The Turning - Part 2

Emma left me in the shower with detailed instructions. I was to shave completely from the neck down, leaving my skin bare and smooth everywhere. This was to include all the cracks and crevices found on my anatomy. I did my best, and managed to pass muster on every spot except my back, the places I couldn't reach. Emma finished those spots for me and finished by close inspection of all the other areas.

Next she pulled out a large rubber bag with a hose and a nozzle. She guided me to the toilet, where she bent me over, inserted the nozzle with some gel into my backside, and a sudden gush of pressure filled my bowels. There was an incredible urge to release it all, which Emma warned me to avoid. She had me hold it for 5 minutes, release it, and then repeated the process. "You did fairly well," she grudgingly admitted. "Now I want you powdered down and dressed in the clothes laid out in the bedroom."

I brushed my hair back and applied antiperspirant to my newly bare underarms. It stung a little, but not unpleasantly. I used a hair dryer around the chastity device, and then applied powder to all the appropriate areas. I stepped into the bedroom to find a stack of clothes waiting as promised. There was a purple silk button up shirt, black trousers, black belt, dark brown deck shoes and a choker with rings on the front, back and sides. There was a conspicuous absence of socks and briefs. I put them on, including the choker. The clasp folded down over a small loop, and I was unsure if it was fastened correctly, but Emma put those fears to rest when she came into the room.

"I see you have it all on, and correctly too, I might add!" she said with a pleased note. She was dressed to kill, wearing a black short dress with see-through lace décolletage. The neckline was round, and the stretch material began in arches over her nipple area, leaving a lot of the see-through lace covering her chest. There was a fringe running along the top of the material, giving a shimmering effect when she moved or with a stray breeze. Her next to nothing black pumps barely covered her toes, but had a wicked looking spike heel that attached to a ret velvet cuff around her ankle with black laces.

She slipped her hand up to the back of the collar and I heard a small "snick" as she locked the choker in place. She then placed the key on its golden chain around her neck. "I got this lock the same time as the one on your chastity belt" she said. "The same key fits both locks. That's convenient, don't you think?"

Harry wore black trousers and sport jacket, with a deep blue shirt, open at the neck revealing a heavy gold chain. I fingered my collar, asking if wearing it would be a problem wherever we were going. They both smiled, and Harry said that it would me no problem for him. Emma laughed and told me not to worry. She said that we should be off, and Harry handed me a set of keys. He led us out to the street to his silver Mercedes sedan where Emma had me open their door. They climbed into the back seat, and I got in to drive.

With her head on Harry's shoulder, and her hand on his upper thigh, she gave me directions. We parked in a lot at a nice seafood restaurant, and I opened doors like a good servant. I started to go in with them, but Emma stopped me with one hand and said "The chauffeur stays in the car while we eat. We'll take care of your dinner later." I was hungry, but didn't have much choice.

I waited for 90 minutes before they came out arm in arm and laughing. I guess I didn't jump up and get the door quickly enough; Emma reached through the open window and slapped the side of my face. I got out, embarrassed, and then she pushed my head down until I was on my knees. "Next time you pick us up at the door. Now apologize" she went on.

She lifted the front of her skirt, baring her red panties, and told me to kiss her mound. I did that and then she told me to apologize to Harry the same way. He stepped up close and Emma pushed my face into his crotch until I made a kissing sound. He stepped back as they both laughed and I let them into the car once more. She told Harry to give me directions, said it was time for her dessert, and wiped her lipstick off with a handkerchief. As Harry was speaking she unzipped his pants and leaned over, taking his cock into her mouth.

It was difficult to follow his directions, as the sounds she made were distracting. From the noises I could imagine her lips playing along his shaft, sliding up and down as his cock became long and thick. Her breaths would cut off suddenly as his manhood penetrated her throat, and the small sounds told a story of nibbling, licking and kissing on his shaft and helmet. My own cock, trapped in its cage, tried to respond to no avail. I felt the plastic bars pressing against my flesh where it tried to expand.

