Paganini's Tale, Chapter 17

Her cunt was plundered, invaded, and she felt like an Amazon
conquered by a hairy barbarian during the fall of the Tribe.
The mophandle in the crook of her elbows, holding tight her
shirt-bound hands in front of her while the wooden handle
rubbed her vertebrae, that mophandle was a spearshaft, and the
hand in her hair smelled of battle.
   Abruptly she came back to reality: the chemical fruit smells
of cleaners and solvents mingled with the perfume of humans in
rut. She couldn't help groan as her lover's iron fuckaxe
plunged back into her. He rammed into her, in complete control
of everything.
   Now he lifted her with the handle behind her back, lowering
her onto his prong, the top of his thighs a cushion for the
bottoms of hers. She was propelled into another fantasy:
   She and her lover have perfected a trapeze act--the fuck-
pass in mid-air. Swooping down into the air, holding
precariously to the bar, the two trapezes approach, she
backwards, legs spread, him with his legs back and his stiff
cock aiming like a dart toward her cunt.
   The crowd below falls into a hush of anticipation as the
first thrust is attempted. They both release their holds, and
in mid-air collide with inhuman precision, a perfection of
impact and angle that spins them each to the other's trapeze,
where they begin their swings for the next fuck.
   The crowd roars its approval, and in mid-swing she appraises
the crowd below: all eyes up, open-mouthed at the awe-
inspiring fucking going on above their heads.
   The swing through the air is a delerious rush, a controlled
falling, her cunt aching for the next surge of manmeat into her
cunt, and as she rushes toward in it in a swift arc, her legs
splay in expectation. The crowd seems to take a simultaneous
breath, and again they collide, the slapping sound resounding
through the big top, getting groans of shared lust from the
crowd below.
   Again they grip the other's trapeze, and the swing back is
thrilled by the roar of the crowd, the moans, and now as she
looks down she sees the cocks of half the men, out, some being
beaten off by silent hands, others, in the mouths of wives,
girlfriends, or women overcome by the erotic flying trapeze act
above them.
   She swung in the practiced parabolic arc, her tits riding
high on her rib cage. Her cunt rang like a huge bell. She could
feel her cunt juice dripping off in the centrifugal force,
running down her legs, baptizing the onlookers with the dew of
her snatch.
   Their finale began, each of them changing their position on
their trapeze, on the swoop downward to their meeting spot,
high up, near the peak of the big top. She could see him now,
the shaft of flesh standing out like a ship's mast from his
crotch, and she spread her legs, and bent her knees, then when
she let go, went into a backward somersault.
   He met her first with his hard prick sliding into her hot
cunt, then his hands grabbed at her tits as her heels jammed in
on his buttocks, pulling him deeper into her heat.
   They stopped in mid-air, brought to a halt by the cancelling
of their momentum, and there was a moment when they both could
look down on the vast orgy beneath them, seeing in still life
the tangled naked bodies, the mouths on cocks, the cunts
thrusting against cunts, the hands embedded, the roiling bodies
writhing among the stands.
   Spinning slightly, she and her lover began to fall, with each
spin pulling a stroke off, thrusting into each other, bucking
in a descending ballet. The crowd paid them no heed, for they
were too busy now, and so the two fell, fucking furiously, down
through the air until they hit the safety net like a
trampoline.
   Alice dug her heels in deeper, pulling him in again, afraid
of losing him, losing his stiff cock, even as they bounced
again on the mesh. Over and over they bounced, each time
slightly less, but slightly more inside. Each time they landed
one of them was on top, and the weight seemed to fuse their
bodies together, welding them with the heat of lust.
   Finally, as they rolled toward the center of the webbing, she
began to come, feeling like a top wobbling off center, spinning
in crazy angles in a last desperate attempt to stay on its
point. She came in oscillations, rising toward a high-pitched
scream.
   Suddenly his hand covered her mouth. Her tongue could taste
the salt on his palm. "You may have gone too far," his voice
said into her ear.
   "We may be all right. If it's a man, I think I will offer him
some of you. Will you accept?"
   She reeled, trying to get a grip on where she was, what he
was asking, trying to see through the blindfold covering her
eyes. . If <who> is a man, she thought, and what did I do? Her
cunt burned with his cock inside it, still hard, still waiting
for its turn. But she wanted more, she realized. Another cock
would be fine. "Yes," she said. "Yes, please, that's what I
want."
