A Taste Of It

by Karla Francis

"I better go first, huh?" he said, fearing that Trevor's Brobdingnagian dick would spread her too wide for him.

  "Why not all at once?" Janie asked.

  "What? Your cunt ain't that big!"

  "My cunt is very small and tight," she said, but then she giggled. "I didn't mean all in the same hole."

  "What? Both of us?" Trevor asked.

  "All three," she clarified.

  "But this bloke ain't got no dick at all," Big Red said, pointing a blunt index finger at Blackburn's protectively indrawn member.

  "Oh, I can fix that," Janie said.

  She reached over and wrapped her hand around the tiny bud which was attempting to hide in his pubic hair. She thumbed the tip and rubbed the stalk and, sure enough, the cowardly organ began to swell bravely. Trevor watched this transformation apprehensively. Blackburn's dork fattened and lengthened until it was as large as his, which didn't please him at all. But, he was pleased to see, Blackburn didn't have the useful configuration which he, himself, was blessed with. Blackburn's cock was bigger at the head than at the root, a huge bulbous knob that fit atop the tubular shaft like the tip of a medieval mace. He gave his prick a furtive yank, to make sure it had achieved its greatest bulk.

  Big Red, more overt in such matters, was pulling and hammering at his cock until it reached a size which, although not massive, was adequate. It swayed, snake-like, before his belly, a hooded cobra writhing to the flute of desire.

  "Well, let's get at it," he said, romantically.

  "By all means," Janie agreed, ambiguously.

  "Who gets what?" Big Red queried.

  "Well, it doesn't matter much," she said. "But since your dick is so small, you better put it in my fist so's I can squeeze it tight, okay?"

  "Suits me."

  "And since this bloke has already fucked me, I'd better give him a gobble."

  That arrangement satisfied Blackburn.

  "And since I'm your mistress, I suppose it's better if you screw me, Trevor."

  Trevor sighed, but nodded.

  He said, "I'm glad my wife is faithful, at least."

  And then they all advanced upon Janie, as she waited on the wrecked bed.

  Trevor and Big Red shuffled to the edge of the bed and waited, their dicks sprouting out over the tilted mattress, while Blackburn knelt at the foot of the bed. Never having been in a situation quite like this before, he wasn't quite sure how they were going to go about a three-way, but he had every confidence in Janie's ingenuity. Trevor, who knew his mistress well, was also certain that she would be able to work out the pattern to best advantage, while Big Red, who was so ugly that only Janie would pleasure him, didn't give a damn how they did it, as long as it got done.

  Janie knew exactly how it could be done.

  But she was in no hurry.

  It wasn't often she had a chance to have three men at the same time, although it wasn't because she wasn't always willing; it was because, since she invariably screwed a man as soon as he arrived at her door, such a multiple fuck could only happen through the pure contingency of having three arrive simultaneously. Now she wanted to savour the expectation before relishing the deed.

  The wanton lodger smiled lasciviously and gazed with happy anticipation from man to man as they crowded around the bed. She sat up, legs crossed, and rested her chin on her fist as she studied and compared the three cocks before her. Big Red came in for only passing interest, since he was the smallest of the three, although she had to admit that his angry red knob had a pleasing colour and texture and was an admirable size for jacking off. Blackburn and Trevor, however, she gauged with happy speculation, seeing that both gentlemen had cocks of outstanding proportions, her mouth watered and her pussy creamed. She wondered which one was, in fact, the bigger.

  It was close.

  There was little to choose between them, and both dicks were of such similar size that she found it impossible to judge on eye along. She would have needed a ruler, at least or, at best, she wistfully thought, a yardstick. But even those linear measuring devices wouldn't tell the true story, for length wasn't everything. A girl had to consider such subjective qualities as texture and colour and hotness and hardness, along with the most important property-bulk. And bulk was very hard to ascertain.

  Trevor's dork was much fatter at the root, but Blackburn's was far greater at the knob. Janie decided she would have needed a tape measure, but she didn't know the mathematical formula for figuring the area of such objects. The best way to judge, she decided, would be by displacement. She could have both of them dip their wicks in a beaker of liquid and then measure the amount which overflowed. Janie was smugly satisfied with that solution, but wasn't about to take the trouble to make the measurement now. Her cunt would have to act as the beaker, she thought, giggling at the idea; there was, after all, plenty of fluid in that remarkable vessel which could be displaced.

  And, when all was said and done mainly done the size was irrelevant; what mattered was how it felt.

  Janie was ready to make that all-important judgment...

  She reached out, palm upwards, and slid her hand down Trevor's dick, gripping it from below and hefting the weight. Using his cock like a leash, she pulled him loin first onto the bed, so that he was reclining up the angle of the tilted mattress. Then she flipped her thigh up and over, so that she was straddling his haunches. Her ass bobbed around a bit, like a sprinter getting comfortable on the starting blocks, and then she plunged her crotch down upon his thrusting stalk.

  Trevor leaped beneath her, like a marlin on the hook, and his big prick slid easily up her wet slot. She settled comfortably on the spike, shifting her ass and hips around until she felt the fit was perfect.

