I went to sleep very early that Sunday night and woke late the next morning when the doorbell rang insistently. The family was out again. Yawning I got out of bed, threw a robe over my naked body, and went downstairs to see who was bothering me.
«Jackie, let me in!» The bell rang, a fist pounded on the door, and a familiar voice shouted. Halfway through a yawn I realized who it was: Frank! «Let me in, I have to talk to you!»
«Wait a second, Frank, I'm not decent!» I ran back upstairs and put on shorts and a T-shirt for the sake of decency … or self-protection. Then I opened the door and let him in. My fiancй looked like a different man. Gone was the clean-cut polish, the poise and the self- confidence. There were rings under his eyes, his hair was tousled, and he looked very nervous for some reason. «My goodness, look at you!» I exclaimed after pecking him on the cheek. «Where have you been? Have you been playing around or something?»
«What?» He looked at me blankly for a second, then shook his head. «Playing around. That's a laugh.» He sank down in the nearest chair and held his head with both hands. «Do you have any coffee? I feel awful.»
«Sure.» I made him some and sat in the chair opposite him. «Now what's the trouble, honey? Is something wrong?»
«I guess you could say that.» He took a swallow of his coffee and set the cup down. «Jackie …» He paused, swallowed, and tried again. «Jackie, listen, I know I said a lot of rash things in the car the other night … a man gets carried away …» Now it was my turn to get nervous. Was he trying to tell me that he no longer wanted to marry me? I began to see Frank in a very different light, no longer a Joe College with big prospects, but as a man whom I loved in my own way. I felt the blood rush from my face and I moved over to his side to hold his hands while he tried to continue.
«It's just that … well, we agreed that there'd be no sex before marriage between us but Jackie, I … I can't take it any more! For the last three nights I've not been able to sleep. My body longs for you, I think of nothing and no one else, I want you!»
Whew! That was a relief. Now I knew I could handle the situation. «Honey, no,» I said gently, «we'd only ruin it. I really appreciate that you want me so badly but you know yourself we'll be glad for waiting when the time comes.»
«I knew you'd say that,» he said dully.
I felt a mixture of feelings: power, pity, pleasure, the works. It was cruelly unfair of me, of course, to withhold what I'd given away without a thought to others. But how sexy it was to see a man lust for me so totally. I couldn't imagine the kind of fantasies he must have been entertaining during those sleepless nights, but they had to be potent if they could drive him out of his bed to break down my front door! The poor darling! I hugged him and told him gently that he shouldn't take it personally, that I longed for him as much as he longed for me.
«If that's true we'd be in bed already,» countered Frank.
«Well, what do you want? You want me to say okay, go ahead Frank, do what you like with me?» He irritated me now, sitting there all humble and wronged. «Very well, here I am Frank, take me.» I faced him squarely and dared him to make a move. The light of hope lit up in his eyes, then faded as he realized how absurd it was.
«You know that's not what I want. I want to make love to you, to take you to bed with me, I want us to enjoy each other.» He threw his hands up in frustration. «Wow, I really screwed things up. If I hadn't said anything about waiting we could be doing all that right now.» He looked at me searchingly and when I didn't respond he grew listless. «Ah, fuck it, let's forget about the whole deal. I'm going home. Don't bother to get a trousseau.»
«Now you're being silly,» I said softly, hugging him once more. «You know I love you. It's just that I think it's important that we start right now to execute all our plans, and get off on the right foot. But if there's something else you want … perhaps I could help you there?»
«Blow me?» His voice was that of a little boy asking for the impossible, and when I nodded benignly he turned red with delight. His fumbling fingers unzipped his pants and took out his half-hard cock. I made him take his pants all the way off so I could do it properly, and noticed that his balls were very heavy indeed. The poor fellow had been true to me in every way, it seemed.
