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Chapter Five.
An auction for my anal virginity – age
14
Hello and
thanks for reading about me and writing to me. It’s coming up to Christmas and
here’s my last chapter for this year - I hope you “enjoy” it. My first chapter
next year will be about the first time I went with my Dad and Uncle to
Here I will
once again skip over months of sexual abuse and jump to the next big step in my
sexual saga.
In this
chapter I’m going to tell you about how my Uncle and Dad held an auction among
the local pedo community to sell off my anal cherry. So if you aren’t into anal
rape, underage sex, incest and interracial sex I suggest you skip this chapter.
This time
I’m also going to show how my ideas started to turn towards being a domme
instead of letting myself be used forever as a toy and whore for pedos.
For those
of you that I’ve been emailing with over the past weeks, don’t worry I haven’t
forgotten my promises – I will write chapters on my cum-dumping experiences;
being used as a piss whore; my times with good old Doctor Radcliffe; as well as
other things that I saw my Dad and Uncle do, with each other as well as with other
victims of their perversions.
And finally
before I start this chapter – thanks again for reading my story and extra
thanks to those who have written to me.
So here we
go…I was 14 and being used just about every day by dear old Daddy and Uncle
Bob. But they had done me one big favour, they hadn’t taken me in the ass –
yet. Oh they had wanted to – my Dad had been badly tempted, and Doc Radcliffe
had been fingering my little puckered friend at just about every visit. But
Uncle Bob had something in mind that would lead to even better opportunities –
let me explain.
In
Well Uncle
Bob wanted into this supply of fresh flesh and needed a route to Mister Patel.
And as it happens Mister P is a real ass bandit; boys or girls it doesn’t
matter as long as they have a tight ass hole. So you can see where this is
going? My ass was to be the bait to hook Mr. P and land Uncle Bob with a prime
source of kiddy meat so that he could develop his tastes.
Now of
course Uncle Bob could just have called up Mr. P and said “Hey I’ve got a nice
piece of Oriental ass, how about we do a swap or sale?” But that’s too easy and
leaves Uncle Bob looking like any other pimp, and we all know that people
appreciate things if it takes a little something extra to get to the prize –
right? The chase is almost as important as the catch, so here’s what he did. He
takes a few pictures of me in action – with the focus being on how cute my ass
looks, and sends out an invitation to some of the richest perves in the
community with the offer of my ‘guaranteed-virgin’ ass to the highest bidder.
Now timing
is everything and maybe it was a coincidence but it just so happened that the
closing date for bids was a week before Mr. P’s 50th birthday. It
might also be a coincidence that Mrs. P was also into the same circles of
perversion as her dear hubby, and she was copied on the auction details.
So to cut a
long story short we ended up with the right winner and Mrs. P was going to give
her darling a special birthday surprise – my tight little arse hole and
anything else of mine he might fancy. I heard a long time later that the
winning bid had been nearly £2,000 ($4,000 at today’s rates) – not bad for a
piece of teen ass. Would you pay that for a few hours of whatever goes with a
14 year old?
Good old
Mr. P celebrated his birthday with all his friends and cronies on
Right at
Short black
leather skirt; red t-shirt – 2 sizes too small; black patent leather shoes with
5” heels. No makeup though because he wanted me to look all young, clean and
fresh. Uncle Bob didn’t think I should wear a bra, so my nipples would stand
out nicely. He did let me wear some panties though – black silky ones, with
lace trim around the waist band and legs.
Mrs. P
opened the door at the first knock and after checking us over she beckoned us
inside. She was a really snooty bitch in her bright silk sari and expensive
low-heeled shoes – looking me up and down like I had just crawled out of the
gutter.
After
confirming the arrangements with Uncle Bob: 3 hours; anything goes except
permanent scarring or hospitalisation; any films made to be shared by the
parties. Half the money was handed over in a brown envelope, the other half would
come afterwards and after it had been confirmed that I was indeed an anal
virgin.
