I knew I should have looked away but found my eyes riveted to what they were doing. I could only see his arm moving about so I assumed he was fingering her. My own pussy began to swell with excitement and I had the irresistible urge to rub at my clit. I kept my thighs shut tightly, which made it worse, made me even more aware of how sensitive it was.
He lifted her and had her sitting up on the counter. I saw his hand burrow back under her skirt and suddenly he ripped her G-string from her and discarded it on the floor. Both legs wrapped themselves around his back and he fiddled with his trousers.
The phone rang, disturbing them.
“Yeah,” he said, snatching up the receiver. “Yeah, hi. Sure, she’s here.” He handed the woman the phone.
“Hi, darling. No, it’s fine. Not infected at all. Marcus said it’s just the dye. Oh, OK, I’ll be right home.”
She jumped down from the counter and whispered something in his ear. I looked away, my face flushed, my body tingling all over. I was disappointed I didn’t get to see them fucking. I certainly never thought I’d be privy to a sex show and was wishing the phone hadn’t rung. The door closed and a few minutes later Marcus appeared.
“Sorry,” he said. “I nearly forgot you were here.”
“That’s OK,” I stuttered.
He sat down on the chair and began to tattoo the outside of the sketch. I stared at the ceiling, hoping that my pussy hadn’t gotten all juicy and that nothing was glistening on my lips. The pain wasn’t too bad, actually, better than I thought. Marcus suggested a small glass of Scotch before he began the colouring.
“Sure, thanks,” I said, pulling the sheet up a fraction as it had fallen down.
He had a drink too and I must admit I downed mine too quickly. He took it that I was nervous and gave me another. I drank without saying anything more, the alcohol spreading through my veins, relaxing me.
“You OK?” he said.
“Sure,” I said.
“John’s a lucky guy. Not many girls would mark their bodies for their man.”
“Well, John’s very special to me,” I said, noting my words were slurring a bit.
“I can see why. You’re gorgeous,” he said, his eyes not leaving my face.
I flushed. “Thanks.”
“No, I really mean it. If you were my woman I wouldn’t let you out of my sight.”
He was flirting with me and I liked it. Marcus could have any woman he wanted, that’s how good-looking he is. I licked my lips nervously as he continued with his work.
The alcohol relaxed me and had my inhibitions falling away. Now when Marcus pulled the sheet a bit too far down I didn’t really care. I lay there wondering what it would feel like to have him kiss me, to lift me up on the counter and fuck me in full view of anyone who might walk past.
The buzzing of the needle spread over the illustration and the hour just flew. The closer Marcus got to my slit the more I enjoyed it. At some stage the sheet totally disappeared and the buzzing began to turn me on. I kept my eyes closed as I didn’t want to give away how I was feeling but Marcus is not stupid.
Suddenly a light buzzing grazed my clit. I kept my eyes closed and held my breath. Was it deliberate? Did it really happen or had I just imagined it? The buzzing continued. What was he doing? Fingers pulled gently at the hood over my clit and suddenly the buzzing zoned right in the centre of my nub. I gasped but kept my eyes tightly closed as if somehow that made it all right.
It was magical. I’ve never felt anything like it. It was nothing like the vibrator that I sometimes used and I just lay there, not wanting him to stop but too embarrassed to look at him. My body spasmed. I held my breath as an orgasm oozed from me. It was killing me not to scream. I wanted to open my legs and have him fuck me with whatever it was he was using.
Now the buzzing was roaming over my flaps and I did sneak a quick look and saw that he had the other end of the tattooing instrument, the blunt end, gliding over me. He was concentrating on what he was doing and I could see how intently he was focused on not hurting me.
I heard a growling coming from him and I quickly closed my eyes, and then his hand was pushing my thighs apart and indeed the buzzing entered my pussy. I sighed and he chuckled, stabbing me with it. Suddenly the buzzing stopped and a tongue lapped at me. It was heavenly, his tongue licked lovingly at me, much more lovingly than John had ever done. Now he was peeling open my flaps, digging into the folds with his tongue before it entered my pussy.
