He fucked her slow, and very deep, with the pillow's help, and thoroughly enjoyed
her body. He kissed her over and over. He suckled her nipples. He kissed her neck,
and her shoulders. She felt so good. So young. So unbelievably fuckable. He
ran his hands down behind her, and cupped her ass cheeks. Squeezing them, he
fucked her some more. He was going to tell her how incredibly wonderful she felt, but he didn't get the chance. He was cumming, strongly, and with great volume. As he came, he buried his cock into her as far as he could, feeling her inner vaginal muscles squeeze and contract around him. As his sperm left him, he grunted loudly, and then kept himself very still, letting the sensation just wash over him. He felt her arms move from his back up to his neck, and her hands start to caress him there. It felt as if she was loving him. He buried his face into her neck, and whispered, "Darling, that was one of the best fucks I've ever had. And I'm sorry if I couldn't last long enough to make you cum, too." "But I did cum! A small one, but a nice one. Besides, Spike, after the way I came before, when we were, you know, in the 69, well, you'd have to call the paramedics if I came that strong again!" She giggled, and he laughed. Then he said, "Well, baby, it's time. You ready for the boys?" He felt her nod against his cheek. "I am, but if they're all anything like you, you will have to call 911!" The front doorbell sounded. He gave her a quick kiss on the lips, with his tongue popping in for just a second, and got out of bed to retrieve his robe . . . * * * * * * FROM THE BEDROOM, Laura could hear the men's voices. Were all eight now here? That was answered almost immediately by Spike. "Oh, good, I see you're all here, and on time for a change. Lana's in the bedroom, fellas, recovering from the good fucking I just gave her." He laughed. Men, thought Laura. Spike went on, "And, guys, here's the batting order, alphabetical, as you all agreed." Men, thought Laura. I'm to blow them alphabetically! What's next? I fuck them in order of height? She laughed quietly. Spike was saying something more . . . " . . . don't you be giving me any of your sneery looks, Henry, you know the majority rules. Besides, third ain't so bad. Or do you think you'll die before then?" Laura heard the laughter and guffaws of many men. She looked up at the ceiling, and thought: Is this really happening to me? Someone from the other room said, "Hey, why don't we have her do a circle suck with us, like we did with that Daisy babe. I know it would prime my old pump. Eh, guys?" Laura couldn't see those who nodded, but she did hear a few yeses and yeahs tossed out. And, although she had never heard of a circle suck, she had a good idea what it was. She heard a basic quiet coming from the other room, with only the sound of clothing being removed, and an occasional comment too low to make out. They were all getting naked. All of them. All eight, plus Spike. All getting naked, so she could suck and fuck them all. Oh, my god! She squirmed on the bed, and felt her pussy twitch. All of them! Including the big pricked Henry, who would be third. The excitement and fevered anticipation in her was getting to her now, making her hot all over, and she felt as much like a slut cunt whore as any woman could ever feel. She saw the first naked man, the lead man in a procession of naked men, come in. Followed quickly by the rest of them. The room was soon filled with naked men. They ranged in age from mid-thirties to mid-sixties, with one man looking as if he could even be in his mid-seventies. Her eyes scanned the wall of male flesh. Only three had nice bodies, with the rest of them ranging from flabby, to potbellied, to lord knows what? They were all now playing with themselves, with some stroking cock, and some rubbing balls. The smell of the male animal now filled the room; the smell of men eager, and about to have sex. To Laura, it was an intoxicating odor. It made her feel heady and giddily. She got playful . . . "Hi, guys, I'm Lana. I'll be your entertainment hostess for this evening." She pretended to be holding something in one hand, with her other poised over it as if to write. "Now, gentlemen, may I take your orders?" She giggled. The men laughed and chuckled. Her ice, one could say, had been broken. She was, in every respect, ready to service them. They oohed and aahed, with their eyes feasting upon her youthful body. She suddenly felt like an adored goddess. A goddess who could make grown men weak in the knees, and make them desire her with their passion and lust. And, from the looks of them now, make them instantly erect. It was a very heady feeling to her, as she lay there naked and exposed, and staring at nine hard and erect pricks. At a glance, no two looked alike to her. Some pointed up, some down, and some straight out. Some were fat, some skinny. Some thick, some thin. Some had larger than average cock heads, while two of them had heads that seemed to blend completely into the shaft. My, God, she