The tender flesh beneath the hair began to burn. She pulled the lips apart, stretching them so my cunt- mouth stood out lewdly. Holding them apart, she trailed her fingers around the swollen, slick lips, making them quiver.
She rubbed the very top of my split. She rubbed my pubic bone hard. She caressed, stroked and pinched the gentle rise of my clit-cowl, from where it started to where it peaked. She spread the inside lips and ran her fingernail carefully up the gully. She poked and rubbed my piss-hole. She tugged on the lips, she rubbed them together, she exposed my little clit and caressed it.
I almost passed out. There was no orgasm in sight. She lowered her mouth and started to nibble on the bloated little lips. I screamed and began beating the bed with my fists. I felt lightheaded. My mind was being run through a wringer and mashed out of shape. I was sure it would snap at any second. Then she stopped.
It wasn't to let me cool down. It was to get me ready. I did as I was told and rolled over. She picked up the rag strip and pencil, and spread my ass-cheeks. I felt the rag touch my ass. I felt her push the pencil eraser against my aching asshole. Then I felt the rag being stuffed inside me. The knots itched and burned as more and more of the rag entered my ass.
When she had finished, my ass ached with heat as bad as my cunt. She tossed the pencil to one side and tugged on the rag until the tail dangled loosely but was held securely against the inside wall of my asshole by the first rugged knot.
Making me roll back over, she put the final touches on our preparation. Locking her thighs around my head she rubbed her own wet, drooling cunt against my mouth and nose so I was assailed with her musty odor of sexual need. My tongue flicked out automatically, without thinking about it, and tasted the warm salty wetness of her sweat and cunt-juice.
I don't know how she did it, but while I licked her, she started to cover my cunt with the jelly lubricant. Even though I could tell that she was filled to overflowing with her own need, and about to climax, she forced herself to fill my pussy with the sticky grease. Her fingers rubbed the inside of my cunt as she worked.
Then her fingers left my cunt-hole and concentrated on my clit and outer cuntlips. By the time she was done I had nearly a full jar of Vaseline inside me and spread all over my crotch.
Keith came in before Lynn reached a climax from my sucking, and made us go to the barn. Lynn was gripped with need and barely able to walk. Keith had to carry me. I couldn't have made it on my own.
The couple let go of my feet and I was held there for a second with my ass off the platform. Then the animal pulled out and my ass hit the blanket. But only for a second. He drove in again and I was back in the air, held up by the big cock inside me.
The desperate frustration of the last several weeks left me. The painful uselessness I felt, as I built up above what it took to normally climax, was replaced with a delicious sense of going toward the ultimate of experiences.
There was no question in my mind that I was going to succeed. The confidence I felt added to the delicious sense as my mind triggered the switch, allowing me to leave my self-imposed hell, and start the glorious climb to an orgasm.
I climbed to the orgasm cliff, tiptoed along the edge, tight-rope walked for another couple of his thrusts and then stepped bravely over the edge.
'I'm coming! Oh! Oooh! Ooooh God, but it's wonderful! I'm coming! I don't believe it! Oh-oooh…' I panted.
Lynn jerked the rag out of my ass. I felt every knot as it pulled and burned through my nearly crushed shit chute. I was lifted by the strongest of glorious winds, higher even than I'd been seconds before. It was the Fourth of July. Roman candles, sparklers, sun-bursts, spinners, showers, waves of colored lights danced before my eyes. My ears were filled with music. It was like three symphony orchestras, a couple of rock bands and God himself playing on the drums.
Waves of peace and utter contentment eased me gently down. Waves of excited, urgent thrills threw me back, higher into the heavens, as he jammed back in.
I was babbling. I was mewing. I was growling. I wasn't making any sense – but then I wasn't trying to. I was totally aware of my body. It seemed I could feel each individual hair on the animal's belly as it scraped against me. I could feel every little cell of his giant cock as it stretched and raced in and out of me.
Not only was I reaching an orgasm but I was reaching the ultimate orgasm. I slowly floated down to where I was with the mortals again, only to find myself building toward another one.
I tottered on the brink again and flew off for another wonderful, rich orgasm as the cock inside me trembled, swelled, stretched my cunt even wider, then spewed its load under pressure. My cunt gurgled, bubbled, squished and splashed with the slick, smelly stuff squirting out the sides and around the cock. It took a couple of minutes to find my voice. Finally, after catching my breath, I called out weakly for Keith and Lynn. The only answer was the sound of gasping and panting.
I managed to lift myself up to where I could see Keith's sweating back, shoulders and pistoning ass. They hadn't been able to wait any longer. I was glad. I was completely satisfied for the moment.
That night, after we'd cleaned up and had supper, my brother and his wife decided to give me a massage. My entire body was stretched and strained.
Their probing fingers kneaded the sore muscles, working on each one until the tension and soreness left. They used a heat lamp I hadn't even known about and a vibrating massager they had brought with them.
Two hours later, their arms and hands aching from the hard work of massaging me, they had only my pussy left. I felt like a million dollars. Lynn got the massager, replaced the batteries, and Keith directed my head to his lap with a comment that he had something that needed a lot of massaging done by a mouth.
I took his hot, salty-tasting cock in my mouth and began to run my tongue around its crimson head. I heard Lynn flip the vibrator on and almost choked on the cock as she touched it to my clit.
Keith rolled over on his side and buried his face in his wife's cunt. Lynn completed the circle by gently easing the heavenly vibrator in and out of my tortured pussy. We lay that way for a long time, relishing the aroma and flavor of each other.
I had never felt so close to anyone. I had never felt so content, or so at peace. Life was going to be all right again. The banana-shaped vibrator throbbed and shook inside me. It not only excited my cunt and made it drool, but also relieved the ache and pain of my stretched muscles. I built up slowly, savoring every delicious second of the wonderful sensation.
Keith's mighty cock was so stiff that it bowed slightly in the center. I could hear Lynn gasping and purring. Her hand trembled every once in a while as Keith's expert tongue found and teased each of the right spots.
The plastic vibrator vanished in my cunt. Lynn rolled me over to where her mouth could find my clit. Her tongue flicked out and slapped it eagerly. Keith found my tits and began playing with them and I shot higher and higher.
Keith began to shiver and his cock was throbbing. He pulled off me. Lynn got up and knelt over my face, filling my mouth with her hairy swamp. Keith pulled my legs up and hooked one of my ankles over each shoulder.
My brother's big cock replaced the vibrator quickly as he took it out and tossed it aside. I barely felt it at first because of my stretched condition and the warm numbness the vibrator had left inside me.
My tongue flicked out and found Lynn's clit as her cunt-juice dribbled and ran down the underside of my tongue and pooled at its base. Then the effects of the vibrator began to wear off and I felt Keith shooting in and out of my cunt. I felt guilty about being so loose. I wondered if he could feel my slick twat and tried to tighten my cunt-muscles.
He didn't seem to mind. I could hear his ragged breathing and knew he was getting ready to fill me with his cum. Pushing my tongue inside Lynn's cunt I could feel it trying to milk me. My own snatch was boiling with need. Lynn grabbed my tits and began to squeeze them as she gripped my head in a bruising hold between her thighs and frantically rolled her hips into my face. Keith lunged in and out as hard as he could and I felt the first splashes of his cum before I rocked into my own orgasm.
When it was over we collapsed into a heap. I could do it. My curse was over – I was normal again. Not only that but I had managed to give them the best thank-you in the world – my body.
My problems weren't completely over yet. I had been aroused so often during my search for the cure that it had become a habit. I was almost addicted to sex. But that I could handle. I knew I could.
