Dying For Sex (11 page)

Splashes of white cum spotted her face, so
her tongue left the barn to corral them. He looked at her like a
lizard who spent too much time in the sun. He knew his tongue
couldn’t do the aerobatics that hers performed so easily, as she
licked up one spot of jism after another on her face. Finally, she
resorted to fingers to brush it off. When she sucked his juice off
her fingers, he fainted as manly as he could. “I’ve finally found
the perfect sauce for my chicken,” she declared.

She studied him, tall, hard, and naked. They
say the bigger the feet, the larger the penis, but if anything, his
feet looked small compared to the ax he swung between his legs.

He slid between her legs and she grabbed his
staff like Moses and parted the Pink Sea. Every inch seemed to
animate her. He couldn’t seem to get the right angle due to his
height, so he pinned her legs against her body and thrust the rest
of it in. She howled in joy.

As she began to wail again, clearly building
up to another scream, he distracted himself with math: 2, 4, 8, 16,
oh please don’t let me cum before her, 32, 64, 128, oh but it feels
so good, 256, 512, lordy I’m getting there fast.

What is this man made of? He is harder than
his ax. If all men were like this, they could cure the world of
bitchiness.

The orgasm ambushed her. Like falling in a
cold lake, she plunged deep, feeling every tingle and shiver. Her
muscles lost all tension and her limbs flailed like a chicken with
its head cut off. She heard screaming, but didn’t recognize the
voice as her own.

She looked at him like a god. If he could
sell this, he would make millions. Oh, she detested slavery, yet at
the same time she wanted to shackle him to her.

Abe had no idea women wanted sex as much as
men. A man has to sow his oats before the season ends. He never
knew that women would permit a man to kiss them “down there,” much
less demand it.

The invisible force that washed over her body
and muddled her mind took her by surprise. Her scream pierced the
sky and parted the clouds. The earth shook and the heavens
exploded.

He parted her legs and she resolved to spend
the rest of her life like that, her legs in the shape of a “V” and
the man of her dreams between them.

Something huge pushed against her virgina and
her eyes blew up to twice their normal size. Then it slipped in and
surpassed everything she had just experienced. In and out, in and
out, and soon she felt another orgasm coming.

He reached up to tweak a nipple and that was
the straw that made the camel cum. She exploded, not caring who
heard. “That was just my finger. And I only gave you one.” She
looked like a cow about to be tipped over. “Next I’m gonna give you
my tongue.”

He tracked her breathing and the expression
on her face, but ignored her grunting and groaning like a pig. That
made him smile too much to concentrate on the deep dicking.

She recognized that she now had to fuck
Abraham Lincoln every fucking day, or she would go crazy. It seemed
easier to deny herself air than his massive cock.

Abe buried his entire sword to the hilt,
before pulling back. Again he thrust, penetrating her deeper than
she ever imagined possible. Ann looked at him in awe. It touched
her so deep inside that she feared it would pop out of her throat.
Other men could not be like her Abe, or else their women would not
be such bitches.

This orgasm ambushed her like a clever
Indian. She once fell from a tree and didn’t land as hard as she
did now. She lost use of her legs, so they shook on their own. She
had brought back her knees so close to her breasts that her feet
hung close to her head. His weight on her was all that kept her on
the ground as her spirit flew.

The first blast nearly shot off a tit. The
second struck so hard it splattered her face. A third dropped in
the heavenly valley between her mounds.

Crazed with lust, Ann instinctively grabbed
his penis and pulled it to her. A wad of thick goo fell on her
outstretched tongue. She swallowed it with relish, and would later
try it with ketchup. It tasted so good that she pulled Abe’s large
cock into her mouth and sucked on it like a calf.

Abe gently fucked her mouth, shooting wad
after wad of cum down her throat. Ann could not possibly know how
sexy she looked with a string of sperm that formed a line across
her mouth, from her chin to her cheek.

