Chapter 8
Once I read a dirty book in which a girl came like a goddamned fountain the instant a guy slid his dick up her asshole, and after reading that chapter I just sat back shaking my head. How could something like that ever happen? I mean, they were close, sure, but what did the ass and the pussy really have to do with one another? Clitoral and vaginal stimulation-that was what made a woman come. God! I thought I knew it all, back then.
As Marjie Buckley filled me with her pliable rubber dildo, I found out how something like that could ever happen, by God!
It wasn't just the unbelievably rough penetration of the rubber dick, slamming its way into a hole that had never been traveled except by shit leaving my body-oh, sure, that helped! I mean, I was tight and she just clawed her way up me in a fashion that couldn't help but turn on anyone who was already turned on the way I was-turned on by the whole idea of what they were doing to me. But remember, she'd also been fucking me up the snatch with that dildo, fucking like a man, and the lips of my swampy twat were still raw and quivering from her interlude between them. I was ready. That's all. Just ready. So I came. Like a goddamned fountain.
"She's coming, David sweetest," Marjie tittered, still fucking me anally. She didn't let up the intensity of her strokes despite the way my anal muscles clenched and squeezed, squeezed as if they meant to break in two the nasty rubber prick that shot up me, up me, up me, shot up me till I could swear it was ramming up my throat and driving through my mouth wrong way out, toward the immersed end of David's tool.
"I know," David replied, running his fingers through my hair as I moaned around his cock. I couldn't do much in the area of sucking now, not the way I felt. I wanted to clench my teeth and scream through them, scream from the very pit of my being, but how could I, with his cock in my mouth, separating my teeth, with his hands reminding me that he could be cruel as well as sweet unless I minded my manners.
Through it all, I had not felt so much like a slave as I did then. My lower body was erupting violently, cum oozing in torrents from the lips of my puss, and the mouth of my ass was sopping wet too, as if it were also squirting out thick milky woman's cream. And Marjie kept thrusting through that increasing anal wetness, filling me time after time with the ass-busting bulk of her oversized diddle stick.
While. at the same time I was trying to be a dutiful slave and suck oh so prettily, so sweetly, on David's penis lest I bite him and rouse his anger the way I'd done before, and though I could feel him throbbing between my clenched lips, it wasn't right, wasn't the way it should be! I wanted to be free of the silken scarves that bound my wrists and ankles together beneath the sawhorse fuck stand. I wanted to reach back with one hand, to touch Marjie and let her know that I loved and cherished her for what she was doing to me, wanted to slide my other hand up, caress David's surprisingly small testicles, feel the sweet, precious stones inside them quiver at my touch, and then bring that hand up his cock, grasping him, stroking him, sliding up and down, helping him with his release until he moaned the way I was moaning, the way Marjie was starting to moan too, until he grabbed the sides of my head and held me in place while his cock poured molten lava gravy into my mouth and I drowned with the loving and drinking of it.
But I couldn't, because I was still tied and neither of my masters saw fit to undo my silken bonds. Silk! They were tight, but they didn't hurt as the leather bonds that hurt me. Did that mean that I was more endeared to them now? Oh, I hoped so! God in heaven, how I hoped! I would do anything they asked of me. It was no longer necessary to tie me up. But-my heart quivered in my bosom, directly behind a rock-hard, aching tit-how much sweeter it was to be helpless and at their total command! My ass gyrated up and down, from side to side, and Marjie was rubbing it with her sweaty, hot palms. Why didn't she pinch me again? Why didn't she flail my thighs and buttocks with her whip? I would have enjoyed that. 6h, God, I'd have enjoyed it!
"Darling!" she moaned, obviously in the grip of passion herself. "Darling! Trade places with me! Quickly, before I died with my desire!"
And even as she spoke, her dildo fought itself free of my asshole, reluctant as I was to let her go. When she popped out of me, I felt so empty, so goddamned empty, and so hungry at the same time. I heard a bump on the floor, the little click-click-click of her boot taps, and then she was standing before me, pawing her brother as he fed me his cock, and she was naked except for the boots. Gone were the harness, the dildo she'd attached to it, the dildo with which she'd fucked my pussy and asshole into a come that was only just beginning to subside.
"Christ, Marjie," he protested, fondling my head, "I don't think I can pull it out of her without coming."
"Try," she murmured, biting his ear lobes. "Try for me! I want to feel her mouth on my cunt." Her hand dropped to her crotch and she fondled herself shamelessly, a long slim finger jabbing up into the shaven gash of Iter pussy, emerging coated with milky-looking cream. Marjie raised that finger, sniffed at it, then offered it to her brother. He sucked avidly, and I looked up to see his face brighten.
"Fuck her again, David," she suggested. "Her asshole is loosened up and ready for you. Give her all your cock in her most tender place. Spew your cum into her churning guts. Oh, David, 'she's churning with passion right now. I've made her climax. You make her go crazy!"
