"Ha-a-a-ppy birthday, Princess!" George shouted as he came out of the bathroom. He always got up about eight, showered, shaved, and then woke me. He pampered me and let me sleep "to keep my strength up for long sexy nights" was the way he phrased it.
"Goddam, you do look radiant. Sheri, even when you wake up first thing in the morning. And that is the acid test for a woman. Most of 'em don't look worth a shit without three hours at a makeup table. C'mon, get up, get up. We gotta go get your birthday present. I told 'em at the office I was takin' the day off for your birthday."
As I slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom, I could hear George fixing our morning coffee, and I thought how happy I'd been the past two years, four months and three days that we'd been together. He had worked hard at his job of selling, and even harder at his job as "my husband", and I felt as if I were sitting on top of the world. He had promised me an extra – specially nice present for my birthday, although I told him his love was all the present I wanted. He'd been real swell about buying me all the clothes and jewelry I needed, and we were actually in pretty good shape. He handled all the money, and I never wanted for a thing. My old life was behind me and I'd never be a loser again. Life was beautiful.
And I had a surprise for him. Today was going to be a day for both of us to remember, I could see that. As soon as I'd showered and dressed and got to the kitchen, George announced my birthday present.
"A brand-new bright-yellow Stingray convertible, baby! How does that sound? And I've got the cash to pay for it in full right here. And it'll go in your name – your very own car, lover. Does that show you I love you?" He was happy as a six-year-old with his first electric train. He was always happy when he gave me things.
"Oooooooh, George! That's perfect, darling!" I yelled, and kissed him extra hard. He'd taught me to drive about five months ago, and I just loved sports cars and convertibles, so this was a dream come true. And I had news for him.
"I've got something for you, too, lover," I said, excited at my good news.
"What's that, hon?" he asked, sipping his coffee.
"We're going to have a baby, George! Won't that be…"
I broke off, for he had spluttered his coffee all over the table and he slammed his cup down.
"You're WHAT!!!" he shrieked. "No fuckin' way, baby!"
"But George…" I started to protest.
"Bullshit!! No cunt's gonna trap me with another brat, I've told you and told you. You dumb bitch, did you think I was kiddin'?" I'd never seen such a fierce look in George's eyes before, nor heard that menacing tone. "What the fuck happened – the pill didn't work? I thought it was a hundred percent."
"I… I… well, I, uh, yeah, it's supposed to be, but they gave me those headaches and I was always throwin' up, George, so I thought…"
"Jesus Kee-rist! Who told you to think, cunt? Goddamm it to hell, kid, you ain't got no brains, none at all, except in that fight little box of yours. All your thinkin' should be done with your hot snatch – there, you're a genius. Anywhere else, you're an idiot and a loser. Aww-w-w-w, shit! This blows it!" He mashed his cigarette out fiercely and stood up, dumping over his chair in his anger. "I'll be back when I cool off. See ya!" and he stomped out of the house.
When we'd first started living together, he had told me how having four kids in three years had wrecked his first marriage – he just didn't like kids – and his last wife had had four abortions – actually three, and one miscarriage – and had been un-fuckable, as he phrased it, half the time, and had kept him broke with doctor bills the other half, and he blamed it all on pregnancies. So we'd gotten on the pill right away, but the side effects bothered me a lot. I knew he didn't want to hear me griping and complaining all the time, so he of course didn't realize how I felt. But I had thought that by now he'd really like to have a small family, so I'd been proud of the fact that I was going to make a father of him. The subject of kids hadn't been discussed since that very first time when we first got together. Ah, shit! I thought as I sat morosely at the kitchen table.
I sat and waited, sat and waited, even cried a little a couple of times. Everything was going so damn well, and now this. Oh, hell. Then about noon Jack Larson, a salesman buddy of George's knocked. When I let him in, telling him that George wasn't here, he told me.
"Yeah, I know. He looked me up, gave me this note, and sent me over for his stuff. I'll pack it. He told me what to bring." He headed for the bedroom as I opened the note and read it.
