Diary of a Whore: Part 4

DIARY--PART 4: SANDY'S STORY

To begin, I had turned forty-five
And was torn from my sexual drive.
With my husband I slept
But none else. And I kept
My unconscious lusts barely alive.

Then one humid night, bored to the core,
With my husband asleep on the floor
And some game on TV,
I fought off lethargy
And walked down to the video store.

I was wearing no rain gear, just shorts
And an old, too-small T-shirt of sorts
And some Dr. Scholl shoes,
The kind most women choose
To wear poolside or at the resorts.

Just before I arrived at the store,
The night rain really started to pour,
And my shirt got so soaked
That my breasts clearly poked
From the fabric which hugged them galore.

I ran into the store, dripping wet,
And I made a sight hard to forget.
For the salesclerk, named Trish,
Said, "If I had one wish,
You and I would have much sooner met!"

She was clearly a bi-sexual bitch
Who scratched often her lesbian itch.
With desire she bled,
And her eye-fire spread
To my clothes, burning off every stitch.

"You're all wet!" Trish said, coming up near,
Though she talked to my shirt, now so sheer
That my big nipples showed.
And the clerk's two eyes glowed
As she ogled my boobs and my rear.

"Thanks for coming to Camera Quest!"
Trish said, speaking again to my chest.
"Our adult tapes will get
You considerably wet!
But for you, a dry towel would be best!"

"I'm all right," I said. But I soon blushed
As the blood in my breasts quickly rushed
To the tips as Trish mopped
Up my shirt which was sopped,
And my fat nipples stiffened and flushed.
"Oh, relax!" Trish said. "Don't get uptight!
I'm just treating my customer right!
Besides, we're all alone
Save for good old Ramone,
And he's napping in back out of sight."

The clerk relished her shirt drying chore,
But I nervously eyed the front door.
Should I just run away?
What was making me stay?
I was being felt up in a store!

"You've got such nice big titties!' Trish said
As she rubbed my aroused nipples red.
Then she pinch-teased them some
With her finger and thumb,
And my breathing and pulse quickly sped.

"Please stop doing that!" I loudly cried,
Though I kept my arms glued to each side.
And no move did I make
That would force Trish to break
The tit hold that she gaily applied.

She continued to pinch, rub, and squeeze
My big boobs as if trying to tease
Me to go into heat
So we might later meet
In the backroom and each other please.

Titillated I was--but too shy
To confess that I liked it. That's why
I just stood very still
Until Trish got her fill
Of cheap thrills--and on me, she got high!

Growing bolder and playing the flirt,
Trish now slid her hands under my shirt
To feel me in the raw,
And the bitch clearly saw
My big nipples grow stiff and alert.

I said, "Stop that now! Someone might see!"
But I moved not to prove modesty,
Letting Trish have her way
And just watching her play
With my big titties sensuously.

"You're so hungry for sex it's a crime!"
Trish said. "And I think it's about time
That your diet is done,
For there's hot, juicy fun
On the menu--and all the meat's prime!"

After giving the front door a glance,
Trish found out I wore no underpants,
For my shorts she undid
And then naughtily slid
Her hand in, making my pussy dance.

"Your poor shirt is not nearly as wet
As your pussy!" she said. And I let
Trish feel up my cunt-lips.
But when I bucked my hips
She said, "Patience, my sweet horny pet!"

Giving my hairy pubes one last feel,
Trish said, "Your cunt's so hot it's unreal!"
As her fingers now dripped
With the sap lezzes sipped,
She suck-cleaned them with unabashed zeal.

Trish then killed the lights, locked the front door,
And led me to the rear of the store,
And though I dragged my feet
Out of fear, my great heat
Made me follow her like a cheap whore.

To a small, smoke-filled room I was led
Where a half-naked man lay in bed,
Drinking beer, smoking pot,
And enlarging the spot
On his wet underwear. Then Trish said,

"This is Sandy! She came for a tape,
But one look at her lovely wet shape
Made me hungry to swing!
And she needs the real thing,
Not some poorly made, fake-fuck escape!"

Ramone lit a huge joint and then blew
Out a cloud, saying, "Nice to meet you!"
He then passed me the grass
As he ogled my ass,
. And the bulge in his pants really grew.

With one arm around my trembling hips,
Trish said, "You have incredible nips!"
Then she watched me inhale
Like some dyke in a jail
Who was hungry for her cell-mate's lips.

As I took a long lungs-filling toke,
My firm buttocks Trish started to stroke,
So the passion in me
Would not ebb suddenly
Or ride out on the exiting smoke.

