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The sky over the mountains turned a purplish orange as the sun set on the third day of my cross-country motorcycle trip. I had been riding for hours, and my stomach was starting to rumble almost as loudly as the Harley engine between my legs. I needed to find a place to eat, shower and sleep-- not necessarily in that order. A nice piece of pussy wouldn't have been bad, either.
But as I scanned the horizon, all I saw was a ribbon of concrete cutting through the cactus and scrub brush. I was beginning to think I was going to have to ride clear to Albuquerque to find a hot plate of food and a warm bed.
My mood brightened when I saw a splash of pink neon light off in the distance. I gunned the bike. Within minutes, I was pulling into the parking lot of a little motel with a restaurant attached. A sign by the road spelled out "The Cactus Inn" in pink neon.
I parked the bike by the office's front door and did my best to beat the dust off of my leathers. The motel didn't seem to have any other guests. A tumbleweed blew across the empty parking lot. I shrugged and went in, figuring it was a slow night.
I don't know what the hell I expected to find in that office, but it sure as shit wasn't what was there. A petite blond had her red cowboy boots kicked up on the desk. She rocked back on wooden chair while sucking a lollipop and watching a small black-and-white TV. She wore tattered Daisy Dukes cut almost high enough to be mistaken for panties. Her checkered red and white shirt was tied into a knot just below a couple of double-D knockers. Blond hair spilled out of a curled cowboy hat tilted back on her head.
She looked up from the TV when she heard my footsteps on the creaking, wooden floor.
"Damn, cowboy," she said in a sweet, Texas drawl. "Looks like you been ridin' a long time."
"Too long," I said. "Could use a room."
"You're in luck," she said. "We're kinda slow tonight. I can give you the honeymoon suite for the price of a regular room."
"Not on my honeymoon," I said.
She put her feet on the floor and leaned forward on the desk. A Grand Canyon of cleavage formed as her tits heaved forward. She held the sucker just in front of her bright red lips.
"Why is a handsome cowboy like you travelin' all alone?" she asked.
"Didn't say I was riding alone," I said.
"But you are, ain't ya?" she asked.
Her tongue reached out to touch the red sucker. My cock flinched.
"As a matter of fact I am," I said.
"I'm gonna give you the honeymoon suite anyway," she said. "It's nicer than the others. And it's the only room where you can get dirty movies on the TV. That'll be $35."
I pulled a roll of bills out of my pocket and took off the rubber band. The smallest bills I had were twenties. I gave her two. She looked at them as if I'd handed her a book called "The Answer to Everything."
"Keep the change," I said.
"You ain't from around here, are ya?" she asked.
"No ma'am," I said.
"What brings you this way?" she asked.
"Just needed to get out of the city a while," I said. "Get my head back together."
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Isn't important," I said.
"Well, I'm gonna call you Billy," she said. "My name is Cherry."
She reached out to shake. I took her hand in mine. Her skin felt so smooth, so delicate. Our eyes met. She licked her lips ever so slyly, then let go of my hand and whirled around to a board full of hooks with keys hanging off them.
Cherry handed me the room key. I turned to leave and then had a thought.
"How old are you, Cherry?" I asked.
"Turned 19 last week," she said with a flirty smile.
"Cherry," I said, "after I shower I'm going to get a piece of pie over in that restaurant. Would you like to come with me to get some pie?"
"I'll do you one better," she said. "I'll bring the pie to your room. How 'bout in, say, 15 minutes?"
"That will be fine," I said.
"Good," she said. "It's a date."
I could hardly believe my luck. Everything I needed was in one place out in the middle of nowhere. I got my duffel bag out of the saddle bag hanging from the side of the Harley and found my room. It was without a doubt the honeymoon suite. The whole place was done up in pink, except for the white carpet and the red, heart-shaped bed in the middle of the room. It was totally cheesy but looked clean and would suit my needs for a night.
I stripped naked and went into the bathroom, where I turned the shower knob as far as it would go. The water streamed down hard from the shower head. Steam billowed from the porcelain tub. I stepped inside, letting the water pour over my body. It felt good to let the grime of the day wash down the drain. I shampooed and soaped up, then rinsed, dried off and threw on a pair of silk boxers. I gave myself one squirt of cologne and flopped down on the bed to stretch out and wait for Cherry.