"Sheri," it said. "I told you there was only one no-no in our relationship: kids. O.K., you thought you'd trap me with a brat, but you guessed wrong, baby. You are the most perfect sex partner I've ever known or ever will find, probably, but you still got a lot to learn about men. Good luck wherever you go. Here's a hundred bucks to get started on. That's it, baby. I refuse to be a pigeon for any broad." As I finished rereading it and it penetrated to my numbed mind, Jack left the house with two suitcases and I just sat there sobbing. My perfect day had turned to a mountain of shit. Happy birthday, Loser!
I won't bore you with the mess that the next six months turned into. I had never worked, knew no trade, couldn't type or file, so I ended up slinging hash in a crummy dump on McDowell St. My "husband" was in the Army, I told everyone, and even though I pinched pennies and cut corners, I could see that my baby'd be born in County General. Then Gladys, an older, sorta hard cookie that worked with me told me, because I'd confided to her that I didn't want the baby, and that my "husband" had written from overseas that he was not coming back to me, well, she told me about this adoption thing. If they accepted you, they'd pay your living expenses the last couple of months, cover your doctor and hospital bills, and take care of you for a couple months after the baby was born, to let you get on your feet.
Gladys knew of a friend of a friend who'd gone that route, and came out of it pretty well, signing over the baby to a nice responsible couple. She put me in touch with a lawyer on North Central who handled it, and when I went to see him, he accepted me. He referred me to a doctor who examined me, and then scheduled me for what he said was a detailed diagnosis. When I showed up for that, his nurse put me under sodium pentothal, he examined me, and a week later the attorney wrote me and asked me to come to his office for some final details.
When. I entered his office, he met me at the door and as I walked in, he shut and locked the door. He motioned me to a chair in front of his desk and came and stood in front of me, lounged back against his desk, and unzipped his trousers and tugged out his cock.
"Suck it!" he commanded sharply, and I guess I just sat there with my mouth open. "C'mon, Sheri, I want a blow job! NOW!" He leaned forward toward my face, which was just at his crotch level, and put his long, limp cock in my hands while I tried to think what to do. What the hell was going on here? What did he think I was? He answered that.
"C'mon, c'mon," he urged. "You aren't Mrs. Collins, or even close to it – you're Sheri Jackson and you're a runaway from probation. Now you can either cooperate or by God you get sent back. And you'll go to reform school for three or four years if you go back to Iowa. So quit stallin', baby. You're no Goddam cherry, so quit playin' hard to get." His smooth attorney's veneer was gone, and he was just another dirty old man.
"I… how did… you find out?" I stammered.
"Shit! Simple. Like you, dummy. That sodium pentothal examination is a deal I have with the doc. He probes with truth serum, and passes on the goodies, all the information, to me. We work together. C'mon now, get with it – you ain't losin' a damn thing but a few minutes' time, hon."
I didn't like the circumstances at all, but as I had sat there talking and holding his cock, my warm hands had apparently communicated my feminine touch to him, and his meat had hardened perceptibly. I had been without any sex for a couple of months, and nature took over. My brain began to pound and my gut ached as I fondled his long slim cock tenderly. It was a funny-looking pecker, different from any that I'd experienced. It was about eight inches long – limp – and no bigger around than my thumb, and he wasn't circumcised. As I petted it and got ready to kiss it and suck it, I could feel the blood rushing through and into it, and it stiffened up rapidly. But it didn't get any bigger! It was still an eight-inch skinny cock! It ended up looking like a big expensive cigar – long and maybe only an inch in diameter, with this fold of skin over the tip.
I smiled up at him – to be frank, I damn near laughed at the sight of his cock – and he took that for encouragement. Well, hell yes, I was going to blow him. I was blackmailed into not being able to say no, plus the simple fact that I did want some sex. Christ, pregnant or not, I just couldn't go too long without it.