"Do you like sucking on Ramone's joint?"
She asked slyly as if to anoint
Me with innuendoes
From my head to my toes.
And I nodded, for I got her point.

I then passed Trish the grass quite unsteadily,
And she took a huge hit on it readily.
But she held the smoke in,
And then, clutching my chin,
She locked lips with me something incredibly.

Then she exhaled her smoke down my throat,
And my chest really started to bloat
As it filled with hot air.
And my breasts made Trish stare,
For they surged out like some parade float.

Ramone said, "Give her one more big blast!
Blow a cloud into her that will last,
So her female pontoons,
Like two circus balloons,
Will lift her off her feet really fast!"

Slyly grinning, Trish drew in a puff
From the joint, then spewed out the dense stuff
As we shared an embrace.
And I felt my whole face
Turn as red as the hair on my muff.

Though I stayed on the ground, my poor head
Floated off to Valhalla instead.
And I struck a dumb pose
As Trish stripped off my clothes
And made me, naked, lie on the bed.

Trish got naked herself in a trice,
And Ramone said, "A spat would be nice
Where you two slap and bite
And pull hair! Make the fight
Really dirty and squeal like two mice!"

Ramone then got his camera out
And filmed us in a cat-fighting bout
As we wrestled and rolled
On the bed till a hold
Trish applied turned the match to a rout.

She pinned both my arms under my back,
Pried my legs apart, gave me a whack
On each tit just for fun,
Then let her fingers run
Far inside my aroused pussy crack.

I squirmed hard like an eel and yelled, "Shit!"
As Trish bit on my swollen right tit.
But she held fast my arms
And my legs, so my charms
Stayed exposed--then she sucked on my clit.

"I give up!" I cried loudly. But Trish
Made me flop on the bed like a fish,
Sucking both my crotch holes
As her fingers, like moles,
Burrowed in just as far as she wished.

"Make me come!" I moaned now as I thrust
My hips high since my loins burned with lust.
And I groaned like a slut
As Trish fisted my butt,
And I swore, and I cursed, and I cussed.

"That's it, bitch!" Trish urged. "Howl like a whore!
'Cause it tells me you're hungry for more!"
And she kept fucking me
Till I shuddered, and we
Tumbled off the bed onto the floor.

Rolling over me, Trish said, "Now dine
On my pink-meat and my honey-wine!
Suck me off and I'll do
The same sweet thing to you,
For I really love to sixty-nine!"

So I swirled my tongue into her twat,
Lapping up the loose cunt hairs I caught.
Then I grabbed Trish's hips
And with python-like lips
Sucked her cunt for the fuck-milk I sought.

Trish moaned, "Don't stop!" Then bit on my clit
After lubing it well with her spit.
And her long fingers then
Found their way back again
Into my densely-haired anal pit.

I groaned loudly but kept gulping cream
As it flowed out of Trish's hot seam.
Then she reamed my holes wide,
Driving her fists inside,
And as fuck scenes went, this was a dream.

Ramone got a huge hard-on as he
Filmed us fucking like mink wildly.
Trish said, "Look at his dick!
Want to give it a lick?"
And I reached out for it sluttishly.

As I palmed Ramone's big dick it swelled
To twelve inches or more, and I yelled
As if it were a snake.
Trish said, "Go on and make
Friends with it!" And my confidence jelled.

So I played with it, not to offend,
And some pre-fluid dripped from its bend.
When I dried off the tip
On my large lower lip,
Trish said, "Yeah! Now lick it end to end!"

So I stroked Ramone's shaft with my tongue,
Thinking, "God! This guy really is hung!"
Then my mind, on a whim
Thought of deep-throating him.
And my head instantly backward swung.

Like some sword swallower, I allowed
Ramone's penis to slide in and crowd
Out my tonsils. At first,
I thought I'd gag and burst.
Then I learned to relax--and felt proud.

"You're impressive!" Trish said as I sucked
On the dick and all married thoughts shucked.
"But one duty still calls!
Kiss and lick Ramone's balls!
Then it's time for some slut to get fucked!"

So I disgorged the cock from the back
Of my throat so my lips could attack
The balls hanging below.
And I felt my lust grow
As I suck-kissed the huge scrotal sac.

Then I spread on the floor for Ramone
Who then mounted me, driving his bone
Into my juicy slice.
"That looks so fucking nice!"
Trish said, "Now make our guest grunt and groan!"

