johnnybiggs
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I awoke fairly early on Saturday morning. Why was I on my couch? Because there was rsomebody in my bed. For a second I felt like Baby Bear. Who’s been sleeping in my bed?
That somebody’s name was Liza and I had done terrible things to her after holding her hand at a parade. Who does that? What kind of monster hurts those that trust him and love him.
Me, that’s who. At the time that I was doing it, only the utter enjoyment of the act itself could serve as any vindication for the act. Talk about perverse, circular logic. Now I had a problem to deal with. Liza was awake and now she wanted out. I had started torturing her in the afternoon, early evening and had continued on until I was too tired to stay awake any longer.
I had vibrated her, fucked her, licked her rubbed her, tickled her, and rubbed her with ice. Around midnight I took a cool wet sponge and washed her head to toe. I wiped her down to relieve her of the buildup of fluids that was inevitable. She was getting sticky. She had come so many times I lost count. She might have peed a couple of times. I used lubricant, various oils and I came on different parts of her. I came in her mouth, I came in her pussy. I used her feet for a footjob. I straddled her chest and rubbed my cock on her tits until I came and the piece de resistance, just at sun up, was I shot a load deep in her ass. My dick was so sore I could barely sit at the kitchen table for breakfast. I can’t imagine how she must feel. Her pussy had something, including a monster dildo I had purchased for just this kind of evening, in it for hours. She had to be pretty tender. At one point she looked an awfully lot like a glazed donut. Gross.
Like everything else, the tender sponge bath was for me. She just benefitted from my need for a clean plaything. I gave her some water before I went to bed around 5 a.m. I was sure she was thirsty by now again. Probably hungry too. Pain in the ass. Speaking of pain in the ass, that reminds me of the last thing I did before bed.
By 4:30 or so I had run out of places to put things or to fuck. Then it hit me. She might still be an anal virgin. I flipped her over and put a bunch of pillows under her so her ass was up in the air. I even took Brandt’s pillows off his bed so I could elevate her to the right angle.
So, anyway. I went back and got the sponge and washed her up again. Like the rest of her, her ass was really cute. Sadly, she was no virgin. I’m not talking about her rump mind you. Although her haunches were athletic, toned and feminine, that isn’t what I’m talking about. I’m talking about her hole, another fuckable, lickable, and surprisingly ticklable point of entry. And, that's exactly what I did. I started with a shaving brush and I brushed her ass until she was howling through her gag and pleading, ( I suppose), for me to stop. I did after about twenty nonstop minutes. By that time she was exhausted and could no longer resist. Sadly for her, the soles of her fantastic feet were also now upturned and the wrinkles and toes and curvy arches made for one last overly tempting target for my merciless shaving brush. She just grunted as I stroked her soles and I was disappointed I didn’t get the squealing reaction from earlier. Oh well, there’s always tomorrow.
In the bright light light of morning I would have to say that she was the most ticklish girl I had ever seen. I took advantage of that. She quite literally had spent hours squealing since last night and I was sure she was pretty played out. I mean, the sexual part of the evening was great. I had come several times myself and couldn’t count her orgasms but the hours of tickling were the highlight.
Let me go into a little detail about her feet. Wow. I’m not sure she isn’t carried everywhere she goes. Her feet are so soft they defy logic. That’s probably got a lot to do with why they are so ticklish. On top of that, you couldn’t find a callous on a bet. They were just as good as feet can be. She did tell me during a short break last night that she gets pedicures often and her nails are never without paint. At one point when I was sucking her toes I was amazed how nice they tasted. They were like fragrant rose petals and they were just femininity personified. What great feet. She could easily make a living as a foot model.
Ok, back to now. I guess I gotta go face the bear. I made a lot of noise on purpose walking to my room. I wanted her to hear me coming. She did hear me. I walked in the room and she was bawling like a baby. Enough of that.
“Good morning, sweetie. Sleep well after your big night?” I hoped she’d be cooperative.
“Mmmmmmp…..mmmmtttthhhhfffffffkkkkkkaaaa……” Her eyes were blazing behind her tears.
“Ready for some breakfast.” I felt maybe I should be a little nice. She had made a heroic effort last night.
“mmmmmmmppppphhhgggg” I think she said yes.
“If I take out the gag can we have a nice conversations?” I’m all for nice.
Once again she nodded her head.
I reached around and undid the buckle and the cock shaped gag slid right out. She had a little gag reflex and I held her head and stroked her hair while she gathered herself.
“I know,” I said, “ice chips.”
