!ADULTS ONLY! Tag Bonewell: House Dick!

"Rug? Oh yeah, short for Rugby. Ha ha! That makes him Rug Burns!" Tag laughed and took a sip. Tracy laughed along with him. Tag now wanted to push her into some dirty talk. He liked dirty talk.

"Tell me, Tracy, was little Ruggy as hung as Lucy said he was?"

"Hung? Like a horse! Twelve inches long and as big around as my wist, er, wrist. And as hard as hard can get." The gin was taking effect on her. "And his daddy was no slouch in the cock club, either. Ten inshes, damn it, inches long and fat all the way through. Like a fucking salami!" She giggled. Her tongue was loosened up.

"I take it then, you loved fucking the two of them?"

"Oh, yesh, Tag, but not only fucking them, I loved shucking, er, sucking them off, too!" She then, to Tag's bafflement, imitated a parrot!

"She loves to fuck! She loves to suck!"

She giggled, and walked over to Tag. She kissed him passionately, ending the kiss a tad too soon for his liking, and then dropped to her knees in front of him. She fumbled with the button and zipper on his trousers, and said once more, in a very decent parrot imitation, "She loves to fuck! She loves to suck!" Tag had no idea what she was on about, but, if truth were told, he didn't care at the moment.

She hooked both thumbs into his trousers and shorts simultaneously, and, with one quick yank, pulled them down to his ankles. He stepped out of his them and unbuttoned and removed his shirt. He was now totally nude in front of the fully clothed Tracy. He made no move to do anything. This was her show as far as he was concerned.

His 8" cock, which was now fully erect, wobbled in the air right before her face. "Ooh, Taggy, what a big boy you are!" She reached out and squeezed his nut sack. "And what big, hairy friends you have!" She leaned in and kissed the tip of his cock head with her luscious, sweet-tasting lips. Tag felt a jolt of electricity go through his groin area, then all the way to his head.

She looked up at him. "Tag, darling, I want to suck you off and have you cum in my mouth. Then, later, you can fuck me all night . . . if you like. OK?"

"Okay, hon, but I want you
naked when you suck me, OK?"
In mere seconds, or so it
seemed, she was out of her
slinky gown, and standing nude
before him. He took all of her in.
Her beautifully sculpted breasts,
her exquisitely narrow waist, her
flaring hips. Hoarsely, he said,
"Turn around. I want to see your
ass." She turned, her back now to him.

"Mmm, lovely, baby, just lovely." He knelt down, parted her ass cheeks, and pushed his face into the crack. He gave her anus exactly three tongue swipes and stood up, making a mental note to explore that part of her more fully, later on. He turned her around and led her over to the sofa.

He sat, and signaled for her to kneel between his knees. "Now, Tracy, show me what that lovely mouth of yours can do to my prick. Don't hold anything back. I want you to let passion have its head. All right?"

She reached for the base of his cock, pushed it up toward his stomach, and examined it. "Oh, Tag, Lucy said you had a magnificent cock that she just loved to suck and fuck. Boy, was she ever right! I'm gonna love doing this!"

She started stroking his cock while, at the same time; she planted wet kisses on the pee hole and the surrounding area. She did this a number of times, her kisses seeming to get hotter and hotter.

She took his cock head into her hot mouth, and proceeded to work on it. More jolts of electricity shot through him. She went up and down on the cock's head, slowly and sensuously a few times, and then took the deep throat plunge. He heard her moan softly as her lips made contact with his pubic hairs.

"Mmmm!" she mumbled, her mouth around his cock. "Mmmm!" She then alternated between deep throating him, and cock head working. Her saliva flowed out freely all around the cock's shaft, cascading down and puddling up in his pubic hairs.

"Oh, baby," Tag said. "I love the way you suck my cock! Your lips are unbelievable, and your mouth is like a furnace." He raised his hips up a smidgeon, pushing his cock into her. As she came up, he pushed up. As she went down, he relaxed. In no time, they had a great cock and mouth rhythm going. Tag's balls and groin covered in saliva.

He reached out and played with her lovely right breast. She moaned the moment he tweaked the nipple. "Oooh!" She had to open her mouth a tad to say it. She then went about her cock sucking magic with a passion he had never seen before, even from Lucy.

