by Thomas Henry
Max dragged her tongue up and down between Amy’s folds. Amy gasped and lifted her legs straight up. She intertwined her ankles and curled her toes. Max alternated between licking Amy’s pussy and biting her rump. The way Amy wriggled her legs and curled her toes reminded me of a baby in a crib.
Max buried her face in Amy’s hairless pussy and went to work on her in earnest, sucking her clit and probing her pink folds with two long, black fingers. Amy kneaded and stretched her own breasts as she watched and licked her lips. Then she held Max’s bald head with both hands and gasped as Max brought her to the precipice.
Amy’s thighs trembled as she continued to rub Max’s head with one hand while she massaged her own breasts with the other. I could hear her panting and whispering, “I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna cum…”
Max mumbled something unintelligible and she continued to work Amy’s pussy with her lips and tongue. Amy grabbed at Max’s head with one hand and grasped a handful of her own hair with the other. She arched her back and pressed her pussy against Max’s face.
“Oh, fuck…oh FUCK!” She stiffened for a few moments and then began to giggle and wriggle as Max shook her face against Amy’s clit. Amy laughed and squirmed and pushed at Max’s head with both hands as if she were trying to get Max to stop tickling her.
Max gave Amy’s pussy a few last licks and then smiled at her between her thighs. “That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? That’s what you wanted…”
“Oh my god!” Amy said as she squeezed her heaving breasts. “Oh my god!” For a moment, I imagined she was Karen. The idea made my cock squirm.
Max smacked Amy on the butt again and then rose up to kiss her. Amy sucked Max’s tongue and licked her own juices off of Max’s face.
“You love me?” Max asked.
“Yes!”
“You love me, huh?”
“Yes, yes!”
They continued to kiss as Max rolled onto her back and pulled Amy over on top of her. Amy immediately squirmed down and pushed Max’s thighs apart.
Max’s head was shaved, but her pussy was not. She had a neatly-trimmed patch of jet-black hair that trailed down her outer folds. Amy parted them with her fingertips. Revealing Max’s pink interior. She probed Max with her tongue and then clamped her lips on Max’s sizeable clit.
“Oh, yeah!” Max moaned. She twisted Amy’s red hair into a knot and held on with both hands, pulling Amy’s face tight against her pussy. Max lifted her legs, giving Amy better access. Amy responded by crawling forward on her knees, raising her ass in the air.
Max continued to hang onto Amy’s hair, holding Amy’s face tight between her legs. She looked across the room and made a “come here” gesture with her head. A naked black bull stepped out of the darkness. He slowly stroked his erection as he walked over to the bed and climbed up behind Amy.
She must have been dripping wet, because he slipped right into her. He grasped her hips and began to pump. Amy wriggled her ass against him as she continued to eat Max. After about 30 seconds, the bull groaned and thrust deep into her. He remained balls-deep in her pussy as he pumped it full of his sperm.
He pulled out slowly, his now-flaccid cock dripping semen as it slipped free of her. He backed off the bed and disappeared into the darkness.
A moment later, another black bull appeared. He mounted Amy and managed to pump her for a couple of minutes before he inseminated her.
As he pulled out and disappeared into the darkness, Max pulled Amy up on top of her and kissed her. Amy was stretched out on her stomach with her legs between Max’s. Max hooked her heels around Amy’s calves and spread Amy’s legs apart. Amy’s folds glistened with semen.
The women kissed passionately, rubbing their bodies together. I assumed that the scene was over.
I was wrong. A third black bull stepped out of the darkness. His back was toward me, but I was pretty sure it was PD.
A current of disappointment passed through me, followed by a bit of relief. If PD was in this scene, then he likely would not be in Karen’s scene. After having seen the chemistry between them, I guess part of me had hoped he would be Karen’s bull...and part of me had been afraid he would.
