Schlongue Part Eighteen

I am two minutes late getting back to the hotel. I do not have the coffee ready, the croissants are not ready. I am in deep trouble. Thankfully I do not see the three hellish cannibals that butchered me.

My wife is lying in the arms of a different man than she went home with last night. Her hand is caressing his hardening cock. “So sweetheart, why are you limping? Didn’t they treat you very well?” Her smile is tight, as though she is already thinking of how to exact her penalty. “Get our coffee and breakfast, and get those clothes off. Did you forget that I want you naked?” No, she is not happy with me.

I consider my options. I know that she was hoping that I would be hurting. If I say they were nice to me, she will see that is not true as soon as my cock is exposed, which will be in just a few minutes. If I say they were mean, I will be at fault for having caused Pooch pain when I pulled my cock head out of her. I decide that a non-committal answer is the only way.

“The ladies decided to practice their sewing while I was there.” That should be neutral enough.

“Well, hup, hup honey, bring our breakfast to us so that you can clean us up.” She turns back to the stranger and caresses his balls and cock, nuzzling her nipple into his mouth.

I sigh with relief as I lower my trousers and allow my cock to swing free of torturous contact with my legs and ass.

I hurry into the kitchen to get their breakfast ready. Thank god the food is already prepared by the kitchen downstairs. I pick the tray up and hurry back into her bedroom. As I am working, I puzzle how to survive the next few minutes intact.

My wife is riding her new lover, his small stiff little cock embedded in her randy cunt. She rises and falls onto it, fucking her self to a late morning orgasm. I have a perfect view of her penetration, as both of their legs are spread wide to afford the best view to someone standing at the foot of the bed where I am.

Her sighs and moans describe perfectly how well she likes his cock. His shaft is coated in her wetness, and the white semen of her lovers. Obviously she is not working on her first cum load. Each pumping action works more cum out of her. The dripping cum is covering his balls and running down onto his asshole.

I watch as his balls tighten and he begins to spasm his lust into her pussy. His cumming triggers her orgasm, and I see her arch her back in ecstasy. They shudder together for a long time. His fucking thrusts slow, and she sinks onto his shaft and pubic hair. His cum finds no room at the inn, and simply runs down his shaft onto his balls, and onto the sheets beneath them.

Slowly she rolls off of him, her face serene from her delightful orgasm.

The involuntary beginning of hardening of my prick reminds me of the ‘surgery’ that was been just recently performed. He shrinks back to hang limply from my crotch. I again worry about the next few minutes.

“Honey, come over and clean us up.”

I place the tray on the side table and start forward to perform my oral tasks of love for my beautiful bride. My cock head strikes the edge of the bed as I kneel to service the mans cock. I manage to maintain my poker face. My mouth encases his small cock head and shaft. I use my tongue to lap her deposited layers of cum from his shaft. There is dry cum there as well, and it takes a lot of sucking to get it off. His cock hardens under my ministrations.

“Oh that is nice of you honey, go ahead and let him cum in your mouth. What a nice thing to do for….What is your name sweetie?” She looks at him with puzzled look.

“Juan, madam.” He begins to fuck into my mouth as I clean his little cock. His thrusts grow more rapid until he spurts onto my tongue. I look out the corner of my eye to see his hotel servers uniform lying on the floor beside the bed.

Resigned to my fate, I finish sucking him clean, and release him from my lips.

“Now me sweetheart! Make me cum like that too!” She spreads her lips wide to expose layers of cum coating her cunt and asshole.

For some reason she feels the need to explain to me what is going on with her lovers. “Honey, I had to fill in with this server guy because the other three had to leave half way through the night. They were afraid their wives would be suspicious if they stayed longer. Can you tell which taste is which in me yet honey?”

I realize that the cum on her asshole was not necessarily running there from her cunt, so, burying my pride, I borough my tongue into her anus to carefully clean it as well.

Her hips began to rock as I tongue fuck her asshole, trying to get the last vestiges of her various lovers cum out of her puckered opening. Her anus began to relax, and soon I could get my tongue inside to search for any remaining sperm. After a few minutes, I can taste no more, so I move my tongue and lips to her pussy. Her rocking continues as I insert my tongue deeply into her pussy opening. She gets up onto her knees and pushed me down onto my back. Cum began to pour out of her opening, filling my mouth.