She sucked on him. She deep throated him. She moaned. She squirmed her ass around. She wiggled her breasts. She drowned his balls in saliva. She went wild sucking him. Her mouth was flying all around, her tongue going nuts, flashing and exploring every inch of him. He was feeling his end coming up, that point where it's useless to fight it.

"Oh, Trace," he moaned. "I'm gonna cum, honey. Scoot up to the head. I want it all in your mouth." She followed his instruction, tonguing the underside of his cock head, and driving him wild with fever. Then he came, a copious load of sperm that seemed to gush out of him. "Oooooh, yeah, baby, take it all!" And she did, most greedily.

When she had drained him completely, they looked at each other. She was silent. He said, "Cock got your tongue?"

She moved toward him and placed her mouth on his. He opened his mouth for her tongue, and she surprised him. She spit all his cum directly into his mouth, her lips staying put, her mouth still open. Waiting.

He followed suit by spitting it back into her. She then did the same again. They passed his cum back and forth until it seemed it had been all used up and had vanished. They both had, it seemed, an equal share.

Tag said, "Snowcapping. Where did you learn that little trick? In school? Or did Lucy tell you I liked that?"

She winked at him. "Well, Lucy told me it turned you on, but I knew about it already. Mr. Burns liked that, too. He taught me."

"Ha ha! Mr. Burns! Guy wasn't all bad, was he?" She laughed. He went on. "You know, Tracy, now that Burns' fangs have been pulled, I'll bet he would still love to fuck you. And, as weird as I am, I'd love to watch him fuck you with that big cock of his. And Ruggy, too. Would you be up for that? Would it turn you on?"

"Funny, I should hate him, but now that he's no longer controlling me, I don't. And, if you were present, I would fuck him again. And that big-cocked son of his, too!" She giggled, girlishly. "You'd like to see me do them both, wouldn't you? And ride the horsey!"

Tag nodded. "Well, who knows? Maybe we can have a fifthsome, with Lucy as the fifth. She just loves big cock, as she might have already told you."

"She did!"

"That's Lucy. God broke the mold after he made her."

"Tag, know what I'd like to do?" She waited.

"No, what?"

"You still have the film of me with the eight men, actually nine, if you count Burns, don't you?" He nodded. It was in his locked desk drawer.

"Well, I'd love for us to watch it together. I'd also like to have it playing, in the background, while we fuck. If that's not a turn-off for you."

"No, just the opposite. I enjoyed watching you with those guys, even though I knew the hell Burns was putting you through. I'm perverted that way, I guess. But, how about I mix us another drink before the show gets underway. I could use one."

"OK." Tag got up and started to leave the room. "Tag, where are you going? The bar is the other way."

"Gotta use the little boy's room. Be right back."

As he stood in front of the toilet, the seat propped up; he felt a pair of hands on his arms. "Tag, there's something about me you don't know yet. Here, let me show you."

She dropped to her knees, took his flaccid cock into her hand, and said, simply, "Piss away!" She placed her hot mouth on his cock head, and knelt there, waiting.

Tag, temporarily taken aback, said, "Burns again?" She nodded, her mouth still on his soft prick. He was now torn between getting another hardon or pissing.

He looked down at her. It seemed almost sacrilegious to use such a beautiful face as a urinal. But, if this is what she wanted, who was he to deny her?

He reached over and turned on the water in the sink, creating an instant inspiration to pee. As the tap water flowed, he felt his own water signaling its desire to be let loose. He turned off the tap. It had served its purpose.

He pinched the base of his cock off, so the first blast wouldn't be a deluge. He let a small spurt out and heard her swallow. He let loose another small burst. Again, she swallowed.

He would have fed her the whole flood this way, a spurt at a time, but it was getting too painful. So, he let the base go, and with it, a flood. And, to his amazement, she swallowed every drop, gurgling here and there, but not spilling even one molecule of his piss. His golden rum.

When he was finished, she stood up, and said, "Still wanna kiss me now, big boy?" She laughed. But she didn't know Tag. He placed his mouth over hers and pushed his tongue in, clashing with hers. And kissed her as if he hadn't just pissed in her mouth. He heard her moan. The kiss ended, and she looked at him, a gleam in her eyes.

"Tag Bonewell, if all men were like you, divorce might be a thing of the past." She smiled at him.

"Yeah, I am pretty kinky in my own way, ain't I?" They kissed again.

