Vivian Laaning Ch. 21

Because of the early exit of Tyrone Williams, Vivian took the opportunity to take a shower. It was her first one since the morning, before she started her marathon orgy. The refreshing feeling of getting herself squeaky clean again went a long way to dispel her foul mood after the disagreeable Tyrone. So she was perky when she left the shower, and looking forward to a more pleasant time with the next participant.

Before her 6:00 PM visitor arrived, she had time to reapply, and darken her skin mask. The visitor's name was Gilberto De La Cruz, who was exactly Vivian's height. After she disrobed to display herself, she asked:

"You're Hispanic?"

"Mexican and part Aztec."

"You like what you see my sweet Mexixan-Aztec?"

"With a smile Gilberto replied:

"What's not to like? You're gorgeous Messalina."

"Here let me help so I can see you quicker."

Vivian then unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, as he dropped his pants and briefs. Instinctively she reached for his cock, and she smiled. She breathlessly gasped:

"Oh! I really like this, and I know I'll sure like doing things with it. And I'm really sure I'll like what you're going to do with it."

Vivian started kissing him. Gently at first with lips fully closed. The kissing progressed to a more passionate level as she could tell by the feel of the automatic hardening of his phallus in her hand. Their breathing became more strained and full of excruciating passion. For her, she sensed that her blood was boiling. For him, he sensed his spine was being scraped by a sharp garden tool like a claw.

They mutually stumbled towards the bed and she collapsed landing partially at edge, with her feet still touching the floor. The force of her fall caused him to follow her down, and landing on top of her. In this position, his cock magically found her pussy, as her thighs inadvertently spread to welcome its entrance. There was no audible protest from Vivian as to its intrusion. All Vivian did was gasp, but it was an appreciative gasp. So Gilberto felt he had no option but to complete the natural consequence of his cock finding itself in Vivian's vagina.

When Gilberto ejaculated, Vivian simultaneously reached her climax. Gilberto was first to slither onto the bed proper, and Vivian followed shortly thereafter. They were side by side to each other for a few minutes, experiencing a satisfactory afterglow. When Vivian satisfactorily revived, without his permission, she climbed on top of Gilberto, and settled in a sixty-nine position.

As Gilberto did not object, Vivian started playing with his cock. She rubbed it along both sides of her facial cheeks. She gently nipped his penal flesh all along the length of his shaft. She licked and kissed his cock's mushroom like helmet. She swallowed his balls to administer a further exciting oral stimulation. She deep throated him several times during the numerous plunges of her mouth on his cock.

For his part, Gilberto concentrated on the crack of Vivian's ass. He enthusiastically licked and slobbered on her perineum, and particularly her anus. To his ultimate pleasure he was able to curl his tongue into a spear so as to penetrate her ass and simulate a sodomy. As Gilberto was enjoying this intense type of oral sex, he was bemused by the general consensus that the phrase "kiss my ass" is considered as the premier pejorative insult that can be rendered.

In his mind Gilberto knew that if an unattractive female would dare to utter such insult to him, he would respond:

"Oh ya baby! Don't you wish! No way in your dreams!"

Now however, if an attractive female would attempt this screed, he would respond:

"Oh ya baby! When? Where? I'm available".

As it so happened, Gilberto De La Cruz ejaculated into Vivian's mouth at the time he was scheduled to leave. Vivian swallowed all of his cum. With a happy smile she kissed him and waved her hand at his departure.

Vivian's entry in her diary:

'Gilberto De La Cruz-great Latin lover.'

Before her 7:00 PM visitor had arrived, Vivian asked Khalil to order a cheese pizza for her, as she was hungry. The visitor's name was Trevor Lockhart who was a philosophy major of all things, and also like Vivian, he was in his junior year at UW. There was nothing remarkable about Trevor's physical appearance, or for that matter his personality. At least though, from Vivian's perspective, he did seem to have a serviceable cock that she was sure would satisfy her.

Accordingly, once he got naked, she herded him onto the bed to lie down on his back. She then climbed on the bed, and started sucking on his cock. Trevor was not used to female assaults on his body. In truth, he had been unsure that he possessed any appeal to women. So Vivian's aggression immersed him into uncharted waters. However his cock knew what to; it hardened. His testes knew what to do; it was working overtime to create sperm for ejaculation.