Agreement
reached Uncle Bob was ushered out of the door and the last I saw of him he was
giving me the eye to make sure I remembered what he had been drumming into me
for the past weeks about doing whatever the Patels wanted “OR
Mrs. Bitch
P curled a long brown heavily jewelled finger in my direction and hissed at me
to follow her fat ass into the house…down a corridor and up a flight of
stairs…along another wide corridor, my heels click-clicking on the shiny wood
floor.
We stopped
outside a closed door halfway down the hall and she put her finger to her lips.
She opened the door and slipped inside, closing it behind her. No sounds from
inside, but I guessed this was going to be show time.
Two, maybe
three minutes passed – seemed like a million years – and the door opened again,
wide this time so that I could enter.
Mrs. P
stood to one side and waved me in. Oh…disappointing? It was a normal study kind
of room. Lots of books, a desk and computer, chairs, sofa – normal. And there was
Mr. P sitting with his eyes tightly closed – looking like a great big kid just
before he gets his birthday wish. How true in this case. He was dressed in
smart casual clothes; grey trousers; dark red sweater; brown shoes. A bit podgy
and going bald – your typical middle-aged Asian business man with an expanding
hair-hole.
Mrs. P led
me by the arm over to stand in front of his chair; the carpets in the room
muffled my footsteps and he sure was going to get a nice surprise. He sniffed a
couple of times, like a big brown dog, and I wondered if he was trying to smell
my ass and nearly laughed out loud.
Mrs. P
reached down and took his hand off the arm of the chair and put it onto my left
knee, “Happy Birthday Raj.” She said. “Now you can open your eyes. She’s all
yours…for a little while. I got her for you.” He opened his eyes and looked me
up and down. Yes he started from my feet, my shoes, and worked his way up to my
face, and then his smile drifted back down to my shoes again. He was
smiling…almost drooling, but she wasn’t – she had a cold hard look that made me
shiver.
Finally he
looked up at his wife and said “Thank you dearest, you always know how to
please me.” And he stood up, took me by the hand and started off towards the
corner of the room. She followed close behind until we came to an almost hidden
doorway in the corner of the room. The door was unlocked and we went through
into their play room.
If I had
expected anything then this room was more like it. I’ve seen BDSM scenes in
movies and even visited a few fake dungeons, but this was much more practical.
The equipment in the room was not all fancy leather or rubber, with chains and
racks of whips and stuff just there for effect. No this was much more
“clinical”. Everything in there looked like it was there for a good reason and
it was there to be used. Professional stuff; heavy duty and nothing fake. Scary
and I was scared. If it had been the fake dungeon scene then I might not have
been so scared – we all like to play games, but I got the feeling that these
guys weren’t into “playing”.
No chance
to back out or even hesitate since Mrs. Bitch fucker was right behind me,
pushing me towards the centrepiece of the room – a sort of bastardised cross
between a vaulting horse and a gynaecologist’s chair. Padding and stirrups made
it look sort of comfortable, but the cuffs and collar attachments definitely
didn’t look friendly at all.
“Just hop
up into the chair my dear.” Instructed Mrs. P - Mr. P was too busy ogling me
and adjusting the height of his equipment to say much.
Getting
into the contraption wasn’t very difficult, and lying there it was pretty comfy
– to start with. And I was still wearing everything I came in with so, hey this
isn’t too bad.
Mr. P
slipped the collar around my neck while Mrs. P clipped the cuffs around my
wrists, holding my arms down at the side of the chair. She lifted one leg into
a stirrup, supporting my leg at the ankle, and then Mr. P did the same thing on
the other side. So I’m sort of lying on this thing, half propped up so I can
see down between my legs, but unable to move a damn thing. There’s even a
mirror above me so I can look up and see everything that’s going on down there.
And the key
thing, the really important thing is that my ass is at the end of the “seat”,
with easy access to either hole. Positioned at just the right height for His
Royal Anus to pluck his prize.
