Adult Story

From mum to slut mum

The shock of the unexpected arrival of our sons in the middle of one of our wilder sexual exploits had shaken us to our very core. At 42 years old, 5’6″, and 135lbs, I had become a sexual dynamo over the last couple of years, much to the delight of my husband, Chas. Together we had engaged in sexual adventures that would have shamed even the lustiest of ancient Rome. And their marriage of 20 years had never been happier or more fun. Until last night, when our two boys, Rob and Rick derailed our fun by showing up at the house with 15 of their mates and Rob,s girlfriend Kari right in the middle of me naked, and having sex with a couple of old friends – Steve and his dog while Chas watched. Rick, our eldest was down from collage with about ten of the guys.
The ensuing party that followed where all the college boys, Steve, and Chas took their turn with me, fucking one or more of my three holes. Even Kari had taken a turn fisting me and I returned the favour by licking all the cum out her cunt and asshole after son,s Rob and Rick had fucked her. I also gave them a show fucking Steve,s dog. Rob had also given my ass a good thrashing with his belt as I was bent over the sofa. He had said it was a fantasy of his to whip my ass. I told him to go for it. All his mates cheered every thwack of the belt across my naked ass, and my loud moans.
After a while I rolled onto my back, opened my legs wide displaying my cum filled cunt to him, and told him to whip my tits and cunt as well. He had a wide grin on his face as he thrashed his mums naked body infront of all his mates. They could all see how I loved it, so many of them took to slapping my face and tits as well as my shaven cunt. Those areas of me were all bright red by the time everybody had finished abusing my naked body.
This had not only helped me resolve any qualms about my lustful life as a mature, hyper sexed wife, but also as “Slut Mom,” as I laughingly now proclaimed myself. And also as I jokingly put it, ‘ I guess that means that we won’t be known as the boring oldies from now on.” My son, Rob, was clearly ecstatic about the demonstrated sexual prowess of both his mom and dad. He said he could hardly believe how I had taken such a pounding from all his mates cocks, how I managed to take cocks in all my holes at once, and he had never seen a women take two cocks in her ass or two up her cunt at once.
As I sat next to him and his mates naked covered in their cum, them fingering my shaved cunt, and Rob mauling my tits, I told him this was nothing. That I had been gangbanged by more than double this amount several times, and at one party had been fucked by all the guests about fifty of them and several dogs. At one stage I had a cock in my ass, and cunt, two in my mouth, one in each hand being wanked, and two wanking over my face, all at the same time. They all marvled at this and agreed I was one dirty cumslut whore. At that point Kari came over with another guy who had just fucked her and said she had heard what I had told the guys and was sooo horny from it. So would I lick her cunt out again. I readily agreed, removed her panties and buried my head into her freshly fucked cunt. She pulled my face hard into her pubic mound and moaned as I sucked all his cum out of her succulant cunt.
“Fuck, you are a dirty slut, even more than me. I want to fuck you with a dildoe some more,” Kari said to me.
“Ummmm, I’d love that you filthy bitch,” I replied.
Chas had brought down my largest dildoe. A large black vibrating one of about ten inches long and three inches thick.
“Here Kari, use this on the slut,” he said.
“Ohhhh, I’m going to love this,” Kari said as she took the dildoe from Chas.
I open my legs wide and she thrust the black artificial cock in half it’s length. I groaned out loud. She pulled it out and without any gentleness plunged it back in to it’s full length. I cried out and involintarerly closed my legs. Kari slapped me across the face and shouted at me to open my fucking legs. I did so and she began to forcefully fuck me with this latex cock. Everybody was cheering as I cried out and loudly moaned in extasy. My body heaved and squirmed as she made me cum over and over again. Her hand banged against my cunt as she rammed it in to to hilt again and again. Kari slapped my tits and twisted my nipples. I gasped out loudly.
“You fucking whore, you fucking love this don’t you, you old cum bucket.” Kari said.
“Oh god yes, fuck me harder with it. Fuck me in the ass with it as well,” I shouted back at her.
Kari did. Pulling it out of my cunt and ramming it up my ass. I screamed out as it streached my shit hole.
“OOOHHHH FUCK, THATS FEELS SO GOOD,” I screamed out.
“I’m going to ream that ass hole of yours good,” Kari replied.
She speeded up, ramming it up hard. I was gasping hard, my body contorting. She rammed the black cock into my cunt again making me groan. Fucked me hard for a few minutes then shoved it back up my ass. Cum was squirting from both my holes as it ploughed in as she continued to alternate fucking both my holes, untill my body convulsed and spasamed to another violent climax. She pulled the large dildoe out of my cunt and sucked it, tasting my juices, then went down on me and licked my cunt clean, gently lapping away at my ravaged cunt, drinking in all the mixture of juices.
“Fuck, I enjoyed that. Fucking them cummy holes of yours,” Kari said after.
“UUUMMMMM, so did I,” I said panting. Ny naked body covered in sweat.
We then lay together. Our naked bodies squashed against each other. Kissing and exploring each others mouths with our tounges. Finally making each other cum together as we lay in the sixtynine position feasting on each others succulant cunts.
As Chas and I soon found out, Rick and his friends were on spring break and on their way to the beach for two weeks, and Rob and some of his mates were going with them. The unplanned rest stop at the house had changed their lives as well as numerous travel plans. While Rick and five of the group would continue on to the beach, ten of the kids were now joining Chas and I for their trip to the horse farm in the north. Son Rob, Kari, Chris and seven of the other guys had opted for the trip with Chas and me, a trip the two of us had been planning for weeks. Rick had asked rob to take some video of it all for him to take back to collage.
The farm, as we discovered some months earlier, was a resort for women interested in enjoying the sexual pleasures of the well trained horses that resided there. As preparations for the drive to he ranch neared, I was bursting with glee at the trick I was about to play on my husband, Chas. For the four-hour drive to the farm, I had planned a voyage of teasing torment for Chas. I had selected a pair of black crotchless panties, black garterbelt and seamed black stockings. As I hooked an outrageous black half cup bra, I smiled to myself,
“This will give him something to think about while he’s driving.” I adjusted my overflowing breasts into the tiny push-up cups, and I had to laugh out loud.
“Well,” I said to myself, noticing that my breasts and nipples were totally exposed and shoved up as far as they possibly could in the outfit,
“I guess this will give them all something to think about.”
I put on a simple, purple silk wrap dress that clung tightly around her mature curves and that was held closed by a single button on the side. The front of the dress wrapped so low, that I literally fell out of the dress every time I moved. “Well, that’s the purpose of it, isn’t it,” I thought to myself. My plan was simple. I would sit next to Chas as he drove and play with myself, thereby teasing him the whole way. The dress and underwear were perfect for it. I could easily fondle and masturbate myself, given the openness of the outfit. “Wow!” I said looking at myself in the mirror as I headed out the door, “Now that’s what I call a real farm outfit!”
Outside, I slipped into the passenger seat of the mini-van and flashed a huge smile at Chas, already in the driver’s seat and waiting for me. Chad and another young boy had piled into the seats directly behind us, and another two of Doug’s college buddies sat behind them in the third row of seats. I looked behind them at the other SUV in the caravan and noted that Kari was in the passenger seat and son Rob was driving. “Well, she won’t have nearly as much fun as I plan to have,” I quipped to myself, doubting that Kari would be tormenting their driver as I knew I was going to do to Chas. Four other mates were sat behind them.
We were only on the road for a few minutes before I began my plan and what I was sure would be four hours of pure agony for Chas. I casually spread my legs open and the slit of the wrap dress fell apart and ran all the way up to my waist. I coyly slipped a hand between the opening in the crotchless panties and began casually fondling myself, smiling all the while at my husband. I noticed that the guys sitting behind us had apparently dozed off, so I playfully lifted a finger to my mouth, slipped it between my lips and sucked on it for a minute. I could tell from the look on Chas’s face that I was getting just the reaction I wanted. Slowly removing the saliva- drenched finger from my mouth, I lowered my hand and stuffed the dripping finger into my damp crotch and spread my exposed cunt lips wide apart for Chas to see.
“Ahhhh,” I gave out a small gasp, working the finger in a little deeper into my opening. “Had the boys heard anything?” I wondered, turning my head slightly to see. No, they all asleep and seemed unaware. Reassured, I pushed aside the top fold of the dress. With my other hand, I began pinching and rolling the hard nipple of one of my exposed breasts. “Oooooo,” I said very quietly. Chas was really going crazy, and I could tell it. He was trying to watch me as much as possible and still keep his eyes on the road. I could see the huge bulge in his trousers and playfully asked,
“Is there anything wrong, dear?” Turning slightly to the seats behind him,
Chas said, “Okay, fellas, I think now would be a good time.”
Someone hit the lever on my seat and the backrest quickly reclined, almost throwing me over into the back seat. Now lying nearly flat, I didn’t have time to react. Strong hands unsnapped my seatbelt and slid me effortlessly into the back seat and between the two laughing college guys. The seatback returned upright and I could feel a hand searching for the button on my dress. Instantly my dress was pulled wide apart and I sat now fully exposed between the two young men.
“So boys, what did you have in mind?” I asked playfully.
Two hands reached over from the seat behind me, grabbed my wrists and pulled my arms gently up over my head, pinning them to the back edge of my seat.
“Hey!”
I barely had time to utter, before the boy behind me who was pinning down my hands, leaned over the back of the seat. With his face on mine, he pressed his lips to mine, his tongue thrusting deep in my mouth. More strong hands slipped between my stocking-clad thighs and with one swift tug, they spread my legs wide apart. My ankles were now being held over the boy’s laps and pinned on the outside. I was pinioned, spread-eagle in the seat, as eager mouths now clamped to each of my naked breasts and began sucking.
“Uhmmmm,” I struggled to speak, but only mumbles came out of my tongue filled mouth.
I could feel busy fingers now working at my spread smooth shaven cunt, pulling my cunt lips apart and opening me even wider. Slowly, fingers from two different hands slipped easily inside my moist crease and began moving smoothly in and out.
“I guessed that you would try something like this on the trip, so the guys agreed to help me,” I heard Chas smugly say from the front seat.
“You should know dear, it’s not fair to tease a defenseless man who can’t do anything about it. So we thought we’d do a little turnabout for the next four hours. You’ll get to play, but you won’t get to come.”
And for the remainder of the drive, I lived through hours of pure torment. My dress and panties had now been compleatly removed, and I now only had on my stockings, garter belt and high heel shoes. Repeatedly, one of the boys would massage and rub my clit, working me right up to the brink of an orgasm, and then stop. At intervals, I would find my face buried in one of their laps, sucking on a swollen cock or licking ass, while a guy sitting behind me pounded his meat into my aching cunt or stretched rectum. But again, whenever I neared a climax, they would pull out, leaving me to cool off for a moment. Then, they would re-entered me, cum inside me and withdrew again before I could reach orgasm.
Pleeeeasse, let me cum!” I wailed. “YES! YES! I neeeed to cummmmm! Please!”
“Sorry,” Chas laughed. “Were just getting you ready. When we get to the farm, you’ll be so hot, that you’ll die to fuck something.”
“Oh, and don’t forget the whore likes it rough, likes the pain, so slap her around abit guys, ok,” Chas added.
Ok Chas,” one of them answered back.
“You hear that cunt, We’re to slap you around,” Chad said.
“Ummm, Yes.” I groaned.
Hands began to rain down on my naked flesh. My ass cheeks turned red. My body heaved as my tits were slapped over and over again, and as my face was slapped. A hand slapped my open cunt and I closed my legs automatically at the assult.
“Open your fucking legs bitch, we want to slap that well used cunt of yours,” Chad shouted.
I opened them and my cunt was immeadiatly spanked again. I groaned loud as several pairs of hands took their turn at slapping my abused cunt. I was told to pull my cunt lips apart, opening me up so they could rain blows down onto my exposed clit. I scream out in pain and extasy as they did.
And at no point in the trip was I allowed to have an orgasm. Occasionally, one boy would pump me hard in the ass, pull abruptly out, and roll me around, where another guy would quickly penetrate my cunt for several pumps. Then, diabolically, they would flip me again for more rapid pounding in my dilated asshole as I bucked and humped. They would then swap over. The one pounding my ass changed to my cunt, the other changed to pounding my cunt until I screamed out. Their hands would be slapping me, mauling my tits and my nipples would be pulled and twisted.
“That’s it, stick that ass up in the air to fuck, show them your tits and cunt. Let the people passing by outside see what a dirty cunt you are as we fuck you,” they said to me.
As trucks pulled alongside the car they made me open my legs wide and give the drivers a show of them ramming their fists in and out of my shaven cunt hole and slapping my tits.