  "Gor blimey," said Big Red.

  He was bending over, staring at her twat.

  "Got a pussy like an octopus, she has," he said. "Got tentacles and all. It's enough to scare a bloke, a pussy like that. Probably even got suction cups to clamp on a chap's prong. Never had a proper look at it, before, I didn't. Ain't it amazing the things what a guy will put his dork into?"

  Janie, taking that as a compliment, caused her cunt to suck on Trevor's rod. The pink labia writhed and pulled at the broad base of his organ, just as if she were eating his cock with a toothless maw.

  Satisfied that Trevor was well stuck up her, the oversexed lodger reached out for Blackburn with both hands. She grasped him by the hips and hauled his belly forward. He mouth opened wide and his cock, without manual assistance, ran unerringly into her lips. She clamped her mouth around his stalk like a collar and began moving her head about, getting this second lance settled as comfortably as the first. Her tightly compressed lips slid up and down a little until she found the best position, just his cockhead buried in her mouth and her lips closed snugly behind the glans. She took a tentative suck and decided it was properly placed.

  Then, not fucking or sucking at all, she held the position and reached behind her and clasped Big Red's angry dick in her scrawny fist.

  Big Red closed his eyes and pretended that her fist was one of the other two holes.

  Janie began to move which felt very nice, Blackburn thought and Big Red proceeded to squirm and push his dick into her fingers. He was just the right size for such probings and she offered him a good smooth rhythm.

  "Ummmm," Janie sighed, her voice muffled on a mouthful of hot cock. "All together now, chaps."

  In unison, the three men began to fuck.

  Trevor lurched up and down from below, running the cock up her slippery cunt with long, leisurely strokes.

  Blackburn fed his fat dick to her voracious mouth, pushing in until the tip lodged in her throat and then slowly drawing back until only the knob remained in her lips.

  Big Red braced his feet wide on the floor as she hammered his tack with satisfying strokes.

  Janie was content to play a passive roll in this three-way fuck, holding herself still and acting the willing receptacle as they thrust at her from three angles. She soon began to purr
and whimper with pleasure. She could feel all three cocks pleasing themselves and her, and it added a novel and delightful sort of friction. They, too, could feel each other, and they pumped in counterpointal tempo. Her cunt clamped on Trevor and her mouth pulled on Blackburn. Trevor was penetrating deeply, using every inch of his out-sized cock, and the wanton ledger felt as if his steaming, pointed cock head was running all the way up into her stomach where it would meet, head to head, the equally massive prick which was sliding down her throat. That concept delighted her, and she began gobbling greedily on Blackburn's fat sausage, opening her throat and letting the blunt tip slide down toward her tummy. Her lips pushed as far down the stalk as possible, so that they were pursed in his pubic hair.

  "Unghhhh! Unghhh!" she gasped, fighting for air, but gamely she sucked on.

  Blackburn's dick began to dribble onto her tongue and down her throat.

  Then Trevor began drooling in her womb and Big Red was bubbling over her knuckles. Janie felt as if the preliminary flow of all three lovers was mingling somewhere in the centre of her body, where her own hot flow had started to seep forth. She was coming, the slow lateral waves sweeping her loins and the frequency increasing, each wave higher than the last and coming more quickly on the swell.

  She sucked furiously on Blackburn's stalk and her talented cunt worked like a tight glove on Trevor's rod, while her stroking fist seemed to be ingesting Big Red's angry knobbed wand.

  She wondered which cock would shoot first.

  "Come," she panted, speaking right down Blackburn's cock as if it were a speaking tube.

  And the message, relayed in that fashion, reached his spermaries first. He felt the word, rather than hearing it. And he had to obey. Janie was the captain, on the bridge of his oral submarine, and the stokers within the hold of his loins sprang to comply with the captain's wishes. The boilers of his scrotum roared with flame as lust was shoveled into the open ovens.

  He launched the first torpedo.

  The thick fluid missile burst in Janie's eager throat, a hit amidships, and her head rocked and rolled with the turbulent force of the explosion. Her throat seemed to open wide, a tanker breaking up, and his second seminal torpedo flashed into her mouth, skimming over her coiled tongue, brushing past her teeth, and darting like a lump of quicksilver down into her belly.

  Janie gasped and gulped furiously, swallowing his hot spunk voraciously. It seemed to go down like fine brandy, sliding easily past the gullet and then burning in the belly. She sucked him dry just as Trevor began to tremble at the peak of sensation. Trevor, looking up from his position beneath his mistress, had seen Blackburn blow in her mouth, and the sight had added an incendiary bomb to his own efforts. As he watched her lips milking the other man's bone, his own ejaculation became uncontrollable. His spunk skyrocketed up into her cunt in foaming geysers.

  Dosed and hosed at both ends, Janie went absolutely wild with lust. Her fist squeezed Big Red's dork, wringing it with concentric vises. The big man's eyes rolled and he staggered. His knees went limp and his big shoulders sagged. Then the angry red tip of his dick began spitting furiously into her groping hand.