As I bent my head to get at his tool, he settled his hips against the desk firmly, and my little hands grasped his weapon like a kind of skinny ball bat. I let my hands slide backwards along his shaft, and the skin was rolled back to display a shiny pointed glans that glistened before my face. I had always seen brownish-purple heads on pricks, and this new shiny pink one intrigued me, and I wondered if it'd taste different. I'd soon find out.
The instant I touched the head with my hot wet tongue, he tensed, and I pulled back, licked my lips liberally, and encircled the pink head with my lips. I suctioned on the thin, hard lollipop, bobbing my head very briefly to let it enter my mouth, and then my tongue took over, and I flashed and fucked it hotly back and forth along the underside of his glans. Then, as I let go with my hands to get a better grip, I felt the roll of skin that I had peeled back earlier come sliding forward. My tongue was trapped and surrounded by the warm silken fold of cock skin as his tool returned to its enveloped style. I liked the sensation, and let his cock alone with my hands so that I could delve farther back and cuddle his balls. His bag hung down six inches or more, and his nuts were simply enormous – they felt like tennis balls, only a lot heavier.
By now I was getting hotter and hotter, and I wanted as much of his pencil-slim rod in me as I could get, although it was pretty damned long. I quit jouncing his balls and grabbed the base of his cock again and yawned widely and leaned forward. As more and more of his tool slipped into my hungry mouth, I kept bathing the rigid length of it with a rapidly swishing tongue, bobbing my head fiercely as I withdrew, then took more than the last stroke, withdrew, inhaled farther yet, and thus kept absorbing more and more of its length until I felt his bristly hairs hitting my forehead and eyes. By now his long rod was bending at the head when it hit the back of my throat and the roof of my mouth, and just as I'd start to feel a gagging sensation I'd raise my head, catch my breath, and then as I got the rhythm that any good cocksucker eventually develops, I would breathe in through my mouth as I withdrew, and exhale through my nose as I gulped his stiff meat into my cheeks and mouth.
I felt his loins tighten up, and knew that I was making it so good for him that he wouldn't be able to hold off much longer, so I braced myself and got ready to take his load of come into my mouth. I'd never yet swallowed any that wasn't delicious and warm and rich and creamy, and I'd gotten so addicted to it that I never thought of pulling out and jacking a man off to finish the job. Hell, it was just like warm, melted vanilla ice cream, I always thought.
Then he came, and I felt his hands entangle themselves in my hair and rudely haul me up tight to his gut to ram every millimeter down my throat. I felt the rubbery-rigid bending of his cock as it hit the top of my throat and penetrated downward a couple of inches. It was all I could do to keep breathing as I felt a scalding stream of sperm shoot across my tonsils and into my stomach. It was one long hot jet, not in spurts like I was used to, and it felt as if a thin hard firehose had blasted off. Then, instantly, his cock went limp in my mouth, and although the head of it was still crammed deep into my gulping throat, I had not really had to swallow any of his jism, for it was shot clear down into my stomach at the first heated blast, and now that his meat was limp again, it felt like a soft long rope in my mouth. I gnawed gently and contentedly on the shaft as I ran my tongue along it and then sucked my cheeks in and out rapidly to massage it to total drainage I hadn't even tasted his cum, it had been spat so far past my taste buds when it ejected.
I pulled my head away from his dangling cock, and took it with my thumb and forefinger clear back at the base of the shaft and waved it slowly back and forth. It intrigued the hell out of me – I'd never seen one just like that before, and I enjoyed playing with it. He patted my head.
"Sheri, my doll, that was just wonderful. You are a marvelous little cocksucker, and we're going to get along just great in the coming months – and I mean coming months."
"As you get bigger and bigger during your pregnancy, fucking won't be so good, but I prefer a fine blow job anyway, so it'll work out real well. As far as taking care of you, the doctor loves to screw cunt, so he'll take care of you while you're taking care of him and me both. Not a bad arrangement, is it? And a couple months after the baby's born and adopted we'll set you up and take care of you real well. How does that sound?"
