by Arthur Kay |
"If you insist, Taggy. Let's see now. I had this uncle of mine, Harold, a big bruiser
of a man. You know, the outdoorsy lumberjack type. Well, he used to babysit
me so my parents could get a night out at the movies. Anyway, he had, for years,
been giving me a bath before my beddie-bye time. Well, anyhooha, I was sort
of used to him touching me all over in the tub. And drying me off afterwards.
It didn't seem the least bit odd. "Well, one night as he was bathing me and was a little tipsy, he stripped off his pants and underwear and said we were going to bathe together. What did I know? He soaped me up real well, rinsed me off, and then handed me the soap and said to wash him up. But he said all he wanted washed was his cock and balls. He used those exact words, cock and balls. I didn't know what they meant at the time, but it didn't matter. "I remember his cock hung down fat and heavy like. His balls were huge and very hairy. I guess it all fascinated me. As I soaped up his big balls I got a real surprise. His cock sprang up as if it had a mind of its own. It seemed like magic. The head was big and purple, like a plum. I was both scared and fascinated at the same time. "He then told me to rinse him off and when I had done so he told me to take the head of his cock into my mouth and suck on it. Right there in the bathtub with both of us up to our ankles in tepid water. I remember the exact words he used. "C'mon, Wandy, put your mouth on it! You'll like it, I swear." I, for some unknown reason, balked at doing it. This made him more than pissed. "He grabbed my head and pushed it toward his dick. "Now listen, you little brat, you're going to suck me off or I swear I'll drown you right here and now. What's it gonna be, girl?" What choice did I have? "Older boys, in their teens, had tried to get me to suck them off, but I wouldn't do it. To me, it was just too dirty and nasty. But with uncle Harold, I hadn't the luxury of saying fuck off, buddy. So, without further ado, I took my first prick into my young mouth. And almost threw up right then and there. I gagged and spluttered up a storm, but old Harold wasn't having any sympathy for me. He made me suck on it until he came in my mouth. As I followed his threatening order to swallow it all, I did throw up. All over his dick, crotch, and belly. He didn't seem to care, however. "He grabbed me by the neck and squeezed real hard. I had tears in my eyes. He didn't care a fig. He told me that if I breathed a word of this to anybody, he'd drown me for sure. I promised not to tell a soul. Then he made me kiss the tip of his cock five times. Exactly five. Then he told me to take it in my mouth again, just for practice, and he assured me it wouldn't spit again. I complied and sucked him for another fifteen minutes before he finally told me to stop. The bastard was getting me used to the idea of having his cock in my mouth. "He told me I was going to do this to him every day from here on out. I was to come over to his house right after school and he warned me that he'd better not have to come looking for me. Although he scared the shit ouf of me, I was also intrigued by it all. The secrecy of it all seemed to add something strange and magical to the whole thing. And, if I had to admit it, his cock, on the second time around, had felt good in my mouth. "Well, to make a long story short, I sucked him off just about every day for five years. And in that time, he taught me how to take it all the way down my throat. Shit, I must have swallowed gallons of his cum over time. And, as I entered my teens, I found myself masturbating with the picture of his fat, hairy cock in my mind. I even pictured it as it spurted into my mouth. Harold had created one new cocksucker in the world. And, I loved it, if truth be told. "I even started sucking off some of the boys at school. All they had to do to get me to blow them was to get me alone and say, "On your knees, Wanda!" I did dozens of boys and was quite the popular girl." She grinned at Tag. Her story was finished. Tag broke the short silence. "And he never tried to fuck you?" "No, never did. I don't know why as I was his sex slave, so to say, but he never tried to. Not even with a finger. Strange, that." "Well," Tag said. " Uncle Harold was a bastard, for sure, but I'm glad he taught you so well!" She got up and resumed her over-the-arm position. "Now, Doc," she said. "Where were we?" Tag tongued her anus for a few more minutes and then inserted the dildo into her. The first inch caused her to yelp, but she didn't say stop. He worked more of it in and heard her moan. He then pushed the entire four inches in. "Oooh, that does feel good, Taggy!" Inspired, he proceeded to saw it back and forth in her, fucking her asshole with the tiny plastic cock. After a while, he position his cockhead at the entrance of her pussy. He wiggled it around her lips a bit and then slowly introduced it. She moaned again. "Feel good, Wand?" "Oh, yeah, Taggy, it's lovely. Put more of your cock in. And move the dildo in and out at the same time. OK?" He said it was. He was enjoying this. He started fucking her and reaming her asshole simultaneously. Pretty soon, he had a good rhythym going. As he plunged his cock the full length, he pulled the dildo in the opposite direction. Wanda went wild, her ass thrashing about. "Oh, God. Oh, God, Oh, fucking shit. Ooooooh! Oh, Mother. Oh, Taggy, I'm coming one after another. Oh, God. Fuck me, baby, fuck me like crazy. Oh, God. It's too much. Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. Oh, shit, oh, fuck." She was delirious. "You like, lady?" he said, picking up the pace. He was now pistoning in and out of her pussy while yanking on the dildo to beat the band. She was sceaming and yelling incoherently. Sweat poured off both of them. Her ass wiggled as if trying to swallow his cock and the dildo and never give them back. Finally, he yelled, too. "I'm cumming, Wand. Hold tight, Baby, and take me. Here I go! Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh!" She felt the heat of his cum flood her insides.And each twitch his cock was making in her. She was cumming, too. And yelling. They were both now yelling. Like crazy people. Sex mad crazy people. Finally, he collapsed onto her back, his cock slowly shrinking inside her, the dildo still in her ass. His sweat poured onto her back and neck. She shuddered beneath him as a last surprise orgasm snuck up on her. Tag removed himself from her and stood up. Wanda just laid there, too weak to move. He slowly and gently removed the dildo from her anus, hearing her moan as he did. Implulsively, he bent over and placed his mouth on the little puckered anus and tongued it a bit. She moaned again. He did this for a few minutes and then she shifted, signalling she wanted to join the world of the erect standing people once more. "Oh, Taggy, that was beyond delicious!" She put both hands on his arms and turned him around so his back faced her. "Before I lose my nerve, Taggy, I want to, ahem, reciprocate." Then, without a further word, she spread his ass cheeks and took the plunge. His anus surprised her. It didn't smell stinky or even close to it. It had a musky, manly odor. Hell, she thought, this ain't so bad. She worked him for a few minutes, and then he spun around. "That's enough, Wand, we'll save some for later. OK?" Then, feeling she might think he was rebuffing her, he kissed her. A long kiss. One that said all that was needed to be said. "You know, Tag, I wonder what's next for me? Threesomes? Groups? Gangbangs? Dogs? Christ, Taggy, you've turned me into a wanton cum slut!" She grinned at him. "What time's the next orgy?" "You left out horses, Wand! They have really big peckers! Fat around as Coke bottles, too!" "Really? Wanna go riding sometime soon?" He laughed. "Shit, woman, you get fucked by one of those horse cocks, I'd never see you again!" Now she laughed. "Well, Taggy, what if I just do some big, black guy with a mere twelve inches and no bigger around than my wrist?" "I'd still never see you again!" They both laughed. "Now, Tag, Darling, shall we hit the hay?" She took his hand and led him into her bedroom. The bedroom all in black. Black walls, ceiling, and floor, Black bed, comforter, and sheets. Black lamps. Black throw rugs. Black this. Black that. Fuck, Tag mused, the only fucking thing not black in here is us! "Geez, Wanda," he swept a hand around the all black room. "Where the fuck were you when the rainbow was invented?" Wanda giggled. "Black, dear boy, is magical!" One thing was for sure, Taggart Oliver Bonewell felt anything but magical just being in this black hole of Calcutta. But an amusing thought ran through his mind: I think I'll buy Wanda a box of black Trojans as a thank you gift. They'd fit right in with this pagan decor. * * * * * * THE TWO WEEKS flew by. On a Monday, Tag reported for work as the new house dick at the Wellington Hotel. He now stood on the sidewalk across the street from the place and took a deep breath. He looked at the hotel's facade. It looked old world mixed with new world renovations. Four large, ornate concrete columns, two on each side, flanked the main entrance's large glass doors. A uniformed doorman stood on a blood red V.I.P. carpet that looked as if it was embedded in black marble. The carpet and the marble went all the way out to the curb. Tag looked up toward the top of the twelve story high building. He saw what looked like many gargoyles strung out across the roof's edge. Gargoyles? Why? He thought, who can even see them way up there? Insanity! Total fucking insanity. He looked back at the entrance and crossed the street toward the doorman. Here we go, he thought . . . |