2 comments/ 49790 views/ 6 favorites A Pint of Blood Ch. 01 By: JustinAme Chapter One - Don't Look in the Basement She was saying something but her tits were too fantastic for my eyes and ears to work at the same time. Everything about this woman obliterated my higher level brain functions and turned me into those monkeys I see at the zoo. Being nineteen didn't help, and being at eye level to her massive chest caused me great anxiety as she stood on her front door step, handing me the key to her house. "I'll be back in three days," I think she said. Her white dress was a very thin cotton and the material of the dress struggled to stretch over her expansive tits. Her twin bullet nipples were trying to pierce the cotton like they were pulled toward my mouth. The tits, unable to come straight through her dress, were trying to pour out the top, mashing together to form a long line of deep cleavage. I nodded as her voice continued. The material was so thin... Could I see the darker skin of her nipples? I could see the outline dimpling the cotton and I was suddenly sure that the material was see-through enough that I was actually gazing at her bare, bra-less nipples only inches from my face. My shorts began to shift as my body responded. "Do you remember where the cat food is?" She asked. "Yes, Mrs. Eggleston," I replied. I wrenched my eyes away from her chest so I could prevent my growing problem from destroying my shorts and my relationship with our neighbour. "Donovan," she said, holding my eyes with hers. "Once again: do not under any circumstances go in the basement. Understand?" I nodded. "Of course, Mrs. Eggleston." She walked past me toward her car, her high heels clicking on the walkway. I watched the sway of her round buttocks as they taughtened alternately beneath her narrow waist. She was definitely the hottest forty-something mom on the block. "Bye, Donovan," she called from her car as she puled out of the driveway. "Thanks again for doing this!" My friends and I were prepared. The house was packed with noisy, grinding, alchohol-fueled young bodies living the delerium of school summer vacation before her car even hit the highway. I settled myself in her backyard hot tub, feeling the sun warm my shoulders and face as I watched my bikini clad classmates frolick on the lawn. I complimented physics for its effect on girls' chests as they jumped for volleyballs. I had a reason for settling in the hot tub, other than the water being deliciously comfortable. It's my penis. The thing is 10.78 inches long when hard - and that's measured along the top without pressing into my pubic bone, not along the bottom, just so we're clear. It's 7.21 inches in circumference at the base. It's narrower at the tip but I'm not going to try and impress you by giving you the smaller dimensions of my penis, am I? This freaking meat market between my legs is the bane of my existence. First of all, a full erection for me requires just over a pint of blood! At a minimum that causes me to get so dizzy I can barely stand. Secondly, there's nothing you can do with a foot of flesh jutting out from your pelvis. Clothing is not made with some kind of pocket or cool-looking flap to incorporate that kind of protuberence. I've tried taping it to my leg - don't ever do that, not unless you will never need to urinate again. I ended up hopping on one leg in front of a toilet, urine streaming down my calf and soaking my shoe. I don't even want to talk about taking the tape off. I've tried tying it down but that just means that when I do get an erection I need to find a reason to stand with my foot on a step so that my thigh is also perpendicular to my body. The only thing that's really worked is avoiding girls. Being nineteen, that sucks. On the inevitable occasions like the party at Mrs. Eggleston's house, I used a combination of mantra and subterfuge, like diving into the hot tub and staying there. Candy, a perky, taught, mostly naked girl from my psychology class plopped into the hot tub and threatened to ruin me. "Hi!" Candy said brightly. I swallowed, meeting her eyes and trying not to take notice of her apple-sized breasts resting at the surface of the water. Water and sunlight sparkled on her skin and she settled in the tub. "Hello, Candy," I said carefully. "You have nice... hair today." She smiled again, a brilliant stab of brightness that jolted straight to my groin. "Why thank you, Donovan! That's so sweet of you!" She reached over and touched my arm as she said it. All I could do now was rely on the mantra. One, two, porcupine, three. She lowered herself down in the tub, tilting her head back to wet her hair. Four, five, rhinocerous, six. Her throat was pale and moist from sweat and water in the tub. Seven, eight, kangaroo, nine. She brought herself back up suddenly, her breasts shoving the water aside like surfacing nuclear submarines. Water streamed down her smooth neck and shoulders, channeled through her bikini and curled around her breasts. I couldn't stop a groan. The mantra went completely out the window as the heat, alcohol, and filling erection made my head spin. Candy, in turn, looked back at me with her eyes wide. "Donovan! Is that...?" I looked down. Bugger, damn, hell. My cock head had burrowed up under my waistband and past my bellybutton, and now peeked above the water, nearly at the level of my pecs. I slid down deeper into the water. "Candy I'm really sorry," I said quickly, "I'm sorry about that. It's not my fault!" "Holy shit, Donovan!" Candy looked around and scooted closer to me. I felt her hand on my thigh. "How big is that thing?" I told her and she squealed. "Are you kidding me? You can't be serious." "Candy, please..." I was gripping the edge of the tub now, trying to hold on to conciousness. If you faint now, I told myself, they'll have to pull you out of the tub and your whale penis will be right there for everyone to see. They'll call you Threelegs Donovan for the rest of school. Candy mistook my pleading as begging her for sex. "Okay, Donovan, let's go inside so you can show me that thing properly." I had to get out of the heat and sun. I twisted away from Candy and grabbed my towel as I flopped out of the tub. "Woa! Had a bit too much to drink there, buddy?" One of my friends called out. I nodded dumbly as I clutched the towel to me and ran toward the house, stooped over to hide my erection, and stumbling as the dizzyness hit me hard. "Look out! He's gonna spew!" Another voice called out. I heard Candy call out behind me as I reached the patio door and wrenched it open. Shit, she was following me. Magically, the sea of people in the kitchen and hallway parted as I stumbled inside. I did look ready to puke, I guess, as I staggered to the bathroom. The door was locked. I tried the powder room near the front entrance. "I'll be out in a minute!" A muffled voice came from inside. "Donovan? Did anyone see where Donovan went?" Candy was in the house now. Someone directed her after me. The stairs to the second