Those Autofellatio Blues Ch. 05

If you asked every guy in my high school, "What is your greatest ambition in life?" I'd say about 95% would answer, "To have sex with Bridget Landau." The girl was sexiest, juiciest, most fantabulously gorgeous piece of ass in Christendom. She'd caused traffic accidents since she was 12, been the object of more masturbation fantasies than Jenna Jameson and Chelsea Clinton combined.

And her mother had decreed that I would be the one to deflower Bridget. Me.

When I say that this honor had me quaking with fear, trembling in my boots, scared out of my wits, well, you'd understand if you knew what probably lay in store for me. Julia, Bridget's mother, was the woman who had deflowered ME. Who had, on our first meeting, fucked me up the ass while I was tied up and helpless. Had, upon our last meeting, fucked me up the ass AGAIN, this time in a stall in the girls bathroom after my high school talent show.

This wasn't going to be one of those tender, coming of age moments. This was going to be seriously fucked up. I was going to have sex with Bridget while her mother supervised, which is usually a turn-off. And Julia had insisted that the deed be done at MY house, and, specifically, in my parents' BED. She wanted to humiliate me, break me, make me her sex slave, all because she lusted so badly for my plus-sized equipment.

Not for the first time, I cursed the heavens for my prodigious endowment. If I'd been blessed with a normal, pedestrian five-incher, how much easier the past few weeks would have been. I wouldn't have been caught by my mother giving myself head. I never would have met Julia.

But, then again, I never would have met Elaine, the sexy, matronly redhead who had given me so much pleasure since my mother introduced us. I wouldn't trade my relationship with Elaine for anything. And that gave me an idea. Well, it gave me the idea to call Elaine. Maybe SHE would have an idea about how to get me out of this mess.

I called her, and told her in a rush about my encounter the night before with Julia. When I finished all she could say was, "I'm sorry, honey. Are you OK?"

I wasn't OK, I was a mess. And my tete-a-tete-a-tete with Julia and Bridget loomed. "Can you talk to her?"

"It won't do any good, darling. She wouldn't care what I had to say. She wants you more than anything else in the world."

"She wants my cock, that's all she wants." I had to compose myself, but when I spoke there was a tremor in my voice. "Is there anything you can do to help me?"

There was a long pause. "Well..." There was another long pause, Elaine was obviously thinking hard about something. "I can at least help with your parents. I'll go out to dinner with them Saturday night. You won't have to worry about them."

That was something. I thanked her profusely and she said, "Don't worry, honey. We'll figure it out. And I have selfish reasons, remember." Her voice changed to a throaty, sexy purr. "I miss having that big cock between my thighs."

I throbbed at the thought of it. "Well, the sooner I get out of this, the better for both of us."

"Maybe something will happen on Saturday, honey."

I hung up, depressed. I only saw disaster in front of me. Elaine told me that, long ago, Julia had been the slave of one of their fellow swingers. I wished I could get find that person and have her rescue me, because it looked like, before long, I was going Julia's slave, completely in her power. My parents had partied with the same crowd as Elaine and Julia, but since I wasn't supposed to know that embarrassing fact about my folks I couldn't very well go up to my folks and ask for the info.

I got home and Mom was in the kitchen. I poured a glass of milk and when I closed the refrigerator door she was staring at me. "Anything wrong?" she asked. "You look a bit down."

"No, everything's fine," I lied. I wasn't about to tell my mother about my predicament. There was no one to turn to. I'd have to get through this on my own.

*****

The week absolutely flew by. Every time I saw Bridget I looked for some sign of nervousness, or anxiety, and saw none. She was as big a bitch as always. I thought, hopefully, that maybe it was because she was having her period, and would therefore necessitate a postponement of our rendezvous. But, no, she was always that big a bitch.

She was also that gorgeous. It was almost painful to look at her, and know that you could never have her. Of course, I WAS going to have her, but it would only be one time, and under the threat of Julia's revenge. But to actually have her as a girlfriend, hold hands with her, have her really like you-that would be too good to be true. Then again, that would mean her personality would have to totally change, because she was an insufferable brat. Maybe someday she'd grow up. Maybe.

During the whole day Saturday I was a nervous wreck. I stayed in my room and pretended to read. Julia and Bridget were due to arrive at seven. My parents planned on leaving at 6:30. That was cutting it pretty close. I hoped my folks wouldn't be tardy and Julia wouldn't be early. That would make things difficult.