With great difficulty, we managed to arrive at our destination without a major accident, or being arrested. I got out and opened the door. This time Emma motioned for me to follow them. We entered a bar with several pool tables and dartboards, and a varied clientele. There were leather clad biker types, and yuppies in shirts and ties. Blue collar, after work groups played pool as down-dressed college types threw darts. There was a racial mix as well, with whites numbering a few more than the blacks and Latinos.

We sat at a booth in the back corner, where Harry and Emma ordered drinks. "I'll have a Stohli martini, very dry" Emma started, "and Harry here will have a Crown on the rocks." Harry excused himself while the drinks were being prepared. I started to ask for a beer, but Emma stopped me with a glance. "There'll be time for drinks later" she told me. I sat back to see what happened next, and Emma pulled a set of papers from her purse.

As she unfolded them, I saw that they were computer printouts of pictures. There were three people in various stages of undress... then with a sudden lurch in my gut I realized that they were from this afternoon's activities. Under each of the pictures she started writing something. Harry returned, and whispered something to Emma, then started to nurse his drink. When Emma finished writing, she pulled out three envelopes and inserted a folded page into each. I started to ask about the pictures, but again she put me off. "All your questions will be answered in time" was all she said.

Emma closed the envelopes without sealing them, and started writing on the outside. I could read this much: "Graphic pictures enclosed of a sexual nature. Do not open unless this does not offend you." Then she motioned a waitress over. "I'd like to buy those gentlemen over there a drink" and she pointed at a table where three black men sat drinking and laughing. They were in their mid-twenties, and dressed like laborers, in plaid quilt lined shirts, work slacks and work boots.

While the bartender prepared the drinks, Emma continued to look around the room. I kept trying to see where Emma's gaze fell. The waitress loaded her tray and carried the drinks to the table, where the three men looked a little surprised, but then smiled and waved a thank you. Emma handed me an envelope.

"Now I want you to take this to those men. Don't say anything, even if they talk to you. This is very important, that you do not speak. They may write on the note, or give you a verbal response, but either way bring it straight back here. Now go!"

She was emphatic, and remembering the humiliation outside the restaurant I moved quickly to do as she said. The three men looked curiously at me as I approached. One of them held his hand out when I held up the envelope. I gathered the others looked to him as a leader, and handed him the note. He read the front with an amused and slightly bewildered expression, then looked up at me as he opened the letter.

I could see better from this angle, and there were two pictures at the top, side by side. In the first Emma was seating astride my chest with her hands on my nipples, and Harry had his cock against my lips. It was obvious from this view that his length and girth were impressive. In the second, the only change was that Harry's pubic bone was pressing against my chin with his entire length obviously buried in my throat. I heard the man with the note whisper under his breath when he took in the picture's contents: "(sheeit... )".

Under the picture Emma had written:

"The slave standing next to your table used to be my husband. Tonight I turned him into my sex slave. He lost a bet and wound up with my lover's cock in his throat, as you can see. It was his first experience sucking cock (but not his last). He was somewhat clumsy, but did manage to take it all in while Harry used his throat as a pussy. Tonight I plan to continue his training, but I need some volunteers to help me.

I am gathering a group of men who will give my little slave the practice he needs. I have adjoining rooms at the hotel next door, and there are two kegs of beer and plenty of snacks already set up in the room for those who participate. The invitation involves using my slave for the weekend. He will need to be taught to give head with skill, and be fucked repeatedly in the throat and ass.

My slave is not a white supremacist, but he does have the opinion that as a white he is superior. I felt that having someone other than whites training him would help to drive home his new status even more profoundly. This invitation is extended to the group of you at the table, and any friends of yours that might want to join in. Don't expect my cock slave of a husband to answer, he has been instructed not to speak. If you are sincerely interested then meet us in room 118-119 at 11 PM."