"Let go," he told me. "Let go of my cock!" and he pulled, trying to free himself. I was unwilling. I'd been building up to the eventual explosion of his juices, and from the taste of him it wasn't far away. I didn't want to let go. Please! I signaled with my eyes. He pulled again, and his cock jumped out of my mouth.
It was even bigger than when he'd inserted himself, and the tip of him seemed to glow with livid arousal. I had never seen a cock head so red and swollen, so wet and shiny. Just the friction of pulling from my reluctant lips that registered a little effect on David, for as he stepped back, a bubble of creamy jizz formed in the slitted opening at his very tip and oozed down the curvature of his knob with maddening slowness. I licked and slurped my lips, and I whimpered too, saying, "Oh, come back ... let me taste you ... I can see your cum. I want to drink it too . .. please .. . please ... please ..."
But that big drop of semen slipped away as I watched, and my eyes followed its descent until it splattered in heart-wrenching waste upon the floor below. I could taste it on my tongue and I desired it, but I couldn't break the silken scarves' hold upon my limbs. If I could have, I think I'd have thrown myself upon the floor and licked the boards until I'd recovered all the fragrance of his semen.
In another moment I heard Marjie saying "Your tongue, Nanette, give me your darling tongue," and I had no more time to worry about wasted droplets of cream. Her cunt was plumb against my mouth, and she was reaching down of her own accord to split the lips, and all I had to do was slip my tongue up the velvety red pathway that opened for me.
Jesus! The smell that drifted up from her pussy, into my nostrils! It intoxicated me with its musky arousal, and I was already far along the road to nirvana. I closed my eyes and stabbed with my tongue, felt it touch soft, smooth, sweet girl-flesh, and then I was doing it, by God-driving my tongue up her twat, licking her cunt inside out. A rain-like torrent of woman's cum oozed down her hot channel and met my tongue more than halfway. Each thrust I made into Marjie carried me deeper into that swamp of sex and musky cunt, and I stabbed, stabbed, purring as I tongue-fucked her. It was the very first time I'd ever done anything like this, but I performed as if I'd been doing it all my life.
"Nanette!!" she screamed, and I mean screamed. "NANETTE!!!" Her pussy had seemed solid against my face, but as she began to scream and then moan and whimper, she melted, and she was nothing but butter flowing around me, coating my nose and lips and chin in the dissolving heat.
The taste of her! God! I can't describe it! She was like the strongest whiskey you can imagine, intoxicating me almost from the first spurt of juice that met my questing tongue, and at the same time she was almost delicately sweet too-like rose-water, soft and light upon the taste buds, but addictive, God, so addictive! I thrust into her time and again, until my face was smeared and sticky from her pussy milk.
So fantastic was the sensation of actually licking the pussy of the woman who had dominated and ravaged me that I hardly flinched when David grabbed my buttocks in his steely fingers.
He was rough and crude upon my skin, pinching it, mauling it, clawing it like a cat, but I didn't care. He could have taken the whip and beaten me for all it mattered to Nanette, Nanette the obedient, Nanette the dutiful, Nanette the slave. When his cock pressed against me, testing the resilience of my asshole, that was all right too, and I bucked upward, presenting myself for his pleasure.
His pleasure, yes, but my pleasure, tool When he invaded my asshole with his cock I screamed into Marjie's twat, had the delight of feeling her quiver and slam against me, but he didn't hurt all that much. Marjorie had already robbed me of my anal virginity, and my ass was still dilated from the fucking she'd dished out with her rubber dick. David was bigger, but not that much bigger. I found as he fucked into me that I could take him. Painfully, in a manner that made me sob and whimper up Marjorie's pussy, but with a masterful presence that eased away the pain as his strokes became faster and faster.
His cock was swollen and huge inside me, much bigger as his fucking picked up speed, and I convulsed each time he rammed me to the kidneys. My face was still full of Marjie's pussy, and a tasty pussy it was, causing me to wonder why I'd waited so long? Why had I never thrust my tongue up a juicy snatch before? Why had I never felt the incredible pulsation of an aroused clit throbbing against my lips, quivering when I batted it round and round with my tongue, jiggling as my lips seized upon its nubby little bud and pulled, pulled, pulled- Pulled until her deepest, sweetest honey flowed into my mouth and I drank it greedily, sucking her snatch, delving up it with my tongue, cleansing it of its cummy load, quivering at the same time when that cock of David Buckley's thrust up my asshole, exploiting the laxness his sister's wicked dildo had created, and it was just like before. I was busy at both ends, on fire at both ends, cum leaking from my cunt, drool spilling from my mouth, and I wanted nothing more from my life but this-to satisfy my master and my mistress, to sex them until they, not I, begged to be released.