Mrs. P
pointed off to the far side of the room somewhere and flicked her head at Mr.
P, indicating that he was to go somewhere and do something, but I didn’t know
what. And she busied herself setting up some familiar equipment – a camera and
microphone.
Christ it’s
such a drag with guys like this, always wanting to film everything. Wouldn’t
you think they’d be happy just doing something without all this voyeurism and
Super Star attitude, performing for their freaky friends?
While
dickhead Mr. P is off somewhere, Mrs. P slides up to me and for once is smiling
– bad news of course. “Listen slut, this is going to hurt like Hell and I’m not
going to make it easy for you. In fact I’m going to hurt you as much as I
possibly can while he does you. I’m going to do this to you so that you see a
choice – either you can stay the way you are and let people use you up, or you
can take control and get into the other side. Oh, and feel free to scream as
loud as you want – it turns me on, and I’ll be recording it for later so that I
can use you to make me cum as often as I want. OK?” She chuckled and went on
with the setting up.
Once the
camera is ready she goes over to a cupboard and brings out a pair of large
scissors – my mind does a double back flip thinking about what she’s going to
do, but all she does is push my skirt up and snip off my panties, letting a
cool breeze flow over my ass and pussy. She also pushes up my tee shirt – up
under my armpits, so my little boobs are all exposed and that same cool breeze
makes my baby nipples get all hard.
Finally she
picked up a riding crop from the selection of mean-looking tools sitting neatly
in their places on the cupboard and used it to rap out a few loud clangs on the
frame of the “chair” I was attached to. I guessed that this was a signal of
some sort and sure enough I was right.
Out from
the far end of the room came Mr. P, suitably naked except for a black leather
collar and wrist and ankle cuffs. This kind of surprised me because I would
have thought he was going to be doing some dom stuff - dressed in black leather
and all that crap. But no, here he was all slave-like and wimpy.
“Come here
Darling”, said the Queen of fucking
Mr. P sort
of sidled up, eyes not leaving the floor, and sank to his knees in front of his
wife. “Kiss the whip.” She said, and Jesus Christ, he did. He leant forward and
kissed the tip of the crop that she was holding.
She looked
at me and smiled that smile again – the one that sends shivers down my back.
“OK you piece of shit, let’s see if this little tart is worth the money. Get
your face into her ass and tell me if she’s been had.”
Still on
his knees good old Mr. doggy P shuffles over to kneel in front of my ass. And
sure enough he starts to sniff right up against my ass crack. I can feel his breath
against my pussy and ass cheeks. Finally I feel his nose pushing between my
cheeks…right up against my puckered brown hole.
His hands
gently gripped my ass cheeks and he eased them open… his face only inches from
my hot spots. What was he looking for? I can’t begin to guess if there is a way
to tell if an ass has been fucked just by looking at it and smelling it. Maybe
you Indian guys know a way?
Anyway, the
next thing I know I feel something wet and pointy touching my ass hole. Now
this is something that I’ve always liked – having my ass hole licked! There’s
something about it…maybe it’s all those nerve endings right there in your anus,
or the thought of another human being licking your shit hole. Whatever it is, I
love it. Always have and always will.
“That’s it
shit boy, lick her ass and taste her shit. Can you taste the whore’s shit Baby
Dear?” His darling wife said, and I felt him nodding into my butt crack. Like a
good boy he knew not to speak with his mouth full.
Onward and
upwards as they say, and that’s what his tongue did, probing deeper and further
into my ass hole. Tied there like piece of meat I couldn’t do anything, but my
juices were starting to flow and I could feel that heat starting – my belly
starting to turn to jelly. God that felt good, his tongue working deep into my
anus, playing with the nerves, slipping in and out like a little prick, his
hands holding my cheeks wide so that he could get his face right into my ass
crack. I could have used some attention to my clit right about then and good
old Mrs. P didn’t miss what effect her hubby’s tongue was having on me either.