The man with the note read this quietly to those at the table, and they were very attentive, although they did look up at me from time to time. When he finished, one asked: "Did she really tell you not to talk?"

I didn't say anything, as I knew that the repercussions would be severe. He nudged the others, and said: "He is trained!" They laughed a bit, but it was a little stilted, as I could see they were thinking on the offer. They put their heads together and whispered a bit, then the leader looked up and said: "Do you want us to come and train you? Do you want to learn to suck black cock?" I reddened, and shook my head in a negative response without making a sound.

They laughed again, and he continued: "Come on now, all you have to do is say "No", out loud, and we will turn her down!" I still did not speak, as I could only imagine how angry Emma would be if I disobeyed her. He waved the letter at me, saying: "OK. Tell your mistress that we would be happy to donate this weekend to your training."

I walked back to the table fuming, unable to vent my frustration. I could still hear the laughter following me from across the room as I approached Emma. She smiled sweetly, and commended me for remaining quiet. "Holding your tongue is the first step in this program; soon you will be using your tongue for other things!" She and Harry chuckled merrily at her wit, thoroughly amused. I started to sit down, but she handed me another envelope, and pointed at a different table where the waitress was passing out drinks.

This table had two black men dressed in biker leathers. One was taller, at least 6'4", and lanky but big boned, the other was slightly shorter, perhaps 6'2", but very broad and muscular, I would guess about 350 lbs., with a heavy beard. They were dusty from their hair to their boots, as if they had ridden a good way. They were toasting at us with the gift drinks, as I started for their table with the note. They said yes also, and the tall one slapped my backside as I left to deliver the message. "I'll see your sweet little ass later," he quipped in an incredibly deep voice.

The next table was a group of four blacks and Latinos. The Latinos were young, perhaps twenty, and looked more embarrassed than interested. The blacks, however, seemed quite eager, and promised to make an appearance. After I delivered their response, Emma said: "Well, that's seven, and perhaps more if they have friends who might join in. I suppose it will have to do, although I was hoping for at least ten. After all, we're talking about a whole weekend here. Although some men can last a long time, or be good for several rounds, it will take at least ten to get the most from our time and efforts."

As it was approaching 11 PM Emma stood and led us out the door. She continued down the sidewalk toward a run down looking motel. The rooms on the side away from the street, where our rooms were, were vacant. She unlocked the door to a room with two double beds and a lower padded weight bench type item, but wider. She had me strip and lie down on this, face up, with my head hanging over the end but supported on a cushion.

She placed some items from the bag on one bed. There were cotton ropes, knee pads, the blindfold, the wrist straps, a couple of gags with a small penis on one and a ball on the other, a large black paddle with leather on one side and fleece on the other, and a leather thong whip. There was also a video camera with several blank tapes. She strapped my wrists to me ankles, and put the blindfold and penis gag on me.

"It is very important that you pay close attention this weekend," Emma began. "I want you to learn certain techniques that these men will teach you and allow you to practice. Keep in mind that the goal of all this hard work is to turn you into someone who knows how to please a man sexually. Your total focus and object will be to please your teachers. If they tell you to do something, you will do it right away. If they ask you to do it, do it. If they hint at something they would like from you, you give it. If they ask whether you like something, you always say ‘Yes sir!' And do everything with enthusiasm because I will be watching you, live or on the tapes.

"I have found that I enjoy variety in my sex life. I need a number of different lovers, and there are times when I won't be able to please them all at once. I will be depending on you in the future to help entertain them. Then of course there will be times that I will just want to enjoy watching you being fucked. There is something absolutely... delicious... about watching a real man's cock sliding in and out of your throat while your own puny member is permanently locked inside a cage.

"I put up with your undersized cock in my mouth and pussy for as long as I could, but inside me the desire to have a real man was growing, burning, and eating at me. You became the obstacle to my complete release, and I began to despise you for it. Freeing myself to have sex with other men, and turning you into a cock whore in the process is just so gratifying. I'm sorry, but I couldn't resist carrying this out."

