Chapter 6
ORGY DELUXE
That damned Billie was a real charge. He had me all excited the next morning, which was Tuesday. He stopped me in the hall to jerk his eyelids knowingly, and whisper quietly that he had me three of the best ramming rods in town all -lined up for that night.
"Of course you will see that not one of them can hold a candle to to my dong. Yea baby! I've got such a tool, you'll want me to get rid of the others the minute you see what I've got here for your hungry puss," Billie told me.
As he talked he leaned up close to me, half turning sideways to lean on his big push broom, so that he hid himself from them between class traffic in the hall near my locker. Moving his hand slowly he pressed his coveralls down tight over his dong. It was standing straight up, pressed in against his belly by his clothes. And IT REACHED ALL THE WAY TO HIS WAIST!
I couldn't help myself. At the same time, my mouth and my pussy both got moist with longing. I'd never seen such a pecker. Well, in dirty picture magazines sure. But never for real. And not in the flesh!
"I'll bring that down to size for you tonight," I told Billie. Then I turned and rushed away to my next class. My pussy twinged with instant longing as I walked into that dull classroom.
But was I wrong about Billie. Oh, I deflated that stiff prick all right. But not by sucking or fucking. Billie finally got his rocks off that night just before ten p.m., which was our deadline. But the only part I played in the melodrama was the show I put on for Billie with the other three customers he brought me.
Billie didn't screw me. That big fake! He didn't even touch me. All he did was stand up against a corner like a big overgrown moron and jerk off that luscious looking cock of his, while all dewy eyed and grinning, he watched the rest of us make the scene.
I had been leery of who Billie would get for me. But I needn't have been. I couldn't have handpicked the group more selectively myself.
Much to my amazement, one of the group was a blonde female in her early twenties, called Lilly. I had seen her once before at a school picnic. She was Billie's wife.
I worked hard at not showing my surprise. And my reluctance! What the hell is this, my eyes asked him. But I didn't speak out loud. I'd never touched a female. I hated females.
But Lilly was older than me. She had a haughty, sexy know-it-all air about her, that made me feel like a sexless no-tit virgin. I wasn't about to show my cherry by running off at the mouth like an inexperienced clod.
After all, this is my scene, not this broads, I told myself ... and Billie, by glaring disapproval at him. And it will remain my show. This twat wasn't about to cut in on my screwing. I had no intentions of sharing hard cocks, or hard cash, either one. "She pays too Billie," I said, not acknowledging Lilly be addressing her directly.
"A bargain is a bargain Tiger," Billie said. He appeared totally unperturbed at my statement. "Lilly, pay up now and show your good intentions," Billie directed her. As he talked, Billie handed me his own five dollar bill. Lilly reached in the pocket of her tight, faded levis, and handed me five ones.
Brushing my fingers an extra long time as our hands touched, she winked at me.
I ignored her, expertly I hoped, by turning to my other two customers. I looked them in the eyes ... but not coldly. No fuck should ever come from a machine. I promised them each, with a glance and a smile, they would not only get their moneys worth, but my heart would be in the job. 'So to speak'.
Grinning back at me, they got out their wallets and happily forked over. I really dug what Billie had put together for me. These dicks were twins. Identical twins.
They had short, stout bodies, blond wavy hair, and teasing blue eyes. They looked to me to be in their early twenties. As they handed me their fivers, they each said: "Hi Tiger, we're Brad and Brett. We like to stick together."
Let me tell you, those twins got their wish. We all stuck close together. That Tuesday night, and every Tuesday night for a long time to come. And did we have a ball. A BALL!
First of all, I will explain a few facts briefly. Billie and Lilly were a rather odd husband and wife team. Lilly liked girls only. She said she was married to Billie for security. And Billie's vows were more for proprieties sake, than for any other reason.
They did get along quite well. But I never saw one of them touch the other. Lilly eventually told us her lover was a bi-sexual married woman who just couldn't sneak out often enough to keep Lilly happy.
And Billie loved himself. Or, he loved his own cock, I should say. Can you beat that? Billie paid his five bucks to stroke his own cock. Now and then he would hold his enormous club up and wave it back and forth and say: "See what I've got?" Or he would chuckle happily and brag, "I've got the biggest pecker in the city ... maybe in all the world!"
But he always kept that beautiful temptation wrapped in his own big paw, secure from the rest of the world.
After that first Tuesday night I had to admit my uneasiness was completely unnecessary. Lilly didn't show the slightest interest in Brett or Brad. She was interested strictly in me.
Had she approached me alone, or before the guys had me all worked up to a frenzy, I would have belted her flat on her ass. But I was green. Lilly knew it, and she played it smart. She got to me but good. That I will admit.
Right away I motioned for Brad, Brett and Billie to undress. Which Billie didn't do. He just unzipped his pants and let his dong hang out his fly like a big fire hose that's all stiff with water pressure.
I took off my clothes too. Then I laid down on the nice clean cot Billie had made ready behind the furnace. Our special orgy corner was nice and warm. The bare overhead light shown down brightly and the weird atmosphere excited me. I was ready for blast off.