level were too far away. There was only one place left. Without thinking I wrenched open the basement door and dove down the basement stairs. I left the light off in case she followed me, but then I moved slowly, feeling my way down the stairs. I suddenly remembered what Mrs. Eggleston had said and cursed to myself. No problem, I thought. I haven't seen anything because I hadn't turned on the lights. I'll just stay on the landing and then whatever stuff is down here will stay a secret. Candy ruined that. The door opened and she saw me, squinting into the light from behind her as she quickly darted into the basement and then wrapped her arms around me. "You like it dark, huh?" She whispered, her breath hot on my neck. I felt her wet kisses trail down my neck and chest. Her hands worked up my thighs. "Let me feel that big monster of yours, Donovan. Ah! There it is!" She giggled joyfully as she tugged my swim trunks down and wrapped one hand and then the other onto my cock. I moaned and leaned back against the wall of the landing. It felt so good to have her two hands working up and down my rigid cock. I felt a wet flickering near her topmost hand and realized she was licking me. I fought the dizzyness overwhelming me by biting my lip. She kissed and sucked my cock slowly, coating it in wet saliva before she gently blew on it, sending cascades of sensation waving over me. Her tongue edged towards my tip. I felt one hand reach down between my legs and cup my balls, hefting them calculatingly. "Candy, you're going to make me cum," I warned. She replied with a deep, sensual chuckle and continued to suckle my engorged member. The hand on my balls began kneading them gently, rolling them over her fingers. The hand on my shaft jerked up and down, fanning the boiling surge of cum I felt building deep within me. Finally, I felt the shock of Candy's wet tongue softly probing the tip of my cock. I stiffened, every muscle in my body tight, my jaw clenched, my hands curled into fists and then my core exploded and bright spots blinked behind my eyelids. I must have passed out because I was suddenly confused and trying to figure out where I was. It was dark and I was wet. "Here, let's get some light so we can clean all this up," I heard a girl's voice say. The memory slammed into me all at once. I was in Mrs. Eggleston's basement, the one place she had asked me to stay out of at all costs. "No!" I yelled, just as the lights blinked on and Candy and I squinted our eyes in the sudden brightness. Mouths open, we stared around us, taking in the sight of Mrs. Eggleston's basement. A Pint of Blood Ch. 02 Chapter Two - Busy In the Basement When someone tells you to stay out of their basement you expect to see some pretty bizarre stuff when you get down there. Looking around Mrs. Eggleston's basement, I didn't really see what I expected. No chains, no dead bodies, no heaps of teddy bears or stacks of gold bricks. Candy and I found ourselves in a large furnished living room with plush carpeting, soft leather couches, and an enormous plasma screen TV dominating one corner. "Niiiiiice," Candy murmured as she surveyed the room. She turned to me, a wicked smile growing on her lips. "Well, big boy, it looks like we're all alone and we've got some great accommodations. You wouldn't leave a woman in this state, would you?" She backed against the leather sofa and sat down, leaning back on the soft cushions that made that rubber balloon noise. She tilted her hips upwards and spread her legs, pointing the wet middle of her bikini bottom at my face. My heart began to hammer urgently. Drawn like a hapless puppet I crawled to the sofa, merging my face slowly with her soft left thigh. I reached out with my tongue, tantalizingly flicking the sensitive flesh between her knees. I deliberately licked her thigh, making sure to move higher with each lick, yet always maintaining the same slow, steady pace. I wanted her to predict how long it would take to get my tongue to her pussy, to drive her wild with the thought that it was definitely coming, albeit excruciatingly slowly. Candy whimpered and twisted her hips and thighs with anxious desire. Her small hands fumbled at her hip and then she pulled the bikini bottom away to one side without my lips ever leaving her skin. Her pussy was bared to me now and I gazed at it, so close to my face that I could feel the pulsing warmth of her building need. I was entranced by the soft curly hair all around her swollen pink lips. I wanted to lap up all the clear glistening juices I saw beading from between those delicious-looking lips. I forced myself to hold back and was satisfied to hear her whimper again in delighted frustration. I licked a little bit higher. Now I could taste her pussy juice mixed with her sweat. Her pussy was very close now. I could feel the first tendrils of wet hair touching my cheek and she shuddered at the connection. Finally, I looked up at her, seeing her enraptured eyes locked on mine as I stretched out my tongue all the way and gently touched the very tip to her clit. "Ohhhh, God, Donovan!" Candy's head fell back and she closed her eyes. Wetness seeped from her pussy onto my tongue and I tasted her, feeling the juice slide over the tip of my tongue and into my mouth. There was so much juice running from her pussy that her lips practically opened themselves as I pushed my tongue forward. I moved my face upward and felt my tongue jump over the solid little bump of her clit. The result was spectacular. Her thighs twitched violently and her breath oscillated rapidly. "Yes!" She said excitedly. "Right there!" Malevolently, I licked all around that hard spot, swirling her silken wet lips over and under my tongue. There was an undercurrent of frustration in her moans and she chased my tongue with her hips, trying to land her heated clitoris on my dancing tongue. Succumbing to my own boiling desire, I clamped my lips on her clitoris and sucked. She went perfectly still except for the trembling in her thighs. Still sucking, I flicked my tongue over her clit. My sucking drew it further out of its hood of flesh, allowing more surface area of sensitive nerve endings to be stroked by my rapidly flicking tongue. I felt Candy's fingers in my hair as she locked my face to her pussy and her thighs shook in the storm peaking in her body. She bit her bottom lip and moaned a long incoherent syllable as wave after wave of juice gushed from her pussy and down her ass crack. She took in three quick, sharp breaths as her whole pelvis twitched violently. Finally her legs drooped until her feet touched the floor and she slouched on the sofa, humming softly, completely limp and smiling. But I couldn't stop there. My huge tool had finally finished reinflating and I clambered to my feet. My cock waved from side to side like a wrecking ball, hunting for her lubricated tunnel. Her eyes went wide. "Woa, big boy," she said, "just what do you think you're going to do with that thing?" The effort of standing with a fully