Heather Brown - Juicy piece

"We'll get a chick and dress her up some way that grabs the eye and take her picture. Put it right at the top of the column. A whole new character for Honey Pot's troubled freaks… sort of inspirational… but not too deep."

"What are you talking about?" I asked in confusion.

"Shut up and fuck," he replied, acknowledging our liaison for the first time since I had seized his prick.

That was all I wanted to do anyway, as I drove my crotch into his, my constricting pussy muscles lassoing his prick like it was a runaway steer, the horn of his cock goring my struggling cunt. The full expanse of his prick filled my frothing cunt, pressing the rest of my organs all out of shape and position. My asshole tingled from the stretching caused by the penetration of the thick prick in my pussy, starting to become envious of my cunt for greedily swallowing up all the available cock.

I was burning inside as the knot at the head of his cock became a ball of fire, and his shaft the searing tail. The way his cock plowed even deeper within my fuck-hole, slowly but surely increasing its length as though it were infinite, I knew that, despite his cool, it couldn't be long before he had to come and I would capture the full extent of his milky treasure in the snaring recesses of my sperm-starved body.

I wanted him to come in me like nobody had ever come before… harder, faster, and stickier. I wanted to twist the valve of his sperm-ducts all the way open, releasing virtual flood-gates of cum. I wanted to be swept away like a piece of flotsam in an ocean of his jizz, pulled helplessly like a stick of driftwood in the raging, orgasmic tides. Tightly I would pull the noose around the neck of his cock, strangling it until the bulbous head turned blue and then spit forth its load of sperm, retching the thick fuck-cream into the vessel of my cunt.

Suddenly the incessant tingling of my asshole reminded me that there was a hole in my body even tighter than my cunt, one that would surely test his cock to the ultimate. I did a chin-lift on the flagpole, puffing up without warning from Shark's enormous cock, its monster head sliding reluctantly out of my hole, snapping my pussy-lips like rubber bands as it finally pulled out of my cunt. Hanging there in mid-air from the flagpole I took a few precious seconds to stare and marvel at his divine cock as it twitched defiantly against the background of the sky, even bigger than when I had seen it last, and coated with a glistening film of my pussy juice that stuck to it like axle-grease. The rain was still falling, drenching both of us, but every drop slid off Shark's puss-juice-lubricated cock like it was coated with the thick slime of Vaseline.

After one last loving look at his beautifully slick prick, I closed my eyes and imagined how smoothly his oily cock would slide up my eagerly awaiting asshole, splitting my bowels apart. As I slowly let myself down, tilting my pelvis forward so my asshole would make a perfect target for the missile between his legs, I could feel the cunt juice oozing from my pussy and sliding along the furrow of my ass to stick on the puckering ridges of my bung, preparing me for a sudden and intense entry of Shark's fuck-tensed prick.

I had hardly felt the tip of his dick nudging between my cheeks when it was already halfway up my ass, the slickness of his greasy cock pushing aside my sensitive tissues with unstoppable aggression. I moaned at how fantastic his long, hard prick felt inside my butt, as I dropped my haunches the last six inches, taking the second half of his cock, burying it in my ass to the holt. My asshole was so sensitive that I could feel all of his cock inside me, impressing its contours in the pliant mold of my throbbing shitter. I gasped at the raspy scraping form the flange on the underside of his cock pulling along the floor of my asshole, skidding forward until the end of his prick burst into my bowels, turning the center of my body into a boiling cauldron.

My plan was working I could feel the muscles in my ass squeezing his prick tighter than it could have even been squeezed before, inviting a tidal wave of jizz that would certainly overwhelm me. His penetration was so deep and so hard that thee thin wall between my asshole and pussy stretched lighter and tighter, becoming as thin as parchment, the humping of his dick directly affecting my cunt in its wild, stabbing enormity, my fuck-canal trembling and vibrating as though it had a stiff prick inside it. Obviously I was going to come in my ass and cunt at the same time. His cock was so complete in its fucking power that with my eyes closed I could easily believe I was getting screwed in the asshole and pussy at the same time.

I might have burned myself up, so intense was the growing orgasmic flame that now plundered my body, had it not been for the rain, splattering on my naked body and dousing my white-hot coals just enough to keep me from coming all the way, forcing me to fuck harder and harder on the inexhaustible tool reaming out my asshole.

Shark's cock was so swollen that I knew it had to burst with cum soon. But onward and upward it kept filling my ass with its slick meat, its hardness unchecked even by the imminent onslaught of fizz that had to be bloating his suffering balls. I imagined his prostate gland inflated to the size of a baseball from the action that first my mouth, then my cunt, and now my asshole had put it through, bulging like a third ball just beneath his incredibly strained scrotum.

Still he babbled, never missing a beat in the incessant rhythm of his monologue of his fucking. "Gotta find an image for a chick that commands respect. But what? A psychic? A numerologist? A faith healer? A lady rabbi?"

Suddenly, as his dick surged unflaggingly up my asshole, it occurred to me that he was never going to come until he had the answer to the question that was bedeviling him… Now I knew. So this was how God was going to have me act out my ultimate mission. The only thing that could save his balls from self-destruction was my telling him the answer.

"God," I blurted, the only word my lips were able to form. "God… God… God…" I repeated, chanting the word incessantly until it filled the air.

"That's it!" he cried, as I knew he would once he saw the light. "I've got it! The Swinging Nun! Madame Fellatio is out. The Swinging Nun is in. How'll you look in a habit, baby?"

"God… God… God…" I kept babbling, oblivious to all purposes but the soaring faith that filled my heart, the hot, throbbing cock stabbing up my asshole, and my orgasmically flowing pussy.

"The Swinging Nun," he exulted. "It was an unorthodox personnel practice to get you out here, even by my standards, but it was worth it. I knew all along you had a flair for this business, a real streak of degeneracy under that sweet, young veneer… The Swinging Nun, wow. It's like a license to print money."

He could have been talking backwards for all I fathomed, all I knew was that I was ascending mortality through this act on the ledger, moving ever closer to God with every searing rip of the divine cock splitting my ass. And then I knew I would surely be propelled all the way to His kingdom when, after Shark's last words, just as I had anticipated, his cock finally exploded within me, instantly filling my bowels with buckets of jizz, coating my insides with layers of thick, rich fuck-cream. I fucked up and down with the force of my straining arms, milking his spurting prick to the ultimate, sure now that it wasn't really Shark's cock that was fucking my asshole, but perhaps God's himself, baptizing me with His silken sperm.

As the symbolic cock gushed repeatedly with incessant bursts of cum, I felt like I was transcending my mortal existence, at last rising to the spiritual heights I had subconsciously aspired to since the materialization of my original divine vision that Friday in my dingy office. My bowels were awash with jizz and my pussy was foaming without restraint, but I still wanted more, straining toward the ultimate religious and sensual experience I was sure was awaiting me.