“They all fucked me at least four times, one fucked my five, honey. Isn’t it wonderful tasting all of their cum? I love watching you service my cunt after such a wonderful fulfilling night of fucking.”

I stretched my tongue up around her cervix opening and lap her clean to the bottom of her vaginal canal.

“OOOOHHH yes honey! Make my nasty sperm filled snatch cum again. Tongue fuck my twat. Lick that cum out of my nasty cum filled cunt! Oh GOD honey you have the greatest tongue in the world. Don’t stop honey, fuck me with that wonderful tongue.” I feel her pussy begin a powerful orgasm. She spasms as I tongue her depths.

“Ohhhhhhh Honey that was fantastic! She reaches down and puts her hand on my tortured shaft just below my cock head. She massages the rough edges of the butchery, working the remaining salt further into the wounds. The tunnel vision returns.

“I like their design on your foreskin, honey. Your friends did a great job, don’t you think?” I hear no surprise in her voice, no shock or horror. Just as though she is feeling what she expected.

I struggled to say in a neutral tone “I’m glad you like it sweetheart.”

“You really got it pretty uniform, ladies.” I realize the butchers from hell are standing above me.

“Why don’t you service their cunts with your tongue just to say thank you, baby?”

She moves aside to make room for them.

One by one I orally service the vaginas of my torture team. As I tongue them they each massage the salted wound with their hands. They each squeeze it as tight as they can while they orgasm. They decide they all want a second go, so again they continue to torture my cock until I can almost no longer feel the pain.

After they all agree they have had enough ministration, I see my wife return to her place on the bed.

“Honey, I know you are in pain, Why don’t you clean yourself with your mouth. Let these pretty ladies watch you give yourself a blow job.” She turns to them and adds “You won’t believe this. Watch! I still can’t believe he can do this. Honey go over by the couch and give us a good show.”

I gather my strength and lurch toward the couch. I lie down and swing my legs into the air.

“Lets get really close, ladies, so we can see his technique,” suggests my wife. They all trundle over and sit in a semi circle on the marble floor, their naked cunt lips misting small circles around their openings on the tile.

I lower my cock toward my mouth. All four lean forward. I can see the server has his uniform back on. He walks over and stands behind my wife as my cock head enters my mouth. The grin on his face is wistful, . . . . . and greedy.

The women all have their faces within inches of my face as my cock shaft continues to lower into my mouth.

“My God. How much of that monster can he take?”

My wife giggles in glee. “Watch! You won’t believe what is about to happen,” my proud new owner laughs uproariously.

The salt on my wounds is being reactivated by my saliva. The burn returns full bore, and my eyes water uncontrollably. I use my tongue to try to remove as much of the salt as possible.

“Look he is tonguing himself around our handiwork. Did we get enough salt on your little treat to taste right?” They all laugh loud and long.

I continue to massage the salt from my sore cock. I swallow as often as possible to get the salt away from my wound. Thankfully the salt has activated my salivary glands, and my mouth is awash in spit.

“You can play with his asshole while he fucks his own mouth if you want to.” my lovely sexy naked well-fucked-by-other-men’s-cocks wife volunteers.

Stretch jumps up and grabs her infernal tube of lube. She spreads it around, and I feel her fingers begin to rape my asshole. With little foreplay I feel whole hands invade my anal opening. I try to blot the anal intrusions out of my mind so that I can salve my wounds with my tongue. The pain begins to lessen enough that I can begin to focus my eyes.

I look up and see Pooch with her arm stuck into me to her elbow. Her face is gleefully watching her own actions, as though she is mesmerized by the sensation. She begins to fist fuck my ass, withdrawing her hand completely, then viciously plunging her clenched fist back through my opening all the way in to her elbow. I am glad she is not married, because I don’t think she would have removed her diamond ring.

The hotel server gets a hard on as he watches the women do my asshole, and I mouth suck my own cock. His rapt gaze tells me he fantasized about this before, his mouth opening and closing in time to my movements. He works his tongue as he watches my oral ministration to my wounds.

“Fuck that asshole baby!” the women chant as Pooch gets her revenge on my sore asshole. My ass is getting very bruised.

