The asshole opened gaping. The ring of tight muscle at the mouth of my rectum tore. There was a fiery pain. I screamed with my agony. My facial features contorted. My tiny nose moved up and down very fast. My eyes closed tightly. My eyelids were wrinkled. My face was as red as the local fire engine.
I could feel a trickle of blood dripping from my ravaged hole.
The crimson trickle was drawn into my swollen pussy by gravity.
Michele did not stop pushing. She wanted to get the whole thing in me.
I thought she would tear me apart. I envisioned my own death.
I figured she would make me croak of internal bleeding or something.
Michele gripped the sides of my hips, digging her nails into the flesh.
She tugged at my hips, using my lower body for leverage.
The tip of the ebony dildo worked all the way into my smelliest core. "This is it, bitch. Feel it ream you? Like it? You are my slave now," she said.
She struck a raw nerve inside my bowels and I felt pleasure combining with my pain. I could not suppress a deep moan as she found a magic spot inside my ass with the ersatz dick.
She got the entire length of the dildo inside me.
She began to fuck.
I saw stars in front of my eyes.
Flashes of colorful light were projected on the insides of my eyelids.
I could feel sweat pouring from my brow down into my eyes.
Tears were streaming from my red, swollen orbs, down my cheeks.
My mouth was filled with the bitter saltwater I cried.
Only the blood from my external and internal wounds lubricated the buggery.
She didn't bother to fuck me slowly.
No!
She reamed my hot ass as fast as she could — so that I would experience maximum pain. I didn't die, obviously, but I sincerely thought I was going to. She made me come!
Michele moved her hips from side to side as she plowed.
I could hear her moaning and groaning louder and louder.
It was clear that the woman was getting physical satisfaction.
I realized that she too was going to come from the ass fuck.
I had no idea how she was doing this at the time.
Only later did I figure out how she got herself off.
The black rubber dildo had little bumps all over its base. They were like bumps you might find on a ping-pong paddle.
She had the dildo positioned directly over her clit, you see.
Every time she shoved the dick into me she pressed her love button.
Moving her ass from side to side massaged her bulb against the bumps.
She fucked furiously even after my bowels convulsed in climax.
She moved her hands to my tits. She cupped my breasts.
I could feel my nipples throbbing against her palms.
She got each of my erections thumbs and forefingers.
She pinched at them very hard, causing fresh pain.
She pulled on both rosebuds until the skin around them was taut.
She twisted the nipples as if she wanted to tear them from my tits.
She used the same motion she would have to get the cap off of a bottle of beer. Again I screamed in pain.
Michele rammed the entire length of the dildo into my ass.
This time she left it there. In fact she kept pushing.
I felt the illusion of the rod sinking even deeper into my bowels.
She moved her ass from side to side very fast. She was massaging her clit.
She stiffened and jerked a little as she made herself come.
When her orgasm was over she slowly pulled the log from my butt.
She made me feel as if I were taking a humongous shit.
She wasn't done with me. Not by a long shot. She made me lick the dildo clean.
The black rubber dong was covered with blood and scum from my bowels.
But I licked it until it was clean as a whistle. I would do whatever she wanted.
She told me to eat her pussy once she had removed the dick.
She tossed the dildo aside carelessly. I was still on my back.
She straddled my head and sat on my face. I had no choice but tongue her.
I parted my lips and stuck out my tongue as far as I could.
I made my taster as pointy as possible at the very tip.
I plunged the stiff pink tongue in between Michele's inner cunt lips.
Now I was the lover of both Daddy and my new step-mother.
I licked up and down the outer lips of Michele's swollen pussy.
She was very wet. I had never seen a cunt close up before.
I was fascinated, and I found I liked both the smell and taste of her snatch.
I licked her clit until my jaw was sore and again she popped her rocks.
Her natural lubrication practically gushed in my face!!!
After her come was through she stayed where she was, lifting her cunt from my face a little bit.
"You little pig," she said, her two climaxes having done nothing to sooth her ire. "I don't think you are good enough to be my toilet!"
I correctly assumed that the black haired bitch's bladder was full.
"I am going to pee in your mouth. You had better drink clown every fucking drop, cunt, or I will hurt you even worse than you have been hurt already!"
I looked up at her pussy.
She moved her fingers to her outer cunt lips and pressed.
The black-haired bitch pulled her outer labia very far apart.
My new step-mother bared her urethra so I could see it clearly.
"Open your mouth!" she screamed, grinding her back teeth.
I dropped my jaw and tried to stifle the sobbing that racked me.
She opened the floodgates and her urine began to flow.
She missed at first and splashed the hot liquid all over my face.
I could smell her piss before I could taste it. She adjusted her aim.
Michele made the golden liquid go directly into my mouth.
I had two choices. I could either drink the stuff or drown.
I drank.
It burned my throat. But I drank it all. When she was done she ordered me to be her toilet paper and I was forced to use my tongue to lap away the golden droplets of urine from the pink flesh of her pussy.
Case History Six
SUBJECT: Barbara S.
AGE: Seventeen Barbara seemed a little nervous when she first entered my office. But she became more relaxed as we proceeded. She had black hair down to her shoulders.
The girl stood five feet three inches and was slim through the shoulders. Her eyes were large and dark, and she wore a great deal of mascara on her eyelashes.
Her lips were painted with bright red lipstick and her high cheekbones were enhanced with carefully applied rouge. She smelled of musk oil.
Interview One
I want to tell you all about the wonderful affair I had with my Daddy last week. It has been bothering me a lot, actually. I feel guilt.
After all, I know it is wrong to have sex with Daddy. But I can't look you straight in the face and say that I didn't enjoy the sex we had.
My father happens to be a marvelous lover and he made me come many times that day. We were on a picnic. It was just the two of us. It was a warm summer day.
Daddy drove me all the way out into the country, which is quite a trip considering we live in the heart of Brooklyn. My Mommy and my brothers and sisters were gone.
There was something romantic in the air — and I guess it is fair to say that both Daddy and I felt it. I had made sandwiches and Daddy brought beer.
We spread out a blanket in a clearing in the middle of the woods. Things got out of hand right away. I guess neither of us are the sort to beat around the bush.
Daddy asked me if I wanted a massage, and that sounded like a splendid idea to me. I stretched out on my belly on the blanket and closed my eyes.
Daddy straddled me, sitting on my ass. He massaged my shoulders and my back. He worked his way all the way down to the feminine curve at the small of my back.