I nodded. What the hell else could I do but agree? I sure didn't want to get sent back to reform school, and I'd need some sex, and I sure as hell wasn't gonna try to make a living all my life slinging hash – I'd found that out the hard way already, so… I figured if I had a doctor and an attorney keeping me for a mistress, I'd be doing a lot better than out on my own. I was beginning to realize how dumb it was in a lot of things. Only one thing I was halfway smart at, and the men all thought I was a genius there, so why not capitalize on it?
The attorney explained what my setup would be – I would have a weekly doctor's appointment, and Doc could fuck me in his office then, and a weekly appointment with him, the lawyer, and I'd blow him in his office. It worked out real well, and the Doc was good and slow and gentle with me. I was only five months along, but my belly was pretty big, or at least it seemed so to me, who'd always been and slim. But the doc showed me the best ways – from the rear, so only half of the cock goes in, and lying on my side, so his weight isn't on my belly, and so forth. We had a ball.
The last month of my pregnancy we cut out the fucking, although Doc did scrub me up a couple of times and ate my cunt so that I'd have some fun and some release from the tremendous tension that any girl would naturally experience when she's having her first kid, all alone, miles from home – if you could call what I'd had a home – and knowing she'll have to go through all the pain and agony of childbirth just to give it away to some strangers. Well, no use feeling sorry for myself – I got into the mess and had to make the best of it somehow. So that's what I did.
I signed the adoption papers the day before I went to St. Joseph's Hospital. Yeah, I got the best medical care. They filled out the papers with everything except the date and the sex of the baby – that'd be done as soon as he was born.
I just saw the baby – it was a girl – for an instant when Doc held her up just after she came out. I was about half out of it, and couldn't see or care much, and then they took her away and put her in a special nursery for the new adoptive parents, and I went into kind of a depressed mood for the four days I was in the hospital.
When I got out and went back to Doc for a checkup on the tenth day, he told me to see the attorney. I did, and found out they'd rented me a small, but quite nice apartment, and he gave me a hundred dollars to buy groceries and necessities. He patted my ass gently and said he and Doc were both looking forward to "getting back in the saddle" as he called it. I smiled and said I guessed I was, too. He said we'd get together in about a month, and I wouldn't regret it, not for a minute.
Four weeks later the lawyer stopped by my apartment, asked me how I felt, and when I told him fine, he said that he and Doc would be over to see me the next evening and get things definitely arranged for my future.
The next afternoon I took a leisurely bath, set my hair, and dressed up real nice for them. They showed up promptly at eight o'clock, took me out to dinner at a real fancy restaurant – I guess the meal and drinks and tip came to almost eighty bucks – and then about ten we headed back to my apartment.
Harold, the lawyer, bolted the door shut and turned to me immediately. "Get undressed, honey. Let's see if you're still as snug and tight as Doc said you were." I could see Doc already shedding his clothes, and we all went into the bedroom. I'd never had a threesome before, and I wondered which one wanted to go first. Doc told me.
"All Harold's had so far is blow jobs from you, and all I did was fuck you, so we thought we'd trade it tonight, and give both of us some variety, and you can service us both at the same time. O.K., little girl?" By now we were all three nude and sprawled on the bed. I thought, what the hell – the jokers are paying the freight, why not keep them happy?
"Sure, lover," I answered enthusiastically. "There's enough for everyone. And I think it'll be tight enough for either one of you – I can hardly get a tampax in without really shovin' hard. So come on, one and all!" I laughed, and lay back on the bed.
Dec knelt at the top, with his knees on either side of my head, and I saw his magnificent cock looming above my face, its brown shaft and veined underside almost filling my horizon, already erect and anticipating. As he leaned forward over me, it aimed his massive weapon directly down at my wet mouth, and I reached up and pulled the head to my lips. I could feel Harold between my thighs, and spread them wide apart to give him easy entrance.
