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Chapter 35 Ellis Trabert
“Bridge for mama, Ellis,” said Leslie grabbing a king sized down pillow to slip under Ellis’s muscular buttocks. She and Stacy were kneeling between his outstretched legs orally enjoying his oversized manhood. The two had been alternating between shaft and balls.
“Definitely a two girl cock,” said Stacy noting that unlike other cocks she and Portia had shared, there was no sense of being crowded.
Stacy sensed Leslie was being competitive as their tongues met and swirled over the mushroom head. I’m a competitor too and a damn fierce one thought Stacy recalling her recent Olympic trials. Stacy pointed the tip of her tongue and wormed it around and inside Ellis’ piss hole. The fact the tip of her tongue was able to slip a half inch deep was not lost on Stacy. Everything about Ellis’s sex organs was super-sized.
Stacy had discovered Ellis’s testicles unlike other men she had orally serviced were far too large to get in her mouth. Opening to where her jaw ached she was able to engulf at most a third of the grapefruit sized globes. Sucking gently as she windshield-wiped her tongue over the smooth shaven surface, she could feel the warmth and energy stored inside. The erotic thought that each testicle contained a mouth-filling load of ingestible body temperature semen encouraged her to greater efforts.
Responding to Leslie, Ellis placed the soles of his feet on the mattress and raised his body until only his feet and his shoulders touched the bed. Stacy placed her hand on the iron hard thigh muscles admiring the buff ripped surface of his flesh. She helped Leslie slide two pillows underneath him. His erect manhood swayed like a mighty elm as he held his body off the mattress.
“Eat my hole, bitches,” said Ellis lifting his legs to expose his anus as he relaxed back onto the bed. He proved amazingly flexible for such a large man, bringing his knees to his shoulders.
“Beautiful,” said Stacy separating his buttocks slightly to look at his sphincter. It was amazingly hairless and unblemished. It was an attractive shade of tan. Inspired by the sight, Stacy leaned down to plant a kiss on the center of the wrinkled flesh allowing the tip of her tongue to flick across the center.
“Isn’t it gorgeous? I keep telling him it’s his best feature,” said Leslie using one hand to finger Stacy’s very wet sex.
“It’s a perfect rosebud,” said Stacy planting another kiss that left the surface glistening with her saliva. “Eating a man’s butt is a major turn on for me.”
“Given that you’re Mike’s, I figured you for anilingus. That’s one Italian stallion who expects a girl to suck on his asshole. It wasn’t twenty minutes after we met I was giving his bunghole a tongue bath,” said Leslie thereby conveying her relationship with Mike Cabreeze was not strictly business.
“I love doing Mike’s backdoor but this is special,” said Stacy applying her lips to the wrinkled flesh as her tongue pressed into the center.
Leslie took a break from sucking Ellis’s cock head to say, “Show Stacy your trick, Ellis.”
“All right, open sesame,” said Ellis reaching up to grab his big toes then tightening his steel hard glutes causing his buttocks to flex open his sphincter. The size of the opening was somewhere between a quarter and a fifty cent piece.
“Cute, huh, one of his porn buddies taught him that,” said Leslie.
“Not only physically gifted but also talented, you’re lucky, Leslie,” said Stacy forming her lips around his open anus and pushing her tongue inside.
Stacy made little sucking sounds as she alternated tonguing and licking Ellis’ relaxed anus. Leslie, impressed with Stacy’s hard-core performance leaned over her to re-take his cockhead in her mouth.
“It feels and tastes so good, your turn,” said Stacy taking a break so Leslie could apply her mouth to Ellis’ open anus.
“And it’s durable, too. Some of Hollywood’s biggest cocks and fists have been inside that sweet little hole. But there’s not a sign of damage. Mine’s a different story,” said Leslie turning her rear toward Stacy using one hand to separate her buttocks revealing a sphincter seriously the worse for wear.
“It’s a work of modern art,” said Stacy moving forward to perform anilingus on Leslie. Her tongue and lips teased the lose flaps of flesh.
“Art deco is more like it. I keep making appointments to have it repaired but I’m deathly afraid of surgeons; so I cancel them,” said Leslie before hastily adding. “Please don’t be offended. I forgot your parents are doctors.”
“Of course not I didn’t chose medicine as a career for a reason,” said Stacy not hesitating to place her mouth on Leslie’s irregular appearing anus. She took the lose folds of skin in her mouth and gently sucked them as she pressed her tongue against the center of her sphincter. It proved to be remarkably easy to open. No doubt in Stacy’s mind, a result of repeated penetration by Ellis.
