Austin Williams - Widespread whore

Manny had encountered some considerable trouble in procuring a really raunchy jock strap. Contrasting his school days when a fellow would wear the same jock until it stood stiff against the side of his locker, athletes now get a clean ball bag every day. A dirty jock… a really dirty jock, was a tough thing to acquire.

Finally, he persuaded a two-hundred-forty pound-high-school football player who had exceedingly beefy thighs and a wiry-haired crotch to wear the same jock for three days in practice in order to soak it thoroughly with sweat. Then, Manny wadded the soaking jock cover into a ball and thrust it into a clothes bag where he hoped it would sour and be at its rankest maximum when the user got his teeth into it.

"Hell, if we can get a big enough reputation with these folks," Manny was saying, "we can tell all the whip and lash and bite and bleed bastards to get lost. Goddamn, there's a mission to be made out of freaks who won't hurt anybody!"

"Now there," said Tuesday, remembering Mr. Hiroto, "is where I'm with you a hundred percent."

The crowd arrived in a body. Manny fluttered around, sewing up drinks, and Tuesday who was bored by thew simpering, pseudo gentility of the men, wished to God they would cut out the

horseshit and get on with it. Finally, a spraddle-assed, trucking executive set his glass down and said to Tuesday, "I'm a titty-fancier. May I look at yours?"

"You sun can," she said, relieved. "Here, help me get my dress unzipped." She had left off her bra. After all, her titties did not require support. They were hard and firm and they did not droop. Hence, when one of the main orders was to let some bastard work them over with his feet, she was instantly ready.

"Ooooh! They're lovely," he cooed, kicking off his shoes. "Lie down! Lie down! I want to touch them with my toes!"

Tuesday flopped unceremoniously on the couch, and the fucker stripped off his socks and climbed up to sit on the back of the divan. In this manner, he could put both his feet on her titties. As soon as he was situated, and got her nipples up between his toes, he began to moan in a low voice, and his cock sprang up in his pants.

He unashamedly pulled his cock out, and began to stoke it gently as he worked his feet around on Tuesday's tits.

This seemed to electrify the crowd. The guy who wanted to eat the Kotex felt tentatively in Tuesday's crotch to make certain she had the rag on. When he felt the soft padding which was unmistakably a sanitary napkin, he beamed broadly, and began to jerk his pants off with one hand to elevate Tuesday's skirt with the other.

Manny realized that the moment was at hand when the orgy would blast off. He hurriedly

produced the smelly jock strap, and got out of all his clothes while the jock chewer was sniffing over the rancid surface of the supporter. Its smell was sufficient to foul the whole room, but he buried his face in it, and the others were quick to observe that there was almost at once a damp and widening spot of cooze oil spilling out of his cock and showing up on his pants. That's good, Manny thought, because the jock chewer would not require any further attention.

The cod lopper, however, was so anxious he was jumping about, and trying to constrain himself until Manny could produce his shit-stained scrotum.

Manny's balls were swinging, and had a distinct brownish flavor to them. The lopper shoved Manny into leaning over the arm of a chair, and he thrust his nose against Manny's nuts.

"Jesus," he exhaled, "would you smell that lovely odor? Your balls are the best I ever saw smelled." He took one tentative lick at the scrotum. "Jesus, what a taste!" he cried, smacking his lips in relish. "Oh, my God, what did you eat to product shit like this?"

"Dog food," Manny said with a smile.

Finally, they were all in action except the poor asshole who wanted to chew a foreskin. He was circling around Manny like a bird of prey about to strike, but at first, he could not figure a way in which he could get to Manny's cock. Then he squatted on his haunches and backed up under where Manny was leaning over the arm of the chair. Thus, he got the foreskin between his teeth,

and as he whimpered and slopped around, Manny silently handed him the broom handle.

"Hell no," he protested. "I'm not working that thing into my own asshole. You got to do it."

Manny started to move about to make this possible but the cod lopper protested, and for a moment it seemed there might be some sort of confrontation between the foreskin chewer and the cod lopper.

Manny saved the day. By a simple readjustment, the three of them fell on the floor. Manny got a quick and juicing hard-on when he felt his foreskin being pulled into a mouth and gently gnawed on. His cock responded, and this, in turn, sewed to excite the chewer.

Once Manny got excited, he could work the stick up the gaping asshole with a certain relish.

Meanwhile, Tuesday was having a hell of a time. The Kotex chewer had pulled the rag off her snatch and in his excitement, he had not been able to keep it held firmly between his teeth. Consequently, it fell to the floor, and the guy was at once back on the bare flesh of her cunt in search of more blood and more fishy taste. Of course, there was a slight indication of it on Tuesday's cunt, but she prided herself in the cleanliness of her twat, and the man soon discovered that she was not really on the rag.

"Wait a goddamn minute," he thundered. "This gal ain't bleeding."

Manny leaped up, wrenching his cock out of a hot mouth and puffing the broom handle from the twitching asshole before him.

"Yes, she is," he cried. "You may have caught her between drains, but she will turn loose some more in just a minute, won't you, Tuesday?" As he asked the question, he jerked his head in the direction of the bathroom where the cow blood and rotten fish juice were stashed under the basin in a closed cabinet.

For a second, Tuesday was not certain. Then she understood. "Please, gentlemen," she said, "will you excuse me a moment?"

"Hell no!" the titty-walker cried, shoving his toes about her nipples and holding on.

Tuesday twisted away, and kissed him on the cock. "I'll be right back," she promised. "I just got to go in here and turn myself on."

She truly had to choke down her bile as she opened the containers.

She dipped her hand into the smelly mess and smeared it all over her pussy. Then, reeking and bleeding convincingly, she hustled back into the action room, and was at once attacked by the two whom she had just left.

Her nipples were beginning to be irritated. The bastard's feet were rough and callused, but Tuesday knew he would not last long. His cock was drooling all over the back of the sofa, and his balls were now drawn tight against him. He was still stroking his cock, but it was merely that. He was definitely not beating his meat. His libido was produced through his feet. He would be coming in a very short time.

The Kotex chewer came like the ordinary man took a piss. He began to leak jizm out the end of

his cock, and it continued to run until his supply was exhausted, and the feeling receded from his prick.

Tuesday had not seen a man come like this, and she wondered if the feeling was as good to him as to others. Since nobody can feel what another feels at the moment of orgasm, there was no way to tell for certain. But the guy seemed to be going through dome sort of deep emotional experience as he ate the stinking cunt and dripped his droppings on the floor.

The cock chewer was a true loner. He sat stupidly against the wall, licking the bottom of the ball cup. Tuesday suspected that while he may have got some ticks out of chewing the jock, that he really got the most stimulation from watching the others. She suspected further that the jock was a cover for his own feelings of inadequacy, but as long as he could hide behind it, he could watch others and shoot off his load.