They all put their hands on my cheeks and start pushing down,

“Come on fucker, suck that schlongue off. Shoot your cum load into your own mouth while we watch and fist fuck your asshole, you worthless pile of horse cock.” Pooch is really into my humiliation now.

My darling wife smiles that wide beautiful amused smile as she watches the asshole orgy and blowjob. She eggs Pooch on with “Yeah baby, show him who’s the boss!”

The hotel server adds his hand to my ass cheeks and helps the women shove my cock down my throat. Pooch grabs my balls and uses them to pull up after the others have pushed on the down stroke. At least she is out of my asshole.

My cock shaft disappears into my mouth inch by inch on each down stroke.

“How much can he take?” Teach wonders out loud. I am about two thirds in by now.

I see the servers hand wondering toward my exposed and vulnerable asshole.

I feel his fingers stray over the edge of my raped and puckered opening.

I am now about three quarters into my mouth.

“God, what a turn on, watching a horse cock like that get swallowed by the man that packs it around all day!” Teach is fascinated by the perversion of my cock fucking my mouth. Her eyes glitter with rapt attention. Her face has a look of revulsion as she watches me suck my own shaft.

The chant returns “Fuck your mouth, you asshole, suck your own cock. Cum in your mouth, you fucking cocksucker.” The cock is now almost totally inside my mouth on the down-stroke. I feel my balls graze my forehead.

“Look, his own balls are banging on his forehead. What a pervert! He’s going to take the whole fucking cock in isn’t he. God what pervert!”

My skin at the base of my cock shaft caresses my upper lip. My balls bounce off my forehead. I feel my wife’s name written in my pubic hair tickle my nose.

Pooch reaches in and grabs the remaining hair and viciously yanks, pulling several strands out. I see the blood bead on the surface of my skin where the hair had been.

They all push hard on my ass. The servers hand enters my asshole, gripping the lips as he helps Pooch pull me back up out of my mouth.

I realize they are all too close to fake cumming in my mouth. I block out the pain and my cock begins to stiffen. I feel my balls getting squashed from Pooch’s grip. I feel the servers finger nails digging into my ass lips as they both pull up.

I surrender to the abject humiliation of my circumstances. My cock blossoms to full hardness. I hear them gasp as they see my balls tighten. I fuck my mouth with abandon, throwing my hips vertically into the air, than slamming my own horse cock down my depraved throat.

“God he’s going to cum!”

“Suck that monster you faggot cocksucker!”

“Fuck man, look at that cock disappear down his throat! He could give a horse a blow job and not know the difference!”

Pooch starts slapping my ass cheeks in time to my slamming my cock down my throat.

I feel the blessed freedom of not caring what they think.

My cum erupts into my mouth. It erupts continuously even on the up stroke. My mouth is suddenly totally full of cum. On the next down stroke cum spews out of my nose, around my cock shaft past my lips. I feel my chest receive the flying goop. My ears receive the slimy river running down my cheeks.

“Look at his balls pump that cum!”

The server reaches down and scoops up cum, then cleans his hand with his tongue, slurping greedily. Not to be outdone, the torture crew also starts to lap my cum from where ever they find it. I feel my orgasm start to subside, and my stroke slows, giving everyone access to my spew.

My wife leans back and makes sure the video cameras are still recording this orgy, smiling contentedly.

Schlongue Part Seventeen

“Get the fuck up you weenie.” I feel someone kick me in the side. I feel a hand grab my cock head and yank. A hand grinds the foreskin back and forth. I again fade to black.

“So how the hell are we going to get him back to his hotel if he doesn’t wake up?”

“Don’t worry, he’ll come back around soon.”

“So what do you think his wife is going to say about what we did?”

Who cares, she told us to make his cock hurt. It isn’t our fault if we did what she asked us to. After all, she doesn’t want to fuck him. His cock is useless no matter what it looks like. Besides, I like the scalloped affect. Gives that thing visual interest, don’t you think?”

I open my eyes to see them all bent over my cock, surveying their handiwork. I raise my head to see that the bleeding seems to have stopped. My stomach does not seem to be covered with blood.

“Look, he’s waking up!”

Pooch walks over to my head and smirks. “Did we get you attention that time, you fucking asshole?”

I think silently ‘Pooch, I don’t think you like men very well.’

