Busting 'em Young
(MM/Ff, bi, inc, s/m)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com

Guy Stamos was a short man with a receding hairline and pepper and salt graying temples. All his life, he had lived conservatively. He had a steady job and for all practical purposes Guy seemed more or less well-adjusted and happy. Guy had been married once and had a young daughter about eleven years old, who at the present time was living with her natural mother. There was only one problem: he was very lonely. Happy, in a sense materially, but emotionally he was alone.

Every morning, when the alarm clock went off at 5a. Guy was able to leap from his bed and hit the cold bare floor and without pausing for a breath, reach the bathroom and take great joy in hearing the sound of his hot yellow piss hit the toilet bowl. The sound of his hot piss was like music to his ears. He loved to hear the sound echo in the bathroom. At a given point, Guy would apply pressure to the base of his cock to feel the urine running out. Sometimes, he pinched the hole and played games with himself as he was urinating. The sensations woke him and when he stopped pissing, he shook his cock so that the last drops wouldn't run down his leg and stain his yellow-striped pajamas.

The light in the bathroom over the mirror glared downwards and lit Guy's greying face. The grey stubble of his beard glistened in the bright light. He ran his fingers across his face noticing the hollow cheeks the drawn look. He thought to himself, 'I've got to remember never to take my teeth out.' He reached into a glass of water and withdrew his dentures. With a quick motion he snapped them into his mouth and remarked out loud, "Yes, yes, I've got to remember to keep my teeth in my mouth."

"I guess I'll have to shave. I shave every day. It looks good." Guy reached into the medicine cabinet and took out his favorite Gillette Razor remarking out loud again, "They sure made them good in the army. I guess that was the best year for razors." He lathered up his face with soap and water and proceeded to scratch the stubble from his face.

As he scratched away, he felt the coldness of the porcelain sink against his cock and balls. It felt good through his pajama bottoms. He moved his ass in and out, up against the cold sink. The shaving job was almost done when Guy decided that he'd like to look at his cock. He put the razor down and pulled the draw string on his pajama pants. His pajama pants fell to the floor around his ankles and he stepped out of them. His half-rampant cock didn't jangle and didn't really jiggle, it was just sort of half-hard. He reached up with his right hand and took some of the lather from his face and laid it on his prick and tight drawn up ball sac. He turned around and sat down on the toilet seat and massaged the slippery soap suds in and around his grayed pubic hair. Every once in a while he would slide his hand upwards on his semi-hard shaft and rub the palm of his hand around and around the head of his peter.

His eyes bulged outwards and his myopic eyes stared and concentrated on the hole of his semi-hard shaft. He rubbed his penis with the thumb and forefinger only and he enjoy watching his peter being whipped back and forth and up and down. He reached down with his other hand and pulled hard on his ball sac. He felt his balls slide from one side of his palm to the other and his manipulating hand further heightened the friction sensation that his whipping right hand made him feel at the end of his pinkish tinged knob.

The lather in his hand started to dry, making his palm feel very rough on his shaft. He removed his hand momentarily and spit a big gob into his palm. The spit started to dissipate itself in the thickened lather and Guy started to work his gonads. He started to squirm downwards on the toilet seat and he started to think about Sandy.

Sandy was a tall, straight blonde haired girl. She towered six inches above Guy. She was at least one head taller. Her skin was deeply tanned and the outline of her bikini made her super-boobs stand out in a milk white color. The milk whiteness of Sandy's tits were high- lighted by pink areolae and sharply pointed nipples. Her belly was flat and her legs were long and supple. An untanned V exposed her pubic hair against the white untanned skin of her mound of Venus. The untanned parts of Sandy made it look like she was wearing a transparent thong bikini. Her long fingers were able to make Guy feel the hotness of his youth. Sandy's lips were full and straight and her strong chin, in combination with her high nordic cheek bones gave her a very stern looking air. She was truly a dominating female. Sandy believed in discipline for discipline's sake. She felt everything must be in order and she was prepared always to take the lead and set things right. The men that she attracted were generally a little older than herself and of the Casper-milk-toast variety.

Sandy had been making the swinging scene lately; Bermuda, Puerto Rico, St. Thomas and of course, London. She had finally found what she liked when she had sex. The thing that really twisted her head was to completely dominate a man. Like some girls collect porcelain china and other kinds of knickknacks, Sandy collected sex toys. There were long, short and fat dildos. She had dildos that vibrated and squirted hot gelatin when the balls were squeezed. She also had rough strong ropes, chains and a fantastically large collection of whips. The only thing that she was lacking, was a slave. This slave would be hers and hers alone to control and do her bidding. If he didn't she could punish him. He would be completely under her power.

Last week, she had a party in her apartment and had met someone who seemed to be 'just her cup of tea'. He had waited on her hand and foot. She had made him scratch her back for two hours and rub her feet with lotion. The back rubbing and foot massaging had happened after the other guests had left. She had commanded him to do the dishes and carry the garbage out and he did so without a murmur.

Guy seemed to like being told what to do. The more Sandy leaned on him and actually ordered him around the more he seemed attracted to her. His beady, shifty eyes had been frozen on her crotch white he was massaging her feet, but when Sandy tried to hold his eyes he would look away and look down humbly. He had been rubbing her feet for quite a while and furtively looking at the cunt that Sandy purposely showed him every so often. She spread her legs wide apart and Guy dropped his eyes away from her crotch. Sandy reached forward, grabbed a forelock of his hair and lifted his face up to look straight into her eyes and then down again directly into her gaping split. She felt that this was the man that she really wanted for her slave.

'How can I get him?' Sandy thought. She answered herself very simply, 'Damn, all I have to do is call him!'

Guy's hand moved rapidly up and down on his slippery shaft. His eyes bored into the hole of his cock. It was fantastic. He was really getting a boner. He could see Sandy vividly in his mind. He saw the inside of her suntanned smooth thighs and the baby skinned color that surrounded her dark pubic hair. Her moist pink split was open and almost glistened in contrast to its surrounding area. Her pubic hair ran from her asscheeks up and around her lovely cuntlips and to almost the line marked off by the darkened skin of her suntan. He remembered how Sandy had grabbed his hair and forced him to look straight into her eyes and then down again to the vision of her beautiful pink pussy. The thought of Sandy's sweet pussy inflamed his thoughts and his shaft throbbed against his closed jerking fist. He bent further over and stroked more slowly muttering to himself out loud. "Sandy... Sandy. Pull my hair. Tell to take the garbage out. Call me a mother-fucker and bastard. Let me do your bidding. Let me be near you."

He crossed his legs and moved his hand more slowly over the now bulbous head of his throbbing cock. The semen oozed from his cock hole and kept the lather slippery. He bent further over his cock and opened his mouth. He felt the pressures in his balls and at the base of his shaft build up. He stroked very lightly now and his orgasm approached very slowly. More semen gurgled from his urethra. His other hand pulled and massaged on his balls. He squeezed and twisted them until they pained and his beating hand started to pick up speed. Guy crossed his legs tighter and tried to hold this gusher back. He opened his mouth wider and his cock erupted its white fire.

Each throb made his excited cock pump another hot jet of white sticky sperm upwards into his open mouth. He savored the taste and rolled it around on his tongue before he swallowed the white stickiness. The vision that had been so vivid a moment ago was gone. Sandy's commanding voice and exposed pussy were no longer there and his cock became once more flaccid. "Well, I guess I better finish shaving, so I won't be late for work."

Guy went to the kitchen and took three different brands of cold cereal from the shelf and poured a portion of each into a large soup bowl. He carefully measured out six ounces of milk in a measuring cup and poured this over his cereal. The instant coffee was measured out very carefully and boiling water of the right relative proportion was poured into his cup. Guy was very meticulous and organized. He never did anything without first thinking about it six times. Hemming and hawing about it six times and then finally not doing anything. It was only when somebody was able to pressure Guy into something that Guy ever did anything. Guy sat in the dim light of his grey dreary kitchen and decided that now was the time to telephone Sandy.

The phone rang and Sandy rolled to her side trying to avoid its insistent sound. The phones tintinnabulation was never ending and she decided that since it wasn't going to stop, she had better answer it; and find out who in the hell could be calling her at 7a in the morning.

"Hello."

Guy didn't answer.

Sandy repeated louder and in a more commanding voice, "Hello! Who in the hell is this?"

Guy swallowed and replied, "Good morning. I just thought that I would call you up and wake you, just to say hello. I've just been thinking about you and I couldn't resist just calling to say hello."

"You goddamned sonofabitch. You dirty bastard. You have your fucking nerve calling me a this damn hour. Do I have to tell you everything? Man alive, get smart. Don't bug me at this hour ever again! Are you listening to me? I'll call you later when I get good and ready. You just had better be by the goddamned phone, otherwise your shit out of luck! Do you understand Guy? Do you get the message? Do I have to spell it out for you again? Don't call me on the phone at this hour."

Guy's cock started to throb when Sandy spoke to him this way. Here was a woman who took command of the situation. He replied, "I'll be home from work at six o'clock tonight and I'll wait by the phone."

Sandy said, "You'd better!" and she slammed the telephone receiver down into its cradle.

The loud click hit Guy's ear drum and somehow vibrated down to a throb in his cock. Guy made a note on his pad; Sandy, 7a local call and the number.

Guy left the house five minutes later than usual. He couldn't quite understand how he was suddenly very late to work. To Guy, late meant less than a half hour before clock-in time. He didn't like anybody to be able to say that he was late or unreliable.

That evening after work Guy came out of the subway still behind his normal time schedule. It would be impossible for him to be at home by 6p, but he hurried anyway. A quick stop at the grocery store and he picked up a TV dinner and a bottle of Pepsi. Then he rushed to a different supermarket where oranges were on sale. "Nobody could say that Guy was a spend thrift," he said out loud as he paid for his two oranges. Thus laden, he scurried out of the supermarket towards his co-op apartment on the 15th floor. As he fumbled with the keys, he could bear the phone ringing in his apartment. The steel door became an opponent and the key just wouldn't slide into the lock. The phone rang and rang again and just as Guy burst through the door of his apartment the ringing ceased.

Guy put his food on a table and walked back to the door and removed his keys. He closed the door softly and threw the bolt. He looked at his watch and saw that it was fifteen minutes after 6p. "I wonder if that was Sandy calling," he muttered. He lit the oven and set the thermostat following the exact printed instructions that were printed on the TV dinner package.

He sat down and peeled an orange; while he waited for the TV dinner to cook. Guy had just shoved a segment of the orange into his mouth when the phone rang. He gulped hard and the orange juice ran from the corners of his mouth and dribbled to his chin.

"Hello," he slurped. The orange was still caught in his mouth.

"Guy where were you? I called you before. You were not home. Where the hell were you? Didn't I tell you to wait for me to call. Man alive, I thought you were dependable. Even when I tell you what to do, you screw it all up. Haven't you got any goddamn brains? Well, tell me why weren't you home?"

"Errr, errr... well. I was late this morning and I just couldn't catch up with myself all day."

"Guy, I don't want to hear this shit. You just get your ass over here and take me out to dinner."

"But, I... already got a TV dinner in the oven and."

Sandy interrupted, "Well throw it out and get your clothes on and get over here. I'll expect you at seven-fifteen and bring your charge cards. I've invited a few friends to come alone."

"Well... ah ah hhh."

"Never mind the shit, get over here!" and Sandy banged the phone down.

Sandy sat back and thought about where she would tell Guy to take her to eat. She really didn't have any guests, but she just wanted to test a little of her power out on Guy. While she had been talking to Guy, her legs were wide spread and she sat upright on a leather arm chair. Her pussy had dribbled onto the smooth shiny leather and made it slippery. She wriggled her asscheeks into the slime and slid in a tight circle on the leather surface. The feeling of leather excited Sandy and she pictured herself in her leather outfit directing Guy her slave in various situations.

Sandy took her right index finger and put in on the soft down covered mons. She cupped her palm and massaged gently. She felt her split open and begin to throb. She looked down and pushed her finger between her slippery outer cuntlips just barely touching them. The sensation of her forefinger slipping softly in between her Labia Majora made her writhe in her own cream that dribbled from her hot wet pussy. Her finger slid back and forth and the sensation was maddening.

Sandy threw one leg over the arm of the chair and hooked her forefinger into the opening of her honey pot. She wondered what Guy would be like when he came to pick her up. She opened her eyes and withdrew her finger from her hot quim and said to herself, 'I'll save it for later and then it'll be better.'

The doorbell rang and Guy held some flowers out to Sandy, "I thought you would like these flowers."