Just at the time Trevor was close to reaching his climax, Khalil discreetly knocked at the door and entered the bedroom. He unobtrusively grabbed the convenient portable table stand and placed the pizza box and four cans of "Rolling Rock", Vivian's favorite domestic beer, on the table. Just as discreetly as his entrance, Khalil left the room without exchanging a word.

Vivian per force stopped her oral administrations on Trevor's cock. She asked:

"I'm hungry Trevor and I'm going to have some pizza. Would you like some as well?"

"I guess. Sure I might as well."

Continuing Vivian said:

"OK then Trevor, but I like my pizza flavored with some special sauce. If you want this same sauce on your share of the pizza, please let me know, otherwise I'll assume you don't want any,"

Thereupon, Vivian resumed her fellatio on Trevor's cock. He was in a very agitated state as he accurately divined her meaning. Needless to say, he was appalled by the lewdness of Vivian, of whom he knew her only as Messalina. He might have ceased the sexual activity except that Vivian's tonguing on this cock was impossible to resist.

Vivian was fully alert so as to expect the timing of his ejaculation. As soon as he was ready to spurt, she grabbed his cock from her mouth, and pointed it at the pizza. By manual manipulation, she efficiently directed his spray to land equally on the surface of half of the pizza. When he finished ejaculating, she took his now wilting cock in her mouth to clean it up of remnant cum.

Then Vivian grabbed a slice of pizza that was liberally coated with his expelled semen. Between bites she suggested to Trevor, "Go ahead Trevor and help yourself to the 'unflavored' pizza. I presumed from your silence that you would prefer that part of the pizza."

At this remark Trevor turned into all shades of red as his bile reached a dangerous negative level. He screamed:

"You're a skank! I would never have before imagined that such a depraved women such as yourself existed."

Trevor jumped out of the bed and grabbing the wastebasket in the room, he barfed into it. Vivian summoned Khalil to escort Trevor to the bathroom, so he could clean himself up. Subsequently, Trevor was able to get dressed and get away.

Vivian's entry into her diary:

'Trevor Lockhart-Not into sexual food fetish.'

Vivian went to the kitchen to peel a regular size cucumber in preparation to meet her 8:00 PM visitor. That gentleman in question was named Todd Whitman. He was the definitive dictionary definition of obese, being well over 300 lbs on a 5'10" frame. Actually, he was yet another example of society's double standard disparity between the sexes. A woman matching such physical statistics would invariably be mocked, ridiculed and subject to some very odious taunts, including but not limited: "fatso, hippo, pig, cow" and taunts as deemed the reason for the obesity like "lazy, lack of discipline, stupid".

However Todd Whitman, as a grossly overweight male, was not subject to such an abundance of nasty societal censure. Yes there were friends and acquaintances who would volunteer well meaning admonitions for the necessity of losing some weight; if only for health reasons. Still he was admired for his pleasant personality and his sense of humor. The point of course is that such admirable traits that Todd Whitman possessed would not avail an equivalent female. Such admirable traits would be discounted against the undeniable physical obesity.

In Vivian's mind as she first looked at Todd, was the belief he would not possibly object to what she had in mind. She instructed him to get onto the bed and lie on his back. She seemingly haphazardly did a blow job on his cock. Vivian's thinking was that although his body was big, unfortunately his cock was not as proportionally big. So it was absolutely imperative that she got him as big as he could become.

Once Todd's cock hardened to copulation size, Vivian got on top of Todd with her back to him. Grabbing a hold of his stimulated cock she slid it into her anal opening. Once she could feel complete penetration in her anal canal, she grabbed the cucumber and inserted it into her pussy. Then what transpired was her ultimate in control of sexual play.

By that, Vivian's movement of her hips up and down on Todd's cock was the primary activity of the sodomy. Similarly, Vivian frigging herself with the cucumber was the only activity that her vagina enjoyed in sexual contact. Todd did not have the wit to assist in manipulating Vivian's clit.

The feel of the cucumber in her pussy was something else. At first she had to persevere over the absolute cold shock of the cucumber in her cunt. It took many plunges before she became comfortable with the wet intrusion of the vegetable in her vagina. But then the initial coldness changed to a boiling cauldron. Her blood was on fire. The cucumber was becoming coated with Vivian's female juices as well as the contained sperm from previous fornications.