She teared up again. “Please no more ice, please, please plEASE..” Drama queen.
“No silly, I mean for you too chew on. Ease your stomach. You must have eaten something bad last night.” Poor kid.
“Ice would be fine.” She realized how hungry she was.
I made some lightly buttered toast and brought that in with the ice. She wolfed that down as soon as I unbuckled her hands. She rubbed her wrists and was surprised to find no bruises or burns. Me too, actually. She really pulled hard at times last night. Especially when I licked her clit while tickling her feet while she was orgasming. She didn’t flail about then, she just started pulling and kept pulling til her muscles gave out. The veins in her neck stood out. Her breathing was short and puffy like a weightlifter and her eyes bugged out so far it scared me a little. I didn’t want her to hurt herself. She was really intense. It broke her heart and maybe her will a little to see that her supreme effort achieved absolutely SQUAT!!! Hehehehhheeeeeeee. Things got much easier for me after that. Honestly, it was never as good after that peak moment. It was the breaking not the broken woman I was after. I really enjoyed her struggling.
There was another telling moment right around 3:30 or so. By then she had had so many orgasms that she never wanted another. I began playing with her clit and she did all she could to get my attention.
I took out the gag and she asked if I wouldn’t settle for a blowjob. Really?
“Please Biggs, fuck my mouth. My pussy is too sore.” She made a perfect O with her lips.
“That’s a nice offer. If you bite me I’ll stop being gentle.” I took out an electric prod and waved it menacingly. “Up to now, you’ve been a good girl. This is for bad girls.”
She just laid back and opened her mouth. I didn’t even have to fuck it. She bobbed her head and ran her tongue under the shaft and it didn’t take me very long to shoot a small load. I’m only human you know, and maybe not even that.
I left her gag out as a reward until she started talking and trying to negotiate. I put the gag back in and licked her belly button while she screamed her silent scream. I tickled her underarms but she didn’t react like I had hoped so I didn’t bother too much.
I gave her a whole fifteen minutes right around 4:00 a.m. And almost fell asleep. That’s when I remembered her ass. That last half hour was special. You wouldn’t think someone could have a great shattering orgasm after hours of nonstop orgasm but she did. I had tickled her ass with my shaving brush and that was fun but the real high point came when I turned the hitachi back on. Inserted a large greased dildo in her ass and tickled her wrinkled soles nonstop as I could see it building. I guess that combo did the trick.
I haven’t seen Liza in over thirty years but I bet that would still do the trick. I just bet. I’d be surprised if anyone ever got even close after that. Poor kid, that was the orgasm of her life. She would never admit it but that has probably been her most memorable one too.
You should have seen it. I noticed her toes were beginning to clinch and her toes curled. Her feet were pointing soles up and the wrinkles caused by this were just devastatingly beautiful. Her stomach spasmed and both her pussy and her ass clinched and she was breathing like a building tea kettle. When it hit she just let go. Maybe she figured she owed it to herself to enjoy one orgasm and this was the one.
She threw her head back and made animalistic ,guttural, grunting, harsh sex noises. She shuddered and shook and held it as long as she could. Two minutes after it was over, she was fast asleep. She slept til I woke her.
So, back to my new now. What do I do with her? I go back to the room. I’m played out myself. I no longer want to fuck her. Ever. But I don’t wish her ill will either. Should I just unlock her and let her go. Risky. Of course, this whole affair has been risky since I saw her playing volleyball by the lake. I should never have acknowledged her. Just got in the car and drove away. Of course, I just told this story from memory thirty years after it happened. In our lives there will be relatively few such events of any kind so the risk was probably worth the reward.
So maybe, no matter what the outcome and repercussions it was worth it in the worst case. Truth, things turned out pretty well.
Dressed in her yellow sundress, big hat, sunglasses and sexy little sandals Liza left my house just after 1:00 p.m. Saturday, July 5th 1984. She’d be 53 now and probably still really cute. I’m just guessing. As she rounded the corner of my street I got my last look at her shapely form and big white hat. I never saw her again. She didn’t come back to school and I never tracked her down. Nor have I ever seen the police, her parents, her friends or anybody.
I guess she was fine with how things turned out. I’ll never know. There have been other women who paid for what Darla did to me and some of these did lead to a few unfortunate runs ins with the authorities. I’ve never been convicted of a crime but I’ve made a few enemies.
A woman named Monique shot at me in a pub once. It had been years since I saw her and I didn’t even recognize her until she took off her sunglasses.
