"Ass Reaming" - читать интересную книгу автора (Michaels Blake)

Chapter 2

The sun was immediately above us when we awoke. It was almost noon. The room was flooded with the bright rays from the sun. Bill stumbled to the windows and pulled the drape, plunging the room into a soft light.

"I'd certainly like some more of that," I said, pointing at his stiffened cock bouncing in front of him.

"Baby, my prick isn't in working order when I wake up," Bill said bluntly.

"But it's still hard," I almost pouted. "Doesn't that count for something?"

"That's only because I've got to piss," he responded, taking hold of his prick, gingerly.

"But is it really out of commission?" I persisted. "Well?" I insisted after a long pause.

"Yes, but, it'll be ready in a few minutes," he said.

"Why's that? "I asked.

"Because when I have amp; full bladder, my cock's very sensitive. It needs a little rest."

"How long must it rest?" I asked eagerly.

"Just a few minutes," he answered, sitting next to me. Without hesitation he embraced me and covered my mouth with his and started making love to me. One arm was around my back, pressing my tits up against him. The other hand was stroking my ass hole and my pussy very gently… teasingly.

Suddenly I wanted him to piss on me and I wanted to eat him and drink his piss. For some odd reason he had the same idea in mind.

His warm piss came. He was pissing on my pussy and my ass. His cock slowly aimed the piss at my face, I willfully opened my mouth and drank the sweet piss. It was running all over my face. I loved it.

My body moved slowly toward his prick. I was entranced with the enormous amount of pubic hair that covered the area around it. I licked and sucked his ass and prick clean. My hungry mouth sucked every bit of his cock and his balls, all that remained was saliva on the outside.

Bill then continued his playing, and soon began to tease the lips of my cunt and ass with his middle and index fingers, slipping them quickly in and then rubbing the lips, teasing them more and more until he could slip two fingers in my ass hole without the least resistance. My ass hung loose for him.

"Hey, baby, what say we get into the shower?" he asked, getting to his feet.

"Suits me," I said, hungrily.

We headed for the bathroom where Bill closed the doors and turned on the water. His cock had remained stiff and was standing out from him at proud attention.

I took the initiative and walked up to him and embedded his shaft into my ass hole, pulling the cheeks of his ass towards me backwards.

"You're a hot little number. Know that?" he chuckled, taking hold of one tit while continuing to adjust the water.

"Okay, in your go," he said, pulling his prick out of me and sliding open the door to the large stall.

"You're coming, too, aren't you?" I chuckled questioningly.

"You bet your sweet ass," he laughed.

Once we were in and the door was closed, we again locked into our face-to-face embrace, I with my cunt full of cock. Bill stood there and let me do the work, an opportunity which I gladly accepted.

My ass hole was hot, and it was hungry, and cock could both feed and fill it, I knew. I quickly turned myself around and slipped his cock into my ass hole. It seemed to fill my need. If he wouldn't do the work, then I would.

I braced my hands against the wall and began to grind my hips up to him and I simultaneously bent my knees slightly to find the best position.

Bill had been massaging and playing with my steaming wet tits, sucking first one and then the other, all of which served to heighten my excitement and force me onto his cock more eagerly.

Suddenly his hips came to life and he started to fuck his prick into me. His stiff prick searched every nook and cranny and moved into me so that I was soon moaning and groaning with ecstasy.

"Oh, fuck me… fuck my ass good!" I found myself muttering.

I was so hot, now, it was difficult to stand upright. 1 wanted just to collapse in a heap there on the floor, with my legs spread wide, and be fucked to my death. And I told Bill so.

"This ass hole of yours can really take it, baby. Oh, what a hole. It's better than a cunt. I'd like to see that hole of yours get fucked by a gang, and after the last one, I'd like to lap and suck it clean for you."

"Would you really do that?" I asked, passionately, only half hearing him.

"Yeah, baby, anything to suck that ass hole. And I bet you could take it, too. What's the most you've ever had in one night?"

"Seven," I responded, my will to ignore or resist completely gone.

"Seven stud cocks, huh? And that means seven stud loads, too, huh? Boy, your cunt must have been overflowing. Was it good? Did you like it?"

"Oh yes… 1 loved it. It was so hot I couldn't resist. I'd love to do it again, right now. Anything to get fucked… fucked!"