As soon as Vivian could feel Todd ejaculating in her ass, her own tipping point towards orgasm was reached. She kept furiously pounding her cunt with the cucumber until she squirted. She then collapsed beside Todd, and was panting and perspiring. Once she recovered from the ecstasy of her orgasm, Vivian took a healthy bite of her sexually coated cucumber. As she was happily chewing on the wet vegetable, she could sense Todd staring at her.

Not sure whether his glare was approving or disapproving, she asked:

"What? Do you want a bite?"

She was surprised by his answer, "Sure! Certainly!" So she had no option but to share the sexually used cucumber.

Entry in Vivian's diary:

'Todd Whitman-not adverse to sexual food fetish.'

The 9:00 PM visitor was a gentleman named Abner Zarecki. He was totally hirsute, reminding Vivian of her first lover, Ray Gainer. In fact Abner was even more shaggy than Ray since there seemed to be body hair sprouting all over his body. To Vivian's eyes Abe appeared to be like the typical caricature of a prehistoric caveman.

Vivian insisted that he get on the bed first to lie on his back. She scrambled on top of him and started blowing him. As his shaft was one of the few places of his body devoid of hair, she concentrated on sucking his balls, which was thickly covered by stubbly hair. The feel of his hairy balls produced a ticklish sensation in her throat; a unique experience for her.

Once she accomplished the task of getting his cock to coitus readiness, she mounted him, facing him. She then impaled herself, and bent forward to continuously stroke his very hairy chest, during the entire time of their congress. She never discerned thereafter, if every grunt she emitted to every thrust of his cock in her vagina occurred as a result of a direct response from her conscious mind. Or perhaps it was an automatic involuntary reaction of her subconscious mind. In any case every one of her grunts was neither dainty nor feminine sounding. Instead it was a sound signaling primeval erotic pleasure.

When Abner ejaculated, Vivian collapsed on top of him enjoying a tingling orgasm of her own. She lay on top of him, and stayed there for quite awhile, luxuriating in her delicious afterglow. Once she sensed his cock had wilted and slipped out of her, she rolled off him. She immediately got on top of him again but in a sixty-nine position. She happily quickly restored his cock to a hard state. Also happily he was not deterred from performing cunnilingus on her very soggy cunt. Again happily, they mutually climaxed just before it was time for him to leave. Vivian produced a genuine wave of regret upon his departure.

Entry in Vivian's diary:

'Abner Zarecki-A caveman, very hairy, but nevertheless a terrific fuck.'

The 10:00 PM visitor was a black man named Prince Joseph. He sported a huge and thick penis. It was easily the biggest that Vivian had encountered to date. When Vivian disrobed, Prince's cock naturally hardened upon confronting her naked beauty. However when he undressed he adopted a nonchalant pose. Vivian gasped and her mouth opened wide at viewing his gargantuan manhood. She involuntary grabbed a hold of it, and naturally increased its size to an unbelievable length.

As Vivian was stroking his cock by hand, she was marveling at his impressive male package, and contemplating all the wonderful things she could do with it. However, she also noticed that he sported a very smug smile. That caused her to become furious. To her mind all he had to boast about was in essence what nature had bestowed to him upon birth. From her point of view, one naturally can be happy for inheriting superior physical attributes, but what one does successfully with such attributes are necessarily more laudable.

There is a well known bromide: "the brain is the most powerful sexual organ". Never was the veracity of such been more demonstrated than in this incident. Vivian sunk to her feet, and took Prince's entire cock in her mouth, deep throating him unceremoniously within a nanosecond. As soon as Prince realized what she had done, he immediately ejaculated in her mouth. As soon as he finished spurting his cum, which was about half as much as his normal sexual discharges, even when masturbating, his cock immediately wilted, and slipped out of her mouth.

When freed of his cock, Vivian looked up to him. She opened her mouth wide to display his pathetic amount of cum in her oral cavity. She had no trouble swallowing it all in one gulp. Prince was so mortified by his abysmal performance, that he could not resurrect a decent erection, no matter what assistance Vivian could muster. Thus, after ten minutes into the session he quit. He got dressed and left the room, not a happy camper.

Entry in Vivian's diary:

'Prince Joseph-long gun, but too quick on the trigger.'