“Hey motherfucker, remember me?” And she pulled the trigger. She missed and killed a perfectly innocent poker machine. I never pressed charges and she paid for the poker machine. But that is another story…………lolololololl
That somebody’s name was Liza and I had done terrible things to her after holding her hand at a parade. Who does that? What kind of monster hurts those that trust him and love him.
Me, that’s who. At the time that I was doing it, only the utter enjoyment of the act itself could serve as any vindication for the act. Talk about perverse, circular logic. Now I had a problem to deal with. Liza was awake and now she wanted out. I had started torturing her in the afternoon, early evening and had continued on until I was too tired to stay awake any longer.
I had vibrated her, fucked her, licked her rubbed her, tickled her, and rubbed her with ice. Around midnight I took a cool wet sponge and washed her head to toe. I wiped her down to relieve her of the buildup of fluids that was inevitable. She was getting sticky. She had come so many times I lost count. She might have peed a couple of times. I used lubricant, various oils and I came on different parts of her. I came in her mouth, I came in her pussy. I used her feet for a footjob. I straddled her chest and rubbed my cock on her tits until I came and the piece de resistance, just at sun up, was I shot a load deep in her ass. My dick was so sore I could barely sit at the kitchen table for breakfast. I can’t imagine how she must feel. Her pussy had something, including a monster dildo I had purchased for just this kind of evening, in it for hours. She had to be pretty tender. At one point she looked an awfully lot like a glazed donut. Gross.
Like everything else, the tender sponge bath was for me. She just benefitted from my need for a clean plaything. I gave her some water before I went to bed around 5 a.m. I was sure she was thirsty by now again. Probably hungry too. Pain in the ass. Speaking of pain in the ass, that reminds me of the last thing I did before bed.
By 4:30 or so I had run out of places to put things or to fuck. Then it hit me. She might still be an anal virgin. I flipped her over and put a bunch of pillows under her so her ass was up in the air. I even took Brandt’s pillows off his bed so I could elevate her to the right angle.
So, anyway. I went back and got the sponge and washed her up again. Like the rest of her, her ass was really cute. Sadly, she was no virgin. I’m not talking about her rump mind you. Although her haunches were athletic, toned and feminine, that isn’t what I’m talking about. I’m talking about her hole, another fuckable, lickable, and surprisingly ticklable point of entry. And, that's exactly what I did. I started with a shaving brush and I brushed her ass until she was howling through her gag and pleading, ( I suppose), for me to stop. I did after about twenty nonstop minutes. By that time she was exhausted and could no longer resist. Sadly for her, the soles of her fantastic feet were also now upturned and the wrinkles and toes and curvy arches made for one last overly tempting target for my merciless shaving brush. She just grunted as I stroked her soles and I was disappointed I didn’t get the squealing reaction from earlier. Oh well, there’s always tomorrow.
In the bright light light of morning I would have to say that she was the most ticklish girl I had ever seen. I took advantage of that. She quite literally had spent hours squealing since last night and I was sure she was pretty played out. I mean, the sexual part of the evening was great. I had come several times myself and couldn’t count her orgasms but the hours of tickling were the highlight.
Let me go into a little detail about her feet. Wow. I’m not sure she isn’t carried everywhere she goes. Her feet are so soft they defy logic. That’s probably got a lot to do with why they are so ticklish. On top of that, you couldn’t find a callous on a bet. They were just as good as feet can be. She did tell me during a short break last night that she gets pedicures often and her nails are never without paint. At one point when I was sucking her toes I was amazed how nice they tasted. They were like fragrant rose petals and they were just femininity personified. What great feet. She could easily make a living as a foot model.
Ok, back to now. I guess I gotta go face the bear. I made a lot of noise on purpose walking to my room. I wanted her to hear me coming. She did hear me. I walked in the room and she was bawling like a baby. Enough of that.
“Good morning, sweetie. Sleep well after your big night?” I hoped she’d be cooperative.
“Mmmmmmp…..mmmmtttthhhhfffffffkkkkkkaaaa……” Her eyes were blazing behind her tears.
“Ready for some breakfast.” I felt maybe I should be a little nice. She had made a heroic effort last night.
“mmmmmmmppppphhhgggg” I think she said yes.
“If I take out the gag can we have a nice conversations?” I’m all for nice.
Once again she nodded her head.
I reached around and undid the buckle and the cock shaped gag slid right out. She had a little gag reflex and I held her head and stroked her hair while she gathered herself.
“I know,” I said, “ice chips.”
She teared up again. “Please no more ice, please, please plEASE..” Drama queen.