They would tell me what a fucking slut I was, call me a dirty whore and cumdump. Tell me my cunt and asshole were made for fucking, and that my mouth was for sucking cock and empting cum into. And always, my hands were held tightly to keep me from touching myself and relieving myself. Repeatedly, the men took me to the very brink of my orgasm and ecstasy, then nothing. They would stop and leave me to cool down, writhing, moaning and suffering.
Frequent roadside stops allowed them all to switch places and drive or play with me. They even sold me to strangers at some of the stops, telling them they could fuck any of my holes and cum in me, but not to let me cum. I would be taken out of the car naked, where I let these men use my body on the roadside or in lorry cabs and in the filthy mens room at roadside cafes, where they fucked my ass and cunt, but never allowing me to cum.
Everybody would stand and watch as I walked with them, clad only my stockings and heels, and then be fucked by them. I heard Rob telling the men how the whore was his mum, so to fuck the slut hard, maul my tits and pull and twist my nipples or smack my ass, slap me around which they all did readily, and telling them what a piece of shit whore and piss drinking, cum swallowing slut I was.
The strangers all got such a kick out of fucking my ass, face down in the dirt or on the dirty piss covered floors of the mens toilets infront of my husband, son, and his mates. Even more so when I moaned out loud and told them to fuck my ass and cunt hard and deep because I was going to suck their cock dry after they had cum in me.
One guy roughly wanked me off by the car not caring I was naked and on show to anyone who came by.
“You want to fuck me here where anybody can see us,” I said to him
“You may be filthy whore who doesn’t care about showing people what a slutty piece of meathole you are, but I really don’t want to be seen fucking you in public,” he growled back at me.
He then dragged me to the gents toilet at the back of the run down petrol station and pushed me onto my knees on the toilet floor. He then thrust his cock into my mouth. After a few minuets he yanked me up by my hair and told me to bend over the dirty toilet bowl. I turned around, bent down and draped myself over the bowl, kneeling in the piss that was on the floor.
“Thats it, you fucking piece of cunt. I’m going to fuck the shit out of you now. Destroy your cummy asshole good.” he said to me.
“Go on then you fucking bastard, ream in out good. Fuck the shit out of it,” I shouted back at him.
He rammed his cock in hard to the hilt. I cried out loud.
“Thats it cunt, scream. Your where you belong, naked, on your knees in a dirty toilet selling your holes to whoever wants to pay a few quid to fuck them.” he went on at me as he fucked my ass and viciously mauled my tits.
“I bet you love having your husband and son and his mates seeing you naked on the piss covered floor of a mens toilet having your ass fucked good don’t you, you piece of shit, well don’t you slag,” he shouted at me and pulled harder on my tits.
“Fuck yes, I love it, and I know they all get a kick out of watching me getting fucked legless.” I gasped.
“I bet they all fuck your brains out as well, hey slapper,” he said.
“Yea, I’m always on my back naked and got my legs apart or my ass in the air for them, where ever we are,” I groaned.
“Yea, she loves fucking my mates and me infront of dad,” Rob said.
He soon cum, shooting large amounts of his seed deep in my bowls. I still had not cum myself. He pulled out, pulled me off the bowl and threw me onto the floor, pissed on me, then spat on me.
“Tell you what guys, I”d love to see him fuck his mum, ten quid do it,” he said.
“I, ok then mate,” Chas said.
Rob pulled me back up off the floor, pulled me outside around a corner and told me to lay across some waste bins. I did as I was told and he ordered me to open my legs. As soon as my cummy cunt was exsposed he dropped his shorts and ploughed his hard cock into me up to the hilt. He pounded away, stopping now and then so I did not cum.
“Talk dirty to her,” the guy said to Rob.
Rob began to talk dirty to me, calling me a slut and a piss whore. Telling me what a big cunt I had, and how I must of had hundreds of cocks pounding it over the years. Telling me how he loved to watch his mates fuck my ass and cunt, and piss over me. He also told me how they would all love to see me have a huge gangbang where at least a hundred men would use all my holes and wank and piss over me. I told he as he fucked me that I would love to put on that show for them all.
He then speeded up fucking me hard and roughly mauling and slapping my tits and twisting my nipples until he shot his warm cum into my waiting cunt, then another load over my belly and tits. He then pulled me onto my knees and told me to suck him clean. I drained every last drop. The guy then paid Chas and told him that was quite something to see.
“Fucking filthy piss whore. Good for fucking and nothing else I recon.” he said to me, then walked off.
I got up off the ground and washed some of the mess off me at a tap outside the toilet then walked back to the car with the guys, cum running out of my asshole and down my legs. They guys were telling me how they had enjoyed the show. I told them I had enjoyed putting it on. Chas and Rob said they would have to organise the gangbang for me.
During the rest of the journey all of the college guys, including Rob and all the guys from the other car, and Chas swapped positions numerous times throughout the trip and when they finally drove up to the farm, everyone was well satisfied. Everyone, that is, except me. Where as all the guys had cum numerous times during the journey, I was a picture of pent up sexual frustration.
“Boys, she’s so hot, she’d fuck a fence post,” Chas said to the group, mockingly, getting to the farm hand mode as they all climbed out of the van.
They all laughed. I got out and slipped my dress back on.
“Yea, and probably fuck anything that walks on two or four legs as well,” Rob said.
More laughing.
“Great! Great! The rest of the group’s arrived!” bellowed Bob, the farm owner, as we all walked into the lodge house.
A portly, gray-haired man, Bob and his diminutive, leathery-skinned wife, Harriett, reminded me of a couple who should be running a crop farm or a bed and breakfast, rather than a sex resort. Chas introduced us all, and told Bob and Harriet how they had warmed me up on the journey ready for the show, and how I had a cunt, ass, and belly full of cum to show for it. They both laughed and said they were glad to hear it. Bob added he was looking forward to adding his cum to my ass and cunt later as well.
Introductions were made all around and we met the other three couples with whom we would be sharing the session. We met Emma and Phil, a short, slim couple in their 40’s and Jerry and Rita, a mismatched couple if ever there were one, I thought. Jerry was well into his 60’s, very tall at six foot eight, with gray haired and a pencil thin body. Rita, his wife, on the other hand, was a hefty Midwest girl in her twenties with peroxide-white hair. The last couple introduced startled me a bit, as I recalled their faces from photos and movies on the farm website.
“This here is LeAnn and Roy,” Bob boomed gleefully.
“Why hell, they’re such regulars here, we feel like they’re family. “Cept they keep throwin’ money at us, trying to buy the place and the horses.”
I smiled as I greeted the stunning blonde. Her enormous breasts, as I knew from the photos, were obvious implants with no sign of subtlety. They were at least 44 inches, but stood unnaturally, albeit awkwardly, straight out. Her full, pouting lips were obviously the result of collagen injections. But what I noticed more than LeAnn’s huge breasts and lips were the diamonds – a necklace, bracelet, earrings, and rings – all huge, all real. Her clothes were tailored and expensive. I guessed Roy to be an ex- footballer with this, his trophy wife toy. In his 30’s, he was tanned, health club fit and very handsome, with a heavy Southwest accent when he spoke.
“M’aam,” Roy said smoothly, as he shook my hand.
“Really lookin’ forward to watchin’ you ride that stallion.”
“Well,” said Bob, jumping in. “I guess that takes us right to it, don’t it! So you all unpack and come on out to the barn. Fellas, don’t forget to bring your cameras, but remember, no flashes. Spooks the horses, and I’m sure the ladies don’t much like it either,” he said laughing.
Within minutes, the place looked like a nudist camp, with everyone running around naked and rushing out to the barn. I bumped into LeAnn in the hallway, both of us naked, clad only in our high heels.
“I have a small confession to make. We’re not here accidentally this time,” LeAnn said after they had chatted for a minute.
“Bob showed us some photos your Chas sent to him, so we asked Bob to let us know if you ever decided to come. That’s why Roy was really hot to see you. And…, well, so was I.”
The blonde looked down at my shaved cunt and added, “You’ll have a lot of fun with that today.” and gently stroked my moist cunt.
“ummm, I’m sure I will,” I replied, now feeling that the conversation had grown a bit sexier.
LeAnn asked, “May I?”
Without a word, the buxom blonde dropped to her knees in the hallway as I spread my legs. In a second, LeAnn had buried her head between my legs. I moaned as she lapped at my juicy cunt until I cum.
I started to say “Thank you,” but before I could, LeAnn stood up and pressed her body firmly against mine and kissed me.
LeAnn put her hand onto my pubic mound, then slipped one, two, three, and finally four fingers into my generous, dripping cunt, still filled with the boy’s cum from the trip. Breaking the kiss and slipping her hand out from inside of my slit, LeAnn smiled saying,
“Just wanted to make sure you won’t have any problems with the horse, and you shouldn’t with that big well used cunt. Don’t worry, honey, it’ll be fun.”
At that, LeAnn turned and walked down the hall. I wasn’t embarrassed, at what LeAnn had just done, nor that she must of felt all of the cum still inside her. Obviously, LeAnn had known what the globs of sticky cream were.
“What was that all about,” said Chas, walking up to me in the hall, after observing the scene with LeAnn.
“I thought I was going to have a heart attack, right there. I’ve never seen that much tit pressed together, except in my dreams,” he said jokingly.
“Well,” I replied. “I think I was just measured, fitted, and approved for the afternoon activities,” I said smiling, as we walked down the hall and out to the barn.
Everyone had gathered outside the barn, as the cluster of naked people milled around waiting for Bob. The men all carried video cameras and Chas had loaned Rob and the college guys some of his extra equipment. I thought that I was not going to have any problem with this, but when I saw my son, Rob, standing there, stark naked with a video camera around his neck, preparing to film me having sex with a horse, I instantly wanted to run.
“It’s okay, sweetie. Trust me,” came the voice at my shoulder. There stood LeAnn, comforting me and noticing that I was staring across at son Rob.
“What’s wrong, Honey?” LeAnn asked. “Did you bring your husband and your lover to the same party?”
“You have no idea. Even worse,” I replied. “Husband…” I said, pointing to Chas, “…and son,” shifting to point to Rob.
“All right!” LeAnn said. “Well, you folks really are going to have a good time, aren’t you?”
After a moment, LeAnn added, her smile now becoming slightly menacing,
“Well, the biggest thing is that you all enjoy yourself. And I can sure help there.”
Then she disappeared into the crowd. I was now confused and a little bit worried about what seemed to come out as a threat from LeAnn. Then I shrugged it off, figuring that I had just read it the wrong way.
Soon Bob and Harriett emerged from the barn leading a brown stallion and brought the animal to rest in front of the group.
“We thought y’all would like a little lesson in animal husbandry,” Bob said, “so for those who’ve never seen one, we’d like to show you what the ladies are about to enjoy. We just need one of the ladies to help us out.”
Without a second’s hesitation, Kari’s voice shot out of the crowd.
“Oh, pleaseeee!! Me! Me! I’ll help. Please, can I?” And at that, she came bounding out of the crowd.
“Why, yes M’aam, you sure can. Just settle down and don’t move quite so fast around the animals,” Bob drawled, as if he were a game show host. “Now just come down here and do as I say.”
Kari dropped down below the horse and for the next few minutes followed Bob’s instructions and he directed her to rub the animal while Harriet waved a small cloth under its nose.
“We just help things along with a little mare scent. And these animals have been well trained, so they know what this is all about. If Mr. Ed ever shows up, he can tell us whether they prefer fucking the ladies or other horses,” Bob drawled.
Waves of laughter erupted in the crowd. I could tell that that was a standard joke that Bob used for every one of these parties. I had the odd feeling that I was on an amusement park tour. Within moments, the horse’s massive pink cock began emerging from the sheath and Bob directed Kari to rub gently and then start to suck. True to form, Kari didn’t hesitate and slipped the huge black, mushroom shaped head of the horse’s cock into her mouth. I looked around and noticed that the men in the group were now all sporting rigid cocks as they watched Kari perform. Some of the men were photographing the action. I also noted that the few women in the group were helping some of the guys out and were sucking on any available cock. Emma was locked onto the cock of her husband Phil, while Rita’s head bobbed up and down on one of the college boy’s rigid member.
I turned around looking to find Chas but saw LeAnn kneeling in front of her son, Rob, her mouth and cheeks stuffed full with the boy’s prick. LeAnn had both of her hands wrapped around the boy’s ass and was rapidly slamming his hips into her face, as his cock disappeared into her full lips. Her husband, Roy, was nearby, not photographing Kari and the horse like the others, but taking pictures of LeAnn sucking Rob. I looked back to Kari and was now amazed as she saw the gigantic, fully erect horse cock swaying beneath the animal and the young girl struggling with the massive member.
“My God, that thing’s huge,” I murmured to myself, amazed not only the length of it, but more by the width.