But at 6:30 sharp my dad poked his head in and said, "We're outta here. You sure you feel OK?"

"I'm fine. Where are you guys going?"

"To get some Chinese at this new place that opened up near the mall. We're going with a friend of ours. Do you remember Elaine Robinson? You came with us to the funeral home, for her husband, right?"

I said I did remember. "Tell her I said hello."

"I will. We'll, there's leftover meatloaf in the fridge, if you want that for supper. We'll bring you a doggie bag, I'm sure."

"Have fun." He left, and a few seconds later I heard the garage door going up. I flew to my parents' room and made a few adjustments. I dragged the laundry hamper downstairs, fluffed the pillows, and, most importantly, removed the family pictures from their dressers. It wouldn't do to have Julia recognizing them from their days swinging with her and the others in Elaine's group.

I didn't know if I was supposed to dress up, or have flowers, or what. When I heard car doors slamming in the driveway I thought I would shit a milkshake. I went to the door, and there was Julia, holding Bridget by the hand, leading her up the steps. Bridget was blindfolded.

I held the door open and Julia held a finger to her lips. I silently lead them both to my parents' bedroom. "Honey, we'll be back in a second. When you hear the door close, you can take the blindfold off. And get undressed."

"I'm excited, Mommy," Bridget said, already slipping the straps of her blue sundress from her smooth shoulders. "I can't wait."

Julia led me into the hallway. "Get your clothes off. And put this on." She handed me a leather mask, one that fit over my entire head. It had tiny eye slits and a zippered mouth, just like the mask I wore at Elaine's party, the one where I first met this sexy, scary woman.

While I stripped and put the mask on Julia also stripped. From her bag she produced the harness for her strap-ons. I groaned when I saw it, and Julia said, "You didn't think I was just going to sit and watch, did you? No, no. I'm going to control every move you make."

She pulled out a long, flesh-colored dildo with a cord dangling from it. "I think you'll like this one," Julia said. She affixed the strap-on and tucked the battery and vibration control in one of the straps. "Not a word out of you. If you have to make noise, fine, but not a word. And if you come before I feel you've satisfied my daughter, I'll turn this up all the way." She gave a quick demonstration, flipping the switch on the dildo and fiddling with the dial. The slender probe thrummed with a loud, "HUMMMMMMBBBBZZZZZ". In my ass it would drive me insane. I nodded to show I understood.

She led me by the cock into the bedroom. Bridget lay on the bed, nude. She was Aphrodite, returned to Earth in mortal form. Her big, full breasts floated like two perfect scoops of vanilla ice cream. Her nipples were pink and hard as buttons. Her skin was the same creamy white all over, from her skillet-flat stomach to the smooth slopes of her thighs. Her golden hair fanned out across the white bedspread. Her pubic hair was shaved down to a thin stripe. My God, even her feet were sexy.

Julia leaned away and said, "Holy shit, I felt you swell in my hand." She gave my cock a quick tug. "This is your cock, darling. Isn't it lovely?"

Bridget sat up and took a look. "Wow, it's really big." She got up on all fours and crawled over, until her lips were just a few inches from my throbbing meat. "Are you sure it won't hurt me?"

"It might hurt a little, but it's a good hurt. It quickly goes away, and then all you feel is the pleasure."

She lay back and spread her legs. I almost fainted. I was actually going to have sex with her. I was breathing through my mouth, which was hard with the mask. "Our friend is going to put on a little show for you first. To get us all excited. Aren't you?" Oh, shit! I didn't want to do this, no way. I wanted to say no, afraid that I would kill myself from the strain of blowing myself. But of course I obeyed. In the end I'd have to do it anyway, and Julia would inflict a severe punishment for my disobedience.

I lay down on the bed next to Bridget and she scrambled away, looking disgusted that I dared come so close to her. My parents' headboard was similar to my own, and I was able to hook my feet under the top slat. "Mommy, what's he going to do?" She saw me arch my head toward my groin, and she said, "Oh my God, he's not going to..."

Julia unzipped my mouth and I took the head of my cock into my mouth. "Holy shit!" Bridget shrieked with delight. "That's fucking awesome!"