The fact Leslie’s comment about her sphincter was accurate didn’t deter Stacy from making loud murmuring sounds as she buried her face between Leslie’s buttocks energetically providing oral service.
“You’re a real player, Stacia Todd,” said Leslie. “One of these days I’ve got to get some work done back there. Ellis says my asshole looks like a cabbage that fell off a produce truck.”
“Her piles are disgusting. I keep telling her to go to a plastic surgeon and have something done about them,” said Ellis straining to keep his sphincter open for Leslie’s tongue.
“That’s not nice, Ellis, How are you at eating girl butt?” said Stacy moving quickly to a kneeling position straddling his giant head.
“Such a beautiful ass,” said Ellis parting her buttocks with his jaw. A muscular tongue darted inside Stacy’s rectum causing her to shiver with pleasure.
The threesome formed a sighing moaning human chain, occasionally changing partners as they pleasured each other anally.
They were on the second floor in Leslie’s well-appointed bedroom. The furnishing looked worn. The carpet and drapes needed to be replaced. However, the room was enormous and the outer wall was all glass with an incredible ocean view. A door opened to a small balcony. The windows were open and Stacy could hear the ocean breaking on the rocks.
On the opposite side of the room above the fireplace, a wall sized plasma screen was showing a gay porn DVD staring Rod Stryker AKA Ellis Trabert.
“Here, let me show you what Ellis accomplished in Hollywood,” said Leslie after the three had undressed and climbed in bed. They were on opposite sides of Ellis. Stacy’s hand was slowly stroking Ellis’s cock while her mouth was gently sucking the nipples located on his bulging pectorals. Leslie clicked the remote and the screen commenced showing Raw Recruits in the middle of the film.
“Christ, Leslie, must you,” said Ellis glancing at the screen looking only slightly annoyed.
“Yes I must. Good, it’s at the best part where you sodomize your entire squad,” said Leslie adding her hand to Stacy’s.
“Don’t get mad but I have to ask. Who did them for you?” said Leslie leaning across Ellis to kiss Stacy’s breast.
“No one, they’re natural,” said Stacy.
“Of course, they’re natural and they’re incredible. I can tell by the way they feel,” said Ellis surrounding Stacy’s areola with his lips and sucking the entire end of her breast into his mouth. The sensation was intense right on the border of pain and pleasure.
“They’re very beautiful. Come to think of it, your mother is quite chesty,” said Leslie before capturing Stacy’s other breast in her mouth. The threesome intertwined with one another as they rolled back and forth over the king sized bed.
“Stacy’s our guest so she gets to come first,” said Leslie pushing Stacy on to her back before descending along with Ellis to a position between her legs. Stacy noted the practiced way the two worked together. Eating pussy as a duo isn’t new to those two concluded Stacy.
Stacy went with the moment taking the opportunity to relax and watch Ellis’ on screen performance. Watching gay porn while having bi-sex was a new experience for her. Eight skinny young men dressed only in fatigues trousers were leaning on garbage cans outside of what looked to be a fake military barracks. Sgt. Striker screamed, “Drop them,” and all eight unbuckled, unzipped and let their pants fall to the floor. No one was wearing any underwear. The actors playing the recruits were doing a good job of looking scared.
“There’s no way the blonde boy on the end was eighteen,” said Leslie taking her mouth off Stacy’s clit. Stacy found herself in unspoken agreement with Leslie.
“They all had a birth certificate and a driver’s license that said they were eighteen or over,” said Ellis reaching to inserted his two fingers in both vaginas. He began to vigorously finger fuck the two women at the same time.
“Like false documents are hard to find in Los Angeles. Fake Ids are the second biggest industry in the barrios after drugs,” said Leslie squeezing her sex around Ellis’ fingers.
“You give great finger,” said Stacy opening her legs to encourage Ellis to insert a third of his long thick fingers in her hole. The pressure of a third digit pushing against the walls of her vagina caused her to moan her pleasure and appreciation for his efforts.
“That’s the production company’s problem not mine. I just had to fuck their tight little asses not worry about the legalities,” said Ellis enjoying doing both women at once. He slipped a fourth finger in both pussies as he swiped his thumb across their clits.
“Jerk us off together,” said Leslie turning toward Stacy. The two women’s tongue met in the air as Ellis’s powerful hands worked their sex. Moments later, they both climaxed.
“How was that for an appetizer,” asked Leslie when their orgasms had run their course? Leslie handed Stacy one of the bottles of water from an ice bucket on the nightstand.
“Fabulous,” said Stacy as they curled up on each side of Ellis to take a breather. Stacy thought it odd that Ellis hadn’t climaxed but when she thought further, she realized Ellis was hired help and Leslie was the boss and that applied to the bedroom as well.