“There’s no way she’s going to take all that in her mouth.” I murmered to myself.
Kari was able to get the head and four inches down her throat comfortably, but more was just not possible. After several minutes of frantic sucking, Kari was about to quit, when suddenly the girl’s mouth erupted, filled with milky horse cum. I watched as Kari clamped down with her mouth, attempting to swallow all of the enormous discharge and for a moment appeared to be succeeding. In a moment, the girl’s moth exploded again, covering her face and drenching her in a shower of horse semen. Kari coughed and gagged as she tried to recover from the torrent of milky liquid running down her chin and onto her chest.
“Well, as you can see, everything with horses is on a bigger scale,” Bob said to the group, as he helped Kari up. “Some are bigger than others, some will produce more semen than others. Sorta like men,” he quipped. “Two or three cups of semen is about normal, but I’ve got one that, I swear, will give over two quarts. So let’s all head on into the barn, shall we.”
Inside the barn, bright lights illuminated the large open area. Only an inclined, wooden platform filled the vacant area and all of the lights seem to illuminate and focus on that one spot. The platform was padded and had worn leather handles on one end. I instantly recognized the raised area from the photos on the Internet. I remembered how hot I had first become watching the short video of LeAnn being fucked by a horse on that very platform. I could feel myself growing a little weak in the knees at the thought of being up there myself, while the group looked on, ogled and photographed me.
As Harriet, Bob’s wife, led a large brown stallion out from the stable area and near the platform, word spread throughout the crown that Emma, the petite wife of Phil, had upon seeing Kari choke on the massive horse cock, chickened out and was now just another spectator. So that left me and the plump girl, Rita. It was Rita who spoke up and wanted to go first. Cameras began clicking and whirring as Rita awkwardly climbed up on the platform, grabbed the leather handles and waited with her large, round ass sticking up in the air. Leaving the horse for a moment, Harriet moved over to Rita.
“Relax Honey,” Harriet said, as she smeared a handful of slimy substance on Rita’s exposed cunt and repositioned her legs, spreading them a little wider apart.
“This stuff will get him up and it’ll sure make it a hell of a lot more comfortable for you,” the old woman explained, as she worked her tanned fingers into the young woman’s spread vaginal folds.
With that, she walked back to the horse, took its reins and walked it over to the platform. The horse paused momentarily, sniffed at the protruding buttocks in front of it, then lurched forward. With both forelegs up on the platform, the animal shuffled its hind legs into position. With a nonchalance that comes from repetition, Harriet grabbed the massive black and pink erection that swung below the animal and pressed it against the woman’s greasy sex lips.
“Okay, here we go,” Harriet warned and steered the huge prick into the opening.
“AHHHHHHH!” the young woman shrieked and began shaking her ass from side to side, attempting to dodge the invading cock.
“Hang in there, Honey! You’ll get used to him in a minute,” Harriet comforted, as she steadied the woman’s wildly swing ass.
Slowly four inches of the giant pink tube slid forward and disappeared as Rita continued to whimper. I watched the scene unfold before my eyes and was about to turn and walk out of the barn when I felt familiar arm wrap around my naked waist. It was Chas, there as if on cue to provide reassurance.
“So what do you think now? You still up for this?” Chas questioned, as he nodded in the direction of the platform, Rita, and the horse.
I remained silent, pondering my response, when I felt his hand slip from around my waist, down around my ass, between my legs and start massaging my swollen cunt.
“You were such a hot slut on the way down here,” Chas whispered in my ear. “And you know how much you like being a hot slut, don’ you?”
I remained silent.
“Don’t you? You want to show everybody what a slut you are, don’t you?” Chas whispered.
“Yes,” I said softly.
“Yes, what?” Chas pressed.
“Yes, I’m a slut and I want everybody here to know it,” I quietly replied.
Chas kissed me deeply and I could feel his fingers spreading my swollen cunt lips apart. I felt a quick thrust from behind as Chas spread me open. A rigid cock slipped between my ass cheeks from behind and worked deep into my spread opening. Chas pressed his mouth hard against mine as the cock drove deep into my dampness and then began a steady pumping.
“Ohhhhh,” I moaned as Chas broke the kiss.
I could feel his hand still rubbing and spreading my hot cunt, opening me up for the penetration from behind. I turned slightly and saw Chad’s glowing face as he pumped away.
“Look at that,” Chas again whispered into my ear. ” Look at that hot horse cock. You really want that, don’t you?” Chas said, nodding in the direction of the platform. “Chad, you want to see Kathy fuck a horse, don’t you?”
Chad leaned forward and nibbled on my ear as he continued to pound his cock into me from behind.
“Yes, oh God yes! You’re the hottest slut I’ve ever seen. I can’t wait to see all of that big dick in this big hot cunt of yours, all the guys want to see you fucked by it, film you so Rob can show all the guys back at college what a sexy slut he has for a mum.” Chad murmured in my ear.
My head was spinning as the voices poured into my ears. I looked out with half open eyes to see the brown stallion dismounting. Rita had taken eight inches of the beast and called it off, unable to take any more. I saw the chunky young woman climb down, her face streaming with tears as many in the crowd applauded. Now fears flooded into my mind and I was about to scream, ending this bizarre dream, when another erect cock pressed hard against my belly. Agile fingers began manipulating and rubbing my rigid clit, and a new voice filled my ear. It was Rob, my son, now rubbing his swollen cock against me, as Chas and Chad now pressed hard against my shaking body, as I was sandwiched tightly between the three, unable to move, unable to think.
“You can do this, Mum. All the guys were saying what a hot fuck you were on the way here, how they all fucked you, how you loved their cocks up your ass and cunt, and how many cocks you sucked and swallowed their cum. We all so much want to show the guys at college what a slut and good fuck you are as well ,” Rob whispered.
All the while he was rubbing my clit as chad fucked me. Chas was squeezing my tits and pinching and twisting my nipples.
“Yes, so do I as well, son. I want them all to see me naked being gangfucked and taking horses cocks up my cunt,” I moaned.
Kari walked over to us.
“You want to see Kathy fucked by the horse as well don’t you luv,” Rob said to Kari.
“Ummmm, oh yes. I really want to see that huge cock dissapearing up your big slutty cunt. I want to hear you scream and moan as it bores you out. I love watching you being well used,” she said to me and kissed me, her tongue darting into my mouth.
I could taste the horse,s cum in her mouth and moaned as she joined Rob,s hand playing and fingering my shaven cunt. Rob began to rapidly rub my hard clit and play with my nipples along with Kari,s fingers probing alongside Chad,s cock, as he poured encouragement in my ear from one side and Chas from the other with Chad whispering from behind.
“Chas should hire you out to some dirty, rundown backalley whorehouse, where your kept naked and sold to any guy or down and out for a couple of pounds who wants to shove his cock into any of your well used holes,” Chad said.
“Yes, that’s right, your made for fucking, dad ought to keep you naked and ready for us to fuck all the time so we can come and use your holes, shoot our cum into them when ever we want to. This cunt,s made for that horse,s cock, isn’t it mum,” Rob added as he pushed a few fingers into my cunt along side Kari,s as well as Chad.s cock.
“Yes, yes, it is, and you and any of your mates can come and strip me naked and play with or fuck my holes, use me as your cumdump whenever you want, and yes, I ought to be in a whorehouse,” I gasped back at him.
“Rob lifted my one leg up to his waist and then spread my ass cheeks.
“Look at all that cum in you ass, see how easily my cock slips in,” he said as he slid his cock up my ass and began to fuck it.
I groand out loud as I was fucked in both holes and had my cunt and tits played with by Kari and Chas.
“You want to cum, don’t you whore. You’ve wanted to all day. All the time our hard cocks were filling you with cum. So, now’s your chance. Go let it all out! show everybody here what a cumslut and a whore you are, show them what a first class fuck you are and take all that horses cock up your big cunt.” Chas said and in one swift motion, Chad and Rob,s cocks popped out of my cunt and ass and I was propelled forward.
“All right. Here’s our next little lady,” Harriet called out.
“And she’s already warmed up, as I’ve been told she,s had a dozen or more men fuck her on the way here, and she’s never happier than when she’s naked, on her back, legs apart, with a cock between them. wether it be from the two or four legged variety.” Harriet carried on telling the crowd.
Everyone in the crowd hooted and clapped, having all witness my preliminary with Chad and the others.
“So, fellas, get your cameras goin’ ’cause this slut should be a good one.”
I walked over to the platform, as if in a daze and was about to crawl up when I saw a huge black station emerge from the stable area. Leading the huge beast was LeAnn, with a huge smile on her face, her magnificent breasts, bouncing with each stride. The two closed in on me and when the blonde was next to me, LeAnn stopped.
“I saved the best for you, sweetie. This fella’s the biggest they got here. Hell, even I’ve never been able to take all of him. And sweetie, I’m there best there is at this,” LeAnn said, her smile blurring to become a sneer.
“So get your old ass up there, ’cause I’m really enjoy this.”
I stared at her, first in confusion, then in anger. Then I shifted my gaze over to the horse, a giant, looming, black beast. I looked back to LeAnn, then again to the horse and stepped next to the stallion. I leaned over and in a mock whisper into the animal’s ear, said in a voice loud enough to be heard by all said,
“Let’s fuck, stud, and let me show this bitch how to fuck horse,s. I’ve been wanting to cum all day!”
With that, I climbed up on the platform, grabbed the leather handles and began wiggling my ass in the air. The stable erupted in applause as I seemingly teased the horse, spreading my legs and gyrating my hips. But I knew it wasn’t the horse I was teasing, but LeAnn. And the blonde knew it also.
LeAnn dipped her hand in a container of the mare-scented lubricant and walked over to my bobbing backside.
“Like I said, I’m really gonna’ enjoy this,” LeAnn hissed and smeared the slimy mixture all over my swollen cunt lips.
LeAnn grabbed the horse’s reins and in seconds had the animal looming over me, his enormous cock now fully extended from its sheath. I looked back to see almost fifteen inches of horse cock swaying wildly behind me. The huge black mushroom head was all I could focus on as I instantly regretted my decision to go ahead with this. Then LeAnn stepped in and with both hands wrapped around the gigantic organ, positioned it against my slippery opening. With a firm push, LeAnn jammed the huge shaft forward and the bulbous black head and six inches of the shaft split wide the resisting labia folds and disappeared inside.
“OHHHHHH,” I groaned, as the air was driven out of my body.
I wanted to scream but bit my lip instead. My body felt as if it was being ripped apart under the pressure inside me. I could not imagine anything that wide being put inside me. I was about to call out and stop this from going any further, when I looked up and saw LeAnn grinning with perverse pleasure, a look of satisfaction on her face. At that moment, I knew that there was no turning back on this one. I tried to remain still for a moment and give my crammed cunt a chance to accommodate the giant inside me but the horse had other ideas.
Relieved at first, I thought it was over and the horse had changed his mind. I felt the huge bulk begin to slide out of me, then a real sense of terror as, without warning, the beast reversed and plunged even deeper.
“Ahhhh,” I moaned and tried to shift forward as much as I could.
Again the animal began to withdraw. I could only think of the birthing of my children as the only conceivable time when that much flesh was moving out of my body, like a giant plug being pulled. And just as quickly the horse lunged forward and sunk deeper into me. Finally, after several minutes, I felt like I could breathe and was going to survive this. I marveled for a split second at the elasticity of the female vagina as I began to feel a moment of pleasure, rather than just pain.
I saw the crowd around me, the lights, the cameras rolling, stiff cocks waving about and all of the faces turned on me. Sweating faces, lust filled faces, all focused on me. Grasping the leather handles tightly, I actually began to push backwards, driving the enormous rod deeper into my womb. Then I pulled with my arms and felt the monster inside me withdraw. Then I pushed myself down, each time allowing the giant tube of flesh to sink deeper and deeper. And I knew that I still had some depth to go before an end was reached inside me.
Steve’s huge cock had gone deeper than the horse was now, but this damn thing had to be over four inches wide and I felt like I was going to be ripped in two at any moment. But gradually, each time I pushed my upturned ass against the animal, I could feel his belly on my back, the sweat dripping off of me and each time the cock went deeper still. Lunge after lunge, I could feel the huge member sink deeper and deeper. Within minutes I was driving my own body back and forth, and all of the pain was gone. There was only the ecstasy, the endorphins, the adrenaline and the lust.
I rode like a wild woman, howling and shrieking with pleasure. I could feel the heat and abrasion under my knees as I bucked madly back and forth, now totally unaware that anyone was watching, photographing, or within miles of me and the horse.
“YES! YES! FUUUUCCCCCKKK MEEEEEE!” I wailed. “YESSSS! YEEEESSSS! I’M GOOOOOINNNGGGTOOOOCOOOOMMMMMEEEE!!!” I shrieked.
