Diary of a Whore: Part 3

DIARY--PART THREE: MATURITY

Turning forty, the year life commences,
Saw me drink from the cup of offenses
Culled from lecherous verse,
The rites of the perverse,
And the pleasing of all the five senses.

I was tied and blindfolded by Bliss,
Then led out to the car by my sis
Who stuffed me in the trunk
Of our car with a drunk
Who seemed happy to travel like this.

As we drove across town, the drunk fought
With his pants, and his zipper got caught
In my bush since waist-high
Was my dress; and so I
Lost some curls from my middle-aged twat.

Who this loser was, I didn't know.
I could guess his identity, though,
By his cock, and I cried,
"You're my dad! I spread wide
In an alley for you long ago!"

"At remembering dicks you excel!"
Said my dad. "I was horny as hell!
I had just escaped jail
And went begging for tail,
And my own daughter serviced me well!"

I replied, "I was well-pleasured, too,
And was happy to be there for you
And let your donut dunk
In my cup till your spunk
Creamed my coffee and sweetened the brew!"

By the time the car came to a stop,
I was now the one thrusting on top.
But it wasn't my fault
That my hips wouldn't halt
And my body continued to flop.

For my dad was now coming, and I
Had been trained to milk every cock dry
That pricked me like a thorn
From the time I was born.
At least, that was a good alibi.

I was pulled from the trunk and then led
Down some stairs, and my mom slyly said,
"What's in store for you, scum,
Will make fucking that bum
Look like praying at Sister Anne's bed!"
I was pulled through a crowd, for I heard
Many voices, some drunken and slurred.
I smelled liquor and smoke
And felt hands touch and poke
My dimensions in spots I preferred.

I was then pushed up onto some stage,
And I felt like a bird in a cage
Being ogled by cats
Who were horny as rats
And who yearned to let their passions rage.

Now my blindfold came off, but my sight
Was denied me, for some glaring light
Threw its rays in my eyes.
Then a voice cried, "Surprise!
You're the feature attraction tonight!"

Now the speaker was my Grandma Redd,
Who, though elderly, knocked the crowd dead.
For quite naked she was,
And she made the place buzz
With excitement and lust. Then she said,

"For my granddaughter's party I thought
I'd give her something grand, so I brought
My whole Paris revue
To this club so that you
Could watch her perform as she was taught!"

Grandma then threw her arm around me
Saying, "Cock you will get certainly!
But a bi slut-bitch tends
To have many girlfriends,
So you'll drown in female company!"

Seven women then sauntered on stage,
Everyone looking like Betty Page
With big tits and small waists
And dark hair and lewd tastes,
And each one was about the same age.

Redd then barked to her crew, "Strip the whore!"
And my dress her sluts shredded and tore.
When they ripped off my bra
And g-string, the crowd saw
Me buck naked and let out a roar.

"Now suspend the slut-bitch upside down!"
Grandma said, "so her crotch we can crown
As the Queen of all Dumps,
'Cause this fucking whore jumps
At the chance to catch cum in this town!"

Using ropes and a pulley they winched
Me aloft. Then they twisted and pinched
My fat nipples and tits
While my inverted slits
They gang-fisted...and deeply they inched!

Seven hands in two holes is a lot,
And these lewd bitches crammed every spot
With their naughty French fists.
But a gangbang consists
Of a gang, and a bang's what I got.

Grandma then pressed her cunt to my lips,
And while using my titties for grips,
She speed-polished my face
With the consummate grace
Of a horny lez with boiling hips.

I stuck out my long tongue, and she seized it
With her snapper and naughtily teased it,
Smearing it with her juice.
And then forming a noose
With her cunt, she then roped it and squeezed it.

Grandma said, "Now that you're sterilized,
You can suck something I've always prized!"
Her sluts squatted near me
And removed shamelessly
Their pink tampons, each one super-sized.

"Suck them clean!" Grandma ordered me when
Her crew mouth-stuffed me lewdly. And then
Her sluts tied all the strings
To my two nipple rings
To air-dry them for use once again.

Now with blood rushing into my head,
I got dizzy, and my grandma said
To her girls, "Give her face
A wet beaver embrace
Like you give to each other in bed!"

One by one, each French bitch took her turn
On my mouth, making her pussy churn
Like a blender. Then they,
In a wanton display
Of togetherness, made my cheeks burn.