As I licked the glans that tested on my lips and clutched the throbbing shaft behind it, I felt Harold's fingers parting my hairline crack, and it felt so good to have a gentle loving man down there once more. Then came the first tentative touch of his tongue as he ran it up and down my slit, and I could feel waves of heat surge downward through my belly to end at my cunt, and then I heard his slurping as he lapped up the drops of cunt juice that I could feel oozing out of my hot snatch.
As Harold warmed me down below, I just had to have some cock, so I seized Doc's enormous trunk with both hands, yawned wide with my spit-covered lips, and tugged the heated tool into my baby mouth. I could feel the vast slab of hot meat touching both cheeks, the roof of my mouth, and pressing my tongue flat in my face. Goddam, it was a heavy prick, but that's what I loved most, and I got to drooling from the sensation of having my face fucked by such a lovely pecker, and the flow of saliva allowed me to accept even more of his huge prick back into my mouth. As I gulped and gnawed tenderly on the huge length of it, massaging his head vigorously with my mouth and throat muscles, he began to raise and lower himself slowly over my face, withdrawing until the flared rim of his cock was literally caught behind my teeth, then renewing his insertion of the long mass of gristle down my avid oral canal till he felt the tip bump at the back of my throat, then out, back in, my tongue lashing and bathing the underside of his lance with each stroke in each direction. I could hear him panting above me, even as I was doing while sucking his beautiful cock.
Down below, my cunt hairs were slick and soggy from the spit and fluids that drenched them. Harold had been busy indeed, and I had felt little tremors and flutters of comes shiver through me as if gentle warm winds had shaken my branches. Now, as we all settled down to some pretty steady and serious applications of sex, I knew that before long I was going to be torn emotionally by several big comes.
I felt Harold remove his muzzle from my cunt and then he clambered aboard, and his long skinny rod was placed at the dripping pink entrance to my cunt, and then he launched. Even as thin as his cock was, the linings of my tender cunt clung ferociously to its tremendous length as he pushed inch after inch of it into my willing but snugly yielding cave. He bumped the end of the tunnel of love, and I felt his lean cock bend back upon itself as he kept ramming and jabbing the long tool up inside me.
Just as I felt the good warm filling penetration of a cock up inside my pussy, I became aware of the special tautness of Doc's loins and muscles that warmed me that he was nearing his orgasm, and I just had time to inhale a deep breath and swallow once when he yelled and dove into my face to the hilt. His cock wasn't as long as Harold's, but it was at least two and one half inches in diameter, and my mouth was crammed to capacity with its massive load of gristle, so when he came in thick, slow, surging, I had to gulp and swallow as fast as I could to keep from choking.
It went down harder than usual, Doc's cum was so thick, but it tasted deliciously sweet. God, it was good, and the gulping and straining I was doing to contain and keep it in me was flexing all my oral muscles to the utmost, which kept Doc's huge cock pumping more and more into my baby face.
I heard Doc moan and then sag away from me, and his cock went "plop" as it was jerked from my avid working mouth and he slumped, panting and exhausted, beside where Harold and I lay fucking on the bed. I turned and smiled at him as our motions gradually increased.
Now that I could concentrate on fucking Harold without the delicious extra chore of blowing Doc, I could feel the intensity of my heat rising, and I knew that it would be a minute at most before I had my first orgasm in three months.
"Fuck me, Harold, keep that long skinny rod rammed way up in me Daddy oh yes harder Daddy fuck fuck fuck fuuuuck meeee theeeerrre!!!" and just as I blew my ninety-day savings out my snatch and felt the waves of delight blind and singe my brain, I got an added tickle from the thrusting stream of cum that poured up inside my clinging, grasping cunt lining. We lay there for a moment, and it felt as if a snake had crawled up inside me and was waving its head. I remember wondering idly exactly how it would feel if a girl had a tame snake that she could train to crawl up in her cunt and wave its head around for half an hour.
We took turns in the bathroom cleaning up, and then after the men had a cigarette and got their breath and rested a bit, we decided to swap around and try something else.