“Get up you worthless-cocked asshole. You need to get back to your hotel. Get dressed and get your sorry, worthless cock out of here. You can walk back. We’ll see you there, ass fucker.”

I look at my watch and realize I need to be back at the hotel in less than ten minutes. Shit, I struggle to my feet. My cock screaming with pain. I head for the bathroom to wash some of the salt out of my wounds.

“Oh no you don’t you asshole. Leave the salt on there to make sure your fresh meat doesn’t spoil in the heat. We can’t let all that lunchmeat spoil you know.” She leers as they all hold out their hands, each holding pieces of my foreskin. Together, looking in my eyes, they raise their hands, heads tilted back, mouths open, and drop the pieces of skin into their open mouths. They begin to chew.

“Shit, this stuff is tough!. And it has almost no taste at all. Even the salt didn’t help.”

“Sure doesn’t taste like chicken, does it?”

One by one they troop over to the waste can and spit what used to be my wife’s cock flesh into the trash can. Did I just see them do what I thought I saw them do? Shit, my cock isn’t even worth eating? Shit! I visualize my cock laying on the table on a plate, cooked specially for this occasion, my wife asked ‘who wants the head?’ They all shake their head. ‘None for me, thanks.’ My cock goes to waste. Tossed into the garbage and taken to the county dump.

I stumble to my clothes, and pull them on, trying not to faint again. I stumble over to a chair to pull my trousers up. I put my shirt on and tuck it in. I painfully tuck my injured manhood into my trousers.

“Hey asshole, what about that thing that you are supposed to put on your cock meat to hold it under your asshole?”

I search for the strap, then find my belt. I pull my trousers down and try to get the hook into the hole in the ring. My vision is blurry, but I manage to get it attached. I pull it up under me, attach it to my belt in the back, and pull my trousers back up.

The pain with each step, my butchered cock meat rubbing on my leg and trousers as I try to walk threatens to cause me to black out again. I stumble out the door.

”Better hurry you worthless cock meat asshole, you’ll be late to your Master. She’ll want to beat you again.” I hear victory cheers as I softly close the door.

Schlongue Part Sixteen

“Lets cut a piece of his meat off for each of us to chew on.

Cannibals!!!!!!!!!!!!!!? I am getting strapped by cannibals!!!!!?

“How would we cut his meat?”

“Look in his pocket, see if he has a knife.”

“What will his wife say?”

“When she left, she whispered to me to make his schlongue hurt as much as we could make it hurt!” The evil giggle from all three women made my skin crawl. Then I realized THAT was what started all of THIS. I again visualize my cock meat being served for dinner as sausage. I visualize my dear sweet wife asking ‘So then, who wants the head?’

“No knife in his pocket.” Such deep disappointment.

“I have toe nail clippers.” OOOHHH Shit! Sure enough, Stretch finds her toenail clipper. Looking for some sort of positive spin on what is clearly a deteriorating situation, I decide that toenail clippers may be better than a knife. A lot smaller cut, I hope.

They all approach my meat with blood in their grins.

“Lets cut some skin off his foreskin. He has so much!” They all giggle.

I flinch as they reach for his head.

“Don’t you dare move.” Pooch yells menacingly, her face as close to mine as she could get it, looking up at me from two feet below.

I close my eyes and feverishly think about sunsets and beautifully colored clouds over the water. Each time they touch me I feel my asshole quiver. My thighs begin to quiver from the prolonged stress.

“Put your hands behind your back, you fucking quivering coward. Just because you have big cock meat doesn’t make you a good fuck, you asshole.” Pooch was psyching herself up for this.

I think wistfully to myself ‘Pooch, honey, let’s be reasonable here. I am sure we can work out something a little less permanent.’

I feel my foreskin being pulled up, then a sharp edge against my skin. I squeeze my eyes together as tight as I can.

“Get something to wipe up the blood so we don’t stain the carpet.” It was Teach.

I feel the sharp edge on the upper and lower sides of my wife’s newly acquired foreskin. I feel two sets of fingers, one on each side of the sharp edge. The two sets of fingers grip my foreskin tightly.

Clip!

I am amazed at how little pain there was. I open my eyes to see the blood running down my cock head onto the table.