inflated cock had me breathing a bit heavily, fighting the dizziness. Her supple, youthful body lay ready below me, beckoning me with her spread legs. The trim little patch of dark hair just on top of her slit was matted with my spit and her cum. Her thighs and swollen pussy lips glistened with her copious pussy juices. I sank my knees onto the couch and my cock flopped onto her belly with a loud slap. "Donovan, please, I don't think that can - Oooh!" She reached her small hands to my thighs to try and slow my push toward her pussy, but my tapered cockhead was already in her well-slickened pussy. I pushed forward just a little bit. Candy grunted and reflexively opened her legs as wide as possible. She opened her mouth but stared soundlessly at our bridged loins, her face twisted into an astonished rictus. As I pushed another two inches into her she sucked in a deep breath and curled her lower lip between her teeth. I stared between our legs, mesmerized as her little pussy stretched fully open. Her once swollen pussy lips now were flattened taught against my thick pole. Her clitoris was being pulled hard against the top of my cock and the hood was pulled all the way open which shoved the bare bud against my hard member. I was almost halfway inside her and I could feel her pussy walls trembling. "Oh, fuck! Donovan! Shit!" Candy's head fell back onto the couch and her pussy went into overdrive, rippling all along the top of my cock. Her pussy lips slobbered new juice all down my shaft and I felt it drip off my balls. Candy's stomach heaved as she finally pulled in air. Shudders wracked her body every few seconds as she uttered one continuous whimper. Magically, her pussy slackened a bit and I pushed in another three inches. Her eyes flew open and she sat up, her hands gripping the couch cushions hard and her belly tightening into a flat plain of rigid muscles. Her whole body tensed and I felt her pussy clamp on my cock. Just as quickly, her eyes rolled back and she dropped down onto the cushions again. Fresh juice rolled down my cock. "Jesus, Donovan! I can't...." She never finished her sentence. Deciding that nine inches was about as much as I was going to cram into her, I began to really fuck her. I pulled out so only my cock head was inside her and then fed my gleaming meat back into her. She moaned and held onto my arms as my cock wedged into her small pussy over and over again. Sweat rolled down her chest and coated her sleek ribs and thighs. The sexiness of her flushed skin, senseless moaning and hellishly tight pussy made my balls start to rumble very quickly. My cock flexed with the beginnings of cumming. I pulled myself completely free. My cock slurped out of her pussy and I looked down to see a trail of thick pussy cream stringed between my red cock head and her gaping hole. Her little hands grabbed my cock, slipping on the thick juices. Seeing her tiny fingers trying to wrap around my heavy cock and feeling them clench around me like her stretched pussy set me off. My cum spurted over her neck and her tits, it shot over her belly and dribbled over her pussyhair and thighs. I came and came, trying to hold myself steady on the couch as my cock fired wildly into the air. With the last twitch and shudder I fell back onto the couch. Candy giggled and used her bathing suit bottom to try and corral the cum sliding down her chest to join the pool on her belly. "I didn't think I could take that much of that monster," Candy said proudly. "I've never cum that many times!" She eased herself forward, wiping the cum off her body as best she could. We found toilet paper and some cleaning supplies in the cabinet of a bathroom in the basement and spent several minutes wiping down every nook and cranny of the leather couch. "There," Candy said at last, "let's get out of here. People must be wondering where we are!" We climbed the basement stairs, listening for sounds of the party above. The house was oddly silent. I checked my watch. Five o'clock. People should still be there, getting some dinner ordered in. I reached for the door handle. "What is it?" Candy asked. I rattled the door handle and then knocked on the door. "Some jerk's locked us in!" I said, annoyed. "Hello?" I called out, banging on the door again. Then I heard a voice that sent a chill right through my spine. From a panel on the wall that I hadn't seen earlier in my panicked dash down the stairs I heard the muffled, electronic, but unmistakable voice of Mrs. Eggleston. "Donovan, I asked you not to go into the basement but of course I just knew you would have to go down and see. Well, my big-dicked little man, you belong to me now!" A Pint of Blood Ch. 03 Chapter Three - A Kept Man Mrs. Eggleston's basement was nice enough, but as a permanent home I wasn't too thrilled with it. There was a washroom, a small kitchen with a fridge, microwave, sink and bar, a bedroom with a large queen-sized bed and a walk-in closet, all bordering the main sitting room with its leather furniture and large screen TV. In my investigations I poked my head into the walk-in closet and was amazed at the amount of leather, chains, and shackles I saw. It looked like the underworld of Mr. Dressup's tickle trunk. No windows, no cracks, not even a peephole to the outside world. My phone was somewhere outside, and Candy was definitely not hiding a phone under her skimpy bikini. Candy was sitting wedged into one far corner of the big leather cough, her legs drawn up beneath her, staring at the TV which oddly wasn't on. "Candy?" I asked. "You okay?" She looked at me - sort of through me - and then went back to her silent meditation. I don't know how long it was, hours at least, but finally the basement door opened. I turned and looked as the long stiletto-heeled legs of Mrs. Eggleston descended the stairs. Each step was a steady, ominous click like the unstoppable pendulum of a death row clock. She was dressed in the same sheer white dress I remembered but my eyes stayed fixed on hers except to quickly glance past her and up the stairs to the door, which she had left open. "Don't even think about it," Mrs. Eggleston said in a husky voice as a knowing smile curled one side of her mouth. She strode right up to me, stopping just inches from my face, filling my vision with her unending cleavage, her pale, creamy skin, and the burgeoning round edges of her chest which dramatically swept back into her narrow waist. Apple and peach perfume filled my nostrils and my heart started to thud faster. She was imposing, especially so close to me, but panic was rising inside me and I knew there was no way I was going to stay still and meek while that door remained open at the top of the stairs. I had a sudden idea and quickly grabbed her in a bear hug, locking my left wrist into my right hand and pinning her arms at her sides. "Candy!" I yelled, "Go for it! Run! Get help!" Candy didn't move. What the fuck was wrong with her? A stiletto heel pressed against the top of my foot. Mrs. Eggleston didn't