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Sighs Matter

   M+/F IR Cons Humor

   Chapter 12 of our story continues with Tess's memoirs of her early
college years.  Please read Chapters 1-11 of the story for the full
background, else this may not make much sense.

   As always, comments are welcome, to richhumus@gmail.com

   Chapter 12-Tess is Glorified at an ABS

   Over the next few weeks, I brought dozens of boys and men back to my
rooms, or went to theirs, and performed fellatio on them.  I learned how to
adjust my neck and throat to allow for deeper penetration, and how to
swallow just as the head of the penis passed over the back of my tongue,
thus allowing it to penetrate right into my throat.  I learned how to
breath through my nose while the penis was moving out of my mouth.  I
learned how to use my tongue to caress and massage the shaft and head.  I
learned the signs of an impending orgasm, and how to close off my throat so
the sperm didn't all flow down immediately.  I loved to taste the semen in
my mouth, rolling it around and over my teeth and gums and tongue, letting
the full essence of the precious liquid permeate my mouth.  I was able to
learn how to 'deep throat' after much practice, and once I was able to
overcome my (admittedly slight) gag reflex, I could take longer and longer
shafts deep in to my throat.  I realized that there was no real difference
between a penis of, say, six to seven inches, and those rare ones that were
nine, ten or even longer - once the head passed over the back of my tongue
and down into my upper throat, any added length was not a problem at all.

   However, I realized that to really perfect my technique, and to practice
the oral arts when ever I wanted, I would need to substitute the warm,
giving penises of the local males, for a cold but always available penis
substitute.  I needed a dildo.  Or several, perhaps.  So one Friday night I
went into town, and headed to the area where all the sex shoppes were.  It
was a typical place, all gaudy and full of neon and flashing lights, but I
ignored the stares of the passers-by as I strode up and into the place.  I
was almost overwhelmed when I got in.  Racks and racks of adult movies of
all types, and fetish gear, rubber goods, lotions and emoluments, and
sexual devices undreamed of by the Marquis De Sade.  I quickly found the
aisle containing the realistic-looking dildoes, and after browsing for
several minutes, selected four of the more useful looking ones - a standard
7 inch model, a nice looking 10 inch device, the highly recommended 12 inch
'gut buster', and the last, aptly named Mandingo, a terrifying 14 inches of
molded coal-black neoprene that cried out to me like a little lost puppy.
Two of the models even had hollow testicles that you could fill with your
favorite semen substitute and force to ejaculate at that magic moment, if
you so desired.

   As I paid for my purchases, I noticed the long, dark hallway back
towards one corner of the store.

   "I say, what's down there?" I enquired of the proprietor.

   "Them's the peep booths, m'lady.  You can watch films of all types for
just a few pence.  'ighly recommended, they are."

   My curiousity was piqued.  (Ooops, sorry, almost forgot.  This is
internet text.  Peeked.)

   I hurriedly changed several quid into the tokens required, and strolled
down the hallway.  Once my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I noticed the
dozen or so other habitué's of the place, lounging around waiting for booth
to be open, or staring fixedly at the display of titles available in each
booth.  They looked askance at me, I suppose the presence of an attractive
young college girl in a miniskirt and see-through blouse might have put
them on edge.  I smiled at them.

   Selecting an open booth, I went in and sat.  The floor seemed sticky and
not too clean, I reminded myself to speak to the management when I exited
about their maintenance schedule.  The dim light illuminated the selection
screen, and I dropped several tokens into the machine.  The screen came to
light, and I started to scroll through the entries.  My goodness, there was
every debauchery known to man available for timed viewing, and a few that
seemed rather odd even to me.  I watched in breathless silence for a few
moments, switching every now and then to the next offering in the carousel.
Suddenly, I heard a slight rustling in the booth next to me, and turned
towards the sound.

   I nearly jumped off of my seat when I saw the pale, erect penis
protruding through an opening in the booth wall.  I would have jumped, as a
matter of fact, had I not found myself sticking to the seat.  I peeled my
self off the bench, and bent to study my new friend.  It was a nice looking
member, about 5 to 6 inches long, and I noticed a clear bead of pre-cum
forming at the head.  I wasn't sure if the owner was looking for my
approval, a silent vote of confidence, or some other response - perhaps a
digital manipulation was required whilst watching the films?

   I peered closely at it, and suddenly a thought formed in my head. 
Perhaps I should suck it?  At first, I dismissed this wild surmise,
thinking the owner could not possibly desire to have a complete stranger,
someone he'd never even met, suck his penis from the other side of a peep
show booth wall.  He would not be able to see his paramour, not be able to
watch the length of his penis disappear and reappear between the moist lips
of the mystery fellatrice.  He would not be able to voice the gentlemanly
enquiry as to whether or not consumption of his emission was desired or
not. I tormented over these obvious drawbacks, and then decided that if the
man really was offended by my sucking of his penis, I'd just have to
apologize to him after I was done.  I decided to risk censure.

