my excitement I could feel the inner lips pushing in, moving up inside of me, as if there was no hole there, and Billy's cock was drilling one. I pushed back against it and screamed again. 'God… GodI It hurts so… good!' 'Jesus, she's tight,' Billy moaned. 'She's gonna crush my fuckin cock… She's making pulp outa it!'
'Beauty shot!' Lance moaned, excited artistically as well as physically. 'Beautiful fucking shot!'
My cunt was one fire, the walls of the canal were screaming with the torturous friction of penetration. I felt every inch, every throb of Billy's cock, scraping against the bloodied tightness of my flesh, gouging out the path for his cock.
I pushed back with everything I could, my whole weight and all my strength. I dilated the muscles of my cunt, hunching down hard, quickly, pouding myself against him. He responded with a similar enthusiasm driving his cock into me with vicious jerks of his hips. It was as if his cock were a nail, and he was trying to hammer it up into me. And succeeding.
Inch by inch Billy's swollen cock moved up into the tight channel of my cunt. I pressed back, and he thrust forward. I groaned and cried, torn between the pain and the exquisite pleasure. Then, suddenly, there was nothing left to push, and Billy's cock was inside my cunt
'Jesus… she took it!' Billy cried in amazement. 'She took it… my whole fuckin cockT
I could feel the cock inside of me, huge, swollen, reaching right up into the pit of my stomach. My body was wrapped tightly around it, and I could feel the tense swing of his hairless balls hanging between my wrenched.open thighs. The organ pulsed inside of me, like a second heart, sending vibrations of pleasure into every corner of my body and brain.
'My… God.' Lance exclaimed excitedly. 'She really did… Look at that! Let me get a shot of that.' He leaned closer, pressing his body down against mine, leaning on my back.
Without thinking, needing it desperately, I tilted my head up, and I swallowed Lance's cock into my mouth as he bent over me. My cunt was aching with the tremendous hardness of Billy's cock, and I burned with an uncontrollable fever.
Lance jumped, startled, when he felt my lips on his organ. He began to pull back, but my mouth was not to be denied. I slithered forward, gobbling the hard, hot shaft, until it was pushing against the back of my throat, and my lips were scraping against the sapper of his open pants. His whole cock, from the thick root down to the throbbing head was in my mouth, pressing down against my wet, licking tongue. I began to suck him desperately.
'What are you doing?' he said, trying to disengage. 'What are you doing?'
Billy, apparently excited by my sudden passion, leaned over me, placing his hands on my back, to see what I was doing. His cock slithered an inch or two deeper into me, and I crushed feebly back against it with my stretched cuntal muscles.
'Look at that…' There was admiration in his voice. 'This bitch can't get enough cock.'
I rocked my hips back against Billy, feeling the deadly swing of his balls between my thighs. My eyes were closed, and I was sucking as hard as I could, trying to swallow the entire length of Lance's cock right down my throat His balls were pressed against my slimy, saliva smeared chin, and they were swinging against me, matching the tempo of the other pair at the other end of my cock.
'I can't… concentrate!' Lance said desperately. He was longer struggling to pull away from me, and was, in fact, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth, sliding it in and out as if he were fucking me. I heard the camera whirring above me, but God knows where it was pointed. 'I can't film this way, Sally!… I can't…'
Off to my left, like a sudden intrusion, I heard another voice. I'd forgotten we had an audience. Burroughs was talking very loudly, in a trembling, excited tone.
'Let her. Let her, Lance!' he said. 'Film it. Film it! Aim the camera down… Get a shot of Sally sucking your cock!'
Whether he was doing as instructed or not, didn't matter to me. All I knew was that Lance was responding to my needs. He was driving his throbbing cock viciously in and out of my mouth, pulling it back until the head was pressed against my teeth, then driving it in hard, the full length, until his balls smacked dully into my face, and the head of his cock was making me gag. I sucked furiously, licking him, drawing him up into my mouth, bathing him with saliva, screwing my mouth down into his heaving belly until my lips were rubbed raw by the grate of his open zipper.
Then Billy behind me began to move. He began to fuck me with his tree-like cock. He slid back, and the sensation was so intense I bit down into the shaft of Lance's cock as I tried to bear the pleasure. Lance groaned, but grew very excited, and pumped even harder and faster in and out of me.
Billy held me in place with his hands, although my mouth was securely fixed to the end of Lance's cock, and he withdrew the full length of his cock except for his cockhead. That he let remain inside of me.
I tensed myself for the inward thrust that I loiew would come. Billy waited, teasing me with the suspense, then, when I thought it would never happen, I felt his hands tighten on my thighs. He drove down, deep, deep, deep into my cunt
The sensation of pleasure rushed from the tip of his cock and pushed up inside of me. I felt it race through my body like a series of waves, one washing against the other, growing larger and larger, until I felt the sensation in my mouth. It washed against the throbbing hardness of Lance's cock as he drove it in and out of me.
I sucked Lance, and pushed back against Billy. He began to draw back again, and I felt the walls of my cunt collapsing around his retreating hardness. Then he shoved himself in again, and the walls ripped open, as if an explosion had cleared a path for his driving cock. I felt the sensation down the length of my body, right up through the roots of my hair. It prickled my scalp as though Billy were fucking me with an electric prod and not his cock.
I don't know who came first. I think it -was Lance. I think it was a chain-reaction: Lance came in my mouth, the sensation of his orgasm traveled down the length of my body, tripping off my own pleasure, and then it gushed around the thick plug of Billy's cock, seeping down into the shaft until it ignited the fires of Billy's passion, and he began to come in my cunt. Three people, all coming at the same time.
I felt my body filling up from both ends. I swallowed the sperm in my mouth, drinking it down desperately to keep from drowning. My cunt performed similarly, sucking out the pumping flood of semen from the end of Billy's throbbing cock. Sperm flowed thickly into me, gushing hotly, and both ends of my body, both drinking, greedy mouths sucked up the swirling goo as quickly as it could be pumped into me. I felt the hot, incandescent flow draining inside of me, as if there was a hole somewhere inside of me, an emptiness, and the sperm was draining into it. The emptiness begari to ache, the emptiness that was there, has always been there, and may forever be there. It was the emptiness, the dissatisfaction, that I felt with Peter, with French, with Zach, with Ralph, with Patti, at the Gdisha-the emptiness that I felt right at this moment of colossal orgasm. Like a hole- inside of me, an empty bottomless pit, and the sperm of two cocks poured into it, trying to fin it with heat and passion and pleasure. Sperm from two ends of me, from two cocks inside of me, and that deep drinking emptiness was still left hungry and unsatiated.
I tried to cry out, but my mouth was flooded with sperm and I was muzzled by the hardness of Lance's cock. I wanted to scream out, to cry out to the world for help, but all I could feel was the undulating throb of Billy's cock in my cunt, bleeding sperm into an open sore that would never heal
Far away, like a whisper ^to my brain, a voice filtered down through the pastel layers of my orgasm. It was Mr. Burroughs, the old, old man, the cripple, the millionaire who had to buy his passion through the bodies of other people. He was shouting, gleefully, as if he too had somehow experienced an orgasm.
'Good, good!' he cried. 'I knew you wouldn't disappoint me, Sally… I knew you wouldn't disap-appoint me, Sally!… Good… Good!… Good! Good!'
CHAPTER NINE
Things began to go a little downhill for me after that night with Billy and Lance, although not immediately. I did enjoy the attention of the two men, I must honestly admit, and I did enjoy the one thousand dollar payment I received for making the film. And so, it wasn't too much of a surprise to me when I received a second call from Mr. Burroughs, coming directly from him.