I felt calm and cool when I bent down over his cock, not really involved, and even when his throbbing glans entered my mouth it was as though I was watching it all in a movie. Frank was so happy. He lay back on the couch and groaned loudly. That put me off even more. What kind of a man was he to let me push him around? Had I been he I would have had me draped over the back of the couch by this time, my pants around my ankles and my bare ass sticking up in the air, while … but that was just my fancy. Strangely enough it stirred me up to the point at which that familiar warm, tingling sensation burbled up from my loins, and since it seemed to work I continued the fantasy.
Wouldn't it be nice, I thought, if Frank was the aggressive type? I could imagine how good his big cock would feel riding into my pussy, with me under his laboring body, helpless, in tears, getting fucked against my will by this brutal beast. My eyes opened a little for a second and I saw that brutal beast lying on the couch, purring like a kitten, so I closed my eyes again and stepped up my dream. He had grown to a seven-foot brute, covered in rough hair, and his cock was the size of a baseball bat. Even that wasn't enough. His baseball bat wasn't content with my cunt, it was up for a tighter hole. Those big, clawed hands grabbed hold of me and flipped me over. Now I faced him and I shuddered at the sight. He was drooling, gibbering, his eyes were bloodshot and his whole body was in motion, eager to fuck even while his cock throbbed in empty space. He made me squat on the couch, high up enough to let him fuck me standing up, and then, while I watched with bulging eyes, he brought the tip of his gnarled, thick cock up to my asshole. His hands tore my cheeks apart to open me up further, the tip slipped in a little way but then it dropped out and moved back to my cunt. I tried to sit on it quickly to divert him but he was a singleminded fanatic. He wanted to fuck me up the ass! I begged him not to, told him how I had trouble passing raspberry pits, all to no avail. Then I pleaded with him to do it from behind so I wouldn't have to see his horrible features. He just leered and thrust his cock at my asshole so hard that he lifted me up bodily! The thrust sent a part of his cock up my asshole and the pain was tremendous! I screamed at the top of my lungs and he laughed all the harder. The beast! The brute! Another inch, and another, and another, my ass was threatening to split apart. With long, rude strokes he brought his dick up me to the hilt. His claws dug into my ass flesh, his bad breath brushed hotly past my face, curse words spilled out of his mouth, I was a bitch, a whore, a slut, even a motherfucker! Nothing was bad enough to describe me. And all the while his cock banged away, pushing, shoving, sticking it to me, and I kept on screaming!
«Yes, yes, OH BABY YESSSS!» His exclamations cut through my reverie abruptly, «OOOOOOHHHHH SUCK IT, SUCK IT, IT FEELS SO GOOD, COME ON, YES, YES, YESSSSSSSS … OOOOOOHHHHHH BABY!!» It felt as though someone had stuck a firehose into my mouth and turned the tap on full blast. A load of sperm filled me, backed up on me, and came cascading down my chin when I coughed in desperation. More, more, more, great globs of hot cream, he made Dad look like a twice-a-day masturbator! I couldn't take it, more was going down my chest than my throat. Frank had his eyes tightly closed and worked his dick into my mouth like a man possessed. For a moment he approached the dimensions he'd had in my fantasy, absolutely inconsiderate, out only for his own pleasure. I sucked and swallowed as hard as I could, and at last he ran out of sperm. That's how he ended, not with a bang but with a whimper, his cock subsiding into infancy as it shriveled to a shadow of its former self.
«That was beautiful,» he sighed. «I'm only sorry you didn't get anything out of it.»
«I'm sure you'll make it up to me during our honeymoon.»
«I promise.» He left half an hour later and when the door closed behind him I went into a real rage. That stupid son-of-a-bitch! Didn't he know that he could have had me frontward, backward, or upside down? Christ, what a clown! Every part of me sparked with fury and lust. How could he lie down and take it when he was supposed to give! I couldn't stay home by myself. This was something that shouldn't be bottled up!