stomp my bare foot, but she steadily increased the pressure until I felt the fragile bones on the top of my foot grind against her heel and bend alarmingly. My hands released automatically as the agony tore through my foot. I didn't see how she did it, but suddenly I was spinning - everything except my wrist which stayed firmly gripped in her hand. Then I was bending forward, my hand high up behind me, and excruciating pain was shooting down my arm. Candy still didn't move. Mrs. Eggleston shoved me forward and I sprawled face-first onto the floor. "You aren't leaving until I let you, Donovan, so stay the fuck put. Be a good boy and I'll let you go sooner." I turned over and glared back at her as I rubbed my wrist. "How fucking long do you think you can keep me here? People ask questions, you know! I have friends who will come looking for me. The police will have to investigate when no one can find me." She cocked her head sideways as she looked at me. "You don't understand yet, Donovan. I will let you go, but I won't be done with you. Neither will my friends." She turned her head to the stairs. "Girls! Come on down and see your present!" Shadows blocked that little rectanglar beacon of freedom at the top of the stairs and then I heard several feet clambering down. The first woman was commandingly sexy. Heavy leather boots covered her ankles and skin tight faded blue jeans slicked up over her calves and taut thighs. Several ragged splits showed tantalizing glimpses of the smooth skin of her legs. The jeans stopped at an enormous skull-shaped belt buckle that rested several inches below her bellybutton. Her tanned, wide hips, flat belly, and narrow waist were all completely uncovered. A thin black t-shirt coated her ribs and stretched taughtly over her D-cup tits. Long, wavy black hair cascaded down her shoulders and framed an oval-shaped face with deeply-defined cheekbones and startling pale grey eyes. She strode directly to me, fierceness in all her movements, and stopped suddenly right in front of me. She reached up and grabbed my chin, turning my head side to side as she inspected me with her peircing eyes. I smelled her then, a wonderful scent of leather and gasoline that made my pants tight. "I'm Beth," she said simply and then released my face, turned, and sauntered over to the couch. The second woman was an absolute bombshell. Gleaming red high heels cradled her small and delicate feet. Sculpted calves and smooth, toned thighs were topped by a candy red miniskirt so short it served to invite more than to cover. The one-piece skirt sleeved over her body, as thin and revealing as paint as it burst out over her huge breasts, straining at the two hard nipples pointing through the cloth. Her platinum curls bobbed as she bounced over to me to kiss me on the cheek, her blue eyes glittering with the effervescence of the innately cheerful person. I smelled lavender. "I'm Tiffani! I'm very pleased to meet you." Tiffani turned to Mrs. Eggleston. "He's cute, Monica. A real good catch!" Tiffani wiggled over to the couch to sit beside Beth. The last woman, who closed the door behind her, was a sculpted beauty. She wore slippers and as she padded down the stairs I saw that she wore a thin film of tight black yoga pants pressed over every dip and ridge of her muscular calves and quads. Her groin was perfectly displayed by the photographic material clinging to her nethers. Above her yoga pants I saw every abdominal muscle pressed between her ribs until her sports bra rudely covered her up. Her bra desperately tried to sedate the prodigous swelling of her chest but her cleavage still found an opening at the top. Her dark brown hair was pulled into a severe ponytail but she carried a genuine smile on her round face, a smile that also reflected in her huge brown eyes. She gave me a quick hug that included an experimental squeeze of my butt. As she leaned in close I smelled the sharp scent of her deodorant. "Take a seat, Jen," Mrs. Eggleston commanded, "no sampling the goods until later!" Jen pulled away, releasing my ass. She sucked her lower lip into a pout and then flitted her eyes up to meet mine, transforming the pout into a seductive invitation as she let the soft flesh of her juicy lip pop out from between her teeth. Giggling, she turned to walk to the couch and my eyes were glued to her ass. The tight fabric hugged her perfect ass as surely as if she were naked and I was fascinated by the swell of muscle clearly defined in each cheek as she moved. Mrs. Eggleston walked over to the bar and settled on a bar stool, turning away from the bar, crossing her legs and stretching her arms out to either side as she leaned back against the bar. "Now, girls, this is Donovan, your meat. Donovan, these girls are my directors and they handle day-to-day operations in our organization, which, well, you might someday come to see what we do. Consider this an interview!" Tiffani and Jen giggled. Beth just stared at me, her eyes filled with intent. Mrs. Eggleston continued. "You will perform for these ladies, Donovan. If you arouse them, they may take off a little clothing to encourage you. How far it all goes depends on your abilities." I looked at the couch with the four gorgeous ladies looking back at me. That didn't actually sound that bad, I thought. A frown crossed Mrs. Eggleston's face. "Candy! What do you think you're doing on the couch?" Candy curled her legs up even closer to herself. "Mistress, I thought I could - " "Of course not!" Mrs. Eggleston growled. She stood up. "Get over here." Candy slowly unfolded her legs and slinked over to Mrs. Eggleston, casting quick apologetic glances at the impassive women on the couch. There was a coldness in the room from all four women as they stared at Candy as she self conciously hiked up her tiny bikini bottom and stood before Mrs. Eggleston, avoiding her eyes. Mrs. Eggleston leaned close. I was nearest and could here the menacing whisper. "Candy, I told you to bring him down here. Who said you could fuck him? What made you think your rotten little pussy deserved such a wonderful cock? You wasted all his cum, you greedy little whore, and now my guests have to settle for seconds! Bend over!" I expected Candy to hesitate but she quickly turned around and bent over, her bikini bottom stretching taught over her ass. Mrs. Eggleston drew her hand high and then brought it down hard on Candy's ass. Candy yelped and closed her eyes. Mrs. Eggleston spanked her again and again - I lost count - maybe ten times. Candy wasn't yelping anymore, rather she was licking her lips. The women on the couch were watching with rapt attention. "Now," Mrs. Eggleston commanded, "I want you to turn on the music for our dear performer, and bring us some drinks. When you have done that, you may sit on the couch. That is your reward for doing such a wonderful job in bringing our meat down into the trap." "Thank you mistress!" Candy literally bounded to her tasks, her livid red ass jiggling as she moved behind the