All of the passion and heat, stored from a whole day of sexual teasing and torment, flooded out. I came with a fury unmatched by anything that I had ever felt before. The huge cock was relentless and it was all mine to ride. My head flew from side to side as my orgasm consumed me and my body shook and twitched.
“YEEESSSS. YEEESSSSS. YESSSS,” I groaned, as the spasms wrenched through me, flowing from the epicenter of my body, my cunt.
I wanted to collapse as the tremors began to subside but only then realized that my body was still impaled on fifteen inches of rigid horse meat. And while I had experienced the earth shattering orgasm, the stallion was still there, still hard, and still lurching into my depths. Weak from exhaustion and out of breath, I mustered up enough strength to pull myself upward on the inclined platform and hopefully disengage from the animal. But no matter how far up I pulled myself using the leather handles, the massive cock kept receding but would not come out. I could not believe how much of the animal’s prick had been buried in my body.
“AHHH!” I exhaled, and gave one large push backward hoping that would give me the bounce upward to withdraw.
But I felt the strangest thing. The horse only drove deeper still, and for the first time I could feel its massive balls slap against my upturned ass. And then I felt something else. Not sensing it or not even wanting it, I could feel my body twitch and start to shake again.
“Oh, God, no. Not another one,” I thought to myself as I felt my abdomen contract and my hips spasm.
I felt like I was going to pass out as my body began to sway and tremble, moving from side to side as the massive organ reamed around inside me. My vision became a blur as my head flailed violently to and fro. The sounds in my ears became one large roar – my pulse pounding, the echoes of my moans resounding inside the stable, cameras whirlling, and the wet smacking sounds of the animal’s balls against my greasy ass.
“OHHHHHH, GOD! I’M GOING TO CCUUUUUMMMMM AAGGGAAAIIIINNNNNNN” I wailed, as I felt the tremendous eruption inside me.
I was totally unprepared for the explosion, as a torrent of slimy juice flowed into me until there was no more room and began pouring out in gush after gush. I could feel the steaming liquid pouring into my battered depths, then spilling out, down my trembling legs and pooling on the platform. I was sure that at least a gallon of horse cum had been pumped into my sweating, tired body. Then, I felt the huge horse cock rapidly withdrew from inside me, and as if I was a puppet having my strings cut,
I collapsed in a heap on the platform. I lay motionless for what seemed like an eternity, and then stirred as the stable erupted in applause. Cheers and shouts filled the building and I tried to lift my head, move, or anything that would signal that I had survived. I could feel rivulets of sweat dripping off my face, more torrents streaming off my naked body. I turned my head slightly to catch sight of LeAnn and her husband, Roy, moving out of the crowd and coming over near me.
The two seemed to be whispering together in an animated and rather heated discussion than stopped as suddenly as it began. Without a word, LeAnn came over to me, rolled me over on my back, and positioned my limp body on the edge of the platform. LeAnn spread my legs apart and pressed her face into my sopping cunt. LeAnn began lapping and slurping the dripping ooze that flowed out of my swollen opening. Roy turned and spoke awkwardly to the rest of the surprised group.
“Folks, got a little confession to make. When I saw this lovely lady today, I knew she was gonna’ put on a helluva show. Ride that boy like he’d never been ridden before, like nobody we’ve ever seen here at the ranch. LeAnn, here, didn’t think so. She went so far as to say that Kathy wouldn’t take more than 12 inches. So, we made a little bet, and … well…, and as you can see, now’s time for LeAnn to pay up. Chas, Kathy, we’d just love for you two to join us for a little party at our place in the south. We’ll all have a good time and it’ll be our way of sayin’ thanks. Our helicopter is just down the outside. And for the rest of you all, fellas, just step right up here, cause that’s part of the payoff too.”
With that, Roy gestured to the upturned backside of LeAnn as she leaned, straight legged, over the platform and devoured my cunt, her massive breasts hanging beneath her. There was a brief pause, then a stampede of men rushed forward, as one stiff cock after another lined up behind LeAnn.
I looked up and grinned as I saw Chas smiling back at me, second in line, followed by son Rob, then Chad and the rest of the boys. “Oh, this should be good,” I thought to myself, and then laid my head back, closed my eyes and relaxed. I was really enjoying the attention that the beautiful blonde was now paying to my clit.
Ooooooo, that’s nice, honey,” I purred to LeAnn. “Do more of that. get your tounge right up inside,” I told her and pulled her face hard into my gaping soggy cunt hole.
We left the next day for Roy,s place, so that evening was spent relaxing after my hard days fucking. Although before we left I let Bob and Harriet, and the rest of the guests there give me a good hard fucking. Chas took some more video on Rob,s camera at Roy,s place of me getting a lot of cock and having my tits, cunt, and ass smacked by all the guys at Roy,s party, women on women action, and of me fucking some dogs and horses for the guests and being pissed on. Chas loved it, watching me bent over a chair arm and a line of naked men behind taking turns gang fucking my ass. I moaned and cried out loud from that at the roughness of it and me cumming over and over again. They all pounded my ass as hard as they could, ramming their cocks right up to the hilt. They used my hair and tits as leverage to pull themselves in as deep as they could. Their cocks would sometimes slip out and slide up my cunt. They would then pound my cunt for a short while before ramming it back up my asshole. They all had no regard for me, I was just a cumslut meathole for them to fuck and empty their cum into.
The women there gave me a right good fisting as well, right up past their wrists,especialy LeAnn, who was getting her own back I guess. I was also filmed being pissed over by all the guests there as I lay on the ground outside. Roy and LeAnn had told us before we left that as we were the newbies, they had given me special treatment, and how they and all the guests had enjoyed my show and having me. I was the best slut they had ever seen. I thanked them for the compliment.
So Rick, and his mates got their porno film of me to show at their wild parties. A couple of weeks later he phoned to say I had gone down a treat at the parties they had been to, and everybody had said what a fucking whore and cumslut he had for a mum, but loads of the guys and women were dying to meet me. Maybe I should have to star at one of his parties soon, I had told him. He had replied how about next week, I said ok, why not. HaHa.
A couple of days later he phoned and said they had hired a barn for the weekend from a farmer around there. They had got it cheap as part of the deal was for him to fuck me first and to watch me fuck his dogs and one of his horses after. Rob said that since our session that first night where I had told him I had fucked fifty guys, he was organising the mamouth fuck with atleast a hundred guys over the weekend. He said that Rick and himself recond I could easily fuck that amount. I laughed and said only one hundred. Well then slut we’ll have to see what we can do and make that two hundred, we’re going to make sure you have the shit fucked out of you, he replied. Thats more like it, I can’t wait. Got to go know, a few of Chas,s mates are here waiting to fuck me. I said and laughed as I rung off.

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Alternative Trio Pt. 1

In the middle of my tenth grade year in high school, my family moved to a new town. My
Dad got a promotion, and we could now afford to live in an area that was a little more affluent. I
was glad to leave the redneck area I grew up in, where my style and tastes just didn’t fit in .
I had few friends, and most of them didn’t really share my interests. And what’s more, I
had no girlfriends there, and was still a virgin.
I walked into my social studies class that morning; got a few nasty looks from what looked to be the
“popular” jock crowd. I was wearing my Sonic Youth t-shirt, and heard someone comment, ‘oh great another
one of those punk rock weirdos”. I now thought that this move sure hadn’t changed anything for the better.
I found a seat in the back near two sort of goth looking girls. Both were quite pretty, but seemed like the other outcasts in the room. “Great shirt man”, said the taller thin one. “Daydream Nation is awesome. I’m Deirdre, and this is my best friend Kathy” .
Deirdre had shoulder length black hair, a red skirt with fishnet stockings and combat boots on her long, slender legs. Kathy was short, just slightly plump. Her black hair was shorter, kind of a 1920’s flapper kind of style. She wore a Bauhaus t-shirt with black jeans and red Doc Martens .
“I’m Rick, just moved here”, I said kind of shyly.
When the bell rang and class was over, they asked me what other classes I had, and when I went to lunch. Kathy said, “so you like Sonic Youth, do you play ?”
“A little”, I said. “I have a bass and an amp that my uncle gave me when he quite playing. I fool around with it from time to time”
“Cool”, said Deirdre. “Kathy writes songs and plays guitar. I play drums. We need a bass player to have like a real band. Do you want to try playing with us someday”.
“Sure”, I said. “But I’m not real good, still learning”
“Well so are we”, Kathy said. “We have fun. You are probably the only other person into punk in this stupid jock and Barbie girl school.”
It turned out that we had lunch at the same time. We were the only three people seated at a big cafeteria table. The popular crowd looked at us from time to time and snickered. But we didn’t pay much attention. We talked more about getting together and playing. We made plans to get together one evening in Kathy’s basement. Her house was a few streets over from me.
We got together and played a couple evenings each week and it was fun. At lunch one day Kathy said, “You know with the school year ending , we’ll have a lot more time for playing. We could rehearse every day while my parents are at work, and not get yelled at to turn it down and shit. We could be ready to play one of those all ages shows downtown at The Loft in no time. My cousin’s boyfriend books shows down there and could get us in.”
So in June, when school let out I found myself with Kathy and Deirdre every day. We wrote stuff, recorded our jams and were becoming closer friends each day. One afternoon, when we decided to take a break, Deirdre said, “Man Kath, it’s so fucking hot today we ought to jump in your pool. We haven’t been in it yet this Summer.”
“Sure”, Kathy said. “Let’s go. You wanna get in pool too, right Rick.”
“I can run home real quick and get a swimsuit, be back in fifteen minutes”, I said.
“Oh fuck that”, Deirdre said. “When me and Kath go swimming in the daytime, we don’t need no stinkin’ swimsuits, do we Kath ?”
“My yard has a privacy fence, so us girls usually skinny dip when my folks aren’t home”, Kathy said in a cute, almost shy way.
I could feel my dick starting to get hard, picturing these two goth punk cuties bare ass jumping in the pool.
“‘Well shit I’m ready,” said Deirdre, as she took off her t-shirt. She didn’t wear a bra, and now stood, topless in black shorts and Doc Marten boots. Her tits weren’t very big, put she had a gorgeous, slender figure. Then she stepped out of the black athletic shorts revealing her pussy, which was shaved except for a little strip. I’m sure she could see my eyes focusing on it, and the bulge in my jeans growing. She sat on her drum stool and removed her boots and socks.
Her long toes had black nail polish, and she had perfect pink soles. “Now I’m really, really ready”, she announced with a giggle. “Come on man”, she said to me.
I looked over to my left and Kathy had started disrobing, a little more slowly than Deirdre.” Underneath her t-shirt she had a black bra. She removed the bra, revealing little puffy teenage tits, with large aureole
She was small, just around five feet tall, about nine inches shorter than Deirdre. She was slightly chubby, but not fat, just cute teenage girl baby fat. She removed her Converse All Stars, showing her petite little toes with nails painted red. Like Deirdre she had pale, perfect skin. Finally her shorts came off revealing a pussy shaved just like Deidre’s. “We shaved each other when I spent the night
last Friday. So we have twin pussies now. We each have a little Mohawk down there see. Punk pussies”,Deirdre said. “Do you like it?” She pointed to the little strip of pubic hair above her teenage pussy.
“Are you sure it’s OK if I swim…. uhhh naked I said”, almost in a state of shock. Remember I’ve never been with a naked teenage girl, and here I am with two little hotties, who are both now completely nude. I’m a little nervous They both laughed at my question.
“Goddamnit, you’ve already got to see BOTH of us naked already. The show ain’t free. Come on”, Deirdre said laughing the whole time.
I got undressed. My dick was pitching a tent in my briefs. “Somebody likes what he sees” Deirdre said. “Don’t be embarassed, you’re a cute, straight guy, you are supposed to get hard when you see naked girls.” I pulled down my shorts and I could see them both checking out my pulsating cock.
Kathy opened the patio door and we headed out to the pool. The girls went first. They ran side by side and jumped in. I walked through the door checking out the yard. Yes there was at least a ten foot high privacy fence surrounding the yard. Phewww, good thing I thought.
“Come on in”, said Kathy. Her and Deirdre were in the middle of the pool embracing one another. I jumped in and joined them. Kathy and Deirdre kissed each other; this was another shocker for me. “Don’t worry, we’re not real hardcore lesbians or any thing, but we do fool around with each other once in awhile when we get horny”, Deirdre said .
“We still like guys just fine”, Kathy said. “Come over here, lets have a band hug.”
So there I am, a sixteen year old virgin being embraced by two gorgeous, very naked girls in a pool. It was heaven.
