Diary of a Whore: Part 4

Then I sucked on the balls while I stroked,
And remembered how nicely it poked
Into my cunt and ass,
Making pass after pass
And how thoroughly it left me soaked.

Since my gut growled from hunger and lust,
I was tempted to help Ramone bust
His incredible nuts
In my ravenous guts
By just sinking my teeth through the crust.

But I wasn't that starving! Instead,
I just focused on giving great head.
So I sucked like a sow
While imagining how
Wonderfully I would shortly be fed.

Such a yummy thought quickened my pace,
And I bobbed my head down to the base
Of the stallion-sized dong
Knowing Trish, all along,
Had been filming my cock-sucking face.

Up and down went my head like a hammer
As my mouth really started to clamor
For the taste of hot sperm.
And the penis grew firm,
Greatly adding to its charm and glamour.

And then like some volcanic eruption,
The cock spurted out cum and corruption
In my mouth and my mind,
For I knew I would find
Myself quickly addicted to suction.

Tasting like simmered cream mixed with jelly,
The cum poured down my throat to my belly.
And each spurt from the dick,
Which was blood-sausage thick,
Told me I had found my favorite deli.

Then for Trish's sake, I took a blast
On my face so the image would last
Almost eternally,
Since she was filming me.
Then back in my mouth went the dick fast.

"Please keep coming!" I prayed to Ramone,
Who kept sleeping for reasons unknown.
But each gulp that I'd take
Made him shiver and shake,
And each suck made him let out a moan.

When the cum flow shut down at his spout,
I massaged him to force the sperm out
That was trapped in his ducts,
And with lip-smacking sucks
I got all of it without a doubt.

Now since Trish held her camera near,
I dick-rubbed my whole face, ear to ear.
Then I slapped my cheeks pink
With the cock, gave a wink,
And then buffed the cock clean with my rear.

Though my fingers were covered with foam,
I ran them through my hair like a comb.
Ramone opened his eyes,
And expressed his surprise.
"You're still here? I thought you had gone home."

I just laughed and then shared a long shower
With the two who had taught me to flower
As a slut, and who said,
"You owe us a new bed--
But you can work it off by the hour!"

Trish then dressed me and, smiling, I left
Having no heavy conscience to heft,
Though my husband might hate
My returning so late...
And with semen packed inside my cleft!

But I found my guy still on the floor,
And he woke, asking me, "What's the score?
Did the good guys prevail?"
I said, "They kicked some tail!"
After that, life was never a bore.

CONCLUSION

By the time Sandy finished her tale,
I was lust-drenched and now forced to bail
Out my cunt else be drowned.
Then we sought higher ground
When my efforts seemed likely to fail.

To the dry upper bunk we now clung,
So the juice that escaped Sandy's tongue
Could just drip to the floor.
And my syrupy outpour
Fell in strands off the mattress and hung.

"That's what I call great viscosity!"
Sandy said. But that was Greek to me,
For with words I was dumb.
I just knew that my cum
Was real thick and oozed out sluggishly.

"So I take it you really enjoyed
My hot story!" she said as she toyed
With my clit as it grew.
"What gave you the first clue?"
I gasped out, as my wit I employed.

"You're a smart ass, I see!" Sandy noted.
Then her long-fingered hand she devoted
To my pussy, and she
Buried it totally,
And her efforts I wisely promoted.

"Here's a nice trick that I learned from Trish!"
Sandy said, now beginning to dish
Out the pleasure to me
As her hand, naughtily
Swam around in my cunt like a fish.

Then her fingertips rubbed on the ceiling
In the back of my pit, and the feeling
Was so fucking divine
That both titties of mine
Spurted milk and my brain started reeling.

Sandy slyly purred, "Isn't it great
To have some woman's hand masturbate
Your hot uterus, bitch,
Without having to hitch
A ride first through your cervical gate?"

I was too busy thrashing to say
That my aunt often fucked me this way,
As did Anne, Redd, and Sis,
Pride and Sue, and sweet Bliss.
So I just mumbled out, "It's Okay!"

Now to say I was coming was like
Saying some in Peking rode a bike,
For I bounced on the bunk
Like an over-sexed monk
In the woods with nine nuns on a hike.

"Drain my tits!" I begged Sandy, and she
Tore her mouth from my clit hastily,
And played farm girl and sow,
Milking me like a cow
And then sucking my juice piggishly.

Every pore on my flesh produced sweat,
And I still wasn't done coming yet,
For the shocks ran through me
Like electricity,
And the mattress I squirmed on was wet!

Then a guard named Lucille banged the bars
Of our cell, saying, "This isn't Mars!
If you can't fuck and suck
Like two humans, tough luck!
Keep it down or I'll make you see stars!"

I was already seeing them, though,
And I couldn't stop bellowing, so
Lucille got mad as hell,
Quickly entered our cell,
And then slipped on the slime from my flow.