Sandy took the flowers and said, "Oh thank you. You're a darling."

Guy stepped into the foyer and Sandy closed the door after him. In the process of hooking the door chain into its place her dressing gown slid open exposing the whiteness of her globes. A thin line of white connected both titties. This line was where the two bikini brassiere cups were pulled towards each other, by a fine ribbon.

Sandy made no motion to cover herself and she felt her pussy contract and squeeze some of her cream down the inside of her thighs. She took Guy's hand and said, "Come on in., The flowers are beautiful." She placed them in a vase and smiled sweetly in Guy's direction. She allowed her robe to open still further exposing her flat stomach and twat covered with brown down to Guy.

Guy sat down and looked around the room, saying, "Well I'm only three minutes late!"

"That's all right Guy. The flowers make up for everything. Would you like to help me dress?"

Guy looked downward and mumbled something, "Well errrr... What can I do to help?"

Sandy said, "Get up and help me take my dressing gown off. Come on Guy get your arse moving."

Guy stood up and Sandy faced him. Her dressing gown was wide open and Guy's eyes started to look toward the floor. Sandy towered over Guy and she grabbed his hair again and made him look up at her bare titties. She placed his hands on her dressing gown and said, "Come on Guy. Take the goddamned thing off of me. If you want to help me; help me. Come on. Take it off of me!"

Guy hesitatingly took Sandy's dressing gown from her shoulders exposing her bare milk white globes to his eager gaze.

Sandy had a pair of very brief black flower bikini panties on. As the robe fell to the floor Guy kneeled down on his knees and threw his arms around Sandy's thighs. He buried his face in her silken covered muff. He breathed deeply through his nose, smelting the odor of Sandy's pussy. He turned his face sideways and said, "Ohhh." His ears felt the heat that came from her vaginal crease and Sandy pushed downwards on his head moving his nose away from her cleft.

Guy strained upwards and said, "Let me feel it? Let me smell it?"

Sandy smiled and said, "Will you be my slave? Would you like to suck on my panties crotch? Or, would you rather wash my panties and suck my pussy? No never mind. I'll tell you what to do, slave."

Guy continued to hug Sandy's legs to his chest, eyes closed. His glasses had fallen to the floor and Guy suddenly stopped his caressing and picked up his glasses, "So that they won't be damaged." He explained.

Sandy allowed him to put the glasses in his breast pocket, then she snapped, "Get on your knees again slave!"

Guy dropped to his knees and Sandy allowed him to put his mouth up against her bikini covered pussy.

She asked, "Do you like that? Would you like to suck my pussy?" She saw Guy nod his head. Sandy ordered, "Pull my panties down to the floor, so that my cunt can be right against your face. Yes, my bare cunt up against your face. I don't know whether I'll let you kiss it or not. I'll decide. Slave, go and wash my panties and when you come back maybe I'll give you a reward. But, before you go; take off all of your clothes except your undershorts."

Guy rose from his kneeling position with Sandy's panties clutched tightly in his hands. His eyes were shut and he stood for a moment motionless.

He felt a stinging slap on his face and then another and he heard Sandy crying out, "Take those Goddamn clothes off. No, not all of the clothes. Leave your fucking shorts on. That's all I want to see."

Guy said, "Yes. Yes. Do you mind if I fold them up? If I don't fold them up, they will loose their press?" Guy waited for an answer.

Sandy just glared at him. Her mouth formed a hard tight thin line and she stared downward at him. She stepped forward on top of the clothing that Guy was removing. She ground her heel into the jacket shirt and tore the corner of his grey colored white shirt.

Guy pleaded, "Please. Please." He felt his cock start to get hard.

The tent that it formed under his underwear seemed to infuriate Sandy. She reached down and grasped his half hard cock and commanded, "Wash my panties and then come back." She squeezed his dong and kept him from going to the bathroom. "What's holding you up? Why don't you go and wash my panties?" Sandy never let go of Guy's joint.

"... But... you're not letting me go. You're holding me back. Please let me go. Please let me go."

Sandy released his semi-hard burgeoning penis and allowed Guy to run to the bathroom. He had just about reached the bathroom door when Sandy called out, "Stop. Suck the crotch of my panties!"

Guy shoved the panty crotch in his mouth and ground his teeth into the soft flowered, black, silky material. He could taste Sandy's cream and sweat that had oozed into the cunt position of her panties. The taste titillated Guy's palate and he sucked on the material mixing his saliva with the hot taste of Sandy's drippings.

Guy moaned and sucked until Sandy again commanded him, "Go and wash my fucking panties. Can't you see I'm in a hurry?" She watched Guy trot around the doorway and into the 'john'. She called out, "Use the soap in the cabinet." The sound of Guy letting the water rush into the sink made Sandy think of how she could use Guy. "What's taking you so long? Just let them soak in the sink and come back here."

Guy came out of the bathroom and faced Sandy. He tried to hold her around the waist and kiss her, but she turned her face away from him saying, "Not those lips, stupid. The ones down between my legs. The hot red lips that are dripping my cream. I want you to lap my cunt. Do you understand, cuntlapper?" Sandy laid back on the couch with her legs spread wide. Her inflamed orifice was raised high in the air, by a pillow that she had jammed under her arse. She commanded, "Guy, get down on your knees and start sucking! Now!"

Guy got down on his knees, in between Sandy's outstretched long lovely legs. He gazed into her pussy. Its gaping mouth seemed to be dribbling out copious quantities of cream. He put his face near to her cuntlips. He sniffed and smelled the deliciousness of Sandy's exciting twat. He snuffed up to her crotch and smelled her gash with long savoring breaths.

Sandy interrupted his thoughts, "I told you to suck my cunt... not smell it. What in the hell do I have to do to make you understand me." Her hand lashed out and struck the back of his head a light grazing blow.

Guy writhed his hips and placed each of his hands on each side of Sandy's inviting asscheeks. He could feel the wetness dribbling down from her cunt to her arse. He buried his face in Sandy's hot, flaming, red trench and began to lick at Sandy's little man in the boat. He licked and whipped his tongue from one end of her flaming trench to the other. His saliva dripped outwards from his tongue and mixed with Sandy's cunt juice. Guy placed one of his hands on his cock.

Sandy shouted at Guy, "You bastard! Where are you putting your other hand? Get that hand off your cock and hold my cuntlips apart and suck, slave. Suck me out good. Don't stop and fool around. I want to feel your hands on my cunt and only on my cunt. Suck slave! Suck harder! Let me hear the sound! Come on, bastard! Suck! Lick my juice! Don't waste a drop! Lick every bit of it up!"

Guy moaned and his tongue and lips made loud slurping sucking noises, "Slurp... Slurp." He sucked up the delicious white creaming cunt juice that flowed freely from Sandy's enraged cunt. He could feel the wetness of her cuntlips and the moving of them in and out. The little clitoris became swollen and like his cock head grew in size until he thought that it couldn't grow anymore. But, it did get longer. It became what he had always read and dreamed about: a real genuine full grown spur cock. He had heard about spur cocks. Some of them were over one inch long and it was like sucking an extra long stiff hard smooth nipple. A woman thus endowed could even fuck another woman by holding her spur cock under the hood of her partner and having it pressed against her partner's normal sized love knob.

Sandy pushed Guy's face harder into her exposed gash. "Suck my clit! Suck my clit! Work your head up and down! Haven't you ever sucked a man off? Move your head up and down! Whip your tongue around my clitoris and keep your damn hands on me and not on you. How many times do I have to tell you? Come on! Move! Up and down! Up and down! I think I'm going to make you suck somebody off! I think I'll make you suck my cunt out after somebody has fucked me."

Guy became more and more aroused. He loved feeling Sandy's spur cock in his mouth. He wondered what it would feel like to be fucked in the arse. He wished Sandy would shove her finger up his ass. "Please, Please shove your finger up my ass?"

Sandy slapped the back of Guy's head again and said, "Suck! Suck! I don't want to hear any shit. All I want to do is to be sucked. And when you are done sucking me I think I'll let you vacuum the living room rug. Take your cock out and hold it in your hand. I want to look down on it, while you're sucking me."

Guy continued his sucking and tongue lashing of Sandy's pussy. He laid to one side and held his cock in his left hand. It was still only half-hard, but it was dripping wet. He wished that Sandy would touch his cock, but she made no move to do so. Guy ground his hips in a circle and his cock became more wet with his drippings by the second. He felt Sandy's cunt gash and grind against his bruised lips. The spur cock lodged underneath the soft part of his mouth and he sucked harder, "Slurp. Slurp. Slurp."

Sandy continued to buck and writhe underneath Guy's working mouth.

Guy's lips nipped and kissed her pussylips. The inside ones and the outside ones. His teeth nipped and nibbled all over Sandy's hot wet box. The bucking and grinding became more furious and frantic.

Sandy reached down and grabbed Guy's ball sac. She pulled hard on his scrotum, trapping both balls in the bottom of the sac. He screamed and her spasms made her twist and pull Guy's balls. "Eiiiiii. I'm cumming. I'm cumming. I'll twist your fucking balls off. I'll twist your fucking balls off."

Guy felt Sandy's powerful cunt contractions and with each contraction he felt her hand twist harder on his brutalized balls. The pain was intense and whatever hardness he had, left him. He moaned, "Ohhhh. Ohhhh."

Guy's mouth was still cupped, like a suction cup over Sandy's hot clitoris and she screamed, "I'm cumming. I'm cumming again. Suck harder! Come on cunt lapper. Suck me! Suck me! Oh, I'd love to have you always to suck me. Would you like that?"

Guy relaxed his mouth grip on Sandy's cunt and laid his head on her thigh. He was pleased that Sandy had cum so beautifully.

Sandy raised up on her elbows and looked at Guy's face. His eyes were shut and he was breathing hard. "How about fucking me? Put your cock in me. What kind of man are you? You don't even have a hard on. Don't you want to fuck me? Is that all you're good for. What's with you? You can't even suck good."

The truth of the matter was, that this was one of the best suck jobs Sandy had ever had, but she realized that in order to possess Guy completely body and soul, she must always dominate him in every way and form. Therefore, she would never let him know how good it was. She made up her mind that no matter how good he was, she would always give him hell when he was finished.

She pushed his head away from her now satisfied cunt and said, "I'm hungry. Let's go out and eat."

Guy asked, "Can I go to the bathroom? I have to pee."

"Is that what you want to do? Are you sure you're not going to go in there and jerk off and cheat me? If I come in there and find you jerked off, I'm going to beat the living shit out of you. Incidentally, after we eat I'm going to take you over to my girl friend Susan's house and introduce you to her."

"I don't want to meet her. I'd like to stay here with you."

Sandy snapped, "Do you want to be with me so much that you would marry me for the privilege?"

Guy thought for a moment. He thought of her tasty panties. He loved the smoothness of Sandy's long smooth clitoris between his lips and he blurted out, "Will you marry me? Will you marry me?"

Sandy whispered sensuously, "Yes. I'll marry you, if you'll continue to be my obedient possession and do whatever I bid you, no matter what."

Guy gasped, "Yes. Yes. Whatever you say. I'll buy you anything. I'll work for you. I'll cook for you. Can I wash your panties forever? Can I hang your panties up now? They have soaked and been washed enough. Yes. Yes, I'll marry you and continue to be your slave."

"Okay. You can go to the bathroom now."

Guy got up and walked to the bathroom. He felt his peter jangling between his legs. It was soft and lifeless. The cool water that he splashed on his face revived him. He looked down at his peter and it started to throb. He spit into the palm of his hand and massaged the spit into the head of his cock. His thumb made circular motions over his rapidly blooming tower. A few quick movements and his spit clenched fist brought his prick to a throbbing orgasm. He watched his cock spit its creaminess into the sink and watched it wash down the drain.

When he came out of the bathroom Sandy was already dressed. She was like a blonde goddess, above reproach on a pedestal. He picked his clothes up and as he dressed Sandy rubbed his back and the base of his spine.

The cab ride was short and Sandy asked the driver to drop them off at the Pussy Cat Restaurant in the village near where she lived. She knew that the prices were high, but the food was excellent.

They started out with a bottle of Champagne to celebrate their engagement. As they sipped the champagne, Sandy suggested that after dinner they rent a car and drive to Maryland for a Justice of the Peace Wedding Ceremony. The more wine they drank and the drunker they became, the more they wanted to be man and wife.

Guy had found someone to take care of him, by telling him what he could do and what he could not do. He loved sucking on Sandy's pussy, because she was able to dominate him completely.

On the other hand, Sandy had found a slave that would do her bidding or whatever whim she might be feeling at the time.