bar. The music started playing. Deep, pulsating rythym and drums with electronic riffs floating over top. I realized it was my turn. The ladies' eyes swivelled in unison to me. Actually, I'm good at dancing. Strangely enough it was one of my escapes when I found myself at parties and the girls were teasing a little too much. If I just stayed on the dance floor, letting the music penetrate my bones and urge my body to its own unthinking rythym, the tormentors would drift away to more responsive prey and my treacherous cock would subside. Also, I had a certain dance that I practiced on my own, in deep, secret, Cold War level privacy. I'd never dreamed it would be used. At the time I practiced it I did it for myself, but always imagining just this scenario. Show time. I let the deep bass soak into me and let my hips punctuate along with it. My shoulders twisted and my arms floated as if the notes of the melody were a wheat field and I was trailing over the tips of grass waving in the wind. "My-oh-my! We've got ourselves a real performer!" I heard one of the ladies exclaim. I don't know who. My eyes were closed. When I opened them I saw all four women on the couch riveted to me - rather, to my swim trunks. Beth hadn't moved, still staring at me with those pale eyes. Jen's legs were tightly crossed and her arms were crossed under her breasts, forcing the mounds of flesh to new heights beneath her chin. Tiffani nearly made me fall over, though, as I saw her run one hand over her breast and then slowly circle her ardent nipple with one forefinger as she stared fixedly at my crotch. Her finger flicked the prominent nipple and I saw her body twitch as she bit the corner of her lower lip. That was encouragement enough for me and I hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my swim trunks. Still swaying with the music, I pulled the swim trunks down, exposing my short pubic hair and then just the first two inches of my cock. I stopped there, returning my focus to the music. "Woa! That's thick!" I heard Jen exclaim. My cock was hardening with the knowledge that these gorgeous women were enraptured with my cock but the waistband of my swim trunks kept it pointing down. When I opened my eyes again Jen had uncrossed her legs and was brazenly trailing her fingers up and down the distinct cameltoe of her pussylips tightly wrapped in her thin yoga pants. Encouraged, I pulled my suit down two more inches. When I had eight inches of my cock exposed and still held in place by the swim trunks waistband it was hard to dance as my thighs were restricted by the swim trunks strapped across them. I decided to move within range of the girls to make up for the lack of dancing. I moved to the couch and stood in front of Jen. She had peeled her yoga pants down by now and was openly swirling her shaven pussylips with her fingers as she gazed at my tool. She reached up with her free hand and laid it flat on my chest. Slowly she let her had trail down my abs and then over my pubic hair. Her warm hand rested on my cock and she moved it down, stroking the exposed eight inches of my cock. As she passed the waistband and sought to stroke lower I pulled away. Seeing Jen's fingers dripping in her pussy juices made me pull the swimsuit down to ten inches. Just the very tip was hidden now, straining mightily against the waistband. From groin to almost my knees the area between my thighs was filled with thick, pulsing cock meat and the swim trunks wrapped around me still hid the end so it tantalized the ladies' imagination to dream that it might continue on to the floor. I moved over to Tiffani. Tiffani's miniskirt had disappeared up over her waist. Her clean white thighs were spread as wide as possible, baring her neatly trimmed pussy with very fat lips. Like Jen, her fingers were working her pussy. She reached out to my waist and pulled me a little closer. I forgot the music. I forgot the room, the house, and Mrs. Eggleston as her little hand trailed over my hip and then down behind me, swooping over my buttocks and then cupping it solidly. As she squeezed me she leaned forward, planting a loving kiss on my shaft. Her tongue darted out to lick the sides of my cock. I stumbled backwards to break free of Tiffani. I was determined to make it to Beth. I saw her and nearly choked. She had taken off her pants but rather than masterbate she had commended Candy to lie down on the couch with her head in Beth's lap. Candy worked diligently at the mistress' pussy, slurping and sucking loudly at the wet hole given her. "Enough teasing, stud," Beth said and reached out. She yanked on the swim trunks and my entire cock popped free, swinging like a diving board in front of her beautiful oval face. In one more moment Beth had the tip of my cock in her mouth and I gasped at the delicious sensation of her velvet tongue lapping my fat cock head. Tiffani and Jen squawked and hurridly lifted themsleves off the couch to join Beth in sucking my member. Beth commanded the tip of my cock, trying to fit her whole mouth over it. Tiffani and Jen licked the side of my cock, leaving glistening saliva from their hot mouths all over my cock. I hungrily looked down Tiffani's red top, mentally fondling her creamy breasts. I looked over to Jen and groaned at the sight of her taut ass as she bent low to suck on the side of my cock. Tiffani finally grabbed Candy's hair and cruelly pulled her away from Beth's pussy. Candy yelped but stayed where she had fallen after Tiffani had shoved her. Beth looked annoyed but stopped when Tiffani grabbed my thick cock and pulled me right to the entrance of Beth's pussy. "Oh yes," Beth said eagerly, her pale eyes focused on the sight of my long rod poised at her pussy entrance, "fuck me big boy". I pushed my fat cockhead into her pussy and watched it push her lips aside like the blunt bow of an icebreaker forcing a new cleft in arctic ice. I pushed forward and the first six inches of my thick cock slid in with little resistance. Beth gasped, her hands reaching out to grab my waist to slow my intrusion. Her normally plump pussy lips were stretched taut against the long circumference of my shaft. I pushed again and fed another four inches into her, almost completely rooting myself in her hot and excruciatingly tight pussy. I felt Beth's pussy begin to quake around my cock as I reached the far depths of her pussy. It defended itself from my huge tool with floods of juice that ran back along my cock and down my balls where Tiffani promptly licked it up. I began to stroke in and out of Beth steadily. Tiffani switched to sucking Beth's clit, causing Beth to throw her head back and moan almost angrily. I saw Tiffani's hand snake down between her own thighs and she moaned into Beth's pussy as she played with herself. Her blond curls tickled my stomach with each stroke of my cock. Jen laid back on the couch, watching me closely as I steadily stretched her friend's pussy. Jen motioned to Candy, who immediately crawled over to Jen and planted her face