Then Kathy, who initially appeared to be the shy girl, began to French Kiss me while I felt Deirdre’s hand grasp my hard dick and begin to stroke. “His dick stays so nice and hard, you’ve got to touch it Kath.” I felt Kathy’s palm first brush the head of my cock, sending a shiver
through my body. Then Deirdre released my shaft and rubbed her hand across my stomach and chest and Kathy held my fully engorged cock in her little hand.
“She’s never been fucked by a guy before”, Deirdre whispered in my ear. “You can be her first; she always tels me how much she likes you. We’re best friends, and we share everything. We can share your dick. too. Kath, why don’t we go back in your house ?”
We got out of the pool, drying off hastily, racing back in the house to finish what we started. We went up to Kathy’s bedroom. We laid in her bed. I was between her and Deirdre. Kathy once again began kissing me, while Deirdre began sucking my cock. She was good at it, I thought I would explode, but she would stop each time I was near coming. Then she said, “Sit back and watch for a few minutes.
She straddled Kathy’s face, and the two began licking each other’s pussy. The girls were both very turned on. They switched positions after a few minutes with Kathy on top for awhile. I laid back watching occasionally stroking my dick. ” Then Deidre said to Kathy, “I think somebody’s ready”, Kathy nodded. “Me too”, said Deirdre.
The girls turned their attention back to me. Kathy laid back with her legs spread while Deirdre sat up. Kathy lightly stroked her own clit with one finger. “Do you want to fuck her first”, said Deirdre. “Don’t worry, we’re both on birth control . We had this planned for weeks now. This is why we didn’t suggest going swimming before.”
I climbed on top of Kathy nervously. This was going to be my first time, but I didn’t say anything about it to them. Although they were both gorgeous, I especially had a thing for Kathy; she was more my type. But if both wanted to fuck me, I wasn’t going to stand in their way.
Slowly I penetrated Kathy’s pussy. She was very tight and I wanted her to be as comfortable as possible. I then broke her cherry and she winced, causing me to pull out a little. “Sweetie, it’s going to get better”, Deirdre told her.
I gently reinserted my cock in the pleasantly plump, diminutive goth girl. She seemed as though she was enjoying it more now. Deirdre was stroking Kathy’s hair and lightly kissing her while I fucked her. “Why don’t you get on top him”, Deirdre instructed Kathy. ‘It might feel even better.”
I rolled off of her. Then she straddled my cock while Deirdre got behind her and massaged her little tits. Then Deirdre said to me, “Would you like to eat my pussy while you fuck her”. I did not protest, and the five foot nine , slender, raven haired beauty put her
young twat in my face. She licked Kathy’s clit as she was riding my cock, which her long tongue would occasionally touch as well. I couldn’t hold off anymore and my cock exploded cum inside Kathy’ s pussy. Me we both out of breath.
Kathy then got off of me, and Deirdre said, “Look he’s got your cherry all over his beautiful dick. Let’s suck it and taste the both of you mixed together. Both girls tongued my cock which was covered in a mixture of cum and virgin pussy blood . They alternated between licking my cock and kissing one another. Then they stopped, and Deirdre said to Kathy, “You’re a big girl now man. How does it feel ?”
” It was great”, said Kathy smiling. She turned to me and said, “I guess by now you figured out that Deidre isn’t a virgin like me”.
“I had a boyfriend for a little while last year”, met him at a Black Flag show down at The Loft. He popped my cherry. But I’d like to feel you inside me too”.
With those words my cock was getting hard preparing for a second round……………

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Ive been in love with mom stories for a long time, please, message me with issus of concerns! make me a better writer. this is my very FIRST attempt!

Kathy (white trash whore) part 3

Kathy (white trash whore) part 3
Kathy arrived at her work-station and, checking her rota, saw that the recently arrived guy in bed 3 was due for his hourly check and a bed bath.
She prepared her trolley and went to the side room off the main corridor of the ward.
He was actually awake when she arrived, which was good news as he had been admitted the previous evening with concussion following a motorcycle accident and had no serious injuries other than bruising, but was being kept in under observation as he had complained of headaches and giddiness. “ Hello darling” he said as she shook the thermometer and placed it under his tongue. “Hello Bill” she read his name from his chart and then entered his temperature on it. “I’m in need of the toilet” Kathy asked if he wanted a number one or two? and handed him a bed pan when he replied, “just a piss love” Kathy was not surprised at his bluntness and closed the curtain around his bed as he took a leak. “Don’t drink it all at once babe” he said as he handed her the bottle. Kathy was a little taken aback by that remark, but cheerfully responded, “Don’t worry, I wont”
He laughed as she strapped his upper arm and began to take his blood pressure. “Don’t squeeze me too hard sweetie”
Up until then she had been happy with his comments, but “sweetie” was never a properly deserving description of Kathy. “Please don’t call me sweetie Mister Curtis” “Sorry love, what can I call you?” “Kathy will do just fine, or nurse, if you prefer”
She unstrapped his arm then offered him the small cup with his two pills inside and a glass of water. “How are you feeling Bill?” she asked as he took his medication. “Very much better thanks, apart from a slight dizziness” “So you will be ok for your bed bath then?” “Sounds good to me sweee……….sorry, nurse” Kathy laid her head on one side and gave him her best interpretation of a scowl. She removed the bed cover and asked him to turn on his side so that she could undo the two strings that tied the flimsy, backside revealing, hospital gown, and then stripped it off him. Placing the plastic sheet on the bed she asked him to roll onto his other side so that she could pull the sheet under him, then asking him to lay on his tummy she began to gently wash his back.
She quickly washed from his neck to his toes then finally to the crease between his buttocks. He considerately parted his legs and she wiped him with the flannel before placing it in the bowl and drying him off with the towel.
“Turn over please Bill” For the first time Bill was slow with his reply…….”Um, I don’t know if I can……. uh, I mean I don’t know if I should nurse” Not shy are we Bill?” she asked with more than a little levity in the tone of her voice. “I do this every day”
He rolled over. Sure enough, he had an erection. “Hmmmmmmm I think I should be able to work around that OK” “You don’t have to” he said. Feeling more comfortable as he watched Kathy staring at his proud member. She washed his face arms and hands, her gaze constantly drawn to his long and not too thin prick. “Go on babe, you know you want to”
She looked him straight in the eyes trying to muster every sense of duty and dignity in her body, but her feeble defence was transparent to Bill.
“I won’t tell if you won’t” he said, with an air of self confidence in his voice. She placed the flannel back in the bowl and started to soap her hands, placing them on his breasts and massaging them. “There’s a good girl” He said as he began wanking himself. Kathy moved her hands down over his rippled and lightly hairy stomach cupping his balls in one as the other gripped his shaft and began stroking. “Oh babe, you are so good at this” She felt her skirt lifting, and then his hand moving up on the inside of her thigh. She parted her legs as he reached his goal. “Fuck darling, you are ready for anything” Kathy’s panties were still in her handbag after her earlier masturbation. She bent down, pointing his dick towards her and swallowed it. She let it force her lips apart as she lowered her head onto its full length, imagining how it would feel if the 8 or so inches of stiff meat were pushing into her cunt. Overcoming her gag reflex with just a slight constriction of her throat muscles as she let it sink inside her. He had two, maybe three fingers inside her as he pumped at her increasingly wet cunt.
Kathy was blowing him as hard as she could, sucking for all her might as he slipped out of her and clamping her lips tightly around him as he pushed back in. He poked her arsehole, she poked his. They both developed a fucking motion as she sucked and he fingered. “I’m gonna cum nurse!” he declared as his hand continued shagging her cunt. Kathy sucked harder, tighter, her hand wanking him as she sucked, tasting his warm goo as his cum exploded into her mouth. Kathy was cumming too. Bill had four fingers in her twat, the knuckle of his middle finger pushing hard against her clit. Kathy’s mouth was so full of cum that it had started to escape and run down his shaft, matting into the hair at the base of his cock. She swallowed, her finger still inside Bill’s arse, massaging his prostate, his thumb inside hers. She pulled away swallowing as she looked at his bell end then dropped her head to circle her tongue round it, cleaning the last drops of spunk that were dribbling from his little hole. He squirmed, “Go easy baby” His cock was now so sensitive. Kathy continued to tease him with her tongue until he was almost begging her to stop. Kathy went done to suck the cum from his pubes, not really enjoying the feeling of the wiry hair on her tongue, but loving the delicious taste. Bill withdrew his hand from Kathy’s twat and licked it.
“Mmmmmmmmm you taste so sweet Kathy, any chance you could show me where my fingers have just been?” Kathy gave him a quizzical look then went to pull a visitor’s chair closer to the bed and lifted her leg up on it. She pulled her skirt up, exposing herself to him. He gazed at the creamy white flesh between her stocking tops and the now reddened and wet lips of her pouting pisser. Kathy fingered herself, pulling her piss flaps open to display her hole to him. “Turn around baby” She done as requested, bending over slightly to display her dirt hole to him. Bill stuck his finger in her, then pulled it out and lightly slapped her bum. Kathy spun around and watched as Bill sucked his finger. She leant forward to kiss him, sucking on his tongue as it probed her lips, then nibbling on his bottom lip before snatching herself away. “Better finish your bath now Mr Curtis”
Kathy’s shift finished without further incident other than her last visit to Bill. He told her how much he had been thinking of her and was currently stiff and about to cum.
She obliged him with his request for a feel of her “beautiful bald slit and arse” and jacked him off under the covers, only using her mouth this time to clean up his mess.
When she went to her locker to get her coat and handbag, Kat was there getting ready to go home. They greeted each other with a friendly smile and Kathy’s mind drifted back to their first meeting in the toilets when she had listened to this cute young thing fart as she took a pee.
She had a feeling that Kat would have liked to have chatted for a while, but after turning on her phone and seeing the text message from Lenny, she said goodnight and went to her car.
“Get on messenger when you get home bitch, I move on sat.”
She could still taste Bill’s cum in her mouth and hear Kat pissing and farting in her mind as she drove home.
All the lights in the house were out as she opened the front door and hung up her coat. Jeff must be in bed, she thought as she walked into the living room, stripping off as she went over to the computer and turned it on.
Lenny was online, she greeted him with “Hiya babe”
Lenny replied, “I been waitin’ for you bitch.”
“Sorry Lenny, I came as quick as I could”
“I had to jack off listening to some other white bitch whore that wants my big black dick so much”
“I really am sorry Lenny”
“She wasn’t a filthy arse lovin cunt like you are bitch, and it took me longer to shoot my load”
Kathy’s cunt was creaming up.
“Listen bitch, I will pick you up at 2pm on Saturday at the car park at your hospital”
“I’m not working at the weekend Lenny”
“Just be there bitch. Tell your fucking useless cunt of an old man you got some overtime to do and you won’t be home til late”
“I will Lenny, I promise. I want your cock so fucking bad”
“You gonna get a lot more than just my cock you fuckin slut, just be there at 2, and don’t you dare be late.”
Lenny signed out before she could tell him how she wanted him to use her and that she will do everything he wants.
She had cum and her fanny was still tingling for more, but she went up to bed anyway.
She slid in next to Jeff; he was in his usual, almost fetal position, on “his” side of the bed facing away from her.
One thing she did like about Jeff was that he never wore pyjamas or anything in bed. Like her, he preferred to sleep “au natural”
She felt his bum cheeks before sliding herself up against them ad reaching her hand around him to find his cock. It was as fast asleep as he was, barely poking out from his pubes by the feel of it. She cupped his saggy ball bag in her hand and squeezed it lightly. Jeff wriggled a little and grunted. She squeezed again. Jeff wriggled again, and then farted.
Kathy put her head under the sheets. The thing that most sets Kathy apart from other people is her insatiable lust for the smell and taste of arse.
She breathed in deeply, Jeff’s cock now between her fingers with her thumb circling his piss hole. He was actually starting, very slowly, to get hard. Jeff grunted again as he started to stir, “Juh………Uh… Kathy” he questioned. She purred in his ear and then whispered, “Who else would it be sweetheart? His dick was now hard enough to stroke properly. “You wanna put this in your sweeties little pussy?” She squeezed his cock as she wrapped her leg around his, pushing her cunt against his leg.
Jeff rolled onto his back, he didn’t really want to but thought it would be OK if she done all the work. Kathy climbed on top of him lowering her tits down over his face, smothering him. He grasped her buttocks as Kathy reached behind her and guided him into her slit.
He went in easily, too easily for Kathy, and she sat hard on him grinding her clit into his pubic bone. She gyrated herself on him using her fingers to add more to her satisfaction, fucking him harder and harder. His dick plopped out, as it often did when she started enjoying it. She reached back for it, feeling how wet it was. She laid it on him and parting her cunt lips started to slide up and down, her thick juices covering its length.
She reached back again, but this time aimed it at her arse. It was a perfect shot, she pushed her hole open as his cock head hit her ring dead centre and entered her. She felt him stiffening inside her as she rode him.