The Champagne flowed like the proverbial water in a fountain. Sandy suggested that they call a Car Rental Agency so that they could leave for Maryland and a quickie marriage, right after dinner.

Guy was so drunk and so horny that he just didn't give a damn, besides which he had half a dozen charge plates and credit cards in his wallet. With an air of bravado he hollered after Sandy that he'd pay the agency an extra fee if they would get a limousine with a chauffeur assigned in less than an hour.

Sandy came back beaming, "The agency has promised to have the chauffeur driven limousine waiting for us in front of the restaurant within the hour. Let's have another toast?"

Guy signed for the dinner with his charge plate and generously tipped the waiter and head waiter. The doorman informed them that their chauffeured limousine awaited them.

They introduced themselves to the tall Negro driver, whose name was Paul. Paul opened the door of the car for Guy and Sandy and made sure that everything was to their liking. There was a freshly chilled case of Champagne that she had ordered, in the limousine's refrigerator. Sandy poured them each a glass of Champagne as the limousine sped on its way.

They arrived in Guy, Maryland in the wee hours of the morning. The sun had just started to paint the horizon a fight azure color. The low buildings that they passed were silhouetted against the ever brightening sky.

Paul drove with ease and with an almost fantastic skill. His large black hands held and moved the steering wheel with sometimes a gentle touch and sometimes an almost violent grip. Paul was six feet tall, but gave the appearance of being shorter because of his stocky build. His hair was close cropped and jet black in color. Its kinkiness blended with the smoothness of the skin on his face. His eyes were large like two dark almonds and his lips were full and sensuous. He looked like he was a real good fucker, because he always made a point of wearing tight pants that outlined his enormous cock.

Sandy broke open another bottle of Champagne and just as its foam was spouting out of the bottle end, Guy said, "Honey, can we stop. I have to see a man about a horse."

Sandy giggled back, "Guy, let me see your pretty cock? Let me see if you really have to make a pee-pee?"

Guy fumbled with his zipper and finally was able to let his flaccid meat peek out of his fly. "That Champagne that we have been drinking sure makes me dizzy. Are you dizzy honey?"

Sandy laughed, "You're damn right I am. What do you think we should be? We drank half a case of goddamned champagne and my pussy is just aching and creaming."

She noticed Paul pick his ears up when she spoke about her hot creaming pussy. She reached forward and stroked the back of Paul's neck and noticed that Paul gave a slight shiver. Sandy had vision of Paul or some other big black man fucking Guy in the ass and perhaps having Guy suck her pussy after another man had dropped his hot heavy load inside of her. Sandy felt her pussy squeeze and contract.

Sandy reached down into Guy's open fly and her fingers grabbed at his piss filled cock. It wasn't hard and it wasn't soft. It was just sort of swollen. She shook his cock back and forth and felt the swollen veins in his balls. "Oh, yes honey you have to piss. I'm glad you asked me if we could stop."

She touched Paul on the back of the neck again and asked him politely to pull over to the side of the road so that everybody could piss.

"Yes, ma'am. I'll pull to the side of the road as soon as this car in back of me passes. The road sure is deserted at this hour. If you want I'll also be able to get rid of the empty Champagne bottles." Paul pulled the car to the roadside and turned the engine off. He left the parking lights on and ran around to the side door of the limousine and opened it for the future Mrs. Silver.

Sandy swung her legs towards the open door exposing her beautiful auburn colored fuzz of her crotch. In each hand she held on an empty Champagne bottle for Paul to get rid of...

Paul looked up from Sandy's wide spread crotch and took the empty bottles from her hand. He stood motionless and Sandy did not make a move or even cover her exposed tanned inner thighs.

Sandy reached down and grabbed her bikini panties and ripped outwards, "I won't need these on if I'm going to piss, and man I have to piss. It looks like my future husband is all crapped out."

Paul placed the mouth of one of the Champagne bottles up close and barely touched Sandy's now exposed cleft. He tipped the bottle upwards and the cool leftover Champagne bubbled onto Sandy's pubic hair and hot trench. Without another word Paul got to his knees and his tongue licked the Champagne from Sandy's crotch.

"Go ahead Paul. You can suck it," she teased, "Would you like to?"

Paul suddenly glued his mouth to Sandy's wet pussy hole and his tongue explored its inner recesses. He pulled away from Sandy and looked in the direction of Guy who was passed out or in a state of semi- consciousness. Paul's fear of Guy dissipated itself and he blurted out, "Let me suck your piss? Let me drink your hot yellow urine? I want to feel its hotness running down my throat." He glued his lips around Sandy's pee hole and sucked. He felt Sandy grind her hips on the seat and push her hot box hard against his face. Her swollen clitoris throbbed in his mouth and he marveled at its length and size. He watched the hairy mons above Sandy's cleft, and at about the same time he felt her hot yellow urine, pissing and running into his sucking mouth. He swallowed hard and somehow hit the happy medium of being able to absorb Sandy's hot outflow as fast as it fell from her cunt into his belly.

"Ohhhhhh. Ohhhhhhh. Honey please, I have to piss. What are you doing?" Guy moaned.

Sandy directed Guy to, "Get the fuck out of the car if you really want to piss." She pulled hard on his swollen staff and dragged him out of the limousine door by the cock.

Guy stumbled and fell forward, but was supported by Sandy's hand holding his flaccid joint. He felt Paul come to his left side and support him. He heard Sandy's voice boom in his ears. "Go ahead honey, piss. Piss if you can." Guy strained and finally his already overloaded bladder that was almost paralyzed from its fullness allowed some Piss to trickle out of his cock.

Sandy winked at Paul and gently massaged Guy's cock. She moved her fingers gently up and down the short length of his shaft. She felt his piss dribble from his swollen cock hole. It was as if his joint had swelled so much that it had closed the urethra and his hot piss had difficulty finding its way through its door.

Paul's flashing smile let Sandy know that he was amenable to almost any game that she might play. He spoke softly, "Allow me to help you, Mr. Silver. Be careful that you don't fall."

Guy nodded his head, "Thanks Paul. I'm embarrassed, but I'm sure you understand. Somehow or other I just can't seem to pee. Ahhhh. Ahhhh. It is cumming now. It's cumming now. The piss is just cumming. Ohhhhh. It is so painful and yet so pleasurable."

Sandy once again caught Paul's eye and nodded in the direction of Guy's now yellow streaming limp dong. She wrapped her fist around Guy's softness and squeezed very hard. Her sudden squeezing cut the flow of piss off very sharply and painfully. She heard Guy gasp and pull his hips in backwards. Then she relaxed her grip and Guy's dong commenced to dribble again.

Paul supported Guy as his knees buckled from under him, when Sandy had chopped the urine flow off again, very suddenly. Paul reached down with his left hand and started to stroke his hard outlined cock. He heard Guy groan and Paul's cock became steel hard in his pants. It throbbed and dripped and he felt that everyone of his arse clenches squeezed more of his thick semen into his cock, from his balls.

Sandy allowed Guy to finish peeing. "Paul, when we get to the Justice of the Peace, will you be our friend and stand up for us? It would be nice to have you witness our wedding. Isn't that so Guy?"

Guy nodded his head and said, "Yes dear. Whatever you say. You know I'll do whatever you say. Can we get started again? I would like to be yours as soon as possible."

Sandy shook Guy's peter and gave it a hard twist for good measure. The hard twist made Guy cry out and Sandy smiled, "All right honey. Let's go back now. We are only a few minutes away from the justice of the Peace and then, you'll really be my slave. Isn't that what you want?"

"Oh, yes. Yes. I want to be your slave. I want to do your bidding."

The Justice of the Peace did his job in the short space of ten minutes. Paul gave the bride away.

Now they were Man and Wife: or should we say, Slave and Owner!

After the ceremony they all piled back into the limousine and Paul headed towards New York City.

Guy fell asleep and Sandy leaned back and contemplated the wild things that she would do with her new husband Guy. 'Sandy Silver, Sandy Silver,' she repeated over and over to herself. 'It sounds good, if I do think so myself.'

Her thought returned once more to Guy Silver. She fantasied Guy being tied to her wall naked and being made to watch her get fucked by another man. Perhaps she'd have Paul fuck Guy in the arse and play with his cock or maybe Tom. Guy could suck off Tom's dog. Bijou was black and white and his dog balls swung low and his cock was heavy when it extended itself. She always use to like to watch Tom getting fucked in the arse by his dog.

She thought to herself, 'I wonder if Guy bruises easily. I guess I'll have to be careful where I beat him, because of his job. I can always whip him with my riding crop where it won't show. Or I can tie him up with hard rough ropes. It will be great fun to ride his naked arse all around the house while I whip his arse hard.' She pictured the red welts rising and the blood staining the inside of her thighs. She put her finger up her skirt and gently massaged her swollen spur cock. She shut her eyes and moved her pinching fingers faster and faster. The cream came out in torrents and she shuddered from the tense orgasm.

She opened her eyes and saw Paul's knowing face in the rear view mirror. He had seen everything and now it was his turn to smile and wink his eye at her. It was beautiful. He understood. Sandy shut her eyes again and before she knew it she was being awakened by Paul. The limousine door was open and her apartment awaited them.

A few weeks went by and Sandy and Guy set up housekeeping at her house. However, she never allowed Guy to give up his bachelor apartment. Guy liked the idea of being married and still having an apartment to himself. Basically he was like a recluse. His apartment was in a nice modern building. The carpeted hallways deadened any sound that was made and it was a quiet kind of building. His apartment consisted of an L-shaped room, a very small modern kitchen and the latest in tiled bathrooms. It could really have been made into a very pleasant place, but as Guy is Guy, there were piles of magazines stacked up against the wall. In the middle of the floor there were three suitcases that had been purchased for three different occasions. The first one was three years old and had been purchased for a trip to Florida. The second one was bought for California. The latest was from Bermuda. All three suitcases sat there with their lids gaping open and still partially packed with new and soiled clothes from each of the individual trips. Mixed in among the debris were stacks and stacks of Sunday Newspapers. The slick covered magazines were piled so high that they leaned against each other like many drunks trying to hold one another upright. Near the telephone, which sat on a desk next to a wall was a long clip board and upon closer inspection Sandy knew that Guy was a methodical record keeper.

 "Do you mean to say that you list every phone call that you make? You mean to say that your so goddamned petty that you have to know exactly what time you dial, the number to whom you spoke with and how long each phone call lasted. I'll be damned if I'm going to write down each fucking number that I dial. You cheap recluse sonofabitch. I ought to knock you on your arse. This place is like a little old ladies house, bare aseptic and sterile. That's what you are. I'll bet you really can't even get a hardon. Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever seen your prod look like a hard cock. Come here you sonofabitch and stand in front of me when I'm talking to you. You no good bastard."

Guy shuffled over towards Sandy, who had now seated herself at the desk. He spoke as she picked the receiver up and dialed a number; "Is this close enough dear? Should I come closer? Write down the number that you dial on the first column of the pad honey. The time now is 11:15a. Write the time in the second column. The name of the person goes in the third column and the number of minutes you are on the."

"Sonofabitch! You miserable bastard!" Sandy lashed out with her hand as she spoke. The back of her hand caught Guy on the cheek. "Paul Hi. This is Sandy. We're finally set up. Would you like to come to dinner tonight at my apartment in the village?... Yes. Yes. We'll expect you at about... excuse me Paul... Guy you sonofabitch." Sandy reached forward and grabbed Guy by the balls. She felt them through his pants and underwear and with a hard tug, she pulled him closer to her. She motioned Guy to silence and commanded, "Drop your pants, bastard!"

Sandy heard Paul say, "Gee, Sandy. It sounds like you're going to have a real good time. It's very nice of you to invite me to your party and I'll see you later." Paul hung up.

Guy stood before Sandy. His trousers and drawers in a pile around his ankles. His grey pubic hair made his beginning to blossom boner look like a stunted tree in a grey forest.

Sandy said, "Get your goddamned pecker out of my face and let me finish my phone calls and I'm not going to make any Goddamn list out either. You have your nerve. What in the hell do you think I'm going to do... make your shitty list for every phone call. You just paid my phone bill for $130.00 and you didn't blink an eyelash, so what in the hell is this goddamned nonsense about?

Guy interrupted, "Sandy, you know the bill for your phone was $233.65 plus tax."