between the woman's legs. Jen's eyes closed and her head went back as she grabbed Candy's hair and forced the girl's face harder against her pussy. I looked up from the couch and noticed a mirror on the opposite wall. In the mirror I could see Mrs. Eggleston sitting at the bar. She had not moved. Despite the sweating, groaning, twisting pile of naked flesh on the couch before her she was not touching herself. She was completely expressionless, though she paid close attention to the scene. So close that she noticed me looking at her in the mirror. Mrs. Eggleston locked eyes with me as I sank into her friend again and again. I was annoyed by her aloofness. With four steamy female bodies humping and licking all around me I found myself willing Mrs. Eggleston to move, to stand up and walk her perfectly proportioned ass, hips, and tits over to me and clamour for a taste of my cock just as the other women were. I wanted her hands to run over my body wonderingly, just as Beth's were. I wanted her eyes to ask me to enter her with my huge meat and send her into wild orgasms. I wanted to give her that, and feel her gratefulness as I took her pussy. When I finished off her friends, I decided, I would take her. Just then Jen started screaming, twisting Candy's hair cruelly as she came hard on the girl's face. She stuck her thickly muscled legs out straight over Candy's shoulders and they quivered in the rolling thunder of orgasm shooting through her body. Jen's orgasm seemed to inspire Tiffani, who burst a muffled yell straight into Beth's crotch. A sudden spurt of wetness rolled from Beth's pussy, spilling down her asscrack and onto the couch. Beth went still and I kept moving despite the painful feeling of Beth's fingernails digging into my hips. Beth didn't breathe for six whole strokes of my cock and then she finally broke. Her breath burst out of her and her tummy heaved as she came. Her pussy fired erratically around my cock, sucking my tool with a wave after wave of her orgasm and her breathing came in short, shallow wheezes synchronized with the pulses of her pussy. Beth fell limp around me and I slowly reeled my eleven inches out of her. I turned around and sat down on the couch between Jen and the cum-dazed remains of Beth. Once again Candy was pushed aside as Jen hopped up and then straddled me, facing away from me. I had turned around so that I could stare directly at Mrs. Eggleston but I couldn't help but stare at Jen's exquisite ass and the lines of her toned muscles on her back and shoulders as she reached between her legs to grab my cock and aim me at her lowering pussy. "Oh, fucking hell," Jen gasped as her pussy struggled to stretch over my cockhead. She twisted her hips, working herself around me to fit it inside. I felt a gush of hotness on the tip of my cock and then Jen was sliding down my meat. She stopped halfway down my cock, her flanks heaving as she bore the painful few moments it took for her pussy to fit me. I slid my hands over the flare of her ass and up to her trim waist. I grabbed her and cruelly pulled her down all the way onto my cock. "Shit!" She cried out, her fingers clenching on my thighs. I twisted a little bit beneath her so I could watch Mrs. Eggleston, who was still sitting at the bar. She hadn't moved. Her expression hadn't changed from that calculating poker face. Jen heaved herself up and down my cock twice before she suddenly froze midway and started trembling. Her head fell forward and her hands tightened on my thighs again as she screamed. A flood of juice pulsed around my cock, leaking down my balls. Jen shook from head to toe, every muscle in her body quivering and rattling with each wave of her orgasm. I looked at Mrs. Eggleston as I pulled Jen back and rolled her to the side on the couch, her pussy making a wet sucking noise as my cock popped free. A Pint of Blood Ch. 03 Having discarded Jen, I reached for Tiffani and she happily bounced to her feet. Still wearing her dress rolled up over her waist she straddled me, facing me. My view of Mrs. Eggleston was blocked by Tiffani's enormous breasts. I slid the shoulder straps of her dress away and then lifted the top of her dress down to expose her tits. Beth and Jen had been tight and had slowly worked my cock into them. Tiffani, on the other hand, slid right onto my cock without hesitation. As she completely enveloped my cock with her hot, wet pussy she threw her head back and closed her eyes. She worked her hips around me, swivelling her hot pussy around me cock so that it churned deep within her body. As I sucked her nipples and squeezed her breasts she groaned. With some regret I left Tiffani's breasts alone and shifted myself a little bit so I could see around Tiffani and watch Mrs. Egglston again. Unbelievably, she still had not moved. Her arms were still outstretched along the bar as she leaned back, and her legs remained crossed. Tiffani was galloping on my cock now, grunting and sweating as she hoisted her pussy over my full length and then slammed her heated hole back down onto me. Her tits flew wildly up and down as she worked. Her thighs slapped onto mine and I felt my balls begin to surge. I tried to think about something else but Tiffani felt too good. No! I thought in panic as I stared at Mrs. Eggleston. I would finish Tiffani off and then I would take the ultimate prize. I would walk over to that bar and give my cock to that stoic, prudish queen of all mistresses. She would feel the pleasure of my cock rooted deep in her pussy and I would feel her gratitude as she gushed cum. Tiffani was panting, short little kitten pants that had a shrill note of extremely close anticipation. She was leaning forward, her arms on the back of the couch behind me, and her head hanging down between her shoulders. I could feel her hair on my neck and chest, and her warm gasps blew over my neck. I clenched my hands into fists and tried to hold back the flood of cum surging in my balls. Tiffani was almost there. I could finish her off in a few seconds, and then it was the head mistress' turn. "Ohhh, God!" Tiffani slammed down on my cock one last time and then came hard, grinding herself against my pelvis as her pussy shuddered. She slumped down, her head landing on my shoulder as her lower body still fucked me, sucking every second of the orgasm out of herself. I watched Mrs. Eggleston through it all, and she stared straight back at me. I thought of Mrs. Eggleston writhing and panting over me instead of Tiffani and that was too much for me. My balls tightened and my cock swelled with the rush of cum pouring through it. "Yes," Tiffani hissed, "empty that big cock into me!" I saw Mrs. Eggleston almost smirk and then my eyes rolled back in my head as pleasure rolled through every muscle in my body and then drained out my long tool, pumping squirt after squirt of cum deep into Tiffani. Damn. It felt great. It was amazing. It was the best sex I had ever dreamed of. So why did I feel disappointed? Why did I feel cheated? As I opened my