For my part, I was gone, I could feel no pain, only fantastic pleasurable sensations running through my entire body. Even though, Bill was pulling and pinching my tits, I immediately translated the pain into pleasure. And the more pleasure I found, the harder I fucked.

Our bodies, dripping from the hot spray of the shower, slipped and slid across and against each other. Each time we came together in a passionate lunge, there would be a loud slapping around. But neither of us seemed to hear it.

Bill had become aroused again and was fucking in all seriousness.

I, who had not really been satisfied the night before, was clinging to his cock and riding it as though my life depended upon it.

"Oh, Bill, it's wonderful. Give it to me, lover. Fuck my ass; screw my hole; plow it. Do anything, but make it feel good up there," I moaned as I increased the tempo of my strokes to meet his.

"You're gonna get it!" he shouted over the sounds of the shower in the little stall. "It's gonna fly any second now…"

"Please… please don't!" I shouted back to him, clinging to him and trying to calm him, but actually contributing to his excitement.

"I can't baby, you're too much for me. Here it is… take it… take it… "

"Oh, shit," I screamed, clawing his legs. "I'm coming too. Aaaghhh… Ooohhh… "

As I said this, my own juices started to flow, and there were a few moments when my head was spinning so badly that I really had no understanding of where I was. The only thing I was conscious of was my writhing both under this hot shower and up against a hairy, horny man. "Oh, I don't want to quit… I want more… lots more… " My voice trailed off as I continued to lunge up against the unretreating pole of meat before me.

"Tell you what," he said. "Let's cool down and perhaps a little later! can get you what you want. Okay?"

"Do you mean it?"

"Of course I mean it, you dumb ass! You're so cock hungry you can't even understand me."

"Oh, yes I can," I answered quickly, maintaining the rhythm of my thrusts against his groin. "It's just that I don't want to stop now."

"Well, you're going to have to," he answered. "Don't worry, I'll get you more… "

"That's what I want," I cut in, "More, lots more… "

"Hold still," he said quickly, pulling my hips up against him. "Lean back… way back… that's it, now spread your legs."

I did as I was told, wondering what he had in store for me.

"Don't worry, you won't slip. I've got hold of you, There… that's it… now don't move. Just relax… relax… "

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Never mind. Just relax… that's it, let that hole go soft for me… just loosen it up… don't try to hold my cock with your ass, baby, it's not going anywhere.

I tried my best to comply, but I couldn't get over the feeling of slipping toward the floor, even though I knew I wasn't. It was just the position I was in, with my legs spread wide, my head thrown back and my breasts pointing straight upward.

Bill stood behind me, his groin still pressed hard against mine, his stiff tool sunk to the hilt up my hot and dripping ass hole.

In a few moments, it happened. I felt the sudden surge of head deep in my ass hole and immediately knew he was pissing up in me: cleaning me with his own body. The thought of it excited me and I let a moan escape from my lips.

"Like that, don't you, baby?" he asked, as his stream came full force, flushing me completely out.

"It's heavenly," I moaned, not moving a muscle and relaxing as much as I possibly could.

"It feels good to you, baby, just think how good it feels for me," he said, holding me steady.

"I can only imagine." I responded, quickly and passionately. I didn't want to miss any of the fantastic feelings of pleasure going through my body.

The warmth of his urine seemed to creep through my whole rear area, and rather than calm me, it excited me even more. How was I ever to be satisfied? I had no idea.

After what seemed like ages, I could feel the pressure of the flow subside, then come in forceful spurts as he forced the last few drops up into me. And then he was free of me.

"Now," he said fatalistically, "let's shower and see what the day is planning for us."

Our shower finished, and breakfast, such as it was, out of the way, we were ready for fate and her bag of surprises. And it wasn't long before she played her first card. There was a knock at the door.

"Wonder who that might be," Bill said, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist while heading for the door. I, in the meantime, dashed for the bathroom and closed the door.

I could hear muffled men's voices.

"Kim, you can come out, now," I heard as soon as the door closed.

I came out and found no one there, aside from Bill.

"Who was it? "I asked.

"Oh, just one of the fellows from the building. He dropped by to see what was happening."

"Where did he go?" I prodded.

But before Bill could answer, there he stood! He had come from the kitchen. Quickly I grabbed a cushion from the sofa and held it in front of me.