   Opening my mouth, I enveloped the head of the stalk, and began slowly
moving my lips down the shaft.  Ere long, I encountered wood, and I don't
mean the penile kind.  I bonked my head on the plywood.  Momentarily
stunned, I stopped swabbing his column and collected my thoughts.  Moving
up the shaft, I swallowed my saliva and his moisture, and began another
journey down the penis, this time avoiding contact with the wall.  My
tongue became much more active as I warmed to my task.  Several minutes
went by as I repeatedly took my unknown benefactor's penis deep into my
mouth.  Suddenly, I recognized the signs of an impending climax.  I quickly
pulled off of the shaft, grasped it firmly in my right hand and began to
whisper my request to the fellow on the other side.

   "Do you mind if I swall-" was all I got out, as at that very second I
became the target for a hot missile of semen that sprung from his shaft and
pulsed directly onto my tongue.  Shocked, I inhaled quickly, and before I
could take another breath three more ropes of sperm-laden fluid found their
way into my mouth.  One draped itself across my lower lip, and I closed my
mouth to swallow.  Unfortunately, my new friend was not yet exhausted, and
his next few white arrows of love struck my nose and right eye.

   I sat back to catch my breath and move the semen on my face into my
mouth with a fingertip.  Before I'd even finished, so I could go out and
apologize to the young man for fellating him without permission, a second
penis, this one long and dark, came through the hole.  I didn't know what
to do.  Had not the first man warned his friends about the unrequested
fellatio?  Was this second man just as unsuspecting?

   Nevertheless, I felt this man deserved the same treatment as his friend,
and I once again bent to the task.  I had not fellated very many black
penises so far in my young life, but I soon became enamored of the aroma,
the size, and the overwhelming virility of the one in my mouth.  It was
slightly larger than most I'd known, but my saliva helped lubricate its'
passage into my mouth and down my throat, and after just a few in and out
journeys, I managed to pull the entire shaft down into my throat with very
minor discomfort.  I put both hands on the wall on either side of the
magnificent shaft, and simply moved my head back and forth the eight or
nine inches between the firm yet spongy corona and the few crinkly pubic
hairs pokng through the hole.  Each time I went all the way on the penis,
my soul celebrated the magnificent evolutionary development that seemed to
match my mouth and throat so perfectly with the blood-engorged tube of
flesh I desperately wanted to please.

   All good things must come to an end, I suppose, and sadly, within a few
moments, I heard a loud grunt from the other side of the partition, and the
second seminal offering of the night was soon on its' way down to my tummy.
I kissed the shiny black glans as it withdrew back through the hole and
whispered a devoted, "Thank you" to its' owner.

   Things got a little hectic after that.  Penis after penis presented
themselves through the hole in the wall, bare seconds elapsing between the
emission of one, my grateful gulp of the testicular outpouring, and the
entrance of the next through the hole.  Long forgotten was my token viewing
of the films.  When the projector stopped, the light came on in the booth,
and that made it easier to view my masculine friends and their penises.  I
loved looking at the variety of them.  Some were short and stubby, some
where long and thin, some were very well shaped and looked almost sculpted,
others were bent to one side or another.  I did breath a silent thank-you
to the skilled surgeons who'd performed the circumcisions on the majority
of the penises coming through, although I have to say some were not done
well at all.  Call me a connisseur of the corona, but I like my cocks to be
pretty!

   I suppose my skills had been improving, because hardly a one of them
lasted more than two or three minutes.  Some were so impatient that they
ejaculated almost before I could get my mouth around them, so my cheeks and
chin were soon dripping with semen as well.  I tried to keep track of them,
but I have to admit I lost count somewhere between 25 and 30, which was
probably due to me having about sixty eight orgasms by that time, and that
was only about half way through.  I'd perfected the right-hand-on-cock,
left-hand-on-vulva balancing act, and just kept twiddling my little button.
Finally, after what seemed like about four hours, the time between cocks
started getting longer and longer.  I rested, and licked my sore and
chapped lips.  What had I gotten myself into here?  Finally, it became
deathly quiet outside.  I gathered myself up, used some tissues to mop the
semen and sweat from my face, and made my way out to the retail part of the
establishment.  It was deserted.  As I walked somewhat unsteadily towards
the exit, the friendly little man behind the counter said cheerily, "G'day
miss, and thank you so much for whatever you were doing down there.  I had
more traffic through me store today than I have in years!" I blushed and
nodded in acknowledgement.  I'm almost positive he could hear my stomach
slosh as I walked past him.