Via the tree limb I made for Veronica's room. It was empty. I looked through the rest of the house and found no one, until I came to Ned's room. He was still in bed, fast asleep. I closed his door softly and took another tour of the house to be sure she wasn't around. It would be so nice to talk with her about this. Doubts made inroads on my mind. Was Frank the kind of man I wanted? In the kitchen I found a note on the notice board, which said that she wouldn't be back till early afternoon and for Ned to make himself breakfast,
«Damn.» I paced around indecisively, took one of her cigarettes, and sat in the living room to smoke it. While I sat there an idea occurred to me, a bright idea and an obvious one. Since Veronica was out and her parents wouldn't be back for another day or so, and since Ned liked me more than a first cousin should … why didn't I take advantage? It would be a great experience to take on such an eager beaver. Yes … yes, it was a sound idea. I stubbed out the cigarette and tiptoed up the stairs again. Ned was dead to the world. Again I closed his doors softly but this time it was behind me. We were alone. Should I undress? Or should I wake him up first? It wouldn't be fair for him to miss out on any part of the proceedings, so I rolled back the blanket. That left him with only a sheet. Ned lay on his back, an arm folded over his face, the other by his side. In the vicinity of his cock there was a strange lump in the sheet. It resembled a teepee set on a rolling plain of white. I wondered what it could be. The supporting mast twitched suddenly and then I knew. Ned was asleep but he had a hard-on. That thrilled me to bits! Now I hastened to take the sheet right off and expose that eager dick. It wasn't big and it wasn't hairy, but what there was of him was very tantalizing. His dick stood back at an acute angle, bobbing regularly now, a pink, smooth digit that stuck up from a virtually hairless ball bag holding two large eggs. My mouth watered but I restrained myself.
«Hey Ned, wake up!» I whispered urgently. «You're all naked and there's a woman in your room!»
«What! Holy shit!» He sat up and reached for the bedclothes, which he pulled back over his nakedness. When he saw me he blushed and angrily asked what the idea was. I shook my head and pulled the blankets off him again. He didn't protest. It was as though the meaning of my act was slowly dawning on him, and he liked the idea. But he was far from certain as to what to do.
«Veronica's gone out,» I told him, «so I thought I'd come over and help you with the breakfast.»
«Oh, I see,» he said vaguely. His mind was obviously elsewhere. «Hey, listen … now that you've seen me naked … how about if I see you naked?»
«What a bad boy you are!» I said tapping his erection with one finger. «I'm going to tell your sister how naughty you are when she gets home.»
«That's fine with me, now how about taking off your clothes.» He was dying for me to show him my naked body and it flattered and thrilled me no end. But I was compelled to tease him for a little while before I gave in. And when I finally consented and stood up to take off my clothes, Ned sat up in bed and watched me with eyes as big as saucers.
I intended to do a slow strip for him, nice and sensual to get him really on edge. But as soon as my blouse hit the floor I knew the situation was no longer in my hands. Ned was on all fours, crawling toward me along his bed and when he was close enough he reached for me with both hands. I stepped back a pace and he went crashing to the floor. But he didn't even stop to dust off. Like a jack-in-the-box he was up and grabbed me about the waist to drag me onto the bed. I protested laughingly, still treating him like a kid. But when he started to rip at my shorts I realized that there was a man in the making here.
«Take it easy, I'll take them off,» I said. He didn't listen. I just managed to undo the button and zip before he tore them, and then they came off easily. Something in me cringed when I saw the look on his face. He'd obviously thought of doing this to me many times. And now that he had his chance he was determined to let nothing stop him. I cringed and quailed and loved every dangerous second of it. His cock was so hard it looked about to burst. Soon it would be inside me to undo the knots Frank had left there.
«I love you,» he mumbled, caressing me all over. «Jackie, Jackie, I love you, you're beautiful, I want you!» Whether he did or not was beside the point. His hands were doing the real talking. He wanted to touch every part of me, it seemed, because they ran from my head to my toes and back again, covering each spot on the way. At last he settled for my tits and pussy, one hand rubbing both breasts, the other parting my cunt lips so he could peer into me curiously. How charming, I thought, to be loved by a boy-man. He wanted to fuck me but first he wanted to see how it worked.