Soon I heard some of the guests arriving. Emma encouraged them to make themselves at home, and have some refreshments. When they had all gathered she addressed the group.

"OK. I want you all to know I appreciate you showing up and offering to help me with this." I heard her open her purse and some rustling. "Here are the pills I promised to provide. Take the first one after you come twice, the second is for your own use whenever you desire. Let's call our little student Suzie. Suzie has been complaining about being hungry and thirsty all night. I expect that you gentlemen can take care of those problems." There was much appreciative chuckling.

She continued: "I have just a few requests.

"Number one: Please only cum in Suzie's mouth or throat; I want to quickly get her used to the taste.

"Number two: Teach Suzie to service you orally so that she can deep throat your cock while you fuck her, and teach her to make a swallowing motion with your cocks buried in her throat. This should feel like a milking type action without any movement on your part. Done properly, if the final thrust is close to your orgasm, Suzie should be able to finish it for you by swallowing repeatedly.

"Number three: Make sure you go slowly at first anally. Use the lube on the counter; use a finger, or two, or three before slowly inserting a cock. Give the muscles a chance to adapt, and then encourage her to tighten it around your cock while you fuck her. The less damage initially, the more practicing she will be able to do.

"Number four: When her mouth is not full of meat, she should have a gag in. This will keep her mind on her new vocation as a cocksucker.

"Number five: She said she's hungry and thirsty. She can have whatever food or drink she wants... as long as it's cock and whatever comes out of your cocks. The only meats will be your big cocks, the only drink will be cum or piss.

"Number six: Catch as much action as possible on the tapes. I have left enough to go for at least 36 hours. I would like to have these for future enjoyment.

"When you're not actively involved, there is a television in the next room. If you like, you can invite other friends to come over to help with the training. I will be back periodically to collect tapes and refill the refreshments. The most important thing is to enjoy the weekend. If Suzie is learning right then you should. If she stops trying, there is the paddle. Remember, if you overuse a paddle it loses its effectiveness. It's 11 P.M, and we have the room until midnight Sunday night."

Emma leaned over me with her hair brushing my face. "Try to be a good little cocksucker for me dear. Have fun! I'll be back in a few hours. By the way, the pill I gave them is a little thing called Cialis. It's like Viagra, but works for about 36 hours or more. Ta-ta!" Then she was gone.

The next thing I heard was conversation, between groups of the men at once. Some mentioned the beer and started helping themselves. Others began examining the toys. Two of them began touching me; one grabbed my ass cheeks and started to squeeze, the other one patted my face and started flicking his fingers across my nipples. As they spoke, I recognized the biker's deep voice.

"Well, well. Looks like we got first crack at the little cunt! What did she say about ass fucking? Was it not to use lube?" They both cracked up at that, but I felt something cold and wet rub across and then slip inside my rectum. It was a finger, and when it was in the owner said, "Now I want you to squeeze my finger; try to pinch it off."

I was a bit slow, perhaps, and a sharp, stinging blow from the paddle to my backside made me gasp in pain! When I recovered, I quickly tightened my sphincter around the offending finger, and held it tightly. There was a cruel chuckle, and the other man said "Are you squeezing Hoss' finger like he told you?" I nodded, unable to speak because of the gag.

Hoss said, "Now bear down." I did what he asked quickly this time, and as I bore down, I felt the ring of my anus slip upward across his finger until it was buried in me. He drew if out, and put two fingers against the opening. "Bear down again" he commanded, then slipped the two fingers inside to the knuckles. "Squeeze again", and I did, hard, and held it until he relented. "Now push again" he repeated, and slipped a third finger inside me.

He had me squeeze each time the fingers were buried, and push each time he inserted them, and then with the push he started stretching my anus downward with two fingers. Short at first, the pulling became longer and more sustained with each attempt. The stretching went on for a time, and I began to feel a little lightheaded with the most extreme efforts. Finally he was satisfied, and pulled his fingers from me, moving toward my head. He took the gag off and told me what was next.

