Chapter 8
Randy rolled over on the satin sheets that daddy had bought her for the luxurious king-sized bed and smiled while rubbing her tits.
It was eight o'clock in the morning of a radiant Sunday and she felt in tip-top shape, the best shape in her life.
She reached over and turned about and felt the soft fluff of the downy pillow as it mashed her tender, fluffy bulbs.
Aaaaaaaa ... What a feeling! To be well-fucked with rabid cocks like those two had to offer was the only life worth living.
She grabbed the phone with her green claws and dialed the number of her best friend, Beth. She had to tell her what happened.
The phone rang a good ten times. She was probably out cold.
"Mmmmmphmmf..who..who is it?"
"Beth, it's me Randy."
"Hi doll. What gives?"
Randy heard her yawn and then the grunting questionings of the man in bed with her.
"Got company I hear."
"You didn't call me to tell me my habits, did you."
"No, of course not. Remember the escort the other night?"
She could feel Beth practically roll out of bed and hear the plop of her heavy, bobbing silicone tits.
It wasn't long before she had dropped the dude. She was fascinated by the call of men her new form had attracted.
"How did it go? Tell me all about it."
Randy ran through the first part. The part when Vanessa had swallowed Patrice's huge load of come that drenched her luscious mouth.
She told her about what happened after that. When the two dudes had dorked them around the living room by holding them.
She had a death grip on the black cock with her loins. Patrice held her off her high-heeled feet and dorked her in mid-air. She clutched him close with her lovely legs.
He had a fierce grip on her luscious ass with his big, powerful black hands and laid into her with his stalk.
Johnny was pulverizing Vanessa in the same fashion. The two studs dorked them clear up the stairs and into the bedroom.
Where they carried on in front of the mirror and their eyes could drink in the fabulous sight of their fucking.
They could see the cocks delve into them and feel the bone-hardness bury itself deep in their sucking wombs.
They brought the two women back to back and laid into them with the full weight of their strokes-boom, BOOM!
. Vanessa reached her writhing mouth around and with that fabulous tongue looked for Randy's face so they could kiss and fuck.
They kissed and watched one another through the mirror and the fine contrast of the dark and white fucking bodies.
Combined with the whorish paint that covered the women's hands and faces, they made a fabulous display in front of the mirror.
Randy could see that black tool spread her red cunt lips and lose itself in the creamy white flesh of her thighs.
Also, Johnny was reaming Vanessa good and proper while using those gorgeous ass globes for a human handle.
His bloated pecker wormed its way inside her tender body and the vamp went crazy on the tool like it was her first fuck.
It could only be one of a thousand for that bloodthirsty harlot. Both could see the huge sacs hanging from them.
Their cocks buried them to the hilt and they held on to the muscular frames for dear life and squealed like stuck pigs.
The sight of them in their high-heels made both the men and women more livid and they bounced and fucked around the room.
Vanessa was begging Johnny to split her in two. That's when the craziest thing of all happened and she edged closer to the phone. "Tell me, Randy, what did he do?"
"He took a running leap...."
"Yes, go on."
"And landed on the bed with her."
"Oh God.. "
"And her head snapped back.. "
"Yes, yes, go on."
"And only the whites of her eyes were showing."
"OH God, more. MORE!"
"And he whammed into her like an animal...."
"Oh, oh.. "
"And she begged him to fuck her ass."
"Don't tell me she let him do it?" Randy held her trump card for last."
"You're damn right. He did it to me the day before!"
"Oh God. I think I'm spasming." The man in her bed, Randy could tell from his remarks, was fiercely interested.
"Beg off, Frank, I'll be with you in a minute."
"What's with him?"
"He's getting worked up and pawing my tits."
"Do you want to hear the rest."
"Please. PLEASE!"
"They're coming over today for another go 'round. Want to be here?"
"Don't kid with me, love. You're serious."
"Sure am. Can you be here at twelve."
"On the button."
"Bring the dude next to you. Okay."
"You bet."
This was a day that was sure to get even the promiscuous Beth Mazelle panting in heat.
That is, once she got a good look at Johnny.
Randy herself was still queasy from yesterday's activities. She felt like she had been in a sexual training session.
Yes, that was it. It was like being schooled in the art of sex by three masters who had written the book on the subject.
They were all young, horny and eager. What better combination could better serve to fuel their creative love-making.
Her thoughts drifted to how that black buck had played her body like it was an instrument or something with his massive prick.
She had wrapped her legs around him with such a fierce hold that he had trouble finding enough slack to ream her properly.
But to feel his huge whang buried up her womb was enough of a delight. She looked down at her ravaged pelvis area.