“I KNOW! Lets give him a scalloped trim around his schlongue, like a little feminine ruffle!”

I watch as the fingers are re-positioned, and the clippers moved to continue the cut making an indentation about a quarter of an inch in from the edge of my foreskin.

Clip! A piece for skin is cut free from my wife’s foreskin. They re-position for the next cut. Clip! Re-position. Clip! I see the pattern developing around my cockhead. Lots more blood running onto the table. Clip! My cock head is completely covered with blood, Clip! They are half way around. I decide I will be able to endure the rest of this beastly ‘procedure’.

They continue merrily on around his head. They jabber back and forth about how even it will come out. “Might be our best work!” crows Teach. They have done this before? What in the world has happened to the moral’s of the women of this world?

They finally finish their scalloping job, then stand back to survey the pile of foreskin they have amassed on the table next to my cock head. Pooch looks up at my face and realizes that this had not hurt as badly as she had dared hope.

“Ladies, I think we need to salt this meat down. Don’t you think?” They all turn to gaze up at my face. I am not mentally fast enough to change my expression to show extreme pain.

“Yeah, I think your right! We wouldn’t want it to spoil, now would we? All that fresh meat just sitting there in this heat.”

The saltshaker appears over my cock head, and turns itself over, shaking small white grains on to the butchered foreskin. My vision tunnels to just the space around my cock head. I can see nothing else.

“Take the cap of the shaker, lets make sure we put plenty of salt on that freshly cut meat.”

In the dark long tunnel, I see a hand unscrew the head off of the saltshaker. I watch, as if in slow motion, as the shaker container is again slowly, degree by degree, turned upside down, the salt grains pour in infinitely slow slow-motion out of the shaker and onto the bloody stump that was once my cock. I feel pain that is beyond any previous experience. I hear myself scream in slow motion, then watch as their upturned faces register delight and joy. The ceiling comes slowly into view, then recedes away from me. I fade to black.

Schlongue Part Fifteen

“God, let me have some of that!” demanded Teach.

Stretch slid off to the side in a wilt, and Teach climbed on.

“Tongue fuck me boy!” I again start my circling around her lipped opening. After only a few circles, I jammed my tongue into her as far as it will go. I lick her cervix, my tongue spread as far as I can make it go. Her orgasm is immediate and immense. I continue to thrust in and out with my tongue as she is wracked with cummings. Her ass cheeks shimmy against my face. Her orgasm lasts for a long time.

Finally, breathless, she rises, looks at Pooch, and says “Girl, you need that to get your feelings back. Give it a go. That was my best ‘O’ ever!”

Pooch rises on wobbly legs and sits on my face. She reaches down and pinches my nipples between her thumb and forefinger as hard as she can. “Make me cum you fucking worthless piece of cock shit.” She twists my nipples so hard I think she will tear them off my chest. A little anger management problem here, wouldn’t you say?

I thrust my tongue up and flick her clit powerfully.

She gasps so hard that I am afraid she will swallow spit down the wrong pipe. “Oh God! Do that again!”

I flick her clit again. She pinches my nipples again, tugging herself down tighter onto my mouth. I can feel my nipples being pulled away from my chest muscle she is pulling so hard. I become determined not to give her the satisfaction of wincing. I thrust my tongue up her cunt and polish her cervix, taking care to spread her cunt walls as far as I can.

“Yes, you piece of shit, tongue fuck my cunt like you’re only good for!” She leans over and swats my cock head with the flat of her hand. She reaches further down and hits me in the balls with her fist. It is all I can do to not scream and curl up. She hits my balls with the other fist.

“I’ll show you what a pissed off woman can do to a man.” Thank God Stretch grabs her wrists. They struggle a bit as Pooch tries to break free. I work on her cunt with my tongue furiously so that I can get her off of me as soon as possible. Her shuddering begins and I feel her pussy start to contract spasmodically around my tongue. Pooch again passes out and falls over on the bed. Stretch hangs on to her wrists to keep her from falling off onto the floor.

“My God, she is really pissed at you. Doesn’t she realize that she asked for what she got? Maybe we should let her recover a bit before she gets near you again. Why don’t you go out on the balcony and we’ll call you when she has calmed down a bit.” I take Teaches suggestion and pad out to the balcony. John bounces obscenely as I walk.