I remembered what she had said about dirty movies and reached for the remote to turn on the TV. Most of the hotels I stay in make you call down to the front desk to order porn, but it was the first thing that popped on the screen at The Cactus Inn. And most hotels have only the watered down porn-- a guy fucking a woman, no penetration shown. The movie that came up in the honeymoon suite was truly bizarre. A raven-haired transsexual was ass-fucking a dude while the dude sucked a blond transsexual's cock. I tried turning the channel, but the same thing was on every station.
Something seemed oddly familiar about the movie. My mind searched for answers until a wide shot of the room came up on the screen. The heart-shaped bed in the movie was unmistakable. The porn had been filmed in the honeymoon suite.
My heart fluttered. Something was up, and I didn't like it. I took note of the camera angles and looked around the room. Sure enough, I found a small lens in the base of a lamp on a table across from the bed. Another small camera was poking of of the wall, way up in the corner.
I heard someone on the TV say, "Suck it, you fuckin whore." The movie zoomed in on the blond tranny's face. It was Cherry.
I'd had enough. I leaped off the bed and started throwing shit back into my duffel bag. I was out of there. I didn't care how long it was going to take me to get to the next town. Some weird sexual shit was happening at The Cactus Inn, and I didn't want any part of it.
I had one leg in my jeans when the door flew open. Cherry stepped in with two others right behind her. I immediately recognized one as the raven-haired tranny from the movie. She wore a sparkling, silver T-shirt with a plunging neckline that barely contained her tits. A short, blue miniskirt flared out from her waist. Next to her was a petite redhead with fair skin and a flat chest. She wore a tight, black, almost see-through cocktail dress. The brunette and redhead looked just as feminine as Cherry, who was smiling.
"Going somewhere, darlin'?" she asked. "I thought we had a date."
"What the fuck is going on here?" I asked.
"Isn't it obvious?" Cherry asked. "You stepped right into the middle of your very own porno movie."
"You're fucking sick," I said. "Do you all have cocks?"
All three giggled.
"I know I do, sugar," Cherry said. "But I'm not sure about my friends. Let me ask. Alexa do you have a cock?"
"Sure do, baby," the brunette said.
"How 'bout you, Lisa?" Cherry asked. "You got a big ol' trouser snake in that dress?"
"Mmmm-hmmmm," the redhead said with a dramatic nod.
"There you have it," Cherry said. .
She walked over to me. I tensed up. She put her hand on my shoulder.
"Relax," she said.
Cherry slid behind me. I felt her tits press into my back. She wrapped her arms around my body and put her hands on the waistline of my boxers. Her hands slid up my torso. I felt her thumbs and forefingers search for and find my nipples. She pinched ever so gently.
"We can do this the easy way," she whispered into my ear, "or the hard way."
I tried to wriggle free. Her arms pressed my body tight to hers as her fingers clamped down hard on my tits. She was strong. I had no escape.
"Honestly, I prefer to do it the hard way," she said. "But the choice is yours."
"What are you going to do to me?" I said.
"You saw the video," Cherry said. "That guy was a vacuum cleaner salesman from Toledo. He swung through here last week. Came looking for a room and a meal, just like you. Know what he asked for? He wanted a piece of pie."
"He got a couple of corn dogs instead," Alexa said.
The trannies thought that was just hilarious.
When the laughing died down, Cherry rolled my nipples between her fingertips. She kissed my neck and sucked my earlobe while Alexa and Lisa started making out, their hands exploring each others' bodies.
My cock started to rise in my boxers. I tried to will it down, but Mr. Happy had been awakened and didn't want to go back to bed. I couldn't understand it. I was straight. I wasn't supposed to be turned on by all this. I tried to deny it, but it wasn't until I felt Cherry press her hard cock into my ass crack that I tried to break free again. Cherry resisted for a second and then let go. I burst forward. Cherry caught my ankle with her cowboy boot. I tripped and fell onto the bed.
It was yet another joke that the transsexuals found funny but I did not.
"Don't you fucking get it?" I asked. "I'm not a fucking fagot! I like pussy! I don't like cock!"
Cherry suddenly became very cool. She narrowed her eyes and glared at me.
"What was that word you used?" she asked.
I was sick of her bullshit. I just didn't care anymore. I decided to cut loose, even though I knew it probably wasn't a good idea.
"Fagot!" I yelled. "I called you a fagot!"
Cherry drew back her arm and swung it forward. The resulting smack across my face stung like hell.
"I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget," she said.
Cherry took off her cowboy hat and flung it across the room.
"Get them boxers off," she said.
"Fuck you," I said.