The soft blonde hair of her snatch was fresh and fluffy. She felt inside her gash. It was sore and still soppy.
She eased herself out of bed and made her way to the bathroom to draw a hot bath that would help to take the sting out of her wounds.
She was slightly bruised around the shoulders and waist from whfro the powerful Patrice had gripped her.
Though the bruised areas were sore they were nonetheless a pleasant reminder of the previous days insane fucking.
She eased into the warm water and let out a sigh of delight as she felt the soothing wetness lap at her cunt and heal it. She expected Johnny, the black stud, Vanessa, her best friend Beth, and of course her mate or whomever she decided to bring.
The would make six people. She was still in a fury of lust and intending to have her best day yet. Sunday her soul would shine.
Her three paid lovers would have to be sharp because she was dishing out dough and they were forced to put out.
Beth and her man would drift into the orgy, she was sure, with a cool ease. Her friend was no blushing maid when it came to sex .When they came, the three women would surely freak out.
The thought of the three couples fucking was getting Randy excited. The images flashed in her head and her nice nipples rose up.
She controlled herself to keep her strength for the days activities. She relaxed her muscles and her arms floated.
She was dreaming of the future. Her spent body was a charged nerve tingling with anticipation. How could she seduce them today?
Her green nails would have to go. Perhaps, purple or red. She groped in her mind for the perfect color combination.
To keep in step with her lovers required a different approach every day. They were professionals and demanded different roles. Under such conditions her whole body was a pleasure tool. The key was in dressing properly and with the right touch.
She dried herself and walked into the bedroom and pulled out the bottom dresser drawer. She found the garment she was looking for.
It was a pair of black garters. Along with her silvers heels it would make a delightful combination. Then an idea came to her.
Why not keep her fingernails green and her toes red. Then apply green rouge to her cheeks and color her lips a flaming red.
She would switch the color combination to a new orchestration. Each part of her outfit would be a running theme.
Some of it would represent the events of the last two days. The garters would be the new addition and a symbol of further wanton behavior. In truth, the men had come to expect her complete co-operation in any of their endeavors. She was a willing partner.
In everything. They made her wild for their hard cocks and she lost her identity. She was a sex part of incredible power.
Her pleasure was in being the slave of those mighty snakes. They were unbelievable manifestations of her primitive lusts.
They brought out the beast in her. And the fact that they were aware of their power made the attraction even more powerful.
It was as if they knew they were gods and acted accordingly. It was their talent and they played it to the hilt.
They were modern satyrs. They were born to fuck and make women their slaves. The women willingly submitted. It was destiny. She dressed herself in the outrageous garb she had imagined and slinked downstairs to the living room to await their arrival.
The bell rang and like a well-trained reflex her clit tingled. That sound meant that the show was about to begin. Her passion mounted.
She made it to the door with heavy breaths and paused a second to enjoy a quick spasm of delight. She tore the door open.
Johnny wore a tight pair of cut-down jeans that gripped his muscular thighs and molded around the huge bulge of his incredible penis. He was wearing an open vest that showed off his magnificent chest. His muscles rippled under the garment.
She took her eyes off of him only to dare a glance at the barbaric Patrice. He wore a tight pair of jeans and Western boots.
A leather vest flapped open and slapped against his bronze flesh. Randy knew then that the sight of Vanessa would be mind blowing.
The whore teetered on high white heels and an Afro-style haircut framed her startling face, her black eyes twinkling like a cat's.
She wore a purple gown made of satin that whispered in the cool breeze and barely covered her brazen body.
With her hips thrust out, the diagonal slash running from bust to knee practically bared one breast and the nipple was hard.
Randy dropped her hand from the door knob and in a trance-like state allowed the three of them to brush past her.
Vanessa closed the door. Randy was riveted in place. The sight of the three of them, knowing what they meant, paralyzed her.
Now the fucking could begin. Nobody as yet had said a word. It wasn't necessary because they each read one another's minds perfectly.
She was paying them to fuck her. It was strictly business and they knew how she liked it. One more duty to perform.
That attitude made her feel more like a thing than even the way they fucked her. Her body glowed in flames of anxiety for the three of them.
Vanessa was all smiles and approached her. Her fabulous teeth were rimmed in the glossy glow of her white lipstick.
Her eyelids were done in the same white gloss. It contrasted voluptuously with her dark complexion and made her mouth look bigger.
She put her arms around Randy's neck and rubbed her nose against hers while pouting her lips and brushing her exposed nipple against Randy's tit.
Randy strained her mouth open so that Vanessa's mouth and tongue had clear play down her throat when she kissed her.
Vanessa took her face away from her and wriggled her body up and down Randy while keeping her arms on her neck.
