"I hear you've learned how to suck cock real good. Is that right?"

I closed my eyes, still crying, and nodded. I wished I was a thousand miles away. But not until I was satisfied.

Steve stood up. "Pull down my pants and suck my cock."

My hands fumbled with his belt. I was never very good at taking off a belt backward, but I managed to free it and then I unzipped his pants, my hand pushing past the beautiful bulge. I grabbed the jeans and his underwear from the top and started pulling them down. I only got a few inches and I stopped. I just couldn't go further. I was too embarrassed.

"Let's go, bitch." And he slapped me. Not hard, but enough to surprise me and to really make me start crying. I was fumbling with his jeans and shorts, pulling them down, and crying like a baby. Even when I saw his hard cock poking out (and BOY I wanted to grab it and stuff it into me after licking it and sucking him off), I kept crying, tears running down over my cheeks and the sun shining in my face, and a big cock before me.

"Come on!" And I pulled his shoes off and his jeans and shorts over his feet. "Now show me your stuff, Suzi. Suck me, and do it good!"

"Please, no. I don't want to. Please."

"Shut up and suck it. You know you want it, now suck!"

"No, I don't want to," I lied. I just want to go home and go to bed." I was crying and shaking uncontrollably now.

"You're going to suck or you're going to suck," Steve slapped me again, harder than the last time.

I just knelt there, crying.

"Okay, bitch. You're going to get a spanking! Right NOW. Young lady, lay over my lap. Right the fuck now!"

He slapped me again and sat down. I was really scared now, and I remember what I'd said to Bert. "I'll suck you. I'm sorry," I cried.

"TOO THE FUCK LATE. NOW GET YOUR ASS HERE!" Steve was really angry and slapped me again, real hard. I could feel the tears splash off of my cheek.

Meekly, I stood and lay over his lap. I could feel his hard cock shoved in my tummy and he seemed to push against me, rubbing his cock into my belly. His right hand, over my ass, began to squeeze, not too hard, but enough that I knew he meant business. His left hand held my back down over his lap as he poked his cock into my stomach.

Soon I felt his right hand raise up and come down, SMACK, onto my left cheek. I was crying, again, and harder. The pain wasn't so bad, but the humiliation was very real. His hand raised and fell, smack me over and over. After about the eighteenth slap, I started to feel REAL strange. I was still crying, but now I was hot as the devil. GODDAMN! I started squirming all around in his lap, and even reached down and started squeezing and gently pumping his hard dick, shoving it all over my tummy as he spanked and spanked and spanked me. I cried and pumped. Pretty soon, I felt his hand leave my back and start feeling up my little titties as he kept spanking me. I LOVED IT! He was slapping my ass and squeezing my titties and shoving a finger in my mouth, and I was pumping his precious cock, the cock I loved so much the other night and still loved now. I kept crying, now out of lust, and didn't even really notice when he stopped spanking me and started feeling up my naked ass and feeling my pussy from behind and sticking a finger in me. I was rubbing all over him and trying to get him to cum on my tits or belly and he finger fucked me. We were HOT AS SHIT! And we both knew it.

Suddenly he seemed to snap out of it. I felt his finger stop in my pussy and his other hand stop. I tried to get him going again by squirming all over him and jerking on his cock, but he wasn't budging. Then he stood up, and I fell on my back on the ground.

"I said, SUCK MY COCK!"

God his cock, ridged and deeply veined, looked beautiful and obscene at the same time. It pointed up into the air bursting with life. As he stood there, framed by the few soft clouds, his cock pointing to the blue heavens, it felt like the world fell out beneath me. There was the rod and the staff of life, and here was I, worshipping before it. I stopped crying, and as he sat down on the stump, I picked my self up, knelt before him and gently took hold of his magnificent cock and softly wrapped my lips around it, letting my little tongue caress the underside beneath the head. I let him slip deeper and deeper into my mouth, as I tried to keep the underside well stimulated with my swirling tongue, and the whole shaft excited by making my lips slide tightly over the ridges and bulges.