"Put your tongue inside me," Marjie moaned. "Put it all the way inside me!"
I did! And I was happy to do it, happy to slide my tongue up her slick, dripping tube, happy to drink the hot cum oozing from her cuntal walls. She rocked on her boot-heels, bumping my face with her twat again and again, using fingers to open herself fully so I could lick every inch of her interior. The only thing I regretted was that my hands were still tied, that I couldn't use them to caress her lovely body while I loved it with my mouth.
The muscles of her pussy twitched, and I knew what that twitching meant. Marjie was coming! I'd brought her there, to a snapping, sopping orgasm, with my mouth and my tongue! I pressed my lips against the quivering flanges and felt her twat pour its essences into me, and the whole lower half of my face was sticky and coated with her cuntal discharge. I had never tasted anything so delicious, never wanted anything more in all my life! My tongue scooped into her again and again, luxuriating in the copious fluids of her climax.
And behind me, David was still buggering with his big beautiful cock. My asshole was stretched wide now, accommodating him easily, though the force of his intrusions took my breath away. His hands clawed up and down my sweat-soaked body, and I was so wet between the legs I couldn't believe it. Once in a while as he sodomized me he'd reach beneath and slide the tips of his fingers across my pussy crease and the pulsating button of my clitoris. It was throbbing in rhythm with the in-out plunges of his cock, just as Marjorie's clit, bigger than mine and no less responsive, throbbed and oscillated against the questing point of my tongue.
I was coming, too, coming in such mind-boggling serial installments that I lost track of how long it lasted, how many separate orgasmic bursts were contained in that come. I tried to remember when I'd last gone into multiple climaxes with a man-the men I used to know-but I couldn't. I don't think I ever had. Maybe a juicy little bubble of delight popping in my puss, but not like this. Not the heaving of my guts, the cataclysmic flow of orgasm and juices down the tunnel of my cunt, not the swimming head, the blinking eyes, the moans that rushed in torrents as I licked Marjie and breathed hot panting release into her twat.
Marjie stroked my bobbing head and she kept whispering, "Sweet Nanette . . . sweet Nanette ... you're doing it just right. No, don't stop . . . lick me again . . . aaaaahhhh . . . there! There! My clit! Don't forget my clit! Oh, David-fuck her! She's coming too! Can't you hear her moan? Can't you feel her convulsing and shaking and twitching? The hot juices are running from her body. I can smell them. Ohhhh, mine are running too, into our Nanette's hungry little mouth! Eat me dry, darling!
Eat me dry!!!"
I ate her dry, and as I did, it felt like I was coming through my asshole as well as my pussy. David stabbed into me, and I heard his cock squishing in my oozy rectum. If nothing else, that sound would have catapulted me into a moaning climax, but I was already deep into one, as deep as he was into me, and I just shuddered and lurched back to meet him, my anus dilated, making a warm, enjoyably tight home for his hard dick.
"No, stop," Marjie whispered, her fingers sliding in to separate my tongue and her pussyflesh. She pried my tongue from its desperate hold upon her slice, and she took a step or two backwards, rubbing herself in obvious delight. The shaven lips of her twat were raw and red-looking, and my tongue ached to lap them again, to slip between and up the tight sheath of her sex.
"Let me," I purred as invitingly as I could under the circumstances. "Let me finish you."
"I am finished," Marjie sighed. "I think I really am finished. I may not want to fuck again for a month." She tossed back her long raven hair, wiggled her shoulders so that the large tits danced on her chest, and she smiled. "A cold day in hell when I don't want to do it," she added, moving round me, toward her brother. I tried to follow with my eyes, but when I craned round too far, my neck began to ache and, reluctantly, I let my head slip back into normal position.
"How many other girls have enjoyed this part of it?" she asked, David grunting a nonspecific reply.
"They scream, usually, and they cry and curse, and God, I love to hear that, but our lovely Nanette is different. She likes it. Ooooohhh-look at the way her darling ass quivers when you thump her with your cock! Are you ready to come yet, David? Are you almost there?"
"Mmmm-hmmmm," he said, tight-throated. "Mmmm-hmmmm!!"
Marjie's hand dropped onto my ass. I knew it was her hand. By that time I should have been quite familiar with the texture of her fingers, with the sly way they could crawl over my skin, bringing me to even more tantalizing pinnacles of delicious, erotic release. "Come in her mouth," Marjie whispered, but in a stage whisper of which I could hear every syllable. "Shoot our Nanette's mouth full of your hot salty milk, darling! You've fucked her, you've let her sip at your rod, now give her what I know she'd gladly die to have. Give her your cum!"
"Yes," I murmured weakly. "I'd love it! I want it! Come in my mouth-piss in my mouth if you want! Ohhhh ... I must have it. . . must have everything you can give me!"