“No silly, I mean for you too chew on. Ease your stomach. You must have eaten something bad last night.” Poor kid.
“Ice would be fine.” She realized how hungry she was.
I made some lightly buttered toast and brought that in with the ice. She wolfed that down as soon as I unbuckled her hands. She rubbed her wrists and was surprised to find no bruises or burns. Me too, actually. She really pulled hard at times last night. Especially when I licked her clit while tickling her feet while she was orgasming. She didn’t flail about then, she just started pulling and kept pulling til her muscles gave out. The veins in her neck stood out. Her breathing was short and puffy like a weightlifter and her eyes bugged out so far it scared me a little. I didn’t want her to hurt herself. She was really intense. It broke her heart and maybe her will a little to see that her supreme effort achieved absolutely SQUAT!!! Hehehehhheeeeeeee. Things got much easier for me after that. Honestly, it was never as good after that peak moment. It was the breaking not the broken woman I was after. I really enjoyed her struggling.
There was another telling moment right around 3:30 or so. By then she had had so many orgasms that she never wanted another. I began playing with her clit and she did all she could to get my attention.
I took out the gag and she asked if I wouldn’t settle for a blowjob. Really?
“Please Biggs, fuck my mouth. My pussy is too sore.” She made a perfect O with her lips.
“That’s a nice offer. If you bite me I’ll stop being gentle.” I took out an electric prod and waved it menacingly. “Up to now, you’ve been a good girl. This is for bad girls.”
She just laid back and opened her mouth. I didn’t even have to fuck it. She bobbed her head and ran her tongue under the shaft and it didn’t take me very long to shoot a small load. I’m only human you know, and maybe not even that.
I left her gag out as a reward until she started talking and trying to negotiate. I put the gag back in and licked her belly button while she screamed her silent scream. I tickled her underarms but she didn’t react like I had hoped so I didn’t bother too much.
I gave her a whole fifteen minutes right around 4:00 a.m. And almost fell asleep. That’s when I remembered her ass. That last half hour was special. You wouldn’t think someone could have a great shattering orgasm after hours of nonstop orgasm but she did. I had tickled her ass with my shaving brush and that was fun but the real high point came when I turned the hitachi back on. Inserted a large greased dildo in her ass and tickled her wrinkled soles nonstop as I could see it building. I guess that combo did the trick.
I haven’t seen Liza in over thirty years but I bet that would still do the trick. I just bet. I’d be surprised if anyone ever got even close after that. Poor kid, that was the orgasm of her life. She would never admit it but that has probably been her most memorable one too.
You should have seen it. I noticed her toes were beginning to clinch and her toes curled. Her feet were pointing soles up and the wrinkles caused by this were just devastatingly beautiful. Her stomach spasmed and both her pussy and her ass clinched and she was breathing like a building tea kettle. When it hit she just let go. Maybe she figured she owed it to herself to enjoy one orgasm and this was the one.
She threw her head back and made animalistic ,guttural, grunting, harsh sex noises. She shuddered and shook and held it as long as she could. Two minutes after it was over, she was fast asleep. She slept til I woke her.
So, back to my new now. What do I do with her? I go back to the room. I’m played out myself. I no longer want to fuck her. Ever. But I don’t wish her ill will either. Should I just unlock her and let her go. Risky. Of course, this whole affair has been risky since I saw her playing volleyball by the lake. I should never have acknowledged her. Just got in the car and drove away. Of course, I just told this story from memory thirty years after it happened. In our lives there will be relatively few such events of any kind so the risk was probably worth the reward.
So maybe, no matter what the outcome and repercussions it was worth it in the worst case. Truth, things turned out pretty well.
Dressed in her yellow sundress, big hat, sunglasses and sexy little sandals Liza left my house just after 1:00 p.m. Saturday, July 5th 1984. She’d be 53 now and probably still really cute. I’m just guessing. As she rounded the corner of my street I got my last look at her shapely form and big white hat. I never saw her again. She didn’t come back to school and I never tracked her down. Nor have I ever seen the police, her parents, her friends or anybody.
I guess she was fine with how things turned out. I’ll never know. There have been other women who paid for what Darla did to me and some of these did lead to a few unfortunate runs ins with the authorities. I’ve never been convicted of a crime but I’ve made a few enemies.
A woman named Monique shot at me in a pub once. It had been years since I saw her and I didn’t even recognize her until she took off her sunglasses.
“Hey motherfucker, remember me?” And she pulled the trigger. She missed and killed a perfectly innocent poker machine. I never pressed charges and she paid for the poker machine. But that is another story…………lolololololl