"First, though, Sheri, I might as well be frank with you right now. You're going to be doing this for the rest of your life. Or at least as long as we want you to because I know you don't want to go to jail, and we don't want to leave you. Your know that, don't you? And you'll live an awful lot better than you ever have before. You won't wait for anything, or need anything, ever. We'll take care of you like you never dared to dream of. Right, Doc? All you have to do is just to do what we tell you. Deal?" Harold asked.
"Sure," I agreed. "No sense denyin' how well I like to fuck and everything, and you're both nice guys, and gentle with me, and I could never afford this place, and live good and eat good. If I was supportin' myself, so I'd be a fool not to agree, wouldn't I?"
"Tell her the rest, Harold," Doc spoke up.
"Well, honey, we have friends from time to time that also like tight pussy. If we have someone over, and tell you to ball them, you'll have to do that, too. Oh, don't worry, Sheri, there won't ever be over two a night. But it's necessary, sometimes, to show a client or a friend or a business associate a good time. Now, to be perfectly frank, they'll be payin' for those favors, but they'll arrange it through us entirely, and we'll give you half the money. We'll keep the other half for our expenses here and the arranging. Is that fair enough?" He smiled at me.
"What do you charge 'em?" I asked.
"Oh, probably ten or fifteen dollars, honey. Just to have a little money coming in to help cover your costs. We will have to share most of your bills, but you'll be livin' like a queen all the time – to the tune of about seven or eight hundred a month, and you couldn't earn that, could you?"
"God, no!" I thought a moment. "Sounds O.K. to me, men."
"Good, then that's settled," Doc said with a smile. "How about us knockin' off one more for tonight, and tomorrow we start getting down to business?"
I had been thinking of something ever since I gave Harold his first blow job in his office six months before. I figured that this was as good a time to mention it as any.
"Harold, would you like to go in the back door this time? You know, in my ass?" I asked. "I've seen it done once, and the woman really loved it after she got used to it. And you're cock is thinner than most – I'm afraid that Doc would tear me in half, but I might be able to take yours up my ass. If you wouldn't mind, that is," I added.
"Jesus, no!" he exclaimed. "In fact, I've done that an awful lot, because generally that's the only way that a grown woman is tight enough to satisfy me. Your cunt is the snuggest I think that I've ever had, so I enjoy that with you, but you're probably right – you should get broken in gradually, rather than getting torn up from the word go." He turned to Doc. "If you don't mind waiting just a bit, old chum?"
Doc waved grandly. "Be my guest, buddy."
Harold went into the bathroom and returned immediately with a small jar of Vaseline. "We'll have to take it gently and easily and slowly here at first, Sheri, because I want you to like it, and I'm sure you will. Your asshole has the same sort of erotic nerve endings that your tits and cunt have – in fact, properly excited, almost any portion of your body is erotically responsive. So you can actually have orgasms from ass-fucking, and if I can bring that to you, we'll have had a damned successful night, I think."
I lay down on the bed, with my face cradled in my crossed arms, then hiked my smooth round asscheeks up in the air and spread my knees apart as he instructed. Instead of smearing my pink puckered asshole with Vaseline, he knelt behind me and started running his tongue up and down the crack of my ass. It tickled, and when I felt him finger my cuntlips underneath just as his tongue centered on my crinkled rosebud, little shivers shot through me from the pleasure. I was beginning to get more eager for this initiation since I had such good teachers to take care of me.
I don't know whether he figured that I was getting hot enough, or whether he couldn't wait any longer, but he got up close behind me, with his cock a few inches below my cunt and told me to get a handful of lubricant and massage it into the shaft of his cock, being careful to put plenty up on the glans. I felt his finger dip into the jar alongside mine, and as I seized his rigid tool and began applying it, I could feel him smearing my asscrack with grease. Then he rubbed gently on the tight doorway and told me to relax. When I did, he deftly inserted one finger, and it didn't hurt a bit, just felt slick and smooth and warm as it went past the second knuckle. He jabbed it in and out, getting my asshole and the inside lining all coated with Vaseline, and then suddenly I felt a sharp stretching as he put two fingers at the doorway and shoved. I breathed deep and tried to relax, but my sphincter was stretched further than it ever had been taking a big shit, and it hurt a bit.
