****** Lonny's Way ******
===============================================================================

Lonny's Way


My first boyfriend Lonny was such a perve. He taught me to love sex. I was 15
and he was 36. 36 years old and pumping gas for a living, but he was the center
of my sexual universe.

I lived with my grandparents, my real parents having died when I was a baby.
They were sweet but they never caught on to anything I was about after puberty
hit.

I was a horny adolescent, and threw myself at Lonny when I first laid eyes on
him. I got him alone in the garage one Saturday afternoon and managed to
straddle his thigh in my little without my panties on. Needless to say he had a
little more than grease to wash out of his jeans that week.

After that he was unstoppable. We arranged to meet at night, in the garage
after the place was closed. He took my virginity standing up against the wall
and after that would fuck me for hour's bent over the tire-balancing machine. I
got tired of the smell of gas after a while though, and told him we had to try
someplace else or I would find another stud. He was reluctant, but I finally
got him to come to my house at night after he washed up, and climb in through
my second-story bedroom window. My grandparents were very old and hard of
hearing at this point, so he would ride me with my legs over his shoulders
until we both collapsed from exhaustion.

One night, after a slight scare from my period being a couple of days late,
Lonny showed me his true nature. He rolled me on my belly and gently lubricated
my asshole with warming oil. He then slid in first one, then two fingers while
massaging my lower back in order to help me relax. Then he turned me sunny-side
up and went down on me with his fingers up my ass. I came so hard I had to
press a pillow over my face to keep my grandparents from hearing me scream. He
then took my legs and put them over his shoulders again, but instead of
entering my vagina, he pushed his dick into my ass while finger-fucking me. He
shoved his fingers all the way into me while slowly getting his cock into my
ass, a little at a time. He thumbed my clitty at the base of it, in a rotating
flat pressing motion, and made me come over and over again. My ass was tight
and sore, but I didn't care. He stayed hard for the longest time, maybe three
hours from being up my tight little asshole, and when he came I felt him buck
up and into me, lifting my ass up off of the bed and filling me with a huge
load of spooge, like a hot enema.

He had to pull his poor sore cock out of me that night, all red and irritated
like my asshole, and when I went to the bathroom I felt his slimy come pouring
out of me. That night he went home much later than usual, with the sun almost
up, leaving me to sleep until noon. I could hardly walk and he was barely able
to wait on his customers, but I went to the station anyway and ran my hand over
his hard-on inside his pants and made him come in his underwear and be wet for
the rest of the day while he pumped gas. It was my little power trip too, I
guess.

After that the whole thing accelerated at an amazing rate. It was summer and I
was out of school, with nothing to do but think of things for him to do to me.
He had his moments too. There was a break-in at the station and his boss got a
rotweiller to guard the place at night. One night after hours his boss dropped
the dog off and left. Lonny made me stand and take his cock up my ass and when
the dog came over and sniffed my cunt, he reached around and held my lips open
for the dog to get better access to me. The dog started to lick while Lonny was
pumping into me from behind and I was hunching into the air I was to hot. Lonny
sat back on his heels and the dog licked me deeper, driving his long tongue
down into my gushing hole while Lonny just held his hard prick up my ass. My
bouncing up and down made Lonny come, but I was still hot, so he spread out a
tarp and put an old car seat in the middle of the floor and bent me over it.
Then he led the dog up and over me and helped the dog get his hard-on inside of
me. It didn't feel like much at first, but the dog shoved up repeatedly into
me, hard and fast until I felt a large bulge in his cock get past the tight
little ring at the opening of my vagina and really pin me down. His "knot" was
so big I had to hold very still and try to relax while he stayed shoved up into
me, hunching short, sharp jabs to penetrate me as much as possible, like a
female dog that he was trying to get pregnant. No subtleties here, he jabbed
into me every time I moved just slightly, to get in deeper, and held me down
like that for more than an hour. Lonny knelt down beside us and ran his fingers
along each side of my clit gently, forcing me to come around that dog's giant
hot prong, until the clenching of my pussy made the dog let loose in
unbelievable torrents of thin, sticky jism that literally poured out of me on
either side of his hard red cock and flowed down the inside of my thighs with
every lunge forward. I was filthy from that experience and that night I climbed
into my own bedroom window so I could get a shower before my grandparents woke
up. I went to sleep wondering how far I would go for a good orgasm. During that
summer, I found out.