Cherry lunged forward. She grabbed my underwear by the waistline and pulled down. I tried to kick away, but Cherry already had the boxers down to my knees. She held tight as I squirmed. All I managed to do was rip the boxers. I finally relented and let Cherry slide them off. I lay naked on the bed. Cherry took a moment to look me over.
"Fresh meat," she said. "Nothin' like it."
"Fuck you!" I yelled.
I spit at her. Cherry slapped me again, harder this time.
"Your a feisty little thing, aren't you?" she said. "You know what? I could go for a blow job before I fuck your virgin ass. What do you think, girls? You want this here bitch to suck your cocks?"
Alexa and Lisa had never quit kissing and rubbing each other, even as Cherry and I struggled. They broke their lip lock to answer her.
"I always want a blow job," Lisa said.
"Oh, yeah," Alexa said. "For sure."
Cherry shrugged.
"I guess we all want blow jobs," she said. "Get off the bed, and get on your knees."
I had no choice. I did what she said. Cherry was one strong bitch. Plus, I was outnumbered three to one.
From my knees, I watched Cherry tug on the knot in her shirt. It came apart, freeing two of the most perfect tits I've ever seen. She tossed the shirt aside, kicked off her cowboy boots and unbuttoned her shorts. Cherry pushed the tattered Daisy Dukes to her ankles and stepped out of them. She was wearing a lacy, pink G-string. I could see through the thin fabric that she had her pubic hair shaved into a thin landing strip. Cherry reached down the front of her panties, hunching over to dig deep. Her hand emerged with a half-hard cock. I didn't have a tape measure, but I'm guessing Cherry had at least nine inches swinging between her smooth thighs.
"What do you think of that, cowboy?" she asked.
"I think you're a homo," I said.
Cherry smiled and then slapped my face.
"I'm so glad you're making this fun," she said. "I told you I like to do it the hard way."
Cherry grabbed the front of her panties and yanked hard. I heard the fabric tear. She threw the torn G-string to the side and stepped forward.
Cherry grabbed the back of my head and smashed my face into her cock. I resisted, turning my head so that my cheek, not my lips, rubbed against the prick.
"Open wide, bitch," she said.
"Fuck you," I said. "I'll never put that thing in my mouth!"
Cherry grabbed a handful of my hair and jerk my head up so that I had no choice but to look her in the eyes. They burned with intensity. She slapped me across the cheek again.
"You can either suck the dick or on the barrel of my .357," Cherry said. "It's up to you."
I thought about what the cold steel of a gun barrel must feel like between your lips a second before a deafening blast sent pieces of brain through the back of your head.
"Fine," I said. "Let's do this."
Cherry had a half-chubby going when she first stuck her cock into my mouth, but she stiffened up quickly. I tried to remember the best blow jobs I'd had and to copy them them. I knew enough to keep my teeth out of the way and to make sure I had plenty of saliva for lubricant. I held on to Cherry's hips and started bobbing my head. She relaxed, letting her hands lay limply on top of my head.
Biting down never occurred to me, even though Cherry was forcing me to do something I'd never dreamed of doing. I don't know what clicked or how, but as I slurped Cherry's pole, I actually started enjoying it. Subservience began to grow on me. With chicks, I was always the one in control. But not with Cherry. My life rode on her satisfaction.
Cherry let me start the blow job slowly. I was taking about half her prick into my mouth on the down strokes. Every time I looked up, she was looking back down at me.
"That's right, baby," she said in a near-whisper. "Take that cock."
But she soon wanted more. Cherry palmed the back of my head with one hand. She forced me to take her whole schlong into my gullet. I gagged. Cherry let me pull back.
"Relax your throat, baby," she said. "Let it happen."
Cherry pushed my head down her pole again. I gagged but not as hard. When my head went back, I took a quick breath through my nose. Cherry forced me down a third time. I didn't gag.
"There you go, darlin'," Cherry said. "You're getting the hang of it. You're practically a natural."
She started picking up the pace, her thrusts becoming harder and faster. My nose plowed into her muff every time she thrust her hips forward. She was grunting like an a****l.
"Oh, yeah!" she said. "Suck that cock!"
I found myself craving Cherry's cum. I wanted to know what it would be like to take a hot, slimy load in my mouth.
But Cherry suddenly yanked her cock out of my lips.
"Not yet, bitch," she said. "I'm saving it for later."
Cherry grabbed the hair at the top of my head. She dragged me to my feet. Then she shoved me hard. I fell back on the bed. The look in Cherry's eyes scared me.
