Austin Williams - Widespread whore

"You didn't say the magic word until tonight," she replied.

"What magic word?"

"Ben Franklin."

He laughed. "Hell, I didn't know he was a magician. But I'm glad he is. Uh, whatcha say we drive out to this cabin I got? There's booze and

food there, and nobody will bother us."

"You got the pictures," she said. "I just follow old Ben around I guess."

Again he laughed. Manny wasn't holding a great bucket full of smarts, but he was a harmless sort of rich fuck-up. At least, he was smart enough to make his money and stay out of the way of people who made it for him.

After a ride of about twenty minutes, they came upon his cabin. Hell, it was more like a barn. At least it was big, and it sure as hell did sit in a remote corner of nowhere.

"What's this for, hunting?" Tuesday asked as they got out of the car.

"Yeah, you might say so," Manny said. "I use it to hunt and fuck."

"What do you hunt?"

"Something to fuck," he replied, and laughed again. Tuesday was beginning to like Manny. He was fun.

Once inside the house, Tuesday saw that it was richly furnished and decorated in excellent taste. It was certainly no hunting cabin. It was a love nest, sort of a deep-carpeted cunt cage.

"Oh, this is nice…" she said, with admiration in her voice.

"Go on in that bedroom and get your clothes off," he said matter-of-factly. "I'll be in right away, and we'll see just how many Ben Franklin pictures you want!"

The bedroom was at least twenty by twenty, and there was a huge oval bed. There were also monogrammed satin sheets on the bed.

She stripped herself naked and fell on the sheets. Goddamn, that silky finish was enough to make a girl come. As a matter of fact, Tuesday was at once hot as a pistol. She had not had any cock in weeks and she had been too upset even to diddle her cunt. Now, with a good-looking guy on the prowl, and all those pictures of old Ben… Jesus, her pussy was zinging even before Manny got into the room.

When he arrived, he was as naked as she, and Tuesday was pleased to see his firm, deeply tanned body.

His stomach was flat as a manhole cover, and his legs well molded and strong. Then she fixed her eyes on his cock. Holy Jumping Jesus! she thought. I've got another one!

Manny was well, if not sensationally, hung. His cock had to fight its way out of a massive tangle of pubic undergrowth. Once his prick rose, Manny had a nice-looking cock. But he was not content with his hard-on. He had affixed the most evil-looking tickler to it!

Tuesday, in all her experience, had not been fucked by a tickler, and she had never even seen one up close before. But Manny apparently knew all about the little devices.

His tool was about semi-hard, and he pulled it up, pointing it right at Tuesday. "Look at it," he said. "Look at that Frenchy! Goddamn. I tell you it's something else. Think you can take it okay?"

Tuesday's cunt was oozing at the sight of Manny's body, and she was not disconcerted by the device. It was just that she was wary of all men

who had peculiar inclinations about fucking.

The tickler concealed the head of Manny's cock. There were dozens of little wart-like bumps around the circumference of it. Besides the warts, there were two long yellow feathers rearing out the end, and the whole thing was covered in some sort of white-looking slime. Tuesday wondered if he had jacked off and smeared the come over the tickler to lubricate it.

"Yes, I can take it," she said. "But why use it?" "It'll make you climb the wall," he said. "And the more you carry on and get yours, the more it turns me on… and I might add, the more pictures I can give you for your book.. your pocketbook!"

Tuesday shrugged. "It's your party. How do you want it?"

By then his cock was upright and rigid. "I'll lie on my back," he said, crawling on the bed, "and you sit down on my dick. No. No! Face away from me. I know you think it ought to be the other way, but this is the way to screw with the tickler. I'm going to put it in some places inside you that you haven't even heard about."

Tuesday wiggled herself on top of his outstretched frame, and awkwardly reaching down between her legs, found his cock, and raised it up to where she could insert it into the lips of her cunt. Whatever he had smeared over it was as slick as hot owl shit.

Tuesday dropped his prick and heard it splatter with a wet floppiness against his belly. Then, she recaptured his prick and worked it into the hot

mouth of her pussy. Feeling the heat of his legs against the backs of her thighs had set Tuesday's innards to churning.

God, how long it had been! The touch of hot male meat always made her soar into orbit.

He was no romantic. There was no bullshit manner in his approach. But as she eased his tickler-equipped cock into her cunt, she felt his muscles tighten under her ass, and she knew that he was going to put forth the effort when his cock was seated.

As soon as the head of his cock cleared the snapping portion, of her cunt, he lunged upward with her hips and buried the heavy cock deep in her cunt. Deep? Tuesday had never dreamed a cock could go in as far and not split something. The tickler gave him an extra two inches, and whatever portion of her inner cunt it struck was the touchstone of her passion.

"Oh Jesus! Sweet Jesus!" she moaned. "Whew, put that thing to me! God, it's good!"

"I told you," he said, grasping her by the hips, and guiding the motion of her ass. "Now you quit trying to do the thinking. Just let my hands guide you. You don't want to bury my cock in the full depth and leave it. That rough head I'm wearing will work over every bit of your pussy."

"Okay… all right.., anything you say," Tuesday agreed, trying to coordinate the working of her hips with the pressure of his hands.

She had to admit to herself that Manny put out a pretty fair fuck. He bumped himself up as he drew her down on his cock, and his cock was

rubbing the inside of her snatch with the tickler in a stroke about four inches long.

Tuesday was going out of her mind. It was like having a terrible itch which was beyond scratching. She worked her ass around in every conceivable fashion. She wanted to make certain all of her cunt got the benefit of the sheathed cock Manny was pouring in.

Soon, she noted that Manny was not guiding her as he had started out to do. He was hunching and panting for breath, but he kept only one hand resting lightly on her hip. The other hand… Jesus Christ! He had positioned his left hand right under her backside, and his finger had shot up her ass crack and deep into her rectum. Ooooh! And it wasn't just his finger! Manny had some sort of tickler on his hand and had worked the damn thing straight into her bowels.

Now there was a feeling! Tuesday had experienced some anal stimulation in her time, and she had liked what she felt. But she had not fully appreciated the sensitivity of her asshole until Manny got up there with whatever it was he had on his finger.

At first, she had opened her mouth to scream a protest, but after the initial horror had worn off, Tuesday was pinching her asscheeks together as tightly as she could on the downstroke so that she could feel the roughness of what he was doing against all of her inner rectum.

She closed her eyes. Hell, when Howard and his friends had taken her five holes at once, she had had both holes filled. But then, she had had to be

concerned with sucking a dick and jerking two more. Besides, a slick, boyish dick and a rough-hewn tickler on the fingers of a master fuck artist were grey horses of different colors.

Manny was an artist, a matter of his craft, and if he didn't know shit from Shinola about running a business, he truly had achieved the ultimate in fucking skill.

Tuesday was helplessly impaled on his cock, and she fought back a strong urge to scream and to laugh and to cry all at once. There was also a steadily rising urge to shit. The hand up her asshole was pulling at her fecal deposits, but she was unconcerned. A sophisticate like Manny would not panic, no matter what happened, and she was hoping she would not shit.