With his hands free he pushed up my tank top, exposing my breasts. His fingers were magical, touching, nipping, caressing. Then he was climbing up my body, his tongue leaving wet tracks as he found his way to my mouth.
Grabbing his head, I crushed him to my mouth, kissing him boldly, thrusting my tongue into his mouth to wrestle with his own. He was all over me, his hands touching me while his kisses drove me wild. Somehow he managed to get his trousers off and then he was between my open thighs, his cock probing my gaping cunt.
“Open your eyes,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.
I did.
“You want this?” he said.
I whimpered and he sunk his shaft deep inside me. I swooned as he fucked me rhythmically, my pussy opening even further to welcome his girth. I was lost in a world of ecstasy, never having experienced sex like this before. John was always eager for me to suck him until he was about to come, and then he’d fuck me, but for only a few minutes. I’d always thought he was too excited to hold out too long for me to come too but now to have Marcus fuck me like this, well, it was absolute heaven.
“Fuck!” Marcus said, jumping away from me as the bell to the door sounded.
Startled into reality, I pulled down my tank top and reached over for the little sheet that had slipped to the floor. He adjusted himself and closed the curtains behind him.
“Oh, you’re back,” he said.
“Aren’t you lucky,” the voice – the same woman that had been here earlier – said.
“I’m a bit busy,” he said.
“You told me you’re never too busy for me,” she chuckled, and I heard his zip come down.
“Hmm,” she said. Then: “What the fuck!”
“What?” I heard him say.
“What have you been doing?”
“Nothing,” he said.
“Then whose cunt can I taste on your cock?”
Fuck! Who was she? I panicked, looking about the room for somewhere to hide. Before I had a chance to do anything she yanked open the curtain and boldly entered the room.
“So, this is what you’ve been doing,” she said, eyeing me, her eyes flashing wildly.
“Get out of here,” Marcus said. “This is none of your business, Sheila.”
“Isn’t it?” she said, her eyebrow arching questioningly.
“No,” he said, protectively, trying to steer her from the room.
Her hand shot out to pull away the sheet. “A cobra. I should have known.”
I tried clumsily to cover myself as her eyes devoured me.
“I thought I had the only cobra. That design is mine. You promised never to put it on anyone else.”
Her eyes would not leave my body and I found myself becoming excited by her scrutiny. Even Marcus seemed to notice the change in the air. It was as though a surge of electrical current spread through the room. We all looked from one to the other. She moved closer to the bed I was lying on and gently removed my hands. She sniffed delicately.
“Your cunt smells divine,” she said, and dived straight into my thighs that dropped open of their own accord.
Marcus pulled off his clothes and yanked at her skirt until it fell to the floor. She still had no panties on and as she nuzzled into my pussy he peeled her shirt off and yanked up my tank top, pulling it over my head. Now the three of us were naked.
Sheila climbed up on the table, her breasts dragging their way up my body, her nipples touching my legs, my slit, my stomach, then squashed against my own breasts, mashed together as he
r mouth came down on my own.
The taste of me on her lips had my head spinning. Somehow she manoeuvred her body off me, and then Marcus climbed up on the table. His cock thrust in and out of me as she smothered herself into my mouth. I grabbed at her tits, desperate to feel them and she laughed as she pulled away, dropping a tit into my open mouth.
I sucked at her nipples, suckling her like a baby would, loving the feel of her soft flesh as Marcus fucked me ferociously. She pushed him away, climbed up on the table and straddled my head. I looked up to see her cobra, to see the snake licking out at her slit. I hoped mine was the same, that mine would look as good as hers.
As she lowered herself over my open mouth, my tongue snaked out to lick at the cobra’s head before sinking into her cunt. With her mouth tantalizing my clit I exploded into her mouth. She laughed manically and devoured me like a dog starved of food.