Ramone buried his cock till his nuts
Rubbed against my aroused anal ruts.
And I moaned since his dick
Was so long, hard, and thick,
And my wails issued deep from my guts.

With her ass (which was really a bitch),
Trish well-muffled my cries, saying, "Twitch
Like some tormented slut
While you tongue out my butt!"
So I licked her and thrashed at high pitch.

"Fuck her anus now!" Trish then yelled out
To Ramone. "I don't want her to pout!
Since her tongue in mine stirs,
You should therefore fuck hers!
That's what swinging is really about!"

Trish then held both my feet far apart
So my crotch could be read like a chart.
Ramone spit on it first
As my anal lips pursed,
Then he dove straight in, right at its heart.

"Motherfucker!" I bestially wailed
As the cock into my rectum sailed.
And the big fucking jerk
Drove my sphincter berserk
As his sausage-dick deeper impaled.

Ramone butt-fucked me now with great zeal,
Thrusting deeply so that I could feel
Every curve, node, and lump
On his cock in my rump.
And the hot friction caused me to squeal.

Soon my body was covered in sweat,
Though I hadn't felt any cum yet
Work its way through the dick
And make my rectum slick,
Though I knew that's what I would soon get.

Ramone gasped as his big dick grew firm,
And then trembled and twitched like a worm
As it reached its lone goal:
Filling up my asshole
With a huge load of hot slimy sperm.

I cried out with fierce pleasure and lust
Though my rectal walls threatened to bust
As cum wave after wave
Crashed in my anal cave.
And I weathered the tempest--but just!

Ramone milked his cock to its last drop
Until all of his balls' spermy slop
Was stowed deep in my ass.
And then, all out of gas,
He fell backwards and pulled me on top.

For his cock, still quite rigid and fat,
Was so stuck in my swollen ass that
When he backed up from me,
I trailed him naturally.
And now on him I anally sat.

But I paused not one second to grieve,
For my tension I had to relieve.
So I made my hips buck,
For I needed to fuck,
And my heavy chest started to heave.

"That's it! Make yourself spasm!" Trish cried,
Urging me to hump him like his bride
And let lust rule my head
While my hungry ass fed
On his meat still packed tightly inside.

So I bucked, thrust, and rolled my hot hips
As Trish sucked on my swollen breast tips
And hand-tortured my clit,
Roughly massaging it
And my over-aroused pussy-lips.

"Come on! Work for more semen!" Trish urged
As the passion in me really surged.
"Keep Ramone hard and then
He'll come in you again,
So your lust will be properly purged!"

Ramone grew aroused quickly, of course,
And I rode him like some rocking horse,
Making my titties flop
As I fucked him on top,
And my strained features showed no remorse.

Soon Ramone felt the pressure increase
In his sperm duct as if molten grease
Had been trapped in his balls
And now searched for the halls
That would violently lead to release.

"Here it comes!" he cried, shooting a stream
Of his best highest quality cream
Into my taboo hole.
My eyes started to roll,
And with pleasure I vented a scream.

The sperm gush was so forceful and great
That it overcame my crushing weight,
Lifting me off the floor
Like some rocketing whore
Bound for Venus and one hellish date.

But by answering gravity's call,
I returned to Depravity's Ball,
And I fell like a rock
On the stallion-sized cock,
Which ran into my cavity's stall.

Ramone made his dick work overtime
As it plastered my cunt walls with slime.
I knew I would soon come,
And the feeling came from
My whole body and felt so sublime.

"Shit! I'm coming!" I cried out in heat
As my cunt muscles squeezed Ramone's meat,
Making it elongate
And my cervix dilate
To give my baby oven a treat.

I had never fucked like this before,
Throwing open my uterine door
To some stranger and say,
"Fuck me over! Okay?
'Cause I'm just a cheap, cum-loving whore!"

But that's what I had done, in effect,
For I wanted the cock to eject
It's hot sperm in my womb.
And my lust, like a broom,
Swept away all of my self-respect.

But some pregnant thoughts stubbornly stayed,
And my focus on fucking now strayed
Off to babies and such.
And I didn't think much
About joining the 'knocked up' parade.

But these fears flew away in a flash
As I felt Ramone's cum spurt and splash
Against my chamber walls.
And I prayed that his balls
Had enough sperm to flood my whole gash.

Trish was filming me all of this time
And her zoom lens got splattered with slime,
For she hovered so near
That I bet she could hear
The sperm make their fallopian climb.

Now my pussy, red hot, wet, and mean
Pumped the cock like some fucking machine,
Milking it desert dry
Before saying good-bye
To the penis, now flaccid and lean.