thought, it's a smorgasbord of manly meat! And, momma, I've never felt hungrier! Oooh, I'm soooo bad! The men formed a circle in the middle of the room. Spike looked as if he was about to say something to her, but she put up a hand, hushing him. She got out of the bed, gently pushed her way between two men, went to the center of the circle, and knelt down. She was ready to perform the circle suck. And she was feeling very hot and playful at the same time. "Oooh," she said, glancing around her. "What beautiful cocks you fellas have. I hope they're all for little old me." She reached out with her right hand, and grabbed the cock that was directly in front of her. She put her mouth on it, felt its heat, and felt him tremble. Whoever he was. He had a nice cock. 6" long and extremely rigid. It felt fantastic to her mouth. Her lips. Her tongue. Its slightly upward tilt pressed against her upper lip, and reminded her of its extra hardness. It seemed natural to her to go to the left cock next, her left hand being free and all. So she reached out with her left hand, and found the next prick in line. She masturbated it gently, feeling its hardness beneath her fingers. It seemed slightly fatter than the one in her mouth, but not by much. She gave the cock in her mouth three more shaft sucks, and then moved left. She repeated this action, sucking and masturbating them, until she was at the beginning again. She put her mouth on the first man's cock again, and was ready to go around once more, but someone said, "That's okay, honey, that's enough. I'm first, and I'm eager to get off." She took her mouth off the prick, and looked up, toward the voice. It had come from man number two, the one with the slightly fatter cock than man number one. He was smiling down at her. She smiled back, and licked her lips. Someone passed a chair above the crowd, and someone placed it upright on the floor. The man to go first sat down in it. She crawled over to him, positioning herself between his knees. His cock, aimed as it was at the ceiling, now looked different to her somehow, with the head looking bigger than she had remembered. It looked gorged with blood. And fatter. It also had a large bubble of sperm covering the pee hole. She got playful again . . . "I see he's glad to see me! He's foaming at the mouth!" She reached out and licked at the sperm, erasing it. She liked the idea that all the men were now watching her. She made a great show out of swallowing the pre-cum. "Mmm, tastes delicious, I hope you have more on tap!" The man chuckled, as did many of the others. She heard Spike laugh from somewhere. She was a star. The man in the chair said, "Oh, yeah, darling, I got lots of it stored up. You just wait and see, little lady." He chuckled. Then she sucked him off, and held nothing back. She went up and down on him, both slowly and sensuously and quickly and ferociously. She deep throated him continually. She massaged his nuts, rolling them in small sensuous circles. She moaned as she performed, hearing him moan, too. She wanted to give this man, this middle-aged stranger with the paunchy belly, the best blowjob of his life. And, as she worked, she felt she was doing just that. And right in front of an audience of naked men. Then he yelled, "Ooooh, yeah!" And then he came, in a deluge. He didn't spurt, but his cum bubbled out of him very copiously, flooding her mouth, and making her have to swallow him twice. As she swallowed, the words slut, and cunt, and whore flashed through her brain. Slut cunt whore. Slut cunt whore. It made her feel crazy in her mind, and wild in her spirit, and filled with lustful abandonment. She turned to the men, and said, quite loudly, "Yes, yes, I'm a slut cunt whore, and I love cum! Who's next!" She looked fevered and demented. She was on fire now. She sucked the next man without a care in the world, and fingered her pussy throughout, making herself cum over and over. She was obsessed. And burning up. And the audience knew it. Third was old Henry, and even his big footlong, as big as her wrist, was no match for her. She swallowed him whole hog, as if it was nothing. She hadn't gagged even once. Henry, and the other men, was saying something, something praiseful, but she was deaf to them all. The big cock in her mouth riveted her total and undivided attention. She was a wild woman. A cocksucking crazy slut cunt whore. And she loved every minute of it. Her mouth felt impaled on the big stick, even more so on the deep throat parts. Then Henry unloaded. She swallowed his cum with such gusto; he almost fell out of the chair. Her mouth was a force unto itself. "Ooohweee, ooohfuckingwee!" Henry yelled as she swallowed him all down. He stood up and grabbed her head. "Clean it all off, honey, take it all down again." She obliged, with her saliva acting as water, and laved his cock from stem to stern. Moaning as she did so. He pulled out of her, tilted her chin up to him, and said, "Lana, that's the best my big old cock's been sucked ever. Mmm, mmm. Baby, I'm