His hands gripped those quivering cheeks-my cheeks!-with a careless, strength that made his fingers sink into the tautly muscular flesh, furrowing it as he… dare I say it? I will say it!-as he fucked me with volcanic force. Yes, that is exactly the proper word. He was fucking me, fucking me, fucking fucking me in the ass. And I was loving and loving and lo-o-o-vv-i-n-n-gg it!
The snugging confines squeezed and milked his hard driving shaft, slipping softly, warmly, lovingly along its slick length. I was reluctant to accept each partial withdrawal. I needn't have been; he always came surging back, tunneling mercilessly to thrust ever wider the gulf between the resilient moons of my posterior.
I began to groan and grunt and mutter, almost humming, helplessly loving it all. Mmmmm-m-m-m-m-mmmm! I was pulling, pushing, gyrating, milking his inflexible root in my desperate attempts to impale myself to the eyeteeth. Uh! Uhhh! Umnnh! Eeewww ooohhh! The tender tissues within the confining channel of my back were wet now, wet and flowing easily with his deep thrusts and long swift withdrawals. His hands grasped my buttocks and pulled, almost savagely, and I cried out aloud:
"A-a-a-a-annnnnggg-g-gg-gghhh-hhh-ahhhh!"
The flesh of the jerking globes he held so firmly quivered and squirmed in response. Desperately I tried to ram my own vulva against the back of the chair, seeking some clitoral attention. I failed, and only his hands on me kept me from tipping the chair over, forward. I knew that he would soon burst in me with the force of a cannon, and I wished sincerely, desperately, savagely that I could join him in that delicious screaming explosion.
I did not. He drove on, plunging and grunting, slapping my flesh with his, rutting in me. He did not pause now until he erupted, sending hot jets in thick spurts that simmered up into my bowels like an enema from a beginning nurse. I tried to will myself open, to swallow it all up and absorb it in my bowels. Mmph… mmph… aaahhh!!
I shrieked out my delight when he did, and then I was grunting and hunching the chair, hurting my own delicate breast-flesh, begging and pleading for release, for a hand on my poor needy clitoris.
Then he walked around with his spent member dangling before him, wet and shiny and brown slimy, and I saw that it was… Miles!
I had now been buggered by both men. I was still a virgin, still Victorian, and yet I had been had, and twice, and by two different men!
ENTRY FORTY-SEVEN
I'll never get this up to date at this rate. Writing about it makes me so se-e-e-exy! No use trying to keep a diary-diary. This has developed into a sexual diary, and it may as well be just that.
Yes, I remember very well what happened after Miles unplugged himself from my spermy back-passage. Determined to punish me, keep me full and keep on and on until I cried for mercy and surcease, Erik ordered Lois to strap on the dildo and replace Miles behind me. My flesh flinched. "O-h-h-h… n-n-nnoooo…" What I wanted and needed was a climax of my own!! But I could not get at myself, tied as I was, kneeling in the chair. And obviously they were not about to help me by so much as even touching my poor twitchy throbby ditty.
Lois advised Erik very positively that she was not the kind of girl. Who was interested in playing man and screwing another girl! He reminded her that she had, and she began to sob! All right all right then, Erik muttered, don't obey me and play the other man with her. But I want that thing in her.
"Just. Hold it in your hand," he told her angrily. "Shove it in and out of her until she shrieks for you to stop. Then go right on. Neighbor," he told me, patting my head as if I were a pet, "your ass will not be without a moving plug for one hour!"
"O-o-o-o-ohhhh," I groaned. "So-o-ome-e-e-annn to meeeee!"
Lois grinned, approaching me with the long plastic cylinder, all lumpy with imitation veins and swollen at the tip. It was like a man's organ, a shiny BLACK man's organ, and considerably larger. They ignored my pleas and the bitter tears of anguish and fear that blurred my eyes. I did not want that thinggg in meee! My tender rear-cheeks burned from the pounding of Miles' hairy groin. My anal canal was open, I knew, stretched obscenely open and filled with his sperm. I could feel it drooling from me. I could feel, too, the looseness of the squeezer muscle that makes all our rectums so surprisingly strong.
Lois vanished from my view, behind where I knelt bound, with my haunches helplessly and lasciviously up-lifted and displayed. Trembling and groaning; I lurched forward in a ridiculous attempt to escape. Stupid! The chair tipped, and I screamed at the thought of my head and naked defenseless bosoms bashing against the stone floor. She pulled me back: a hand slapped onto my flinching left rear-globe, steadying me. "Ummm… noooo… oh-h-h-h, no-o-o-o-ooo…"
She speared that (COLD!) dildo into the deep cleft between my rump's large white demiglobes. Then, easily because Miles had opened and widened me back there, and lubricated me with his liquid spurting seed, the dildo entered. It swept aside my weakened anal sphincter and plunged it up into my cringing bowels.
"Yaaaaagggghhhhhhhhaahhhhh!"
She pushed it iii far, far, shoving steadily. I screamed, arching the supple litheness of my forcibly bowed body in another futile attempt to escape. eeyiiiieeeemrgghhh! She drew it far back, too, but never allowed it to leave me, to give me a moment's rest. She kept that hard plastic knob ever within the soft cringing smarting heat of my pain-suffused back.
Oh, treacherous biology! Oh, treacherous body! The cold, unnatural invader was hateful, an insult, a humiliation, a plastic dildo wielded by a girl who did not want sex, but was only obeying the orders of her Master! But… my body accepted it… opened to accommodate it… and then…
welcomed it!
Powerless to control myself, hating myself, I crammed back, thrusting the white cheeks of my harshly-plugged rump against her hand. Ahhhhh! The dude sank deep. It was… delight. And it was A-G-O-N-Y, buried to the hilt in me, buried to her knuckles so that they pressed my firm hemispheres, all the way up my back. Never had I dreamed that my hungry-to-be-probed anal aperture could accept and revel in being riven and pierced and plumbed by eight or nine inches of cold, unfeeling plastic!
Gasping in surprise at my reaction… perhaps in disgust… she agitated the thing within my bound body. She… she fucked me with it, and I moaned as her hand moved; happily, dizzily, lasciviously skewering myself on the full hard length of that obscene, pistoning male substitute. I was astonished at the size of it… and at my ability to accommodate such a size. But I gloried in it and its terrible length and breadth as it hammered steadily into me.
"Urn… unnnhh… nnngghhh ngngnghngngnggh!"
She pounded it harder, jerking it in and out. I wept and sighed and screamed in pain and ecstasy as it bored into me. Both pleasure and pain grew in intensity in me. I knew my nipples had erupted into hard, thick pink points. Pain hammered within me as it went on driving in and jerking out. I tried to concentrate on the lurching, yet rhapsodic feeling in my belly. Something like a sensual delirium embraced me, and my mind began to create a fantasy…
It was not Lois behind me, not a woman. It was not a dildo in me, a black dildo of astonishing dimensions. It was… a man… and since the dildo was black… My brain reeled and fantasized, and I was being ass-raped by a huge black man with a thick, nine-inch black organ!
Now he was ramming me to the accompaniment of my shrieks and cries. Surely hating me, panting with his exertions, he rammed it hard into the moist quivering furrow of my back, with all her strength. I mean his strength. "Owww! Yeeeghhaaarrrh! Yoweeeeooomnnngngngnnn!"