Meanwhile, I was rubbing the lube into his cock, and then he pulled away, saying that we'd better get with it or he'd shoot off in my hand. I felt him draw back and place his left hand on my left buttock, pulling it sideways to open up my crack to the widest, and then came the warm touch of his glans against my tight virginal asshole. He must have felt me tense up at the anticipation of his penetration, for he said softly to just relax and let him do the work.
"O.K., Harold, go ahead. But if I holler, you stop, won't you?" I said.
"Sure, honey. I'm not going to tear you up. Won't even hurt you if I can help it, although, it's sorta like losing your cunt cherry, y'know. It might be just a teensy bit painful for just a second. But you let me know, and we'll go slow and easy. I want you to love it, Sheri, same as you love to fuck and suck. I want you to enjoy sex every way. Now, just relax your hips and ass, that's it, and when I say 'push', you push your insides back, same as if you were taking a shit. Then there's nothing to it. Ready?" I nodded, he said "Push!" and he rammed forward.
"Oooohhh! Noooooo! Wait – oh God – stop! Oh! Stop!!!" I screamed as I felt the sharp searing pain of my asshole ripped by the invasion of Harold's cock. Thin and skinny as I had thought it was, I wasn't ready for the ungodly pain that ensued as he buried his long cock halfway to the hilt up my ass. He stopped with that first thrust, and held perfectly still as I sobbed and felt the shooting pains spreading out from what I thought must be my torn and bleeding asshole. It seemed like a red-hot flashlight had been forced up there, and I swear it didn't hurt a lot more when I had the baby. The baby hurt longer, but not much sharper.
"Relax, Sheri darling," I heard Harold say. "Your asshole muscles are tighter than your pussy, so naturally they grab quicker and harder and tighter, but if you'll just relax, those same big muscles will stretch open that much easier. I'll lay here and wait, honey, no hurry, but if you will relax, it'll be that much easier for you, and the hard part is already over – the head's in, and that's the roughest part, usually. You can take a lot of cock up there, lots longer ones than your pussy can hold. It's just the diameter that gets you at first, honey."
I remember that was what Larry Purcell had told my mom that lime he cornholed her, and he had a huge cock, so I could guess what Mom went through that first time when I was watching them. Jesus! Wonder it didn't kill her! Outside of the painful stretching of the ring at the entrance, it felt kind of good and warm up in there, and I did want to explore this way of fucking, so I forced myself to grit my teeth and tell Harold to go on ahead.
Our mutual body heat had by now thinned and melted the lubricants we had so generously applied, and as he withdrew his cock till just the head remained inside my raw red asshole, it gave a smooth, soothing touch to the frictioning of his shaft, and then as he plunged in again, a longer stroke each time, it actually felt velvety and good, and as he pulled it back out on the reverse strokes, I could feel my ring clinging and grabbing and stretching as it felt like he was drawing my guts from my body.
The gentle tingling of his friction gradually stimulated previously unknown nerves in my ass, and I found that I had unconsciously placed one hand under my belly and was fondling my clitoris in rhythm to his in and out stroking. On the times he'd push, it felt as if his long cock was going clear through my belly and up into my throat, but as he had said, the bowels will hold a lot of meat, and there was no stretching or tearing inside like there was with a pussy the first few times.
His rapid seesawing had numbed the sphincter muscle, and with continued rapid thrusts, it had become accustomed to his invasion, and now I was really beginning to enjoy it. I found myself backing up harder and faster, rocking my ass to meet his lunging thrusts, and loving the hot shaft that stuffed me way up high, wanting more and more of this gut-filling way of lust.