gonna want you to do this once a week for me. And I hope it don't up and kill me!" He guffawed, happy with himself. "And, honey, I can't wait until I fuck you! Oohfuckingwee!" He turned toward Spike. "Spike, if her pussy is even half as good as her mouth is, call the hospital. I'm gonna need a bed tonight!" He guffawed again. The men laughed, That Henry, what a sketch. She sucked the rest of them off without any letup in her fervor. Two of the men had pulled out early, splattering cum all over her face. She didn't care. She gathered their cum splatters up with her fingers, and then licked the fingers clean. One man, whose cock pointed straight up his belly, mouth fucked her and, in his excitement, had pulled out of her mouth by accident. She watched the head of the cock spew out his cum straight up in the air an inch or so, and then back down, and land on the head. It reminded her of a drinking fountain. She quickly put her mouth over the spewing head, and felt the cum now bubble up in her mouth, some of it escaping her lips, and dribbling onto her chin. As she swallowed him, she took note that his was the most pungent cum of all of them. Sharp, and acrid tasting. She wished he had more of it. Then, her sucking done with, it was now time to fuck. The first two men were no great shakes, but she did have a few mini-orgasms. Then along came Henry. As he mounted her on the bed, a hush fell over the room. She reached down between her legs, and felt the large cock head with her hand. It felt humongous to her. She guided it to her pussy, which she felt was certainly wet enough, but still feared the penetration. Then she felt the head enter, and push in a few inches. "Oh, God, Henry, that's big!" He grinned at her, then bent his head down and sucked her right nipple. He paused in his suckling, and said, "Here comes a little more, Lana, so just hold real still like while I feed it to you. OK?" He went back to work on the nipple. She nodded, and said yes at the same time. It was now moving inside her, into her more deeply. She felt stretched and filled up at the same time. It moved some more, going even farther into her recesses. His cock even seemed to get wider. Then more came in. Then even more. It seemed to have no end to its length. She thought a crazy thought: Foot, my ass, this is a yardstick! More of it entered her. And then, finally, he had bottomed out in her. Her cervix told her so. She felt stuffed with his prick, and it felt good. He held still, letting it soak in her. He looked at her. "See, baby, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" She said, her voice quite raspy, "N-No, Henry, I guess not. But it does feel different." He laughed. "Now, Lana, let's see if we can't get it to feel real good. I want you to wrap your lovely legs around my back, and push them up on me as far as they'll go. Got it?" She nodded, and obeyed. He now felt even longer to her. And in deeper, if that was even possible. He then started to fuck her. Slowly at first, and in a smooth rhythmic way. Then he increased the speed, pulling it halfway out and gently jamming it all the way home. He was now in a gentle, but purposeful cadence. She had trouble taking breaths. They were coming in small gasps. And she thought she might pass out. But she didn't. Henry proceeded to fuck her for all he was worth, with his old but muscular ass driving hers into the mattress. They bounced and fucked, and fucked and bounced. His big cock was hitting buttons in her she didn't know she owned. And driving her to one big orgasm after another, each one feeling more intense to her, more unbelievable. She was in fuck heaven. The position she was in had totally exposed her anus, and she could feel his big, hairy balls smack against the hole, as if kissing it. Over and over, the big balls kissed her ass hole, and sent strange shock waves through her body. She wanted to fuck back at him, to smash her pussy into his groin, but his fierce and steady cadence wouldn't let her. She settled for running her hands up and down his strong back, and squeezing him gently with her legs. And showering his face, neck, and shoulders with fevered wet kisses. "Oh, Henry, I love the way you fuck!" With his hands gripping her shoulders from behind, he held her in place, and returned her kisses, matching her fevered heat with his own. To the audience of naked men, the very hushed and staring naked men, the couple on the bed looked like the horniest people in the world on their first honeymoon night. And it was obvious to all the naked men that these two were not just fucking, they were making love. Unbridled love. "Oh, Henry! I'm cummming again!" Someone coughed, making her aware that there were still other men in the room, but she didn't care. She was getting the living shit fucked out of her, and too far gone to care who was watching. Having the Pope there wouldn't have bothered her. She was now aware that sound existed in the world, and wondered why she hadn't yelled out something. A fucking this good deserved that much. But she knew why she hadn't. She was having trouble enough just breathing. She heard herself now, gasping as if she was someone being deprived of oxygen. And she didn't care. "Oh, God, Henry! I-I-I'm cumming again!" Henry was now about to cum. She felt him stiffen up, and hold real still. Then she felt him, deep inside her, cumming his load. Then she was amazed. She actually felt the heat of his cum. A hot ball of heat, and very deep inside her. It was miraculously hotter than her body temperature. She hadn't felt this heat with Spike, or even Ken. Henry must have hit some nerves way up in her that reacted to heat. What else could it be? The thought of this, coupled with the heat, made her climax again. "Oh, Henry, Oh, you sweet loving man, you. Here I go again!" Henry was finished, but he wasn't quite finished. He pulled out of her, moved his hips up to her face, and told her to suck him clean. She complied, with her eyes looking dreamy like, and for the first time in her life, tasted pussy. It had an odd taste, but a pleasant one. Slightly pungent and sweet at the same time. There was a musky taste to it, too, but it seemed somehow more feminine than male sperm. She liked the taste. And the delicate feminine odor. She now knew why many men loved eating pussy. And many women, too. Shit, she thought, this could be habit forming! She fucked the rest of the boys, Spike included, but none measured up to old Henry. He was in a class all by himself. Oh, she had orgasms, for sure, but none as intense, or as mind-blowing, as the ones she received at the hands of Henry. He had literally fucked her breathless. For the rest of the evening, however, she hadn't felt the heat of male cum in her again . . . * * * * * * WIGGY greeted her at the door when she rolled in at 3 a.m. "Oh, Wiggy, you poor thing, you haven't eaten all evening. Before I do anything else, I'm gonna feed you, honey." She reached down and stroked his head, getting a few healthy meows for the effort. As she prepared his din-din, with Wiggy meowing and rubbing all over her legs, she said to him, "Wiggy, Wiggy, what a night I had! You wouldn't believe it. You only see me as the lady who lives in Mouseville with you." She giggled. Mouseville. "Well, Wig, old buddy, this house mouse took a trip to suckville, and then on to fuckville. With nine stops along the way!" She giggled again, and placed the dish before the cat. He wasted no time digging in. Laura knew she should go to bed, but she was just too wired, with too many images and sensations of the previous night's events flowing through her mind. I did it, she thought, I actually did it! Nine men! I sucked and fucked them all. And swallowed who knows how much cum? And that Henry! What a cock! What orgasms it gave me! Holy shit! No wonder some young women marry old men. On her way out of Spike's apartment, he had told her it could be a once a month happening, if she was of a mind to. And for sure, he had told her, the men would also want her on an individual basis. And only at the nicest hotels. With dinner and a show often thrown in. He also told her that he had another group of men, four men who lived upstate, a three hour drive, who would just love to have her perform for them. And they would pay her a lot extra to make the trip. Actually, $5,000 for the weekend, which was from Friday at 8 p.m. to Sunday at noon. She had asked, "What would they expect from me, Spike?" "Actually, less than you did tonight. We arrive Friday at 8, and then each guy takes a full individual hour with you, until midnight. Then you're free until 8 a.m. Saturday morning. Then, for the next sixteen hours, each guy gets four one-hour shots at you, if he wants it. Again, you're free from midnight to 8 a.m. the next day, Sunday. And Sunday is like Friday night. Each guy gets his hour. I get squeezed in during your off times, but only if you want to." He grinned at her. She grinned back at him. "Sounds doable. Any catches? Such as me cooking and cleaning my ass off?" "Nope. Except, during his hour, each guy will expect you to act just like a loving wife, complete with the I love you's and darling's. Play-acting, kind of." "I can do that. I've had some practice at it lately." She now opened her pocketbook, and took out the money. $560. They had tipped her! They had enjoyed her performance so much, that when Henry said to cough up an extra twenty each, for the little lady, not one man had protested. They couldn't seem to get their wallets out fast enough! If nothing else, she thought, there's money in being a slut cunt whore. She now thought about the future: I can keep the slut outfit going for a while, but I'll have to change into it somewhere else to avoid bumping into Ken, or anyone else for that matter. Peter's in Europe for six months, so he wouldn't mind if I used his place. Payment of a sort for taking in his mail, and watering his sorry ass rubber plant. It's down to six leaves. By the time Peter returns, he'll have a pool cue in that big pot . . . |