"You little fuckin' whore," she said. "You're about to get a fucking you won't believe."
Cherry grabbed my ankles and hoisted my feet into the air.
"Alexa, lube this bitch," Cherry said.
"What about my blow job?" Alexa whined.
"Grease this whore's ass or your next, cunt!" Cherry said.
"I wish," Alexa said with a perverted smile.
Obviously pissed, Alexa opened a nightstand drawer and pulled out a tube. She squirted some clear gel on her fingers and knelt on the floor next to Cherry and I. She used her fingers to work the lube into my cornhole while Cherry held up my feet and glared at me.
When Alexa moved away, Cherry leaned forward. I felt her cock slip between my ass cheeks. The head of her prick pressed against my bunghole without penetrating it. I took a deep breath and tried to relax.
Cherry hit me with the full nine inches all at once. I won't lie. The first rush of cock up the ass hurt like a son of a bitch. I let out an involuntary, "uh!" Cherry laughed.
"I love fucking virgins," she said.
Alexa and Lisa giggled as Cherry started pumping me, gradually picking up speed and intensity. Her cruel, thousand-yard stare never went away. I was her fuck toy. She had total control over me.
My ass began to adapt. Intense pleasure replaced the pain. No one had even touched my prick and pre-cum was already forming at the tip. I didn't know jizzing was possible without least some contact. Cherry was working miracles.
But she was about to up the ante. As she hammered my ass, Cherry leaned forward and wrapped her hands around my throat. She restricted the airflow without cutting me off completely. But I still wasn't getting enough oxygen. Everything started growing black. I thrashed around, thinking I was going to suffocate. Cherry refused to let me go. Consciousness slowly drifted away. Just before total blackout, Cherry let go. Air rushed into my lungs. I was suddenly back, hyper aware of everything. It was as if every nerve ending on my body had been instantly primed to take in the slightest touch.
Cherry tensed up, gave me one final stroke and came deep inside my asshole.
She pulled away and breathlessly stumbled back into a chair in the corner of the room.
"OK, girls," Cherry said. "He's all yours."
Alexa, who was naked and hard, came over and looked down at me. But she didn't want me missionary style.
"Flip over, bitch," she said.
I got into the doggy-style position. Lisa, also naked, sat on the bed with her back against the wall and her stiff cock in her hand. She started stroking herself.
Alexa grabbed my hips and rammed her cock inside me. My hole was already stretched out from Cherry's fucking, so all I felt was pleasure. Goosebumps formed on my arms as Alexa grunted away. She grabbed a handful of hair at the back of my head and pulled hard.
"Move that ass, skank!" she yelled.
Alexa was doing me hard, but I wanted it even harder.
"Hey, slut," I said. "Your whore girlfriend just finished fucking me. You like sloppy seconds?"
Alexa responded with a slap on the ass and an atom bomb of a thrust. Then she pulled out.
"On your fucking back!" she yelled.
I did as I was told. Alexa and Lisa flanked me, pointing their cocks at my face. Each furiously stroked themselves. Lisa came first. The first shot out of her cock splattered across my cheek. The second drew a line across my face from my eyebrow to my mouth. Her jizz kept coming until my face was an absolute mess.
As Lisa's love juices streamed down my face, Alexa shoved her cock into my mouth. She unloaded hard, filling my mouth with her salty dick snot. When she pulled out, a tiny stream of cum sneaked out the corner of my mouth.
"Don't you fuckin' swallow," Cherry said.
She flopped onto her back on the bed next to me and opened her mouth wide.
"Fill 'er up," Alexa said.
I flipped over and positioned my mouth an inch above Cherry's mouth and let Alexa's cum dribble onto her tongue. Then Cherry did the same to Lisa, who copied the move to Alexa. Then it was my turn to get the cum again. Alexa transferred the cum back into my mouth with a long, deep French kiss. Some of the seed spilled down our chins. I swallowed most of it.
Cherry suddenly grabbed me by the shoulders and threw me onto my back. She put her mouth on my cock. Her warm, wet mouth enveloped my member. It didn't take long for the cum to rise through my loins and shoot hard into her mouth. She sucked every last drop out of my prick and then sealed her lips tightly shut.
She moved up my body and let her face hover over mine. Then Cherry did the strangest thing. After all this abuse, she smiled sweetly at me. I took it as a peace gesture. Boy, was I wrong. She spit my own cum onto my face. Then she slapped me again.
"Cum slut!" she said.