"You bastard. You cheap no good bastard. You have your nerve bringing the exact amount of my phone bill up into this matter. You're lucky to have the privilege of having my bills. Just because I allowed you to pay several thousand dollars, doesn't mean you own me. Because buddy, get this straight now... I own you. You are my slave and you had better goddamn well toe the mark." Sandy suddenly swatted Guy's growing dong. Her fingers stuck the head like two or three thongs of a vicious whip. His cock shriveled to a fraction of its former size. It was wrinkled and hung very, very soft and limp. The head laid up against his balls flat. Sandy stood up and shoved Guy up against the wall and started beating on him with both her hands. She grasped the hair on his head and pounded Guy's head against the wall. She said, "Wipe that smirk off your face. You haven't seen anything yet, buddy."

Guy's cock began to grow again and he knew that Sandy also knew what was happening.

Sandy said, "Oh, what have we here? It looks like you're finally getting a hardon. Come here baby. Let me feel your prod. It looks like it has a little tear in its eye also."

Guy jutted his hips outward and his cock stood out from his body rigidly. He felt Sandy put her palm and fingers into his crotch and her cupped hand formed a tight jock strap. Her hand restrained his now throbbing cock. Guy said, "Oh please. Kiss it. Kiss it." He felt Sandy's hand encircle his shaft. Her hand started to slide up and down his smarting cock. The semen oozed outwards and made his stick slip back and forth on a grease of sperm.

"Enough of this, you fucker. Get down on your knees." She released Guy's cock and it swung upwards slapping his belly. A bead of semen flicked from his cock and struck Sandy on the neck. It's whiteness made her tan look even darker. "You shit head. You bottle of piss. You slimy mother. Come here! Bend your arse and lick your slime off my neck! I don't want any of that shit. Come on. Huffy up, you bastard!"

Guy leaned forward saying, "Oh yes! Tell me what to do. Tell me what to do! Your wish is my command." He felt Sandy's hand grab his ears and draw his puckered lips to the gob of semen on her suntanned neck. His lips touched her neck. It was soft and warm and he could feel the blood coursing through her body. His lips felt the wet semen as they sucked inward. Guy felt Sandy push him away by the ears. He shut his eyes. He knew that she was trying to lock her eyes to his. His protuberance bounced in an arcing motion as he stood upright once more.

Sandy took his cock in her left hand and the thumb and forefinger of her right hand grabbed the throbbing mushroom. She pinched hard and brutally at the mushroom and his cock lost its erection and became limp. "On your knees! On your knees? Come on stupid. Get down." Sandy hiked her mini skirt up above her waist and squatted down into the desk chair. She felt Guy get between her legs. She saw that his eyes were shut and his cock was limp, but still wet.

Guy gasped, "Ohhhhh. Ohhhhhhh. Can I suck your cunt. Please, Please let me suck your cunt. Let me make you happy. Please."

His eyes were still shut and he heard Sandy's command, "Open your eyes! Open your eyes! Watch what you're going to do. You are going to put your finger between the lips of my pussy and feel my cream dripping and running out of my hot love hole." Sandy brought her hand around and gave Guy a sharp slap on the side of his face. "Open your eyes stupid. Look at what you're doing. You are not paying attention."

Guy opened his eyes and begged. "Please. Please. Let me keep my eyes shut. Let me suck your beautiful cunt? Please let me suck and eat you? I don't want to open my eyes."

"Guy, I'll tell you what to do and when to do it. Now open your fucking eyes and look at my hot cunt." Sandy put a thumb on each of Guy's eyelids and forced open his eyes. His lips were moist and the saliva trickled over the red rim of his lower lip.

Sandy could almost feel Guy's slippery wet lower lip underneath her little man in the boat. She could grind her hot wet hole up against his soft red mouth. "Come on stupid. Put your finger in the cunt hole. Do as I tell you. Don't you like to look at my red hot quim? Don't you like to see the white cream oozing and pouring out of my honey pot? Can you see my protruding love knob quivering for you to suck on it like a small prick. Don't you love my spur cock? I bet you've never had one of those before. Your lucky to have me. I'm a very unusual woman. Did you know that I could fuck you in the arse, if I wanted to. Maybe if you're real good, I'll let you watch me fuck someone with my spur cock. Did you know my girt friend Susan and I always tucked each other. She is the only girl I know who is built like me. You should appreciate me better and when I command you to do something; you had better perform. At tonight's party, you will see some of my toy collection. In fact, I have a couple of things planned to try out on you. Now, open those eyes and suck my red hot dripping cunt. And no nonsense!"

Guy took his forefingers and thumbs of both hands and opened Sandy's luscious looking hot creaming pussy. He gazed into the very depths and saw her vagina squeezing as though her cunt were saying, 'suck me... suck me... suck me.' He saw that her spur cock was becoming more inflamed and swollen and his own cock began to throb once more. He peered up into Sandy's eyes and quickly lowered his head and began licking the pubic hair that surrounded Sandy's excited gash. He smelled the sweetness of her womanhood juice as it poured from her volcanic erupting pussy. His hands ran up and down the outer wet hot lips of him trench. Guy began to lick the outer lips of Sandy's hot steaming sex hole and he continued licking down to her ass. He ran his tongue around the brown rim of her arse, licking and sucking at the short hairs. He put his tongue into her arse and tried to grasp at the sphincter muscle that was rapidly contracting and expanding.

"Mother fucker. Cunt lapper. What do you think you're doing," as she grabbed a handful of his jowl and pulled his still puckered lips away from her bung hole. "Suck my cunt. You bastard. I told you to lick and suck my cunt good. You are so stupid. I ought to call you Dumbo, because by the time I am done with you you'll have ears like a fucking dumbo!"

Guy winced with pain and proceeded to stroke his tongue from the bottom end of Sandy's gash to the top where her spur cock stood out and upright. He twirled and twirled his tongue around her spur. Every once in a while he placed his complete mouth on her nib and just sucked. Sometimes he nibbled at the outer and inner lips of her fiery cunt. He ran his two hands up and down along each side of her cuntlips as his tongue continued sucking. He knew this excited Sandy even more by her jerking movements. He wished that he could touch his cock. He wondered if Sandy would allow him to touch his cock. "My cock aches. Please let me touch it. Please let me touch it," he whimpered.

"Keep sucking. Keep sucking. Don't stop! No you bastard! Keep your God damn hands off your insignificant ugly cock. You call that damn thing a cock. Why just look at it. It can't even stay up. What do you want, Bamboo poles to tie around it or maybe I should take you to a doctor and let him put a splint on it to hold it stiff? Let's face it. You just can't cut the mustard. I don't think you ever could. I think the good Lord just made you for me. I think, I alone understand you."

Guy glued his lips to Sandy's writhing red clit and sucked harder. His mind was thinking about the nasty and sexy things Sandy had said and his cock was throbbing. He thought to himself, 'Why won't she touch me? Why doesn't she let me suck her breasts? Why can't I play with my throbbing cock. It is almost ready to burst.' He started sneaking his hand away from Sandy. He was glad that she didn't feel him remove his hand. 'If I only touch myself. If I can only touch myself. Oh, please let her allow me to, touch myself. I can feel my juices bubbling in my balls. Her cunt tastes so good. Oh, how I'd like to put my cock in her cunt. I love to clean every drop of sperm from her lovely luscious sopping wet pussy.'

Sandy's eyes were narrow slits of lust and she was disturbed and angry that Guy was trying cheat her. 'What right did he have to take his hand from her hot pussy and to try to touch and satisfy his own cock. He had some nerve. He isn't a man. He's a slave. He's my slave. He reminds me of a eunuch!'

Guy touched his hot hardon and his hand cupped and uncupped the head slowly. The semen leaked and made his hand slippery. Sandy's spur cock took on a new dimension. It was as if it were a little boy he was sucking. Her spur cock was just like a small prick. He moved his sucking lips up and down the length of her wee prick and he remembered the time when he was a young boy and he use to try and suck his own prick. It was hard to assume the position. As a matter of fact, no matter how he tried to suck his own prick he just couldn't bend over far enough. When he was a little boy and he use to jerk off six and seven times a day with vaseline. He used to imagine his own lips sucking himself off. In those years the orgasms were fresh and blinding. He didn't even know what they were until one of his friends started to play with him and really bring him to a climax. From then on, the two friends used to go up to the attic to jerk, suck and generally fondle one another. They even use to fuck each other in the arse. Guy especially enjoyed this.

Sandy's eyes fell to Guy's hand and her mind rebelled at the sight of Guy making a spectacle of himself. She wishes that she were at her apartment where she could properly chastise him for this infraction of her new rules. Somehow in his own apartment he seemed to take it upon himself to try some sneaky maneuvers. Sandy stood up suddenly knocking Guy backwards on his butt. His hand was still clenching at his beating throbbing cock.

"All right you bastard. Try this on for size."

Sandy's foot kicked out and her pointed toe that protruded out of her black leather boot caught Guy in the groin dropping him to the bare floor. Sandy's foot ground against Guy's groin pinning him to the floor. Her eyes roamed the apartment looking for some substitute to use as a whip or toy on Guy.

Sandy knocked a stack of magazines over and jack rolled Guy on top of them. At the same time she reached down and stripped the leather belt from Guy's pants. She folded it in half and whipped his prostrate naked body across the asscheeks. She swung the belt in rhythmic motions cutting back and forth. Each sweep raised a red welt on his arse cheeks. She muttered half to herself, 'Just wait until tonight! You motherfucker. sonofabitch. I'll make you pay for this!' Guy rolled to his back exposing his belly, chest and balls to Sandy's punishing whip slashes. He felt them bite into his tender nipple tips. He held his hands up and pleaded, "What did I do? What did I do? I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I won't do it anymore! I promise."

Sandy lashed out once again and with extreme accuracy caught his cock and balls with one swipe of the make shift whip.

Guy screamed, "Eiiiiii. Eiiiiiii." His cock throbbed and two small squirts of juice flew from his cock hole, but before the orgasm finished itself or really got started he had lost his hardness. He watched Sandy move a stack of magazines in front of the desk chair that she had been seated on. The stack of old magazines was about cock high from the floor, if Guy stood on his knees in front of the chair. Sandy resumed her position, cunt exposed and spread legged in the chair. The stack of magazines was directly in front of her.

"What are those for, dear?"

"Get over here on your knees, Dumbo!"

"But, the magazines are in the way, dear."

"Listen stupid. Get on your knees in front of me. The magazines are supposed to be between us. All right Dumbo, put your cock on top of the magazines!"

Guy's hand reached down and took hold of his flaccid tool and gently laid it on the cool stick paper covers of the magazines that were piled high in front of him. "Do you want my balls on there, too?" His eyes were shut.

"Open your eyes. How many times must I tell you." She punctuated her last statement with a slash of Guy's belt on Guy's now flattened out tool that was supported by the magazines. Sandy kicked her boot off with a swinging motion of her leg. The boots that she wore were made of a very soft kid leather and hugged the calves of her legs. The zippers allowed for this type of quick removal. Sandy's foot was still raised high as the boot flicked across the room and struck the far wall, upsetting Guy's broken down non-playing old style phonograph.

Guy winced, "Please be careful honey."

"Oh, shut the fuck up." Sandy placed her foot on top of Guy's cock and balls forcing his limp peter down onto his ball sac in-between both balls. She rolled the ball of her foot back and forth and Guy reached forward to touch her breasts. "Did I give you permission to touch me stupid? What the fuck do you think you are doing? You started to suck my hot pussy, so why in the hell aren't you. Just wait until I get you home."

Guy licked his own lips with his tongue. The taste of her cunt juice was still on his chin and upper lip. The moisture from his saliva re- awakened the cunt smell and taste that Sandy had left a little while ago. The thought of having his lips glued to her flaming orifice again raised Guy's desire. It heightened his desire to please Sandy. After all here was her slave. He flicked his tongue around the whole genital area and gradually narrowed himself down to the sensitive area of Sandy's inner lips and base of her spur cock. He felt Sandy's foot grinding down hard on his limp penis. The more he worked her cunt and the more feverish she became; the more he felt his sex being punished.

Sandy writhed and squirmed with great pleasure. The sensations that her private personal cunt lapper gave her raced through her vagina into her belly making her nipple tips itch, and tingle. She released her hands from Guy's head and moistened the thumb and forefinger of both hands in the mixture of saliva and cream that dribbled down Guy's chin. This slipperiness when applied in a pinching sliding action of her nipple tips made Sandy moan, "Ohhhhhhh. Ouuuuuuuuooooo."

A certain gentleness manifested itself, but she screamed out. "Suck. Suck. Let me hear. Come on you cunt lapper. Come on you cunnilingus. Do the only thing you're good for. Suck! Suck! Lick my spur cock. Can you feel it throb?" Sandy's eyes narrowed still further. Now they were mere slits of desire and lust, ready to explode. She started to tremble and the muscles in her thighs stiffened. She shook as if she were cold and her love juices ran from her cunt onto Guy's tongue and down into his throat.