"It's okay, baby. He's seen a nude broad before. In fact, you might even like him," Bill went on. "Bruce, this is Kim. Kim, this is, of course, Bruce," he said, bowing deeply.

"Hi!"

"Hi, yourself," I responded, blushing somewhat. "The least you could have done, Bill, was told me he was still here!" I said sharply.

"But, baby, didn't you say just a little while ago that you wanted some more cock?" he asked, faking seriousness behind his smile.

"Well… "

"Well, here some more is," he cut in, "And a whole lot more it is, let me tell you!"

Bruce, in the meantime, had taken a seat on the couch next to me. He calmly looked at my nude form, I could see he liked what he saw.

"What have you two been up to," I heard him ask in a low, masculinely sultry voice.

"Oh, nothing," responded Bill. "We just finished breakfast a little while ago."

"At this time of day?"

"Well, we sort of slept late, and by the time we got cleaned up and all, it was already past noon. But what the hell, it's Saturday. What's planned for the afternoon?" he asked me.

I was caught unprepared for such abruptness. My face flushed and I didn't know what to say.

"Well… There are some things I've got to do today, and I do have a slight headache," I said. "I guess it's from the drinking last night." I finished.

"Oh, I can take care of that," Bruce answered with a slight glint in his eye. He went to the bathroom and soon returned with a little white box. He took two tiny pink pills from it and handed them to me.

"What are these?" I asked.

"They're what my doctor gives me for a big head," he answered easily. "They're much better than the usual stuff," he went on, with a twinkle in his eye.

Taking him at his word, I downed them with a swig of coffee from the cup still nearby. "Could I at least have a robe or something?" I asked.

"You really don't want one, do you? You have such a beautiful body," Bruce said.

"Of course I do!" I snapped, still somewhat embarrassed.

"What say we all have a short drink," he interrupted.

Bill didn't even wait for an answer. He quickly disappeared into the kitchen where he poured three straight shots. He returned and passed them out.

Bruce took one without hesitation, but I wasn't quite sure I wanted to start drinking this early. Besides, I wasn't comfortable in this situation and really wanted to get out of it. I didn't really have a headache. I had just said that, hoping they'd let me bow out gracefully.

But seeing that it wasn't going to be that easy, I downed my drink with the two men. The sudden heat from the drink burned as it went down my throat, and seemed to set me a little more at ease.

"Come on, baby, let Bruce see those beautiful boobs of yours,' Bill said, quickly snatching the cushion away from me. I was totally unprotected, and it was difficult to appear relaxed.

I glanced quickly at Bruce, who was smiling. "Yeah, you've got yourself something here, Bill," he said. "I guess you've already tasted it, huh?"

"You bet your stud cock I have," he smiled back. "She wouldn't still be here if I didn't like it."

"How is it, Kim?" Bruce asked me.

"How is what?" I asked, not knowing what the hell he was talking about.

"You know, how's eating?"

"Eating?"

"You know, how's he at eating?"

"Eating?"

"You know how's he at eating?" Bruce persisted.

I flushed when I realized what he was referring to. "All well… "

"Shit, baby, you can talk to him," Bill injected. "He's as horny as I am."

"Bill," I asked changing the subject, "could I have another drink? I think that's just what I need."

"Sure, baby, anything you want." He went back into the kitchen and brought out the bottle and poured another stiff drink into my glass. Bruce took a second, but he only sipped at it. I supposed he still wanted to be able to fuck later. I've heard liquor is no aphrodisiac. I downed mine; I couldn't give a damn.

"How's that? Feel better now?" Bruce asked.

"I think so," I answered.

"What say we have a little action," I heard Bill ask, at nobody in particular.

"Suits me," Bruce answered kicking off his shoes.

Without further conversation, Bill fell to his knees between my legs, and began lapping at my inner thighs. I couldn't help myself. Almost as though pulled by strings. I felt my legs begin to spread for him.

Bruce, in the meantime, had stripped off his tee shirt, socks and jeans. He was left only with his shorts. I could see a very full bulge in them, and the outline of cock made my mouth water. It was huge, and it wasn't yet hard! That's the kind of cock I like; big as they could make it.

Bill had removed his towel and I could see that his cock was already coming to attention. What the hell, I thought to myself. I might as well take.advantage of the situation.