I stared in disbelief, as Cherry, Alexa and Lisa got off the bed and got dressed. Lisa opened the door and was the first one out, followed by Alexa.
But as I scanned the horizon, all I saw was a ribbon of concrete cutting through the cactus and scrub brush. I was beginning to think I was going to have to ride clear to Albuquerque to find a hot plate of food and a warm bed.
My mood brightened when I saw a splash of pink neon light off in the distance. I gunned the bike. Within minutes, I was pulling into the parking lot of a little motel with a restaurant attached. A sign by the road spelled out "The Cactus Inn" in pink neon.
I parked the bike by the office's front door and did my best to beat the dust off of my leathers. The motel didn't seem to have any other guests. A tumbleweed blew across the empty parking lot. I shrugged and went in, figuring it was a slow night.
I don't know what the hell I expected to find in that office, but it sure as shit wasn't what was there. A petite blond had her red cowboy boots kicked up on the desk. She rocked back on wooden chair while sucking a lollipop and watching a small black-and-white TV. She wore tattered Daisy Dukes cut almost high enough to be mistaken for panties. Her checkered red and white shirt was tied into a knot just below a couple of double-D knockers. Blond hair spilled out of a curled cowboy hat tilted back on her head.
She looked up from the TV when she heard my footsteps on the creaking, wooden floor.
"Damn, cowboy," she said in a sweet, Texas drawl. "Looks like you been ridin' a long time."
"Too long," I said. "Could use a room."
"You're in luck," she said. "We're kinda slow tonight. I can give you the honeymoon suite for the price of a regular room."
"Not on my honeymoon," I said.
She put her feet on the floor and leaned forward on the desk. A Grand Canyon of cleavage formed as her tits heaved forward. She held the sucker just in front of her bright red lips.
"Why is a handsome cowboy like you travelin' all alone?" she asked.
"Didn't say I was riding alone," I said.
"But you are, ain't ya?" she asked.
Her tongue reached out to touch the red sucker. My cock flinched.
"As a matter of fact I am," I said.
"I'm gonna give you the honeymoon suite anyway," she said. "It's nicer than the others. And it's the only room where you can get dirty movies on the TV. That'll be $35."
I pulled a roll of bills out of my pocket and took off the rubber band. The smallest bills I had were twenties. I gave her two. She looked at them as if I'd handed her a book called "The Answer to Everything."
"Keep the change," I said.
"You ain't from around here, are ya?" she asked.
"No ma'am," I said.
"What brings you this way?" she asked.
"Just needed to get out of the city a while," I said. "Get my head back together."
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Isn't important," I said.
"Well, I'm gonna call you Billy," she said. "My name is Cherry."
She reached out to shake. I took her hand in mine. Her skin felt so smooth, so delicate. Our eyes met. She licked her lips ever so slyly, then let go of my hand and whirled around to a board full of hooks with keys hanging off them.
Cherry handed me the room key. I turned to leave and then had a thought.
"How old are you, Cherry?" I asked.
"Turned 19 last week," she said with a flirty smile.
"Cherry," I said, "after I shower I'm going to get a piece of pie over in that restaurant. Would you like to come with me to get some pie?"
"I'll do you one better," she said. "I'll bring the pie to your room. How 'bout in, say, 15 minutes?"
"That will be fine," I said.
"Good," she said. "It's a date."
I could hardly believe my luck. Everything I needed was in one place out in the middle of nowhere. I got my duffel bag out of the saddle bag hanging from the side of the Harley and found my room. It was without a doubt the honeymoon suite. The whole place was done up in pink, except for the white carpet and the red, heart-shaped bed in the middle of the room. It was totally cheesy but looked clean and would suit my needs for a night.
I stripped naked and went into the bathroom, where I turned the shower knob as far as it would go. The water streamed down hard from the shower head. Steam billowed from the porcelain tub. I stepped inside, letting the water pour over my body. It felt good to let the grime of the day wash down the drain. I shampooed and soaped up, then rinsed, dried off and threw on a pair of silk boxers. I gave myself one squirt of cologne and flopped down on the bed to stretch out and wait for Cherry.
I remembered what she had said about dirty movies and reached for the remote to turn on the TV. Most of the hotels I stay in make you call down to the front desk to order porn, but it was the first thing that popped on the screen at The Cactus Inn. And most hotels have only the watered down porn-- a guy fucking a woman, no penetration shown. The movie that came up in the honeymoon suite was truly bizarre. A raven-haired transsexual was ass-fucking a dude while the dude sucked a blond transsexual's cock. I tried turning the channel, but the same thing was on every station.