Since Prince Joseph left quickly, it allowed Vivian significant time to consume the remainder of the seven o'clock pizza, the "unflavored" part that is. She washed the pizza with a beer, "Rolling Rock" of course. She also refreshed herself indulging herself with a shower.

The 11:00 PM visitor was yet another black man also equipped with an impressive sized male package. His name was Jeff Hemings, but unlike Prince Joseph, he was not conceited as a result of possessing an above average sized penis. Vivian could sense that from the get go. She was determined, therefore to take full advantage of his stature and not waste the opportunity.

She directed him to lie flat on his back. She then positioned herself a convenient side of him to commence a slow, languorous fellatio. Vivian was one who believed that a good decent blow job must consist of at least one or two thrusts of deep throating. Jeff Hemings presented quite a challenge for her, since he was bigger and thicker than any other man she had encountered, and that included the pathetic Prince Joseph.

After her third full plunge of his cock and each time holding on to the full length of his shaft firmly in her mouth for at least 30 seconds each time, her face had turned a fully crimson rosy red color in reaction to her intense oral exertions. She was also perspiring vociferously. Jeff was absolutely astonished at Vivian's ability in sucking his cock. Previously none of his partners could get more than half of the length of his phallus into their mouths. Deciding to affect a light humorous tone to offset the heavy passionate action, he asked:

"Hey Messalina how about me? It's not fair for you to hog all the fun."

"You're not having fun?"

"You know what I mean. Get your twat on my face."

"Yes sir!"

So on his behest Vivian rotated her luscious body, lifting the appropriate thigh over his head to settle into a sixty-nine position of oral sex. In accomplishing this maneuver, she did not interrupt for even one second her continuous ongoing blow job. As soon as her cunt was over his face with the folds of her labia dangling provocatively close to his tongue, he inhaled her sexual smell. Now some men might be put off by female sexual scent, but that was not the case for Jeff Hemings. He was intoxicated by Vivian's smell. It only took two licks of her pussy before he was a goner.

Luckily for Vivian, she was only about halfway down his rod before he started to splatter his sperm in her oral cavity. She was able to capture the entirety of his cum without any of it seeping out of her mouth. However, just as he finished his climax, she reached her orgasm. She involuntarily squirted her female juices right into his mouth as his tongue was still engaged in eating her out. Because she was forced to pant as a result of her climax she had to open her mouth. Some of his sperm escaped and dribbled out of her mouth. As a result she was very messy in facial appearance.

As Vivian was fully cognizant of her visage as well as aware of what she had done in the oral love making, she turned her head to look at him. With a sheepish smile, she sweetly asked:

"Well Jeff, did you get your fair share of fun?"

"No complaints!"

As soon as Jeff recovered his stamina, they fucked from a traditional missionary position. With his long and thick cock completely in her vagina she was happily content.

Entry in Vivian's diary:

'Jeff Hemings-long gun that was not wasted.'

The midnight visitor was the second virgin amongst the men Vivian entertained that weekend. His name was Ralph Peterson, and unlike Christian Baun, he was a reasonably attractive male in physical appearance. His problem was that he had a high pitched squeaky voice coupled with a stuttering problem. That deficiency negated all of his male attributes that would otherwise have made him a "keeper" in the minds of most single unattached heterosexual females.

His self esteem and self confidence naturally was at a low point. He had two dates in high school and one since starting at UW. All of them were disasters. So never mind that he was a virgin, but as a senior in college, he had never even got to "first base' with a girl. So naturally he jumped at the chance of this weekend.

Ralph was insightful enough to recognize the preposterous premise of this gangbang as a CIA test. But by the same token, he did not believe this ruse was an elaborate hoax to humiliate him. After all he was virtually an unknown student on campus, except for those taking math, as Ralph was a recognized genius. Even amongst what little friends and acquaintances he did have who were not aware of his prowess in math, Ralph realized he was considered simply just an incidental friend or acquaintance with them. This was certainly brought home to him when he happened to mention to a friend, that upon entering his senior year, he was carrying a 3.95 GPA. The friend perfunctorily congratulated him, but Ralph could tell by his friend's demeanor, that he looked upon this factoid as a useless piece of information.

When Vivian disrobed, his breath was taken away by the sight of her naked female beauty. His eyes bulged; his mouth actually drooled to his embarrassment. And of course his cock tented his pants. Vivian smiled at viewing his reaction, so she innocently asked: