Walter Collins - Make me come!

I lay back and let the tingling shaft thrill and buff my hole as I rubbed my nipples with my other hand. Pulling the delicious shaft out of my pussy for a second I tried it on my rubbery little nipples and watched as they leaped to attention. I left a trail of cum and cunt-juice as I rubbed it over the rest of my puffy tits. Tracing the center line of my body down, past my belly button, I ran it over my pubic triangle.

There was no sign of anyone coming so I lay and leisurely rubbed one hairy side of my crack and then the other, until it worked me up to the place where I had to sink it in again.

The trembling instrument went home easily, thrilling and exciting in its totally different way. I pushed it in to the place where it dragged against my clit. Then I locked my thighs together and let it run by itself as I stroked and caressed the rest of my body.

I was scalding hot in seconds and replaced my trembling hand on the thing so I could move it back and forth. My mind wandered and filled with images of my brother's big cock slicing wetly in and out of my cunt with Lynn licking my clit.

It was pure, heated pleasure. My mind was in tune with my body and I thought for sure I was going to get my cookies off this time. Then I became aware of the heavy silence. The dogs were quiet and I didn't hear anyone else either. It was scary, and I lost part of the pleasure for a second.

Damning the rest of them, I ran the vibrator back and forth until I regained the heat and started working myself to the peak I'd done so much to attain.

Just then, just as I was tottering on the edge, the door banged open and four men crowded into the room and approached the bed. I had only enough time to jerk the vibrator out and hide it under the pillow before they grabbed me.

The men dragged me into the play room. They threw me down on my back, yanked my legs over my head and sat on my ankles and wrists while I screamed and pleaded for mercy.

"It's for your own good, girl. You need an orgasm. We're going to help you out!"

My knees were still tied, leaving me in an impossibly awkward position to defend myself. By concentrating on the task at hand I was able to keep my mind off my cunt and the ugly piece of meat that was hammering delightedly away at it.

The big cock rammed and butted against my lips, mashing and bruising them as he tried to force his way past my tightly clenched teeth. I could hear the gasps and sighs of the audience as they held each other's privates and licked their lips in anticipation. My gums began to ache and I felt my front teeth start to loosen. Rather than have them knocked out, I gave in and opened my mouth.

I could hear the audience gasping and howling with lust as they watched the strange scene. The big cock filled my mind and demanded all my attention. Every thrill, every shiver that my mouth caused, could be felt. It was like sucking on a living baseball bat. It shivered and grew, it pulsed and lengthened. One second it was in my throat, the next barely between my teeth. I don't know how far down it would have gone if he'd have fed me all of it. It might have killed me.

I got out of the tub and dried off. Thinking I'd feel better if I got dolled up, I dabbed on some of my aunt's good perfume, then used her powder puff and dusted my sore twat. Pulling on a pair of red bikini panties I shrugged into a terrycloth robe and limped back to the kitchen.

"Did you reach a climax?" he asked as I sat down.

"No," I admitted, shaking my head.

"When you get better I have an idea that might work."

"What?" I demanded.

At first he wouldn't tell me. He didn't want to mess around at all with me until I recovered from the events of the evening. But I insisted and he explained that I'd had so much hard, brutal sex that it might help to have what he called gentle, prolonged sex.

I was willing to try anything. I won't pretend that I was in my right mind. I'm sure I wasn't. But the way I looked at it, one more fuck wasn't going to hurt anything and it might just give me the relief I was looking for.

It took me almost an hour of arguing, begging and pleading before he finally gave in. We undressed and went to bed. I was exhausted and almost fell asleep as I lay down. Mr. Walker wanted to wait until the next night but I insisted. He gave in and had me lie on my side facing him. Then I wrapped a leg over his hip, spreading my sore cunt so that he could enter.

His cock was hard and slid into my moist, stretched pussy without any trouble. He pushed it in to the hilt and laid his upper leg between mine. The hot cock felt good as it soaked in my cunt. It was like my pussy had its very own thumb to suck on.

I locked myself tight against him so that even if his hard-on shrank it would stay in. It wasn't going to do anything that would make me come, but I wasn't worried about that at the time. It was acting like a soothing pacifier for my hungry snatch.

I drifted into an exhausted sleep and lay there peacefully as he petted my head. I woke up long after he'd fallen asleep and realized his cock was still inside me. It wasn't hard any more and I was crushing the poor thing.

By thinking about my cunt and pretending that I was trying to keep from shitting I made the ring of muscles just inside my twat tighten. I relaxed and tried it again. It took a little practice and a few minutes before they got strong enough to bring his cock around but I was rewarded for my efforts and his limp prick came alive and expanded.

I moved my hips slowly and kept tightening the muscles until I developed a slow, gentle rhythm. In, out, tighten. In, out, tighten. I knew he was still asleep but the silly smile that spread across his face made it all worth it.

Moving my chest closer to him, I mashed my boobs into the top of his belly. He sighed and wrapped his arm around me in a tender bear hug. I continued to move slowly back and forth and enjoyed the warmth of his cock as it slid in and out, along the length of my split, from clit to hole, starting tiny slivers of warmth tingling deep inside my belly.

It felt good but I had time to realize what was happening. I had time to think and analyze what was going down. I had become a nymphomaniac! I was addicted to sex, and like a dope addict, was really hooked. I was accepting all of the humiliation, pain, and anguish that was thrown at me in order to support my habit. I had turned from being a normal, innocent teenager to a raving sex maniac.

Very calmly I worked up my nerve as I stroked his cock. It took almost a half-hour to heat him to the point where he exploded. I tightened my cunt-muscles several times to make sure I had completely satisfied his monster, then slipped out of his arms.

The cum dripped down my legs as I headed for the bathroom. I didn't care. I was very quiet and careful as I found the room in the dark. I paused at the door and listened. The house was quiet. There was no need to lock the door. The man I'd just helped had slept right through it. That was good. I switched on the light and blinked back the first shattering effect of the brightness.

Padding quietly to the medicine cabinet I found my razor and took the blade out. I had shaved my legs with it that afternoon and some of the dirty soap clung to the shiny edge. I have no idea why I felt it had to be washed but I did. For some reason it mattered very much to me. If I was going to slash my wrists I wanted to do it with a clean blade.

I ran a little water over the edge and wiped it with a towel. The double-edged piece of steel sparkled and glittered in the light. I turned my left wrist up so the veins showed and prepared to drag it across the flesh.

Strong hands snaked out from behind me and grabbed my wrists before I could cut them. Mr. Walker squeezed until the blade dropped onto the counter.

"It's time we had a little talk, young lady!" he growled as he pulled me into the kitchen and slammed me roughly into one of the chairs.