“Ream them out, Sgt. Stryker,” said Leslie speaking to the screen where Ellis was moving up and down the line sodomizing each recruit. His only attire was a pair of shinny combat boots and a drill instructor’s hat. He looked imposing as his fully erect cock bobbed up and down as he walked.
Several of the recruits started crying when Sgt. Stryker grabbed their thin flanks with his large hands and rammed his huge cock past their sphincter. The smallest boy pleaded with Ellis not to sodomize him. A close-up showed the disparity between the enormous head of Ellis’ cock and the small center of the boy’s anus.
“Boo-rah,” shouted Sgt. Stryker as he plunged his dick forward. His sphincter resisted the intruder for a second then surrendered. A foot long column of thick flesh entered the boy’s squirming body in one unbroken advance. The camera captured the moment when Ellis’ scrotum slapped hard against the boys.
“Oh, Jesus, that hurts, take it out,” screamed the boy, his feet kicking wildly as Sgt. Stryker lifted him off the ground impaling him to the maximum extent possible. The camera revealed the real tears in the boy’s pain filled eyes.
“I don’t think they were enjoying it as much as I will,” said Stacy.
“A couple of the guys were new to porn and hadn’t taken anything that large,” said Ellis matter of factly. “They get used to it.”
“Let’s fuck Stacy,” said Leslie taking a position between her outstretched legs. Ellis placed a giant hand under Stacy’s bottom to lift her while Leslie positioned a pillow under her rear.
Large blunt objects Stacy assumed were Ellis’s fingers glided into her slippery vagina seeking and finding her G-spot. Two hungry mouths licked both sides of her clitoris. Ellis added a second finger sending all the right sparks from the nerves surrounding her openings.
“I’ll get Stacy’s ass ready for your cock,” said Leslie as she placed a single wet digit against Stacy’s sphincter.
“Oh yes, there, in my ass,” breathed Stacy adjusting her pelvis pressing her anus against the pad of Leslie’s forefinger.
“You have a very sensitive bottom,” said Leslie
“It’s desperately needs filling,” said Stacy.
“Would you like to be one of those whimpering twinks Ellis is reaming,” asked Leslie referring to the screen where one of the recruits had broken into heaving sobs when Ellis invaded his rectum. Ellis was holding the sobbing boy off the ground. His arms and legs were flailing the air like a rag doll. He was pleading with Sgt. Stryker to remove his cock. “Don’t you just love the way they cry like babies when he penetrates their little bottoms?
“Oh yes,” said Stacy listening as the next recruit in line pleaded with Ellis not to sodomise him. Sgt. Stryker threw the youth face down over the garbage can and entered him as he kicked and screamed.
“The first time it hurts so badly it qualifies as an out of body experience. Believe me. I’ve been there,” said Leslie.
“I’ll want it in my ass before we’re done. I don’t care how much it hurts,” said Stacy feeling the onrush of an orgasm.
“I think Stacy’s a pain slut. What do you think, Ellis,” asked Leslie?
Ellis spit Stacy’s labia out to answer. “She’s a slut all right. And when I put my dick in her ass, she’ll know what real pain is.”
Skillful mouths licking her clit and pussy while fingers explored her openings rapidly brought Stacy to a climax. Leslie and Ellis took turns sucking Stacy’s labia and teasing her clit while each kept a finger inside her vagina probing her G-spot.
“That’s right, Stacy, enjoy it like a true whore. Hold it in your mind and make it last,” cooed Ellis as Stacy writhed and shook in pleasure’s throes. Stacy focused her brain on what was happening to her body and held on to it until she had wrung the last drop of pleasure from her climax.
“My turn,” said Leslie taking Stacy’s place.
“Lift her legs, I want to eat her butt again,” said Stacy to Ellis as they orally administered to a squirming Leslie. Ellis raised Leslie’s legs bending her double.
Using her fingers, Stacy pulled Leslie’s damaged sphincter open. Regular insertions of Ellis’s cock had left her anal ring pliable. Stacy covered the open hole with her mouth and circled her tongue around the inside alternating with blowing hard inside her rectum to expand it then inhaling to contract it.”
“What a darling girl you are, Stacy. Finding someone who is into ass breathing is rare these days,” said Leslie enjoying the forced air contractions and expansions of her rectum.
Stacy’s tongue could feel the side of Ellis’s hand as he inserted three fingers in Leslie’s vagina and twisted them back and forth as he sucked her clit.
Stacy sensed the rhythmic pulsing of Leslie’ rectal walls, a sign her orgasm was imminent. Sound a long string of the worst expletives possible, Leslie bounced up and down on the bed holding her belly as she climaxed. Saliva seeped out of the corner of her mouth while she writhed from side to side. It took only a few minutes for her to recover enough to resume their lovemaking.