Jeff kept repeating, “Oh fuck Kathy, Oh fuck Kathy”
And then, “Oh shit Kathy, Oh shit”
Kathy felt his cream fill her arse. She rode him as hard as she dared to without letting his cock plop out, ad when she knew he had finished, she quickly spun round on top of him and went down on his softening dick.
She sucked her arse juice from him feasting on the mildly shitty but gloriously filthy flavour.
Her arse was right in front of Jeff’s nose. He could smell it, and his cum, and the strong odour of a woman that’s had a busy day, but he resisted the temptation to lick it. In face, he was not tempted at all.
Kathy new that Jeff lost any urge he might have had as soon as he had cum so she respectfully got off him, knowing that he would be needing to go to the bathroom, but also knowing that she had an arse full of tasty cum.
As soon as Jeff went through the bedroom door she was squatting on her hand farting the cum out into her palm and enjoying her favourite cocktail.
Kathy slept really well that night…………..
to be continued

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ME – 05

The Boy
I reckon I was as much of a surprise to Vi as Vi was to me. I had got into the habit of entering through a door that opened directly onto the sun porch. Since Charlotte was ready to work at the stroke of eight o’clock in the morning, today, like always, I took off my clothes so I’d be ready for her.
As I turned around from folding my pants neatly in a chair, I saw the girl lying full length in a long chair. I stood buck naked, gazing at her whilst she started back at me.
Finally she said, “So you’re him,” with a jerk of her head toward the statue.
“Part of him, at least,” I said.
She got up out of the chair, laughing. “Yes. I can see which part.”
She had long hands, and a colorless face in which the large eyes were also pale. There was length to her body, the waist willowy, her neck curved like the neck of swan. She was wearing a denim skirt and a halter top, and her thin feet were bare.
I say “girl” because she was much younger than Miss Charlotte; no more than thirty, I would say, though I’m not much to tell the age of a woman. Even the way she walked, as she circled me inspecting my body front and rear, was lazy, as though she were so tired she wasn’t sure she could take the next step.
“I can see what Charlotte was talking about,” she said, coming before me to look into my face. A worry crease showed between her pale, corner-tilted eyes. “But I don’t understand why she felt it necessary to have me on the scene.”
“Maybe she just wanted to see you,” I said politely.
She gave me a look out of the edge of her eyes. “Oh, yes, she wanted to see me, all right. We’re lovers, you know.”
She wasn’t English, like Miss Charlotte. I couldn’t tell much about her accent. She wasn’t from around Pass Robin, though.
“Yes’m,” I said. “I know.”
“Isn’t the idea shocking to a Gulf Coast redneck like you?”
“No’m,” I said politely. “I reckon not.”
“We’ve been together for a long time,” she said in a secure sort of voice. “Five years, almost.” She stopped talking. Her eyes were on Him, where He hung waiting to take His pose when Miss Charlotte came. “Do you know how women make love to each other?”
“Yes’m,” I said. “Miss Charlotte told me all about it.”
Her pale eyes having caught a deep glow, suddenly she was prettier. “We were home from the airport by eight o’clock last night, and we didn’t get to sleep until three this morning. It was . . .lovely.” She kept watching me for some sort of reaction to the ideas she was planting in my head. “What do you think about that?”
“It must be nice,” I said.
“Is that all you’ve got to say?” She laughed, sort of nastily. “Don’t you think it’s a terrible waste, for two lovely women to deny men the abuse of their bodies?”
“I reckon people do whatever it is they like the best,” I said, calmly refusing to get into an argument. I moved my shoulders. “If it’s what turns you on, who am I to say you nay?”
She sneered at me. “But, like any man, you secretly believe I’d a lot rather have you. Isn’t that it? Let me tell you, Johnny Stud, a man doesn’t know what love can be.”
“I ain’t no stud,” I said, wishing Charlotte would come on. For the first time, she was running late.
To my relief, here she came. “Well, hello,” she said. “Are you two getting acquainted?”
“Yes’m,” I said. “I reckon so,” watching while Miss Charlotte went to put her arms around Vi and kiss her on the mouth. They stood holding each other, smiling, their bodies so close you couldn’t tell where the one left off and the other began.
“Did you get enough sleep?” Charlotte said tenderly.
Vi yawned. “Oh, I’ll take a nap after a while, while you’re working.”
Charlotte turned toward me. “Well, what do you think, Vi? Isn’t he all I said he was?”
The two lesbian women were studying me with cool eyes. It didn’t bother me; by now I had got used to Miss Charlotte’s ways.
Vi shrugged. “It’s a fine cock, if you care for that sort of thing.” I wanted to tell her He wasn’t an It, but I didn’t.
Charlotte got intense. “Oh, better than that, Vi. He’s the immortal cock of the world. At least, He will be when I get through with Him.”
She came close, put the flat of her hand on my hip, stroking down my flank to grip His head in a tender hand. “But to do such a great work, Vi, I must know Him inside and out, be able to sketch Him in my sleep. I thought it would be simple, but it isn’t, Vi, there are terrible complexities, it’s Thing and Idea, and physical and spiritual, all very simple and yet so terribly complex. I’m still learning Him, Vi. The deeper I go, the deeper I have to go.”
She was still stirred up by the talking, she had taken away her hand and was pacing back and forth, one fist clenched in her effort to make Vi understand.
“That’s why I had to have you, Vi. You must help me understand, help me see, help me to create the great thing I shall create out of Him. Do you understand, Vi?”
“Oh, Charlotte, you always get so carried away with your work,” Vi said in her lazy voice. She looked at me. She looked back at Charlotte. “You know I’ve always admired what you do. But I’ve never been able to help you with it.”
“This time, though, you can help.” Miss Charlotte paused. “You’re going to fuck this cock for me, Vi. Understand? You will take Him into your body, you will know Him, you will use Him like He was meant to be used.”
“For God’s sake, Charlotte!” The girl was truly shocked. “If I’d know that was what you had in mind, I wouldn’t have got on that plane. You know I hate the very idea of a man.”
“Vi, you’re bi, and don’t deny it,” Charlotte said.
“I used to be,” Vi said deeply. “Before I met you. But now . . .” She put her arms around Charlotte, holding her fiercely. “I can’t even think about a man now. The very idea makes me ill . .” Her whole body shuddered with disgust, while she clung to her lover like a little lost girl.
Charlotte hugged her. “If you love me, you’ll do it for me,” she begged. “I must have your help. Not just to know Him, understand Him, feel Him . . . there’s also the physical problem of keeping Him on His toes. I can’t work with anything less than a full erection, you see, and, like the boy says, He’s got a mind of His own. I’ve done everything I can think of to keep Him interested. But it gets more difficult every day.”
“No,” Vi said, stubbornness edging her voice. “I won’t do it. You can’t make me.”
Charlotte caught her by the waist, turned her facing her, looked deeply into her eyes. “Do you love me?”
“Yes,” Vi said slowly. “You know I do.”
“Then you’ll do it. For me.” She took a deep breath. “You will sit quietly and watch while we work. While you watch, you will hold in your mind what it will feel like to have Him plunging into you. You will desire it deeply, you will feel it truly. And then . . . when we’re through posing for the day, you will fuck Him, you will suck Him, you will do all the things a man and a woman do together. While I observe, while I learn . . and it will also be a reward for Him . . .”
She paused triumphantly, looking now at me. “See? Look, Vi. He’s already up and ready, just hearing what’s going to happen. I didn’t even have to touch Him.”
I looked down. It was true. His head was red and throbbing. He was jerking impatiently, thrusting toward the pale girl with that mind of His own.
Charlotte, forgetting the talk, hurried to her work place and began slapping the clay, shaping it, building it, her eyes so greedy on Him I could practically feel their burning.
“Oh, that’s lovely, that’s the best yet,” she breathed. “That’s what I needed, oh, yes!” She glanced at her friend. “Just sit down over there, Vi, and do like I said. Look at this wonderful cock, think about Him, know you’re going to use Him . . . Oh, yes, lovely, wonderful, marvelous . . .” Her hands were building the best modeling of Him she had done yet; even I could tell that.
Vi went obediently to sit on the edge of the long chair. I reckoned she must know, by now, how important it was to her friend to make her great work of art, for she did what she had been told to do. While I stood looking at her, her long hands and her long feet, and all the body in between, thinking that I hadn’t ever had nothing to do with a woman who didn’t want to have anything to do with me. I kept wondering how it would turn out to be.
Charlotte knew what she was doing, all right, when she had called Vi into the picture. He kept His stand longer than ever before, without her having to stop work to keep Him that way. I wondered why it was He could stay so damned ready for something that didn’t want Him in the first place. But that’s just how contrary He could be; the more I thought about it, the warmer I got, because it would just have to be different from anything me and Him had ever experienced. My old ladies, one and all, they was so greedy He hardly had time to get ready before they had jumped Him like a mad dog on a bone. Oh, she would be cold and slow, I knew it as well as anything, and she would make up her mind to hate every minute of it. But He had the confidence in Himself, you see; just let Him get in there and root around, He’d make a place for Himself, all right.
After the longest time, of course, He finally eased off the peak of expectation; you can’t expect a fellow to live on hope alone. The minute she noticed, Miss Charlotte stopped in her feverish work and stepped back, tired but happy.
“It’s the best yet,” she muttered. “Can’t quit now, I’ve got to finish it, got to be able to look at it whole, visualize how it will go with the statue.” She raised her head. “Vi, take off your clothes.”
“Charlotte!”
“Please. You must! Please.”
With such raggedness of begging in her voice, Vi could do aught else but what Miss Charlotte asked. Standing, she began slowly unfastening the halter. She showed me small breasts, with very large nipples, shaped like a pear is shaped, and well separated one from the other. Her rib cage was bony, so think I could see her breathing. He began to perk up again.
She unfastened the belt of her denim wrap-around, let it fall to the floor. Didn’t have on anything under it, which was a nice surprise; He sprang to attention at the very idea that she had been sitting there all this time as naked as a jaybird under her dress.
Her body was a surprise, too. Though I had viewed her as thin and bony, her belly and hips showed a surprising lushness. Her flanks were wide though thin, with nice shadings down into the bush of hair. And that was just the finest surprise of all; black and very thick, like a mat between her legs, square across the top like a woman is but running down the insides of her thighs because it hadn’t been trimmed in the longest time. The hair of her head was pale gold, long and straight to her shoulders, and I wondered how she could have black hair in one place and pale gold another. Maybe she tinted one or the other, I don’t know.
So I stood there looking, thinking about what was hidden behind that enormously thick bush, and Charlotte was back at work again, not frantic to build this time, but slow and delicate, concentrating on the tiny shapings and sculptings that suddenly made the clay into a cock that was realer than real.
“Go close and touch Him,” she said. “Just touch Him now, Vi.”
“I don’t think I have to,” Vi said, making a small laugh. Then she did a strange thing. She had been looking at Him, like I had been looking at her, with the sort of fascination she hadn’t shown before. Suddenly, though, she bit her lip and raised her eyes to my eyes. Gazing directly into me, a look crossed her face like unto a stroke of pain running deep through her body.
She turned her head quickly, and wouldn’t look at me again until Miss Charlotte stopped, standing empty as she gazed upon her work.
“It’s good, isn’t it?” she said. “It’s very good.”
Vi went to inspect the piece. “Yes,” she said. “Yes, it is.”
Charlotte, so pleased with the quiet words, put one hand warmly on her friend’s arm. “Thank you, Vi,” she said. “You understand now, don’t you?”
“As much as anyone who isn’t an artist can understand,” Vi said.
They were so close, I was just left out in the cold. But then Miss Charlotte, putting her arm around her friend’s waist, turned Vi’s naked body toward me.
“All right. The rest of it now.”
“It’s not necessary now, is it?” the girl said, her voice rising on a note of panic. “The work is done.”
“This is just a model. It must be done on the statue, you see, and I’m not ready yet for that. There’ll be another preliminary model tomorrow, and the next day, and the next.” Charlotte shook her head. “I don’t know how long it’ll be before I dare risk . . .”
“But you’re through for the day, aren’t you?” Vi, in her turn, was begging now,, as Miss Charlotte had begged before. “So what difference does it make?”
“One can’t make the promise and then break it, can one?” Charlotte said seriously. “That would ruin Him completely, don’t you see that? Tomorrow He might well refuse entirely. One must, above all, be honest with a cock.” She stood away from the girl. “I won’t let you cheat, Vi. You must go through with it, because you let Him believe that you would.”
Vi shuddered. “But . . . Charlotte . . .”
Charlotte turned to me. “Go over there and lie down. He’s going to get fucked now. Just as promised.”
Miss Charlotte had the Indian sign on Vi, all right; when Charlotte took her elbow, she came along meek as any lamb to gaze upon me laying ready on the daybed.