My eyes strained to keep Bridget in my field of vision as I fellated myself. It felt so good to have me in my mouth, and I wondered if Julia would kill me if I came without her permission. With my experienced lips and tongue going crazy, and Bridget Landau nude and so close to me that I could smell her hair, I knew it wouldn't take long for me to ejaculate.

Bridget had a fierce, hungry look on his face. "Suck it," she breathed. "Suck that big cock." She looked me in the eye, and a mouse of fear raced up my spine. I thought she recognized me, but there was no matching glimmer of recognition. "Will he make himself come?"

"Not this time, but I've seen him swallow his own come."

"Oooh, I would love to see that. That totally fucking turns me on." Bridget reached down between my legs and she touched my balls. "You'd like that too, wouldn't you? Watch you suck all that come into your mouth?"

I nodded enthusiastically, my bobbing head making my cock feel even better, and the fact that Bridget was actually TOUCHING MY BALLS had me galloping toward orgasm in seconds. "HUMMPHF! UMMM!" I groaned.

As pleased as I was to do something, anything, to impress Bridget, I was starting to really suffer. My stomach muscles started trembling, and the pain started to win the battle against the pleasure. I groaned again, even louder, trying to indicate that I was getting close to coming.

Julia said, "Honey, play with yourself while you watch. Get your pussy nice and wet." I tried to look over to see Bridget pleasuring herself, but my legs blocked my view.

"Ooh...oh, Mommy...Mommy...I'm already wet. I'm already so wet...ooh...ooooooh...I want him to fuck me, Mommy. He made himself wet, and now I'm wet...oh, Mommy...look, do you think I'm ready?"

I had to look. I had to. My stomach was cramping anyway. I lowered my legs to the bed and saw a sight so incredible it could change your life. Bridget's long legs were splayed open, and her fingers dipped in and out of her moist petals. Her hips slowly undulated as she played with herself, her eyes shut tight, a smile playing at the corners of her pillowy lips. Julia was temporarily distracted, stroking Bridget's golden hair and examining her vagina. Bridget smiled and opened her eyes, and when she saw me staring the smile vanished. "He's watching us," she said.

Julia wheeled on me. "Who fucking told you to stop!" I shook my head back and forth and scuttled back, but Julia caught me and raked my leg with her nails. It hurt, but it was such an exquisite sensation, to feel her nails tear at me.

"Come on, darling," Julia said. Bridget lay back on the bed and spread her long, slim legs wide open. I could see her tender pussy glistening with excitement. My cock was rock-hard now. Julia zipped the mask shut over my mouth, took me by the cock, and pulled me on top of her daughter. She nestled my cockhead in the dewy petals of Bridget's labia. I tried to ignore the voice screaming in my head, "Penetrate, penetrate, penetrate!"

"Don't fucking move, bitch," Julia told me. "I'm still pissed at you. And you're gonna find out how pissed in a second." She moved in behind me, and I heard the sound of a squeeze bottle dispensing lubricant. My rectum was anointed, and then I felt that remorseless hardness penetrating my rectum.

"Never let a boy fuck you in the ass, darling," Julia told her daughter. "It hurts, and it's the most humiliating feeling in the world. Isn't it, bitch?" I nodded. "Getting fucked in the ass is unnatural. It's invading someone in their most private place." She forced her hips forward and I emitted a muffled groan through the mask. "Whatever pleasure you might feel, it's nothing compared to the feeling of being controlled, dominated. Never give a man that kind of control over you."

"I won't, Mommy." Bridget shifted her hips and her slippery petals caressed my bulb. "I want it inside me."

The dildo forced its way deeper inside me and I leaned forward, my penis forcing apart the tender inner lips of her vagina and burrowing inside my gorgeous classmate's virgin tunnel. She was so tight, and so wet, and so hot, that a violent spasm shook my entire body. It drove me mad not being able to release my hips and fuck her brains out. But the big prang inside me kept me from thrusting without a reciprocal pain.

I was halfway inside when Bridget cried, "Mommy, it hurts!"

"Do you want me to pull him out?"

"No, push it in deeper! But slowly...slow...oh, Mommy...oh, yes, yes! Put it in all the way!"