Then she attacked Randy's mouth with her big trap and swept her juicy tongue in and out of the gap while her body writhed.
Randy was incensed with Vanessa's brazen maneuver. She ripped off her dress in one fell swoop and groped for her tits.
Her palms played with the dark tips and her green claws scratched and mauled the meaty flesh and dug in.
That tongue was all the way down her throat and choking her. She pulled Vanessa to her and forced their faces together.
As yet, the men hadn't taken off their clothes. They were sitting on the couch content to watch the woman make love.
Vanessa kept leading Randy backwards to the lounge chair. She tumbled her on it and writhed down to Randy's cunt.
Licking her belly and creamy thighs, she teethed the garters and snapped them against the flesh. Randy opened wide.
She threw her legs out and strained them up into the air. She raised her ass up and split her cunt with her hands.
The men watched her writhing motions which were designed to entice them. Her gaping cunt pointed towards them.
Then Vanessa snapped her mouth on the gash and it was hidden from view. Randy squealed a high-pitched shriek.
She knew it was coming but that fabulous mouth had always had a way of fooling her. It swallowed her cunt lips.
Then she bobbed her head and lapped the entire length of the beautiful blonde's cunt pausing to flick at the clit.
Her mouth encircled it and sucked in the nub and then quickly drew it out again. Playing with it like that made Randy livid.
She was shaking her ass and slapping her gash into Vanessa's pretty face. The woman licked her slice with relish.
Vanessa turned her over and directed her ass up. Randy stretched open the crack of her ass baring both holes.
Her cunt budded open from the sucking and now the vamp worked on her ass-hole. That tongue played with the rim.
Then Vanessa took to it like a bear takes to honey and lapped the budding rim and darted her tongue up it.
She took a good grip on Randy's two ass flanks. Four hands strained the hole open. Vanessa's tongue kept darting in and out.
Randy wanted to say something but she couldn't. Her lips formed the words but nothing came out but hot gasps.
She was being cleaned out by the lascivious vamp that ate her hole with such passion you'd think she was being paid a million dollars for it.
It was worth fifty bucks a minute, much less fifty an hour. Vanessa's tongue was buried in her ass and two fingers up her cunt.
The men could see Vanessa's mouth rim the stretched-out hole that was stuffed with her luscious tongue:
The blood began to stir up in the men and their cocks lurched from the vivacious vamp's fevered sucking of Randy's ass-hole.
She was moaning from the pleasure which made Vanessa increase her efforts and dig her tongue even deeper into Randy's hole.
Randy strummed her own clit while the two fingers ran in and out of her gash. Her parts were tingling. She was ready to blow.
First her voice rose up and then it stopped short. Her orgasm stuck in her throat and issued in short trumpet blasts.
"Eiiiiiii, eih, eih, eih,eih, ah, oh.. "
Johnny had never heard such a lustful snort of pleasure and he had heard them all. Vanessa's tongue drove her wild.
Her flanks convulsed while her cunt lips twitched and formed around the two pumping fingers ferociously digging in.
Her ass-hole was hidden from view and Venessa's cheeks were drawn in as she sucked the beautiful blonde's ass clean out.
Patrice was definitely showing signs of getting a bone-on. He moved in his seat to take some pressure off his swelling cock.
Vanessa whisked her mouth off Randy's wet ass-hole and plunged two fingers deep and suddenly down the brown shaft.
When Randy felt the two claws play and tear inside her ass she drooled and groaned a crazy howl of pain and delight.
Vanessa was incensing the men by ripping into that hole with such force. The sight of the tender area being treated like clay made them livid.
Randy was being strummed like a plaything to the delight of all present and the air took on a lusty atmosphere.
The windows were fogging again. The room was filled with Randy's grunts of joy and Vanessa's soothing utterings.
"That's it, Randy, pump into me. Wiggle it."
Randy's moan were hoarse and raspy. Her voice was scratchy from her high-pitched shrieks and had lost its edge.
Her flanks were spasming beyond her control from the swift penetration that had caught her off guard. . She was pierced.
Her gaping gash twitched in excitement from the rear entry. When her spasm stopped Vanessa plunged deep, in and out.
To the men it seemed like a fluffy piece of dough was being kneaded and poked. But it was Vanessa's claws digging into a raw ass.
Randy regained enough control of her spasming rectum to pump back into Vanessa's probing fingers and ride them.
The vision of of her obscene lust, wanting her hole clawed out like that, was a powerful jolt of energy that raised Johnny Longo's cock.
It came to life quickly like that when exposed to wanton states of passion, the kind the two women were exhibiting now.