THE BOSS, THE BRIDE, AND THE CUCKOLD

Summary: Appalled and excited, Sam watches
his charismatic boss seduce his beautiful new bride and share her
with others. But then they start pimping her out in marathon orgies
to whoever can pay enough and Sam can't help but notice how wet and
wild his formerly conservative wife gives herself up to total
strangers. Will Sam grow a pair and reclaim his wife, or continue
to lick her used holes clean?

Excerpts: I bobbed back and forth on his
prick, going as deep as I could, without sacrificing speed. Unlike
women, who smell like fish and taste like chicken, I could not
think of anything that resembled the flavor of cock.

I automatically swallowed, disappointed that
it bypassed my tongue so I could taste it, only for the next wad to
splatter against the roof of my mouth with such force that it
exited out of my fucking nose like some hot snot. My nose burned
like I snorted Tabasco.

A strong hand slapped my bare ass hard. The
sting excited me. When I involuntarily moaned in pleasure, both men
chuckled, knowing what it meant. I would be getting spanked a lot
in the months to come.

My wife kissed Larry, the best looking of the
three brothers. The fucker took advantage of the opportunity by
fondling her breasts and pressing a finger against her crotch. I
felt so stupid, watching my wife kiss two better looking guys.
"Damn!" Gary yelled. Everyone stopped to look at my total
hard-on.

"I want to suck you all off," I heard my wife
say, clearly not talking to me, "then I want you all to fuck me
like I've never been fucked before." Completely naked, she stepped
into the Jacuzzi and roughly knocked me aside so she could blow our
boss.

I don't understand why men equate balls with
toughness. You ever get hit in the nuts? Testicles are delicate --
just grazing one can reduce the toughest man to tears. You know
what's really tough? Pussies, because pussies can take a lifetime
of pounding.

I thought she was going to kiss me. Instead,
she spit out Larry's jism into my open mouth. I felt like an idiot
since I could have simply shut my mouth, but I knew what my new
masters wanted, and took it all like a good bitch.

My wife stood over me to feed me the juice of
the three men who just came in her. She shook her hips and they
didn't lie. Instead they spit at me. Several drops of cum
splattered across my face. Then she squatted down and smothered my
face with her used pussy.

She pulled my feet over my head so that my
penis stared straight down at me. Amy jerked me off fast. She
didn't order me to open my mouth, but I did anyways. And just in
time as I spewed over my own face and tongue. I heard the guys
taking video, which they later sent to my father and friends.

Every guy in the room knew when the head
pushed past her pussy lips by the moan that echoed against the
walls and chilled my spine. The three brothers streamlined the
video onto three huge wall-mounted televisions. Even on my knees, I
could see that big ebony cock thrust into my wife's pink pussy.

My wife lay naked and asleep, covering in
sperm, from her hair to a river flowing out of her pussy. Her tits
had more spunk than skin. I got between her legs and worked my
prick inside her, but the further it entered, the more sperm it
pushed out. When I unloaded inside her, my warm jism mixed with the
sperm of a dozen other guys.

“If you fucked me like that before, I never
would have had to cheat on you back home," she sneered.

WORLD’S BIGGEST CUCKOLD

First he looked the other way when his wife
sucked off her boss. Then she started banging her boss in their
bed. Seducing his brother, best friend, and parents. And most of
his friends. Starting that porn site. And doing gangbangs at sex
clubs. But now she's out of control, making him lick her holes as
fast as guys fill them. When will he get off his knees and put his
foot down?

Excerpts: My wife must have been soaking wet
because she slid down my pole like a fireman. I gobbled a tittie
and noticed she kept her eyes closed while riding me like a
stallion. Then she called me Eric. And my name isn't fucking
Eric.

When she came, it felt like someone spilled a
warm beer on my dick, except her pussy gripped my penis like a bat
swinging for the bleachers. I've heard that most women fake
orgasms, and the rest are gay, but this orgasm was real. Eyes still
closed, probably still fantasizing about her boss, she collapsed on
top of me like a load of laundry.

I don't know what bothered me most: that she
cheated, or that this made me rock fucking hard.

For the third time in ten minutes, my wife
climaxed. That was a first, and God knows I tried. And not just a
normal orgasm, either, but one of those earth-shattering ones that
are seen less often than unicorns. Despite the liquor, I have never
felt more sober.

