Chapter 2
Mixed emotions ran through me as I laid there with my arms stretched out and my legs untied but wide apart. I was anxious to have a cock or two rammed up my pussy and yet I wanted desperately to see who was fucking me.
The first man came in. There was no foreplay; in fact, my cunt was so hot waiting for it that it didn't need any. My imagination had taken care of getting the juices flowing like an open dam. His cock was already good and hard, the results I found out later of Nancy and Francine in the other room using their mouths on him. I loved the way he moved in me but I held off having a cum because I wanted the feeling to last and when it came, I wanted it to be the strongest I ever felt.
He moved on top of me and pressed his cock against my lips. I took him, waiting for the first spurts of cum to shoot. I sucked like I was trying to get the last drop out of a bottle. He filled my mouth. I swallowed only when I had to but I held a lot of it there to savor the taste. It was great being made to accept any cock that came along. I began to love the ropes that held me. I was only sorry that my legs were not tied as wide as nature would permit.
I swallowed the last drops only after I felt the next man get on the bed. He also didn't waste any time. My cunt was ready for him. My hips moved with him and when I put my feet flat on the bed, I actually lifted him. I couldn't get my hips up high enough or his cock deep enough. It was larger than that. He would not penetrate me as far as his cock would allow. I wanted to scream at him to fuck me but he gave me only a part of what he had. He was teasing me with it, but I wasn't in the mood to be teased. I cried in frustration. He must have been laughing at me.
He began to use the full length. I was almost there, not able to hold back any longer, I lunged upward, catching him by surprise. My orgasm was one of the more memorable ones. It was the type I would have liked to keep in a scrap book. I was fortunate that he recognized it because he pushed in to let me hold him with my cunt muscles. I worked my hips on him, alternately holding and releasing his dear hunk of meat. I had the strongest desire to suck him off. It was my way of telling him how grateful I was for his consideration.
He had not reached his orgasm so he stayed in there, using the same tactics as before and as before, he had me ready for another cum. I didn't try to resist it when another cum swept through me. I loved it as much as the ones before.
"Do you want me to suck you?" I whispered to him. But he didn't answer, he didn't even change his style of fucking. I wanted to talk to him even more, to tell him how great a cunt fucker he was, but I was afraid to show any more emotion than I had already because I didn't really know who was doing it to me. What if he saw me on the street? What would he think of me?
I had still another cum, though a bit weaker, it was wonderful. Then I felt him climb over me. I opened my mouth and lifted my head, ready to take him, ready to take a cock belonging to a man I had never seen.
He pushed his cock so far down my throat it cut off my breath. Between the two of us, we found the most I could take that was pleasing to him. The cum gushed out like nothing I had ever had before. I couldn't swallow it fast enough. It ran out of my mouth and down my chin to the pillow. I was covered with it. I loved it. I wanted to take a bath in it. After the last few drops, I sucked on it, hoping for more. He let me keep it in my mouth until it lost some of its hardness.
He left as he came, unseen. I wondered if I could have ever reached such an intense orgasm without the aid of a rope holding me down. Ropes were such friends to women who had any inhibitions about being fucked or doing the other things that make sex such a glorious pastime. I opened my legs as wide as I could, pretending they were well bound. The odor of cum wafted up off of the pillow. I turned my head to get the full scent, to let my olfactory take me into a dream world of cock, of cunts, of cums. The three C's of sex!
I dozed waiting for the next but he was the last. The following morning, Betty awakened me. The cum had dried on my face. The slight tug brought back the memories. I felt more like a woman at that moment than ever before.