  Janie was tossed and tom between them.

  She was pushed and pulled to and fro as the three cocks ran in and out, and she was washed this way and that on the seminal tidal waves that had gathered in the core of her being. Juices bubbled from her cunt and sputtered from her and ran sluggishly down her chin. Just when she thought the storm had ended, each man, simultaneously, released another geyser of cream. Her mouth was so full of cum that she couldn't swallow it all and, desperate for air, had to gulp a quick lung full while the spunk overflowed her lips. But she hated to lose even a single precious drop of the succulent cream, and she quickly slammed her mouth onto his dork again and tried to breathe through the fleshy stalk, as if it were a scuba tank. Her ass rose, lifted on Trevor's terminal spurt, and the movement acted like a lever against him, milking yet another spurt from him.

  Then the cluster broke apart.

  Trevor collapsed as he was, sprawled out like a rag doll on the busted bed, his limbs at zig-zag angles, the stuffing run from him.

  Big Red wobbled like a mad puppet across the floor, banging into the wall, eyes glazed.

  Blackburn fell away, his spent cock leaving her still sucking lips with a slurping sound.

  And Janie...

  Janie rolled over and sat up. Cum was pouring from her cunt and sparkling in the corners of her mouth and down her chin, and the remarkable lodger said, "What shall we do next, chaps?"

  The gentlemen were heard to groan...

  Blackburn's trousers were still around his ankles and he was able to dress much more quickly than Big Red, who had stripped naked, losing many buttons in the process. Although his knees were shaky, Blackburn was motivated by fear, while Big Red was only motivated by a proper desire to give the other man a justified whack.

  "Wait for your whack!" he howled, fumbling with his trousers.

  "Don't go yet, Ducky," Janie cried. "There's plenty of things we haven't done yet."

  But Blackburn was already at the door. He relaxed, then, thinking that Big Red didn't look fleet of foot, despite all the practice he'd had in fleeing from the law.

  "I'll see you in the pub," he said.

  Big Red, who had ripped his trousers in his haste, looked glum. He said, "Yeah, all right, but remember, you got to have a whack next time I see you."

  "But what about me?" Janie cried, jumping to her feet. She stood, legs widespread, looking around in desperation for a cock which was still erect. Something silvery flashed against her thigh and then the key bounced on the floor, washed from her cunt on a well oiled flow.

  "Gor Blimey!" said Big Red. "She's falling apart!"

  And Blackburn, seeing that the key was very close to Big Red, wisely took his leave. Looking back from the hall, he saw Janie bend over and pick up the key. She looked at it, obviously not knowing what to do with it and then, for want of a better place, she shoved it back up her cunt. One key, more or less, made no difference to that handy little jewel box...

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  "So, it was that rotter, DeVilliers Kuun, who was behind the fiendish scheme, was it?" Marla said. "I'm not surprised. He wanted to marry me, but his cock was too small and his tongue was positively dwarfed and stunted. Oh dear, I should hate to have to fuck him again. But I suppose I'll have to, if that's the only way to get the photographs. Kuun would balk at nothing. A blackguard of the first degree, he is. I'm sure he'd delight in showing the pictures to Geoffrey."

  "Unless Susan can get the pictures from her husband," Blackburn said, looking at the redhead. They were in the front room of his apartment, fully dressed Blackburn had insisted on that and he had just revealed what he had discovered about the plot, and who was involved.

  "Oh, he never lets me in his workroom."

  "Well, maybe you could tell him that you won't come home until he relinquishes them"

  "I don't know..." she said, doubtfully.

  "Of course, fair is fair, you know. If he lets Kuun blackmail Marla with the photos, I suppose we'll have to threaten him with the pictures of you and Marla. We can threaten to post them beside the dart board in The Kind's Head."

  "Oh! You wouldn't?" Susan squealed.

  "Sure would."

  "You're no better than Trevor!" She pouted.

  "I'd really appreciate it, Susan," said Marla. "We could be even better friends if you did this for me." That appealed to Susan.

  "Well... I might be able to steal them" she said. "But he always keeps his workroom locked, and I haven't a key."

  "Janie the lodger has a key."

  "She does? Oh, the bitch!"

  "Maybe you could get it from her."

  "Well... she never locks her door, so I suppose I might be able to. But where does she keep it?"

  "Well..." Blackburn paused. The girls looked quizzically at him. He hemmed and hawed. He could think of no way to put it delicately.


  Finally, he shrugged.

  "Actually, not to put too fine a point on it, she keeps it up her cunt," he said.

  "Up her cunt?"

  "I'm afraid so."

  "Well, how am I supposed to get it, if it's up her cunt, for heaven's sake?"

  Blackburn rolled his eyes.

  "I mean, I can't just reach up her snatch and grab it, can I?"

  "Hardly. But, if you just happened to be near her cunt, you might be able to slip it out without her knowing."

  "But why on earth would I be near her cunt?"

  "Why, completing your revenge on Trevor," Blackburn explained. "I mean, that's only logical. The only way to really suit the punishment to the crime is to make love to the same lodger he does."