“Good dog!”
She exclaimed, “The slut is already wet and seems to be enjoying your tongue –
you must be improving Dear, you can look forward to servicing my ass later.”
“Now shit,
I think we’ve loosened her up enough, let’s get to the part I like”. She picked
up a lead (leash for you Americans) and snapped the clip to his collar. “Up
boy” she said as she jerked the lead upwards, pulling him off his knees, “Up!”
My head had
been lying back on the head rest, my eyes closed as I enjoyed his tongue, but
now my eyes snapped open and in the mirror above I could see him standing in
front of me, his cock standing out like a little flag pole.
Thank God
his dick wasn’t anything like as big as Uncle Bob’s or even Dad’s. It was quite
long, maybe 7 inches, but thin – like a long brown finger. The tip was
glistening wet and a drip of pre-cum was sitting on the end like a tear drop.
“Pathetic
aren’t you, you piece of dog shit – absolutely pathetic!” He nodded again and
shuffled closer, his cock head now only a few inches from my ass.
Any sense
of being turned on had gone now – my muscles were twitching and rigid. My ass
felt tighter than a Scotsman’s wallet.
“Do you
want to fuck this little bitch? Do you?” The taunting old fart went on. “Beg
your darling wife to let you have this slut’s ass. Come on, let me hear you.”
Finally,
for the first time since he had come back into the room, Mr. P looked at his
wife and spoke, in a hot, breathless voice. “Please dear, please Mistress,
please let me fuck her in the ass. You know I will do anything for you, I beg
you, please let your worthless, pathetic little slave fuck this whore’s anus. I
beg you my darling wife, I beg you to let me push my useless little cock inside
her – to fuck her ass and cum up her. Please...a thousand times please.”
A tear
rolled down his fat brown face and dripped off his chin, splashing on his
belly. I couldn’t believe how much he was into this sub role – he really was
begging like she might not let him do it. It never fails to amaze me how much
sex is in the mind and how big a turn on it is to role play and fantasise.
“All right
you worthless worm, have your whore – but I will punish you as you take your
pleasure.” My nerves were screaming while they talked – like I was just a dumb
object, tied there just waiting for her to decide if he was to rape my arse or
not.
As soon as
she gave him permission he moved in…moved his cock right up to the entrance to
my last remaining virgin hole. My Uncle had fucked my mouth when I was only 10,
then he and my Dad had raped my cunt on my 13th birthday and now I
was to be invaded again and anally raped at just 14 years old!
Holding his
cock with his right hand he spread my ass cheeks with his left, rubbing his wet
cock head up and down my ass crack.
“Better
make the most of that slut...” Said the monster standing over both of us,
“…because it’s the only lubrication you are going to get.” And she laughed
again.
His cock
head was pressing now…pressing against my virgin bum hole. His thin little cock
was trying to worm its way past my anal defences. Past my tight anal opening
(the external sphincter muscles for you experts), and boy was it tight. There
was no way I was going to let ANYTHING get past that barrier!
Concentrated
as I was on holding my defences tight, I missed the attack by Mrs. P. The first
thing I noticed was when my world exploded and my left nipple went with it!
Jesus Holy H Christ the pain was suffocating – the bitch had whipped me right
across my little stiff nipple with her riding crop.
My head
reared back and my mouth opened, but no sound came out. Not until I dragged in
my next breath - and then I screamed. I screamed again when her next strike
caught me on the right nipple.
I couldn’t
move, but my body was rigid. My head thrown back, I screamed…and screamed as
each strike of the crop found its target and left its mark.
But her
tactic worked – while she was whipping me and the pain she was inflicting was
distracting me, her cock-sucking little ass bandit of a husband was attacking
my rear with more persistence. And he was winning, his cock head was now
sneaking past my sphincter and he was pushing…pushing on into my rectum.