“Let’s suck Ellis hard. Since you’re my guest, you get to fuck him first,” said Leslie once she had caught her breath.
After the two had brought Ellis’s cock to a full erection, Leslie asked Stacy to make a decision.
“Decide, Stacy, how do you want Ellis to screw you? Option one is for him to take his time, be considerate and gentle or you can chose option two which is the one I bet you take,” said Leslie.
“What us option two,” asked Stacy before passing her tongue along the ridge of skin on the underside of Ellis’s shaft?
“I call it the Mexican rape option. It’s brutal and vicious. Let me warn you. You’ll scream before it’s over,” said Leslie.
“Option two and make sure I scream more than once,” said Stacy surprised at how quickly she made her choice. This is a lifestyle change for me realized Stacy. I never liked pain of any kind or associated it with sex before I met Mike Cabreeze. Now I’m eager to feel whatever sexual pain Leslie and Ellis can dole out.
“All right, Stacy but don’t say you weren’t warned. Ellis, let’s start with raping her mouth. Open wide, slut,” said Leslie grabbing Stacy’s hair in one hand and lower jaw in the other. She pulled Stacy’s mouth wide open and forcing it down on Ellis’ manhood.
Anxious not to scrape Ellis’ sensitive flesh with her teeth, Stacy opened her mouth to the point her jaw hinge tittered on dislocation. Held in place by Leslie’s iron grip, Stacy felt the blunt tip of Ellis’s cock slam into her throat opening.
“Choke on that big dick, bitch,” said Leslie pushing hard on the back of Stacy’s skull twisting her head slowly wedging the cockhead into the narrow opening. Ellis’ penis slowly and painfully expanded Stacy’s throat. Her gag reflex caused her to contract her throat muscles, as lack of oxygen became an increasing problem.
“Down it goes, cocksucking whore,” said Leslie pushing harder to embed the first four inches of Ellis’s dick in her throat.
Leslie and Ellis held a convulsing Stacy tight as she struggled to dislodge the column of rigid flesh choking her. Leslie, her tone now malevolent whispered, “That’s what it feels like to choke to death on a man’s dick. The Mexican Federal Police do that to female tourists. The ones who tortured me had cocks bigger than Ellis’. I was barely eighteen when they arrested me.”
“You were stupid. You shouldn’t have been trying to buy cocaine from people you didn’t know,” said Ellis making quick rapid thrusts in Stacy’s throat.
“They kept me for a week. I had to spend two months in an clinic recovering,” said Leslie. “There were lesions in the walls of my rectum and vagina.”
“You can tell Stacy about it later. For God’s sake, focus, Leslie,” said Ellis sternly as he moved Stacy’s head to each side causing his penis to slip further down her throat.
Stacy was entirely focused on acquiring oxygen. She had deep-throated cocks before but nothing as long and thick as Ellis’ penis.
“Having fun now,” asked Leslie her face an inch from Stacy’s?
“Her gullet’s convulsing. Let’s make her squirm,” said Ellis reaching down to capture Stacy’s left nipple between his thumb and forefinger then crushing it flat as he pulled and twisted the tender nodule of flesh. “Hold her tighter, Leslie, while I work her bits.”
Stacy’s body reacted violently to the intense pain in her breasts and throat but Ellis easily held her with Leslie’s help. When she was about to pass out, they relented, allowing her to gasp for air. Copious amounts of saliva dripped out her nose and over her lower lip.
“Had enough, bitch, or want some more,” asked Leslie taking a painful hold on Stacy’s hair pulling her head back to where the tendons in her neck were taunt then slapping her hard on both cheeks.
“More, rougher,” gasped Stacy her face stinging with pain.
“And more it will be,” said Ellis grabbing the sides of Stacy’s head positioning it for another assault.
“The Federal Police knocked out all my front teeth so I couldn’t bite them,” said Leslie ignoring Ellis’ demand she concentrate on the sex at hand. “One of them forced a baseball bat up my ass.”
“Go as deep as it will reach,” said Stacy right before Ellis’ penis filled her mouth.
“You’ve got it easy,” said Leslie wrapping her hand tightly around Stacy’s throat and squeezing hard. “You look like a snake swallowing a rat. Choke on that fucking dick you whore. Want more? You’re going to take more till snot runs out your nose.”
Stacy’s throat felt like it was going to burst. Leslie’s hand was painfully pressing her neck against the column of rock hard manhood that was slowly moving down her air passage. But Stacy’s lust had seized control. With one hand Stacy fingernails were furiously clawing at her clit while the nails of the other were scrapping across the nerve dense tissue at the entrance to her vagina.