"I'm gonna let you lick my balls and suck them now" Hoss continued, "so open up and start getting' your mouth wet and ready." I felt wrinkled skin against my lips, and started to lick and nip and suck on it. The balls were fairly large, but the most differentiating feature was the enormous amount of loose skin that made up the scrotum. Finally the whole of his sack was wet and slippery, and as I sucked one heavy testicle slipped inside my mouth. I sucked on it and Hoss instructed me "Use the tip of your tongue and lick it while you suck." I did as he said, and was rewarded with a few soft sighs of pleasure from that deep satiny voice, which continued as I sucked on first one and then the other testicle.

In a few minutes, the sack lifted off my face, and the soft loose skin was replaced by tight throbbing flesh. "Now lick my dick all over" the voice continued. I ran my tongue across his swelling shaft and felt it pulsing with my efforts. It was larger than Harry's had been, longer as well as thicker. More sighs came. After the entire surface was been well washed and slippery, he said "Now open up wide; I don't want no teeth marks!" I opened as wide as I could, and felt the firm but yielding helmet enter my mouth; the ridge around the helmet was flared out wide, but gave a bit where my tongue pressed against it. "That's good, now just suck it" the voice went on.

I could still feel the sting on my right buttock, so I did what the man said; I sucked his dick as if I was trying to get something from it. The slurping noises I tried desperately not to make sounded extremely loud and embarrassing. "Some people respond real good to a little bit of discipline" his friend remarked. "I think that Suzie here will turn out to be a natural, what do you say?"

Hoss voiced his agreement even as he began to slide his cock deeper into my mouth. He hit the back of my throat and I started to gag. He pulled out a little and allowed me to recover. Then he inserted it again, telling me to relax, breathe out first, and then gulp like I was real thirsty and drinking a full glass of water. I tried it, focussing on his words and the timbre of his voice. Over and over he talked through it, and slid it in a little deeper each time.

The other noise in the room started to decrease in volume until finally I could hear nothing except Hoss' words, feel nothing except the sensations of my throat expanding to take his cock. The head finally slipped past the bend of my throat with a "pop", and he gave a sudden quick thrust forward, impaling my gullet with his thick hard dick. He left it deep inside for a few moments, then pulled back and let me suck the head for a few minutes.

While I sucked and caught my breath he went on about how good that was for a beginner, calling me "Little Suzie", and what a good cocksucker I was going to be before the night was through. I had caught my breath, and realized that everyone else in the room had still been talking, although some were laughing about the deep throat they just witnessed. The cock was pulled from my mouth, and Hoss said; "Now it's time for the next step. Kong, why don't you take my place up there."

I startled a bit as I felt Hoss' cockhead, lubricated with my own saliva, touch my puckered anus at the same time that Kong's meaty helmet plopped into my still parted mouth. "We call my friend Hoss because he's hung like one," Kong began, "and they call me Kong, because, well, you'll see!" I started to suck on his manhood and felt it begin to swell in my mouth. Meanwhile, Hoss was working his aroused prick slowly into my still jellied opening. With a little encouragement, I was bearing down as he entered, and his ridged head popped through this opening as well.

"Hey, that was the sound of your cherry poppin'," Hoss said. "I bet you never had black cock up your ass before, have you, Little Suzie?" I shook my head in the negative, still sucking on Kong's meat. "Have you had any cock up your ass before?" I indicated in the negative again. "Shee-it! I got me a cherry ass, I just knew it!" Kong continued.

He started off slow, making sure the whole shaft was well lubricated, and that the entire length slid in smoothly. But even though it was smooth, it was not easy. As he came nearer to having the whole cock inside me, it felt as though there was an enormous pressure in my bowels. At that point I realized that the enemas were in preparation for these men and their cocks, not for some toy that Emma was going to use. She planned this all along, and had even cleaned out my gut to serve as a nice pristine pussy.