For my sixteenth birthday Lonny took me up to the north woods to a cabin for a
week. I told my grandparents I was going camping with some fictitious
girlfriends. On the drive up he had me take off my pants and bra, and I sat
next to him in just a T-shirt while he fingered me almost to the point of
coming. By this time I was using birth control pills, and wanted him to fuck me
vaginally more than anally, although his preference was still the back door.
Usually he would fuck me on my hands and knees until I came once or twice then
pull his slippery cock out of my cunt and slide it up my ass while playing with
my clit to make me come again while he shot his load up into my ass. During the
ride up to the cabin though, he wasn't letting me come, just fingered my wet
pussy and played with my tits until I thought I would jump out of the truck and
go somewhere to masturbate. We smoked a joint and did some lines of coke to
keep us awake while we drove through the night. He had me open his backpack and
take out a little vial of yellowish oil. Then he told me to lay back on the
truck seat with my legs open to him and to hold my pussy lips open while he
applied the oil to my open cunny, stroking it into the folds between my lips,
along my clit, into my opening and then down into my tight little asshole. I
thought it was just some warming oil but something else started to happen. I
began to feel a little light-headed and like my pussy was swelling, throbbing.
I was wet like never before and couldn't think at all. I kept trying to touch
myself to relieve myself but Lonny pulled over to the side of the road and tied
my hands behind my back after staking off my T-shirt, with some new black
leather manacles he took out of the glove compartment. He also strapped a black
leather hood over my head that blindfolded me and covered my mouth with a gag.
He made me kneel with my knees apart by clipping the manacles to the back of
the seat so that I could not move up or down but had to stay that way while he
drove.

I could see nothing and do nothing but whimper while he drove without touching
me for another couple of hours, but I could hear everything; the sounds of the
cars whooshing by, the quiet once we got off of the main road, the drone of the
truck engine. When we stopped he got out of the truck and came around to my
side and unclipped the manacles from the bar behind the seat. He lifted me up
and carried me through the cold night air a few feet before the door to the
cabin was opened for us. He put me down and I could only imagine how I looked,
standing there with my nipples hard from the cold air, wet to my knees,
trembling from raw sexual need. I heard the low, appreciative voices of several
men, commenting on my body, groaning from their own arousal. I heard belt
buckles being undone and the slide of pants going down legs and someone took my
arm and led me to a sofa. I stood there obediently while anonymous hands ran
over me, and I gasped involuntarily as someone with bigger hands than Lonny's
opened my legs and began to play with my soaked pussy. My hands still behind my
back I felt myself being entered with thick fingers teased and probed until I
was shaking with need. I was pulled forward and up onto my knees over a pair of
muscular thighs that were hairy and hard against my smooth, soft skin. Then I
was lifted up and onto an erect cock, and pulled down onto it, until I could
feel it nudging my cervix. Warm lips sucked my nipples while huge hands
massaged my ass. I couldn't keep myself from coming but as soon as my orgasm
was over, I needed another. I ground myself into the big man, trying to connect
my clit with him while impaling myself on that fat cock, and humping him
without the least amount of restraint.

I came again when feeling his cock jerk and fire a large load of hot jam up and
into me, and was lifted off by someone chuckling and led over to another hard
waiting dick. I was pulled onto another lap and after the head of the anonymous
prong was positioned at my opening, lifted up and onto it. The head was a big
knob that I felt pop inside me and stretch me all the way up a long shaft. He
was moaning and thrusting up into me while smashing my breasts against his
hairy chest and rubbing my nipples with his. He smelled like bay rum and
maleness, and I could feel his big balls jump and slam into my ass every time
he thrust up and into me. He came in torrents, and stayed hard while his fuck-
juice squirted out of me with each lunge. He kept fucking me and I could feel
him sweating, but he just kept on shoving up over and over again until I came
for him, gripping him tightly with my hungry little pussy and whimpering with
frustration, begging for him with my body. He came again, and filled me with
hot jism once more before I was lifted off of him without ceremony and bent
over the back of an upholstered leather chair where I was penetrated by a very
thick, shorter cock that came into me quickly, and spurted hotly against my
insides before pulling out and leaving my knees in pools of come. Someone
lifted me out of the chair easily, and onto the couch again, and picked me up
by my hips and lowered me onto an enormous member of the fuck-club, carefully,
as though he was used to women needing to be given this monster in small doses.
He didn't pull me down onto him; he didn't have to. He was all the way inside
me and I couldn't feel anything against my clitty. Then he just sat back and
relaxed as I kneeled impaled on his prick, my pussy aching for some movement
and aching for relief. I had occasionally heard Lonny encouraging the men to do
one thing or the other to make me come, but with this guy everyone was quiet. I
had to keep up on my knees without leaning forward or his big cock would start
to hurt, it was so big. I could feel him stroking himself below me, and
grinding his fist into my spread-wide cunny until he just gripped his shaft and
shoved up his hand and held, pressing his meaty paw into me as he came. I came
again too, huffing and breathing shallowly to keep him from getting too deep
inside me and tearing me. He laughed as I rubbed myself against his come-
slickened fist to try to orgasm again after his cock was semi-soft. I didn't
know what Lonny had put on me, but I couldn't get enough cock and I couldn't
have stopped if I tried. I went around the room for another round of almost all
the men after that, and by the time they were done with me I was wobbling on my
legs.