“That’s right, bitch, draw blood, scrape that clit raw,” said Leslie observing Stacy’s action. Leslie dug her nails into Stacy’s scalp as she pushed hard moving Ellis’s cock further downward. Later, Stacy was to discover blood and bits of skin under her own nails.
Stacy’s orgasm exploded as the sensations proved irresistible. The lack of oxygen made her lightheaded. Saliva dripped from her nostrils onto Ellis’s six pack abdomen as she started to see white spots in front of her eyes. Mercifully, Leslie pulled her head upward. Stacy felt air rush into her lungs as she fought to breathe.
“Don’t let her rest, Ellis. Fuck her,” yelled Leslie.
Leslie and Ellis moved quickly to place Stacy in the missionary position. Still experiencing her orgasm and fighting to breathe normally, Stacy found herself on her back. Leslie had changed positions. The top of Stacy’s head rested against Leslie’s sex. Her outstretched legs held Stacy’s arms down.
Almost immediately, Stacy felt wetness as Leslie’s fluids seeped onto her scalp. Ellis reminded her of one of the great cats as he kneeled between her outstretched legs. He caught her ankles in his large hands pulling her legs apart to where she felt intense pain in her hip sockets. He twisted her feet outward then raised them vertically to where Leslie took hold maintaining the same orientation of her legs.
Later, Portia showed her the page in the Kama Sutra where it described how rotating the female’s legs outward tightened the vagina making penetration by a large cock more painful.
“Cock whip her,” urged Leslie as Ellis slapped his penis down on Stacy’s clit with a force that left her whimpering in pain.
“You like that, bitch,” asked Ellis thumping his manhood onto her sensitive flesh?
“Goddamn right I like it,” said Stacy thrusting her sex toward his penis as he slammed it down. The loud slapping sound of flesh on flesh filled the room.
“Our little college girl is a pain loving slut who likes having your pussy cock whipped,” said Leslie twisting Stacy’s feet causing her hip joints to scream in pain.
“Cock whip my cunt, Ellis, pound your dick on my clit,” screamed Stacy.
“We have ourselves a true pain slut, Ellis. Tell Ellis how much you want his dick in your twat,” said Leslie.
“Fuck me, Ellis, please. Ram that big dick in me. Make it hurt,” said Stacy her voice conveying her desperate need for penetration.
“Beg him to rip your pussy apart,” said Leslie bending Stacy’s legs to where her toes were touching the mattress beside her ears.
“Rip my hole till it bleeds. Show me no mercy. I need to be raped. I’m begging you to fuck me raw,” said Stacy.
Almost immediately, Stacy felt a cockhead pushing against her small opening. Stacy moaned as the head expanded her opening.
“Shit, fuck the shit out of me,” yelled Stacy squirming to fill her vagina. Later, Stacy was to recall that moment as pure lust unclouded by any other thought beyond experiencing the savagery his penis would bring to her sexual core.
“Here goes,” said Ellis shifting position to allow him to thrust forward in one brutal motion.
“Split the whore open,” said Leslie.
A loud hoarse scream escaped Stacy’s lips as she felt a column of fiery pain starting at just inside her vagina and ending deep inside her uterus.
Downstairs in his quarters, Albert was furiously pumping his aging cock as he stared at the display screen. The young lady is a screamer thought Albert and I do love it when they scream. He was watching Ellis withdraw his cock then plunge downward creating another round of anguished cries. Albert’s attention was drawn to the flickering of the hard drive as his system recorded the video frames.
“I’d like to fuck you, Miss Stacia Todd. Mine wouldn’t make you cry out like that monster of Mr. Trabert’s but you would know there was a cock inside you,” whispered Albert to the display. Albert gimbaled the joystick to aim the camera toward the top of Stacy’s head.
Leslie grows more like her mother each day observed Albert watching Leslie move her sex back and forth across the crown of Stacy’s head matting the hair down with secretions from her vagina. Periodically, Leslie rose onto her knees straddling Stacy’s face. Stacy reacted by lapping her tongue over Leslie’s opening.
“That’s right, you little whore. Eat Miss Leslie’s snatch,” said Albert watching intently as Stacy’s tongue licked the pussy resting on her face.
Albert recalled decades before when Orin Cabot returned from Europe with his beautiful bride, Margarethe, Leslie’s mother. Albert had just taken the job as second butler on the estate. Orin, a diplomat, had met her at the Ercole Polytechnic where he was teaching a course in American and French Relations. She was one of his students and she seduced the young bachelor in spite of knowing full well the wealthy American’s preference for men. While in Paris, theirs became a relationship of convenience. The presence of Margarethe provided proof against Orin’s suspected homosexuality. While Orin’s money allowed Margarethe to satisfy her lust for material comforts.
