Walter Collins: Make me come!

"Oh-oooh-ooooh! Motherfucker – that's it! Suck, cunt! Suck!" he screamed as he twisted his hands in my hair, jerking my head back and forth over his cock.

The big slab expanded and his hot veins rubbed the insides of my cheeks until I swore I could feel the blood pounding through its growing length.

The beautiful big cock surged in and out, growing and swelling with each stroke. I could feel the balls shivering and his thighs turned to huge hunks of steel.

With one final jerk he drove my head all the way down. His cock was deep in my throat and began to pump stream after stream of slick jism into my throat. I felt the yeasty stuff back up and ooze past the shuddering crown of his cock. The silvery stream mixed with my spit, coating my tongue, painting my teeth and clinging in wet streamers from the roof of my mouth.

As the first powerful spasms subsided he began to move my head back and forth over his cock, filling the rest of my mouth with his hot cum. I swallowed again and again trying to get it all down. He was shooting too fast and some of it leaked past my lips and trickled from the corner of my mouth.

He released his bruiting grip on my head and lowered his thighs as his cock began to shrink. I kept sucking and blowing in an effort to get every drop before I let it fall from my mouth.

In my attempt to please him I ignored the taste of the jism and the fact I'd been forced to drink so much just a few days earlier. I was so preoccupied it didn't bother me. In fact it tasted good toward the end and I didn't let go of his cock until I'd lapped the last drop from its hole. Then I wiped the corners of my mouth with my fingers and liked them clean.

It took the man much longer to reach his peak this time because I'd drained him earlier, but I rose with him and started to feel myself lift off as he exploded in my ass – then I lost it.

My mind was being torn apart. In fact if the man hadn't lingered on for some time afterwards and talked to me I'm sure I would have slit my wrists. But old Mr. Walker wasn't stupid. He knew I had a problem and could sense that our romp hadn't helped me.

He was so concerned that he followed me into the bathroom and we talked while I squatted on the toilet and let the cum and a stream of piss shoot from between my legs.

By the time I was done and had dabbed the last drop of piss from my cuntlips he had the whole story, and a possible solution. He had friends in the next town who met every Friday night and had a plain old-fashioned orgy. He convinced me that it was sure to help. I agreed, and that Friday he picked the two of us up at seven. The house we drove to was thirty miles away and closer to the suburbs of a nearby big city. It could have been called a mansion. The place had a swimming pool, sauna, wet bar, built in barbecue, water beds, film room and a special room set up for orgies.

We were ushered in amidst whispers as to how nice it was to have me there. Mr. Walker introduced me around and explained my problem to everyone. There were eight other couples and were they ever a mixture. I was so nervous about the whole thing, and there were so ninny different people, that I didn't even try to remember names. I remember there was a giant black man, who used to be a linebacker for one of the pro football teams, and his very pretty, petite wife. There was a young Japanese couple, an older Mexican couple, a couple who had acted in porno flicks, and others.

It was decided that I was to start their party off since I was nervous and it was a good way to break the ice. One of the women gave me a good stiff shot of whiskey, which I'd never had before. I wheezed and choked as the fiery stuff burned its way to my stomach. Wiping the tears out of my eyes I blushed furiously at the people and started to undo my blouse.

I'd never stripped in public but the warm sensation in my tummy made it easier. What I didn't realize was that while I was trying to get out of my clothes in front of all those staring, hot people.

He and the woman who'd acted in porno films were stroking his balls and cock, teasing him. When I reached behind me to undo the catches on my bra I could hear his yelping and the harsh, strained breathing as he choked himself by straining against the choke chain.

The cups of my bra fell away and I handed it to a woman who set it with the rest of my clothing. I hooked my fingers into the band of my panties and eased the airy, light fabric off my hips.

I caught the mass intake of breath and the electrical tension of the audience as I stood up and exposed my body, and it made me feel a little better.

"Lay down," my hostess instructed.

I did and the stage began to turn slowly. One of the men reached up and adjusted my legs so my pink little cuntlips and the dark crack of my ass could be seen better.

Mr. Walker nodded to the hostess. She reached behind the small bar and brought out a can of whipped topping. Stopping the platform for a second she stepped up beside me, inserted the tip of the nozzle in my cunt, bent the end and shot my passage full of the cold creamy foam. Pulling it out she sprayed a line over my cuntlips. Separating the cheeks of my ass with her fingers, she filled the gully with the sticky stuff and completed her decorations with swirls on each tit.

There were huge cocks, small cocks, medium-sized cocks and cocks of all different colors. There were small tits, round tits, big tits, pointed tits and tits of all colors. There were hairy pussies and hairless pussies. They were all coming at me.

My mouth was pushed against something hairy and wet. I realized with a start it was a cunt. A hand grabbed my tit. It was strong and rough. Another grabbed the other tit. It was soft and had sharp nails. I let my tongue flick out and taste the warm musty texture of the bloated cuntlips pushed between my lips. A strong male cock was sliding into my asshole, already slick and dripping. My hand was pulled from my cunt and wrapped around a cock as someone else filled that hole with another cock.

A light, strong hand grabbed my one free one and pressed it to a soft, lush boob. Bodies surrounded me, covering me with sweat from their efforts to pump me or those lying on either side. The tension boiled. I heard the squishing of pistoning cocks and snapping pussies. The spray of jism and dribbling cunt-juice made me slippery.

The woman with her thighs wrapped around my head began to buck. I pushed my little tongue inside her drooling cunt and felt her muscles trying to milk it. Hands pushed against my head, driving my tongue deeper. I opened my mouth and took her meaty, hair-covered outer cuntlips past my teeth so I could drive my tongue deeper.

My ears were filled with grunts and groans, pants and sighs, growls and whimpers. My tongue reached into the throbbing cave and drew circles around the woman's cunt-walls. Her thighs crashed together, bucking and grinding as she exploded. Then she was puffing away and a cock was shoved between my lips.

The mindless heat didn't ebb. It kept building and building inside me. The cock in my ass was making my insides itch with a terrible need. The two cocks were pretty well in tune and sent shiver after shiver of pleasure shooting through me.

The one in my ass began straining and throbbing and I heard him pull out with a gushing plop as a river of wet stuff dripped across the cheek of my ass. No sooner had he rolled away than someone else had pushed hotly against my back. The new cock didn't try to enter my ass. He pushed hard against the cock still in my cunt. I felt my little twat stretching inward even further. The man in front pulled out, lined his scalding tool up with the other, and together they drove home.

The cock in my hand filled my palm and coated my wrist with jism and was replaced by a wet, demanding pussy. I shoved my cum-coated digits into the new cunt without thinking and thrilled to the hot little clit rubbing against them as I drew back and forth.