“I want you on top,” Charlotte told the girl. She glanced at me. “You just lie there, let Vi do all the work. Is that all right?”
“Yes’m,” I said. “However you want it, that’s all right with me.”
“Charlotte,” Vi said in a voice that was raw with hurt. “You’re really going to make me fuck this man?”
“I’ll be right beside you, kneeling close enough to touch,” Charlotte said softly. “Because I must see it, I must experience it with you, through you . . .” She gave the girl a little push. “Go on now.”
The girl slowly laid her naked body between my spread legs. The long hair fell down over her face, so that she pushed it to one side. Her eyes were wide and still as she gazed upon Him. I waited for her to look at me again, deep into my eyes like she had done before, but she wouldn’t look into my face.
Instead she reached out a trembling hand to tilt him ready. Her lip was bitten between upper and lower teeth, her face was suffering with the need to please her friend. With such cringing that I began to feel sorry for her, she lodged His head in the upper part of her cunt, just barely touching. The instant she felt Him, she shuddered, turning her head pleadingly toward her lover.
Charlotte wouldn’t be denied. Her eyes bright and seeing, she was beside us, close enough to put her hand into the small of the girl’s back, pressing her down onto the greased pole of His enormous erection.
She took Him slowly, hurtingly into a cunt as cold as ice. But she did take Him, deep and true, then lay stretched out absolutely still on top of me. She was taller than I was, so she laid her face into my shoulder to hide from my eyes . . . and maybe from Charlotte’s. I kept as still as she did, feeling her tight and cold. Miss Charlotte’s curious hand found my balls, making Him jerk.
“Fuck, Vi,” Charlotte said urgently. “You must fuck Him, Vi.”
Vi didn’t answer to the command. Maybe she couldn’t. She could only lay still, taking Him to the hilt like a knife into her guts, and on her cheek that touched my cheek I could feel the wetness of her tears.
Something moved inside of me. A feeling for the girl, yes, but also an excitement from knowing that she didn’t want Him there. A sort of a rape, I reckon, and it did turn Him on. And me feeling, along with the lust, a pity that was close to love, so that I wanted to turn her under me, fuck her so nicely that she’d be bound to answer to Him with everything that was in her to answer with.
I wasn’t supposed to do any such as that, though, and I knew Miss Charlotte would put a stop to it right away. So I stroked her, there on the inside, without moving on the outside, just a tiny, gently movement of His head to let her know He liked being where He was. Her body tightened, whether for it or against it I couldn’t tell, so I stroked her again. I hadn’t known a fellow could fuck a woman without moving, but I was doing it; we were sneaking it on Charlotte, right enough, making love secretly on the inside while to all outward appearances we remained still and cold. Except that Miss Charlotte, with her hand warm to my balls, must have felt what I was doing to the girl; but somehow that didn’t disturb in the least the secret closeness.
Vi was warming. She didn’t want to, but there was a secret flow of wetness and of warmth, and suddenly her cheek was tight against my cheek. She understood the secretness, too, she welcomed it, she was letting me know she was there, too. So for the longest while I fucked her in that manner, until her pussy started working, too, not only answering Him but leading Him on.
“You mustn’t just lie there, you know,” Charlotte said from all the way out there in the outside world where we could scarcely hear her words. “You must do Him nicely, love, do Him nicely.”
Vi raised her head, the arch of her neck sending a leverage through her long body that pressed us even closer, and looked into my eyes. In her eyes there showed a warm, small laughter that was the joke between me and her, a big joke against Charlotte way out there in the cold world, and all of a sudden, still holding cold on the outside, she came in a sudden gush of liquid warmth that just damn nigh drowned Him. I smiled, she smiled; it was such a wonderful secret to share.
Then, only then, she obeyed Charlotte’s demand, sliding herself up and down the throbbing pole. Charlotte chuckled, saying, “That’s the girl, He’s coming now, He’s getting ready for it,” because she still had her hand on my balls, you see, and could feel what was happening. Bi fucked, not wildly, but slowly, gently, lovingly, and when I came she took it with another small secret coming of her own. Then she laid her body down on mine, and for the minute we were warm and close.
Charlotte slapped her hand on Vi’s bare ass in a sudden cheerfulness. “Now. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
With the coarse words, I felt Vi’s cunt tightening turning cold. In a sudden movement, she rolled herself away and stood up. “I hated every minute of it,” she said angrily and stalked naked out of the room.
I think she went away, though, because she didn’t want to look at me; she didn’t dare share the secret any longer, for fear Charlotte would see it too.
I’ll tell you how I knew; the very next morning the minute I came through the door, Vi was all over me, her long arms around me it seemed like two or three times, her mouth hot and frantic on my mouth, while she laid her hips so tight I could feel the shape of her pussy through the thin nightie.
“Come on, come on, hurry,” she whispered between snatching one handful of kisses after the other. “Charlotte’s still asleep, but we’d better hurry.”
I just stood there. “We can’t do that,” I told her.
She pressed herself even closer. “Why not? It’s our chance to do it by ourselves, without Charlotte hovering over us like a mother hen. Hurry.” With an amazing strength of passion, she dragged me toward the daybed.
“But what about the posing?” I said. “He’s got to be up and doing for the job of work.”
“Who cares about that?” she said, whispering again. “Except Charlotte, I mean. You and I …”
I put my hands on her shoulders. “Now, listen here, girl,” I said. “I don’t aim to do nothing to ruin Charlotte’s work, I’ll tell you that here and now.”
She stood for a second, gazing at me. “You mean you want it as bad as she does?”
“I sure do,” I said. “Why, just think of it! After I’m dead and gone, He’ll be standing there forever for the whole world to admire.”
She had quit listening at the first word. Because, going to her knees, her hands were busy at my belt buckle. She unzipped the pants, shoved them down, pushed down the Jockey shorts, and buried her face into my crotch.
“You’ve got to,” she was saying over and over again. “I must have Him just once without Charlotte watching. I’ve . . .”
I put both hands tenderly on the top of her head. “So you liked Him after all,” I said. “You really liked Him.”
She gazed up wildly, both hands on Him now, stroking and petting. “Like Him?” she said. “Even when I was having men, I never found anything like Him.” She put her face against Him, kissing Him, smelling Him deeply with deep breathings of her whole body. And let me tell you, that fellow knew He had won the woman!
“What are you doing, Vi?” Charlotte said from the doorway.
Vi stared frantically toward Charlotte. In a despairing move, knowing she had been caught out she took Him into her mouth, pulling deeply to bring Him to full erection. Then, leaning away, she got slowly to her feet.
“He looked sort of lackadaisical this morning, so I was getting Him ready for you,” she said, sauntering carelessly toward the long chair she liked to lie in.
“No need to be so frantic about it, is there?” Charlotte said dryly. “Couldn’t you wait until the boy could get his clothes off, at least?”
“I thought I was doing you a favor, Charlotte,” Vi said angrily.
Charlotte shook her head. “Vi, you always were bi, and you know it.”
Vi flung around, her whole body flouncing inside the thin nightgown. “Not since I met you, Charlotte, as you well know,” she cried. “I’ve never been unfaithful to you, with man or woman. After all, fucking Him was your own big idea, wasn’t it? It wasn’t anything I wanted to do.”
“You’ll have Him again, Vi, don’t worry about that. But you must wait until I’m through for the day.” She turned to me. “Get your pants all the way off and let’s get to work.”
“I don’t care,” Vi said with sullen stubbornness. “It’s all in aid of your art, you know.”
That was how it went that day, Vi waiting sullen and silent as Charlotte worked. Because I was looking at her all the time, and remembering, there wasn’t any problem about keeping Him at a stand, so Charlotte got a whole new model of Him, starting from scratch and finished with the tiniest detail. It was a wonder how she could make the clay take shape and form from her strong hands; and this time, it seemed like, her hands were surer and swifter than ever before.
She worked so hard, so focused on the fruit of her hands, it was like she wasn’t even in the room with us. Only once did He droop out of His conviction, at which Vi, with a wriggle of her body, simply pulled her nightgown up to her waist, so I could gaze upon the black bush that hid her treasure. It brought Him jerking to attention.
“Fine, Vi, that’s just wonderful,” Charlotte said in a faraway voice, her hands busy with the finishing touches, her thumbnail shaping the groove under the eye. Vi smiled, made a face, and put her hand down between her legs. He throbbed again, because all of a sudden our secret was alive again between us.
Charlotte stood back, wiping her hands on her apron. “All right, Vi, he’s all yours now. Just let me wash my hands and I’ll join you.” Her head came up with an alert lift, so that I knew she’d been looking forward to reward time also. “I want you on top, and Vi on the bottom.”
I want to tell you, she had to wash her hands and get there quick, because Vi was suddenly over on the daybed, shedding her nightgown as she went. As I moved to stand over her, looking down into her waiting face, she was lying long and straight, her legs together, her toes pointed. The big nipples were standing up, just ruby red with ardor, and there was a secret little catlike smile on her mouth.
She didn’t move as I leaned down to her, so that I had to place my knees on the outside of her legs. She reached one hand to guide Him, her legs still tight together, so that He lodged and then had to push hard to get inside where He wanted to be.
“Damn it, wait a minute, you two, don’t be in such a great hurry,” Charlotte called.
Hurring though she was, by the time she got there He was already deep, and I want to tell you, it wasn’t like yesterday, cold and flinchy, no sir, as Vi wrapped her long arms around my head to whisper into my ear, “All inside, like yesterday. All inside.”
So I laid still, though on top this time, and stroked her throbbingly, whilst she made her secret answer, going immediately into the throes, the warmth and wetness gushing, and I nearly lost it myself because we had been waiting and thinking for such a long time know, with yesterday’s memory to help us along.
The secret fucking was so strong in us, it didn’t matter that Charlotte was sitting behind, where she could see my balls, and touch them, and stroke my ass whilst doing it. I gazed into Vi’s slanty eyes; then I laid my mouth to her warm mouth, and she took my tongue as I began to fuck her with slow, easy strokes that opened her up. Yes, sir. With each down stroke she was open more, her legs parting and lifting and then locking into the small of my back, and she was going with me, saying, “Ah, aah, aaah,” and we were into it, rocking frantically, reaching deeper and deeper and hotter and hotter, until it all went off like a great big explosion and it wasn’t a secret no more, no sir, you could have heard us all over the house, it was so wild and noisy.
“Now, Vi, you can’t say you didn’t like that,” Charlotte’s voice said from somewhere far off.
But she wasn’t a part of us, not yet, because as I lay on the girl she began stroking Him inside, and before I could catch my breath, we were off again, sweeter this time and somehow nicer, and just so marvelous it made me think of all my old ladies rolled into one great big fuck.
That finished it, as far as I was concerned, but I wasn’t anxious to leave her. Nor her to let me go; we lay looking into each other’s eyes again, quiet now, smiling, and it didn’t matter in the least that the secret was out.
I felt, then, the sting of Charlotte’s hand on my bare buttock. I got up. Charlotte said, “I truly desired your cooperation, Vi, but I didn’t expect you to be so wholehearted about it.”
“What did you expect?” Vi said defiantly. “After all, you told me it was the greatest cock in the world.”
“Yes,” Charlotte said in a strange, tight voice. “Yes, He is, isn’t He?”
I was busy finding my Jockey shorts, so I didn’t know what was going on until I happened to turn around. Then I saw that Charlotte’s head was between Vi’s legs, her arms under Vi’s ass to prop her up to it, and was just going to town with the licking and the loving. Vi glanced at me, smiling, and kept on smiling even as her legs locked strongly around her women lover’s head and her hips began to grind against the busy tongue.
When they were done, Vi just laid there like a wrung-out dishrag. Charlotte turned on me most angrily, saying, “Well, I love the girl. Don’t you see that I love the girl.”
“Ma’am, it’s all right with me,” I assured her.
She smiled then. “Yes. I think it is,” she said in her usual clipped tone of voice. We were as suddenly friends again as we had become jealous lovers so the same girl.
Was the beginning. In the days that followed, me and Vi got to make love when the modeling was finished with, and it didn’t matter that Charlotte was right there with us, running the whole show. She made me fuck the girl every way a man can do a woman: dog fashion; with Vi sitting on my lap; standing up; with legs open and legs closed . . . you wouldn’t believe all the inventions and variations I learned during that time. We even tried out some of the postures in that dirty book Miss Charlotte had showed me, and though I found a body can’t be as limber as a snake, it can sometimes come pert nigh to it.