For my heart really started to race
As these sluts golden-showered my face.
Then their tampons they tucked
In my mouth, and I sucked
The piss out, leaving nary a trace.

Next they lowered me onto my back,
And my grandma pulled out of a sack
An electric dildo,
One as big as they go,
Even bigger than my brother Jack!

When she brought the big toy near my slit,
By itself, it wormed deep into it!
It was programmed, you see,
Automatically
To probe deep into any slut's pit.

The sensation was wicked and strange,
For the dildo would constantly change
It's direction and look
Into cranny and nook
Without order, and far did it range!

And to help make me quiver and wail,
Grandma stuck one more toy in my tail,
Saying, "If you were loined
So your two holes were joined,
I could circle-fuck you without fail!"

Then her whores affixed clothespins on me
Till my nipples were pinched expertly.
Then they hot-greased my clit
And set fire to it!
And I cried out for more earnestly.

Now the crowd whooped and yelled at the sight
Of a whore shuddering with delight.
Then the girls used their claws
And their mean snapping jaws
To scratch deeply and naughtily bite.

But the dildo was worse, for it slid
Into my baby chamber and hid,
Making my gut protrude
As it then tightly screwed
Itself up like some battery kid.

Grandma said, "You look pregnant, Disgrace!
And the cruel facts of life you must face!
If you must spread your thighs,
It is certainly wise
To keep your diaphragm in its place!"

It was good advice, but I was coming.
So I nodded my head which was humming
With electrified thought
As the girls fiercely fought
With my clit, giving it a good strumming.

Both my nipples, now hugely inflated,
Twitched in torment, and being related
To my milk ducts, each slit
Opened up and then spit
Out some fluid which Grandma awaited.

"That electric dick switched on your glands!"
Grandma said, milking me with her hands.
"And those clothespins helped, too,
When they nipple-pinched you,
Though for reasons no doc understands!"

I kept coming and groaning, and she
Said, "You must be in labor, so we
Will, of course, assist you!"
And her medical crew
Pulled the buzzing dildo out of me.

Then they laid the big toy on my chest,
And it coiled 'round my biggest breast,
Squeezing it with such might
That my tit-milk took flight,
Spurting out to the crowd, now undressed.

For the show had got everyone heated,
And when two horny blondes then competed
In removing their clothes,
The whole audience chose
To strip nude since lust can't be defeated.

I was then unchained by Grandma's troupe,
But when I tried to stand, the whole group
Kicked me down to the floor,
Shouting curses galore
But in French, which threw me for a loop.

"Punish her!" Grandma ordered, and they
Employed paddles and whips to display
How an ass could gain hue,
Turning red, black, and blue,
And they did it the Parisian way.

Grandma leashed me and then proudly strode
Through the crowd, and one wicked blonde rode
On my back and trash-talked
As the onlookers gawked
At my ass and my titties which glowed.

Grandma found a guy with a third leg
And made me sit up pretty and beg
Like a mutt for his bone.
Then I made the guy groan
When I busted his balls like an egg.

Two big blacks laid me over their table,
And though it was scuffed up and unstable
(Just like me), we made do,
For we hungered to screw,
And we fucked as well as we were able.

After them, three more guys pleasured me,
Then three more, and Grandma measured me
With an anal dip-stick,
And when it came out slick,
She said, "Shit! Two quarts low--maybe three!"

Then she made me eat out several cunts
In the crowd, and all laughed at the grunts
That I made while I sucked.
For I always mouth-fucked
Like a sow when I did women's fronts.

Then we went back on stage where Redd's crew
Had found two vagrant types I could screw.
Each was clearly a bum,
And I licked off the scum
On their nuts till their cocks nicely grew.

I knelt down on the floor playing bitch,
And my oozing cunt started to twitch.
Then one guy whacked my rear,
Just to get it in gear,
And then mounted me without a hitch.

Now his buddy checked my mouth for flaws,
Using his dick to inspect my jaws.
Now engaged, ass and mouth,
These big poles, north and south,
Obeyed all of the magnetic laws.

For as opposites tend to attract,
The two dicks drew together; in fact,
Had my cunt and my throat
Been connected, please note
That the cocks would have been in contact.

So the three of us fucked daisy-chained,
Thrusting hard until nothing remained
To be seen in the way
Of a threesome display,
Save the semen my body retained.

Now with hot cum adorning my tongue,
Grandma said I had reached a new rung
On the ladder to Hell.
Then the fresh semen fell
Off my chin to my tits where it clung.

The French league, doing all they were told,
Now attacked me till my eyeballs rolled,
Bending both my legs back,
Spitting into my crack,
And butt-fisting this forty year-old!

Then they crucified me on two boards
(Not with nails but with wrist-binding cords),
Graced my titties with tacks,
Drenched me with candle wax,
And then hoisted me up for the hordes.

Grandma cried out, "Behold this Disgrace!
This cheap slut whom we love to debase!
For the whore you gaze on
Represents Babylon!
Come and mock her and spit in her face!"

Anne and Rose came up first, and with whips
They well-scourged both my ass cheeks and hips,
Saying, "Blessed thou art,
For Perversity's heart
Beats in you!" Then they punished my nips.

Bliss and Jack then came up, and Mom said
(From her knees, giving my brother head),
"We both worship you, slut,
With this cum-shower!" But
Mom got greedy and gulped it instead.

Next to come was my sister, Lenore,
Who slapped me and said, "Beg for it, whore!"
'It,' of course, meant her piss,
So I begged, and my sis
Arched her stream to my tongue with amour.

Then my Pride took her turn, and she hailed
Me as whore. Then she naughtily nailed
My cunt-lips to the cross,
For she wished to emboss
And mark me as a mother who failed.

The whole crowd then showed their disrespect,
As my Grandma made them genuflect
With their asses toward me,
Then they held an orgy
That was wild and not circumspect.

While I hung on the cross, an orgasm
Swept through me as I watched the crowd spasm
And sport lecherous grins.
Thus, I came for their sins
And was crowned Queen of Whores in this chasm.

When the orgy broke up, Rose and Anne
Took me down from the cross and began
A long passionate prayer,
Pulling from my crotch hair
Clumps of dried cum from woman and man.

Then they fed them to me as a form
Of communion, exceeding the norm
Of the Catholics, I think,
Because I got to drink
Their sweet wine which was tangy and warm.

Then my mom helped me back to our car,
And now dawn, we departed the bar.
I was hungry for sweets
And my mom's oven treats,
So I raided her packed cookie jar.

Now Mom's mind really started to roam
As I sucked out her hot pussy foam.
And though we lived nearby,
Mom kept driving till I
Drained her cunt--and by noon we got home!

Then she said, "It's a spanking new day,
And though forty, you're still going to pay
For the hours you keep
And my lost beauty sleep!"
And she beat me the old-fashioned way.

But her blows to my ass only made
Me start coming like hell as I laid
Across her naked lap,
Oozing out pussy sap.
Then our places Mom wanted to trade.

So I spanked her, ignoring her screams
Till hot cum fled her shuddering seams.
Then since we were both dead,
We collapsed into bed,
Sucking each other's cream in our dreams.

IN THE BIG HOUSE

When I woke from my dream, I discovered
I had been slapped awake, for Sis hovered
Over me as I hugged
My mom's thighs, and Sis tugged
On the blanket till I was uncovered.

"Hey, wake up, motherfucker!" she said.
"No, I'm not here to screw you in bed!
There's some bitch at the door
To see you!" Then Lenore,
With her vibrators, buzzed Mom instead.

So I went down the stairs in the nude
Since the women I knew were all lewd
And did not really mind
If they happened to find
Me stark naked, for none was a prude.

But the caller this time was a stranger
And I sensed that my ass was in danger
From the look she gave me,
For she dripped piety,
And her clothes said she slept in no manger.

"Are you sure that you want to see me?"
I asked her, turning on the TV
To drown out all the noise,
For Lenore's buzzing toys
Made my mom groan quite loudly, you see.

"Yesterday, my two sons turned up missing!"
Said this dame. "And I heard you were kissing
Them in ways quite perverse,
And did something far worse
In a bar that allows public pissing!"

"Make your point," I said, scratching my tit.
"If you want 8 x 10's arrange it
With my mom. Clear enough?
She's the camera buff.
And she's got a trunk load of my shit."

"I'm not here to buy porn!" said the dame.
"But I'll tell you the reason I came!
My two sons have much changed
And are now so deranged
That they mount me! And you are to blame!"