Kong was also sliding his cock deeper and deeper. It was fully erect now, and I guess that someone seeing such a tool might think it belonged on an eighty-foot tall ape. It was so thick it barely fit between my teeth with my mouth as far open as I could stretch it. The head was no wider than the shaft, so it felt like a smooth extension of the shaft, but the head was longer, with a larger opening. The tip of my tongue could actually slip inside his pee-hole while I was sucking on the tip of his cock. He talked me through the deep throating much as Hoss had, and was finally pushing his whole length into my gullet with a loud and satisfied grunt.

"Oh, yes, you got it all now you cock-sucking lilly-white bitch! Swallow that big black dick, you pussy-face cunt! You black cock whore!" With Kong loudly giving his opinions, Hoss seemed to catch some of the excitement. He began bucking his cock deeply into my ass. At first it was slow, with long thrusts. As he continued fucking me, he picked up the pace, little by little, until I felt like the cylinder of an engine with his piston thumping inside me. Each thrust was shorter, but so forceful that his balls were slapping against my ass cheeks so hard they were stinging.

I heard Hoss say, "Ok, hold up a second. I got an idea." I felt him moving around, and then something wrapped around my cock cage. He pulled back until his throbbing head was sitting against my sphincter, and Kong drew back as well, until just his head was in my mouth. Someone, Kong I suppose, began playing with my nipples. I started floating in that white noise place before long, and on some level realized that I was sucking the cock in rhythm with the nipple play. Have I mentioned how sensitive they are? Then at some point I felt a buzzing start in the chastity device.

I realized that they had attached a vibrator, and the strength of the buzzing began to climb... and climb. After five or ten minutes I was writhing as I sucked, my cock was trying unsuccessfully to grow, straining against the cage. As I neared some kind of climax I heard a whispered "Now", and both men simultaneously thrust deeply into me. Their cocks were fully erect, throbbing, and impaling me to the hilt as I crossed the edge into spasms of ecstasy. I couldn't feel anything spurting from my penis, it just felt like an involuntary clenching of the lower half of my body, and with each wave what felt like an explosion of pleasure in my brain.

After a moment the buzzing stopped and Kong withdrew a bit allowing me to catch my breath. Immediately I felt the sting of the paddle on the side of my thigh, and Kong shouted "Nobody said to stop sucking, you cunt-mouth whore! We're not doing this to pleasure you. It was to show you that a real dick, a black man's dick, could make you come, you cock sucking slut. We just showed you what a cock-whore you really are down deep inside."

He began fucking my throat again, and Hoss resumed his rapid pounding into my ass. Kong went on talking as he repeatedly impaled my throat, "It is so fucking exciting to see my big black dick sliding in and out of your white cunt face. Especially when I look down and see that puny little bump of yours, (can't really call it a cock), trapped in a cage forever. Man, I couldn't get my dick into that the day I was born! And there it is, on display, showing everyone that you were never a man.

"It's obvious that the only way you were ever gonna have a real cock was to suck and get fucked by a black man. It's what you need; it's what you deserve; it's what you're gonna be doing the rest of your pathetic life. Ha! I got it! ‘How would you like to have a nine inch dick?' Well, here it is sucka! I'm givin' it to you right now! You like it don't you? You love the taste and feel of my cock in your throat. I know you do, ‘cause I just made you come by fuckin' you!"

With every point he made, he slammed his cock deep into my throat. I was afraid I couldn't breathe, but then Hoss pulled out and told Kong, "I'm about to come. Let me come up there and finish in her pussy mouth."

Kong pulled out, and they traded places. Kong pushed his cock into my ass, and started pounding me down there. Hoss pushed the flared rim of his helmet slowly past the angle of my throat, and then deep into my gullet. He pulled back for a moment, and fucked my mouth shallowly, saying "I'm gonna stick this in deep, and I want you to swallow over and over ‘til I come. So take some good breaths."