Unfortunately, Orin proved unable to satisfy the sexual needs of his much younger wife. One night Albert had awakened to find Margarethe in his bed her mouth devouring his cock. He and Margarethe became frequent lovers with Orin’s knowledge and approval. Later, after Leslie was born, Orin and Margarethe were killed in a plane crash. Now as he watched her fluids matt down Miss Todd’s hair, he recalled the copious flow Margarethe’s cunt produced. It was kind of Miss Leslie to install this camera system so I could watch her having sex thought Albert. I know how difficult her financial situation has become in the last few years.
As he stroked his cock with one hand he held a printed image of a naked Stacy looking directly at the camera with just the head of Mr. Trabert’s cock filling her mouth. It was a video frame captured when she first climbed on Leslie’s bed. He had printed several others. There was one of Stacy lying on her back masturbating. Her fingers were busily stroking her excited sex. What marvelous breasts thought Albert? She’s an incredible beauty and a slut without equal. Her sexual appetite reminds me of Margarethe.
Albert planned to ejaculate on the prints while using his digital camera to capture the image of his cock squirting cum on Stacy’s picture. He would use photo-editing software to obscure Miss Todd’s face. After that he would post the images to a WEB site dedicated to displaying amateur pornography.
“Flip her over and fuck her ass,” said Leslie having achieved her own climax from the contact between her sex and Stacy’s forehead. She had been impressed by Stacy’s reaction to Ellis’ cock. She had expected the girl to quickly retract her choice of being raped once she actually experienced the traumatic pain associated with his assault. But to the contrary, Stacy had grown more eager and demanding, thrusting her sex upward to meet Ellis’ plunging manhood.
Leslie recalled the first night she experienced the brutality of Ellis’ pile driving approach to intercourse. She was staying at a friend’s place in Hollywood. She’d met Ellis at a club on Sunset. The next morning she could barely walk.
Leslie was amazed how Stacy Todd of the respectable Weston Todds was reacting to the savage rough sex she and Ellis were dishing out. Poor Cousin Aileen had begged her to make Ellis be gentle. But they had ignored her pleas and fucked her unmercifully. Still, Aileen was a wimp compared to Stacy.
If she’s Mike Cabreeze’s whore, she has to be something special decided Leslie recalling her own experience with Mike and the Posse.
“On your knees and elbows, slut. Let’s see if you can handle a good buggering,” said Ellis as he used his strength to force her into position.
Stacy’s elbows rested on the mattress. Her knees elevated her rear toward the ceiling. She allowed her back to sink further so Ellis was looking directly down into her asshole.
Leslie used Stacy’s hair to raise her face slightly before delivering a stinging slap to the side of her face. “This is the moment of truth. I will make Ellis stop if you ask me to,” said Leslie.
“No fucking way, Rape my ass, motherfucker,” said Stacy firmly.
“Do it,” said Leslie.
Stacy screamed into the mattress as Ellis’ cock forced her sphincter, traversed her rectum painfully expanding its girth, then straightened out a turn in her large intestine. Balancing on the balls of his feet, Ellis repeatedly slammed his cock in Stacy’s butt hole, withdrawing occasionally to allow Leslie to lick and suck the cockhead stained from its journey into Stacy’s bowels.
“Ready to come,” asked Leslie as she climbed underneath Stacy positing her mouth between Stacy’s legs?
“Give me everything you got,” said Stacy.
Leslie’s mouth was sucking Stacy’s clit as her vagina-embedded fingers massaged her G-spot. Stacy was experiencing mind-blowing anal suction as Ellis fucked her ass. She felt each contraction and expansion of her bowels as the huge cock forged and re-forged its path.
“Going to come,” said Ellis announcing his imminent release.
Moments later, an orgasming Stacy felt her rectum fill with semen. His hands maintained a painful grip on her flanks as he convulsed and shook filling her bowels with come. Stacy was deep in her own climax. Her entire body was trembling with pleasure.
“Don’t move,” said Leslie. “This is going to be the peáce de resistance.”
Stacy remained still as Ellis’ shriveling cock slowly withdrew from her asshole. The instant it popped out, Stacy felt a pair of lips surround her still wide-open sphincter and begin to suck out the liquid contents. Stacy relaxed, savoring the utter depravity of the moment recalling how accounts of the Roman Emperor Tiberius’ orgies on the island of Capri had once fascinated her. Having someone suck the cum out of your ass would have met with Tiberius’ approval thought Stacy enjoying the feelings Leslie was creating in her well-fucked butt.
