12/07/2011
You should have seen my face when I
put down the phone. Unhappy doesn’t even
come close to describing my feelings. I
had already spent the morning practically freezing my ass off since Kari wanted
to see just how far I would go to keep something out of my rear end. But after calling her to get approval for the
assignment that my Facebook friends Arthur and Tony wanted me to try, walking
around partially stuffed with my Husky dildo, along with a clothespin chewing
on my clit, well I think I would have preferred the anal plug.
In case you
didn’t know, I am not a fan of anal play.
“The rear end is an exit, not entrance” I like to say. It’s uncomfortable to fucked there. I don’t find it even remotely stimulating
from a sexual perspective, and frankly I could easily spend the rest of my life
never again inserting anything up my ass again.
Ah, if
only.
Realistically,
there are about a zillion people on the planet who KNOW I don’t like toys,
cocks, sticks, beads, balls, or anything else up my ass, and all of them work
rather hard to make sure that my ass gets more attention than my pussy. Hell, I’m surprised there hasn’t been a
petition for a NHPS Rule #6: A NHPS’s ass must be constantly stuffed, making
sure she is open and sufficiently ready to receive the attention of her master
or mistress.
I wonder if
I have veto rights?
Originally,
the plan was simple. Tony and Arthur
wanted me quadruple or at least triple stuffed, and the suggestion was two in
the ass and one up front. The hell with
that. I immediately countered with two
up front and one in the rear. There was some good-natured grumbling, but it
seemed accepted and I resolved to go ahead and take the appropriate toys out
with me later to the barn and work out just how I was going to get three dildos
into my body at once.
Kari, on
the other hand, had different ideas. She
outlined her new plan, one that would no doubt please Arthur and Tony much more
anyway, and then hung up on me when I voiced my objections. I let out a disgusted sigh and grabbed my
purse and headed out. I climbed into my
truck and sat down, groaning as the nine inch Husky dildo, which was only
barely inside me, held in place by my panties, rammed back in, seating itself
firmly.
There wasn’t
a need to stop at my stripping spot. I was already dressed like a slut, or at
least as slutty as I needed to be. I was wearing my blue denim short skirt, the
one that flares at about mid-thigh. You
should have seen my mom’s raised eyebrows when I came back in after taking care
of the critters dressed in my boots, the skirt, a halter top and my denim
duster. There was a nasty comment about
dressing appropriately for the weather, which beat the hell out of a comment
about just dressing appropriately. My
dad on the other hand complimented me on my attire, once my mom was out of
earshot.
I had spent
the day in the skirt and halter, fortunately working on things either out in
the barn or in the house. But around
four in the afternoon I left, knowing that if I were going to complete Kari’s
assignment, I needed to head out later, rather than earlier.
One of the
nice things about being an experienced nympho humiliation pain slut is that
experience comes pretty quickly. I knew
which bar I wanted to visit and it wasn’t even that far away. I pulled up my truck, left my duster in the
car, and shivered my way into the bar.
The walk was difficult thanks to the fact that the base of my husky
dildo was again rubbing my upper thighs, leaving only about two or three inches
of rubber inside me. I stepped into the
warmth of the bar, paid my cover, and then proceeded to a bar stool where I
could survey the customers.
Sitting
down was… um… incredible. That’s the
problem with the Husky. I usually wear
it on laundry day because the repeated up and downs that come with sitting
causes me to be slowly and relentlessly fucked all day. Do you have any idea what it’s like having a
nine inch cock slowly thrust into you every time you sit, no matter where you
are? And you can control the speed of
penetration. Sit fast or slow, it’s up
to you. I sat down fast, relishing the
sudden explosion of sexual pleasure between my legs. It wasn’t enough to make me cum, but it sure
made me very wet. I shuddered, rolling
my hips a few times as I moved around, impaled.
No one
seemed to notice and a moment or two later the bartender asked me what I
wanted. I ordered a beer, took my
bottle, and spun around to observe the room.
At four
thirty, the pickings were slim and no one even approached me. Either everyone was paired off or weren’t
worth my time, or they thought THEY weren’t worth my time. That actually happens more often than not.
I’ve literally been standing practically naked in a bar and NO ONE approaches
me except a loser or two because the real guys think “there is no way I’m going
to get that.”
That’s why
I’ve developed a predatory perspective.
Mr. Right has already given up, so I have to go find him.
Tonight Mr.
Right wasn’t actually Mr. Right. It was
Mr. Rights… that’s correct… plural. I
needed three of them, three friends, three close
friends, guys who wouldn’t mind skin touching skin. That’s why I avoided the western bar. I could have had a cowboy in seconds, but
let’s face it, Brokeback
Mountain was the exception,
not the reality. I wasn’t asking them to
have sex with each other, but Kari wanted REAL cock inside me, not fake cock,
and if I were going to try to stick TWO REAL LIVING cocks inside my pussy, the
two guys needed to be pretty tight.