Something seemed oddly familiar about the movie. My mind searched for answers until a wide shot of the room came up on the screen. The heart-shaped bed in the movie was unmistakable. The porn had been filmed in the honeymoon suite.
My heart fluttered. Something was up, and I didn't like it. I took note of the camera angles and looked around the room. Sure enough, I found a small lens in the base of a lamp on a table across from the bed. Another small camera was poking of of the wall, way up in the corner.
I heard someone on the TV say, "Suck it, you fuckin whore." The movie zoomed in on the blond tranny's face. It was Cherry.
I'd had enough. I leaped off the bed and started throwing shit back into my duffel bag. I was out of there. I didn't care how long it was going to take me to get to the next town. Some weird sexual shit was happening at The Cactus Inn, and I didn't want any part of it.
I had one leg in my jeans when the door flew open. Cherry stepped in with two others right behind her. I immediately recognized one as the raven-haired tranny from the movie. She wore a sparkling, silver T-shirt with a plunging neckline that barely contained her tits. A short, blue miniskirt flared out from her waist. Next to her was a petite redhead with fair skin and a flat chest. She wore a tight, black, almost see-through cocktail dress. The brunette and redhead looked just as feminine as Cherry, who was smiling.
"Going somewhere, darlin'?" she asked. "I thought we had a date."
"What the fuck is going on here?" I asked.
"Isn't it obvious?" Cherry asked. "You stepped right into the middle of your very own porno movie."
"You're fucking sick," I said. "Do you all have cocks?"
All three giggled.
"I know I do, sugar," Cherry said. "But I'm not sure about my friends. Let me ask. Alexa do you have a cock?"
"Sure do, baby," the brunette said.
"How 'bout you, Lisa?" Cherry asked. "You got a big ol' trouser snake in that dress?"
"Mmmm-hmmmm," the redhead said with a dramatic nod.
"There you have it," Cherry said. .
She walked over to me. I tensed up. She put her hand on my shoulder.
"Relax," she said.
Cherry slid behind me. I felt her tits press into my back. She wrapped her arms around my body and put her hands on the waistline of my boxers. Her hands slid up my torso. I felt her thumbs and forefingers search for and find my nipples. She pinched ever so gently.
"We can do this the easy way," she whispered into my ear, "or the hard way."
I tried to wriggle free. Her arms pressed my body tight to hers as her fingers clamped down hard on my tits. She was strong. I had no escape.
"Honestly, I prefer to do it the hard way," she said. "But the choice is yours."
"What are you going to do to me?" I said.
"You saw the video," Cherry said. "That guy was a vacuum cleaner salesman from Toledo. He swung through here last week. Came looking for a room and a meal, just like you. Know what he asked for? He wanted a piece of pie."
"He got a couple of corn dogs instead," Alexa said.
The trannies thought that was just hilarious.
When the laughing died down, Cherry rolled my nipples between her fingertips. She kissed my neck and sucked my earlobe while Alexa and Lisa started making out, their hands exploring each others' bodies.
My cock started to rise in my boxers. I tried to will it down, but Mr. Happy had been awakened and didn't want to go back to bed. I couldn't understand it. I was straight. I wasn't supposed to be turned on by all this. I tried to deny it, but it wasn't until I felt Cherry press her hard cock into my ass crack that I tried to break free again. Cherry resisted for a second and then let go. I burst forward. Cherry caught my ankle with her cowboy boot. I tripped and fell onto the bed.
It was yet another joke that the transsexuals found funny but I did not.
"Don't you fucking get it?" I asked. "I'm not a fucking fagot! I like pussy! I don't like cock!"
Cherry suddenly became very cool. She narrowed her eyes and glared at me.
"What was that word you used?" she asked.
I was sick of her bullshit. I just didn't care anymore. I decided to cut loose, even though I knew it probably wasn't a good idea.
"Fagot!" I yelled. "I called you a fagot!"
Cherry drew back her arm and swung it forward. The resulting smack across my face stung like hell.
"I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget," she said.
Cherry took off her cowboy hat and flung it across the room.
"Get them boxers off," she said.
"Fuck you," I said.
Cherry lunged forward. She grabbed my underwear by the waistline and pulled down. I tried to kick away, but Cherry already had the boxers down to my knees. She held tight as I squirmed. All I managed to do was rip the boxers. I finally relented and let Cherry slide them off. I lay naked on the bed. Cherry took a moment to look me over.