As I stand there watching the lights of the little town, I look over to my right and realize that there is a couple over there on the next balcony. They are doing it doggie style and one is pounding the other unmercifully with long powerful thrusts. They could not have been more than 6 feet away from me.

The head of the person pretending to be the dog comes up, and I realized that they were both male. Both smiled really big at me. “Watch this” the top guy says, and really starts to pound the ass of his mate. He is thrusting so hard that he is sliding his lap mate across the balcony on his knees. They are headed in my direction. “Want to join us, big boy” the top guy asks.

I must have stared too long, because they began to strike up a conversation with me even as they were fucking each other. I learned that they were from the US, Oregon, and that they were here on their first vacation in 5 years. They had lived together for only 4 years. Eventually they stopped fucking. They were both sporting erections as they stood there and conversed with me. I was standing close enough to the rail that they could not see Big John.

The top guy looked at his partner and said, ”Hey, clean me up will you?” Dutifully the bottom guy knelt down and sucked him clean.

I allowed where I was from and what I was dong here. They were disappointed to find out that I was on my honeymoon. Their interest waned and they returned to their previous activities. They made no effort to hide their actions from me.

Finally, after they had both cum inside of each other, they started to neck on the hammock on their balcony. I turned away so that I would not be re-invited into their conversation.

It started to get light, I could see that it was going to be another gorgeous day in paradise, if I could just get past Pooch.

Finally Teach opened the balcony door and invited me back in. “We have decided that she gets to hurt you a little in order to feel that she is being properly treated.”

This does not sound good to me.

Pooch chimes in “I want to stick pins in your schlongue. If you are a good boy and don’t act up, I will only do it for a short while. But if you act up, I’ll be forced to take more severe measures to get even.” She chuckled evilly. “They are both going to help me.”

This definitely is not looking good.

Pooch took Stretch’s sewing kit and ordered me to lay my cock on the table, my balls laying on the table as well. They each take a long needle and place their other hand on my cock shaft to hold him in place.

“One, Two, Three.” Almost before I can jump, all three needles pierce my cock head. They lift my cock and shove them all the way through. I am surprised, and incredibly grateful, to realize that there is no sensation of pain! They each take another needle.

“One, Two, Three.” Again they plunge their needles through my cock head, then lift my cock and push them on through. They seem very disappointed by my lack of negative reaction.

They all grab another needle. “OK Girls, lets stab in him in his shaft this time.”

“One, Two, Three.” They each jab me in my shaft, about four inches below the ring. This time they have a tough time shoving the pins on through. In fact, Pooch has stuck me where the needle is too short to go all the way through. The other two press as hard as they can to shove the needles through the skin on the bottom of my shaft. They finally have to use their other hand to push the shaft skin up around the needles to get it to protrude out the bottom.

Pooch pouts. “Well, this turned out not to be any fun. Doesn’t that hurt when it sticks clear through your schlongue?”

I shake my head no. “Not much actually.”

They all shake their heads in severe dissapointment.

Pooch, “I want to do something else to him, since this didn’t hurt him.”

“Like what?” asks Teach.

I look at the clock and realize that I have two more hours to endure this before I have to be back at our hotel to serve my wife and her cock-of-the-night coffee.

They start pulling the pins out, one by one. They have to put the palm of their hand against my cock in order to pull the needles out. Each needle hole starts to spurt blood. My cock looks like a Venetian fountain with red water spraying out of it.

All of the pins are finally pulled out.

Stretch takes pity on my fountain like cock. She grabs a towel from the bathroom and practices first aid on me by holding her fingers over the spurting holes. It is a good thing, because the blood was heading toward the edge of the table.

“I know! Lets stick pins in his balls!” Pooch again.

Shit! And Damn! lets get away from those pins, ladies.

“Better yet, lets use his belt to give him a good strapping!” That meets with general approval. They remove my belt from my trousers, and tell me to bend over. They each take turns strapping my ass.

“Look how red his cheeks are getting. Do you think he’s embarrassed or something?”

“Nah, just getting his exercise. Bend over further you fucker, I want to strap you right on your puckered ass hole.”

I grab my ankles and pull.

“Spread ‘em fucker!” Pooch again.

I move my feet about thirty inches apart.

Whack! Teach is definitely in good shape.