I pushed myself into a more comfortable position as well as a more accessible one for Bill. He took advantage of the opportunity and his face nuzzled into the nest of curly blonde hair. Bruce leaned over and took hold of my tits at the same time; he covered my mouth with his. His tongue shot into my mouth, forcing my teeth apart, and started probing into all parts of it.

I could only relax. I felt immobile as though I were watching myself at a distance. I could feel the sensations of the activities going on, but I couldn't seem to feel my own movements, only the result of them.

A sudden sensual shock wracked me, as I realized that Bill had found my clit and was working on it.

"Man, are you ready!" I heard Bill mumble. "That headache must have gone, huh?"

"What headache?" I heard myself ask.

"That's it, baby. Just forget everything. Just let yourself go. This is the time for it," he said, almost as though I hadn't spoken.

Bruce had worked my tits up so that the nipples were standing upright and hard. They were very sensitive, and he seemed to know it. His fingers were toying with them just enough to continue to build excitement. Never did he give me all the feeling I wanted; my body continued to want just a little more.

I had reached down and taken hold of the huge bulge in Bruce's briefs. I felt two large nuts and a semi-hard prick.

Bill had spread my legs wide so as to work his way deep into my slit with his tongue. My whole crotch was already wet from his saliva, and he was wetting me still more.

Then he released me and sat up on the couch on the other side of me. But he didn't leave my pussy alone. One hand continued to work the crack, while the other took over working one of my tits. I just leaned my head back on the cushion and enjoyed the sensation of being loved by two men at the same time.

Bruce took his free hand and placed it on my ass hole his long fingers stroked the length of my crack lightly, following almost the same pattern as Bill.

"Ohhh," I heard myself moan.

"Getting to ya, baby?" I heard Bruce ask.

In answer, I squeezed his cock. At the same time, I took hold of Bill's stiff rod.

I closed my eyes and imagined the scene as though I weren't a part of it. There I was leaning back on the couch with my legs spread, my head thrown back, and holding a cock in each hand. One was stiff and the other was getting there. On each side of me was a horny stud, each working on one tit with one hand and each playing with my pussy and ass hole alternately. The thought excited me still more and I began to twitch my hips.

"Yeah, baby, get with it. Let's see that cunt open up for us," I heard in my ear. It was Bill, and he sounded hot, really hot.

"What can we do for that cunt and ass to make them feel better?" I heard from my other side.

In response, I pushed my hips forward, causing a little more pressure against their hands, and at the same time, slightly forcing the fingers a little deeper into my slit. "Ohhhh," I moaned, "Ohhh… that feels good."

"Spread 'em, cunt," Bill said, putting a little more pressure on my legs to pull them further apart.

Almost automatically I felt myself spreading as I was told. My legs were wide apart now, and my cunt was gaping open; my ass hole was throbbing for want of more and more.

The itching sensation inside just had to be satisfied one way or another. "Please," I asked, "Please… please… "

"Please, what?" I heard one of the men ask.

"Please fuck me… I want to be fucked… "

"How bad?" Bruce whispered in my ear.

"Very bad," I said, grinding my hips up to their hands.

"That's not bad enough," he answered. "You've really got to want it before we can give it to you," he answered.

Their active hands were working steadily, their fingers darting up and down my slit and around the lips of my pussy; and my ass hole. The sensations continued to send shivers through my body which, in turn, kept me in constant motion. Oh, how I wanted to be fucked.

"Bill, please… "

"Please what, cunt?"

"Please give it to me… "

"Give what to you, whore?"

The questions were spat at me, and although I should have felt insulted, I, instead, felt even more excited.

"You know what I want," I moaned, passionately, my head still lying back on the cushion and my eyes closed. My whole body was in motion. I was writhing under the manipulations of these four hands, and the sounds I heard inflamed me still more.

"Tell me what you want… come on, let me hear you say it… What do you want, whore?"

"Cock!… That's what I want, cock!" I shouted, unable to control the tone or level of my voice.

"Is that all? Just cock?"

"Oh, anything… anything to make my hole feel good," I answered, heatedly. "My pussy's itching to be fucked. Please fill it," I said, squeezing on both cocks at the same time.

In response, I felt more pressure against my pussy and ass hole as the fingers of both hands probed deeper, now together, now alternately. I tried to keep track of which hand was doing what, but it became impossible. All I could feel was movement, making me hotter and hotter.