I felt myself against the hairy chest of the guy with the knob-ended prick, and
I was weakly hunching against him when I felt a familiar prod. Lonny was
getting up my ass with the big guy urging him on. I felt their cocks inside me
rubbing each other through thin, raw tissue, and it was creating a rage inside
my guts. I stiffened and came hard, slamming against the solid chest of the guy
under me, with Lonny jerking into me and filling my rectum with his hot, hot
come. The guy under me was trying to come too, but it was taking him a while
since he'd jacked into me several times already that night. Lonny panted behind
me and whispered "Happy Birthday" while he shot his copious load. Then he
pulled out of my ass and with one hand on my clit, began to spank me with the
other. Each stroke made my pussy clench around the big boy inside of me, whom
growled and lurched up into me with a final desperate shove, ejaculating his
last load high up inside me. I came on Lonny's fingers, shivering and grinding
my teeth, and passed out with that big cock still inside me.

I woke up in the tub, filled with warm water. Lonny was taking the hood off of
me. My hands were free and the manacles were hanging over the shower rod. He
washed me gently and had me sit on the edge of the tub. I obeyed like a little
girl, I was that tired. Then he opened my legs and after warning my to hold
very still, shaved my cunny completely. He rinsed me and dried me off and
bundled me into a towel and carried me off to bed, where he put one of my
ankles into a chain before locking it to the bedpost. As if I had the energy to
go anywhere. I slept until noon the next day.

I woke up having to pee but was unable to, because of the chain. Lonny came in
from outside after I called his name several times and let me go. I was groggy
but still miraculously somewhat horny. I went to the toilet and remembered that
he'd shaved me. It felt cool, like I was even more sensitive than usual. I got
dressed, or rather, tried to, but couldn't find any panties or jeans that I'd
brought along. O.K. I thought, he could have his way this time. Obviously he
wanted to be in control for a change, and since he'd never done anything to
hurt me I would let him have his way.

I padded out into the living room and was surprised to see it was fairly clean.
A camera on a tripod sat on a sheet in the center of the room, and I wondered
if that had been there the night before. I didn't feel embarrassed whatsoever.
I knew I had a good body, and that I must have looked amazing in that black
leather hood and manacles. I was actually kind of excited by the idea of
getting it from all those men. I would just like to see the photos to know who
they were.

Lonny came in and looking at me wearing just a T-shirt smiled. He said we'd be
getting a visitor later and asked me if I was hungry. He made me breakfast and
we hung out for a couple of hours, not really talking about what was going on
between us except for him to ask if he'd nicked me while shaving me the night
before. We relaxed on the same sofa that I had knelt on so much the night
before and smoked some pot. I fell asleep for a while and woke up as the sun
was going down.

We ate a light supper and he told me about the night before. The oil he'd used
on me was a concoction of extracts that he'd bought from a pharmacist in
Mexico. It contained among other things, Spanish fly, M.D.A. with cinnamon and
clove for warming and a muscle relaxer. Applied locally, the effects were much
more controllable than if it were taken orally. Plus, the other participants
would get a contact high. He said he'd gotten it because he wanted me to feel
as hot as he did every time he got anywhere near me. Tonight however, we would
not be using the oil. We would be going au natural. He took out the hood and
put it on my head and put the manacles on me with my hands in front of me.
Again I was naked, though the fire he'd built kept me warm; I could feel my
nipples distended with anticipation. With my cunt shaved I felt very
vulnerable, and a little afraid as I heard a vehicle pull up to the cabin.