Whack! My hole puckers as tightly as it can muster, hopefully presenting a smaller target.

Whack! I surreptitiously glance at my watch. I hope that I can walk when this is over.

“Stand up and turn around.” Stretch.

“Stick you ugly fat schlongue out as far as you can.” At least the are working in a different location for a while.

I push my hips forward.

“Hold that thing out so I can hit it with the belt.” She looks at Teach. Teach grabs my cock head and tugs it across to the table, laying it down near the table’s edge, John’s poor defenseless head hanging over.

Whack! Right square on my cock head. The belt causes his head to bend at a ninety degree, putting high stress on the flesh under the ring. The shock of the blow causes my cock to throb uncontrollably beneath the ring. The site of the blow turns an angry red.

I try to focus on how quickly the pain went away when my newly wed wife had strapped me. Still, every second goes torturously slow.

Whack! Again my cock head spasms from the stinging pain.

“Strap his shaft to. Make his whole schlongue as red as his ass is.”

I think to myself ‘Pooch, you aren’t very nice! Stop being so cantankerous.’

Whack! Whack! Whack! All the way down my shaft, the tip of the belt strikes my cock head.

Stretch finds another belt in her closet. Wham! Whack! I am fearing for my manhood. Wham! Whack! Wham! I swear I can hear the belts whistle as they swing toward my meat. Whack! Wham! Whack! Wham! ‘OOOOOH God, deliver me from this hell.’

“I know!” Pooch’s face looks like a little girl choosing between playing jacks and jumping rope.

Pooch, honey, please be quiet! Stop thinking! I am hoping it will get better, not worse. I hold my breath as I wait for what I am certain will be an absolutely horrid idea.

Movie Review: Failure to Launch

1 is “Not Good!” and 10 is “Had It All”

Overall Rating: 7

Ratings for:
Dialogue: 8, believable
Acting: 7 Lots of angst to camoflauge the mediocre acting, especially Jennifer Anniston
Directing: 7, mostly watching the bodies and faces of all the delectable cast members
Scariness: 7 For a chick flick, there are some knee jerking surprises that startle you
Music: 6 A trip into the oldies

Ratio of bald men to men with hair: 2 to 10
Percentage Chic Flick: 7 Real naked buns to see!
Percentage Macho Flick: 7.5
Fairness in how men were portrayed: 4 But how women were portrayed wasn’t that much better

Special Effects: 6 Watch the closing credits though! The sail boat on the sea is a must to enjoy
How true to the book was it? Have not read the book, if there was one
Reality Ratio: 5 Lots of female/male/female manipulation
Enthrallment: 5
Worth the price of admission? Little screen would be fine except for the photography during the credits

Recommendation: Good date flick, it will give you somethings to chat about! Right Hugh?

Schlongue Part Fourteen

After long thought, Stretch reluctantly decides to accept the fact that she cannot take more stretching down there.

Teach, giggling, suggests that we insert Big John into Pooch while Pooch is passed out. They motion me over to her as they lift and spread her rubbery legs. I notice that my cock is smaller than it has been since I was a child. Poor John is completely blue.

They each use one hand to spread her opening as Teach grabs John and guides him to Pooch’s gaping opening. John’s head totally covers the opening. They both encourage me to thrust. Stretch fumbles around under her bed and until she finds a tube of lubricant. She squeezes out half the tube on John and on Pooch’s opening. She quickly rubs the lube around my cock head and then into the gaping opening of Pooch’s womanhood. Again they urge me to push my way in before Pooch returns to consciousness. I have no feeling whatsoever in my cock head or balls.

We are eventually successful in getting the tip of John’s head into her. I rock gently back and forth, and slowly the rest of my blue bulging cock head sinks into her cunt. The gold ring and diamond shine in the room light, half covered by her inner lips.

Suddenly Pooch returns to consciousness and screams bloody murder as she looks down at my shaft protruding from her kitty like a telephone pole.

With a tremulous voice she asks “Is he really inside me?” Both Teach and Stretch answer by shooting pictures of the accomplishment.

“Can you take more of him?” Teach asks.

“I’m not sure. Let me just lie here a bit first. God, I feel like my pussy is giving birth to a fifty pound baby!”

“K.”