He expected nothing more from me than to lie there, and that's just what I did. After Frank I needed a male who was willing to indulge me. He touched and pried, squeezed and fondled, and all those lovely sensations piled up in my belly, redhot, simmering, just waiting for something to touch it off. Ned kept muttering about love and such but I got the feeling that he was acting out parts he'd seen in the movies. «You don't have to talk Ned,» I said softly, «just make love to me. Have you ever done that?»
«Sure I have!» he said defensively, and I knew he was a virgin. Still, he knew where to put it and that was all he needed to know for the time being. He lay on top of me and started to butt his cock against my cunt until I reached down and led him into me by the nose, so to speak. He made me feel like such a mature woman of the world that I had a tiny orgasm just from that.
Once his dick was deep inside my pulsing pussy he was off and running. No subtlety, no technique, only the rat-a-tat pounding of a cock gone mad. He huffed and puffed, fucking like a dervish, unaware of me. And while he carried on I was climaxing left, right and center. God, he turned me on! That taut, lithe body flexing on top of mine, driving that berserk dick into my cunt at lightning speed, just rubbed me the right way. I kept from screaming out my ecstasy for fear of disturbing his rhythm, but it was building up inside me and forced me to express it in different ways such as digging my fingernails into his flesh, Ned was too far gone to notice. It was a great relief to hurt him, to squeeze him so hard that the blood leaked through those tiny lesions in his skin. I clenched my teeth to hold back but it was no use. My hands turned into talons and, starting from both sides of his spine, drew away to leave behind ten bloody trails. The only effect it had on him was to spur him on.
«Yeh, yeh, yeh!» I panted. «Oh Neddy, that's great, keep it up, do it harder, yes, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, oh Jesus Christ Almighty, yes you little fucker!» Oblivious to all my doings, he kept fucking at the same high level. It was like a runner doing a one- mile spring! Would nothing slow this boy down? The erotic friction inside my cunt was at the stage of two sticks about to burst into flames. He moved so fast, so hard, that his pubic bone battered mine relentlessly, first agitating my clitoris into sheer bliss, then numbness, and then into a wholly different form of pleasure, one which combined fiery pain and flaming pleasure. Strings of orgasms rattled through my body, I couldn't stop, he had me on the right plane and now he only had to breathe on me to make me come. He wanted to come with me but he was trapped in his own bottled-up lust. His panting grew critical, he was sweating profusely, but his fucking never let up for a second.
«Take a break, baby,» I said at last. «You're going to hurt yourself at this pace!»
«Wait!» he groaned. The whirling dervish was arrested in midstroke as a gusher of hot cream erupted from his youthful penis. He collapsed like a deflated balloon and lay on me like so much deadweight, gasping for air and letting his sperm dribble into my pussy. I lay still under him because I didn't want to traumatize him in any way. The first one was so important. Ned's breathing became more regular by the second until at last I thought to check and see if he was still awake. I shook him but he didn't respond. So I let him down off me carefully and fetched a handkerchief which I wetted and used to clean his cock with. I made sure the last traces of lovemaking were removed before I gathered up my clothes, wiped myself down, and left his room. Now the poor boy would never know if he'd been dreaming or if it had really happened.
I was still grinning when I got back to my room. Who said you can't have your cake and eat it too? A quick clean-up sufficed to get me back to normal and I went downstairs to meet with the family. The wedding was only a few days away now and my mother had been working furiously to arrange all the details. Now they wanted me to get involved. I wasn't really interested. Things like white dresses and flower arrangements left me cold. However; they insisted I should make some of the decisions, and so the afternoon was spent discussing bridesmaids. My mother was in her element. Plans of battle had been drawn up, the invitations had been sent out, and pretty soon the house would be swarming with relatives from all over. No matter how often I told her that a nice, quiet wedding would be alright, she wouldn't listen. She worked arm in arm with Frank's mother, of course, and both women insisted on making life difficult.