PD climbed on the bed and knelt between the women’s legs. Both pussies were right there. He could have had either one. Had it been me, I would have been tempted to give Max a few strokes before doing the deed with Amy. But PD played it straight and plunged his cock into Amy’s already-semen-soaked pussy.
Each time he stroked Amy, Max pushed up with her pelvis. It almost seemed as if Max was fucking Amy with PD’s cock. The women continued to kiss passionately and rub their bodies together, and when PD came, it looked as if they both came too.
PD dismounted and backed off the bed. Sally flipped a switch, and the glass turned opaque. A couple of minutes later, she flipped another switch, and the room went dark.
My stomach tightened. We were down to the last few women. Would Karen be next? Sally flipped a switch and the glass turned clear. I held my breath. She flipped another switch, and a single spotlight came up.
I started to breathe again. Crystal was lying face-down on a massage table. Her upper body was bare. A towel was draped across her butt, covering her from her waist to her knees. Her hair was hanging down around the cradle that supported her face.
Her bull/masseur was positioned at the head of the table. He was a white guy with very short hair. He was wearing an undershirt and baggy sweat pants. Dog tags hung from a chain around his neck.
He picked up a squeeze bottle of oil and dribbled a generous amount down the center of Crystal’s back. He set down the bottle and leaned forward, using both hands to spread the oil. He ran his hands up and down her back, from her shoulders to the small of her back, just above the towel that hid her butt. After a few strokes, he ran his hands up her sides and around the bulges of her breasts.
He continued like that for some time, running both hands up and down her back, working his way from her spine to her sides. Each time he ran his hands up her sides, he let his fingers slide under her breasts. I figured he was just catching her nipples with his fingertips.
Each time he ran his hands down her back, he went a little further. At first, his fingertips just slipped under the edge of the towel. But eventually, the towel edged down until the top of her butt crack was showing and the palms of his hands were on her cheeks.
The bull moved around to the foot of the table. He grabbed the top edge of the towel with his fingertips and tugged it back up to the small of Crystal’s back. Then he folded up the bottom edge of the towel to expose the backs of her thighs. He dribbled oil down her legs and began rubbing. At first, he used both hands on the same leg and alternated from leg to leg. Then he put a hand on each calf and massaged, running his hands up and down, going further up with each stroke. At first, he just massaged her calves from her ankles to her knees, but then he started going further and further up the backs of her thighs. Eventually, his hands were stopping against the base of her butt cheeks, with his thumbs out of sight under the towel. Judging by the way Crystal arched her back in response, I figured his thumbs were finding their way to her pussy.
I heard a groan next to me. Ted was rubbing his fingers against his crotch as he watched Crystal’s scene unfold.
The bull moved around to one side of the massage table. He slipped one hand under the towel and massaged her butt cheek while he massaged her inner thigh with the other. The towel slid to the floor, and I could see that, each time he squeezed her thigh, his oily fingers brushed against her pussy. And each time the other hand circled around her butt cheek, his fingertips slipped into her crack and across her anus. Crystal gently flexed her hips in concert with the movement of his hands.
The bull moved around to the other side of the table and repeated the process. Crystal’s hip movements became more pronounced.
He slipped one hand under her and found her clit. He massaged it with his fingertips while he rubbed her sphincter with th
e thumb of his other hand. Crystal started moving her hips in a tight circle.
After a while, the bull gave her a light swat on the butt and told her to turn over. She wriggled onto her back. Her huge cotton-candy breasts sagged to each side of her chest, but her nipples were swollen and tight.
The bull went back to the head of the table. He dribbled a zig-zag of oil down Crystal’s chest and stomach. At first, he just massaged her breasts, running his hands in circles and squeezing her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Then he started running his hands up and down her stomach. When he stretched to run his hands down to her pussy, his crotch was pretty much in her face.
He stopped massaging for a minute. He pulled the cradle out from under Crystal’s head, allowing it to hang off the edge of the table. Then he pulled off his undershirt and sweat pants. His cock was standing out a half-mast.