We spent the afternoon together, fucking, sucking and licking. Marcus took the phone off the hook and locked the doors. I broke up with John and now Marcus, Sheila and I are an item. She’s married but I don’t mind sharing her and neither does Marcus. I’ve already decided that I need to expand my love-making experiences and am eager to rope in new customers into our little web of lust.
But first on the list will be the hunk that helps Marcus out. He’s as rough as a brick shit-house. A biker with long greasy hair, a full-length beard and who’s covered in tats. I’m dying to have his beard rubbing against my hairless pussy, rubbing up against my clit. Just thinking about it makes me wet. He rides a Harley Davidson and I’ve been told that riding pillion with no panties is better than having sex. I find that hard to believe but can’t wait to find out.
NO ONE HAS TO KNOW
Anon.
OK, I’m going to confess this humiliating story, all right? But there’s no way in hell I’m going to tell you my name. Just thinking about it makes me cringe. And as bewildered as I am by my body’s reaction to what happened, it also makes me incredibly horny.
He was a repulsive, licentious old man with the biggest, stiffest cock I’d ever seen. To this day when I think about it, which for some damn reason is often, I am completely mystified as to why this nasty, pasty-skinned old man made my cunt muscles contract in ravishing hunger.
He was the druggist and proprietor of the corner drugstore in the town where I lived, and it was no secret that he was your typical dirty old man. Everybody knew that. Every time I went in there for something he made no secret of looking me up and down as if he was mentally fucking me like one of those human-headed goats in Greek mythology.
My only excuse for what happened is that I was vulnerable at the time. I had broken up with my boyfriend, and hadn’t had an orgasm generated by a real cock in almost five months. It gives me chills to have to admit that what happened was my own fault. I had been too damn picky. I had put off getting some dick for too long. By the time this happened I was so horny, I mean I was suffering so bad for some good cock I was no longer even rational. Let me give whoever is reading this a little advice from my own gruesome experience. Don’t ever deprive yourself for that long, until you’re that desperate. There’s good cock all over the place. Hell, fuck your doctor, seduce your priest, fuck the shit out of your friend’s dad, hump the plumber, the cable guy, the meter reader or your boss; just don’t do without. Something could happen that could horrify you beyond belief. What happened to me happened because my primitive, cavewoman, wild animal libido rose up completely by surprise and overpowered me at the worst time imaginable.
What a sick joke. I passed up fine-looking studs because I was too picky, and suddenly, with no warning, I’m in the back room of the drugstore helping this old fart find my mother’s medication and, unbeknownst to me, this revolting old bastard somehow knows without a doubt that he’s about to score, big time!
I think he must have had some preternatural power that to this day I have no explanation for, or maybe I was putting out some kind of “in heat” smell like a bitch dog, or possibly his secret to his success was his dirty talk. “Those are some fine-looking pussy lips bulging through those tight jeans,” he said admiringly, as though he had just commented on what a lovely day it was outside. “I’ll bet that little cunt is all hot and wet.”
I was shocked, and yet I wasn’t. He made it sound so casual, like it was nothing.
“I have a sixth sense about these things, and I’m picking up that your little pussy is starving for some of what I’ve got right here,” he said grabbing his crotch. Before I could respond by vomiting he slipped his hand between my thighs and squeezed me hard.
Jerking away horrified, I screamed, “How dare you!”
“Oh, I dare because when I massage a little cunt with this hand I can tell if it’s deprived or not,” he responded without hesitation, “and, girly, yours is suffering bad. I can feel your little cunt muscles contracting with hunger.” He was licking his shiny, wet lips. “I can take care of that problem for you, Denise. I can make that little thing feel so good you’ll be squealing in ecstasy.”
I was in the corner of that small room with shelves of prescription medications on both sides of me and he was advancing towards me with the most evil, lusty look on his pasty old man face.
Paralysed with fear, I looked on in horror as he unzipped his pants, never taking his rheumy eyes from mine, and lifted out the biggest, stiffest, blue-veined cock I had ever seen. I mean that sucker would have made a prize bull proud.