Worried, I hyperventilated for a few moments, and then with a powerful surge, Hoss rammed that huge tool down my throat and held it there. I swallowed, over and over, as fast as I could, and I heard Hoss moaning with each swallow. Finally he groaned, with that deep rumbling voice, and I felt his cock swell with the load of jizz shooting up from his nuts. I felt a hot explosion deep in my throat, running into my stomach with each gout that passed through.

Finally he pulled back and let me suck his cock head again, until every last drop had finished draining from his huge tool. Meanwhile I could feel Kong's tool throbbing and jumping in my bowels as he slammed in and out. As soon as Hoss pulled his cock from my mouth, Kong grunted "Yeah!" and came around to my face.

Kong told me he wanted the same treatment, that swallowing while buried in my throat. Luckily I had caught my breath while sucking the rest of the cum from Hoss' dick. I opened my mouth and without pause Kong pushed his shaft across my tongue and down my throat. He told me to be sure and hold all his cum in my mouth, and not to swallow it until I was told. Meanwhile, I swallowed six or eight times, until his cock began to spasm. He quickly pulled it back, and began to groan as he spurt gobs of cum into my mouth.

I found it hard not to swallow, as the jets of jizz hit the back of my throat and ran to the roof of my mouth, but I held it all just as he instructed me. It felt like a shot glass full of thick, ropy fluid. The taste reminded me a little of baking soda, with a musky, sweaty tang to it. I nearly gagged at the thought of this stranger's semen draining into my mouth. He had me suck the rest from the tip of his cock until there was no more coming out.

Then I heard "Open up and let's see what you got in your mouth, bitch!" I did, and was embarrassed by the laughter this generated. "Look at all that jizz!" I never seen so much nut!" "Sheee-it! That's a load!" "How's it taste, honey?" "Is it like a fine wine?" And then Hoss voice, so deep I felt the vibrations in my chest, saying "Now close your mouth and roll it around your tongue. Get it into every corner of your mouth, and learn to enjoy the taste, ‘cause there's gonna be a lot more of it in there before long!"

I closed my lips around Kong's load, running it from side to side, and from front to back. The viscous fluid soon coated every surface of my mouth; there was film on my teeth, and across my tongue. I remember thinking that I would never get the taste out of my mouth. Then with a sinking feeling in my gut it occurred to me that I was right, I would probably spend the whole weekend without losing this taste in my mouth.

After a few minutes of savoring the taste, Kong surprised me with his next order. "Lean your head to the side." I did, and felt something hard, like glass, against my face. "Now spit out the cum." I did it gladly, feeling that I had gotten away without having to swallow the noxious fluid! I was hoping for something to drink, to clear my palate, but was disappointed.

Next I was raised to a kneeling position, and my wrists were loosened, then reattached at the tops of my thighs. I heard zips and rustling as several men adjusted their clothes. Then I felt three things touching my face, vying for a position against my lips. I was told to open up, and then they started entering my mouth. I was instructed to lick and suck as they took turns slipping between my lips. It was shallow at first, but as they became wet they were inserted deeper.

When I slowed at all in my ministrations, my backside received a blow from the paddle. By the time all three were fully hard and slippery, my ass was stinging again. Then I was picked up and put face down on the bed. Someone grabbed my head and opened my mouth with a finger, then a large cock was slipped into my mouth and my face was brought down to rest against his leg. My pelvis was lifted, and I felt a cushion slid underneath me. As the cock in my mouth began invading in earnest, I felt someone else get on the bed and spread my cheeks. I heard a spitting, then felt something wet rub against my still shocked bung hole. Then pressure as another cock was pushed against the hole. It gave fairly quickly, and the cock plopped into the orifice, immediately sliding all the way in.