Tracy said, "Remember, Tag, when I imitated a parrot before?"

"Yeah, that was kinda weird, now you mention it. And I thought so when I heard you do that on the film."

"Well, it's part of one of my fantasies. I've never shared it with anyone. Well, except Lucy. Would you like to hear it later?"

"Absolutely, but right now, kiddo, we got drinks and a hot fuck film in store. And I want to show you what I can do with, and to, a woman's pussy and her sweet little ass hole!"

"Oooh, you just made my pussy twitter . . . "

* * * * * *

TAG looked at the naked vision on his bed. The vision that was Tracy Winsome. She was lying on her back, her legs spread wantonly, with her pussy fully on display. He liked it that her pussy was unshaven, the soft, downy blond hairs running wild in all directions. When he ate a woman's pussy, he liked to feel her pubic hairs against his nose, and on his lips.

He reached for a pillow and signaled Tracy to lift her ass off the bed. He placed the pillow under her buttocks, raising her a few inches off the bed. A pillow under a woman's ass was, to his way of thinking, a good way to fuck her, as well as eat her out.

Tag went over and hit the Play button on the VCR. The nine men and the schoolgirl movie came on. He adjusted the sound to make it audible, but without overwhelming any conversation, or concentration, either of them might desire. He stood there watching for a bit.

There was Tracy, in her schoolgirl pigtails, being used by four men at once. She was sitting on one guy, a mid-fifties sort, with his thick cock firmly in her pussy. Another guy, in his forties, was in her ass hole. Two other men, also in their fifties, were feeding their cocks to her mouth, in turn. Tag watched as her head moved from one erection to the other, sucking with the same passion and abandonment he himself had experienced earlier.

The entire scene was a lewd as it gets. As Tracy bounced up and down on the man in her pussy, the guy in her ass thrust in and out of her. It was obvious his thrusts were putting his entire cock into her rectum. Everyone, including Tracy, seemed to be moaning and groaning. And sweating.

Adding to the lewdness was the fact that five other men were standing all around the bed, watching and playing with their cocks and balls. One of the guys using her mouth moaned, and it was evident he was cumming. It was also evident that Tracy swallowed the entire load.

The guy in her ass let out a yell, drove his prick all the way home, and shot his load deep into her. This was soon followed by s second guy, who had been in her mouth, cumming. Again, she swallowed his entire load. Two more men took their places at her face, and two more cocks were then sucked on by her. Someone took the ass fucker's place. So far, the guy on the bottom hadn't cum.

Then Tag heard Tracy yell that she was cumming. This inspired one of the men using her mouth to also cum. And the other guy at her head soon followed. In less than ten minutes, Tracy had swallowed four, full cum loads. From four different men. Tag felt his dick get even harder, the head feeling strained.

The guy in her pussy finally yelled and came. Tracy yelled again. Then the guy in her ass came, and pulled out. Tracy yelled once more. She was orgasming fiercely.

The last two men, Burns and another guy, climbed onto the bed. The previous guy, the one who had been fucking her pussy, got out from under her to make more room for the new arrivals. Tracy was now in bed with Burns and the ninth guy, with seven men observing it all.

Burns told her to suck off the other guy while he doggy style fucked her pussy. The other guy's prick reminded Tag of his own. It looked to be about 8" long, quite thick, and meaty looking, with a very pronounced head. Burns, Tag could easily see, definitely had a good 10" and he was now feeding it slowly into Tracy's cunt. When it looked as if he had bottomed out, Tracy let out a long, loud moan, which was muffled somewhat by the fat cock in her mouth.

Burns grabbed her by the hips and proceeded to rag doll fuck her. He was a wild man, pumping in and out piston-like, seeming to have the energy of a god. Every forward push of his forced Tracy onto the cock in her mouth. She was finally pushed to where her mouth was all the way down the man's shaft. Tag could see her nose bouncing violently against the man's lower stomach, as Burns pounded her pussy mercilessly.

"God, Tracy," Tag said, his eyes glued to the TV, "These guys really fucked you good, didn't they?" She didn't answer, so he turned his head toward the bed. She was lying there, her eyes closed, masturbating her pussy wildly with her right hand.

She made an attempt to answer his question, "Yes, yes, oh, yes, Tag, Tag, they, oh, oh, sure, oh, they did. Ooooooh, God, I'm gonna cum again!"

