Remember all ways, nothing succeeds, like success!

So remembering a past success, I set out for the down town area and Mike's usual haunts. (Although any of his ilk would do for my purposes, I had a sentimental attachment with him! His general lack of . well . let's just say everything civil . made him ideal for the job I had in mind.)

After a while of searching around, I found him! And as luck would have it . he wasn't alone.

The group of decrepit wrecks I found him with, were all lying / living in an alley just around the corner from Mike's usual place of 'business'.

Satisfied that I had found my quarry's lair, I set about assembling the tools I required.

On my way out of my academy I taken a large box of the cheep wine with me. (It's cheaper by the box!) But I still needed suitable transportation for my quarry.

A rental agency was happy to lend me an enclosed box, pick up truck for transport. (No sense in stinking up my nice new set of wheels, and the locking gate guaranteed no arguments.)

So now armed with the box of wine in the cab, I drove back to the place where I had found the happy little group of bums I needed.

I was in luck. They were all still there, in various states of consciousness when I returned. They seemed to be just waiting for my call!

Parking at the open end of the alley, I exited the truck's cab, armed with only the large box of the cheep wine, I had been using to mellow out the crones. Wearily I approached the leery, resting/passed out motley crew of derelicts.

As I approached them, every open, blood shot eye of the group was trained, not on me, but on the heavy cardboard box of wine I was carrying . Me . I was just annoying conveyance to them.

As I steadily advanced into their midst I shook the golden liquid in the box, nosily, to herald my approach.

"Mike . Mike? Don't you remember me?" I asked in a conversational tone of voice.

Mike's eye slits gave no sign of recognition, so I had to jog his hazy memory further.

"Aw Mike you must remember me . You do remember the naked girl . though . don't ya? Remember her . she gave you a blow job the other day? You remember?" I went on.

When I got no response, from Mike, I resorted to my ultimate weapon . I shook the container to the maximize.

The sloshing sound it was making, was slight to passers by but to these winos it was a clarion's call to drink! As I walked further into their midst, it seemed to hold more of their attention than I ever could.

(If they were lions, I'd of used raw meat to attract um, but these were just 'men' or well something just like men . and the cheep wine was incentive enough to obtain their absolute, undivided attention, and of course convince them of my good intentions. (Almost!) )

"Listen mister, that shit head tried to tell us some shit, but we knew, he was shit face, when he came back here, babbling about a naked woman and how she blew him . We knew he probably imagined it all !" came the reply form over on my left. "We all know him. Just look at him! What chick would even spit on him let alone go down on that disgusting thing he pees with. Mikie here ain't the most reliable of observers, now is he."

A hair ball spoke with the gruff voice of an educated man, but the dark blue or black suit, that he covered himself with had long since gone past seediness to almost rags. His face was almost totally obscured by a pile of black, gray and catsup colored hair hanging all over and around his head in tangled random clumps.

After a half turned to the left, I addressed the small knurled decrepit creature in filthy rags eyeing me warily.

"Didn't the 20, she paid him for his servicing, show you fools that he was telling the truth?" I inquired again shaking the box to keep the groups minds on it's contents.

All the blood shot eyes remained riveted on the container, uninterested in the banter of myself and the former educated drunk.

"$20! She gave you 20! You old fool!" Hair ball spat at old Mike, "Mister, you bring her around here . UUUU . and I'll let her do me for . 10 . or . "

Another voice off to my right called out, as, hair ball tried to rise unsteadily to his feet. Once upright the bum started the stagger gate he used for motion, towards me and the carton with it's precious load of nectar of the gods.

"G' me 5 ."

Another reply something I did not understand, came from further along the left side of the alley.

As now the bidding was now underway, the crowd was becoming ambulatory, fighting their way to their feet, and lurching toward me . and their GOAL! The box!

Cautiously, now that I had their attention, I started to slowly back away from the gathering crowd. The grizzled group of derelicts, followed me in a rough semicircle with their unsteady gates. Of the group of about 8 laying there in the alley, only 6 seemed to be able, or willing to rise up and attempt to follow the boxed inducement I held in my hands .

Well that was sufficient for my needs . for now.