   Chapter 13 Tess gets to the bottom of things

   Within the next few months, I got more and more adept at performing
fellatio.  I suppose word got out among the local population, because
rarely did an evening go by that I wasn't invited to a party, or a get
together at a fraternal organization.  I was nearly always the only woman
at these gatherings, as well.  I believe I averaged 15 to 20 acts of
fellatio per evening, sometimes even more.  My vagina usually got a good
workout as well, since I could only accommodate one man at a time orally. I
loved providing so much pleasure to so many men.  I found that my orgasms
were breathtakingly awesome, my clitoris being sensitive and quite adept at
poking its' little head out of the hood.  Of course, I swallowed semen
every chance I got, but sometimes my uterus became the tank for the
swimmers that men just loved to deposit.

   I remember one night I had been invited by some Negro friends of mine to
a party at one of the guy's flat.  There were, I guess, about two dozen or
so of them, and me.  We had a bit of a dinner, some nice conversations
about this and that, and then I suggested that I entertain them and do what
I could to release their natural sexual urges.  I began, of course, with
fellatio, finding that if I orally relieved their pent-up penis pressure
with my mouth, the rest of the evening could be taken at our leisure, as
their sexual stamina sometimes seemed unending.  So I simply made my self
comfortable on a nice large divan, and each of the fellows came up in turn
to be sucked.

   They were marvelous, each ejaculation was quite voluminous, the boys
having abstained from any other release for the last several days.  I loved
it when I got a very nice emission, I let it wash over my tongue and tease
my taste buds, the salty, aromatic and piquant taste just yummy beyond
compare.  Sometimes I'd let two or three ejaculations gather in my mouth
before swallowing the whole course.  In about an hour, I'd done all of
them, and of course, the first few men were randy again and ready for some
regular rogering.  I simply leaned back, opened my legs, moved my panties
to the side, and pulled the first man in.

   His large, well shaped cock fit snugly in my vagina, and before he even
hit bottom I was orgasming again.  One after another, my black buggers
bombarded my uterus with semen sauce, until I was quite messy down there.

   At one point, I was face down on a bed with my hindquarters in the air,
and there were at least ten large black fellows anxiously, but patiently,
awaiting their turn.

   I encountered a fellow who seemed absolutely enamored with my anus.  I'd
never considered that particular orifice as a likely resting place for
anything much, but his kisses and licks of my cute little bottom did make
me feel very nice.  At one point, he was behind me with his tongue in a
hard point, and I felt him push it into my rosebud with insistent force.  I
tried to relax and open for him, and after a few seconds, I felt my rectum
expand and blossom enough for him to push almost an inch of his very
talented tongue into it.  I giggled and wiggled.  Then he pushed a finger
into me, and I goggled.  His probing digit and wet tongue did something to
my erogenous zone database, and without even touching my clitoris, I had a
monumental orgasm that seemed to vibrate in and out of my intestines for at
least a minute.  I quivered and shook, in a feeling totally unlike the
climaxes I'd enjoyed from my front-facing facilities.  I sighed and nearly
collapsed on the bed, but my soporific reverie was interrupted by the
presence of the end of his beautiful cock demanding entrance to my colon.

   I groaned a little bit with the sudden change in the size of the piece
of male anatomy that was now pushing somewhat forcefully into my lower
intestines.  I swallowed thickly, forcing down the remnants of the emission
that one of his buddies had just emptied into my mouth, and consciously
tried to relax the sphincter of my rectum.  Something must have worked
because all of a sudden an enervating warmth spread throughout my lower
body, and I felt several inches of firm dark meat begin to travel upwards
into a part of my body that, heretofore, had only seen material move the
other way.  I put that out of my mind, and felt him hold my hips
demandingly.  Inch after inch of his penis wormed its way into my bottom,
and as the feeling of supreme fullness took over, I realized that I'd been
missing out on a different, yet wonderfully satisfying addition, to the
more standardized avenues of sexual congress that I'd previously limited
myself to.  I realized I loved getting my butt fucked!  I felt so naughty,
yet at the same time, so accommodating.  I also realized that, unlike my
vagina, which had only so much length before my cervix came into play and
limited the size of an instrument which I could enjoy, my colon was, for
all intents and purposes, virtually endless in size.  With practice, I
could learn to accept any length of penis, no matter how outlandishly
sized.

   I put both hands on my bottom cheeks, spread them apart, and encouraged
my benefactor to plunge ever more deeply with every thrust.  Soon, he was
plumbing depths that only a colonoscopy would ever have seen.