My life had been dull without Jim. And this group turned me on like a turbe jet engine. Yes! I was all hot to trot.
I hadn't invited Lilly to undress. She subtly sat down, fully clothed, on a wooden chair which Billie usually sat on during his rest periods. She casually lit a cigarette, and ignoring me, blew smoke rings.
Brad and Brett undressed with precision. Just as if they were Siamese twins. With synchronized movement, they approached me together. Each with a big hard-on pointing right at me.
Even their cocks were identical. My God, that turned me on so I started humping eagerly at just the thought of having these exactly alike tools both in me at once.
Oh, did I want those cocks! One of them (I couldn't tell them apart ... and WHO CARED) reached down, and taking my hand, pulled me up off my back. Cupping my already hard nippled , boobs in his hands he laid down, turned me around, guided me back onto the cot. Over his body, and down, down, to encase that stiff ramrod into my smoldering pussy.
Just as I felt his first hard impatient thrust in my cunt, the other B was already behind me, stuffing that twin cock of his, inch by inch, into my ass!
AND AWAY WE WENT. Luckily we were down in the back room of the basement in a very empty building, because I moaned and yelped and screamed for joy.
Once I really get in heat it's difficult to tell which I like best ... pussy end, or ass end. But both together! Wow! With those dongs touching through that thin wall of skin between the vagina and anus! It was just like having a huge double sized cock that could wiggle every which way.
Did I come. And come. AND COME! So did Brad and Brett. In fact, with the exception of Jim, I'd never seen anyone hold up like the two B's.
The two B's was the name I gave them. UM HUM. B was their name. And like me, fucking was their game.
At first I wasn't aware of when Brett and Brad gave out and Lilly started on me. I remember that I was lying very still with my eyes closed. I was flat out on the cot, in that state of half exhaustion, half dream world, where, though no one else is touching your body, you have so much wild excitement filling your entire being that you are actually still fucking and still coming. I had my right leg to one side, and my left leg down off the narrow cot, so that my bare feet were flat on the cement floor.
Though they had stuck to plain fucking so far, at the first thrill of an expert tongue rammed halfway into my still tingling cunt, I thought Brad and Brett, one or the other, was at me again. It was heaven!
It was perfect. This one was very knowledgeable and practiced at eating pussy. A real true cunt gourmet! I was off and running instantaneously. I humped and hunched and wiggled and moaned and cried and CAME. That tongue went in and out and all around with strong suction. It lightly teased my clit until I begged for more right while I was getting all I could possibly stand.
Then it quit playing around and tongued my clit as fast as the pointed tongue of a rattlesnake. It greedily sucked my juice like it was pure honey. That master tongue made me come again and again, and still it didn't stop.
Yes. That fabulous tongue knew secrets about me no one had ever known, the far recesses of my mind realized. It knew exactly what spot to tickle, what tiny little area to pressure. When to be gentle. When to be rough. I went mad!
OHHHHH! With a wild cry I lunged my eager ass to a raised elevation so I could receive that tongue deeper. I didn't ever want to lose it.
Which B was it, I wondered. I hadn't had time to think. After all, it didn't matter if my fantastic lover was Brad or Brett. I hoped it was first one, and then the other. I couldn't tell them apart at all and who cared.
I had to pull that face deeper into my raging hot pussy. By this time I was too carried away with passion to open my eyes. I got a hold of that lover's hair, and lowered that talented head deeper into my burning pit.
But the hair was smooth, and long, and silky. Not the heavy texture of the tight ringlets of the B's. Oh god! This was Lilly!
As I said, at the beginning of the session, I would have balked had she come head on at me ... cold turkey. But not now. Oh, I was startled. I had brief reservations. Very, very brief. I remember the thought, "but I hate women," raced swiftly across the top of my mind.
But closely following, in fact, entangled in that same thought, was the rest of the sentence. "I hate women ... but God this one can eat pussy better than anyone with a cock between his legs. I will simply continue to keep my eyes closed, I told myself. All the while, I was wiggling madly, still fucking that glorious tongue. I decided that as long as I didn't look, I would be positive as to whether a male, or a female tongue was punching me.
After all, men and women have tongues which are exactly alike don't they, I alibied somewhere in the back of my sex filled brain.
I thought I had died and was reigning in paradise. That glorious, tingling, throbbing, tickling eating out filled my entire being. Wow! Female tongues definitely knew where it was at. This gal knew secrets a man may be told, or learn fairly accurately by experimentation, but still never know himself.
I think it's like a male doctor describing to a woman what it's like to have a baby ... but he'll never actually know himself.
This female tongue knew it all. Did Lilly produce! And she asked nothing in return but the pleasure, and excitement and fulfillment she derived from fucking me with her mouth!
And Billie remained the little boy on the sideline, who, though he doesn't eat cake, nevertheless always stands patiently at his mother's heels while she is baking, waiting to lick the icing bowl.
Yep, Billie remained in the corner against the wall, holding that great cock in one hand. And a big red, white and black bandana handkerchief in the other, which he used to carefully wipe away his blasting ejaculations of white liquid.