eyes I saw Mrs. Eggleston finally move. She stood up, and began walking toward the basement steps, her backside tightening the fabric of her thin skirt as she walked. She stopped at the base of the stairs and looked over her shoulder at me. "Donovan, make sure all the girls have had their fill of that tremendous cock of yours. Once they are all satisfied, you may go. I have no further use for you." And with that she climbed the stairs, her high heels clicking slowly on the steps, and she was gone, leaving me to the heap of sweating female flesh that gasped in the air that was heavy with the smell of pussy juice and cum. But that basement door stayed open for me. If I chose to go. A Pint of Blood Ch. 04 Chapter 4 - Mrs. Eggleston's Daughter I left the basement and that house but I could not keep Mrs. Eggleston out of my head. I constantly thought of her curves. I marvelled at the mystery of flesh that was contained beneath the taut restraints of her tight skirt and bra. The vision of her exposed skin, finally availed to me and waiting eagerly for my kiss and caress filled my every waking moment. Slowly I began to realize that I was never really leaving Mrs. Eggleston. She had me clenched and rolled in her swollen bosom as surely as if she had a leash around my neck. When she phoned me my heart leapt so high in my throat I thought I would choke. "Come to me." Was all she said. I was out the door in seconds. Candy opened the door and let me inside. She was wearing mesh stockings, lipstick, and nothing else. The eleven inch serpent in my trousers began to twitch. As if reading my mind, Candy looked down at my crotch. "Very glad to see you again, Donovan," her voice sounded robotic. I noticed she wasn't smiling. "Hi, Candy, good to - " She had already turned and was leading me into the house. I followed her up the stairs, marvelling at the swell of her buttocks and sway of her hips as she mounted them. She led me to the end of the upstairs hallway and then knocked at the closed door. Mrs. Eggleston's voice acquiesced within. Candy opened the door and then quickly stood aside. She would not look at me, instead focusing on the floor in front of her. I stepped inside the room, briefly noting the bedroom furnishings of a bed and dresser as I struggled to uncover the bedroom for the mess of discarded clothes, books, toiletry items and who-knows-what-else. Soon I forgot the mess as Mrs. Eggleston stood up from where she was sitting on the bed and faced me. "Thank-you for coming so quickly, my boy," she said. She was dressed only in a bathrobe - a partially open one at that. I stared helplessly at the sight of the curved underside of her enormous breasts where her bathrobe was slightly parted at the front. She came towards me and I smelled her lavender scent again. Within seconds my cock was stretching my trousers and she was smiling, trailing her hands over my chest and down my abdomen, causing ripples of uncontrolled tensing in my muscles, like they were all trying to thrust toward her. Mrs. Eggleston stopped as her eyes locked on my turgid cock swelling against my pants. "Oh! We must not hurt this wonderful instrument." She reached down and deftly undid my belt and unbuttoned my pants, which promptly plummeted to the floor, leaving my huge meat swaying slightly in the open air. "Jesus! It's fucking huge! How the fuck can I use that?" Another woman was in the room. Strangely, I had not noticed her at all as I had oggled Mrs. Eggleston. The other woman hopped off the bed and onto the floor, pointing at my cock as she spoke to Mrs. Eggleston. She was much younger than Mrs. Eggleston. She had pale skin, freckles across her shoulders and cheeks where not obscured by the long mane of blond hair tumbling down her face and back. Her smallish breasts seemed to surge upwards at her bathing suit top with the gravity-defying zest of youth. Mrs. Eggleston ignored her and turned to me. "I have a client that has very special needs, and can only be tended to by the best." "Oh?" I asked, my eyes transfixed on her breasts. "Who's that?" Mrs. Eggleston stared at me levely. I waited one long arrogant second before tearing my eyes from her chest and confidently meeting her gaze, emboldened by the weight of the meat between my thighs and the knowledge that she needed it. She needed it for her clients, she said, but I knew - just knew there had to be a part of her that needed it too. "My daughter." I instantly lost the battle of wills contained in our locked gaze. Actually, I completely forgot there was a battle of wills as my eyebrows shot skyward and my eyes rounded into dinner plates. "Whuh - wha?" I stammered. "My daughter," Mrs Eggleston explained, "Is nineteen and has never had sex. She fantasizes about a huge cock like yours every day and I know exactly the person to fulfull that fantasy and finally make her a woman." I bit my lip to stop myself from reaching forward and sneaking my hands into the opening of Mrs. Eggleston's bathrobe, running my hands down her sides, feeling the warmth of her skin and the swell of her glorious hips after the disciplined narrowness of her trim waist. "No, mom!" Mrs. Eggleston's daughter interrupted. "I can't take that! That's a fucking elephant dick! It's too fucking big!" Mrs. Eggleston didn't even look at her daughter as she replied, still fixated on my cock. "It's perfect, Gloria. Come and touch it, at least. I know you want to do that much." Gloria obliged willingly, plunking onto her knees in front of my big dick. She reached out with her little hands and grabbed at my dick. "Wow," she breathed as she struggled to wrap two hands around my thick cock. She ran her fingers down the length of my cock, and then leaned forward to tentatively touch her outstretched tongue to my meat. When I felt her mouth on me I gave a small groan to encourage her. Soon she was giving my cock a broadside of kisses, licks and sucks. "Mom, it won't work. Look!" Gloria linked her fingers together to form a chain around the base of my cock and then waved my meat in the air. Mrs Eggleston moved to stand beside me. "Gloria, take off that silly little scrap of a bathing suit and lay back on the bed. I've got an idea." Gloria obliged and I stared at the completely bare pussy as she spread her narrow thighs for me. I marveled at her concave belly and perky tits. In another moment I saw nothing but Mrs. Eggleston's bathrobe as Mrs. Eggleston stood in front of me, her back to me, and then lifted one leg to swing it over my cock. My soaring hopes were soon dashed as I felt her buttocks nestle against my pelvic bone and her arms wrapped around me to cup and squeeze my buttocks. With her straddling my cock so close to my body, a full five inches of my cock still jutted out from her pelvis. "There my Dear," Mrs. Eggleston said. "This way you'll never have to deal with more than half of his giant cock, okay?" I could feel the heat of Mrs. Eggleston's pussy on my cock. Her lavendar scent saturated my nostrils. As she straddled me her