After a few minutes , Pooch murmurs “Push just a little bit so I can see what it feels like.”

I move my hips a slight bit.

“Stop stop stop! God I am so full. I can’t tell whether I can feel anything other than pain. Maybe you should pull it out.”

Both Teach and Stretch look at each in disappointment. “OK” they fnally agree.

I slowly try to pull out. But Big John’s head is stuck tighter than a rusted bolt on a leaky boat.

“Owwww Owww Owww! Stop! That hurts!”

I notice that she says everything three times.

I have no feeling in my cock head. I am inside a woman for the first time and I can’t feel a thing. My balls are shrunk to the size they wee as an infant. My frozen shrunken cock head is stuck inside a woman that screams if I try to pull out. I know that soon her body heat will warm John, and he will expand, and then what will happen?

I explain all of this to the ladies standing there naked gawking at the situation. All they can think about is that they can’t believe I actually am inside their friend. From the look on their face I can see that they don’t really believe that I can’t get John out. Things are starting to get hostile. I can see that this is soon going to be all my fault.

Teach makes the executive decision. “On the count of three, just yank it out.”

“NO NO NO, it will hurt too bad!”

Teach begins to feel the pressure of solving this thorny problem. “You don’t have a choice, if his schlongue starts expanding, you’ll be in worse condition. We have to do it now before you warm him up. Just do it. Here, bury your face in this pillow. One….Two….Three!”

I yank back with my hips.

I do pop free, but Pooch is screaming with pain. Slowly her crying subsides into whimpers, then sniffles.

“Not such a good idea, huh?” says Teach. She looks at Big John with contempt. “This will teach us to stay within our comfort level. We read all of these sex stories about how satisfied bigger men make you, but now I can see it isn’t true.”

Not knowing how to help her feel better, I venture “Any thing I can do to help?”

Her cheeks are wet with her tears. “Come down her and hold me in your arms.” I comply, wrapping her inside my arms, tight to my chest. Big John lies against her calf. Both Teach and Stretch sit down next to her and stroke her hair and forehead.

Some time passes, and I can sense John is start to have feeling again. He also grows a bit, sliding down her leg.

“That schlongue of yours is useless isn‘t it?” Pooch bitches. “You can’t service a woman with it, you can’t even find trousers that will hide it. I guess that makes it a loser on all counts.” I can see that she wants to get even for the pain I caused her.

“My tongue works much better, according to my wife.”

“Stick it out, let us see it.”

I stick my tongue out for their inspection.

My God! Look how long it is!” Teach exclaims.

Stretch is quick to realize that this might be her means of getting off tonight. “Lie down on the middle of the bed, let me try it out!”

As I recline, she walks on her knees across the bed toward my head. She swings her leg over my face, her rump facing my forehead. Her hand firmly planted on my chest, she settles down onto my face. I lick her lips gently with my tongue, making a complete circle up one side and down the other.

“OOOOOHH!” she breathes. Her pussy squirms a bit as I continue to trace her opening. Her lips are still very puffy and swollen, and her opening is still very wide. Her wetness begins to drip onto my tongue. Her juices are very salty and slightly oily.

I let my tongue travel back to her anal opening on my next circuit. I pause slightly and circle her taint once before continuing on around her gaping opening again. Slowly I let my tongue sneak toward her hole. Her wetness drips faster and faster as I work my way toward her opening.

“Oh god YES! Yes, put it inside me.”

I ignore her plaintive request and begin to circle her clitoris. I reach up and fumble for her nipples and breasts. She guides my hands to her nipples. Her tail is now starting to move up and down, each down increasing the length that my nose is against her puckered little asshole. As she rises again, I move my tongue to her asshole and make it firm so that it penetrates her opening. My chin is now against her clitoris. She grinds down on my chin as I thrust further and further into her asshole.

She begins to shudder and pulse. I can feel her asshole begin to clutch my tongue in pulsing grasps. Her shuddering strengthens and soon she is cumming full tilt. Her asshole is suffocating my mouth, and her cheeks are closed on my nose. I hold out for her finish, stopping my tongue movement in hopes that will hurry her. She continues to grind on my chin, shuddering and whimpering. I am almost to the end of my air supply. Her shuddering is slowing, and I feel her start to release my nose. I gasp for air.