I also learned about women together, because every time me and Vi got through with each other, Charlotte had to make her run, too. It was not just mouth to pussy, either; Charlotte had what practically amounted to a little dick peeping out of her pussy, and could fuck the girl practically like I did. I must say, though I don’t rightly understand how, they did seem to pleasure one another. I must admit, however much it sounds like bragging, that Vi, whilst making love with Charlotte, was always looking at me, remembering Him in the deeps of her eyes. Just no way to destroy that little secret we had started between ourselves without Miss Charlotte’s knowing about it.
Afterward, they’d lie quietly in each other’s arms. But, all the time, they were talking about Him. Charlotte asked ten thousand questions about how it felt to have Him inside of her, how He compared with other cocks she had known, just everything; she wanted to know and smell and understand all there was about it. Vi, with patience and great understanding of the need that drove Charlotte into her great work, did her best. And, it seemed, told it awfully well, because, listening to them talk, He would come to a stand all over again with His own recollections.
So the work went well. Miss Charlotte happily made model after model, saying each one was better, and just any day now I expected her to begin modeling the last great final cock on the waiting sculpture.
Somehow or another, she didn’t seem to get there, though with each passing day she spent more and more time gazing at the unfinished piece, walking around it, putting her hands here and there on it’s slopes and moldings. It was bothering her pretty bad; she got tighter of mind and grimmer of mouth,, because she had expected, I could tell, to be able to do it by now, and it scared her that it wasn’t there in her like she had counted on.
Come the day she didn’t work with her hands at all. To all intents and purposes, she had gone as far as she could go with the separate modelings. So it was now or never; that was finished, but the next part, the sculpture itself, hadn’t yet come to her.
She was in a tizzy, all right. She spent the morning pacing back and forth between me and the statue. She’d first feel Him, with careful, knowing fingers; then she’d put both hands to the statue, stroking it and stroking it. Then back once more to Him. She stroked my body, which she had not done before, her hands sliding over the slope of my ass and circling around my waist and down my legs all the way to my calves. Her hands were trying to learn either whole body, not just Him, which was what she had focused on before. She looked so puzzled, so hurt, that I just ached for her; Vi, sensing it too, stayed quiet and still.
Somehow, we knew, couldn’t either one of us help Miss Charlotte anymore. Something inside of her, by her alone, had to be worked out. Suddenly me and the girl were strangers, because she was working the deepest part of herself, digging hard, knowing that if she failed now, she would fail for all time, and the immortal cock would never be created. At least, not by her.
After it had gone on so for two or three hours, in which she looked older and tireder and scareder with each passing minute, she finally stopped halfway between me and the unfinished work. She looked from it to Him, and back again.
“I simply must face it, mustn’t I?” she said quietly. “There really is but one way for a woman to know a man’s cock.” She gazed at the statue, she gazed at Him. “You must fuck me,” she said, her voice so quiet and still it hurt to hear her.
“Charlotte!” Vi cried out.
Charlotte turned to her. “I’ve always said I’d do anything for my art, darling,” she said gently. “I’ve never known until now just what the declaration could entail. But . . .”
Vi pouted. “You just want to fuck a man,” she said like a jealous child, just absolutely refusing to understand what it was driving Miss Charlotte. “Don’t try to kid me, lover. All this time you’ve been watching and wanting, haven’t you? You want it, that great, nasty cock inside of you . .”
“You needn’t see it if you’d rather not, darling.” Quiet and still in voice, but I could see how shaken Charlotte was by her lover’s jealousy. “But it shall happen. If it doesn’t happen, I can’t finish the work. It’s as straightforward as that.”
“You bitch, you can’t full me!” Vi said, putting her hands to her face and beginning to cry. “It’s all right if I’m bi, but you can’t be too! You simply can’t betray me. Maybe with another girl, a prettier girl, but not with a man . . .”
But Charlotte was looking at me, I was looking at Charlotte, and suddenly Vi, in all her jealous tears, was nothing but a raging child somewhere way off younger, nothing to do with two grown-up people in a grown-up world where great things get done.
I understood, you see. I reckon I had understood it all from the very moment Miss Charlotte had told me why she wanted to use Him as a model for the great cock of all time. Something in me, I do believe, had known it would have to come to this in the end, so that all the time she had been shaping and modeling clay I had been shaping and modeling myself – and Him – for the hour in which it would have to happen.
I understood; not in a thinking sort of way, you know, because I never have been much of a thinker. It was Billy, my twin brother who died of a fever when we were nine years old, who was the good thinker. Only in a feeling sort of way; though I had always counted Billy as the one of us two who had also felt things the best and truest. But it didn’t matter, Billy was with me in both thinking and feeling in that moment when I did what I had to do, moving to Miss Charlotte and lifting her in my arms and taking her to the daybed.
As I carried her to the place where it would happen, she put both arms around my neck, clinging to me, and I was surprised by how light she was, how small in my arms. Beside the daybed, I stood her on her feet and began taking off her clothes. She waited quietly until at last she stood naked alongside my nakedness. I picked her up again; I kissed her deep and true; I laid her down.
She was like a warm doll under the strength of my hands. I had to lift her knees, open her thighs. She flinched, just once, when I put Him in her. Feeling the flinch, I eased Him slowly, very gently, but making her know Him every inch, insisting against the unwillingness of her flesh, until I lay deep and true.
I thought it was time to move then, but she laid a hand to each of my shoulders. “Be still,” she whispered. “Let me feel Him. I must feel Him.”
So I let her feel Him. Her eyes, her face, were far away. She was not cold, as Vi had been cold, but she was not warm, either. Once again I thought the time had come to fuck, but she stopped me again. “I must feel Him like a woman feels,” she whispered. “It’s very difficult. Very difficult. But I must.”
I waited for her. After a very long time, a small smile came to her lips, and she said, “Yes. That’s it, isn’t it? He really is a lovely cock, isn’t He?”
“The greatest in the world,” I said, whispering too. “You told me He was. You were the one who knew.”
“Yes,” she said. “Yes. Of course.” Taking her hands from my shoulders, she put them to each side of my face, holding my head to kiss me. Her mouth was cool, strange; I couldn’t help but feel that it hadn’t worked, couldn’t work, because He wasn’t, after all, what I, and Miss Charlotte, had believed Him to be.
Charlotte said, in a normally loud voice this time, “You can begin now. Begin, please.”
I began. But I knew it had to be easy. If I failed now, Miss Charlotte would fail. And her flesh was so tender, so frightened of the manhood it had taken unto itself. So it took a long time, during which I fucked her with tiny movements, fearful of bruising her, hurting her, making her flinch again. Then, just a little bit stronger, a little bit longer, and she was trying – oh, yes, God – she was trying with all that was in her. And suddenly it was like a high gate to a strong fort had clattered down to let in the enemy; she was truly feeling it, her flesh waking, and she gasped slightly, knowing, as I knew, that she had surrendered that which she had been holding back in spite of all desire to know Him to the hilt.
It took much time yet, faster and stronger and fiercer and without end, even when I lost it, a man being able to stand only so much, it banging out of Him into her. I heard her sigh of disappointment, so I whispered, “That’s just for openers, we’re just getting started now, it’s not done with yet, not by a long shot,” and she made a glad little sound.
She was wetter now, with my witness, and warmer, and we built it all over again, until another gate went down, one we hadn’t known about until it wasn’t there anymore; and so, slowly, reluctantly, needfully, she became the woman to my man and started fucking me of her own accord, so that it was all there, solid and great, and she knew now, oh, yes, she knew, I could read in her hot flesh all the great knowing she had needed to know for the sake of her great work.
It was done, then, with me lying on her and her holding me in her arms, whispering, “Oh, my darling, my darling, my darling,” her voice as soft and sweet and warm as her body.
But only for a minute, two minutes, before I knew she wanted me to take Him out of her body. I did so, reaching down to lift her to her feet. She came into my arms, huddling close and warm.
But only for another minute before she drew away, to show me a tearstained face and a trembling mouth. “You are a marvelous boy,” she said. “With a marvelous cock. But of course you know that, don’t you?”
“Yes’m,” I said. “I know that.”
“And more,” she said fiercely. “So much more.” She pushed at me with her hands. “Now, get away. Leave me alone. I must be alone.”
I understood this, also. I hurried to put on my clothes and get out of her sight. As Charlotte went to her work place, she glanced carelessly at Vi and told her to get out too.
“Go make love to the boy, if that’s what you want,” she said. “But not here. Somewhere else.”
We got out of there. But not before Charlotte commanded me not to go away, but wait outside until she called me. So I sat on a garden bench in the shade, watching Vi fidget and turn. She was still mad at both of us, just eaten up with jealousy.
Until finally she flung herself around, saying, “Well, if she can fuck you, so can I. Come on, we’ll go to the bedroom.” She made a nasty sound of her voice. “We’ll do it where Charlotte and I sleep together.”
“Vi, I can’t do that,” I said.
She put her hands on her hips, glaring at me. “What do you mean, you can’t do it? You’re a stud, aren’t you?”
I shook my head. “I ain’t no stud. And I can’t do it, Vi. I’m sorry, but that’s just how it is.”
I knew I couldn’t explain it to her. If I could have explained it, she couldn’t have understood. Because she was nothing but an angry, jealous child. And maybe she didn’t know whether to be jealous of me because of Miss Charlotte, or jealous of Miss Charlotte because of me.
The hours passed slowly. Noon came, hunger in my belly coming with it, but I didn’t make a move to satisfy it. At some time or other, I don’t know exactly when, Vi had disappeared into the house. She didn’t come back, so I sat all by myself while the blazing Gulf Coast sun slanted toward the ending of the day.
It was near to the horizon when suddenly I raised my head to see Miss Charlotte standing across the garden. “You can come now,” she said, in a voice so tired it was hard to believe.
I went to where she stood. Her shoulders were drooping; her face was empty. I touched her shoulder with one hand. “Is it done?”
“Yes,” she said. “It is done. Come and see.”
As we turned to go together, she put her arm around my waist, just as natural as could be. So I laid my arm to her waist, and together we walked to the sun porch, separating only to pass through the door. Then we stood together again, each touching the other, to gaze upon the finished work.
“It’s all there, isn’t it?” she said.
“Yes’m,” I said. “It sure is.”
“It’s Him,” she said. “And He is great.”
“Yes,” I said.
I can’t tell you how I felt, looking upon what she had made. It had taken the all of her to do it – even the woman part of herself that she had fought so hard against having to use – but she had done it. And so, though I would come to death like all men, He would live on forever. A great Him.
“It’s done now,” she said, the tiredness showing again in her voice. “Of course, I must make the mold and cast Him in bronze. But that’s only work, technique.” She turned to me. “So I shan’t see you again.”
I looked at her. “But you’ll have to see me. Won’t you?”
“I shan’t see you again,” she said firmly. She walked away, taking away the nearness between us. “Before you go, I have something for you. I’ll bring it.”
She went away, to return quickly, trailed by a sad-looking Vi. Miss Charlotte had in her hands a golden chain, the lines massive, heavy, as she lifted it over my head to hang against my chest.
“I made it myself,” she said, smiling. “So you must keep it forever.”
“I will,” I said. “But . . .”
She stood on tiptoe to kiss me on the mouth. “Thank you, dear boy,” she said softly. “You were all I wished you to be. And more. So much more.”
“But . . .” I said.
She shook her head. “I’m quite satisfied with my life, darling.” She made her voice sound light and easy with the words. She glanced at Vi. “Can’t you see that?”
“But you won’t be,” I said. “And then I’ll be gone.”
She turned her head quickly. “Yes. You’ll be gone.” I didn’t move. So she added, “It’s over, dear boy. Finished. There is nothing between us anymore. We have done it all now, and it would be a mistake to try to keep on.”
I thought about it for a while. Then I nodded, feeling sad. “Yes’m. I reckon so.”
I turned to look at the statue again, to gaze upon Him one last time in all His everlasting life. I felt a happiness growing in me, taking the place of the sadness, so that I could smile too, now, and say, “We did it, didn’t we, Charlotte?”
Her voice was happy. “Yes. We did it.”
“Oh, God, you two,” Vi said in a disgusted voice. “I’m going to punish you for this, Charlotte. Oh, boy, how I’m going to punish you.”
“Yes, darling,” Charlotte said quietly. “You will need to punish me, won’t you?” She might as well have been talking to a child. Because she turned to me, smiling tenderly, and held out her hand. “Goodby, boy. Go well.”
I took her hand. “I will, Miss Charlotte. And . . . thank you.”
There was more to say. But I couldn’t say it. Because I was empty now. God, I couldn’t begin to feel how empty I was as I walked out of her workroom for the last time. There was nothing in front of me, nothing at all that I could see, or feel, or know about.
But little did I know that, so soon, the immortal cock I was leaving behind would bring me to an adventure the likes of which I had not known in my life up till then.

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Oh! Baby!

I got home just in time to celebrate a new job and to wish my niece a happy thirteenth birthday.