"Fresh meat," she said. "Nothin' like it."
"Fuck you!" I yelled.
I spit at her. Cherry slapped me again, harder this time.
"Your a feisty little thing, aren't you?" she said. "You know what? I could go for a blow job before I fuck your virgin ass. What do you think, girls? You want this here bitch to suck your cocks?"
Alexa and Lisa had never quit kissing and rubbing each other, even as Cherry and I struggled. They broke their lip lock to answer her.
"I always want a blow job," Lisa said.
"Oh, yeah," Alexa said. "For sure."
Cherry shrugged.
"I guess we all want blow jobs," she said. "Get off the bed, and get on your knees."
I had no choice. I did what she said. Cherry was one strong bitch. Plus, I was outnumbered three to one.
From my knees, I watched Cherry tug on the knot in her shirt. It came apart, freeing two of the most perfect tits I've ever seen. She tossed the shirt aside, kicked off her cowboy boots and unbuttoned her shorts. Cherry pushed the tattered Daisy Dukes to her ankles and stepped out of them. She was wearing a lacy, pink G-string. I could see through the thin fabric that she had her pubic hair shaved into a thin landing strip. Cherry reached down the front of her panties, hunching over to dig deep. Her hand emerged with a half-hard cock. I didn't have a tape measure, but I'm guessing Cherry had at least nine inches swinging between her smooth thighs.
"What do you think of that, cowboy?" she asked.
"I think you're a homo," I said.
Cherry smiled and then slapped my face.
"I'm so glad you're making this fun," she said. "I told you I like to do it the hard way."
Cherry grabbed the front of her panties and yanked hard. I heard the fabric tear. She threw the torn G-string to the side and stepped forward.
Cherry grabbed the back of my head and smashed my face into her cock. I resisted, turning my head so that my cheek, not my lips, rubbed against the prick.
"Open wide, bitch," she said.
"Fuck you," I said. "I'll never put that thing in my mouth!"
Cherry grabbed a handful of my hair and jerk my head up so that I had no choice but to look her in the eyes. They burned with intensity. She slapped me across the cheek again.
"You can either suck the dick or on the barrel of my .357," Cherry said. "It's up to you."
I thought about what the cold steel of a gun barrel must feel like between your lips a second before a deafening blast sent pieces of brain through the back of your head.
"Fine," I said. "Let's do this."
Cherry had a half-chubby going when she first stuck her cock into my mouth, but she stiffened up quickly. I tried to remember the best blow jobs I'd had and to copy them them. I knew enough to keep my teeth out of the way and to make sure I had plenty of saliva for lubricant. I held on to Cherry's hips and started bobbing my head. She relaxed, letting her hands lay limply on top of my head.
Biting down never occurred to me, even though Cherry was forcing me to do something I'd never dreamed of doing. I don't know what clicked or how, but as I slurped Cherry's pole, I actually started enjoying it. Subservience began to grow on me. With chicks, I was always the one in control. But not with Cherry. My life rode on her satisfaction.
Cherry let me start the blow job slowly. I was taking about half her prick into my mouth on the down strokes. Every time I looked up, she was looking back down at me.
"That's right, baby," she said in a near-whisper. "Take that cock."
But she soon wanted more. Cherry palmed the back of my head with one hand. She forced me to take her whole schlong into my gullet. I gagged. Cherry let me pull back.
"Relax your throat, baby," she said. "Let it happen."
Cherry pushed my head down her pole again. I gagged but not as hard. When my head went back, I took a quick breath through my nose. Cherry forced me down a third time. I didn't gag.
"There you go, darlin'," Cherry said. "You're getting the hang of it. You're practically a natural."
She started picking up the pace, her thrusts becoming harder and faster. My nose plowed into her muff every time she thrust her hips forward. She was grunting like an a****l.
"Oh, yeah!" she said. "Suck that cock!"
I found myself craving Cherry's cum. I wanted to know what it would be like to take a hot, slimy load in my mouth.
But Cherry suddenly yanked her cock out of my lips.
"Not yet, bitch," she said. "I'm saving it for later."
Cherry grabbed the hair at the top of my head. She dragged me to my feet. Then she shoved me hard. I fell back on the bed. The look in Cherry's eyes scared me.
"You little fuckin' whore," she said. "You're about to get a fucking you won't believe."
Cherry grabbed my ankles and hoisted my feet into the air.