Leslie’s face appeared at Stacy’s side. Her puffed out cheeks reminded Stacy of a squirrel who had been very successful in her search for nuts. Stacy pressed her lips against Leslie and felt her mouth fill with the recent contents of her ass.
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“Mike was certainly correct about our having similar tastes in the bedroom,” said Leslie squeezing the rubber bulb flat then releasing to re-fill it with the feminine hygiene solution she had just finished mixing. Several empty foil packets of douche powder littered the oversized shower floor.
“Mike certainly knows my tastes and how I taste,” said a happy, well-fucked Stacy taking a seat on the shower chair then leaning against the shower wall and raising her legs. She forked her fingers to spread her labia exposing her opening to Leslie.
“Is there anything you won’t do,” asked Leslie inserting the nozzle in Stacy’s vagina until only the large bulb was visible.
“Certainly, pedophilia and necrophilia,” said Stacy closing her eyes as Leslie squeezed the bulb filling Stacy’s pussy.
Leslie laughed as she refilled the bulb from the beaker of solution. “You should be ashamed, discriminating against the young and the dead.” Leslie filled Stacy’s vagina with a second application.
“You can’t fuck everybody. There has to be limits or civil society would collapse,” said Stacy.
“Are you sore,” asked Leslie placing her fingers at the entrance to Stacy’s vagina and rubbing gently?
“Yes,” said Stacy concentrating on holding the solution inside her.
“I admire your endurance. I stayed in bed for a full day, the first time Ellis pronged me,” said Leslie.
“I’ve been in training for rough sex by Mike and the Posse. I was gang raped by approximately thirty Hispanics a few weeks ago. That was worse.”
“How did that happen?”
“Mike Cabreeze arranged it to teach me a lesson. Here goes,” said Stacy before contracting her abdomen to expel a thin stream of water that splattered against the shower wall. Stacy apologized when she realized her spray had splattered the two of them.
“Impressive expulsion of fluids. Strange that the both of us survived an encounter with the macho culture of Latin America and lived to tell about it,” said Leslie wiping her eyes before refilling the douche and taking Stacy’s place on the shower seat.
“It was my first experience at pulling a train. They made it hurt in as many ways as they could. It went on all afternoon. My boobs were sore for a week. It was exhausting and painful. But after a while I forced myself to adapt. I started fucking back,” said Stacy inserting the douche nozzle in Leslie’s vagina.
“I shouldn’t tell you this; but Mike made a point of telling me what would happen if I crossed him or the Posse,” said Leslie contracting her abdominals to keep her vagina closed while Stacy refilled the douche.
“Something absolutely awful and disgusting I imagine,” said Stacy filling Leslie’s vagina for the second time.
“He showed me autopsy pictures of a woman whose tits and clit had been chopped off while she was alive.”
“How horrible,” said Stacy.
“Told me I’d wind up the same, maybe worse, if I ever gave him a problem. Do you think he means it or was he just trying to scare me?”
“Trust me. He means it,” said Stacy as she squeezed a second load of a feminine hygiene product into Leslie’s sex.
“I thought so. Here goes,” said Leslie spaying the tiled wall.
“So why did you get involved with Mike and the Ecstasy,” asked Stacy squeezing shampoo onto the palm of her hand then working it into lather?
“My former trust fund manager made some bad investments then stole most of what was left. Thank God the bastard is in jail. I hope someone with a cock bigger than Ellis’s butt fucks him twice a day,” said Leslie.
“Having recently visited one of our correctional institutions and seen what happens, there is a high probability you’re getting your wish,” said Stacy.
“As a result, this place is mortgaged to the hilt. I could sell the estate and get a job but whoever heard of a Boston Cabot working for a living. Besides, being a trust fund baby is the only lifestyle I know.”
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“I’m having a charity affair next month I’d like your help on,” said Leslie. The two women were in Leslie’s dressing room. They’d finished showering and were getting dressed. Stacy was seated at a vanity applying her make-up. Leslie was drying her hair. Ellis was in the adjoining bedroom fast asleep, his enormous frame dominating the king size bed.
“Do you feel kind of hollowed out inside,” asked Leslie in a whisper as they looked at the sleeping giant? “I always do.”
“If I were to fuck an ordinary man at this point, he would have to stick his arm in my cunt for me to feel anything,” said Stacy. “What kind of charity affair? I’m awfully busy with school.” Stacy did not want to get trapped into performing tiresome tasks associated with charity galas. On several occasions, her mother had required her to help out and Stacy had not enjoyed her assignments. Licking stamps and stuffing envelopes wasn’t that exciting.