Christ I
was hurting at both ends. My tits were in agony and my ass was burning as he
forced his worm cock deeper inside me…driving his rod up my rectum, pulling
back an inch or two before ramming it just a bit deeper each time. Finally he
got his pathetic cock – his enormous monster muscle is what it felt like – all
the way in. His hot sweaty face dripped onto my belly now as he paused for
breath.
“SMACK!”
The bitch’s crop slashed across flesh again, but this time I had no pain!
Instead the fat old bastard buried up my arse bucked and screamed like girl –
she had whipped his ass instead of my tit.
“Who said
you could stop you shit eating cock sucker?” She yelled at him and “SMACK!”
Down came her crop again. “Fuck the little bitch… HARDER!” She screamed into
his ear.
So now I
was in anal hell…with this fat brown fucker buggering me…and his fucking crazy
wife beating the shit out of him with her crop. Each time he pulled his cock
back down my shit hole I felt like I was being turned inside-out, then “SMACK!”
down would come her crop and he would yell and drive his cock back up my arse.
You know, I
hate anal sex. That burning pain as the cock drives through the sphincter
muscles, and the stabbing pain as it hits the back of the rectum. Then when the
cock drags back out you get that “gotta shit” feeling and then it starts all
over again. It’s even worse when the bastard doing it doesn’t care about
rupturing your ass muscles, or ripping open your anus and can’t be bothered to
use any lube.
I don’t
know what gays see in it. I guess it’s different for men, if it’s done right at
least you have a prostate gland to target which gets you off…us girls don’t
even have that, so we get NOTHING out of it…except pain and that God Damn
feeling of being TOTALLY used. It’s not even the same as being raped like a
woman, at least you can feel that the animal raping you wanted you because you
were female and he had the urge to breed – no, anal sex is just someone fucking
a hole and using you as a dirty cum dump.
To be
honest I don’t even like doing anal sex to others. I’ve done it loads of times
of course using a strap-on, other dildos and vibrators, and even other things
like whip handles, carrots, candles and (don’t laugh) even a light bulb – yeah,
switch that fucker on and see how fast it heats up and cooks the victim’s guts.
I’ve even stuck my little fist up a few shit holes, but it doesn’t turn me on.
It’s smelly and messy, and I guess it’s another one of those “all in the mind”
things – some folks get off on being tied down and arse fucked. The submissive,
or rape thing that some people just need – like my current sub-slave who needs
something like this every few weeks, once his arse has recovered from the last
time. He gets off on being dressed like a girl and being “forced” to kneel and
suck my rubber cock (or whatever I’m going to use on him) and then bending
over, lifting his skirt and spreading his cheeks. I do let him rub himself
though through the material of the skirt so that he can come – and he does –
spraying his slime like a dirty school boy.
But back to
my first sodding butt fucking.
I don’t
know how long he fucked my ass, but it felt like a lifetime. Grunt, “SMACK”,
scream, hump….on and on…my own sobs were ignored of course and lost in the
noise of the rape and beating.
Finally,
with my arse feeling ripped apart and my throat hoarse from the sobbing, I felt
him building up…even though my arse was raw there’s something about a fucking
that tells you when a man is going to blow his load…and arse fucking is no
different. His humping rate increased and his bloated, red, sweaty face bulged
even more as he went into fast-forward. He came, I know he came, even though I
couldn’t feel his seed spewing into my guts. I was too sore and in too much of
a state to feel his hot cum pumping into my bowels, but I felt his last thrusts
as he lost his animal urge to dump his load.
He stood
there, half slumped over me and his cock buried in my ass…wilting fast as my
still-tight ass muscles pushed his invading cock out. When his slimy dick
popped out it came with a loud, wet, smelly fart. All that pumped-in gas had to
come out sometime and I was only surprised that a load of shit didn’t follow it;
it certainly felt like I needed the mother of all shits.