The fingers were probing deeply and I could tell that more than one finger on each hand was busy fucking me. But it felt good. And I wanted it to feel better.

I raised my heels and brought them up close to my ass on the couch. That stretched my cunt and ass hole area wide: there was no protection, and no resistance left in me.

Bruce broke away from me long enough to remove his briefs. When he sat back next to me, I quickly found his cock and took it in my hands. It was wet from excitement, and as I rubbed the head of it in my palm, it spit even more slick fluid for me to spread.

"Oh," I said, "Fuck me with that. Get that up in me, Bruce," I went on turning my head lazily toward him.

"You're not really ready for it, are you?" he teased.

"Oh, yes… yes, I am. Give it to me, now!"

"Be patient, cunt, you'll get it." He went on. "Bill, I think it's time you cleaned up a little of the mess we've made down there, what say?"

Without answering, Bill turned his body on the couch and got on his knees so that I could continue to jack his cock for him. His head buried itself in my crotch, and in this position, he could really go to work on me. His tongue shot up into me and wrapped around my clit then back to my ass hole darting in and out like a snake. The sensations were maddening.

"Oh," I moaned. "That's it… "

"That's what?" I heard whispered in my ear.

"That's what I want," I answered lazily.

"What do you want?" the voice persisted.

"My pussy and ass worked. My cunt fucked, my holes filled."

"What do you want it filled with?" the voice went on.

"Cock!" I shouted, at the same time rearing my cunt up against the wet face buried in it.

"Whose cock?" the voice insisted.

"Anybody's cock!" I answered quickly. "Any cock I can get. Yours, give me yours!"

"Not yet, baby. You've got to really want it to get it," he answered.

"But I really want it, I want it bad! Give it to me!"

"Uhuh," he answered, "Not until you've convinced me. I don't think you really mean it."

"But I do," I said, whimpering, now. "I want it bad. My cunt's burning up. It's itching to be fucked. Please fuck it."

"What do you think, Bill?" Brace asked. "Is she really ready?"

"I think she could use a couple of cocks." Bill said, almost in a commanding voice. "Yeah, two cocks!" he exclaimed.

Bruce had, without further objection, turned his body so that he was in position between my legs; his cock in front of my dripping hole. He raised his hips to the proper height and pushed forward.

"Aaagh," I moaned as the hot, hard head pressed into me. It continued its penetration without stopping until it was up to the hilt. "Oh, fuck me… fuck my cunt. Give it to me… Oh."

Bill was in the process of slipping under me. His cock finally gently pressing against my asshole. Finally he pressed extremely hard and in went the cock. I had two cocks in me! Both men were now moving together.

"That what your ass hole wants?" Bruce asked, in my ear.

"Yeah… yeah, that's the thing! That's it! Cock! My cunt feels like it's burning up."

"Turn her around so you're on the couch," Bruce told Bill.

Bill twisted my body around so that I lay the long way on the couch, with him under me. This was accomplished without the loss of a single stroke. Their cocks continued to probe up into me in long slow strokes, the steady movements continuing to tense and excite me. I moved my hips up and aligned my body so as to take full advantage of their stiff pricks.

I looked down and I could see one cock buried into me, and right under it I felt the other cock going in and out. The sight and feeling turned me on still more, I was lost in wild animal passion. I increased the motion of my hips.

Bill had not slowed his motions, and together, he and I managed to keep Brace's cock slipping back and forth behind me.

After a while of this, Bruce slipped himself back a little so that his cock became dislodged from the wet nest. It was bone-hard, and it was dripping from the combined juices of love. Bill continued fucking, he didn't notice.

"Don't take it away!" I pleaded. "Let me see it slipping around down there. Let me feel it slip up into me, again."

"Not yet, whore. You're not ready for it."

Bruce slipped cushions under my feet to raise me to the proper height for Bill. That way I didn't have to bear down on him, he only had to move his ass up and down. Then suddenly his prick slipped back still further and it became completely free.

"What the hell!" Bill suddenly shouted.

"Shut up!" Bruce spat back at him. "I was just trying to make it better for you. Why don't you fuck the broad's pussy instead of her ass?"

Bill obediently did as Bruce strongly suggested. He rolled on his side and mounted my body. With one strong movement his cock was in my pussy fucking away.