When they had backed me up to the open metal pick up truck's metal box, I hastily slid the unopened container inside the gaping chasm, way back out of the way, toward the far wall of the truck's interior.

Then, like a matador, evading the charging bull, I slid sideways totally out of their line of charge. They quickly forgot all about me.

The six disgusting specimens, staggered up to, crawled over the tail gate, and readily crawled deep inside the dark metal box in pursuit of their goal. Once they got to the treasure, they commenced to fighting over the possession of it and the treasure, inside the cardboard and it's plastic liner.

Now that they were all safely inside, and occupied, I hastily shut the sliding metal door and threw the lock closed.

SUCCESS!

The bellows of the metal box's inhabitants were slow in coming, but seemed to be mostly about the spoils of the liquid treasure inside the cardboard box, rather than the fact that they were now all trapped inside a metal enclosure, in the dark.

Priorities!

Quickly though, so that the noise of the derelicts shut up inside, did not attract attention, I got into the cab and drove the truck away. They were all now being transported to my 'academy'.

As we drove, the wine did it's calming job. Soon the shut up group grew scilent. Dead drunk, more likely, I hopped, but if not, then I'd deal with that too.

Out in the drive way of Lucy's house, as I did not want their vile stench inside the house. I had my fuck pair climb inside the truck, and retrieve the now comatosely drunken members of the group, one by one.

I stood by incase any of the derelicts resisted, but it seemed they were all 'resting', so my fuck pair had no problems with them.

At my direction the fuck pair, laid all 6 of the 'new trainers' out on the shrub shrouded front lawn of Lucy's place and stripped them of their rags. It was then I got a real shock!

There together with the disgusting collection of men . we found . One of the formally non descript group . proved to be . FEMALE!

Rather shop warn . deliriously drunk, like all the others . but definately female . as in no hangie down part . DAMN!

After going to all this trouble to find this fine collection of disgusting dicks for the old biddies to practice on, I come up with another cunt!

Middle aged, sloppy from years of alcohol ingestion . but definitely female.

Oh well, when you cast a wide net, you never know what you're gonna come up with. So I'd just have to make do! Why couldn't she be . a dog or . something else useful . as I was kinda overstocked on cunts here at the moment.

My fuck pair were then instructed to hosed down the odiferous lot, (front, back and sideways) with the outside garden hose, to try to get something reasonably clean, and at least neutral smelling, crotches for my old biddies to work with.

At my direction, Carol took all the discarded clothes out into the back yard barbecue pit, and burned them. It was the only way. The local health department might be attracted to the stench, had we left um for the normal garbage pick up, in a few days time.

Next I had my fuck pair drag the drunken group, one by one, down to the cellar and chain each of them laying on their backs, to separate cellar support pillars.

Remembering last days training session and how tired I got standing around, I had my fuck pair bring down a comfortable chair from the living room and placed it in the center of the cellar's floor, for my poor tired ass. ( I mean why should I have to stand around, when I could sit their and direct the action in comfort?)

Even hosed down, these lot were vile smelling, but 5 of them, had the proper practice material for my crones. Besides my bitches had to learn to work with what ever the customer had to work with.

We secured #6 to a support, off to the back of the cellar. We stood her up, and spread her legs out, to sort of, provide another practice cunt for my training bitches.

As it was vital to keep video records, I myself set up and started the video cameras. I knew the following session would make interesting footage to add to the individual features I was creating.

When the proportions were done, I had Carol, go let grandma out of her cage. Then while Lucy stood guard over her, Carol uncuffed, ungaged, and help Alice to sat and up straight.

Totally unfettered, a very disorientated and unsteady Alice looked around the cellar. Her eyes stopped at me. Glaring at me, grandma had also perceived the new displayed male nudity 'laying about'.

Her facial expressions and demeanor informed me that she was unaccustomed to all these exposed male organs. She sought to shrink back from the presence of all those flaccid disgusting male organs. Turning her spiteful gaze right at me, she started her rant .

"Wha . What wo you . You do . I won . "

Smiling at her tirade, I just sat there, silent, in my comfy chair and waited with a rather bored expression on my face, till she tired herself out.

(It's all ways better, I've found, to let um get it all out of their systems, then when they run down . They have built themselves up, way up . Then you take over. Seize control . HARD!)

