Walter Collins: Make me come!

Not only was I reaching an orgasm but I was reaching the ultimate orgasm. I slowly floated down to where I was with the mortals again, only to find myself building toward another one.

I tottered on the brink again and flew off for another wonderful, rich orgasm as the cock inside me trembled, swelled, stretched my cunt even wider, then spewed its load under pressure. My cunt gurgled, bubbled, squished and splashed with the slick, smelly stuff squirting out the sides and around the cock. It took a couple of minutes to find my voice. Finally, after catching my breath, I called out weakly for Keith and Lynn. The only answer was the sound of gasping and panting.

I managed to lift myself up to where I could see Keith's sweating back, shoulders and pistoning ass. They hadn't been able to wait any longer. I was glad. I was completely satisfied for the moment.

That night, after we'd cleaned up and had supper, my brother and his wife decided to give me a massage. My entire body was stretched and strained.

Their probing fingers kneaded the sore muscles, working on each one until the tension and soreness left. They used a heat lamp I hadn't even known about and a vibrating massager they had brought with them.

Two hours later, their arms and hands aching from the hard work of massaging me, they had only my pussy left. I felt like a million dollars. Lynn got the massager, replaced the batteries, and Keith directed my head to his lap with a comment that he had something that needed a lot of massaging done by a mouth.

I took his hot, salty-tasting cock in my mouth and began to run my tongue around its crimson head. I heard Lynn flip the vibrator on and almost choked on the cock as she touched it to my clit.

Keith rolled over on his side and buried his face in his wife's cunt. Lynn completed the circle by gently easing the heavenly vibrator in and out of my tortured pussy. We lay that way for a long time, relishing the aroma and flavor of each other.

I had never felt so close to anyone. I had never felt so content, or so at peace. Life was going to be all right again. The banana-shaped vibrator throbbed and shook inside me. It not only excited my cunt and made it drool, but also relieved the ache and pain of my stretched muscles. I built up slowly, savoring every delicious second of the wonderful sensation.

Keith's mighty cock was so stiff that it bowed slightly in the center. I could hear Lynn gasping and purring. Her hand trembled every once in a while as Keith's expert tongue found and teased each of the right spots.

The plastic vibrator vanished in my cunt. Lynn rolled me over to where her mouth could find my clit. Her tongue flicked out and slapped it eagerly. Keith found my tits and began playing with them and I shot higher and higher.

Keith began to shiver and his cock was throbbing. He pulled off me. Lynn got up and knelt over my face, filling my mouth with her hairy swamp. Keith pulled my legs up and hooked one of my ankles over each shoulder.

My brother's big cock replaced the vibrator quickly as he took it out and tossed it aside. I barely felt it at first because of my stretched condition and the warm numbness the vibrator had left inside me.

My tongue flicked out and found Lynn's clit as her cunt-juice dribbled and ran down the underside of my tongue and pooled at its base. Then the effects of the vibrator began to wear off and I felt Keith shooting in and out of my cunt. I felt guilty about being so loose. I wondered if he could feel my slick twat and tried to tighten my cunt-muscles.

He didn't seem to mind. I could hear his ragged breathing and knew he was getting ready to fill me with his cum. Pushing my tongue inside Lynn's cunt I could feel it trying to milk me. My own snatch was boiling with need. Lynn grabbed my tits and began to squeeze them as she gripped my head in a bruising hold between her thighs and frantically rolled her hips into my face. Keith lunged in and out as hard as he could and I felt the first splashes of his cum before I rocked into my own orgasm.

When it was over we collapsed into a heap. I could do it. My curse was over – I was normal again. Not only that but I had managed to give them the best thank-you in the world – my body.

My problems weren't completely over yet. I had been aroused so often during my search for the cure that it had become a habit. I was almost addicted to sex. But that I could handle. I knew I could.