Walter Collins - Make me come!

My legs were already spread as far as they would go, but she didn't try to touch my cunt. Keith had suggested that they work on every part of my body first, that they build me as high as I could go so that when I got my cookies off it would be a total experience.

Lynn worked on my tummy, hips and sides with her fingers and tongue, drawing small circles and crosses, nipping, licking, sucking, pinching, wetting my skin and then blowing it dry.

The pain of having strangers pawing me, wasn't there this time. These were people who loved me and cared. They were more interested in helping me than in helping themselves. Keith wasn't saying maybe it would work – he was saying it definitely would! The fears and anxiety were starting to leave me.

Keith's mouth and tongue worked on my tits as his hands caressed, massaged, pinched and teased my neck, shoulders and ribs. Between the two of them I was soon so worked up that I couldn't lie still. My breath was coming in gasps. Moans were coming from deep in my throat, my heart was pounding furiously and cunt-juice was pouring from the hole between my legs.

My brother's lips left my tits and found my mouth. I opened wide to receive his strong tongue and began to duel desperately with it. He would break the kiss every few minutes to shower my face with kisses, or my neck, or my shoulders or tits. Once his tongue even cleaned the sweat from my arm pits, making them tingle.

Lynn started on my legs, stroking and massaging my ankles and calves. Keith found my ears and followed the sculptured curves with his tongue, blowing lightly into them until my head throbbed with the same need as my body.

My sister-in-law worked on my thighs, stroking, running her fingers toward my cunt, but always stopping short. I felt her tongue burn a trail up the insides of my thighs, following her cool fingers toward the aching source of my need. She pinched the soft flesh where my thighs joined my ass. She pinched the satin undersides of my butt. She trailed her finger lightly along the crack of my ass. Her hands slid under me, cupping the big muscles of my butt and rubbing them deeply, making my need go deeper and deeper into my belly and ass.

Before long I had gone past my normal level of need. But it was still pleasant. I had gone so high so many times now, that I was able to accept more than a normal human being. They heated every part of my body but my cunt and my asshole.

Lynn stopped for a few minutes and went out to the kitchen while Keith worked on me alone. When she came back in she had a length of rag that she'd tied knots in, a pencil and the big jar of Vaseline.

Keith left me alone with Lynn and headed for the barn. I was beginning to feel the apex of need now. It was starting to become unbearable. I couldn't hold still; I twisted and thrashed on the bed. My ass tightened and began rolling in fucking motions. My eyes glazed a little and I couldn't focus properly.

Lynn forced my straining thighs apart and brushed my pubic hair with her fingers. I squealed and trembled with hot excitement. She brushed the fur forest from end to end for several minutes. My cunt-juice had flooded over the bottom of my ass, covering both walls of the deep crack as well as my asshole.

The woman's fingers began to scratch the hairy lips of my cunt. I thrilled painfully in my need to the delicious tingling as her fingernails scratched.

The tender flesh beneath the hair began to burn. She pulled the lips apart, stretching them so my cunt-mouth stood out lewdly. Holding them apart, she trailed her fingers around the swollen, slick lips, making them quiver.

She rubbed the very top of my split. She rubbed my pubic bone hard. She caressed, stroked and pinched the gentle rise of my clit-cowl, from where it started to where it peaked. She spread the inside lips and ran her fingernail carefully up the gully. She poked and rubbed my piss-hole. She tugged on the lips, she rubbed them together, she exposed my little clit and caressed it.

I almost passed out. There was no orgasm in sight. She lowered her mouth and started to nibble on the bloated little lips. I screamed and began beating the bed with my fists. I felt lightheaded. My mind was being run through a wringer and mashed out of shape. I was sure it would snap at any second. Then she stopped.

It wasn't to let me cool down. It was to get me ready. I did as I was told and rolled over. She picked up the rag strip and pencil, and spread my ass-cheeks. I felt the rag touch my ass. I felt her push the pencil eraser against my aching asshole. Then I felt the rag being stuffed inside me. The knots itched and burned as more and more of the rag entered my ass.

When she had finished, my ass ached with heat as bad as my cunt. She tossed the pencil to one side and tugged on the rag until the tail dangled loosely but was held securely against the inside wall of my asshole by the first rugged knot.

Making me roll back over, she put the final touches on our preparation. Locking her thighs around my head she rubbed her own wet, drooling cunt against my mouth and nose so I was assailed with her musty odor of sexual need. My tongue flicked out automatically, without thinking about it, and tasted the warm salty wetness of her sweat and cunt-juice.

I don't know how she did it, but while I licked her, she started to cover my cunt with the jelly lubricant. Even though I could tell that she was filled to overflowing with her own need, and about to climax, she forced herself to fill my pussy with the sticky grease. Her fingers rubbed the inside of my cunt as she worked.

Then her fingers left my cunt-hole and concentrated on my clit and outer cuntlips. By the time she was done I had nearly a full jar of Vaseline inside me and spread all over my crotch.

Keith came in before Lynn reached a climax from my sucking, and made us go to the barn. Lynn was gripped with need and barely able to walk. Keith had to carry me. I couldn't have made it on my own.

The couple let go of my feet and I was held there for a second with my ass off the platform. Then the animal pulled out and my ass hit the blanket. But only for a second. He drove in again and I was back in the air, held up by the big cock inside me.

The desperate frustration of the last several weeks left me. The painful uselessness I felt, as I built up above what it took to normally climax, was replaced with a delicious sense of going toward the ultimate of experiences.

There was no question in my mind that I was going to succeed. The confidence I felt added to the delicious sense as my mind triggered the switch, allowing me to leave my self-imposed hell, and start the glorious climb to an orgasm.

I climbed to the orgasm cliff, tiptoed along the edge, tight-rope walked for another couple of his thrusts and then stepped bravely over the edge.

"I'm coming! Oh! Oooh! Ooooh God, but it's wonderful! I'm coming! I don't believe it! Oh-oooh…" I panted.

Lynn jerked the rag out of my ass. I felt every knot as it pulled and burned through my nearly crushed shit chute. I was lifted by the strongest of glorious winds, higher even than I'd been seconds before. It was the Fourth of July. Roman candles, sparklers, sun-bursts, spinners, showers, waves of colored lights danced before my eyes. My ears were filled with music. It was like three symphony orchestras, a couple of rock bands and God himself playing on the drums.

Waves of peace and utter contentment eased me gently down. Waves of excited, urgent thrills threw me back, higher into the heavens, as he jammed back in.

I was babbling. I was mewing. I was growling. I wasn't making any sense – but then I wasn't trying to. I was totally aware of my body. It seemed I could feel each individual hair on the animal's belly as it scraped against me. I could feel every little cell of his giant cock as it stretched and raced in and out of me.