Time passed.
I munched on pretzels. Finally I saw two
guys come in that seemed to be best buds and “felt” right. I know I needed a threesome, but waiting for
three guys was going to be a LONG wait, and I figured they might know someone,
especially if they knew the only way they were going to get to fuck me is if
they had Moe to go with their Larry, and Curly.
After they got their drinks, I stood up, the Husky dildo sliding halfway
out of my slit, and waddled all sexy like over to their table.
“Hey guys!
Can I join you?” I asked politely. The
blinked, looking up at me. Halter top,
hard nipples… is that a fucking piercing on her right tit? Short skirt, cowboy boots, long legs. Hell yes.
It was all there in both their eyes.
“Sure, sit down,” said the guy on
the left. I did, letting out a little
moan as the Husky dildo slid all the way back in. They asked me if I wanted a
drink, but since I had brought my second beer over with me, I declined. We chatted amiably for a few minutes, a few
pointed questions giving me their names and a sense that they might be open to
my suggestion.
“I was wondering if you guys would
be interested in a little fun?”
The first
guy suddenly frowned. “We’re not buying.”
I gave him
a glare. “I’m not selling!” I
protested. “I’m looking for three guys
to fuck me. I want to try a particular
position and wanted to see if you could help me out,” I finished.
The look of
suspicion hadn’t gone away, but at least I hadn’t been summarily kicked from
the table. Guy number two looked at me
curiously.
“What
position?” he asked.
I smiled
and leaned forward, letting the front of my halter fall forward enough to let
them see quite a bit. “I need one cock
in my ass and two cocks in my pussy, all at the same time.”
They were
lucky there weren’t any flies in the bar.
Open mouths like that generally either receive flies or cocks. If I were to leave my mouth open like that,
trust me, I’d have cock in it in seconds.
Hell, even in CHURCH.
“You’re
kidding me?” guy number one asked.
I laughed
and shook my head. “Help me experience
that one position and then it’s whatever else you guys want to do. Blowjobs, single screwing, hell, if you want
you can tie me up. I’ll be yours. I just need to experience the triple
penetration.”
They looked
at each other and something seemed to pass between them. I licked my lips and then guy number two
turned back to me, shaking his head.
“Sorry. We’d be happy to take
you, but can’t handle the triple penetration.”
I was
stunned. I was being… turned down? Seriously?
I tried to
argue with them, but they were both adamant.
No triple penetration. Finally, a
little put out, I shrugged my shoulders, got up, experienced the Husky dildo
sliding halfway out of my pussy, and returned to the bar. I bounced up and down on the bar stool a few
times, sucked on my beer bottle (perhaps making it look like I was sucking cock
just a little) and ignored their stares of disappointment.
They ended
up leaving about forty minutes later and I spent the better part of the next
hour keeping an eye out for the right guys. Then, around seven, three guys came
in and my knees buckled and I KNEW that they were the ones. I slid out of my stool, the Husky dildo once
more sliding half way down my thighs, and approached. I basically greeted them in the exact same
way I did the first group and I was invited to sit down immediately. I did, experiencing the rather intense sexual
push of the Husky dildo penetrating me again.
One of the guys, Brian, noticed and asked if I was okay.
“Oh,
absolutely!” I replied brightly, still awash in sexual urgency. “I’ve got a
nine inch dildo in me right now and every time I sit down it slides back up
into me.”
No open
mouths this time, but definitely shocked expressions. Then big old grins.
“Well, by
all means, please stand up and sit down again!” said Jon. He was a brown haired, thin guy and I smiled
at him and stood up. I felt the dildo
slide out again, caught by the crotch of my panties and I lifted my skirt,
flashing the three guys a sight of the dildo base pressed tightly against my
pink bikini cut panties, before dropping back down and impaling myself thickly
on the Husky dildo.
“Sweet,”
said Walker.
It didn’t
take me long to present my request and they all quieted down and looked at each
other after I made my proposal. They
ordered dinner (thoughtfully buying me some too) and then we caravanned back to
Walker’s place
which was only a few miles away. I rode
with Brian, my hand in his lap, caressing his cock (though only at intersections
of course!) making it very clear that things were only going to get more
intense.
Walker’s place was rather
bland and it was clear there wasn’t a woman’s touch in the place. On the flip side, the bed was rather large
which was nice. I stripped for them in
the living room, music playing, and made a big show out of taking the Husky
dildo out. They liked it when I
masturbated with it and then drew it out, licking it clean. I also provided stimulating blowjobs. I didn’t make anyone cum. The idea was to get everyone so horny they
weren’t going to mind fencing each other with their own dicks.