I said, "Listen, you look like the type
Who has sex once a year, so don't gripe
If now twice a day you
Can kneel down for a screw.
Count your blessings and keep your ass ripe."

The dame slapped me and stomped out the door.
"You have not heard the last of this, whore!"
She shrieked like some old witch.
I replied, "Fuck you, bitch!"
Then I went upstairs to help Lenore.

In one hour though I was arrested
On the charge that I cruelly molested
The two guys that Redd claimed
Were street bums and untamed,
And whose cum I had crudely ingested.

Since my family could not raise the bail,
I was held in the old county jail.
And for my lawyer's fees,
I worked hard on my knees
Sucking cock and exposing my tail.

Now the lady who brought me this strife
Was a friend of the judge--his own wife!
At the trial, my past
Made the jury aghast,
And the judge gave me twenty to life.

Mom and Jack, Anne and Rose, and Redd cried
As did Sis and my sweet daughter, Pride,
On that terrible day
When they took me away
To the big house where I now reside.

"You'll get out on appeal," my mom claimed,
"For your lawyer's convinced you were framed
By the big boys, you see,
In the porn industry.
And for fifty grand, they will be blamed."

"But I'm broke!" I told her. "Yes, I know,"
Mom replied. "But you've got assets, though.
Use them wisely and well
In and out of your cell,
And like yeast, you will soon raise the dough!"

Now since Bliss was bad at making bread,
I ignored everything that she said,
For in here, with some luck,
I'd get two bucks a suck.
Fifty grand? Shit, I'd die giving head!

So I learned to enjoy the routine,
Though the guards were sadistic and mean,
For they wouldn't let me
Swallow their lezbo pee
After I tongued their pussies out clean.

*

Then one day a new cell-mate arrived,
And since she had red hair, I connived
To discover if she
Had red cunt-curls like me
Or was black-bushed and color deprived.

So I said, "It's an old custom here
To strip-search new cell-mates out of fear
That they've slyly concealed
Something left unrevealed
By the guards that would bring trouble near."

Now this redheaded woman, named Sandy,
Had a body that looked really dandy.
And she said, "Go ahead.
You've got nothing to dread.
All you'll find in my holes is some candy."

So I took off her shirt and her bra,
And I drooled at the titties I saw.
They were large, without doubt,
And her nipples stuck out
In a way that made me drop my jaw.

Then I pulled down her skirt to her feet,
And my heart fiercely started to beat,
For no panties she wore,
And my eyeballs got sore
Bulging out at her red pussy meat.

Sandy parted her cunt-lips and stared
Down at me, saying, "Hey, don't be scared!
My red pussy won't bite--
Unless you treat it right!"
So I probed her as much as I dared.

"Satisfied?" she asked me. And now flustered,
I just nodded at her pussy-custard.
Then she turned, bent, and posed
With her asshole exposed,
And I longed for some sausage and mustard.

But I stuck in a finger instead.
"See? All empty. You've nothing to dread.
Now I need you to let
Me search you. Don't forget
That you're new to me, too!" Sandy said.

So she took off my clothes and then checked
Both my holes and said, "Nothing suspect.
Just some sweet cream and wine--
The same you found in mine!"
Then we laughed, hugged each other, and necked.

Sandy loved my long tongue; I, her nipples,
And we cunt-rubbed each other till ripples
Of juice ran down our thighs,
And though it wasn't wise,
We came standing and shook like two cripples.

Then we fell on the bunk, and we kissed
And did everything found on the list
Of the "Lesbian's Guide,"
Then we cuddled and sighed
With fatigue, for no item we'd missed.

Now I never did make it a point
To ask why she was now in the joint.
In truth, I didn't care
If she'd murdered the heir
To the Pope or someone he'd anoint.

But I was interested, you see,
In her past, speaking sexually.
So I asked if she'd learned
To eat cunt when she turned
Twenty-one or before that like me.

Sandy said, "I was straight as a ruler
Till some bitch turned me into a drooler
For a woman's sweet charms.
But she didn't twist arms,
And I didn't play gay just to fool her."

"When was this?" I asked, kissing her ear.
She replied, "It was only last year.
I was still married then,
And had fucked only men.
But that changed once I grew partly queer."

"Spare no detail!" I said, growing hot,
My mind anticipating the plot.
Then her tale she rehearsed
As I lovingly nursed
On her nips as we lay on the cot.