After dinner Frank's parents dropped by and the discussion went on unabated. I sat back trying to stifle yawns. What did it all matter? Still, they meant well. Frank's father was an interesting fellow, actually, and during the tedium I stole many a glance at him. He was big, strong, his hair steel grey, combed straight back and curling up just above the collar; his eyes were pale blue and his face was that of an outdoorsman, tanned, leathery, wrinkled in all the right places. I happened to be sitting next to him and I couldn't help but enjoy his masculine scent. He had on some kind of after-shave lotion but that only complemented his real smell, one that reminded me of leather again, and cigars and aged bourbon. With a bit of luck Frank would grow up to look just like him.
At last the meeting broke up in a flurry of niceties and cliches. God, I was tired of the whole business! I just wanted to go to bed and wake up on the first day of the honeymoon. I trudged up to my room and turned on the light to start getting ready for bed. But as soon as the light went on there was a scurrying sound outside and Veronica jumped in through the window. «Aha, there you are! Come on, we've got a heavy date for tonight,» she said.
«Oh please, no!» I protested. «Look at my eyes, they're red! Let me get some sleep!»
«Hey, remember who was reluctant yesterday even though I said she would have a good time? And who had a good time?»
«Okay, okay, point taken.» With a sigh I put my top back on and followed her into her room.
«They'll be here presently,» she said, sitting on her bed.
«They? How many people did you invite?»
«Only two. Tonight's the last night my folks will be out of town so we have to make the best of it.»
«I see. By the way, how's Ned?»
«Ned? He's okay … although he was acting very strangely today, come to think of it. He was in some kind of daze and nothing I did could shake him out of it. Why do you ask?»
«No reason.» The bell rang and Veronica darted out of the room. Once more I found myself sitting on her bed with my breath short and my face red. The suspense was killing me. What did she have lined up this time, a couple of dykes, a husband and wife team, or what? The answer came soon enough. Veronica entered the room followed by two strapping black six-footers who looked at me like they wanted to rape me on the spot.
«This is Derek and this is Eric,» she said brightly. «They're identical twins, the same in every details, except that I'd swear Eric's is bigger than Derek's.»
«That's not true,» said the twin who had to be Derek. They certainly did look alike, both muscular, square-jawed, and rugged-looking, dark as the night and dressed in white T-shirts and white jeans just to make themselves look all the darker.
«We'll soon have a second opinion.» Veronica made them at home and served drinks and cigarettes. «As you guys know, Jackie will soon be a blushing bride and I want to make sure she's tasted every pleasure in life before she commits herself to the connubial grind. Do you think you can show her something new?»
«Unless someone's already done this for her, she ought to find our double-barreled fuck interesting,» said one of the twins.
«Of course someone's going to have to hold her while we do it,» the other added.
«Wait a minute,» I said, «are you talking about what I'm thinking? That is, by double-barreled do you mean …?» I looked at them in disbelief. «No, you couldn't, you've got me mixed up with a veteran, right?»
«See, someone's going to have to hold her.» Veronica was sitting next to me but I didn't think she'd betray me. Yet she did! Her arms closed about me and took me into a hold that I couldn't possibly break. Eric and Derek were with her in a flash and the three of them took off my clothes and laid me out on the bed. I couldn't believe they were doing this to me, nor could I accept that both these men wanted to fuck me at once. The pain would be too much for me! I struggled maniacally, pulling loose an arm here, a leg there, and immediately using the limb to kick and scratch at them. They tried to subdue me but in the end one of the twins said he needed a couple of ropes «to hold this bitch down.» Again Veronica betrayed me. She got several cords from her parents' dressing gowns and the twins made good use of them to tie me spread-eagled to her bed. I stopped struggling at that point. The more I pulled at the ropes the tighter they became and the more they hurt.