(Oh ya, never, never, get into a screaming match with any of your bitches. Just a waist of breadth . really!)

"Lucy two across grandma's the tits for all her disrespect!" I said in a low steady voice when I was sure, grandma's tirade had run down. I even waved my hand . regally . at Lucy.

Grandma hadn't even perceived Lucy's naked presence beside her, or the tit whip in Lucy's now experienced hand. But when the tit whip cut into her left breast .

"NNANAOAOIIFDDNAS" grandma screamed! And as the stripe reddened across her ample mammary, she turned slightly to her left . just in time to see Lucy's right arm descending again, with another strike for her other totally exposed right tit this time.

Caught there stunned at the pain of the previous stroke, she now found the tit whip cutting into her other, breast.

"NNANAOAOIIFDDNAS" again she bellowed, but louder this time. Now through the red haze of chest pain, she had the presence of mind to cover up both the aching mammarys with her crossed arms. She also tried to assume the half crotch 'protect the tit pose', but, I wasn't having any of that either.

"Carol one across that fat ass of hers and make it HARD!" I ordered with a nod of my head. Carol swung the long thick rubber belt in an underhanded arc to contact the soft stuck out underside of grandma's voluminous white skinned ass.

Alice's meaty ass made a very good fleshy sound with the firm fleshy contact.

Again Alice bellowed! This time, seeking to protect her now wounded ass, she straightened up ram rod straight, and tore her hands from her aching breasts to covered her now striped lower ass cheeks.

"I hope we understand each other grandma." I began as Alice stood there glaring at me, "I can just sit here, and have you're old hide cut, into hundreds of small pieces if you prove yourself to be obstinate. Now do we understand each other?"

Alice didn't answer but continued to glare her hate at me so I demanded!

"NOW I WANT YOU TO GO OVER THERE . PICK OUT A DICK . ANY DICK . ONE TO YOUR LIKING . KNEEL DOWN AND ORALLY SERVICE IT!"

With her still smarting ass and tits, grandma knew, she was beaten. She knew, I could just sit there, in my easy chair, and have her beaten . till she acquiesced. So now still holding her now throbbing ass with her right hand and trying now to cover her tits with her left, she stepped reluctantly to her right. My fuck pair followed her . wearily . weapons at the ready .

Trying to keep us all in sight grandma, looked over the selection of available bum's dicks, and made her choice. Still reluctantly she positioned herself before a relative clean crotch, knelt down and began to assess this one in relation to the other available of male organs for her ministrations.

I must say the pickings were meager at best and vile smelling to boot. Well trust grandma to find a nice one for her mouth ministrations.

She glanced up at me, looking for a way out of this, but when I nodded smilingly, with hatred in her eyes, she went on with her observations of this specimen.

Finally she settled down and began to seek out the dick hiding in the crotch foliage of the nearest derelict, a thin emaciated little guy.

Unabatedly Alice's right hand reached into the bums crotch and began her searched for the very small dick hiding in his unkempt no doubt smelly pubic hair. All the while she kept her face far away from the 'action'.

Frugally, Grandma turned slightly to the right, attempting now to find the little organ, with her dainty right thumb and for finger . keeping her froning face and old wrinkled body as far away from the junction as her stout arms could manage.

Her search although long, was . well unsuccessful . or if it was successful, the little thing was too small or too slimy for her regal digits to grasp and retrieve.

She turned her venomous gaze back at me and spat out,

"It isn't going to work! He's too drunk. I can't!"

"Now! Now! Grandma . You made your choice! You picked that one! And now you're insulting him? I'll tell you what . let's make it an interesting contest. Put your hands behind you back! NOW! Good! Bend over and get your face right down there, so you can really see where the dick is."

"You'd better get to it grandma or I'll have . Good that's better!"

"But he smells!" Alice cried out but she was too afraid of my fuck pair to move back from her bent over position.

"Oh come on . Your gonna get that smell till you do your new job, so get to it. Find that dick. Hurry up! And when you find it, you go after it like when you were a little girl, and you were bobbing for apples at Halloween! And to make it more interesting, what say, for every 10 seconds you don't get hold of the mans wiener . You'll get one stroke to your tits after your done."