"Slurp... Slurp... Slurp."

"That's it motherfucker. That's it bastard. Suck me. Suck me! Suck my juices out. Don't drop one little bit. Don't you wish I were your mother. Didn't you ever want to suck and fuck your mother? Your mother was your master, wasn't she?" She felt Guy's lips sucking and nibbling more furiously at every part, nook and cranny fold of her almost-ready-to-cum hot fiery cunt. She stiffened her legs, convulsively and pinched her nipples with all her strength. Her head fell back over the chair and her blonde hair hung straight downward. Her eyes were white and her belly muscles were drawn inwards. Sandy's cunt dilated and drew back. The juices flowed heavier and the tingling built to a crescendo and violent orgasmic climax.

Guy felt Sandy's foot relax and just rest on his crushed cock head, shaft and balls. He removed his lips from the smaller, but still inflamed spur cock that now relaxed in between Sandy's hot nether lips. "Can I go to the toilet now?" He waited for an answer and asked again, "Please may I go to the toilet?"

Sandy whispered, "Yes. I have some phone calls to make."

"All right dear, you don't have to write the information down. Tell me and I'll write it for you."

"Fuck you. If you're going; go. This sure is a dump, but you can keep it. While you are in the bathroom, wash your cock in ice cold water."

"Why, cold water?"

"So you won't beat your meat, stupid. Anyway I want to get the hell out of here. So hurry up. I have to prepare dinner for Paul tonight. He's coming over. Maybe I'll even invite Tom and his dog Bijou over. You know he lives next door to me. So hurry up. Put your arse in gear and straighten yourself out. Chop! Chop! Let's go!"

Sandy was an excellent cook and she prepared a smorgasbord table. She had prepared Swedish meatballs, all kinds of fishes, salads and various other side dishes, such as macaroni salad, coleslaw, potato salad, baked beans and an assortment of cold cuts. Also she laid out, salad dressing, pickles, pickled pears, green olives, black olives, raw onion rings and sour cream. The final touches were added with the two main courses: a large stuffed Turkey at one end of the table and a cold huge fish covered with mayonnaise at the opposite end. It really looked nice and almost too pretty to touch. The lights from the hanging candelabra gave the room a very, very close and intimate feeling. Sandy's apartment had been set up for love. Her Hi-Fi sounded beautiful, especially since she had several stereo speakers in different parts of her apartment.

The lights were low and the music from the Hi-Fi was purring softly when the buzzer to Sandy's and Guy's apartment sounded. Sandy turned to the full length mirror and adjusted her baby blue see through mini shift dress. It would have left nothing to the imagination except that underneath its transparent lace frilliness there was a bikini type pair of very sheer powder pink lace stretch panties that showed every curve of Sandy's magnificent figure. Her large pink nippled breasts were held loosely in a very brief powder pink lace mini bra. Her golden hair fell to her bare shoulders and this accentuated her black braided leather headache band stretched across her forehead. Sandy's long shapely legs were covered from the instep to about one inch below the hem line of her leather boots. The boots left her toes exposed. When Sandy walked, you could see that her bikini panties were of a special design. As she strolled towards the door the crotch level hem raised slightly and the candle light played on her pink pussylips that were exposed by a tailor made slot in the bikini panties crotch.

Sandy opened the door and there was the handsome face of her next door neighbor. "Hi Tom. I was just thinking of coming next door and inviting you to this little informal gathering. You know how I am with preparing food. Food is like sex. I must have a tremendous amount of it. You wouldn't believe it, but late this afternoon cooked all of this!" Sandy turned and with a flowing motion of her arm pointed to her opulent smorgasbord set up.

The candles flickered and Tom asked, "May I bring Bijou in also?"

"Our kind of party wouldn't be a party, without Bijou! Sure, bring him in. Maybe I'll let you teach Guy how to take care of Bijou so that when you go away on weekends Guy can feed, walk and generally take care of your dog just as you would, if you were at home."

Tom tugged on the leash that he had around his dog, Bijou's neck. Bijou was a large spotted Dalmatian. His coat was beautiful and he wore a lovely jewel studded collar around his neck. His dangling balls were super developed and his cock hung out of its sheath like a flaming red piece of meat. Tom's gold colored, three button breasted jacket set off his ruddy looking complexion. He had high cheekbones, full sensuous lips and a square chin. When Tom looked at you, it was as if he were questioning you with his eyes, that were boyishly innocent looking. His eyebrows appeared on his forehead. Tom was gay, but from the way he dressed and looked you could never guess it. His hands were those of a man who had at one time done heavy labor. His fingers were thickened and calloused. You could see the tendons move on the backside of his hand underneath the developed blue veins.

"Hi Guy! This looks like a real feast fit for the kings!" Tom ran his fingers over the back of his head smoothing down an imaginary strand of hair. His brown hair was parted on the left side. The right side was combed backward diagonally across his head in a straight sweep.

Tom was in show business. His barber styled his hair to accentuate his young little boy like look and demeanor.

"I'm glad to see you Tom and I wish that I could see more of you, but Sandy sends me home practically every night. It's sort of funny to have a bachelor's quarters and still be married, but I kind of like the idea. So you like the Sterling Silver Dinner Service that I have set out now? I wish that I could afford a set for my place, but Sandy says that I don't need any. What I don't understand is why I have to sleep on an army cot in the foyer, when I'm allowed to stay over."

"Guy, Guy... Guy. Why don't you shut your Goddamn mouth, because you haven't anything to say anyway really, and besides which, I don't want to here it. Now please, dear set the biscuits out. I just heard the bell in the oven signal they are ready."

 Sandy had been looking at Guy and it was obvious that Guy enjoyed being married to Sandy. The outfit that Guy was wearing was preposterous. He was barefoot and had silver shackles encircling his ankles. His wrist bracelets were almost identical except that they had some Chinese or oriental art work engraved on their surfaces. Guy was wearing white silk bell bottom trousers.

Guy's shirt was a transparent aqua colored affair with ruffles running down the front and was covered by a thinly woven Cashmere vest. His peter was plainly outlined in his trouser leg and laid there limp looking. The only time that it had showed signs of life was when Sandy started to berate him. At that time, Tom thought he had noticed Guy's dong throb.

Guy came back into the living room with a tray laden with biscuits. Sandy and Tom were seated on the sofa sipping drinks. "Where's mine?" Guy whined, with a hurt look on his face.

"Oh, Guy, don't be such an arse. Answer the door Guy. Can't you hear the bell ringing? Man alive, are you stupid. Come on get your arse into gear and open the fucking door."

Guy trotted to the door obediently and called out, in a whining manner, "Whooooo's theeeere? Caaaannn you reppppeat that?"

"Goddamned bastard, just open the fucking door. I can hear Paul saying his name from here. Why in the hell do you have to make such a project out of something so simple. I guess it's just that you're simple. Now get that fucking door open!"

Paul stepped through the door smiling to Guy, "Damn Guy. I would have thought you learned something by now. Wow! What a spread! Hiya Sandy! You sure do look gorgeous." Paul was wearing a bold tattersall plaid sport coat which was perfectly matched to his light and lively looking blue slacks. The end of his trousers just barely touched the glossy black leather moccasins on his feet. Paul was an impeccable dresser.

"Paul, I'd like you to meet Tom."

"Tom, I'd like to introduce you to Paul - this is Bijou, Tom's dog."

Paul reached down and petted the dog and said, "Gee. He is a fine looking animal. Has he had any training?"

Tom's eyes flickered to a smile and he conceded that Bijou had been taught just a few tricks. "Maybe later, I can demonstrate some of them for you. Bijou just loves to perform, right Bijou?"

Bijou eyes perked up at the mention of his name. Bijou knew what Tom was talking about and he wiggled his arse playfully.

"Guy, get Paul a drink, please dear."

"What does he drink dear? Does he drink Champagne or maybe I'll mix up one of my highballs. Or would he like some wine? You know we have red wine and white wine and sweet wine... but most people prefer to have a Sparkling wine with this type of dinn."

"Goddamn it. What is this nonsense? What in the hell are you talking about. This is not the time for a dissertation. Man, I said move your arse. Get him a drink, not drinks. Now Paul, sorry about this. What would you really like to have?"

Paul replied, "Whatever you are drinking."

"Guy, shake your arse. You heard the man."

Guy shuffled over the bar and made Paul a drink. As he padded back, he tripped over his own feet and poured the drink over Sandy's pink and blue shift. The cold drink with its ice cubes made Sandy jump to her feet from the shock. She screamed. "You Goddamn stupid son of-a-bitch. You are the clumsiest... you're the dopiest. Dumbo. Dumbo, now you've done it. You have finally done it!"

Sandy stood in front of Guy. She continued to shout, "I'm taking off my shift, my panties and my bra. Open your eyes stupid and look at me. Stop shaking. I want you to get on your knees. I'm going to make you suck my cunt." Sandy suddenly started to pummel Guy's shoulders as he stood in front of her.

Guy fell to his knees and he picked up Sandy's shift and tried to cover her exposed beautiful large titties with it.

Sandy wrapped him across the head with her open hand. "Kiss my toes! Aren't you glad I had these open toe boots made especially for you. Come on stupid, kiss them!"

Guy leaned forward and kissed Sandy's exposed toes. He licked them with relish until Sandy again commanded him, "Get my riding crop! I feel like riding. Come on stupid move your arse!" She turned and looked towards Paul and Tom on the sofa.

Paul and Tom were locked in a hot embrace. Tom's hands were stroking Paul's excited prick. The light from the candles threw long shadows across the bulge in Tom's crotch.

Paul slouched downward in his seat and spread his legs wide apart. His eyes were shut and he felt Tom unsnap the waist band of his powder blue form fitting slacks. His silk undershorts did little to hide his big black hard cock. It throbbed against its silken bonds. Paul spread his legs wider and he felt Tom tug at the elastic of his almost transparent undershorts. With half closed eyes he saw his beautiful rampant phallus throb. The head stretched itself into a wide brown knob.

"Go ahead Tom. Take a swat at it. Have you ever been sucked off by a man, Paul?"

Paul's head was lying back. He was breathing deeply. The aphrodisiac that she had put in the ice cube water evidently had taken effect. She knew that her cunt was on fire and Guy's attitude pleased her. He was docile.

Guy trotted back to Sandy's side. The riding crop was in his hand, "here is the riding crop, dear. You did want the riding crop didn't you. I didn't know which one to bring you. You have a black one and a white one and this brown one."

Sandy frowned and arched her eyebrows. She looked downward at Guy and said, "Why the hell did you bring the three of them. You know I like the white one." She took the white riding crop, stepped back and slashed at Guy's face. "Tell me why I like the white one, Guy? Does it work better or is it because of its color? Anyway take your goddamned fucking clothes off. I want to be able to get at you good. I want you to be my personal pony. Besides, which, whoever heard of a fucking pony wearing clothes. And you are my pony and I am going to whip your arse!"

Guy was naked and folding his clothes, when he felt Sandy's riding crop cut across his arse. "Eiiiii Eiiiii eiiiii." Guy continued to fold his clothes.

He heard Sandy's voice thunder, "You dumb sonofabitch. Get on your knees." Guy fell to his knees in front of Sandy and assumed an almost praying position. His head was turned upwards, hands were clasped in behind of his back and his eyes were shut. Guy's cock was in semi- hard condition and Sandy reached down and pushed it from side to side with the end of her riding crop. Her other hand reached over and picked up two of the aphrodisiac loaded ice cubes. Then she laid down on the gold and black leopard skinned rug.

Guy watched Sandy lie on her back and spread her legs. He saw her gaping trench, hot and wet in front of him. He was glad that Sandy had commanded him to open his eyes a few moments ago. He looked to the left and saw that Tom was on his knees and sucking Paul's rampant black prick. Tom's right hand was working up and down the red meat shaft that hung out of Bijou's sheath. Bijou just laid there oblivious to everything. Paul's hand was on top of Tom's bobbing brown head. He felt Tom's tongue move around his hot knob. Tom's hand kept moving up and down Bijou's cock and his tongue whipped around and around on Paul's inflamed cock head. Every once in a while Paul felt Tom's tongue dig and gouge, and try to plough up his piss hole.

Guy was happy. Tom and Paul were so involved with one another that they did not see his nakedness. Guy turned his head back again towards Sandy's hot red slot and he saw her shove two ice cubes up into it.