They ended
up drawing straws for position, which I thought rather funny. Brian ended up on
the bottom, and once he lay down I straddled him. It felt incredible to have real cock inside
me. Don’t get me wrong, I like the Husky
dildo, I really do. But it’s
DIFFERENT. Trust me. Real cock pulses. It moves. It hardens, it softens. It’s flexible but rigid in ways rubber can’t
emulate. Real cock rocks.
I had taken
the liberty to thoroughly lubricate everyone after stripping, as well as my own
rear end. Like I’ve said, I’m not a fan
of anal, but at least I know how to do it properly. So with one cock in my pussy, Jon climbed up
above us, stood on the bed, and pushed his own rock hard cock into my ass.
I’ve been
double tapped before, trust me. This
wasn’t bad at all. I could handle
it. But then Walker got up on the bed, kneeling between
Brian’s legs and looking at Jon’s hairy ass.
Poor Walker. But he did what he had to do and I felt the
tip of his cock move past Jon’s balls and probe at my pussy.
Getting in
was perhaps the hardest part and we had to work at it for about five minutes
before it finally happened. It actually
came as a surprise. Hey, we aren’t porn
stars who do this for a living, or who can make several attempts which will be
edited out. This was four morons with
more hormones than sense, trying something that human coitus was never intended
for. But once Walker and Brian were both
in my pussy, we moved rapidly for a few minutes.
How to
describe it? Well… it’s awkward, to say
the least. You practically have to be
fucking with acrobats or gymnasts for it to actually work to a level where you
can possibly cum. I admit I enjoyed the
“thickness” of having to cocks in my pussy, but it wasn’t any more enjoyable
than fucking my Core Driller dildo, a twelve inch long four inch thick monster
that I sometimes have forced to wear. I
admit that I DID like it when Brian and Walker thrust at different times. Then it was like two pistons inside me,
working out of sync and that was…almost enough to make me cum. Add the thrusting cock in my ass and the fact
that I’m positive all three men could FEEL the other cocks through me, it was a
pretty intense sensation.
I was the
one who called a halt to it. Walker pulled out first,
followed by Jonathan and I pulled up off of Brian. We were all laughing and I fell over on the
bed in a fit of giggles. There you go
Facebook friends Arthur and Tony! Triple
penetration for ya! I lay there, my
hands around my stomach when Walker
stepped up, grabbed my ankle, spread my legs, and pushed his cock back in for a
solo flight.
I let him
fuck me until he popped filling the condom with white cream. Then it was Brian’s turn, who flipped me over
and fucked my ass. I didn’t object. I
told them they could do whatever they wanted, right? When Brian was done Jon took his turn, avoiding
my opened rear end and instead taking my pussy.
When every one was sated, I got down on my knees and started providing
blowjobs. Things dissolved into a fracas
gangbang, with one guy underneath me, one guy skull fucking me, and one guy in
my ass. They rotated every once in a
while and when one guy popped, he stepped aside and let the guy using my mouth
have a lower hole. We went on for
hours.
By eleven
o’clock we were down to one at a time.
That gave the other two guys an opportunity to recover before switching
out. I was pretty much sex dazed,
nothing more than fuck meat, a receptacle for cock. I had actually fallen asleep during the last
tryst and Walker
woke me up with a gentle shake.
“Do you
want to sleep here, or do you want me to drive you back to the bar?” he asked.
I
moaned. I felt like a hundred miles of
well traveled road. My pussy felt like I
had driven a tractor trailer through it.
I smiled up at Walker. “Who do I get to sleep with if I sleep here?”
I asked.
He laughed.
“Well, it is MY bed.”
I smiled,
still too tired. “Set the alarm for
five, and give me my dildo,” I said.
Walker looked at me
oddly, but padded back out into the living room. Evidently Brian and Jon had
left and gone home. He came back and
handed me the Husky dildo. I rolled and
spread my legs, slipping the rubber cock home.
“Did you
not get enough?” Walker
asked incredulously.
I shook my
head. “Nympho Humiliation Pain Slut Rule
#1: she must be constantly stuffed to make her ready at any time for use,” I
said. Walker grinned.
“Cool
rule.” He climbed up next to me, taking
me in his arms. To my surprise, I felt
his cock against my thigh and it was hard!
“Would your
dildo like company?” he asked softly. I
nodded and spread my legs.
Moments
later Walker’s
cock joined the nine inch Husky dildo in my pussy and I we moved until I we
both came. Oh my…
Double
penetration, one hole, and NOTHING in my ass?
Pure bliss.
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