Her eyes rolled in her head as she increased the speed of her fingers going in and out of her pussy. When she had subsided some, Tag climbed onto the bed and joined her. Her pussy slit looked sopping wet with her juices, which were even flowing down her thighs, hiding in her ass cheeks, and staining the sheet.

Tag leaned his head down and his face found her crotch. It was hot and steamy. He proceeded to lick and suck on her, hearing her moan. In the background, Tag could hear Burns yell as he came in Tracy's cunt. Tag licked and licked. Then he heard the other man on the bed unload, with a yell, into Tracy's mouth. It was all too much for Tag. He had to fuck her, and now.

He crawled up between her legs, his lips exploring her belly first, and then her breasts. When his head finally reached her face, he felt her hand finding his cock, and positioning it for entrance into her hot pussy.

As he kissed her, and his cock entered her, he felt the heat of her at both ends. Mouth and pussy. She was on fire. He was, too. She spread her legs wider, and then interlocked them around his back, driving them as far up on him as they could go. With the pillow beneath her, his cock seemed totally in her, more in her than he had felt in a long time, with any woman.

They fucked. Slowly at first. And kissed, passionately. As he pumped her, she moved her ass in tiny circles, feeling him out. Her legs on his back squeezed him.

He kissed her neck, and heard her whisper, "I love your cock, darling, it's magnificent!" A weird thought popped into his head and he almost said, "Aw, I bet you tell that to all the guys!" But he didn't say it.

Then Tag felt himself about to cum. He pushed all the way into her until his cock head was buried deep in her vaginal cervix, nestling there, and feeling her inner heat. He came, and as he did, he heard her say, "I can feel you cumming. I've never felt that before!" She seemed genuinely amazed, and Tag had no reason not to believe her.

When he was drained, Tracy said, "Let's 69 and taste each other's juices." Tag turned himself around and straddled over on top of her, his knees on both sides of her head. He felt her mouth seek out his prick, and engulf it. He pushed his mouth and tongue deep into her pussy, working her gently and tenderly. They ate each other this way for a time, both moaning as the mood to do so struck them. Tracy came again. Then once more.

Later, Tag said to her, as he held her in his arms, "Hey, you were gonna tell me about your fantasy, the weird one with a parrot in it." He heard her laugh in the semi-darkness.

Then he heard a parrot squawk. "She loves to fuck. She loves to suck!"

Tag squeezed her to him. "Baby, I have a feeling that this is gonna be one fantasy I ain't ever heard of . . . "

* * * * * *

LUCY was at her desk bright and early. She had just fixed the morning java and was now enjoying the first hot cup. Tag hadn't yet stirred from his inner apartment chambers, and Lucy wondered if Tracy had spent the night in his bed. She hoped the young girl had.

With that sexy, clingy gown Lucy had seen Tracy in, just yesterday, it wouldn't have surprised her in the least to learn that Tracy and Tag had eloped. Lucy took a tentative sip of the overly hot coffee, and thought: Oh, well, after the wedding, they better let me watch! She giggled out loud, blowing on the coffee.

All her possible questions were answered when Tag's door to his inner chamber opened and Tracy, still in the slinky gown, came through it. She looked none the worse for wear as she grinned at Lucy.

Over the cup, Lucy grinned back at her, and said jovially, "Well, you seductive looking slut, was he as good in bed as I said he was?" She took a sip, her eyes still on Tracy.

"Tag?"

"No, you dumb blond, the pope!" Lucy chuckled.

"Oh!" she said, feigning surprise. Then to parry the humor of the moment, "You never told me you did the Pope, Lucy. Is he as well hung as Tag?" She cackled, then quickly added, "And as fantastic in the sack?" She winked at Lucy and laughed again.

"Hard to tell. I don't know if it's him or the wild bouncing of the Pope Mobile. It has bad shock absorbers!" They both laughed, heartily. Lucy made her a cup of mud, and they settled in for the girly gossip they both knew was waiting breathlessly in the wings.

The two women then dished the dirt, with Tracy filling Lucy in on all the previous night's Taggy Waggy shenanigans, minus the bathroom-pissing scene. As Tracy spoke, Lucy wiggled in her chair here and there, and almost spilled her coffee a few times.