I covered my mouth coyly with my hand to keep from giggling over the way his eyes bulged and the sweat was beading on his red forehead. My hands shook as I poured us each a cup. The saucers rattled as I carried them to the table and set them down.
There was no question about having him hooked so I didn't play any games. Looking him right in the eyes I grinned and purred, 'How would you like to fuck me?'
I thought the poor guy was going to have a heart attack. His mouth fell open and then clamped shut. He stared at me and tried to get some words to come from his trembling lips. It must have taken a half-minute for him to get his composure and nod his head.
Taking him by the hand I led him toward the bedroom where I hoped to receive the magic which would break the evil spell.
The big man was shy until we got in the bedroom and started to strip. His clothes flew off so fast I thought he was a quick-change artist. The last piece of his clothing fell away and he stood staring at my panty-clad body, a handsome, well-developed hard-on protruding from his loins.
'Don't take your panties off yet,' he ordered. 'Get me a pair of scissors first.'
I was a little scared. I didn't like being alone in the house with a man I didn't know – especially when he had something pointed and sharp in his hands.
'Do as I say! I'm not going to hurt you. I'm going to fix your clothes so they'll really turn me on!'
I went to my desk and, pulling out a pair of shears, handed them to him. He grinned and made me lie on the bed. He spread my legs and caught the double lining of my panty-crotch. I had hoped the dark shadow of my triangle beneath the flimsy material would turn him on, and it must have, because he made no move to cut it. Instead he poked the point through the cloth at the edge of the crotch and cut it away, leaving only the thin elastic of the legbands.
When he finished, the top of my shadowy triangle was still bidden but my hairy cuntlips, and my whole crotch clear down past my asshole, was bare. Taking my bra he cut the ends out of each cup, making a hole about the size of a silver dollar for my nipples and the end of my tits to stick through. He helped me into the bra and fastened the already tight thing.
I have to admit it created a weird effect. My ample jugs pushed as much yielding fruit as possible through the opening. He took my straps and adjusted them so my nipples pointed upward.
'Do you have a pair of boots?'
I nodded.
'Put them on.'
I did as I was told, and followed his last instructions with the addition of a half-slip. He took the lacy hem and wadded it up, tucking it under the band so it became a broad silky belt of wrinkled white.
'There!' he grinned with satisfaction as he made me model his creation. 'Now kneel in front of me and suck on my big prick.' He sat down on the bed as he gave the command.
I did as I was told instantly. It wasn't going to take any coaxing on his part to bring that beautiful slab of cock-meat to my lips. I lowered my head and gave it a kiss, right on the tiny piss-hole. Forming a tight O with my soft wet lips I pushed against the cockhead. He sighed in satisfaction as the salty meat forced its way into my mouth. The crown passed my teeth and I spent a few seconds delighting in the way he trembled as I round my teeth ever so lightly across the ridge of his cockhead.
His meat slipped deeper into my mouth and I tickled the underside with my tongue. I let half his cock slip inside and then pulled my head back, drawing the thin flesh of his shaft tight as I slid it back out.
Lowering my head again so I filled my mouth with the sweet-smelling, drooling cock, I shook my head from side to side and let his knob strike each cheek again and again. I heard him whistle hotly and knew I'd scored.
'Oh baby!' he moaned as his hands caught my head and began to guide it around to give him the best of my thrilling mouth.
He pushed my face down a little at a time until my forehead was buried in the lower part of his big belly and ray nose was filled with curly pubic hair. He raised his legs and swung them over my shoulders, locking them around my head so he held me a helpless prisoner.
The big prick was three-quarters of the way into my mouth, leaving me with just enough space to breathe through my nose. Then he began to rock back and forth slowly, without hurting or being brutal, pumping his cock in and out of my mouth.
I could feel his body thrilling with each stroke. I worked one hand up and managed to get a hold of his big balls. The delicate nuts rolled slickly inside his sac under my fingers. I tugged on the wrinkled skin and listened to him sigh as I did.
'Rub below the balls!' he gasped in ecstasy. 'Right behind them!'
I did as he said and felt him tremble all over as my fingers found the heavy cable that led from his balls to his asshole.
'Oh-oooh-ooooh! Motherfucker – that's it! Suck, cunt! Suck!' he screamed as he twisted his hands in my hair, jerking my head back and forth over his cock.
The big slab expanded and his hot veins rubbed the insides of my cheeks until I swore I could feel the blood pounding through its growing length.
The beautiful big cock surged in and out, growing and swelling with each stroke. I could feel the balls shivering and his thighs turned to huge hunks of steel.
With one final jerk he drove my head all the way down. His cock was deep in my throat and began to pump stream after stream of slick jism into my throat. I felt the yeasty stuff back up and ooze past the shuddering crown of his cock. The silvery stream mixed with my spit, coating my tongue, painting my teeth and clinging in wet streamers from the roof of my mouth.
As the first powerful spasms subsided he began to move my head back and forth over his cock, filling the rest of my mouth with his hot cum. I swallowed again and again trying to get it all down. He was shooting too fast and some of it leaked past my lips and trickled from the corner of my mouth.
He released his bruiting grip on my head and lowered his thighs as his cock began to shrink. I kept sucking and blowing in an effort to get every drop before I let it fall from my mouth.
In my attempt to please him I ignored the taste of the jism and the fact I'd been forced to drink so much just a few days earlier. I was so preoccupied it didn't bother me. In fact it tasted good toward the end and I didn't let go of his cock until I'd lapped the last drop from its hole. Then I wiped the corners of my mouth with my fingers and liked them clean.
It took the man much longer to reach his peak this time because I'd drained him earlier, but I rose with him and started to feel myself lift off as he exploded in my ass – then I lost it.
CHAPTER THREE
My mind was being torn apart. In fact if the man hadn't lingered on for some time afterwards and talked to me I'm sure I would have slit my wrists. But old Mr. Walker wasn't stupid. He knew I had a problem and could sense that our romp hadn't helped me.
He was so concerned that he followed me into the bathroom and we talked while I squatted on the toilet and let the cum and a stream of piss shoot from between my legs.
By the time I was done and had dabbed the last drop of piss from my cuntlips he had the whole story, and a possible solution. He had friends in the next town who met every Friday night and had a plain old-fashioned orgy. He convinced me that it was sure to help. I agreed, and that Friday he picked the two of us up at seven. The house we drove to was thirty miles away and closer to the suburbs of a nearby big city. It could have been called a mansion. The place had a swimming pool, sauna, wet bar, built in barbecue, water beds, film room and a special room set up for orgies.
We were ushered in amidst whispers as to how nice it was to have me there. Mr. Walker introduced me around and explained my problem to everyone. There were eight other couples and were they ever a mixture. I was so nervous about the whole thing, and there were so ninny different people, that I didn't even try to