POP! His cock sprang out of my ass, and though I loved his self-control, I could not understand how he managed to stay so hard for so long. The men I had known couldn't compare. The longest fuck I'd ever experienced in the past had gone on for perhaps twenty minutes, from insertion to my guy's explosion. But David Buckley had been hard and in me, mouth or asshole, for at least half an hour, and he was still rigid as a steel bar.
As he withdrew, Marjie must have been ready. I couldn't crane my neck around far enough to see what she was doing, but I didn't have to see. Not when that well-remembered tongue began to slide up and down the crack of my body. Apparently she was on her knees, licking up at my dripping pussy, my sweaty asshole, tongue going like sixty, in me, on me, lashing the little bud of my clit until I started coming again, all over again, all over her face, all over myself-coming all over.
She thrust her face up into my crotch and her hands were busy too, stroking up and down my thighs from hipbones to ankles while she ate me afresh, and from the agile way her tongue darted into my slot I knew that Marjie loved-truly loved-the hot tangy musk of my girl-cum. Good thing, for she was drowning in it. Juice poured from me and my entire body shook with the effort of lubricating so excitedly.
Did I say that my body shook when Marjie licked me? God! What words are left, then, to describe my reaction when David appeared before me, his cock still rigid and so red it looked as if the slightest puff of air would set him afire?
He took a deep breath, as if he were summoning all his reserve and restraint, and he pointed his cock toward my guppy-like mouth. He was gleaming from tip to root, gleaming from the sweat and other fluids he'd met in my asshole, and-Jesus! I don't even blush to confess this!! - There was the slightest, faintest, but most thrilling, taste of shit when his cockhead slipped into my mouth and I began to suck it with hot, hungry lips. I didn't care. I was that far gone, that willing to perform whatever my master and mistress demanded of me, even if it meant sucking a cock that had only just come from my asshole, that was tangy with the taste of my own body wastes. David slipped his prick into me, as much of it as he could slip, and I sucked with all the fervor I could manage.
"She's a barracuda," David called to his sister, who was busy giving a very convincing imitation of a carnivorous animal between my legs. Marjorie didn't answer. It would have been impolite, according to my mother's standards of etiquette, because her mouth was full. Of me. And my convulsed pussy.
David grabbed his cock and his hand began to slide up and down the big shaft, bumping my lips when he jerked toward me. Even if it had been a hard enough bump to hurt me, I wouldn't have minded. My tongue flew around the swollen knob of his dong and I could taste the inevitable leaking as he drew nearer and nearer and nearer .. .
Marjie's tongue was a mile up my pussy when I squealed "Eeeeee!!" and David's cock gave up the struggle, squirting a ferocious blast of cum directly into my mouth. I had just time enough to register the exotic flavor of his semen before I was full of the stuff, so full I had no time to taste, no time to think. All I could do was close my lips, lest any of the heavy load dribble out and go to waste. I clenched on his cock and, if my teeth bothered him, he didn't show any sign of it. He just grabbed my head and tried to stick more of his cock up me, and the end of his pecker hammered like a bass drum as the cum spurted from it in huge choking gushes.
My cheeks were puffed out, making a storehouse for the semen I didn't have time to swallow right now, and the oily, viscous load slid down my throat one gulp at a time, coating my gullet, warming me all the way to my belly.
God, the way he shot off! I'd seen him blast his sister with a gigantic load perhaps an hour ago, but he was fully recharged and his batteries were in perfect order, and he just gave me that stuff, gave it to me hot and fast and thick and oh ... ohhhh... Jesus!! So delicious! So fucking delicious!
I remembered that once upon a time, seemingly in another incarnation, I'd dreamed that a man brandished a whip and growled at me to get on my knees and suck his cock. Who was that man I had dreamed about? I couldn't remember. But already today I had been raped, by a man and a woman, I had been bound and helpless, I'd even been whipped. And now I was tied, left hand sashed to right ankle, right hand to left ankle, and a man was fucking my mouth as if it were a pussy and woman was eating my cunt like a street beggar invited to a twelve-course banquet, and I was coming, coming as David came into me, coming like a bandit, throat jerking as I drank up his cum. It seemed that I'd been doing this all my life-and if I hadn't, I should have been!
Even when his cock jumped out of my mouth, it was ragingly erect, and cum was pumping out the slitted crease in his red knob. David took his cock in hand and he poured out the rest of his semen, painted my face with it. I felt his cum in my nose, on my eyelids, flowing across my cheeks. Some of it clustered and clotted in my hair. And still my mouth was full of his juicy semen, so full that I was still engaged in swallowing what he'd poured into me. I felt his flesh glide across my skin, felt the pulsation of his prick as it kept on squirting goo, and Marjie was still tonguing me, still petting me. I tried to imagine how it could have been better, but as my orgasm hammered away, rattling my belly with its force, I couldn't think of a single improvement. It was perfect, just as it was.