshole. I hung on, hating to disappoint him.

I was surprised to feel the sensation of unbearable pressure begin to ease. It felt like there was only a paper-thin tissue between Uncle Malcolm's thrusting cock and Chuck's huge hardness buried in my stretched cunt. But that thin tissue seemed to be filled with sources of erotic sensation being stimulated fantastically by the caressing strokes of Uncle Malcolm's cock.

I found myself able to start forgetting the feeling of strained tissues and pressure; I began to relax more than I'd been able to, beginning to enjoy the rising tide of sensation. Suddenly I realized the pressure from being so filled to capacity with hard male cocks seemed to be strangely intensifying the sensations within me. I seemed to be feeling them more sharply.

I found myself responding without thinking, beginning to raise and lower myself in short movements that created short thrusts of Chuck's big cock deep within me. The increased friction of slight movement against both sides of the tissue separating his cock from Uncle Malcolm's created a startling magnification of sensation. I gasped with the sudden pleasure of it. I grew braver, beginning to increase my movements and thus make the strokes of Chuck's cock in and out of my cunt longer. Meanwhile, Uncle Malcolm was beginning to shove his cock to my asshole a little less cautiously. That also seemed to multiply the sensation being created within my cock-filled belly.

Slowly my sense of a need for caution faded as sensation swelled higher within me. Finally I was able to just close my eyes and give myself over to the delicious storm of sensation that had started raging within me. I was ready to abandon myself to the total enjoyment of it. At that very instant of abandonment, however, I became abruptly aware of a gripping hand shaking one shoulder. I frowned irritably at this uninvited interruption as I opened my eyes and glanced up at the owner of that hand. I was ready to snap at whoever it was. Then I saw our handsome and famous host standing there smiling down at me. Almost the same instant I recognized his face, I realized that his beautiful cock was no longer hanging nonchalantly limp.

"You give a remarkable performance, little dreamboat," he declared, sounding excited. "This is about the best two-man show I've ever witnessed. Would you care to make it into a super-spectacular three-man extravaganza?" He made a slight movement with his hips, bringing his rigid cock toward my mouth suggestively, then waited hopefully. I appreciated his consideration in not trying to demand anything or worse yet to physically force his cock upon me. Right then I couldn't have done much to defend myself, my ass anchored to two other hard cocks the way it was.

I shrugged my shoulders and told him, "I've never been involved in a two-way screwing before, much less three. So I can't guarantee satisfaction, but I'm willing to try, if you find the idea appealing."

"Do I ever find it appealing!" he exclaimed as he moved quickly to position himself directly in front of me, presenting my mouth with the easiest access possible to his cock. I raised one of my hands from the floor beside Chuck's head. I gripped our host's eager cock. It was a real beauty, as I've said before, about halfway between Uncle Malcolm's and Chuck's in size. The thought flashed through that I was going to have as big a variety of different-sized cocks in me as an assorted case of dildos usually holds. I began getting it lubricated with a dripping coat of saliva, licking from the base of his cock to its tip time after time. I had him moaning before I finished that.

Meanwhile I was continuing the action with my ass, stroking Chuck's huge cock in and out of my straining cunt while Uncle Malcolm kept sliding his stiff cock in and out of my asshole. It was almost like a juggling act, trying to keep the pressure of sensation building in all three of them at the same time. I licked my lips, then slipped our handsome host's cock through them and into my mouth. I welcomed it with a silken swirl, my tongue licking at the sensitive head of it with a circular motion. His legs began trembling almost immediately. I knew within just moments that he would come.

I pressed my mouth toward his lower belly, beginning a rapid sucking action with my lips and cheeks. His hard cock slipped deeper and still deeper into my mouth until my lips were pressed firmly against the mat of curly black hair that covered the roots of his rigid cock. Then I gave the head of his cock, now well down in my throat, a squeezing caress, suddenly con- tracting the throat muscles around it. I heard the owner of that cock gasp, sharply as if in surprise. I wondered if I possibly could have shown this man, as widely experienced as a lover as he had to be, a new trick. The possibility pleased me. I gave him another harder squeeze and another and another, beginning a steady milking action on that sensitive head of his beautiful cock. I had gasps wheezing in and out of him steadily and noisily. He would give up his whole charge to me any moment now.

I remembered my other trick, realizing I had a free hand now. I quickly stuck the forefinger into my mouth beside the hard shaft of his cock, coating it with saliva for lubrication. Then I reached between his legs and felt my way under his balls and on until I found his asshole. I started my finger into him; that brought a startled gasp out of him, then almost instantly the muscles around his asshole relaxed as if to welcome my entering finger. He had experienced that wrinkle before, obviously, so he must not have been too surprised when I used it on him. As my finger thrust into him, an anguished cry abruptly tore its way out of him; his rigid cock began pulsating powerfully, sending jet after jet of his hot come shooting down my throat.

That same instant, Chuck began bucking under me, his hips and back arching upward against me off the floor. As his great cock began erupting, it filled me so completely its pulsations seemed to be thundering through my whole lower belly.

Then Uncle Malcolm's fingers were clutching at my hips so frantically they became almost like claws. I heard a strangled yell come out of him, then felt his cock begin pulsating furiously in my asshole's tightness.

It was as exciting as hell. The orgy going on all around me was frantically erotic. Yet the whole wild scene had failed to create the tingling excitement that had me coming like a machine gun that first night Tom spent in my bed fucking me. Here I had those three Hollywood big names coming deep inside me all at the same time, yet of the four of us I alone still wasn't coming. That really seemed fantastic.

Then out of nowhere the thought zipped through of what my old shoot-first-and-ask-questions-later daddy would do if he could see me right then. I knew he'd never stop at just killing the three with their cocks buried in me; he'd have more than likely wound up killing off at least half of Hollywood.

And that's what did it. That brought the feeling I'd been missing, exciting all hell right out of me. Don't ask me why, but that vision of my old daddy's blazing guns killing people right and left, like something out of an old Western movie on the late, late show, seemed like the most erotic experience I'd had all that evening. I blew my mind. I screamed. I think more than likely I sounded like someone going stark, raving fruitcake as that scream came gurgling and gasping out around the pumping cock still stuck clear down my throat. All I was really aware of, however, was that I was coming. Lordy, Lord, how I was coming and coming and still coming some more.