"This is the ice for your drink, Guy. Two ice cubes shoved up my cunt." Sandy rolled back, throwing her legs outstretched into the air. Her hands held her hips in a bicycle riding exercise position. "All right Dumbo, pour the wine over the Spanish Fly ice cubes in my cunt!"

Guy shuffled over on his knees to the table. He looked at the bottles of wine, trying to decide if he should have the white wine, the red wine or what kind he should have. He thought about different taste of each kind...

"You bastard. Where are you? Fucko! What are you doing? Get the white wine and get back over here. Your ice cubes are melting."

"But... but... I don't know which wine to bring. Shall I bring the red wine, or the white wine

"Dumbo! Jerk! Bastard! Get your arse moving and just bring any kind of wine. Don't you get it? Do I have to spell it all out for you. I want you to drink your wine with ice cubes from my cunt. Now get any wine and bring it over here. It doesn't matter which, because it will be cunt flavored wine, especially put out by Sandy, Inc. You dumb arse hole."

 Guy grabbed the first bottle of wine his hands reached and shuffled back to Sandy's outstretched legs and arse, still on his knees. His hips swung back and forth and his cock began to grow from the sound's of his master's voice. "Here is the wine dear. I brought you the red wine, because it mixes well with your lovely tasting cunt juice." Guy poured a little of the wine into Sandy's cunt and leaned down between her outstretched legs to drink his drink.

"No, no stupid. Put enough wine in for a real drink. I want it to mix with the ice cubes if there are any left yet. In fact, you had better add a couple of more ice cubes."

 Guy reached over and picked up another ice cube in his right hand. The thumb and index finger of his left hand pushed Sandy's cuntlips apart. He placed the ice cube right on top of the honey pot hole and with a quick shove he plopped it inside. He felt his cock start to stretch and grow and he savored the feeling. He put the mouth of the wine bottle to Sandy's gaping hole and poured wine on top of the ice cubes in Sandy's vagina.

"All right stupid. Drink your drink. You wanted it bad enough. You've been sulking every time someone puts a glass to their lips. Now suck. Drink your drink!"

Tom and Paul looked up and Paul said, "A toast to our lovely hostess. Well man, just don't look at me, drink! Let me see you suck your old lady's cunt!"

Tom patted Bijou and said, "Go get it Bijou. Go get it." Bijou stood up and his raw meat hung out. With a little urging from Tom, Bijou bounded over to Guy. He put his cold snout up against Guy's cock and his tongue flicked out against Guy's pendulous ball sac.

"Do you like Bijou's tongue on your cock, Guy? Come on stupid, take one second and answer me."

Guy lifted his mouth for a moment and blurted out, "It feels different dear. I've never had a dog suck or lick at my cock. It does feel different. It sort of feels good. It reminds me of the time." and he heard Sandy interrupt.

"Bastard, I don't need one of your fucking spiels now. Just suck and drink your drink and shut up!"

Bijou's tongue flicked around and around Guy's crotch balls, arse and shaft. His twirling tongue had been in and out of Guy's ass and Guy had enjoyed the feeling. This is what he wished Sandy would do sometimes.

Tom and Paul got up from the couch and moved closer so they could watch Guy drinking from Sandy's upturned cunt and Bijou sucking at Guy. They enjoyed watching Bijou. Tom nudged Paul and pointed to the way Bijou was able to flick and jam his tongue practically all the way up into Guy's ass.

Tom commanded Bijou, "Bijou, fuck! Fuck! Come on boy. Up and at 'em. He helped Bijou put his front legs around Guy's waist. Then he deftly guided Bijou's cock so that its small very pointed head rested against Guy's saliva wet brown rimmed ass. Bijou knew what to do. He humped his hind quarters and his prod pushed and opened the tight sphincter muscle. Bijou's cock must have been about five inches long and he had it jammed up Guy's wiggling ass like a sword in its scabbard. He had it ploughed so deep into Guy's ass that Guy was forced to raise his head from Sandy's upturned hot cunt. He was still on his knees and Tom now stood in front of him. Tom was naked and his large uncircumcised cock bobbed up and down in front of Guy's eyes. It was fully ten inches long, and about two inches wide. It throbbed and was alive like a gigantic pink skinned snake. The urethra was swollen and purple veins were outlined under the thin soft skin covering Tom's large crank.

Sandy opened her eyes and lowered herself from the bicycle riding position. She got to her knees along side of Guy. "Watch what I do! Watch! Guy, just watch!" She turned her he and gently sucked in one of the balls that dangled beneath Tom's large prod. It was a large mouthful and she had difficulty sucking it all in, but she finally made it. She felt its hardness and the muscle attaching it to the crotch inside of the scrotum. The flat of her tongue felt the canal that carries the sperm upwards and pumps it through the urethra. Her finger reached up and touched the hole of Tom's cock. It was wet and slippery. "All right, Guy. This is what you do. Come on. Do like I showed you."

Guy stayed on his knees, but dropped forward onto his hands. He looked like a huge hairless dog, especially with Bijou pumping his red meat up Guy's inflamed ass. Guy felt Bijou's grip around his waist become stronger and harder. The dog's motions became more convulsive and Guy felt a knob grow on the end of Bijou's plowing red cock. The dog shuddered and Guy felt the spasm run through the dog's cock that was so deeply buried up his ass.

"Damn it Guy. What makes you so slow. I guess I have to ride you and break you. Do you remember? Your so fucking stupid, I'll show you again!"

Sandy threw one leg over Guy's asscheeks. She held the white riding crop in her hands and said, "Giddyap Guy. Giddyap." Sandy brought the riding crop down smartly across Guy's bare rump once, twice and the red welts started to raise on his soft arse skin.

He felt Sandy's bare arse and hot cunt press against his back. Her open cunt felt hot and wet as it kissed his vertebra with its open mouth. He felt the cunt juice dribbling out. The wetness made Sandy's open mouthed cunt slide easily over one or two vertebra. Her spur cock felt like a hard wet muscle up against his back. It throbbed and Guy wished he could be sucking on it now. He started to move around the room with Sandy pulling on his hair and kicking her heels into his flanks. Her riding crop rose and fell harder and faster and Guy crawled more quickly around the room. His arse was smarting and red colored marks crisscrossed his asscheeks.

Sandy kept whipping Guy's arse and pulling hard on his hair. Her milk white globes were thrust forward as she guided him back so that he faced Tom's towering semen dripping tool.

Sandy kept her grip on Guy's hair, pulling backward and whipping even harder on his arse. The white riding crop became red stained and the welts started to open and become bloody. The white riding crop was stained and she felt Guy's excitement mount and Sandy knew that the ice cube aphrodisiac had taken effect. She wrapped and pressed her legs around Guy's waist and hips harder. Both of her feet locked in front and over Guy's now throbbing cock. His hot juice dripped in beads on Sandy's clenched feet. Sandy pulled hard on Guy's hair, making his lips touch Tom's extended cock.

"Open your eyes, stupid. Look what I have for you Guy. I want you to suck Tom's tool." Sandy reached around and pulled downward on Guy's chin. She looked up and said, "Go Tom."

Tom pushed his cock head into Guy's mouth. He felt Guy convulsively wrap his lips around his blood swollen shaft.

Sandy climbed off of Guy's back and continued to swipe at his blood streaked asscheeks.

Guy pulled his head backward off of Tom's hot cock. "Oh, I want to suck your cunt. I want to suck your cunt, Sandy. Fuck me in the arse, Paul?" Guy resumed his sucking, slurping and licking. He liked the taste of Tom's hot joy juice. His tongue continued to wrap itself around Tom's rampant engine of love. His flicking tongue touched the sensitive nerve endings around the glans head of Tom's swollen and very excited cock.

Guy heard Sandy command, "Swallow! Swallow! You Goddamn mother fucker. I'm going to make Paul fuck you in the arse. Come here Paul. Let me feel your big gorgeous cock."

Paul moved close to Sandy and said, "Here baby. Hold my hot meat in your loving hands. Do you feel how excited it is? Just look how big it is growing? It must be twelve inches long and at least eight inches around in girth. Look Sandy, look at my love juice coming out of the hot hole."

"I want to suck it Paul," Sandy cried. "I want to taste your hot sperm. Come on Guy suck Tom's cock. Fuck. Don't stop. Guy when I tell you to open your mouth, you take your head from Tom's bursting cock and turn it upwards.

"I'm going to give you a taste of Paul's lovely hot sperm that is mixed with my saliva. Come on you dumb bastard, suck.  Suck harder and keep your Goddamn fucking eyes open. I want you see the hard fat dripping cock that you are sucking. Let me hear the sounds also, Dumbo."

"Tom, why don't you pull on his ears. Maybe they'll stretch just like Dumbo so that I can really call him Dumbo and mean it."

Tom moaned, "Ohhhhh. Ahhhhhh. Suck it, you sonofabitch."

Guy's head bobbed up and down. Up and down and he felt Sandy's hands pinching the raw bloody asscheeks. It made his cock throb and dribble, but he wasn't allowed to touch himself He remembered Sandy's words, 'Keep your fucking hands off yourself, bastard. Do what you're supposed to be doing. Suck! If you take your hands off of me, it is just like cheating me.' He well remembered when Sandy had punished and put her foot on top of his cock and balls while she finger frigged herself, "Slurp... Slurp... Slurp."

Sandy leaned down in a squatting position so that she could better suck Paul's lovely throbbing full blown cock. She admired its blackness and its apparent strength. It was nice to see a real cock. She was so used to seeing Guy's dangling cock that a lovely juicy hard stiff prick was right up her alley. She might even like it shoved up high into her cunt. Her cunt was already creaming and throbbing with hot desire. She was thinking about what she was going to do to Guy. She would take the hot semen, dripping that she had sucked from Paul's cock, roll it around her tongue and command Guy to open up his mouth. Then she would take the hot gob of sticky cum and drop it in one big sticky piece into Guy's open mouth. She pictured Guy's mouth like a baby bird's with his mouth; wide open waiting to be fed by his mother. Sandy decided that now was the time to tie Guy up.

 She took her lips from Paul's cock and kept the great big lump of dribblings in one piece. She held it at the base of her mouth and she bellowed. "All right stupid, take your mouth from Tom's cock as soon as he comes and don't you dare to swallow it."

Tom grasped and pulled hard on Guy's ears. He ground his arse back and forth. "Guy suck, damn you. Suck. Don't play. Take it all. I want you to suck me. I'm going to cum in your mouth now and I'm going to hold your head down. Paul give me some help! Hold Guy down for me."

Guy sucked furiously licking and sucking at Tom's throbbing cock. He liked the taste of Tom's semen. He was afraid to tell this to Sandy as she might get angry with him. "Slurp... Slurp... Slurp."

Paul moved over near Tom and Guy saying, "Okay Tom. I love to watch Guy making you happy. I love to see his lips encircling your beautiful prick. Just imagine you're getting a virgin! Look Sandy. See how beautiful Tom's cock is moving." Paul grabbed Guy's head and firmly held it on Tom's cock. Guy was unable to do anything except suck and suck.

Sandy remarked, "Yes, that's right Paul! Guy has never sucked a man off, much less held the man's cum in his mouth. I wish you would cum Tom. Cum baby, cum. Now let me see you cum... now!"

Tom moaned, as he ground his hips in a tighter circle. His face was a beautiful contorted spasm. "Ohhhhh Ohhhhh. Ahhhhh. Lovely... Ahhhh. I'm cumming. I'm really cumming. Keep sucking. My cock is buried to the hilt. Yes suck." Tom came. He held Guy's ears and pumped Guy's head up and down over his spitting exciting cumming cock. The juices sprang from Tom's hot excited cock hole and struck the roof of Guy's mouth.

As Tom stepped back, Sandy said, "All right, Guy open your mouth. Open your mouth! Goddamn sonofabitch! I told you to keep your eyes open. You are a dirty motherfucker."

Guy turned his mouth away from Paul's cock and said, "Oh honey. Oh honey. I need to cum. I need to cum." Guy reached down to touch his half-hard dribbling dangling prick.

"Mother fucker, I told you time and time again, keep your hands off. Don't cheat on me. And damnit don't swallow Tom's hot beautiful white sticky sperm. Come on open your mouth. Open your mouth so that I can drop Paul's load in it and mix it with Tom's."

Guy tipped his head sideways and opened his mouth wide. He felt Sandy's pursed lips above his gaping wide, sperm filled mouth. He saw Sandy's lips get kissed shaped. Then with a quick motion he felt her drop her hot load into his mouth. "Ohhhh. Ohhhhh. It's so hot and sticky." Guy's eyes were closed.