He started thrusting deeper and deeper into my small mouth, and I tried to keep up with him. I was horny as SHIT but I was trying to give him a good blow job before my needs were met. I wagged my ass in the air behind me, but could get no relief. I just kept sucking his beautiful godhead cock and feeling his legs and flat belly and bulging biceps as he fucked my mouth and, occasionally, felt my tits and pulled my head further into his lap, thrusting and rolling his cock around in my mouth.

Suddenly, I felt someone grab my hips, one hand on either side, and I could feel a cock push against my pussy lips from behind.

I was really scared. Who was it? I wondered. I couldn't see and when I went to look, Steve clamped his hand on my neck and shove his cock even deeper into my mouth.

The cock behind me got its head into my pussy even though I tried to clamp my legs from behind. Now I had had it. I couldn't stop. I had to have that cock in me from behind, and I had to feel Steve's cock thrusting into my mouth.

I pushed back and forth, getting the cock further and further into my tight, slippery cunt. Inch by agonizing inch the cock came deeper in. I could feel my pussy cheeks puff out as it shoved further and further, and I could feel the pussy lips dripping around the cock. Meanwhile I pumped on Steve with a hand and slurped his cock as he pumped into me and as the cock behind finally hit my depths and I squirmed against the man's belly behind me before he pulled back and started slowly trusting in and out with short strokes first then deeper and gradually deeper. I felt sure it was Bert, but the cock seemed a bit longer and a great deal thicker. But I was too hot to think very clearly.

I was getting it good from both ends now. Both cocks coordinating their thrusting so neither fell out, and both going the distance, as they say. The thrusting came harder and harder and, seemingly, deeper and deeper, plumbing my very depths and filling me in the sweet hell of fuck and suck. I thought about the redhead for a moment, and I was her in an ecstasy of confusion. And I also had a hard dick that I pushed into her from behind. And I also had a hard dick that she could suck. And I had two dicks, one to fuck her with and one to let her suck at the same time. And I came back to myself, and felt the hot cocks as they rolled in me like an ocean of snakes, and the man behind grabbed my hips and crushed my tits, and I was two seconds from REALLY BLOWING IT!

I loved it! I was squirming all around and I could feel both cocks were ready to explode in me. I was shaking my head as much as I could and keeping up with Steve when I saw, out of the corner of my eye someone else standing behind me, off to the side.

It was BERT! It wasn't his cock in my cunt. That fat, hard cock was someone else's! GOD! I wanted to scream. I want to run and hide. But I was also starting to shudder and cum and cum heavily, shaking all over and squirming my butt into the man behind. And Steve grabbed my neck so I couldn't turn anymore, and he shoved harder and quicker and deeper into me and I could feel his cock PULSE big like a mountain of cock, and he shoved a glob of sweet, hot cum into my mouth, and he kept thrusting, and the unseen man behind was thrusting and pumping, and his hot cum seem to jump inside, and he kept thrusting and humping, and I was CUMMING at the SAME time, jerking at the end of two fat, hot lines like a fish at opening day caught with two hooks, swallowed and gaffed, and Steve kept thrusting and pumping loads down my throat, and the man behind was grabbing my titties and squeezing them as he fucking came in me deeper and hotter and deeper than ever before, and Steve kept pumping, then pulled his dick out and squirted all over my face, and kept rubbing his cock around in the slick, hot cum, then shoving it back into my mouth for another pump, then out again, and I was shaking with an orgasm that hit me like a railroad train, as the man behind kept grunting and shoving more and more cum, now mauling my tits, and grabbing at my tummy, and shoving his hand over my cunt, and sticking a finger in and over my clit and he kept shooting hot load after hot load into me until I never thought any of this would EVER stop, and I didn't want it to, every cell in my body screaming for fuck and more and more and fuck, I was cumming like an airplane crash, as I felt the cocks go deep in again and then stay almost still except pulsing and pushed as far into me as possible, dripping out their last little strings of cum, I was shaking with an intense orgasm from the gods, blessed with a fuck from Olympus, the man behind kept rubbing my buns, my stomach, my tits, my cunt, still pulsing and Steve still throbbing in me, now the man caressing me gently and I could see Bert out of the corner of my eye come over to me with the yellow pullover in his hand, and he stroked my back and said something soothing like to a horse, I was crying with my orgasm that was only now subsiding, and I kept pushing back into the man and grabbing Steve's cock and trying to get it to go deepening in my throat, and Bert spread the pullover over my eyes so I couldn't see and tied it behind my head.