Three fingers tore into the vulnerable hole and Johnny took out his prodigious cock. It was rising from the mere sight.
Without laying a finger on it, the snake rose up from the brazen display of the lust-driven women playing with themselves.
Patrice took Johnny's cue and removed his own surging rod that gleamed in ebony glow, like a fine tusk.
Randy turned her head and saw Vanessa's fevered face as she mauled her tender insides with three brutal fingers.
She caught sight of the rising snakes that were jumping from the pants of the two studs and her eyes squinted like a cat.
She was controlling them at a distance through her wild show of passion. She enticed them more by straining her ass up.
Vanessa kept tearing into her ass with three straffing red-tipped claws, and Randy brought her green-painted nails and rubbed them on her hot, red snatch.
She looked Johnny dead in the eye while she did it-as if to say, 'this is meant for you'-and pursed her lips.
He stood up and took of his pants and Randy lowered her head while keeping her eyes glued on him and gushed with excitement.
Vanessa tore in with reckless abandon. The sight of the two stanchions, and one of them approaching, fueled her lust.
Johnny brought his still-rising tool over to the split-open ass-hole. Vanessa removed her fingers to guide it in.
Randy felt the bloating mushroom tip massage her open hole. Vanessa mouthed the head and her ass-hole rim to grease the chute.
She spit heavy gobs of saliva on the two main organs and prepared Randy's ass for the fearful entry about to sting her.
Vanessa jerked the meaty staff of John's prick to keep the blood surging through it and get him hard as a rock.
When it was like that it was nearly a foot long. Always the object was to get John as hard as possible so one could enjoy it.
For he could fuck the shit out of a woman with half a cock as well. But women went wild on his prick so that was rarely the case.
They yearned to see exactly how big it was. It appeared that if a woman could be creative enough it would never cease to rise.
Johnny wondered often to himself whether anyone had ever gotten his cock as hard as it was possible for it to be.
The two sluts were really giving a good go at the record now. He had never risen to such a length so quickly.
With reckless abandon powered by all his weight that had made him the best tackle in the game he plunged his dick in.
Her hoarse cry of pain and delight lustfully filled the air and he kept shoving the monster in and piercing her.
He stopped about three quarters in only because her spasming insides rippled like waves on his truncheon and almost caused him to blow. !
That was the last thing he wanted to do. He had to keep control of his passion to enjoy the full flavor of this fuck.
The spasms stopped in her canal but her jiggling globes were still twitching of their own accord from the forceful entry.
Vanessa grabbed his ass and the both of them harpooned the willing, writhing whore to the balls with his massive cock.
She was frozen on the spot. Her ass was paralyzed in position and she felt if Johnny started to ream her in and out she'd flipped her lid.
It was unbelievable how much his cock filled her. It seemed to stretch so far inside her that she could taste it.
Much how like a drug hits one. It was like being injected with cock and being turned on to its fabulous power.
Neither one of them could move. They were bound in a magnetic attraction as their sensitive parts made electric love.
Johnny was a beast. Her clay flesh was at his command. He couldn't resist pile driving into her tender loins.
His snake filled her up the ass. Her hoarse cries became insane pleas for mercy but Johnny pumped harder when he heard that.
He impaled her from tip to stem. He made sure that all of his rock-hard cockhead came all the way out of her torn hole.
Before he plunged back in with a wicked thrust that brought every bit of air rushing out of her battered body.
Now she was pleading for him to do it harder.
"Johnny, harder, please. Harder, HARDer!'
He couldn't smash her any harder than he was. Every time his foot-long cock plunged in it banged with such ferocity he thought he surely split her.
But the bitch kept moving back into him. She wanted more of his cock. She couldn't help herself and gave way to the beast.
She sucked that hard pole into her ass by contracting her torn walls around it and gripping it into her.
There was a certain bone crunching she could feel whenever that monstrous pecker banged home to the hilt right up to his balls.
She swore she was being broken in two, like a wishbone. She was dizzy, out of her skull with cock, and imagined that Johnny wanted to do just that.
Split her in two while making a wish. Her insides were becoming a soppy mush. His snake had mashed her sensitive parts.
The burning glow in her ass began its inexorable move along the crack of her ass-hole and then settled on her swollen clit.
A thunderous orgasm worked itself up within her. Bells were ringing in her head and she knew she had found her man.
Wherever she was she would be married to Johnny Longo. like many others, he had driven her to an untold height of passion few ever have the fortune to experience.
Those were real bells that were going off. When that cock pulled out of her it felt like her soft insides were coming out with it.
Those bells kept ringing. Her cunt was an aura of pleasure. His lance had plugged her bowels sending her underparts on fire. And those bells kept ringing and ring....