He went back to massaging Crystal’s breasts and stomach. But this time, when he leaned over to reach for her pussy, his cock bumped against her face. She parted her lips and moved her head until she caught the tip of his cock and sucked it into her mouth.
“Holy shit!” Ted was gripping his cock through his pants.
The bull gave up any further pretext of legitimate massage. As Crystal sucked more and more of his cock into her mouth, he concentrated on massaging her pussy. He probed her with two fingers of one hand while he massaged her clit with the other. Crystal reached back and cupped his balls, gently squeezing them as she continued to suck him.
Before long, Crystal’s thighs began to tremble. She clamped them together, squeezing his hands, as she fervently sucked him. I thought he might cum in her mouth, but he quickly extracted his hands from her thighs and stepped back, jerking his cock free of her lips and tongue.
He leaned over and gave her a peck on the lips before moving around to the foot of the table. He grasped her ankles and pulled her down the table until her head was supported again. Then he dribbled some oil down the fronts of her legs and began massaging them much as he had the backs. Once again, he worked his way up until his thumbs were gliding up through her folds with each stroke.
He grasped her ankles and pulled, sliding her down the table until her butt was right at the edge. He lifted her legs up onto his shoulders, and then he buried his face between her thighs. I couldn’t see exactly what he was doing, but whatever it was, it was working. Crystal grasped his head and ground her pussy against his face.
I noticed the bull reaching under the table. A moment later, he was tearing open a condom packet. He continued to pleasure Crystal with his mouth while he placed the condom on the tip of his cock and rolled it down his length. He grasped Crystal’s ankles, spreading her wide apart as he plunged into her.
Crystal massaged her clit as he pumped her. Her huge breasts surged up and down her chest with each stroke. She slung her free arm across them while she continued to massage her clit.
The bull pulled out and used his grip on her ankles to lever her over onto her stomach. She was bent over the foot of the massage table, with her tiptoes barely able to reach the floor and her fat little ass high in the air.
The bull horsed his cock back into her. He grabbed her shoulders and pounded her for all he was worth. After a minute or so, he pulled out, ripped off the condom, and spurted a huge pool of semen into the small of Crystal’s back.
I looked at Ted. He looked at me and shook his head. “Man, what I wouldn’t give…”
The glass turned opaque. Despite the fact that my cock and balls were clamoring for attention, my focus was on my churning stomach because I figured Karen would be next. I wondered if Ted was as apprehensive as I was. Maybe not. He seemed obsessed by Crystal.
Sally flipped the switch, and the glass went dark. It seemed an eternity until she flipped the other switch and the glass turned clear again. And then it seemed another stomach-churning eternity until she flipped another switch and a single spotlight came on.
It was Karen. My heart jumped into my throat as I struggled to make sense of what I was seeing. She was trussed up on her back on a padded table, similar to the massage table Crystal had been on, but shorter. Karen’s head was near the top edge. A narrow black band covered her eyes and wrapped around her head. A leather collar surrounded her neck. It was tethered to the table by links of chain on either side. Her mouth was held wide open by a metal contraption that fitted between her teeth and wrapped around her cheeks.
The table was so short that Karen’s butt was barely supported by the bottom edge. Her feet were drawn up on either side of her butt, with her ankles bound to her wrists. Straps around her knees held her wide open. I couldn’t even imagine how vulnerable she must have felt. I wondered if the alcohol and Xanax had sedated her. I wished I could see the look in her eyes, but the band around her head hid them from me.
Ted apparently had chosen some kind of BDSM scene. I was a bit surprised. So far as I knew, that was something new for Karen. I mean, I had bound her wrists a couple of times, but that was mild compared to the way she had been restrained tonight.
I expected her bull to appear at any moment in some kind of bizarre leather get-up. I couldn’t even imagine what he was going to do with her bound the way she was.
Karen lay there alone while several long minutes passed. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath. A couple of times, she stuck her tongue out through the metal contraption and ran the tip back and forth across her lower lip.
