Walter Collins - Make me come!

His hands found my head and his fingers laced through my hair. Starting slowly and building to a faster and faster pace, he guided my head up and down on his cock. The salty thing felt good as it slid along the top of my tongue and lodged for a second in my throat. The slick crown warmed and almost burned the roof of my mouth as it rubbed back and forth across it. I sucked in so hard my cheeks indented on the way down. I blew until my cheeks puffed out on the way back up. I spread my thighs farther and farther, so he could lick, as my ass started to warm and tingle. The muscles in my crotch began to tighten and relax by themselves.

His heavy cock began to tremble and I worked him farther and farther into my throat. He drew my head back and forth and made it go in circles, adding to the pleasure I was already giving him.

"Oh – it's good! Soooo good!" he moaned as the first spasms shivered through his hard-on.

He must have been saving it up for a long time because I thought he'd never stop shooting his slimy cum into me. His cock pulsed and throbbed, time after time, sending stream after stream of warm jism down my throat and over my tongue and teeth.

I swallowed it over and over again to keep from choking. Md still it came. I ran my fingers up and down the shaft to help milk it dry. I squeezed his bafls gently. I popped my finger out of his asshole and still it kept splashing against the roof of my mouth.

When he'd finally emptied himself, I sucked his cock clean, wiped my lips and chin with my fingers and licked them clean. It was time for Mr. Walker to eat me out.

Mr. Walker grabbed my dangling boobs and massaged them as his tongue trailed up and down my swampy split. Pussy-juice drooled onto his clean-shaven chin.

Mr. Walker's tongue roamed up and down my crack, cleaning each of my slots and grooves. He sucked and licked my clit and nibbled on my cuntlips, sending thrill after thrill through my heated pussy. My thighs trembled and I could hear my cunt popping as it opened and shut, winking at him.

The man's big hands slid lightly over my tits, stroking squeezing, and pinching the throbbing globes until I was beside myself. I felt his fingers close around the hanging mounds and squeeze m. It hurt, but it hurt good. He reached spots in my tits that I hadn't been aware of and they warmed to the boiling point.

Mr. Walker's hands left my boobs, ran lightly over my stomach, around to the outside of my thighs and then over my ass, creating a trail of goosebumps. Seconds later he pulled my big cheeks as far apart as they would go. I felt his tongue circle my asshole and tease the rim. I shivered as wave after wave of excitement shot through me.

The hot, wet tongue pushed against the taut ring and tried to gain entrance. When it didn't manage to go in he hooked a finger on either side of the tight rim and pulled it open enough that the tip of his tongue could caress the very outer edge of the chute. My whole body began to boil with desire. I swallowed hard and purred. His tongue left my ass and went directly to my open cunt.

I shivered with delight as he fucked me with his tongue. My pussy was slobbering and pouring its juice into his open mouth. I moaned and sighed as he worked on me.

Mr. Walker's big cock leaped to life as he watched from his unique vantage point. It was throbbing and ready. My cunt was too. It needed to be stuffed, my asshole didn't.

Mr. Walker's tongue felt wonderful but it was just making my twat itch worse.

I had to come! I had to be helped. They couldn't just walk off and leave me like that and I told Mr. Walker so. He told me that he couldn't get another hard-on right now.

After I got rid of Mr. Walker I went to the barn. At first I did what I was supposed to be doing, cleaning out the animals' stalls. I did Porky's first. The big hog just stared at me and lazily seemed to hope that I'd jack him off or something. But he didn't have anything that would help me so I wasn't going to mess with him.

When I finished his pen I headed for Mr. Stubborn's stall. It was empty because I had the donkey in the pasture for some exercise and grazing. I shoveled the shit out, picked up the curry comb and wandered into the pasture.

The donkey and I had always gotten along pretty well. He was stubborn, just like his name implied, but he wasn't mean.

Finding a small Coke in the refrigerator I opened it, drank it, and washed the bottle real good. Getting the hand cream from the bathroom I rubbed a large amount on the neck and mouth of the bottle before coating the entrance to my cunt.

I placed the bottle on the seat of a kitchen chair and squatted over it. I would have tried putting it in by hand but I knew I'd never be strong enough to push it past the tight muscles.

The little glass mouth slid in without any trouble. Then, as I lowered myself, it got tighter and tighter. I bit my lip and lowered my weight. I could feel the muscles and skin around the opening of my cunt stretching and stretching. I eased down a little harder, sinking on it a little more. My muscles started to hurt. I kept at it as long as I could but found I could only get a little over halfway down the neck.

That wasn't good enough. I had to get so my cunt would stretch around the biggest part of it or I'd never be able to take him. Pulling the bottle out after an unsuccessful third try, I wiped it and myself clean with a kitchen towel and pulled my shorts back on.

It was only three more days until Keith and Lynn arrived. They'd have some ideas; I was sure they would. I had to have my orgasms back. I almost cried every time I thought of it.

For the first time in a couple of weeks I picked up one of the confession magazines and sat down to read it. If I could just get over being a freak who couldn't have a decent sex life I'd really be all right.

It was funny how childish most of the stories in the magazine sounded to me now. They were almost stupid. If they wanted to hear a real tear-jerker they ought to talk to me. Of course I knew the stories weren't really true but I still suspected they were based on some facts. I wondered what someone could write about me. I was sure it would never get past the censors.

It was Thursday, with just two more days before Keith and Lynn would arrive. I had spent the last few days working with the Coke bottle without getting it in far enough to do any good. My thoughts, daydreams and regular dreams were wild.

I had to put the fires out. Taking the garden hose I pushed the end into my teat and turned the knob until it was on hard. The heavy stream hit my womb like a sledgehammer, cleaning, bruising, filling my insides. The smell and taste of cum still clung to me. I pulled the hose out and shot it into my face. The fiery need eased a little but didn't go away. I kicked my ruined panties the rest of the way off. Using every ounce of self-control I had, I walked to tie creek and waded in.

The cold water cooled my legs as I waded to the center of the stream. I sat down so it was up to my neck. Slowly, very slowly, the frustration and the aching need ebbed, leaving me shaken and exhausted.

I was so tired I fell asleep immediately.

In my dream I was with Gary, my boy friend, in his mom's car. He was fondling my boobs again. The delightful, almost lazy way his fingers explored, turned me on. It was like he was doing it to me right then. In my dream I felt his fingers slide between the buttons of my blouse trail along the flesh at the edge of the cups and carefully, almost shyly, force the soft mounds to give enough that he could get his fingers into the cups. I shivered as they worked their way to the airy softness that surrounded my nipples.

It was fun, it was beautiful, it was nice. In my dream I was going to be satisfied. In my dream it wasn't ugly, brutal, and it didn't leave me frantic or feeling dirty and weird. I sighed as his fingers found the shoulder strap and pushed it down so it hung loosely from my arm.