"Open your eyes, you sonofabitch. Close your mouth, bastard and swish and swirl the mixture around your mouth. Don't swallow it! Taste it! Taste it! Enjoy it."

"This is fantastic. This is wonderful." Tom murmured, "I've never seen anything like this. I've never really had a scene with a woman. It is fantastic. It is wonderful. It makes my cock want to get hard again."

"Guy stop jerking off. Quick Paul, grab him. Tom you also, please."

"Have you got the mixture up good yet? When it's good and mixed I wish your master would allow you to spit the whole conglomeration into your hand and jerk off with it." Paul backed up and waited for Guy to go through and perform his bidding.

Sandy commanded, "You heard him slave! He is my guest so do his bidding. No nonsense now. No shit. Just do what you're told to, when your told to and shut up. A slave would be seen and not heard."

Guy put his palm that was pulled from his cock in front of his drawn in puckered-up lips. His tongue pushed forward and picked up the hot white sticky mixture from the base of his mouth. "Ohhhh. It tastes so good. Can I keep it in my mouth a little while longer? Can I please keep it a little longer?" Guy begged and pleaded with Sandy.

Sandy resisted the urge to slap him and said, "Stupid, just spit it into your hand and obey orders. Maybe I'll let you jerk off."

Tom and Paul both had their hands firmly around Guy. They were eagerly watching his every move. They were waiting to see what Sandy wanted them to do with Guy. "Boy, this is great fun. Are you enjoying this Guy?" asked Paul.

"Well, I don't know. I never have done it before. Now I liked the softness and hardness of Tom's prick when I was sucking it. I think he is a little longer than me. At least that is the way it seems to me. I think maybe Paul's prick is longer. I don't know."

"Dumbo, you stupid bastard! Don't give me any of your long involved explanations. Of course, both Tom's and Paul's pricks are longer than yours. Was there really any doubt about this? I have never even seen you with a 'prick'. I wonder if you ever had a prick. Now take that love juice and rub your penis with it. I want to see you masturbate yourself. Keep your fucking eyes open. If I told you once, I've told you a million times, watch what you're doing!"

Guy enjoyed hearing Sandy's voice telling him what to do. Now things were all right again, because his master had told him that he could play with himself. His cock rose slightly from the sound of Sandy's voice. His prick throbbed and he remembered Tom's cock as he had sucked on it. He reached down on his cock and started to rub it and play with it.

All three pairs of eyes were fastened on Guy. Even Bijou ambled over to see what was what. Bijou took one look at the scene and trotted over to Tom and began to lick Tom's arse. From the dog's actions everyone except Guy, could feel the softness of Guy's cock.

"Sandy, can I suck your cunt please? May I taste your sweet love juice? I want to put my lips tightly around your beautiful spur cock and feel it grow inside of my mouth."

"No, you may not suck my pussy. I want Paul to fuck me and I want you to watch. Just watch that nice black juicy cock fuck your wife. You cock sucker! You bastard! Tom and Paul, please take Guy over to that chair and tie him up with those rough strong ropes. Make certain that he has a good view of my rug over here. I want him to see our next scene so that maybe Dumbo can learn a few things. It's time we really showed him the ropes."

Paul and Tom dragged Guy to the chair and tied him securely. They placed the ropes inside the ankle bracelets and pulled each leg to the edge of the chair and wound the rope around the chair legs. Then they took another rope and again fastened it to his wrist bracelets. Paul and Tom tied each rope firmly to each arm as they had with his legs. There was a strap already in the chair and they fastened this across his chest. He really was well positioned. Tom pushed a button and raised Guy's chair up two feet to enable Guy to view the scene better.

The chair was one of Sandy's elaborate sex toys. It had all kinds of straps and binding built into its back arms and seat. It also raised up and down about three feet and could even be made to lay flat as a bed.

Guy had allowed himself to be literally picked up under the armpits by Tom and Paul. He had enjoyed the feeling of them dragging him across the room. It made his slippery, slimy cock start to get hard. Guy still had not achieved an orgasm. He had anticipated the cold feeling of the black leather seat back on his bare skin. The anticipation of having to sit in a hard leather covered, high armed and straight backed chair made Guy's cock become more stiff than usual. His cock in an almost partial erection swayed up and down, bending at the root. "Eiiiiii. Ahhhhh. Oouuuuuuuoooo."

"Shut up Guy. Do you want us to gag you?" Sandy instructed Paul who now stood on Guy's right to take the leather thongs that came out of the chair arms and fasten Guy's arms with them.

"Okay strap the arm down Paul. You do the same Tom."

Guy screamed, "No. No, I don't want to be gagged."

Sandy retrieved her white blood spattered whip and stood in front of Guy as he was being tied. She saw his cock standing almost upright. She lashed out with the riding crop catching Guy once across the base of his cock and on the return stroke on the tip. "That's better. Don't insult me, and shut up. Look at all that slime oozing out from your cock hole. Are you sexy? Does mama make you sexy?"

"Ohhhhh. Ahhhhhh. Oh Sandy, Oh Sandy. I want to suck your cunt."

"No, motherfucker. No. Just keep your eyes on me and watch the fun and shut up." Sandy stretched out on the floor in front of Guy. She saw Paul and Tom like black and white statues standing on either side of Guy. Their cocks were slimy and glistened as they worked their hands up and down their gleaming rampant shafts. One black and one white. "Tom! Pinch Guy's nipples while you jerk off."

"Paul, stop jerking off and get down between my legs and fuck me in front of Guy. I want to see how you do it. I want him to see a big strong masculine cock fucking his wife. I want him to know that I enjoy feeling your black hairy balls that are filled up with white sticky heavy sperm beat against the crack of my arse cheeks."

"Ohhhhh. Ohhhhh. Sandy, don't let him come near you. Let me suck it for you. You know how I love to suck your pussy. Don't let him fuck you. Let him fuck with Tom. I want to jerk off while I suck your cunt."

"Ha ha. You think you know what's going to happen, don't you. What would you like to happen? Well I'll tell you motherfucker bastard, Paul is going to fuck my cunt the way it should be fucked. He is going to shove his large, hard black juicy swollen tower into my flaming red hot belly. I am going to fuck him. I'm going to pump every bit of his black seed from the reservoir of his balls. Just you watch and see. See what you should be doing. Don't you wish you could fuck me way?"

"Ohhhhh. Ohhhhhh." Guy thought to himself, 'I wish I could fuck Sandy. I wish she didn't have to let that man fuck her. His cock is beautiful. It is so strong and hard looking. I don't want to watch him fucking my wife. I wish I wasn't tied down and that my cock was big and strong like his. Maybe if I try real hard I can imagine that I am fucking my wife, instead of him. What is the matter with me? Aren't I her slave? Yes, I am her good slave.' "Ohhhhh. Ohhhhhhh, Sandy please let me just suck your cunt. I'll do it good. I promise."

"Oh, dry up Guy. You are beginning to sound like a broken record. Can't you see this beautiful black juicy prick. Can't you see Paul getting ready to fuck me. So shut up or I'll shut you up." Sandy again lashed out with the whip landing it right on top of Guy's dangling cock.

Paul was like a bitch in heat only in the reverse. He put his large black hands on Sandy's smooth round, and very large jugs and pulled them up to his lips. He started to suck on her jugs and he could feel Sandy quivering underneath him. "Tom come and join me. Let us share this love together. Come and suck my cock while I nibble and suck Sandy. I want to eat this baby, before I fuck her. Guy, are you watching? Watch me! See what a real man can do. Your wife tastes delicious."

Tom strode over to Paul. He had been watching Paul attacking Sandy and had thought that perhaps Paul's cock would be wasted only on Sandy's pussy. But here was Paul asking him to come and suck his beautiful prick. "Sure, Paul I love to have my lips around your lovely big tool. Man, I sure love this fucking scene. Bijou get over to Guy and lick him. Just enjoy it. Get with the scene Bijou. Guy, watch me fuck your wife. That is what I'm going to do. I've never fucked a girl, but I think while Paul is fucking Sandy, maybe I'll fuck your wife in the ass."

Guy groaned, "Ohhhhh. Ohhhhh. You both are going to fuck my wife. Ohhhhh. I wish that I could get my cock hard enough to fuck her. Maybe shell let me suck her cunt later. Ohhhhhh."

"Shut up Guy. Just watch the scene. Oh Paul that feels so good. How did you know that I love my nipples to be licked and sucked. Oh Paul, the way you kiss my neck and run your lovely thick wet tongue up my neck and into my ear. It's delightful. I am anticipating your lovely cock in my hot cunt hole."

"Tom, oh Tom, you suck my cock just the right way. I love to feel your tongue swirling around the head and when you put the tip of your tongue into the little hole, it drives me crazy. I am licking Sandy's neck now and I can feel her twisting body underneath me. She is like a hot coal burning with desire. Can you feel her heat? Reach your hand out and touch her arse."

Tom reached out and put his hand between Sandy's arse cheeks. He really had never fooled around much with women as it wasn't his specialty. But Sandy felt good to him. He ran his finger tip around and around her brown rimmed ass. He could feel her quivering and she was so hot to his touch. He dug his other hand in Paul's groin and moved his mouth quickly back and forth and around Paul's now very swollen hot know. He thought to himself in his typical manner, 'Maybe I can suck him off before he can fuck Sandy.' Tom really wanted to eat all of Paul's delicious tasting juice. 'Why should it be wasted inside a cunt?'

Guy continued to watch and groan, "Ohhhhh."

Sandy said, as though reading Tom's mind, "I am going to let Guy suck my cunt after Paul drops his hot load deep into my belly. Guy can you see me? Look at me Guy. Open your fucking eyes! Can you see these two beautiful pricks? They are both mind. Don't you wish you could be a real man? But I guess there is no hope of your cock ever becoming a real cock."

Sandy felt Paul's hot lips sucking her body. It was as though he was eating her alive. His huge black creamy tongue flicked back and forth finding every crevice and tender sensitive spot in her body. She was in ecstasy and this was her night. "Ohhh Paul, Tom... you are both so wonderful. Tom I can see your lips and mouth completely engulfing Paul's phallus deep inside of your throat. I can see by your eyes that have become narrow slits that you are really digging his hard delicious juicy prick. Suck Tom. Suck! Oh Paul... Please fuck me, fuck me."

Paul said, "Not yet baby. Let me lick you some more. I want to really eat every part of you. I want to drink your piss. Please lay back and enjoy baby. I'm glad you dig watching Tom suck me, because soon I'm going to take my throb engine and plough it in you so deep that you'll scream for me to stop. Look at Guy's face. That bastard no good husband of yours has shut his fucking eyes again. What is with him?"

Sandy leaned back and flicked a switch lowering Guy almost to the ground. Grabbing her whip she began to beat him. She was so angry that she did not listen to his screams. "How dare you make one of my guests angry? You are my slave and you know that you are here to please me and to please my guests."

Guy whimpered, "I'll be good. Ohhhh. Please don't whip me. Let me suck your cunt. Stop this fucking. I can suck you."

"Shut up bastard. I want to fuck these beautiful cocks. What's with you? Are you dizzy in the head or something. Keep those fucking eyes open. Just watch Tom and Paul use their beautiful tools on me." She lashed out once again with the whip and it landed right across his balls.

Guy moaned, "Ohhhhh. Ahhhhh." Secretly though, he felt his cock growing each time Sandy shouted at him. He was beginning to enjoy the scene and his ears had really perked up when he heard Sandy mention that Guy was to be allowed to suck her pussy. Guy felt that he had better keep his eyes glued to his wife's pussy while it was being fucked so that he would not miss the chance to suck her lovely cunt. He remembered the delicious taste of Tom's juicy cock when he had pumped it dry. The taste had been delicious and he wondered if Paul's flavor was the same.

Tom continued to suck Paul's swollen rod and play with Sandy's arse hole. He thought about jamming his rod into her tight arse and decided that maybe it would be just the right size. He always liked small tight holes because they could really squeeze and grasped and suction all of his cock to a complete satisfying finish. Lifting his head from Paul's cock, he said. "Oh Paul, you have such a delicious tool, but I would like very much to fuck Sandy in the arse. Would you mind! I really don't want to offend you because you know how much I love to suck you off."

Paul stopped sucking Sandy's tits. They had become swollen from his kisses and you could see tiny bluish marks running up each side of her neck and all around her beautiful white mounds. The nipples had been stretched and pulled taut and were standing very erect. They were almost begging to be sucked. "Tom! I dig you fucking Sandy in the arse. Man, I just dig that scene. Do you mind if I join the action and I'll get my hot hard prick inside of her inflaming trench and maybe if we both push hard enough we can feel the tips of our cocks through the thin membrane separating the anus from the vagina.