"Alexa, lube this bitch," Cherry said.
"What about my blow job?" Alexa whined.
"Grease this whore's ass or your next, cunt!" Cherry said.
"I wish," Alexa said with a perverted smile.
Obviously pissed, Alexa opened a nightstand drawer and pulled out a tube. She squirted some clear gel on her fingers and knelt on the floor next to Cherry and I. She used her fingers to work the lube into my cornhole while Cherry held up my feet and glared at me.
When Alexa moved away, Cherry leaned forward. I felt her cock slip between my ass cheeks. The head of her prick pressed against my bunghole without penetrating it. I took a deep breath and tried to relax.
Cherry hit me with the full nine inches all at once. I won't lie. The first rush of cock up the ass hurt like a son of a bitch. I let out an involuntary, "uh!" Cherry laughed.
"I love fucking virgins," she said.
Alexa and Lisa giggled as Cherry started pumping me, gradually picking up speed and intensity. Her cruel, thousand-yard stare never went away. I was her fuck toy. She had total control over me.
My ass began to adapt. Intense pleasure replaced the pain. No one had even touched my prick and pre-cum was already forming at the tip. I didn't know jizzing was possible without least some contact. Cherry was working miracles.
But she was about to up the ante. As she hammered my ass, Cherry leaned forward and wrapped her hands around my throat. She restricted the airflow without cutting me off completely. But I still wasn't getting enough oxygen. Everything started growing black. I thrashed around, thinking I was going to suffocate. Cherry refused to let me go. Consciousness slowly drifted away. Just before total blackout, Cherry let go. Air rushed into my lungs. I was suddenly back, hyper aware of everything. It was as if every nerve ending on my body had been instantly primed to take in the slightest touch.
Cherry tensed up, gave me one final stroke and came deep inside my asshole.
She pulled away and breathlessly stumbled back into a chair in the corner of the room.
"OK, girls," Cherry said. "He's all yours."
Alexa, who was naked and hard, came over and looked down at me. But she didn't want me missionary style.
"Flip over, bitch," she said.
I got into the doggy-style position. Lisa, also naked, sat on the bed with her back against the wall and her stiff cock in her hand. She started stroking herself.
Alexa grabbed my hips and rammed her cock inside me. My hole was already stretched out from Cherry's fucking, so all I felt was pleasure. Goosebumps formed on my arms as Alexa grunted away. She grabbed a handful of hair at the back of my head and pulled hard.
"Move that ass, skank!" she yelled.
Alexa was doing me hard, but I wanted it even harder.
"Hey, slut," I said. "Your whore girlfriend just finished fucking me. You like sloppy seconds?"
Alexa responded with a slap on the ass and an atom bomb of a thrust. Then she pulled out.
"On your fucking back!" she yelled.
I did as I was told. Alexa and Lisa flanked me, pointing their cocks at my face. Each furiously stroked themselves. Lisa came first. The first shot out of her cock splattered across my cheek. The second drew a line across my face from my eyebrow to my mouth. Her jizz kept coming until my face was an absolute mess.
As Lisa's love juices streamed down my face, Alexa shoved her cock into my mouth. She unloaded hard, filling my mouth with her salty dick snot. When she pulled out, a tiny stream of cum sneaked out the corner of my mouth.
"Don't you fuckin' swallow," Cherry said.
She flopped onto her back on the bed next to me and opened her mouth wide.
"Fill 'er up," Alexa said.
I flipped over and positioned my mouth an inch above Cherry's mouth and let Alexa's cum dribble onto her tongue. Then Cherry did the same to Lisa, who copied the move to Alexa. Then it was my turn to get the cum again. Alexa transferred the cum back into my mouth with a long, deep French kiss. Some of the seed spilled down our chins. I swallowed most of it.
Cherry suddenly grabbed me by the shoulders and threw me onto my back. She put her mouth on my cock. Her warm, wet mouth enveloped my member. It didn't take long for the cum to rise through my loins and shoot hard into her mouth. She sucked every last drop out of my prick and then sealed her lips tightly shut.
She moved up my body and let her face hover over mine. Then Cherry did the strangest thing. After all this abuse, she smiled sweetly at me. I took it as a peace gesture. Boy, was I wrong. She spit my own cum onto my face. Then she slapped me again.
"Cum slut!" she said.
I stared in disbelief, as Cherry, Alexa and Lisa got off the bed and got dressed. Lisa opened the door and was the first one out, followed by Alexa.
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