bathrobe raised up her thighs and exposed her legs. I felt the heat of her skin against my thighs as she slowly rotated her hips, grinding against my stiff shaft. Gloria spread her lovely thin legs and stared at my abbreviated penis as Mrs. Eggleston nudged me with small pressures of her flexing thighs. Together we lowered the tip of my cock to Gloria's pussy. Mrs. Eggleston spread the lips and then clamped her thighs around my cock and pulled me forward. I felt warmth on my cockhead and heard Gloria suck in her breath. I couldn't hold back now. I ran my hands up under Mrs. Eggleston's bathrobe, feeling her smooth skin and the generous swell of her hips before they ran into the narrow swoop of her waist. Her hands quickly grabbed mine and pinned them in place against her hips. "Oh," Gloria breathed, "give it to me. Give me that big fat cock." Mrs. Eggleston squeezed my cock with her thighs and I pushed forward. I could only see Mrs. Eggleston's back and the mane of black hair that she had finally unleashed and I was in heaven. I smelled deeply as much as I could so I could save her scent in my memory. My cock pushed against something, and with Mrs. Eggleston's squeezing encouragement I thrust forward again and suddenly felt hot liquid fire around the head of my cock. "Unnhhh, wow!" Gloria groaned as the tip of my member, protruding from between her mother's thighs, inched into her tight pussy. Mrs. Eggleston's buttocks tightened against my stomach and her thighs clenched tightly on my dick, pulling me forward. I obliged, surging enthusiastically with my hips, imagining I was sinking down to my hilt in the luscious curves of the perfect Mrs. Eggleston. "Not so fast, stud," Mrs. Eggleston warned, and pushed back at me to prevent my cock from tearing too deeply into her daughter. I bit my lip and leaned forward, resting my forehead against Mrs. Eggleston's back, luxuriating in the warmth of her body through the thin fabric of her bathrobe yet wrestling with the agony of not being able to kiss her bare skin or taste the sweat rolling off her heaving body as she impaled her pussy on my cock. Gloria clamped her legs around the two of us and I felt her hands reach past her mother to grab my buttocks and pull me urgently into her. Mrs. Eggleston backed me away and then pulled us forward, driving my cock into Gloria again and beginning the steady rhythm of fucking that set Gloria screaming. Despite the power in Mrs. Eggleston's thighs she was beginning to slip on my cock and I suddenly realized it was because her pussy was drooling excited juices onto my cock. Her bare pussy lips were soaking my member, begging for my cock to slip upwards and penetrate the glorious mistress of the household. Gloria was cumming, screaming insensible, loud things, but I was entranced by Mrs. Eggleston's body and heat and scent so close to me. The thought of her being aroused by my cock sent me over the edge and I surged forward, burying my cock into her ass and her daughter, spraying my seed with jolt after jolt of hard orgasms. With my cum went the power in my legs and I twisted sideways and flopped onto the bed, panting. Mrs. Eggleston stepped away. Her daughter turned away from me on the bed, her legs curled up close to her as she hummed softly to herself in satisfaction. I missed a glimpse of Mrs. Eggleston's naked body as she re-tied her bathrobe and turned to leave the room. "Go down to the basement when you're ready, Donovan. Candy will clean you up and then we should talk about what I would like you to do next." I picked up my clothes and walked downstairs naked, eager to see Candy again. My cock flopped against my thighs as I descended each step into the basement, leaving sticky strings of pussy juice and cum all over my legs. By the time I reached the basement I was feeling the familiar stiffening in my cock again, thinking of my first encounter with Candy in that same room. Candy was sitting on the large leather couch in the center of the room, her legs tucked up underneath her, still wearing the fishnets and lipstick I'd seen when she had greeted me at the door. She looked toward me but did not smile. "What would you like, Donovan?" She asked. "I..." I was taken aback by her aloofness. We had shared every carnal intimacy, each to her intense satisfaction - I hoped - and yet she was talking as though we had never met and I wasn't standing before her with my clothes bundled under one arm and my naked dick swinging between my knees right before her eyes. "I guess I came down because Mrs. Eggleston - " I began again. She interrupted. "She's done with you? She's finished with you and now she's sent you here to be cleaned up?" I fidgeted and suddenly felt cold. "Yeah. I guess." Candy grimaced with one side of her mouth and kept her eyes frozen. "Well come here, then." I walked over to her, unsure of how close I should approach. Candy stopped me when I was next to the bar counter by getting up from the couch and retrieving a cloth from the sink. She rinsed the cloth and then turned to me. "Spread 'em," she said. I dropped my clothes onto the couch and stood with my feet shoulder-width apart and Candy settled on her knees in front of me, bringing the dripping wet and freezing cold cloth to my skin. I gasped. Slowly, Candy passed the cloth over my thighs, running it up my right leg and over my belly, across the top of my navel and down my left thigh. As she travelled to the inside of my thigh I felt her other hand run ever so gently over the skin on the back of my thigh, moving slowly and tenderly up to my buttocks. She squeezed and caressed my skin, slowly easing her face forward until her lips rested on my thigh, sending a long tremble through my body. I stared down at her in fascination as she kissed my thigh once more and then tilted her head up to look at me. She nestled her chin in the crook between my cock and my thigh, locking her gaze onto mine, staring deeply into my eyes with that serious, almost sad expression as her hands carressed my legs. "You're amazing," I whispered. She finally moved her cloth to stroke my penis, starting at the base and methodically rubbing away the combined juices of Mrs. Eggleston and her daughter. She lovingly cupped my balls in the cloth and wiped them with both hands, apparently oblivious to the thickening shaft beside her chin and cheek. There was a sound at the stairs behind us, and then the distinct noise of Mrs. Eggleston's high heels descending. Candy turned her head, her ear pressing against my pubic bone, wrapped her arms around my legs and squeezed me once in a quick hug. Quickly, she stood and stepped to the bar sink, wringing out the cloth as Mrs. Eggleston appeared. "Well, Donovan," Mrs. Eggleston said, "all clean?" I turned toward her, my cumbersome cock half erect from Candy's sensual touch. I swallowed and cleared my throat. "Yes." I replied. "Good. Candy, you may go. Donovan, we have a lot to talk about. It's time I was clear with you about what I do and how you can help me."