I don’t
know if you’ve ever been butt fucked, but for me that first few minutes after
it’s over and the cock is out are the worst. Not the most painful, but the
worst. There’s the hurt, the emptiness of your ass and the feeling your are
going to shit yourself, and the feeling – the feeling of having been….well
used. Does that sound feeble? I guess you don’t know what I mean…maybe it’s a
woman thing so you’ll never get it. Or maybe if you are ever banged up in jail
and some big black bastard nails your ass, then maybe you will understand.
I think the
worst thing ever for me in all the anal rapes I ever got, the worst one was
where the guy not only came up me (of course), but he left his cock up there
and as it got softer he pissed deep inside my guts. Yeah he emptied his
beer-filled bladder into my anus and rectum, a piss/beer enema. Then when he
pulled out it was like a fountain as my abused sphincter muscles pushed all
that foul liquid out of my ass.
But all
that was still to come. Just then I’d received my first ever anal rape and it
hurt – it hurt physically and I cried like a little girl – shit I WAS a little
girl!
But my
night wasn’t over. The big thing about perverts is that they are insatiable.
You might only fuck your wife every blue moon, but you can get it up 6 times a
day in front of a porn video or when you’ve got a little strapped down and
available for abuse. Am I right? Yeah and this brown mother-fucker was the
same. He had just fucked my ass, but was he finished? No way!
They unstrapped
me from the “chair” and it took both of them to lift me down …everything just
hurt too much to do it by myself, I was just like a rag doll. When they let me
go, I just sank to my knees, but that made me feel like shitting even more. It
also brought my face into an unfortunate position…just in front of the
bastard’s shitty cock.
I’m sure
you are ahead of me here…you can see what’s coming? And yes, you are right. The
bitch grabbed me by the hair and forced my face against his slimy, shit smeared
meat pole. Christ that cock stank. But you’ve got to realise that I was gone.
My mind was exhausted and my body was broken. She rubbed my face all over his
dick. Across my nose, my mouth and my eyes. The smell was everywhere. Finally,
when she saw no resistance, she reached round and gripped my lower jaw, pulling
my mouth open. Do you want to know the rest? Do you want me to have to say it?
Yes he put
his shit covered penis in my mouth. Yes they made me suck him clean and swallow
my own waste that covered his shaft and cock head. And yes they kept at it
until he was hard again.
How did I
feel to have sucked a shitty cock for the first time? What did my shit taste
like? I felt like nothing! A worthless, useless piece of meat that just wanted
the night to be over. The smell was the worst part, the taste wasn’t so bad –
I’ve eaten proper meals that tasted worse, especially Indian food. But of
course these guys were over the moon. The humiliation they were inflicting on
me was their drug – and they were well away. His cock swelled up in my mouth
and before I knew it I was gagging as he tried to force that brown slug down my
throat. But the missus wasn’t having any of that and dragged him over to
another little piece of equipment. This was like a padded bench and she had him
lie on his back while she buckled his wrists and ankles to the bench legs.
I was still
slumped at the foot of the “chair” and could just sit there watching and trying
not to vomit from either end. But the pain in my ass was fading and my strength
was coming back already. Sure my tits were still killing me and looked like
purple blobs with strawberries on top, and my ass was sore as hell, but that
“feeling” of being gutted was slipping away and the need to shit was going with
it.
But like I
said, the night wasn’t over.
Once the
brown shit head was tied down, his bitch brought out a peculiar looking chair –
with something like a toilet seat as the part to sit on. And she positioned it
so that the hole was just over the bastard’s face.
“OK bitch”,
she said to me, “Tea breaks over, time for round two.”
“Now you
didn’t think we were going to pay all that money for a slut and then just let
her get away with a single fucking did you?” And she laughed again. What a
happy, evil soul.
“Get that
ass over here.” And she hauled me up by my hair and dragged me to where hubby
was waiting, his cock still nice and firm.
“This time
you get to do the work. You are going to ride his cock with your arse until he
comes, and while you are doing that he is going to be eating my pussy.” She
just had to be kidding, I was too weak to even make a squeak.