"Hey! Just a second. I've got an idea. I don't want to sit here and get so hot I'll hafta jack off," Doc piped up. Harold stopped jabbing at my ass, and I turned my head to look at him and see what he had in mind.
"Sounds fair," Harold conceded. "How'll we do it?"
"Simple," Doc told him. "You lay on your back and leave it up Sheri's ass. She'll sorta be laying back on your lap with her pussy up in the air inticing me, and I'll slip it up her cunt."
"Yeah," I grinned. "That oughta work all right. Boy, will I be stuffed with cock! I've never tried it, but I'm game for anything, I'm gettin' so hot." I looked over my shoulder and smiled at Harold. "And it's gettin' better and better back there, lover. Just keep it clear in and hold real still until Doc manages to get that big son of a bitchin' cock of his started in the front. Then we can all cut loose."
Doc was by now kneeling before my spread legs, his massive tool held rigidly before him as he lowered his body slowly and gently down onto my jiggly tits. I felt him stroking the head of it up and down in my slimy juices to lube the glans, and then his fingers parted my slick pink lips, and he fed the first inch, the huge purple head, between the outer lips of my cunt. Even slick and hot and ready as they were, and spread as far apart as his fingers could get them, I could feel the terrible widening of his monstrously thick cockhead as it gouged and crowded the tender opening. I had not had any fucking except Harold's skinny cock in over three months, and when the muscles contracted after having the baby, they had returned to their former tightly closed layout. So it was with strenuous effort that Doc succeeded in impaling me with that wide tool of his.
I gasped in my breath and felt my eyes widen at the tremendous fierce stretching I took to engulf all of Doc's stumpy prick up in me. It didn't hurt – just felt all stuffed and strained. The shaft itself went in smooth and slick, following that flared, plowing head.
Harold told Doc to hold it clear in, said he could feel his cock as it came inside me, sliding the full length along his shaft as it lay buried in my rectum. The membrane separating my bowel from my cunt was stretched thin by the huge cocks that crowded my inner caverns, and I, too, could feel them rubbing together. Then Harold told Doc that he would pull out. Then when Harold pushed in, Doc was to pull out, and they'd seesaw that way.
Then it started. As I felt Doc's thin rod withdraw out of my asshole to the tip and then start back in, feeling the long, smooth, slow, hot penetration up my gut, Doc began to pull his thick meat from my clutching, grasping tight cunt, and the crazy mixed-up sensation of one going in and another coming out at the same time was wild. I need to relax my pussy to let Doc in to the hilt at the same time I snugged up my asshole ring to clamp Harold's cock to the utmost and give him tighter thrills, and I tell you my belly was being churned and turned every way in the world.
In two minutes I didn't know whether I was coming or going! Actually, I knew I was coming. I didn't know whether my cunt and asshole would it burned out with the intensity and duration of that orgasm or not, and I couldn't even tell whether it was a clitoral, vaginal, or rectal orgasm – my whole body was on fire and coming from every direction. I was just melting!
After we'd rested and gotten our breath, and gathered our wits a little bit, the two men agreed that I was probably about the best they'd ever known – talented, willing to try everything and do anything, and tight and enthusiastic that they'd get fifty bucks a trick, and half of that would be mine. Two tricks a night would net me fifty per day, for twenty-five days a month, with tame out for periods, would give me twelve hundred and fifty dollars a month and all my expenses, and no taxes. And a few months ago I was getting a buck-fifty an hour and a few lousy tips and having to slave nine hours a day on my feet to do it! You've come a long way, baby! I told myself.
They showed me a gold-plated coin about the size of a quarter, with my name on it. Any man that showed up with one of those was to be given whatever he wanted, and I was to collect the coin. They sold them to men they could trust and would pay me twenty-five dollars for each one I collected when I tricked, a john. We'd get together one night a week for a party and a payoff. Starting tomorrow night. I said I was ready, because now that I was in the saddle again, I wanted all the fucking I could get, and variety I really loved. We parted with smiles and high hopes.