"When did you fuck my dad?" "Remember when
you tried to visit me the night before our wedding, and I told you
it was bad luck? He stood naked behind the door. His cum was
running down my leg while I talked to you. During our wedding vows,
your father's cum still leaked from my pussy."

I watched his enormous black penis enter and
exit my wife's soaking wet pussy. I must have smoked too much pot
because it kind of hypnotized me. All too soon she came, screaming
like an eagle. Eric lifted her up, then ordered me to lick her
juices off his cock.

He came in my wife's mouth, cursing like he
was being waterboarded. Linda milked him like a cow. That was too
much for Eric, who gripped my head like a vise and gagged me with a
gallon of sperm. I didn't mind the taste so much as the volume. I
couldn't fucking breathe, yet I couldn't remove my head from the
fucking fire hose. So I swallowed.

I'll never forget my first taste of cum. Or
black cock. Or the look on my wife's face as I swallowed her boss'
jism. I never could have imagined that I would be ending my day
with cum in my mouth and ass, and four black studs fucking my wife
all night. I would have guessed anal-probing aliens before
that.

When he reached the point of no return, he
stood up and commanded me to stick out my tongue. Then he came all
over my face. My eyes stung so badly I fucking cried, which I later
learned looked really pathetic on the video. To make matters worse,
he then stuck his dick back in my mouth for me to drain him down to
the last drop, my wife laughing hysterically.

He knelt on either side of her head and she
bobbed up and down on his pole like a fucking fanatic. Like a crack
whore desperate for her next high, she sucked him deep and fast
until he exploded down her throat. I heard her gag for a moment
while she swallowed in big gulps. She drank his jism like it was
buttery lobster, a smile so big and genuine that I began to hate
her fucking guts.

I turned to my wife. "Show my best friend we
are not kidding." The whore lit up and took off what little shirt
she wore. She didn't wear a bra because those fuckers didn't need
any help standing up. An anchor so they didn't fly off, maybe, but
not a bra to hold them up.

"Tommy, I never knew your parents were
swingers." "What?" I nearly shat myself. "They can't be swingers.
They're Mormon." "Not when they take off their magic underwear.
Then they're freaks."

On one bed, my father and younger brother
double-teamed my beautiful wife. Next to her, also on her hands and
knees, my mother sucked off guys I went to high school with. Then
it got embarrassing. On the huge wall-mounted flat screen TV was me
sucking off one black stud while another nailed me from behind.

"I never knew you loved cock. Don't worry,
bro. If you find you enjoy cock too much, I know a guy who claims
he can pray you straight." "Ask him if he can pray me thin. Or
rich."

I turned and saw Bobby forcing his dick
inside my ass. I screamed at the pain, then heard my brother cum
into my wife's mouth as my father pounded her from behind. Bobby
didn't bother working it in slowly, not caring how much it hurt.
And it fucking hurt. At first.

My ass hurt like a dentist drilled it for
cavities, so I sat on the john and farted as much sperm out as
possible, then used up a roll of toilet paper wiping my ass. I must
have swallowed a glacier of spunk, the way cum kept flowing out my
anus.

I not only shot every drop my testicles
produced recently, I'm pretty sure they borrowed from the future.
My first wad struck the roof of her mouth with such force that my
cum spilled out of her nose. I know it must have hurt, given how
her eyes bugged out, but my best friend's wife kept going, never
once using her hands like most chicks. My third wad gagged her,
forcing her to swallow before continuing.

Linda stopped fucking my friends to watch
Cindy go down on me. My wife sported more conflicting emotions than
a horny priest in a brothel. Then something forced itself up my
ass, and it felt like a dirty rat. Sure enough, I heard Darren
laugh once his cock got past the entrance and started drilling me
hard.

Linda chose to schedule a c-section at 37
weeks and asked permission for me to be there for the birth. "Oh,"
the doctor replied, "we always encourage the father of the child to
attend the birth." "No, Linda told her, "the father refuses to
come, so I was hoping my husband could take his place." As I
feared, the baby had dark skin.