It was like I wasn't even there, as though Julia was actually fucking Bridget with a huge, hard, throbbing cock. I was only a part of the equation as a penis, as a hunk of hard flesh. But the pleasure I felt was real enough. It was a level of pleasure I didn't know existed. I was fucking and being fucked. I was penetrating and penetrated. I wanted to fuck Bridget but Julia had me totally under control. And she was patient, taking her time, making me fuck her sexy daughter with long, patient strokes.

"Isn't it wonderful, honey?"

"Omigod, this feels so good! This is so much better than the toys you gave me. Oh!" Julia fucked me deep and I buried myself inside Bridget's steamy crevice. "Uhh, I can feel it throbbing. It's throbbing, throbbing, oh God, it feels so good!"

It. Not him. It. That's all I was, a thing. Even though I was living the fantasy of every guy in school I couldn't fully enjoy it. Because, as much as I wanted to fuck Bridget Landau, I also wanted her to want to fuck ME. And she didn't give a shit about me. She just wanted the crank between my legs. When we finished I knew I'd feel terrible.

But that was after. The immediate present was too fantastic to believe. Bridget was getting used to me and Julia started fucking my ass faster and faster, and I responded by fucking her daughter faster and faster. The three of us developed an odd but workable rhythm, with Julia thrusting and I following suit a half-second later. I pulled out and Julia eased the vibrating prick out of my ass, reloading for another ruthless jab inside me. I looked down between my legs and saw my huge penis spearing Bridget between her thin, smooth legs. The lips of her shaved pussy were spread wide open to accommodate my tremendous girth. It was like a glimpse of Heaven on earth.

The bed was really squeaking now, the three of us fucking faster and faster. Julia reached around me to caress her daughter's floating breasts and tweak her pert, stiff nipples. "Uh, oh, Mommy, fuck me. I love you so much, fuck me!"

Bridget put her hands on my hips and used her ankles on my asscheeks to spur me even faster. The faster I thrust home inside Bridget, the harder I got fucked in my ass. It all felt wonderful, the pain didn't matter. I didn't know what would happen if I came before Julia was ready for me. I couldn't be expected to hang on forever.

Bridget was moaning and shrieking now, "Uh, oh, fuck me! Fuck me, oh, Mommy, yeah, give it to me, plunge that big cock deep inside me! Oh yeah!" The fingers that were on my hips drew up my back and she scratched me viciously. I groaned from inside the mask and Julia got excited. "That's it, baby, don't be afraid to scratch!" Julia put her hands at the nape of my neck and drew her nails down the length of my back. Bridget clawed across my stomach. Julia's nails moved next to my tender asscheeks, and I felt the soft flesh tear under her nails.

I screamed in anguish under the mask, but the pain also brought a sharper edge to the pleasure exploding inside my body. I fucked Bridget faster and faster, Julia fucked me faster and faster, and at last it was too much. "Mommy, it's getting really big, oh, Mommy, I'm gonna come again, oh, yes, yes!"

"He's gonna come in you, baby," Julia said. "He's going to fill you up with come and you're gonna love it. Wait, wait..." I kept thrusting, wondering what Julia was waiting for, and then the vibrations from the dildo increased tenfold and I screamed in ecstasy. She resumed fucking my ass and said, "Any second, baby, any second now..."

"MMMMFFFFFHHHRRGGG!" I screamed inside the mask. I arched my back and buried myself in Bridget's pussy and I erupted like Krakatoa. My balls clenched and a tidal wave of semen flooded her womb. My cock trembled again and again, shooting more and more come, my orgasm going on and on. "Mommy, it feels so warm, so wet inside me, oh, there's still more, it's still coming, oh, yes, yes!" She scratched me again and screamed, "His come is so HOT!"

"Uhhhhhhh!" I bellowed one last time. I couldn't believe the intensity of my orgasm. It left me utterly, completely spent. I didn't have the energy to worry about Julia, or Bridget, or what they might do to me in the future. I was caught in the most perfect moment of my life.

And that's when I heard the voice from the doorway say, "What the FUCK is going on here?"

I looked over my shoulder, and standing in the doorway were my parents. I was still buried inside Bridget, and Julia was buried inside me. Blood dribbled from the scratch marks on my back and chest, and my semen oozed from Bridget's pussy. None of us moved.

I reached up and unzipped the opening over my mouth. "Hi Mom," I groaned. "How was dinner?"

The hell else was I going to say?