What a fuck! I was weak with it. I was a saint with it. I didn't care if I went blind with it. If could never see again.

And I felt Steve's cock slip out of my mouth and gently rub over my cheeks, and I kept licking at it. And the man behind, the man with the long, thick cock, finally pulled his so slowly out while I was trying to prolong the moment by shoving back into him and squirming against his hairy body, as he was feeling up my ass and back, and I could feel his cock fall out and a sudden rush of air over my cunt, the wound of my world, then he was wiping himself off on my ass cheeks, and rubbing his still hard dick up and down my crack from behind, once even poking it gently into the opening of my little asshole, just gently shoving, maybe the very tip got into the little ring there, then pulling back and rubbing it up and down, still feeling my little dripping cunt occasionally, or one of my tits, and I kept squirming and whimpering with the deity of fuck surrounding me, inside and out. And I felt abandoned in a world of sin and sorrow. Naked on my haunches, trying to get Steve's cock, still throbbing, but growing smaller, into my sweet little mouth.

And the man pulled back and way, and I could hear him whisper something to Bert, and Bert laughed and I could hear him putting on his pants or jeans and then zipping them up and walking away, out of the clearing. All the while I was still licking Steve and rubbing his cock over my face, and I put one hand in my tail and fingered myself back there.

God I was embarrassed. But I was fucked, too, and I knew then and forever which mattered more! If ever thereafter I had to choose between self respect and a hard cock, between dignity and dick, well . . . It would be NO CONTEST! I needed to be stuffed. And I needed it over and over again.

I was exhausted and fell down and lay in the grass. Steve lay beside me and caressed me tenderly from behind. I fell asleep with my tit in his hand, the pullover still tied behind my head.

We woke a few hour later, Steve's cock in my rump, but too pooped to pop up. He took off my blindfold, we kissed, dressed each other - we took a long time doing this! - and walked back to the house. It was getting dark.

Neither Bert nor Steve ever told me who was fucking me from behind that day, and I only asked once. To tell the truth, I didn't want to know. If I knew, I've be embarrassed when I would see him. That is, if I would ever see him. This way, I didn't even know if I ever ran into him or not. In fact, I didn't know who it was for over three years. Then I knew I bumped into him all the time. But I didn't know it then.

The next day, after a slow tender fuck in the clearing, Bert asked, "You wanta go to a formal dance with me?"

I blushed. Bert was asking me out on a formal date! I was thrilled.

"Sure, Bert. That'd be great. You sure you want to take me."

"Suzi, you're something special. I really get off on you. And in you," he laughed. "Afterward maybe you can join a club."

"What club?"

"Just a club. You know some guys and girls." And, as though in an afterthought, "We have a really good time."

"Bert," I choked. "I love you. I'll do anything you say." And he stroked my naked body and kissed me on the cheek. He was SO sweet.

"O.K. Dress up tonight. Borrow some clothes from Sarah. Make yourself real sharp. Pretend you're going to a prom, kiddo." He lit a cigarette and blew smoke over my tummy. Then rubbed me and kissed my tits, letting smoke escape between licks. "Yep, tonight after the dance you can join the Four-Leaf Club. Be ready by six. First we'll go out and eat. We'll double with Steve and his date." He stood up, "But maybe you better catch a nap before then. I think you're going to need your rest." He smiled. "Come on. Let's get back."

And he pulled me to him and kissed me long and hard as I melted in his arms.

I couldn't wait!