I found the least uncomfortable rhythm with the cock in my ass. I would bear down to relax as he entered, and contract as he pulled back. He seemed to like this a lot, and it made it easier on me as well, lessening the wear on my abused rectum. The man with his cock in my mouth would raise his leg, lifting my head above his cock. Unable to sustain the tension on my neck, my head would drop due to gravity, impaling my throat on his cock.

I had no control over this invasion. The man under me was not even using his hands to fuck me. It made me feel as if I was using my mouth to fuck him. Not being raped, but actively participating. No one was pushing my head down on his cock, after all. However, I could not prevent it, because I could not raise my head in this position. He would keep his leg raised for a few moments, and then let it drop, allowing my head t to fall to the side and my throat to slide back and uncover his shaft. His cock head remained in my mouth, however, and he encouraged me to lick and suck his swollen, throbbing helmet.

The organ in my mouth must have been about eight inches long, not as huge as Kong's, but fairly thick. It was wider than it was tall, however, and from top to bottom barely fit between my teeth, even with my mouth open full wide. The breadth of his tool really stretched my throat from side to side. When fully inserted, I felt as if my whole chest was pressurized. It made me feel that I was about to explode.

His pubic hair was thick, and tickled my nose on the downstrokes. The bikers had a bit of a stale odor, but this man had a strong scent as if he had done physical labor all day and not washed yet. His skin tasted extremely salty, and the musk was so thick it tasted dry. I heard someone speak to him as I sucked on his cock. "Hey Jamil, has any girl every deep throated that thick pole before?"

Jamil responded, "Not all the way. Their teeth usually get in the way. Our little Suzie here is quite the cocksucker already. Just wait ‘til we get done with her! Hell, we could rent her out and make some money off her."

"Why don't you hurry up and let me in there" the other one asked. "We'll see if she can deep throat this motherfucker, Ha!"

"Just shut up and wait your turn, Tyrone. When I get done Randy gets to move from her ass to her mouth, and you take over her ass. Then when he gets done with her mouth, you can take as long as you want."

Even as he spoke he was starting to increase the speed of his thrusting. Randy began reaching underneath me and playing with my nipples as he fucked my ass faster. Jamil reached up and grabbed the hair on the back of my head with both hands, and started to face fuck me in earnest. I felt his balls pulling up next to my chin, and his cock swelling even larger just before he rammed it deep into my gullet and held it there.

With his words coming in time with the spasms of his cock, he continued, "Cunt... face... cock... suckin'... bitch... " he moaned as the spurts of cum ran the length of his shaft and emptied themselves into my throat. No sooner had he finished than Randy suddenly stopped his furious rhythm, pulled out of my ass, and came around to take Jamil's place. He wasted no time, but grabbed my hair and began fucking my face.

"Hey Jamil!" Randy called out. "Seconds aren't sloppy when you fuck this pussy!... Unnnngh" he moaned as he rammed his rod into my throat and held it there until he emptied himself into my throat. By this time Tyrone had penetrated my backside and was pounding away. I thought he must have been stroking while the other two were busy, because his initial rhythm was fairly rapid. He soon pulled out also, flipped me onto my back and slipped his cock between my lips.

With his encouragement, I began slurping enthusiastically, and he warned me just before he came not to swallow or spill his jizz. Worried about the paddle, I was careful to keep my lips tightly wrapped around his helmet as the explosions of cum stretched my cheeks. After a sufficient amount of sucking, he pulled back slowly, and my lips cleared the last of the sperm from his cock head, closing into a kissing position as he pulled away. I tilted my head back and opened my mouth as instructed for inspection. They had me swish with it for five or ten minutes, laughing the whole time, then had me release it into the container again.

Still blindfolded and bound, with five of the seven having taken a turn, I was about an hour into this weekend. I heard the door open, and several new voices greeting some of the old ones. There were exclamations of "Glad you could make it", and "Man I wouldn't' miss this!" I figured it was near midnight, and that meant I was looking at 48 hours to go with reinforcements arriving.

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