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"

A reluctant grandma sat up looking at me in horror covering her mammarys with both arms.

Lucy stepped up closer to the kneeling crones and raised her whip in preparation. Lucy's face was one of pure joy!

"Lucy pleas. You know ." grandma begged her former friend, defensively covering her all ready stripped mammarys .

"Yea liked when you were fucking me up the ass with that dummy! Well I'm just gonna love whipping your tits, Alice. I can tell you it hurts like blazed, doesn't it? Well?" Lucy spat at the bridge party leader.

A defeated grandma fearing her former friends vengeance, quickly leaned over again and attempted to vacuum up the reluctant little thingie from where ever it's hiding place was.

"Mother of GOD! I'm gonna be devoured . Call her off! Call her off! The bitch looks like a cannibal to me !" cried the bum rattling his wrist cuffs helplessly, and attempted to turn over away from Alice's sucking mouth. (Grandma must have scraped his meat with a tooth or two.)

"10 seconds! That's one across the tits! Careful grandma . Now don't bite him . Treat him like a valued customer. Of I'll have to punish your tits anyway!" I cautioned the big white ass I could see attempting to service the reluctant bum.

Grandma grasped the thin hips of the bum and held him firmly under her suction.

"AAAA! Make her quit mister! She's too old . I ! She's too rough . with my ."

"20 seconds! Alice!" I called out.

Alice's ass started to bob up and down in unison with her mouth.

"30 seconds! Alice!" I called out.

The bum attempted to play 'keep the dick away from Alice' by constantly twisting and turning his pelvis, all the while, keeping up a steady stream of complaints real or immajined about the old crone's technique.

Grandma looked up each time I called out the elapsed seconds and then dove her face back with renewed vigor!

"Alice? You've been at it for 40seconds! That's 4 stroke across those tits of yours!" I reminded grandma.

Alice did not rise to the bate this time. She just kept on working at the bums organ with hollowed cheeks . and finally she managed to bring a growling grunt from the bum.

His tirade cease and he seemed quiescent!

Grandma Alice had either drew out the bums cum . of bit off his wiener .

A smiling grandma's head rose from her bent over position.

Unsteadily she got up on her feet. Her open lips were coated with a small trickle of yellowish goo. Now tell tale cum shown so she had done the deed! Grandma was a cocksucker . of bums.

"Now that wasn't soo difficult . WAS IT? Cock sucker." I inquired of the triumphant bitch.

"Stand up straight there . hands behind your back . Smile Alice! Now we all know you are a cocksucker! Lucy as she was a successful sucker let's just say four to each tit for her lack of technique and forget the rest." I ordered.

Grandma started to voice an objection but I quickly added .

"And if she doesn't cooperate . it will be FIVE each!"

Grandma shut her yap. She took her four, asking for each, and thanked Lucy profusely afterwards and recounted her offense after each . correction.

Carol regaged her, chained her arms and was then replaced her in her cage . for safe keeping .

After covering the Alice's cage mr stiffie reminded me .



That honor, I decided to bestow on the very lightly used crone, the fourth one . the dummy . for those of you who must have lables, her name was Lora!

Till now Lora had not seen much action, a little lezzi stuff, a little shave the next bitch . but as yet, none of the old in and out . and so she was therefore unfucked . by me . But I decided to have 'my way with her' now!

When Carol had unpacked my dummy fuckee from her cage, I began my instructions to her, by saying,

"Lora, dear, we've been neglecting you, up to now! But I find myself all tensed up, and in general, in need of a really good old fastened mother fuck boy thing."

"What do you thing? A good looking cunt like yours . could you see your way to using it . on me?"

My idea of sweet talk, to the naked old woman standing there shaking before me, rubbing her wrists and peering about wearily, from me to my fuck pair, their devices and back again, did not have the calming effect I wanted.

Laura looked about at all the casual observers, laying about, the drunken bums, and then back at me. Panic filled her face, when her mind comprended my desire, like as if, I'd asked her to cut off a tit!

Shaking her head 'no', she tried to back away from all of us . No doubt she felt she was going to shrink back into the solid brick wall and evade, 'the fate worse than death' . mr stiffie!