“Just to
help you lovers along, don’t forget that I’ve got my little toy here…” She held
up her crop “…to make sure you keep up the pace.” Her grin just made me want to
weep again.
She
unwrapped herself from her sari, and then naked except for her pearl necklace
and shoes she pulled and pushed me into position, using the crop to make me
raise my leg and straddle his waist – facing towards his head.
I don’t
know if you are into Indian women, but I can tell you that middle-aged Indian
cows are not pretty to look at - brown, greasy, fat and hairy spring to mind.
And the smell isn’t that great either. To be honest I wished she had kept her
sari on; at least it hid her yukky body and bushy twat.
Once I was
standing in place with my legs spread over her husband’s pole she went back to
the cupboard to get my latest present – my very own collar, black leather now
that my status in the pedo world had changed.
What do I
mean? Well maybe you don’t know but most of these pervert groups have their own
little code system to help tell others what they are into, or to show what kind
of punishment they can take, who has had them and so on. The group that I
belonged to used different coloured dog collars on their “pets” to show are far
down the shit pile they belonged. Most little kids started out with green
leather which showed they could do oral and stuff, and not receive much
punishment; a blue collar meant she had lost her cherry, and could be beaten
quite nicely; and a black collar meant she or he had lost everything and could
be beaten as much as needed – but not hospitalised. A red collar was reserved
for the ultimate – the snuff victims. There were some other colours, but you get
the picture.
So here I
was with a nice shiny black collar, with a pretty “owners” disc showing the
sign of the perverts who had taken me to this new level “PP”. I’m sure my Dad
and Uncle Bob would be delighted with my “promotion”.
In order to
let me show my gratitude for the present the fat old bag stood next to me and
lifted one of her arms, resting the hand on top of her head. “Here you are
slut, let’s see doggy lick this clean as well.” And she grabbed me by the hair
again and pulled my face down to her hairy, sweaty armpit. And when I mean
hairy I mean it was FUCKING hairy! The bush of tangled, wet black hair stank of
sweat and body odour and she pulled my face into it.
Believe me,
this actually tasted worse than my own shit and I almost threw up, but still I
put out my tongue and slapped at her rancid armpit – like licking the hairiest,
ugliest pussy in the world.
Here’s
another secret readers – I love having this done to me – having my armpits
licked and kissed and sucked. Mine aren’t hairy of course; I shave mine every
few days. But I do love the feeling of a tongue, any tongue, slowly working its
way under my arms, leaving a snail-trail of saliva; it’s almost like having 3
pussies…ummmm.
And she
liked it too, I could tell from her purring as my tongue worked to clean up
that tangled mess, my lips sucking at the black curly hair; sucking out the
sweat and dirt from her ‘pit.
But all
good things must come to an end (yuk) and she lowered her arm to attach the
ring clip of my matching dog lead onto the collar.
“Now baby,
lets see you mount this dog’s pathetic cock, and don’t forget – if I see you
slacking off I’m going to whip you raw.” And she held the crop up under my chin
just to make the point.
She turned
on her heel and walked to her “throne” – remember, that toilet seat positioned
right over her dear husband’s face. She swung her leg over and placed her fat
and wrinkled ass right in the middle of the hole, her disgusting hairy cunt and
ass pressing down on his upturned nose and mouth. Christ – a fate worse than
death!
She brought
her crop down hard on his belly with a “SPLAT!” that made him yell and buck, or
at least he would have yelled if his mouth wasn’t full of fat twat. “OK cunt,
get eating!”
“And you
slut, let’s go we haven’t got all night.” So I reached back to grip his slimy
cock with my right hand and with my left hand I tried to pull my ass cheeks
apart, taking a sort of squatting stance so that his cock could reach – sort of
like you do when you’re wiping your arse after taking a messy shit.
I rubbed
his cock head up and down my ass crack, a faint hope that he would blow just
with a sort of combo hand-ass wank, but no luck. For my trouble I got a whack
across my left shoulder and a steam of foul abuse as encouragement to “Fucking do
it you slut!”