"Guy, open your eyes and feast upon the three of us now. Just watch what you are missing. If you are good, I'll let you suck my cunt out. Bijou come over here. I want to see Guy suck your raw meat cock while I'm being fucked. That's a good boy Bijou." Sandy rolled to her side to allow Tom to start the action.

Tom's cock was swollen and ready to burst. The veins were rushing the blood to its very head and the knob was swollen and extended. He took a big gob of Paul's sperm from his mouth, where he had been saving it, and put it on his hard anxious prick. His probing fingers opened up Sandy's brown rimmed ass. He placed the tip of his cock against the rim and began to push it in and out. At first only the very end of it would go in. He was afraid maybe Sandy wouldn't be able to take it. He worked the tip in and out until her arse seemed to open up and beg him to jam his tool deep within her. He buried it deeply within her arse and he could feel her muscles squeezing and teasing his complete prick. She had somehow managed to engulf it to the hilt and he was enjoying all of the sensations. "Oh Sandy, this Is so exciting. Are you enjoying it?"

"Ohhhhhh. Ahhhhh." Guy had been watching Tom shove his eight inch prick deep inside of his wife's ass. He envied every inch of Tom's beautiful cock. He wished that it was his broken down cock that was ramming and jamming itself inside of his wife.

"Tom, your cock is so delicious. It feels so good. Do you like the way I move my arse back and forth on it? Is it all really inside of me? Guy are you seeing this? I'm being fucked in the arse with a large wonderful cock. Now watch what Paul is going to do. Can you see Guy? Answer me dummy! Answer me when I speak to you!"

"Yes! Yes Sandy. I see you. Please may I suck you? Please may I suck ."

"Shut up. That's enough lip you Goddamn no good bastard. Paul where are you? Please fuck me now Paul. Drive your beautiful ten inch prick home. Now?"

Paul was ready and willing. He sandwiched himself up against Sandy and threw one leg over Tom's arse. "You don't mind, do you Tom?" He didn't wait for an answer, but drove his swollen prod deep inside of Sandy's waiting hot dripping wet love hole. He wanted to try and reach up to her mouth with his prick, so that she could taste it.

Bijou padded over to the scene. His large round low hung balls swung in the air and his red raw meat prick was growing larger. He stood over Sandy's face and waited for Sandy to begin to suck him. He knew that she wanted to suck him.

Guy thought to himself, 'She sucks the dog and she won't even touch me. She let's Tom fuck her in the arse and she won't let my cock near her arse. She let's Paul fuck her pussy till it's all beat up and I never get my prick near it. Oh, well I am her slave, her one and only slave. I can suck her cunt. Maybe she'll even let me hold my cock and jerk it off?'

Tom was humping Sandy's arse and the beating of the two cocks inside of her made Sandy bounce back and forth between them. Tom felt Sandy's quivering ass pinch the end of his rampant engine. The driving of Tom's cock made the sexual pressure in his balls build up till he hollered, "I'm cumming. Can you feel the squirting sperm through the thin membrane that separates us Paul?"

Paul responded, "Yes! Yes! I can feel the throbbing of the head of your cock. Keep cumming. Keep cumming. Do you like to watch your wife being buggered and fucked in front of you?" Paul kept up a running commentary on the staccato spasms that Tom sent through to him.

Sandy felt her spur cock being crushed up against the hairy base of Paul's throbbing and convulsing prick. Her little man was stiff as a poker and the entire length of it was sensitized. Every movement made Sandy scream out her ecstasy in obscenities. "Fuck. Cunt. Prick. Arse hole. Bastard. Do you like what you see Guy? Isn't it juicy to watch and see me being done in by these two beautiful studs? When they are done I'm going to make you suck me out. Do you hear that you bastard? I really want to make you crawl. Crawl over and suck my ass out also. Hear me, you bastard? Open your eyes and look you filthy swine lowlife!"

Guy shuddered and opened his eyes to the sight of his keepers in the throws of a wracking orgasm. He moaned, "Ohhhh. Ohhhhhhh. Please let me suck your ass. I want to taste Tom's cum as it drips out." Guy strained forward against his bonds. He felt the rough ropes cut against his flesh and it made his cock attain a full erection.

Bijou continued to lap at Guy's cock head and swipe his rough tongue across Guy's balls. Guy cried out, "I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum Sandy! Please let me cum."

Just as the first beads of semen made themselves visible at the top of Guy's cock he felt the stinging bit of her riding crop across the inflamed knob. His red tool shriveled to it's normal condition just as she felt her own torrents of love gush out and surround Paul's ploughing driving, prick. The juice saturated the black bushy down on Paul's pubic mound. "Iiiiieiiie."

Sandy started to scream. "Eiiiiii. Ahhhhhh. Eieieieieieieieieiei." The sound became louder and louder. "Ohhhhh Ohhhhhh. Errrrrr. Ahhhhh." She felt Paul turn his head away because she knew that she was screaming uncontrolled in his ear. She felt Paul's body quiver, jerk and twist as he ground his prick into her very stiff spur cock.

"OhhhhhOHHHHHHHHH."

She felt Tom's orgasm coming again. He was fantastic. Two in a row. Wow! She also thought of Guy and said, "Are you watching you bastard? Are you watching? I'm going to clench my asscheeks and cunt together and hold all this delicious cum inside of me so that I can make you suck and lick every bit of the drippings from my hot sex holes."

Quickly she pushed Tom and Paul away from her. She slapped her right hand over her inflamed gaping red gash to hold the cum up inside of herself. She clenched her asscheeks in a spasm and held the juice from dripping out of the ass and down her legs. "Untie him! Untie that dirty motherfucker. Now is the time. Paul, free the bastard. Tom, please help him. Can't you see if I move, all of your splendid drippings will drop out of my body and we'll cheat my slave from his pleasure."

Tom and Paul quickly untied Guy and laid him on the ground flat waiting for Sandy's juices. Tom held Guy's arms above his head. Paul sat on Guy's stomach. His cock almost reached Guy's chin. He reached in back and grabbed Guy's balls and pushed downwards. He twisted at the same time.

Sandy hovered over Guy with her hand still clutching her fiery burning red trench closed. She squatted downwards and pressed her slimy brown ass up against Guy's pursed and already sucking lips. "Suck Guy. Suck. Suck all of Tom's sperm out of my ass. You're my slave."

She felt his lips encircling the sphincter muscle; and his tongue darted in and out of its tight circle. Sandy moaned, "That's good... that's good. Clean it up, you bastard!" She strained herself and let loose a gigantic fart and she felt Guy breathe and suck everything inward. Sandy exclaimed. "Ah, that cleans the tubes out good. This is a good ream job. Ohhhhh."

Tom and Paul pressed Guy even tighter to the floor as Sandy reversed her position and moved forward. She placed her gaping wet red split on Guy's slippery cum-soaked face.

Sandy started to move her sopping wet cunt that was dripping with Paul's sperm up and down and across Guy's face. She felt his clutching searching, sucking lips brush all over her slippery slimy crotch. The gyrating arse and cunt that Sandy had pressed all over Guy's face suddenly centered itself over Guy's sucking open mouth. She felt his tongue dart inside against her labia majora and inner lips. His stroking tongue brought out another torrent of her sweet love juice. This also mixed with Paul's sperm and was immediately driven down Guy's throat.

Sandy moaned, "Ohhhhh. Ohhhhhhh. It feels so good to drop my whole pussy full into my slave's mouth. I can feel my spur cock. It is about ready to explode. Ohhhhhh. Ahhhhhhh."

Guy opened his mouth wider and sucked all the delicious hot dripping juices out of his mistresses love hole. He caught every single drop in his mouth savoring the individual taste. He could first taste the semen of Tom when Sandy had allowed Guy to suck her arse. Then he tasted Paul's mixture on top of Tom's. It was delightful. He could feel Sandy's spur cock still growing under his nibbling and sucking. His tongue swirled up and down the entire length of her gash. He nibbled at the base and head of her inflamed spur cock. He felt her grind and heard her moans. He knew that now his time had come to please her.

Guy felt Paul's hand come away from his tortured balls and grasp his dripping wet, half-hard cock. Guy wished that he could tell Paul to slide his hand up and down more quickly and not let his scum dry up. He couldn't talk, because he knew now that it was almost time for Sandy to drop her load into his waiting sucking mouth.

"Let me feel your tits and squeeze your nipples while you grind away against Guy's mouth. I've never squeezed a woman's tits before Sandy and the thought excites me. I hope you don't mind my experimenting," Tom whispered. It was as if Tom was so hot and horny that his vocal cords only allowed him to whisper. "Please. Please Sandy?"

Sandy nodded her head, 'yes' and also grabbed Tom's nipples between her fingers. She ground her arse even harder against Guy's sucking mouth. Sandy moaned, "Ohhhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhh. I'm cumming. I'm cumming. I feet like I'm out of this world. Like I am floating in a blue sky spread-eagle and in limbo. It's wonderful. Keep sucking Guy. You have the right spot. Just don't let go."

Paul bent forward and nipped at Sandy's full blown moving asscheeks. His sharp teeth caught minute quantities between them and bit. He knew this slight pain would make Sandy spend even harder.

Sandy cried out, "Ohhhhhh. Errrrrrr."

Guy responded to Sandy's cries by sucking and nipping more furiously at Sandy's dripping gaping hot gash and Paul's nips that drew blood from her backside intensified the fantastic feeling that was making her vibrate.

Her head spun and the thought of Tom's almost virgin hands, pinching and plucking at her nipples made Sandy throw her head back and scream, "Ahhhhhhh. Shit! Ouuuuuuu. Fuck me! Fuck me! Yes, hit the spot. Ohhhhhh."

Paul bellowed, "Go baby! Go!"

Sandy screamed louder, "Ohhhhh. I'm spilling my guts. This is the fucking killer. Oh Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Tom screeched, "Come Sandy! Come! Come! Come! Come!"

"Ohhhhhhh. I'm cumming. That's it. I've spilled my guts. I've dropped my load. Come on you motherfucker suck my cunt out. Clean it up. Get every drop. Here, this will help wash it down."

Guy felt Sandy let loose a torrent of very hot yellow piss. He tried to pull his head away and he begged for a moment, "No. No. No."

"Shut up bastard! Just drink me. Paul, Tom hold him down. Hold this motherfucker down so I can piss in his mouth. Shit, bastard, son-of-a- no good bitch. Now, I've got you."

Tom and Paul held the bucking Guy to the ground. They knew he wanted to escape their grip, but it was three against one.

Guy's body bucked harder and then his fighting stopped when Sandy commanded him to drink.

Sandy pissed in a never ending hot stream while Guy's working sucking mouth swallowed and gobbled at her cunt. It felt so good to be completely satisfied.

Guy felt the stream of urine trickle to a stop and then spurt one or two times. It was a good thing that very little ran down his cheeks and onto his chin, because he knew that Sandy would not like that to happen. Guy's cock beat against his belly. He was a feather's touch away from an orgasm and he wished that Sandy would allow him to go to the bathroom and jerk off.

Paul and Tom climbed off of Guy's prostrate and naked helpless body. Sandy ground out the last spasms of her orgasm on Guy's mouth. She allowed Guy to lie on the floor between her spread legs as she stood above him.

Guy begged, "Sandy, can I go to the toilet now? I must piss."

"You dirty bastard. You just want to go there and jerk off and cheat me. I know where your fucking head is at. I'm going to be good to you though. I'm going to reward you. You have my permission to jerk off right here. We all want to see how you do it. Mind you now, make certain that you catch every drop as it shoots out of your cock and make sure that your mouth is open so that nothing gets on the rug. If anything gets on the rug I'm going to chain you up on the wall and go out. Start now!"

Guy grabbed his meat in his right hand. His fist slid up and down the length of his shaft once or twice. His eyes were open and his mouth hovered over his bursting cock head. Guy felt very nervous. He had never cum in front of an audience. He felt his cock start to die and shrivel so he began to whip harder at it.

"Go man. Go! Beat that meat! Come on Guy. Let's see you shoot your load!" Paul's word seemed to bolster Guy's flagging strokes.

"Oh, I can see your good at this Guy. I'm going to let you jerk Bijou off when you take care of him. That is, after you feed and walk him. Your lovely wife, Sandy can give you instructions later. Right now I want to see you squirt your jism into your own mouth and swallow it!"

"Sonofabitch! Dirty bastard! Cunt lapper! Arse sucker! Cock sucker! Cat