But my faithful bitch, Carol, cut off her retreat, and delivered a leasurely overhand stroke, to Lora's fresh white ass cheeks.

"AAAJAHAHJJJ!" Lora cryed, staggered forward, and sought to cover both her ass cheeks with both her hands.

"Now Lora . look what you made us do!" I said. "Your not a virgin . you've fucked men before? Or were you exclusively lezzie? 'No!' OK! So now all I want is for you to just come over here and use that thing on ME! or else . I have you spanked . "

Sobbing she shook her head 'yes', this time. Keeping her eyes down cast . and her hands covering her smarting ass.

"That's a good girl! Now come over here and spread your legs for me, so that I can inspect your cunt . You don't want me to get a rash. If you've grown a crop of stubble there in the past days I may have you ." I demanded.

Lora came over, all the while keeping a wary eye on Carol and her rubber belt, and stood in front of me slightly off to my right side.

She shuttered some as I began my manual inspection of her recently shaved cunt and exposed sex slit.

She wanted to object, but didn't. She turned on the waterworks though, when the my forefinger sought to sound inside her, oh so dry vagina.

"Your cunt is ok, but by tomorrow we'll have to have you all shave each other, again. Lucy, you remember that for me . I can't remember everything! BUT Lora your cunt hole is DRY! Now that's either unfriendly . or shy? . Doesn't not matter which . I want you to correct it, your cunt's dryness! . Now!" I demanded and then I sat back and waited.

She looked at me like I was speaking Greek or something. She didn't have a clue!

"You know . strum the button . ?" I said.

Still no recognition shown in her face. So I positioned her before my chair about 2 feet from me, took hold of her left index finger and stabbed it into her slit while saying,

"Lora you do want to please me ? Don't you?"

The head bobbed up and down slowly, but the finger remained rigid and unmoving on it's own.

"WELL? . Come on ." I took her right hand, as she might be a right handed wanker . and stuck that at the top of her slit. "You know how . You do it every night alone. Now go on . Do it for ME! Theirs nobody here but us . "

Recognition shown as her face. It took on a deep red shade and now both of her hands flew to cover her face.

She knew what I wanted . But she wasn't any too happy to knowing!

"Carol . again" I ordered.

Swapp!

Carol complied and Lora just grunted, but kept both of her hands covering her reddening face.

"Lora we can do that till your poor ass is reduced to hamburger . So you'd best get on with it. . Carol ."

SWAppp

This time Lora's right hand left her mouth and tried to protect her but.

"Carol" I said.

SWAPP

"AAAIAIAA!" Lora cryed and her left hand followed her right to attempt to assuage the hurt on her now striped ass cheeks.

"Lucy!" I said.

Swappp

Lora's left tit flamed and she tried to turn away from the new onsloat.

"Lora turn back here. Now we can keep this up all day . are you going to be a good girl? Or do we have to have you flayed live?"

This seemed to convince her.

Lora's right hand sought out the top of the delicate fold at the head of her crotch. (She was a right handed wanker!) And then, starring at the far wall, Lora attempted to comply with my request.

(Ever see a bitch try to make it herself? In front of an audience? Well try to some time. They go all shy and stuff on ya. They try to convince ya they don't do that . nasty stuff . but they all can and do .)

Lora was overly slow, it being her first time for public viewing, so I let her work her little button at her own pace, for a while and then I got tired and so I demanded .

"Hurry up . Use your other hand if you have too . you know . play with your nipples . Lora . now come on now . we all know you know how! Now get with it or do I have to have . "

The reddish skin of embarrassment expanded from the tip of her hairline right down to her tits . but her left hand sought out, and grasped her right nipple. Reluctantly she began to softly twist it, knowingly. (Now we were getting some place .) After few more minutes of these manipulations, the dummy had both her big brown nipples standing out from the sea of white tit flesh nicely.

"You see, Lora, you knew how . all the time! Next time you try to deceive me I'll have your tits beaten!"

Lora took a quick, sheepish look around and that told us . She had felt no one, but her knew, she ever masturbated, in the privacy of her bed.

"STOP!" I demanded.

Lora looked up horrified as she stopped, but now she kept her hands at their stations, ready to resume their pleasurable tasks, at my commands.

