Slily George presented the swollen head of his prick to my lips, and with a smile of satisfaction at my melting condition, rubbed it slowly between them 'Open your mouth,' he ordered. Weakly I obeyed, and in a jiffy the monstrous cock was rammed in. Then, again, I could have had my revenge, for a sharp nip or two would soon have made him retire. But, to tell the truth, I was too frightened to venture on reprisals, too overcome by my own rising excitement, and perhaps curious to see how far he meant to go. I soon found out. George fucked my mouth just like a cunt. I perceived that in a few strokes I should be flooded with his abominable liquor, and with an imploring look and in a stifled voice said, 'Oh, George, you are not going to do it in my mouth, surely?' 'Yes, I am,' he retorted firmly. 'You see, even if two of your holes are useless, you have another nearly as good. When you have thoroughly tasted my noble spunk I'll show you that you have a fourth resource still, and you will be able to see as well as taste it.' I still feebly tried to push his nasty prick away. He became impatient, and finally, shouting, 'If you dare to spoil it I'll piss in your mouth… you are my thing, my whore, and I'll fuck you as I damn well please,' frigged his cock furiously with his fingers, and shot a deluge of hot, bitter, pungent spunk down my throat.

CHAPTER 5

A Taste Of Things To come

'For God's sake, look out,' I shouted to Ethel. The little puss had got her cunt across my leg and while frigging herself comfortably by this means had brought my prick to a perfectly lovely state and was excitedly flapping it against my belly.