«You'll pay for this, Veronica!» I told her, but I was too scared to put much conviction into my voice. The two black men looked at their handiwork with wide grins, tested the ropes, nodded, and started to undress. Now the tension really mounted. With a bit of luck they wouldn't be too big to accommodate. But when I saw their exposed cocks my asshole twitched in panic and even my pussy contracted nervously and became as dry as a bone. God, these guys were hung. Two black cocks hung down from hard, flat bellies, two dropping, thick blackjacks that could swell up at any moment to turn into billyclubs! «Please don't» I begged them. «One at the time, that's the way I like my men, and I'd love to do it with either one of you. But not together!»
«Hey, bitch, are you going to keep your mouth shut or ain't you?» asked one of them viciously. «You just lie there, understand, and we'll take care of business!»
«Veronica, help me!» She sat in her jerk-off chair and watched impassively. Revenge would be mine! They told me to lie on my side and when I did they lay down at either side of me. There was no contact yet but already my skin crawled in expectation. Their bodies were beautiful, that I couldn't deny no matter how much they scared me. Broad shoulders, emphatic abdominal muscles, deep chests, arms bulging with thick muscle, narrow hips, strong legs, and cocks that were already filling with blood and expanding beyond my worst fears. Now a hand came over from the back and started to caress me slowly, running along my side, the waist, the curve of my ass and down my leg. I began to tremble. The twin in front of me did the same thing. His hand covered my front, running gently along my tits and belly but leaving my pussy alone for the time being. That would change, I figured. Ordinarily this situation would have excited me beyond the boundaries of sanity, but the threat that was being inflated behind me took all the fun out of it.
Those black hands crept along my skin purposefully. I got the feeling that they had done this many times before. I wanted to cry and I wanted to scream but I did neither. If I had screamed really loud my folks would have heard me because it was a still night. But I couldn't ask them for help in this situation, or at least that's what I told myself. Deep down, however, there was a secret desire to undergo just such a painful torture. Those fantasies I'd entertained during Frank's visit hadn't come from nowhere.
Slowly, slowly, caressing me, coming closer, working their massive cocks against the front and back of my legs. The black man in front of me had his face almost against mine. His full, sensual lips were parting slightly, just enough to show the pink tip of his tongue as it lolled about in there ready to go into my mouth. I shuddered and closed my eyes. He pressed his lips against mine and opened them in the same movement. Then the first intrusion took place. His tongue was unusually long. It drove deep into my mouth to lap at my palate, my teeth, and to intertwine with my tongue. Again I shuddered but now it was a rill of pure bliss. It was all so … obscene! The man behind me had both my buns cupped in his hands and squeezed them in such a way that his thumbs were creeping closer and closer to my asshole. When they arrived at the spot his thumbs began to exert pressure on my date, and I had to fight back an urge to wiggle my ass at him. It was lewd, dirty, and I loved it!
So did my cousin. She wasn't content to sit in her chair and look on so she got up and kneeled on the side of the bed to watch more closely. There was lust in her eyes and her hands restlessly touched various parts of her naked body as if looking for the right one to trigger off a solo climax. The man in front of me, whom I kept thinking of as Eric, had both his hands on my pussy, the one holding it open, the other exploring it all over. Derek at my back seemed to be trying to get both his thumbs up my tiny asshole, and he was kissing the back of my neck passionately. They were as close to me as they were going to get now, working their powerful bodies against mine, kissing, fingering, and all I could do was lie there with my hands and feet securely bound by the long cords.
«Give that girl's head some support,» Eric said to Veronica. He didn't have to say any more. She moved in right away to rest my head on her lap and Eric and Derek moved down some to concentrate more on my orifices. While they slipped down along my body and settled there to tongue and lick both my asshole and cunthole, Veronica brushed my hair out of the way so that her pubic hair met my cheek. All I needed to do was turn a little and I'd be face down in her pussy but I was still mad with her for arranging this surprise party. However, as the two black men rimmed and ate me, that anger melted away into mindless sexual passion, which took me to a point at which anything was fun! I turned a little and rested face down in her lap, and she obligingly cocked her pussy up at me so I could eat in peace.