"DOWN!" I ordered.

Lora looked at me questioningly, but at my hand signal, she lower herself, with Carols 'help', till she found herself kneeling between my legs trying not to stare directly at mr stiffie's inquisitive black hole with her own brown eyes.

"Now to get me in the mood . gum me . a little . and oh you can go on with your nasty fingering of your own dirty little sex hole." I informed her rubbing mr stiffie over her dry parched lips.

Lora was sure she was going to be sick! She attempted to lean back away from mr stiffie's touch, but Carol's hands held her head in it's proper place.

"Come on! Come on! Lora! Or I'll let some one else do it and you can practice up on one of these disgusting dicks for them." I said pointing out the naked disgusting bums laying about us on the floor all around.

One look at the alternative, and Lora put away her scruples, ovaled her mouth and drew in my now throbbing organ. But she was a tyro!

I say that, as she had loosely closed her lips over mr stiffie's helmet, and just held him in there, just inside her moist oral cavity hoping that was enough.

Warm and comfy as it was it obviously was not good enough!

"Don't just hold it in there you bitch! . Use your tongue . or do I have to have. . I'm not one of your patient former mouth fuckers. I want you to put yourself into it . or . else . "

Suddenly a soft little thing, swabbed my dick head. And then it commenced to treating mr stiffie to a good dick head lapping.

"Now that's better Lora, but I like more tongue lapping. Harder! You obviously know how . so now . show me your, 'around the world' like action. You shy old whore . you . "

Lora looked up at me with that cute expression, all whores have when they have your dick in their lips and they are working it well.

The experienced tongue began to mess about . slowly . but with such a light touch. Lora had played this game before! The bitch!

She soon gave mr stiffie a raging hard on and I felt it was prudent to stop and get this crone to show me some of her other tricks.

Pushing her head off mr stiffie, I demanded,

"Stand up! Turn around! Back up! Now squat down! Place him in that wet cunt your's You old whore, you. . "

Though the position was awkward, Lora knew the game. Soon she had her cunt grommet nipping at mr stiffie's helmet.

I'd of never believed that this old crone had this much experience. What I had here was a snapping pussy . Genuine prime experienced snapper.

"It's ok Lora. You can go on with your clit strumming. I like my whores to have a good time too."

Lora lowered both her hands to her crotch, and as she fucked herself up and down on mr stiffie, she masturbated herself through any number of frantic cums.

If I didn't know better I'd think she was peeing on me, as she came soo much. But the whore was enjoying herself . and soo was I!

It was contagious! Mr stiffie spit his cum into her spasming hole too!

"You've done this before you old whore!" I exclaimed as I pushed my bowl legged fucker away form the now softening mr stiffie.

"Let's see if that old, snapper, of yours is still in good working order, . Go over there and show us how you'd do fuzz ball there." I said indicating the naked educated drunk.

Lora was reluctant. She'd done her bit . or so she felt . but I was determined to hold her to a higher standard. (When you find natural talent . you just gotta exploit it.)

Using a variation of the squat, she used to fuck mr stiffie, Lora spread her feet wider, on either side of fuzz ball's crotch, and proceeded to lower that gaping cunt of her's over his flaccid organ.

Then using it like a snake charmer's flute, Lora's cunt, enticed the long unused organ to rise up to mate.

The snapping cunt took possession of fuzz balls dick and was soon milking it to a respectable hard on.

Satisfied that the old girl knew her way around a dick, I demanded,

"Now do the next one, the little indian fellow. Come on Come on!"

Lora had not cum herself so she was reluctant to leave fuzz ball but at my gaze, she moved her ass on down the line.

Fuzz ball was not happy, but his opinion was not needed .

The indian guy was no match for Lora and her snapping pussy. His dick seemed to explode almost as soon as her gaping pink grommet began to gnaw on it.

He obviously hadn't had it in quite a while, as copious amounts of white goo spirited up into Lora and also bathed her naked pubs.

"Lora you're natural. That cunt of yours will be making me lots of money and you will reap many, many happy cums. What more could a whore want." I inquired of my latest find.

Lora lowered her head and began to frantically wipe up the cum coating her privates.