   I felt his hips push up against my bottom over and over again, and I
began having an orgasmic release that was not just a big "Boom!" like
vaginal orgasms, but a long, drawn-out "Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"
that made my entire midsection feel as if it was being massaged by a
thousand warm hands.  The large dark penis in my rectum suddenly bottomed
out completely, and I felt his semen begin hosing my insides.  Chagrined at
not being able to consume it, I nevertheless felt content that it would
forever be a part of my body.

   I announced to the remaining gentlemen that I would be honored to have
them utilize my nether regions for their pleasure for the remainder of the
evening.  I believe I said, breathlessly, "oh buggers, I want all you
lovely black bucks to shove those big hard cocks right up my bum and fill
my arse with spunk!" or something to that effect.  My vulgar speech of
course had the desired effect.

   Within about 15 seconds there was a line of over a dozen black men
waiting for a crack at my crack.  Luckily, the rather alarming amount of
semen that had been deposited in my rectum by the fellow who took my anal
virginity helped to lubricate the passage of the next man, who was somewhat
larger than even I was used to.  At first, I had to look back around to
make sure that he was not attempting to insert a magnum of champagne into
me.  I was gratified to see that it was just him, but a Really Big Him. 
This penis looked to be well into the double digits in length, and I held
my breath in anticipation as he fed the first few inches into my colon. 
That warm fuzzy feeling returned, and I exhaled in relief.  My lower
intestines straightened out around him as the inches from five to ten
disappeared from view.  The men standing around fell silent as this man
among men lodged a redwood up inside of me, or so it seemed.

   When he finally hit bottom, in my bottom, it felt as though he was
stirring up my lunch.  He slowly pulled back with a sound not unlike that
of a rubber Wellington being pulled up out of a mud puddle, and then
slowly, but surely, he plumbed the Depths of the Colon of Miss Tess.  By
now the warm feeling had spread from my kneecaps to my shoulder-blades, and
I almost drifted away into semi-consciousness.  But my rear entry friend
would have none of that, it seemed.  He picked up the pace once his lance
had established a right-of-way up inside the first half-meter of my arse,
and began rhythmically moving nearly the entire length of his penis in and
out of my rear end with every thrust.  I moaned in delirious ecstasy. 
Suddenly he pushed all the way down and virtually crushed me into the bed.
His shaft expanded and he grunted, expelling so much semen that I swear it
merged with the half-cup or so in my stomach.

   The warming balm of his balls was just the beginning though.  The next
dozen men added to the lake of liquid love laving the interior walls of my
arse, although none of them were quite so stately as an elm, so to speak. I
took each and every one of those magnificent black phalli as far in to my
rectum as they would go, delighting in the overwhelmingly full feeling as
each hard black rod pushed through my pucker, assaulted my anus, and
integrated itself with my intestines.  We developed a pattern - I would
suck on a nice warm, hot black cock for a until there was a temporary
opening at my opening, and then he would attack my antipodes, and another
dark pole would request oral attention.  Just once did a fellow become so
excited that he let loose in my mouth and throat instead of my guts, but
that was just as welcome anyway, and I don't really think he had any reason
to complain to management.  In fact, I have a feeling that a few minutes
later he availed himself of my bottom channel anyway.

   By the time 3 AM rolled around, I was pretty certain that I'd managed to
transfer about 99.9% of the seminal fluid in my two dozen close friends
into one interior cavern or another in my body.  I was so happy, exhausted,
a bit sore, let's face it, but I felt the evening a watershed in my
development.  I resolved to train my anus to accept any size penis without
damage.  I know that the ring of muscle protecting my rectum could be
exercised and strengthened like any other, so I began a regimen of daily
massages with one or the other of my dildoes, liberal use of soothing oils
and creams to keep the skin elastic and smooth, and at least thrice weekly
enlargement engagements with my most well-endowed friends.  I also took to
inserting an eight-inch, fully formed dildo in the shape of a rigid penis
all the way up into my rectum each night before I slept, to help keep
everything down there well opened.

   Oh yes, I'm sure you're thinking that my health was endangered with all
this non-standard sexual behaviour, but trust me - I made sure my paramours
were exceedingly clean and completely free of any possible hazards - we
made bi-weekly trips to our surgery to have everything tested, swabbed,
sterilized and soaked.  My guys were simply told that if they ever had
anything but a 100% clean bill of health, rides on the Miss Tess Amusement
Center would be instantly halted.  It's amazing how well they cared for me.
You would have thought that these 25 or 30 healthy, virile, strong,
intelligent and magnificently well-endowed black men had never had the
opportunity to plunder the vagina, mouth and anus of a petite white girl.

   I'm rather exhausted now after all this, the letter from Emma and my
recollections, so I'll put pen to rest for now.

   End of Chapter 13.
   More to Come!  

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