At that stage the threat of anal penetration lost a lot of its sting. Derek's tongue moved up and down my asshole easily, wetting it and relaxing it, getting it to hang loose as much as my pussy was doing. Eric sucked on my clitoris with devastating expertise, which didn't help my morale. And then, as a last development, I began to yearn for a big black cock up my ass! I wanted it, needed it, craved it! In my mind's eye I could see that dark dagger driving up my snow-white ass, boring a tunnel up me, brutalizing me to the point of oblivion! I began to moan into Veronica's cunt, moans which turned to gibberish apd then to clear-cut statements: «Come on then, fuck me, you big studs! I want it, I want it, give it to me. What's the matter? What are you waiting for? FUCK ME YOU GODDAMNED ASSHOLES!»
«Hey, that's not nice,» one of them said, and the next thing I knew a hand came down on my ass with resounding force. The slap stung all the way up my throat but instead of deterring me it encouraged me to curse them out some more. Face down in Veronica's lap, I started a harangue that made them beat my ass with long, stinging blows, sharp pain shot through my body and mingled with my aroused passion to drive me mad with frustration.
«FUCK ME, FUCK ME, OH CHRIST I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE, PLEASE, PLEASE FUCK ME!!»
«That's better,» they said and I felt them move up a bit to get their cocks into position. I became very quiet, waiting as they slipped their shells into the breach. Their cocks felt so thick, so hard, especially the one at the back. My asshole tightened with sudden panic but that couldn't stop him. As one they shoved upward and a half an inch of cock burst past the barriers. A pause, then another shove, and another, pushing in unison from front and back driving their hard meat into my body with such force that the air was expelled from my lungs. And each shove pushed my face harder into Veronica's pussy, which pleased her but almost suffocated me.
The shortage of air was a small problem compared with the excess of cock. My asshole felt like it was about to burst and it put such a lot of stress on my cunt's entrance that I could feel the dividing membrane tearing apart! I began to cry out in agony but they took no notice. In and out, each shove bringing more of their cocks into my straining person.
«Okay, brother,» I heard one of them say, and now their big cocks started to batter me in all seriousness. The pain was harsh and it spread throughout my body. I thought I would surely die. But I thought of my fantasies and of how I had to look at that moment, and that somehow got me over the pain. Two black men labored to drive their cocks deep up my holes, their bodies glistening with sweat, their hands grabbing at my tender flesh, my cousin sitting with her legs wide apart, leaning against a mound of pillows as she fed her pussy into my wide-open mouth to stifle my screams. And I was at the center of all this lust, all this passion, taking on two cocks that would have lasted normal women a lifetime. Yes, Veronica had been right in arranging this little party. I would never need sex on this scale again because I would never forget what it was like in every detail. The chafing sensation of that big dick in my ass, the way it pushed at secret erogenous zones in that musky region, and the virility that went into each stroke, thrilled me deeply. But once it was over I knew I could live without it.
I drifted into a dense fog of passion which was kept dense by the steady pounding of the two cocks. Nothing made sense anymore, it was just one sensation piling up on another. It seemed as though they would never stop and I didn't care. It was like being on opium or something, suspended between life and death. The cocks worked like pumps that supplied my body with life, and that was all that was happening. When they came it was just an additional sensation and when they pulled out it was no different.
They were gone by the time I came to. Veronica looked concerned as she sponged my ass down. There was some blood and a lot of sperm on the towel. «How do you feel?» she asked. They didn't do any damage, did they?»
«No, none at all.» I felt myself gingerly and as sore as my pussy and ass were I knew they'd be alright in a few hours' time. «No, it was really good actually. There was only one problem … I thought I was about to overdose on sex!»
«Really? Wow, that must be a great feeling!» she enthused.
«I guess so … it certainly is when you surface on the right side of it,» I said.