"Motherfucker!" she angrily swore,
As her big ass slammed into the floor
Soaking her skirt in scum.
"Where did this shit come from?"
And she stripped naked, cursing some more.

Then she climbed up to join us and brought
Her night stick. "Want this club in your twat?"
Lucille then threatened me.
I cried, "Assuredly!"
And the black woman gave me a swat.

After planting her ass on my face,
She said, "Slut-bitches from outer space
Need to have their cunts swirled
And fucked out of this world,
For they're strangers to our human race!"

She then held my legs back with her arms
To expose my hirsute nether charms,
Whacking them with her stick
Till its shaft became slick
And my brain sent out sexual alarms.

"Spread her cunt-lips!" Lucille ordered Sandy,
Drafting her support since she was handy.
And my cell-mate obeyed
With a lust that displayed
Just how horny she was and how randy.

The black guard went to work on me then
With the vengeance of seventy men,
Stirring my passion thick
With her big swizzle stick
As it dipped in and out of my den.

Now my face was surrounded by fat,
For Lucille was not skinny and sat
With her cheeks pressed to mine,
And their bulbous design
Kept my nose to her grindstone--and flat!

And since she didn't diet or fast,
My loud cries didn't linger or last.
In fact, her bulging ass
With its mountainous mass
Could have muffled an atomic blast.

So I silently suffered as she
Fucked me over--and real nastily!
And since she was still steamed,
My hot anus she reamed,
Really fucking the shit out of me.

Though her night stick made many deep trips,
I blacked out from her ninety-inch hips.
But I came to again
When she slapped me, and then
I felt piss splashing onto my lips.

Lucille soaked my whole face and then said
(As she slid down from our upper bed),
"Maybe now you'll be quiet
And not raise a riot
When Sandy gives you some good head!"

My new cell-mate had blushed when Lucille
Golden-showered my face. "You must feel
So debased!" Sandy said.
I replied, "I was bred
To luxuriate in its appeal!"

Sandy blushed again, and I knew why,
For she clearly was eager to try
It herself and serve me
Some of her acid tea
But held back because she was too shy.

"Go ahead!" I encouraged. "I know
What you're thinking, and drinking your flow
Would be the perfect way
To conclude our first day
As new cell-mates! Now let yourself go!"

Sandy smiled and knelt over me,
And I stuck out my tongue for her pee.
She released a brief spurt
In my mouth, and then squirt
Out a stream when I purred wickedly.

Sandy's eyes told me all, for she looked
Down on me as if already hooked
On the practice, and she
Showered me lavishly
As her passion and lust really cooked.

"God! I love it!" she said with delight
As her eyes deeply drank in the sight
Of my face being splashed
With her piss. And she smashed
All restraint, aiming left and then right.

Then she squirted me clockwise as she
Rolled her hips side to side lustily,
Soaking most of my hair
And my face everywhere.
Then she said, "Take the rest orally!"

Sandy pressed her cunt into my lips,
And then holding my head, thrust her hips
So her wet bulge could meld
With my mouth. Then she held
This position while I took my sips.

Sandy shivered as I gulped her piss,
And she said, "I could get used to this!"
Then she shuddered real hard
As my lips and tongue sparred
With her piss-hole which trembled with bliss.

For a good twenty minutes I sucked
Her sweet pussy, and she moaned and bucked
Till she fell in a heap
And surrendered to sleep
As I kiss-cleaned her urinal duct.

*

It was clear that we two had been made
To suck each other off, and we laid
Like two peas in a pod,
With our lips praising God
Every night when we sexually prayed.

And to sate both our cravings for cock,
The guards daily our cell would unlock
So the black cleaning crew
From the city could screw
Us and keep us cum-crammed 'round the clock.

Sandy really made me feel sublime
When I learned why she was doing time,
And I loved her the more.
She was my kind of whore
For committing a sexual crime!

It began back in college, she said,
With a teacher named Carmen, now dead.
This professor, you see,
Loved all perversity
And played mind games inside Sandy's head.

For in fantasy Carmen was gifted,
And her lewd sexual thoughts quickly lifted
Sandy out of her haze
And her high moral ways
Until all of her values had shifted.

Soon her teacher was making her screw
Everybody in every milieu.
All was mental, not real,
But it held an appeal
For a 'good girl' whose shy days were through.

So the seeds of lust now were implanted
By the time her degree had been granted.
And once she met with Trish,
Every Carmen-based wish
Became real with all morals recanted.

So when Sandy became a school teacher,
She got caught having sex on a bleacher
At a home-coming game.
And since she felt no shame,
The law put her where teens couldn't reach her.

But I can! And I take every chance
To spice up our love-life and enhance
What we already share,
And so nothing I spare
In contributing to our romance.

Now it's time that I make my good-byes.
And to women like me, I advise
That they grab a redhead
If to prison they're led,
For they'll find that the time really flies!