“It will require one day and night only and it’s on a weekend, nothing else, I promise,” said Leslie. “It’s for Women In Harms Way. Are you familiar with them?”
“No, I cannot say I am,” said Stacy.
“They maintain safe houses for women and their children who are fleeing abusive husbands or boy friends. Their injuries are heart breaking: cigarette burns, broken bones, missing teeth. The safe house shelters them while they relocate away from the bastard. It’s amazing how some women allow themselves to be physically and mentally abused for years before they break away.”
“I can handle one day and a night,” said Stacy wondering how long she would put up with Mike’s abuse. He hadn’t slapped her in several weeks but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t the next time they got together.
“It’s not what you think it is,” said Leslie. “After watching you with Ellis, I’d say you are going to have a very good time.”
“What happens?”
“Are you familiar with Moynahan Castle?”
“I’ve never heard of it. No, that’s wrong. I went to school with Traci Moynahan. The castle is in New Hampshire on Lake Winnipesaukee. We had a school picnic there,” said Stacy recalling the large stone structure built by the lake by the Moynahan paterfamilias three generations ago. Stacy recalled she and Michael Kerwin snuck off from the others. They made out ferociously and she even let him touch her boobs. The next day he told everyone they had sex.
“Traci will be there. She’s one of my special girls,” said Leslie. “It’s a different kind of fund raiser. Only men are invited who can afford to donate $10,000 or more.”
“Wives don’t attend,” said Stacy.
“They’re told it’s a golfing weekend and for that matter, the men do play a round of golf in the morning and afternoon. You get to caddy and have sex with them. In the afternoon, there’s a paint ball hunt,” said Leslie.
“Sounds like fun, I’ve never shot a paint ball gun,” said Stacy.
“You’re the hunted, not the hunter. The men working in pairs hunt the girls,” said Leslie.
“And what does the hunters do with their kill,” asked Stacy starting to understand Leslie’s gala was much different from her past experiences?
“They tie you to a tree and fuck you. It’s very primitive, animalistic sex. You’ll love it. Once the hunt is over, we have a sumptuous feast back at the castle. It has a medieval theme. You made be pulled under the table for a quick one between courses.”
“It is definitely not your usual fund raising event,” said Stacy.
“There is a serious moment. I make a brief financial report on Women’s In Harm’s Way describing their good work. That’s to assuage everybody’s conscience about combining charity with illicit sex. Afterwards, there is a non-stop orgy that only ends when there is not a cock left standing.”
“Ten thousand dollars seems like a lot for an afternoon and evening of sex,” said Stacy.
“It’s tax deductible, for a worthy cause, and most of the time the company or institution writes the check,” said Leslie.
“It’s certainly unlike either of the three charity galas my mother made me attend,” said Stacy.
“So please say you will do it,” said Leslie. “Several of my female friends who have helped out in the past are traveling and cannot attend. I’m desperate for female flesh.”
“Is there a chance I could run into someone who knows my family? I wouldn’t want to be recognized,” said Stacy applying eyeliner.
“Everyone except for me is on a first name basis only. These are prominent men, CEOs, bankers, financiers, college presidents, etc. They wouldn’t say a word if they did recognize you. And you must be equally discreet.”
“All right, I’ll come and come,” said Stacy checking her makeup in the mirror.
“Terrific, You don’t happen to know of anyone else who could help. Last year was the first year for this event and I had twenty-six paying attendees. This year the word has spread and I’m up to forty-three but I’m expecting as many as two dozen more. We even have a Japanese automobile executive and his senior staff flying in from Murfreesboro, Tennessee,” said Leslie.
“My roommate is a possibility,” said Stacy.
“Is she pretty, good figure,” asked Leslie?
“Very attractive and a terrific figure but she is into the Goth thing, lots of tattoos and piercing,” said Stacy. “Her labia have rings.”
“Sounds exotic, that could be very appealing to men tired of busty California blondes. Does she have any sexual hang-ups? No one wears a condom. All sex is bareback. And she should expect penetration in all three orifices,” said Leslie.
“Portia has no hang ups. I have her picture in my wallet if you would like to see it,” said Stacy reaching for her purse.
“She is hot. Is she into girls at all?” asked Leslie looking at Portia’s photo.
“Yes, she and I have great sex,” said Stacy. “She gives the best head at Harvard and given the number of pussy eating dykes enrolled in the college, that’s saying something.”
“I’m considering doing a similar thing in the spring for lesbians. You’d be surprised how many female CEO’s are strictly into women. But let’s hold that for now. I’ll give you two information packets. If Portia is interested, email me. ”
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