Suddenly, a bull appeared out of the darkness. To my surprise, he wasn’t wearing a leather get-up. He was buck-naked, stroking an impressive hard-on. A moment later, another bull appeared. And then another. And another. And they kept coming. Finally, there were eight of them of assorted sizes and races, all buck-naked, and all stroking themselves.
They surrounded Karen, three on each side, one at her head, and the last next to her vulnerable pussy. This certainly wasn’t going to be the BDSM scene I had been expecting.
I wondered if Karen knew the bulls were there…or how many there were. When one of them touched her breast, Karen flinched and uttered a little “uh!” Apparently she hadn’t been aware they were there. The bull cupped her breast and rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Karen’s breathing quickened.
A second bull cupped her other breast. I wondered if she knew it was a different person, or if she just assumed it was the same guy. She seemed startled when a third bull ran his hand up and down her thigh. And then a fourth did the same with her other thigh. Now she obviously knew that she was being touched by more than one person, but did she just assume it was only two? The fifth bull surely erased any doubt when he placed a hand on her stomach. The sixth bull ran his fingers through her neatly trimmed pubic hair and touched the hood over her clit. Karen’s legs strained against the straps that kept them spread.
The seventh bull touched her sphincter with his middle finger. Karen flexed her hips and vocalized something unintelligible. The eighth bull turned her head to the side and slipped the head of his cock through the wire contraption and into her mouth.
I closed my eyes for a moment and tried to imagine how Karen felt. What would it be like to have a group of unseen strangers touching you all over while you are bound and helpless? If it had been me, I knew I would have felt incredibly vulnerable…and incredibly stimulated. I had no doubt that I would have had a hard-on. In fact, just thinking about it was making me swell. I wondered if Karen was getting wet…or if she was just scared to death.
The bulls continued stroking themselves with one hand while they fondled Karen with the other. The bull by Karen’s pussy reached under the table and came up with a plastic bottle. He inverted it and dribbled a goodly amount of a viscous liquid on her folds. He put the bottle back and then used his free thumb to spread the liquid between her folds and down over her anus.
He positioned himself and pushed the head of his cock into her. I realized for the first time that it was sheathed in a clear condom. He rocked his hips back and forth, giving
Karen shallow strokes while another bull massaged her well-lubricated clit.
In the days leading up to tonight, I had imagined unsettling scenes of Karen being gang-banged by a bunch of guys at the club. Now it seemed that my imagination had been prescient. The only difference was that I had imagined her participating willingly, but tonight it appeared that she had surrendered her freedom of choice.
The bull plunged his cock all the way into Karen’s pussy and began stroking her vigorously. At the other end of the table, the other bull held Karen’s head while he forced his cock deep into her throat. She choked, and saliva spilled from the corner of her mouth.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ted suddenly turn his head. I glanced over to see what had caught his attention. Crystal had come in through the back door and was making her way across the room toward us. She squeezed between Ted and me and sat down on my thigh.
“Hi Crystal,” Ted said. “Great show.”
“Thanks.” Crystal leaned over and whispered, “Wow. Look at Karen!”
I nodded. The bull who was fucking her abruptly pulled out and resumed stroking himself while another bull took his place. A couple of minutes later, another bull took his place. And so it went, until all eight of them had had a chance to probe her with his cock.
The first bull ripped off his condom and tossed it aside. The others quickly followed suit. They crowded around the head of the table and jerked off with their cocks pointed at Karen’s face. When the first one squirted his load on her face, he apparently started a chain reaction. Suddenly, all eight of them were splashing their cum on her face, in her mouth…and even on her breasts.
The Japanese have a name for it. “Bukkake.” A bunch of men jerk off over a single woman, slathering their semen all over her face and tits…and sometimes even her hair. I had seen it in videos, but I never understood the appeal. I never got any stimulation out of it. To me, it was just a group of misogynistic men crudely degrading a woman.