"Keep your legs spread!" Trish said. "God, that's nice!
Let me film the cum ooze from your slice!
Catch the globs in your hand
(It's for art, understand),
And then mouth scrape them clean once or twice!"

I obliged the bitch, and in a wink
My red lips turned to cum-slickered pink.
And I made my tongue strut
Like some porno-film slut
As my eyes did a slow-motion blink.

"You look cheap, hot, and whorish!" Trish said.
"Now come up here and give me some head!
I got wet watching you
And Ramone lewdly screw,
And my pussy milk's flooding the bed!"

So I dove between Trish's spread thighs,
And my sucking produced moans and sighs
From Ramone's live-in whore
Who begged loudly for more,
So I gave her an anal surprise.

I had much passion left to unload,
So my tongue, like a thief on the road,
Robbed her ass of its cream,
Digging deep in her seam
Without having Trish prod me or goad.

Licking out her sweet slime pit with flair,
I lapped up all the treasure found there.
Then with lip-smacking sounds,
I went way out of bounds
And uprooted her black anal-hair.

The curls snagged in my teeth like lewd floss,
But my passion was now playing boss,
And it ranted and raved
That this rim should be shaved,
So my jaws ground the hair into sauce.

Ramone filmed this so closely my eyes
Felt the heat radiate from his thighs
And his sperm-filling balls,
(Which hung down like two mauls),
And his cock which was now on the rise.

Trish moaned loudly and thrashed on the bed
As to passions great heights she was led
When her asshole I sucked
And her pussy I fucked,
Not with cock but four fingers instead.

When no higher could Trish climb the ladder
Of delight, she jumped off. And I had her
In the palm of my hand,
Fisting her on demand,
Making her mad release even madder.

As her cunt spurted juice in my face,
I knew fucking like this would replace
Sitting bored with some geek
Every night of the week
Watching sports. Such a change I'd embrace!

Of course, finding out that I was bi
Opened doors to new pleasures, and I
Was now eager to taste
Women below the waist,
And the thought made cum ooze from my pie.

"God! I love it!" I sluttishly cried
As I rubbed myself off, spreading wide
So Ramone and Trish, too,
Could watch my pussy goo
As it streamed down my vaginal slide.

Ramone filmed the scene down by my toes
To catch my gaping cunt in its throes
As it vomited cum.
And to help the shot some,
Trish sat on me and ass-fucked my nose.

As she straddled me, swaying her hips
She kissed me with her sweet pussy-lips.
So I made the kiss French,
Tonguing into her trench,
And the scene made Ramone's cock do flips.

"Fuck her like Casey Jones!" Trish implored.
"She's a sex tunnel! Your dick's engorged!
Load your freight on her track
And with semen attack
Her hot tunnel of love! All aboard!"

Ramone well-played the bold engineer,
And his dick, chugging into high gear,
Steamed into my domain
Like a runaway train,
Piston-pumping and humping my rear.

Since my anus was well-lubed with grease
From the slime running out of my crease,
Ramone's cock felt divine.
And I hoped he would sign
Up my ass to a fifty-year lease.

"You're the luckiest girl in the world!"
I gasped out to Trish as my butt twirled
The dick like a baton.
Then I ventured upon
A cum quest as my tongue in her swirled.

Trish fell forward and sucked on my clit
As she buried my face in her slit.
We both let out a groan,
As did good old Ramone,
For together we were tightly knit.

Our hot triple-play made the bed rock
Off its frame, but we maintained our lock.
Then my nipples Trish sucked
While Ramone slowly fucked
Me to sleep with his Hall of Fame cock.

*

I woke up with a cunt in my face
And a dick filling my anal space.
Since some sunlight came through
The small window, I knew
I had spent the whole night at this place.

"Morning, honey!" Trish said. "How'd you sleep?"
I replied, "Wonderfully!" Then a deep
Guilty feeling hit me
In my gut. Morally,
I had acted real selfish and cheap.

"What's the matter?" Trish asked. "Feeling sick?"
I replied, "The short end of the stick
I have given Ramone,
For not once on my own
Have I offered to suck off his dick."

"When a debt gets too heavy," Trish said,
"Simply blow it away on the bed!
I'm sure my big-dicked boy
Couldn't help but enjoy
Waking up while you're giving him head!"

So I pulled Ramone's cock from my hole
And with kisses, I started to dole
Out some pleasure to it,
And I drooled out some spit
On the shaft, making it a greased pole.