   She could hear footsteps in the hallway: "Hello?" a deep
voice said. "Anybody here?"
   The cock pulled out of her, making Alice gasp. Then a shaft
of light entered the janitor's room for the first time since
she'd entered.
   She heard whispered words. Then the door closed. She still
was tied by the mop-handle, her elbows behind her back, with
the handle sticking between biceps and back.
   "You sure about this?" she heard as the man came in.
   "Ask her."
   "You really want this, miss?"
   She hardly hesitated. "Yes. I want it."
   "Just tell me if you don't, cause if you don't, I'll just..."
   "I want your cock," Alice said in a low, throaty voice. "I
want your stiff prick up inside me. Get hard, fast, I want
you deep in me. Whoever you are, fuck me now."
   She could hear the sound of his belt coming off, the zip of
his fly. "Say, she's a hot one, isn't she. Does she like being
called a whore?"
   "Ask her."
   "Do you like being called names?"
    She paused. Did she? It all seemed so astounding anyway,
she couldn't know, couldn't remember. She'd never really done
that before, but the few times her new lover had used those
terms, a small thrill had sung through her. "Go ahead," she
said, "try me."
   "God, mister, what a hot slut you have here. And what an
ass." She felt a hot firmness probe at her thighs. "But jeez, I
kinda wish I could see her better. Can we have some light?"
   Alice cringed. <No,> she thought, that wouldn't work....
   "No," her lover said. "That isn't part of the game. Fuck her,
like she wants you to. Hard, fast, fuck her cunt deep, ream her
out. Make her groan. Fuck this hot whore of mine. She wants two
cocks.
   "Fuck her cunt good, and I'll be ramming my hard prick into
her throat. She loves to be filled with meat. Isn't that right,
Alice."
   Hearing her name, she almost rebelled, but just then the
young salesman's thin cock found the lips of her cunt and
slipped in. "Oh, God," he said, and Alice cried out "Yes!" as
if in answer to his question.
   "Yeah," the salesman continued, "oh shit, she's tight, what a
cunt, it's hot as a fucking machine gun, yeah, what a fuck she
is, oh, man..." and he pistoned into her, trying to get in as
deep as he could.
   Then she felt her lover's body before her, and in the faint
light she could, see through the crack beneath the blindfold,
his hard cock jutting out from the tangled
darkness around his crotch. She opened her mouth, wetting her
lips. "Yes," she whispered to that cock, "Come to me, fuck my
mouth, I want you on my tongue. Yes, bring it in..." and then
her words were smothered by his dense lovemuscle.
   Never before had she had two cocks in her simultaneously. It
was almost too much to bear. As if the cocks carried
electricity, her body jolted and jerked. Her front lover pulled
back, as if concerned that he was choking her, but she lunged
back at his meat with such a hunger that he laughed and plunged
back in.
   Her throat felt open; like that first time she had let loose
of her sphincter, suddenly it was easy to take him down her
throat. Her mouth writhed around it like her cunt was writhing,
and she felt herself become one long cunt, before and aft, a
fucking receptacle, and she felt like she could taste the young
boy's cock with her cunt.
   The boy began making ratcheting throat noises, his pumping
took on a frenetic pace, and he gripped her hips more tightly.
Her lover's pace increased too, and he took her head in his
hands, caressing her ears while fucking deep into her mouth,
using her cheekbones as a brace.
   In the small part of her mind untouched by the eroticism of
the moment, she was amazed that she was taking anything as big
as his shaft down her throat. She was astounded that she could
be so aroused by a strange man's prick in her quim. And she was
deliciously pleased that she could be so decadent.
   Hot jism jetted into her cunt, and she could feel it in her
stomach, like hot caramel spattering her intestines. An instant
later, she gulped as her lover's come spewed out. She pulled
back just enough to feel the spume gushing out his cock on her
tongue. She held both of them in as they softened. Then she
pushed out the boy's prick with a cuntal squeeze, and with a
sucking kiss allowed her lover's prick to slip out of her
mouth.
   "Uh, gee, thanks, Mister," the boy's voice said, and she
realized that he must have deepened his voice when he first
came in, that he had been afraid. "That was great. You, uh,
you two can come back anytime. Just ask for Danny, okay? Suh,
see you."
   And he went out the door.