The door opened and I heard Lonny greet someone, someone who had a dog with
them. I heard the animal's heavy breathing and felt him sniff around while
Lonny and the stranger discussed the events of the evening as if they were
talking about a football game. I was gagged again and made to sit on the
leather ottoman in the center of the room. The dog was apparently on a leash,
because I couldn't feel him sniffing me although I could hear that he was in
the room. Then I felt Lonny stand me up. I was already wet when he fingered me
and began to use my juices to lubricate my asshole. He entered my ass easily,
pushing forward into my ass until I could feel his pubic hair in my ass-crack.
He undulated slowly and played with my shaved pussy from front while the camera
shutter clicked away. Then as I expected, he held me open while the dog came
forward and sniffed. I felt the animal's warm, wet tongue on my bare skin,
licking my oozing cunny and dragging up my exposed slit while Lonny groaned
behind me. He sat on the ottoman, bringing me with him, and put his knees
behind mine to hold me open even further. The dog slathered my clit and
explored my opening tentatively, searching for the source of the scent that was
so exciting to him before thrusting his long dog-tongue into me and scooping it
out.

I writhed and groaned into the gag, with Lonny's prick up my ass like a peg as
the dog licked and licked relentlessly, going deep and then licking off the
wetness around my clitty. I could feel Lonny jerk hard into me every time the
dog's tongue hit the base of his cock or licked his balls. He was heaving up
into me and coming while the dog licked endlessly, and I was so completely
aroused but unable to come because of the position, even with Lonny's jerk-
juice spurting up into me, inflating me with the hot liquid. He leaned my
forward and pulled out of me then, and after standing me up, bent me over the
ottoman with my bound hands before me. I felt the dog's tongue on me again,
licking up the come that was leaking out of my ass, before feeling him place
his big paws on either side of my ribs on the ottoman. His pointed dog-cock
jabbed into the back of my thighs, and painfully into my vulva before I felt
Lonny taking it and inserting the tip into my vagina. When the big dog-lurched
forward I thought I was going to be split open. He was much thicker around than
the rotweiller and I imagined he must have been some kind of mastiff by his
size and weight. I took the big cock, willing my body to obedience, and was
grateful for the extensive fucking I'd received the night before. If I hadn't
been loosened up by it, I might have been hurt when the big dog started to jam
his knot into me. I could feel him thrusting in fast, hard jabs, trying to get
that fat thing into me, and I could feel him getting bigger with each try. He
would hunch and shove into me, a dozen times or so, then correct his position
and try again, over and over, battering my opening until it surrendered and
received his proud red tennis-ball sized knot, tying me to him and subjugating
me to his male power.

I felt utterly impaled and humbled by him, with his huge phallus stretching my
little vagina even more than the biggest man did the night before. I felt Lonny
behind me, and heard the camera clicking as he pulled my legs open even farther
to show the bulge under my opening to the photographer. He tenderly stroked my
clit, but even the gentlest touch made me whine like a poodle being fucked by a
Great Dane. Nonetheless, he continued, making me come around that unbelievable
thing, tears running inside the blindfold and snot nearly choking me. I was
crying for my innocence, but I was also crying for the sheer ecstasy of it. It
was beyond pain and way beyond pleasure right down in the core of my ability to
remain conscious. Lonny's delicate strokes over my distended clit were
agonizing, and I couldn't help but come for him, clasping around the dog's huge
knot, keeping the animal hard while his semen dribbled down around my master's
fingers and ran off of my shaved mound. I came so many times I couldn't count
anymore, and I know the photographer must have used ten rolls of film, for I'm
sure the dog was mounted in me for more than three hours before giving a final
great lunge and letting loose the immense pressure of his sperm-filled fluid
into me. I came kicking my legs out behind me as that hot wash of dog come shot
me full and spurted out with every contraction. After that the dog backed his
long, limp cock out of me and Lonny laid me down on my back on the floor. He
spread my legs wide and I heard the photographer clicking between my legs. Then
I heard him unzip and felt the knob of the man's big prick against my sore
opening. He eased himself in and as I felt him against me I knew he was the man
who had taken me so many times the night before. His movements were deep and
brief, and I felt him come inside me. Then I heard him get up and leave with
the dog.

Lonny rolled me on my belly then, right there in that puddle of come and fucked
my ass in long, easy strokes. He came a first time and then a second, making me
need to go to the bathroom. I felt sore and empty as a used condom, but I also
felt very grounded, as if I was for the first time in a place where I could
completely relax.