Meanwhile Bruce was busily moving about the room. He picked up one of the cushions he had used before and slipped it under my ass. As he did that Bill's cock slipped out of my cunt once again.

"Dammit! What the hell are you doing, now!" Bill screamed.

"Shut up!" Bruce shouted back.

"You son of a bitch, you're not doing anything for me!" Bill protested.

"Oh, yes I am, cunt lover!" Bruce answered, his voice almost cruel sounding.

"I can't take that thing, you dumb fuck!" Bill said, his voice mixed between fear and excitement. "I can't take anything up there that way!"

"Shut up and keep fucking. You want that pussy and that pussy wants you. Just concentrate on that and everything will be alright."

So that was it, I finally realized! The guy is queer! While under other circumstances, the thought might have served to cool my passions, this time, for some reason, it only excited me more. I moved my hips back and forth and in circles on the cock buried in me.

Bill, for his part, continued to stroke into me, but with less enthusiasm than before. I knew he was concerned.

"Ouch!" Bill shouted, lunging forward into me. "Bruce, come on, please. I can't take that big thing and that's that!"

"That's nothing! Just take it easy and every-thing'll be alright. Just relax, pussy lover, and keep on fucking." Bruce answered him.

The idea caught my fancy. The thought of a stud getting fucked while fucking me seemed somehow exciting. It seemed sexy. It seemed dirty. I was all for it.

"Do what he says, Bill," I said, "Just think of my pussy… just keep fucking me. That way we can both have what we want."

"But I don't want to get fucked! That's not my bag! This motherfucker can stick that damn cock into any hole he can find. But I don't want it!"

"Yes you do!" Bruce said over his shoulder. "You don't know it, but you do. You want it as bad as her pussy wants it. The only difference is that she admits it and you don't. Now why don't you relax and take it easy?"

"Ouch!" Bill yelled again.

"Will you shut up, pussy lover! You've only got half the head, so far."

"That's already more than I want!" Bill responded.

In spite of his protestations, I could tell the feeling was doing something for Bill because his cock had suddenly become more rigid… raging. His motions became more forceful, and instead of slipping gently into me, his cock was slamming into my cunt.

"Keep up the action, fucker," Bruce said, his voice forceful and demanding. "Keep stroking into hot cunt and get a little of the same."

"It's killing me!" Bill protested.

"Ah, but what a wonderful way to die," Bruce mused, still sounding stern and persuasive.

"Oh, yes, keep up the good work," I joined in. "It's good… keep it up… I love it… please fuck me!"

Bill did as he was told. His strokes became bold and forceful. The length of his cock was repeatedly slamming into my hole with such force that I had to brace myself so I wouldn't be shoved off the head of the couch, I ground my ass back for him, trying in every way I could to make it feel better, to entice him on, to help him keep his pace.

"That's it, fucker, fuck that cunt. Come on let me see the ass slam into her, that's it… now give it to her. That's it, stud, fuck her!" Bruce's voice was excited, and the tone of it carried over into Bill's actions. He did as he was told. He plunged himself into me to the hilt and held himself up against me.

"Oh," I said, "Oh, that's beautiful. Fuck me. Give me that stiff cock."

"Yeah, give her that stiff prick," Bruce interrupted, "And give me that sweet, tight ass of yours. Come on, pull back. Pull it out of her. That's it… "

"Ow… "

"That's it, fucker, back… back… there! You've got the head. Now the rest will be easy. Now you can really ride pussy!"

As he was saying this, Bruce was positioning himself so that his cock was in line with my cunt. In that position, all he had to do was hold himself steady, and each time Bill pulled out of me, he could not help but slip back onto the cock behind him.

"Bruce, that's enough! I can't take any more," Bill whimpered, maintaining a steady motion.

"Yes, you can," Bruce answered.

"Yes you can," I echoed. "I can tell you like it. Your cock is raging. It's bigger and stiffer than I've ever seen it before. You must like the feeling up your ass. Tell me you like it, tell me."

"That's it, cunt," Bruce cut in. "Make him tell you how good it feels. Tell her, Bill. Tell her what it feels like… go on, tell her!"

"It hurts," protested Bill.

"Ah, but it hurts good, doesn't it?" responded Bruce. "It's gotta hurt good or else you wouldn't keep fucking her the way you are."