So there
was no way out. I had to bite the bullet and do it.
Squatting
further I started pushing his cock head at my ass entrance, gripping his shaft
so hard his eyes must have been watering. But God it’s hard to get something up
your arse when you are all tensed up.
I was hot
and sweaty and trying to relax like Uncle Bob had told me: “The secret of an
easy ass fuck is to pretend you are trying to shit and just let it happen. If
you relax like when you have a good shit, then it will slide in easy.” Yeah,
right!
But that’s
not easy when you have a sadistic bitch suffocating a guy right there in front
of your face, hitting you with a fucking whip just to make you scream – because
she likes it.
Thank
Christ his cock was thin though and I managed to finally stuff the head up my
anus – helped by my sweat and his pre-cum. At least it didn’t hurt as much as
the first time, but taking a shit started to become top priority!
Once the
head was in past my guardian muscles I could use my weight to force the rest in
and I could bring my hands back to the front so I wasn’t twisted like a fucking
contortionist.
I couldn’t
help it, I had to put my hands down and use his body to support my weight as I
started riding his muscle. In and out of my back passage, working it like I was
taking the world’s biggest dump.
Once I had
a rhythm going it wasn’t so bad and I could take a look at what was happening
right under my nose, so to speak. Old missus shit bag was having a ball and
must have been cumming oceans from what I could see of the juice streaming down
her trapped husband’s face. Every time she lifted her fat cunt for him to take
a breath he would gasp like a landed carp and I could see his bloated, red
lower face shining with her cunt slime. But he only got a couple of seconds and
then down would come her ass again and his face disappeared under her brown
flabby ass cheeks.
“Yes, yes,
yes…” She was gasping as she rode his face and lashed at me with the crop,
driving me up and down faster on his pole. “Cum you bastard, cum, cum...” as
she alternated between whipping his belly and smashing the whip across my tits,
shoulders and thighs.
How could
he resist? Could you resist cumming with a big fat sow mashing her pussy and
ass in your face while you are tied down, and a luscious little girl squatting
over you with your cock up her arse? Could you help it if you flooded her ass
with the contents of your balls? Of course not, it’s not your fault – you just
have to
Thank GOD,
thank God, he came! She came too, God knows how many times. She slumped
backwards in her cute little toilet chair – lucky for him or he could have been
suffocated (what a shame) and I fell sideways in pure exhaustion; my legs like
jelly and his cock popping out of my ass like a cork.
I must have
drifted off somewhere because the next thing I remember they were both standing
over me, dressed and trying to pull me back to consciousness.
So that was
it. That was my first experience of ass fucking. It wasn’t my last by a long
shot and it was only a few hours before Uncle Bob and Dad had followed the new
trail into my dark passage.
Mr. Patel
had enjoyed his birthday treat, as had Mrs. Patel and they both became close to
my Uncle, as he had intended. Not friends exactly, but close business partners
– my Uncle helping to find new customers for the Patels’ flesh trade as well as
visiting India many times to help sample the wares.
What I
learned the most from this whole episode (apart from how to cope with being
arse fucked) was just how deceptive appearances can be – meaning that I had
seen just how easy it was for a “little” woman to completely dominate a “big
strong” man. And how much a man liked it.
Mrs. P had
been right about the choices we can make and I started then to make mine. If a
well connected guy like Mr. P would kneel to a fat cow like her and lick her
arse, then why wouldn’t any man get down and lick mine?
Well that’s
it for this year guys and girls. Thanks for reading and I’ll try and get more
chapters out early next year – have a happy and rude Christmas. Remember, while
you’re busy stuffing the turkey, or your wife (probably feels about the same)
think of little me riding your shaft and pushing my dirty silk panties into
your hungry mouth. Think of me as you cum and cum for me often.
HAPPY NEW
YEAR!
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