“I won’t tell anyone,” he whispered, his creaky old voice raspy with passion. “No one ever has to know, Denise. This will be our little secret. I’m going to bury this monster cock in your sweet little pussy and I’m going to make you come so hard you’re going to think your little cunt is exploding, and no one ever has to know.”
His breath was frenetic, raspy, as he continued to come towards me, stroking his cock lovingly as he came close enough for me to see a big drop of pre-come oozing out of the eye.
I was horrified that looking at that huge cock was causing my pussy to respond instinctively with a pulsating need. That nauseating old fucker had cornered me against the wall and was rubbing that unyielding cock against my pussy through my clothes. “Nobody ever has to know,” he was wheezing.
I couldn’t believe my aching cunt was winning out. I was trying not to look at that thing. I needed to get out of there and go home so I could masturbate.
“Take those pants off,” the old man said decisively. It wasn’t a request; it was a command. “Strip from your waist down and get on the floor.”
It was like I was watching from a far corner of the room as this young, attractive girl obediently unzipped her jeans, slid them down and stepped out of them.
“Take off those panties,” he said, jamming his cock against me.
I took them off as though he had a gun to my head.
“Now lie down there on the floor and spread your legs, Denise,” he said, his creaky old voice hoarse with passion. “I’m going to bury this horse cock in you and I’m going to fuck the shit out of you, baby. I’m going to make you come until there’s no more orgasms left in you, and nobody is ever going to know.” He had backed me against the wall and his hand was rubbing my sex. He had found my clitoris and was massaging it, rolling it between his fingers. “Get down on that floor and open your legs,” he said again.
Paralysed in horror as I slid down to the floor, I was incredulous that my pussy was aching with a ravenous need while my mind was horror-struck that I was willingly spreading my thighs to let this repulsive old pervert shove his rigid cock into my gaping pussy.
Grunting as he climbed down on top of me, his old knees creaking, he said, “Get ready for the fuck of your life, girly. This is going to be the fuck by which every other fuck you ever have will be measured and found wanting.”
I heard myself saying, “Hurry up, you old fucker.” I was pushing up to him.
Cackling, he had his old gnarled fingers down there finger-fucking my pussy, which in itself
was setting me on fire. Then he was spreading my lips and the fat plum of his monster cock was going in. His old flabby ass was pumping that rock-hard monster into me with the enthusiasm of a twenty-year-old.
“Ow!” I screamed as he pushed deeper into me. “That hurts; it’s too big!” I was squirming, trying to back out of it.
Ignoring my screams he grabbed my ass with both hands, lifted it up and jerked me in towards him, which caused me to open up more. “That’s better,” he said, driving it all the way in with several forceful strokes while I continued to scream with a pain that hurt and felt wonderful at the same time.
“Oh God,” I whimpered.
“Too late for prayers now, girly, I’m in there,” he groaned. He was grunting like a pig in the throes of rapture. “I knew you could take it, baby. See, it’s getting easier,” he muttered, and even as he said this that huge cock had begun to thrust into me in deep smooth, rhythmic strokes. He had driven it all the way in without splitting me open and I’m humiliated to say I never felt anything so damn good in my life.
That old bastard had that fucking baseball bat buried in me as far as it would go, but he still had a couple of inches left. I was trying to take it all but it just wouldn’t go any deeper. Now he was pumping it like a piledriver, his old bloodshot eyes rolling around in his head like a mental retard in the throes of an orgasm only he hadn’t come yet, thank God, because at this point I had to have it.
I couldn’t believe his stamina. He was gradually speeding up, huffing and puffing like a steam engine and that cock was stroking along like the pistons in a racing car.
“Oh shit, oh shit!” I screamed. A spewing geyser of an orgasm was building in the depths of my vagina shooting shock waves out to the tips of my fingers and toes. “Oh shit, you old fucker,” I screamed, and he was riding me like a madman, those old hips stoking that thing in and out of me with the rhythm of a fine-tuned engine.
“I’ve got you covered, cunt,” he yelled, and I exploded in the most gut-wrenching orgasm I ever had.
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