"But I can't take any more," Bill insisted. "It hurts too much."

"Shit, man, you've got it all. How much more do you want?"

"What?" shouted Bill. "You mean you've got that whole prick of yours in me?"

"Tell him, whore," Bruce said to me. "Tell him what you can see."

I looked down… and I could see! I described the sight for Bill.

"Oh shit!" Bill spat, continuing his steady rhythm over me. "I want to come… but I can't with that cock in my ass. Take it out, Bruce. Take it out!"

"Not on your life. Not on your life. That cock's in there to stay for a while," Bruce answered.

The scene was too much for me. "Oh Christ," I shouted. "I'm coming, I'm coming… Eeeaaahhh."

Whatever restraints I might have had were now gone. The juices came flooding down out of me and every time Bill's cock pulled away from me, there was a wet slushing sound from my cunt.

The lips of my pussy were hanging loose and the fluids were literally running from me, slipping down the crack of my ass and making a puddle under me.

"See, Bill," Bruce said. "See what you've done? See what the cock up your ass helped you do?"

"Oh," Bill moaned. "Ooohh, fuck me… make me come too. Let me fill her with my come… let me shoot… oh, Bruce fuck me… "

"Fuck yourself, stud!" Bruce spat insultingly. "It's there. All you have to do is take it."

"Aaieee." Bill had climbed the mountain and was happily sliding down the other side with the flood of full orgasm. His stiffened cock swelled to even greater proportions. The head acted like a plunger as it filled my channel. His strokes became full and hard, and each throbbing reflex dumped more of his come deep into me. He continued to pump into me until the last throb came from him.

"Oh," he said. "Wow!"

"You're not through, yet, buddy," Bruce said to him, as he got to his knees, managing somehow to keep his cock in Bill's ass. "You've still got a chore to fully complete."

I knew exactly what he meant. Without being told, I began to slip away from the stiffened cock in my cunt. It came out slowly, reluctantly, until it was near the head. Then Bruce grabbed Bill by the hips and pulled him back, hard against his own stiff cock, lodged deep up his ass.

I slid up the couch until I was high enough for what was coming.

Bruce made the next move. He pushed Bill forward from the shoulders until his face was buried in my cunt.

"Now, now!" commanded Bruce, pushing him deeper into the dripping crotch. "Suck it out, pussy lover, suck it now!"

I braced myself for him, then relaxed. His tongue began its licking motions and each motion created a new wave of shivers through my body. Oh, was I hot. I still wanted more. I had to have more.

Bruce, in the meantime had managed to get over Bill in dog-fashion position. His hips continued to roll against Bill's ass. His cock continued to slip into and out of him, its full length discernible in each retreating movement.

I could raise my head and see the whole action. It excited me.

"Oh, do it to me, Bruce… Fuck me now… I really want it… please, fuck me… Oh, fuck me…"

Bruce looked at me and leered, but he didn't say a thing. He continued his fucking into Bill's ass.

My cunt was so relaxed that Bill could suck my pussy lips into his mouth and, at the same time, lick my clitoris. My juices began to subside, but not my desires. I still wanted to be fucked.

"How's it taste, pussy eater?" Bruce asked Bill.

"Ummmmm," he could only respond.

That was all Bruce was waiting for.

"Well, here's something more for you to think about!" he shouted. His hips started a violent slapping against the buttocks beneath him. His slippery cock glistened in the early evening light as it flew out of the tight, virgin ass and shot deeply back into it. "Here it is!" he groaned, "Take it! Aahhh… shit!"

That was it. Bruce had popped. He quickly withdrew and fell back on the couch.

Bill let out a low moan as the shaft left him. Then he, too, fell back on the couch in a crumpled heap, his cock now only half hard, and still oozing juice.

I reached for the bottle by the side of the couch and poured three stiff drinks and passed them around. Then I lit three cigarettes and passed them around.

"Boy, I sure don't want to go to that damned dinner, tonight," Bill complained.

"What dinner?" Bruce asked.

"Oh, it's some fucking deal I'm mixed up in. I can't get out of it, either," he answered.

"Well," Bruce continued, "Kim and I will have to finish our little party alone, back at my place. What say, cunt?"

I didn't answer. I nodded my eagerness. Yeah, I was ready.