Warren Cramer - Kim_s anal romance

"It hurts," protested Bill.

"Ah, but it hurts good, doesn't it?" responded Bruce. "It's gotta hurt good or else you wouldn't keep fucking her the way you are."

"But I can't take any more," Bill insisted. "It hurts too much."

"Shit, man, you've got it all. How much more do you want?"

"What?" shouted Bill. "You mean you've got that whole prick of yours in me?"

"Tell him, whore," Bruce said to me. "Tell him what you can see."

I looked down… and I could see! I described the sight for Bill.

"Oh shit!" Bill spat, continuing his steady rhythm over me. "I want to come… but I can't with that cock in my ass. Take it out, Bruce. Take it out!"

"Not on your life. Not on your life. That cock's in there to stay for a while," Bruce answered.

The scene was too much for me. "Oh Christ," I shouted. "I'm coming, I'm coming… Eeeaaahhh!"

Whatever restraints I might have had were now gone. The juices came flooding down out of me and every time Bill's cock pulled away from me, there was a wet slushing sound from my cunt.

The lips of my pussy were hanging loose and the fluids were literally running from me, slipping down the crack of my ass and making a puddle under me.

"See, Bill," Bruce said. "See what you've done? See what the cock up your ass helped you do?"

"Oh," Bill moaned. "Ooohh, fuck me… make me come too. Let me fill her with my come… let me shoot… oh, Bruce fuck me…"

"Fuck yourself, stud!" Bruce spat insultingly.

"It's there. All you have to do is take it."

"Aaieee." Bill had climbed the mountain and was happily sliding down the other side with the flood of full orgasm. His stiffened cock swelled to even greater proportions. The head acted like a plunger as it filled my channel. His strokes became full and hard, and each throbbing reflex dumped more of his come deep into me. He continued to pump into me until the last throb came from him.

"Oh," he said. "Wow!"

"You're not through, yet, buddy," Bruce said to him, as he got to his knees, managing somehow to keep his cock in Bill's ass. "You've still got a chore to fully complete."

I knew exactly what he meant. Without being told, I began to slip away from the stiffened cock in my cunt. It came out slowly, reluctantly, until it was near the head. Then Bruce grabbed Bill by the hips and pulled him back, hard against his own stiff cock, lodged deep up his ass.

I slid up the couch until I was high enough for what was coming.

Bruce made the next move. He pushed Bill forward from the shoulders until his face was buried in my cunt.

"Now, now!" commanded Bruce, pushing him deeper into the dripping crotch. "Suck it out, pussy lover, suck it now!"

I braced myself for him, then relaxed. His tongue began its licking motions and each motion created a new wave of shivers through my body. Oh, was I hot. I still wanted more. I had to have more.

Bruce, in the meantime had managed to get over Bill in dog-fashion position. His hips continued to roll against Bill's ass. His cock continued to slip into and out of him, its full length discernible in each retreating movement.

I could raise my head and see the whole action. It excited me.

"Oh, do it to me, Bruce… Fuck me now… I really want it… please, fuck me… Oh, fuck me."

Bruce looked at me and leered, but he didn't say a thing. He continued his fucking into Bill's an. My cunt was so relaxed that Bill could suck my pussy lips into his mouth and, at the same time, lick my clitoris. My juices began to subside, but not my desires. I still wanted to be fucked. "How's it taste, pussy eater?" Bruce asked Bill. "Ummmmm," he could only respond.

That was all Bruce was waiting for.

"Well, here's something more for you to think about!" he shouted. His hips started a violent slapping against the buttocks beneath him. His slippery cock glistened in the early evening light as it flew out of the tight, virgin ass and shot deeply back into it. "Here it is!" he groaned, "Take it! Aahhh… shit!"

That was it. Bruce had popped. He quickly withdrew and fell back on the couch.

Bill let out a low moan as the shaft left him. Then he, too, fell back on the couch in a crumpled heap, his cock now only half hard, and still oozing juice.

I reached for the bottle by the side of the couch and poured three stiff drinks and passed them around. Then I lit three cigarettes and passed them around.

"Boy, I sure don't want to go to that damned dinner, tonight," Bill complained.

"What dinner?" Bruce asked.

"Oh, it's some fucking deal I'm mixed up in. I can't get out of it, either," he answered.

"Well," Bruce continued, "Kim and I will have to finish our little party alone, back at my place. What say, cunt?"

I didn't answer. I nodded my eagerness. Yeah, I was ready.

"Make yourself comfortable," Bruce said, as we entered his apartment.

I didn't say anything. I removed my sweater and shoes and took a seat on the couch.

"I said, make yourself comfortable!" Bruce snapped, handing me the tall drink which he had just mixed. "Take them off! Strip, whore!"

I was a little surprised at his tone. It was hard and cold. He had lost his casual, seductive air he had had earlier.

He started removing his own clothing as he moved about the room. He adjusted the radio, the lights and the drapes. When he finally sat next to me on the couch, he had nothing on but his briefs. He took a long swig from his glass and turned to me.

"Still want to get fucked?" he asked, in a tone that was more of a business proposition than seductive.

"Well…" I stammered, somewhat embarrassed.

"Yes or no?" he cut in. "I got the impression downstairs that you still wanted more. Do you?"

"Well, yes, I guess so," I said, timidly.

"Good," he answered. "I was hoping you'd say that. I'm still horny as hell."

As he said this, he took my hand and placed it on his swelling crotch.

"Like that?" he asked, teasingly.

"Yes," I murmured. I was telling the truth, too. I wanted him. His shaft was so long, so large. I knew that I could get all the satisfaction I wanted from it. After seeing how he had so easily gotten into Bill, I was certain he'd have no trouble with me.

His cock had started to grow rigid, pushing against the sheer material of his briefs.

I started to pull it out, for more easy access, but before I could do so, he pulled my head down into him.

"Kiss it," he said, sternly. "Let's see you really love my cock up."

I nuzzled my face into him, obediently, and began breathing hotly against his huge cock and hairy balls.

His shaft continued to stiffen until it was lying full length in his briefs. His balls were heavy and full. There was still a lot of life left in him. The smell of his crotch excited me. I moaned very softly.

"Think you can manage all of it?" he asked in a low sultry voice.

"Ummmmm," was all I could answer. The smell of his manhood had captured me enslaved me. I began licking at him hungrily, wetting his briefs with my saliva, stroking his heavy legs with my free hand.

"Love it, baby. Show me how you can really love it," he whispered hoarsely.

The sound of his words inflamed me. My body started twisting and writhing on the couch.

I wanted him. I wanted his cock very badly. "You really do want it, don't you, cunt?" he asked, shoving his hips up toward me.

"Yes," I responded, "Yes, I do!"

"Then lick it, whore!" he spat.

His hand came off the back of the couch and took hold of one of my boobs. His technique was that of a master. He was confident, forceful, and completely demanding.

He rubbed my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, just hard enough to create the sensation of pain. It set me afire. I twisted and turned under his manipulations. I sucked at his cock with renewed vigor.