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Diary of Anne Franks (Adolescent)
by DWS a.k.a. Back Buggy
Aug. 5, 1981
 

***


I'm starting this diary to ... try and keep things straight 
in my mind, and to be as factual as I can, and as honest as 
I can.  But where do I start?  I have never kept a diary 
before and at nineteen a lot of people might think I'm too 
old to be starting one now.  But I need to ... unburden 
myself I guess and this is the best, and safest way I could 
think of since I no longer have any friends here in my 
hometown of Silver Lake that I can talk to.
 
I guess the best place to start is by telling you I'm very 
pretty.  I'm not bragging or being conceded I'm just telling 
you what everyone has told me most of my life.  Anne Franks 
is a very pretty girl.
 
I'm five feet ten inches tall.  I know; I got teased a lot 
growing up because I was usually the tallest person in my 
class.  At least until high school where the boys finally 
seemed to spring up from midgets to a more manly height.  
But even then I was taller than about eighty five percent of 
them.
 
So I'm rather tall.
 
But I have a great looking ass, and nice breasts.  Not big 
breasts, but nice plump breasts that fill out my 35c bras 
wonderfully.  If I bother to wear a bra, which I normally 
don't.  My red, gold hair sparkles in the sunlight and if I 
had hair around my pussy it would be a startling red in 
color and one of the reasons I keep my pussy shaved.  I 
think it's ugly when I let the red roster hair grow out.
 
But my best two features as far as I'm concerned are my 
emerald green eyes and my super long, super shapely legs.  
My legs are the first thing people, especially men, notice 
first.  Their eyes start from there and work their way up to 
my slim waist, my firm ass and nice breasts, and they 
invariably end up staring at my full pouty lips. Over the past 
year or so I have found out why, men and women are so intend 
on my full, pouty, slightly wide mouth. 
 
They say, and I quote every man I have been with.  "I have a 
mouth made for sucking cock and going down on pussy!"
 
"I ..."
 
Aug. 8, 1981  {Middle of the night}
 
I stopped writing the other day because I got hot talking 
about my mouth and sucking cock and had to do something 
about my 'condition'.  But my mouth is indeed made for 
carnal pleasure.  I would be the first to admit that. 
 
I don't know what happened?  And I sure as hell don't know 
why I turned out the way I did, or why the things that 
happened to me happened.  I just re-read that last line and 
it sounds like a crazy person wrote it.  Maybe that's what's 
wrong with me?  Maybe I'm crazy?
 
I'll start by saying that I was NOT an abused child like you 
read about and see so often on TV and in the newspapers.  My 
father didn't rape me when I was young, or introduce me to 
sex, nor did my mother, my two sisters, or my brother Tim.  
And the only time I was ever hit was when my mom and dad 
would spank me as a child for messing up.  They are firm 
believers in spanking their children when they have done 
something wrong that merits it. 
 
My folks are well off so we never wanted for anything and my 
dad even bought me a cute little compact car when I was 
seventeen.  In other words we were a loving family who all 
cared about each other.
 
So what the holy FUCK went wrong with me???  Or is there 
even anything wrong with me???  I don't think there is but 
there are many that would disagree with me.
 
Aug. 9, 1981 {Middle of the night}
 
I got upset writing last night in this damn diary and I'm 
not sure it's such a good idea anymore.  But something 
compels me to continue to write down my thoughts.  I need 
some way to express my feelings, my doubts, my fears, my 
inner most cravings and urges.  I try to just ignore this 
stupid diary but I seem to be drawn back to it despite 
myself.
 
To go on!
 
I have a great family and had a great childhood.  I grew up 
happy and I thought well adjusted.
 
Sorry!  I can't write anymore tonight because my ass is 
bleeding slightly and hurting like a bitch.  But then it 
usually does on Sunday nights because that's the night I 
have the three Wilson brothers from nine to eleven. 
 
Did I mention that I'm a prostitute and that's why my father 
and the rest of my family will have absolutely nothing to do 
with me now?  In fact daddy won't even allow me in 'his' 
house, and forget about old school friends. Except for the 
few males I went to school with that have the cash, or 
credit cards to pay for my time, the rest avoid me like the 
plague.  And I'll say it now.  I don't come cheap!
 
Sometimes I'm so lonely I just break down and cry.  But then 
my next John (or Joan) shows up and I forget all about being 
lonely and anything else as he or she makes use of my hot to 
fuck body.
 
I'm a whore and know that I'm a whore.  But unfortunately 
(or fortunately) I wouldn't have it any other way.  I crave 
sex, cock, pussy, fucking, and cumming more than I do 
breathing and eating.
 
Case in point.  The three Wilson brothers all sodomized my 
ass tonight, and when they weren't screwing it they had a 
ten inch, heavily bristled dildo stuffed up my shit hole.  
It's bleeding and hurting but I'm more than ready to take 
another cock up my tender butthole right this minute.  My 
jaws are sore and my lips are stinging from sucking their 
pricks repeatedly over the two-hour session with them.  But 
I'm ready to suck and swallow and have hot spunk fill my 
belly again right now.
 
Yep, I do swallow!
 
And my pussy felt so empty despite having had it fucked a 
good half dozen times tonight, both by the Wilson brothers 
and my two earlier appointments, that I'm lying here with my 
twelve inch black dildo up inside me while I write in this 
idiotic diary!
 
What the fuck went wrong with me?  Did something short-
circuit in my brain? Or like guys who think with their 
dicks, am I their female counterpart? Only I think with my 
ass, pussy, mouth, tits, hands, or any other part of my body 
that I can use for sexual gratification!
 
Fuck it all!  Fuck everyone in this goddamn town.  Fuck my 
parents!  Screw all the bastards and bitches who look down 
on me!
 
Aug. 15, 1981 {2:35 am}
 
I tried to stay away.  I even went so far as to throw this 
damn diary in the trash and tried to forget about it.  But I 
kept going to the window and staring out at the green 
plastic trash container.  An hour before the garbage man was 
to pick up my garbage I ran out and retrieved the frigging 
thing.  All I had on was a skimpy see through robe, the 
neighbors must have gotten an eyeful.
 
I had to dump the container onto to the ground and so ended 
up spending another ten minutes picking up all the crap and 
tossing it back into the trash bin before the garbage guy 
got there.  His name is Ralph by the way and he occasionally 
comes for a visit when he has the money.  He's black, with a 
thick mustache, and has a nice thick cock to go with his 
muscular 56-year-old body.  The old bastard tries to wear me 
out but he would have to be quintuplets to do that, hehehe 
<insert giggle, but its true>. 
 
This damn diary has taken on a life of it's own and keeps 
beckoning me to like a lover.  Phew, that was horse shit if 
I ever heard it.  Especially with all the lovers I have 
<insert more laughter>.  But it doesn't last long, the 
laughter that is.
 
My most embarrassing moment:
 
The night my brother Tim showed up at my door to keep his 
date with the prostitute his friends had set up for him as 
his twenty first birthday present.
 
I had just turned pro and was still in my last year of high 
school.  I told my mother and father that I had a job 
working as a night clerk in a warehouse downtown.  I was 
downtown all right.  I had rented a small downstairs 
apartment and was working out of it in the evenings and on 
most weekends.
 
My list of steady customers was just starting to build up.  
In fact I still have most of them today.  I had just barely 
turned eighteen and it seemed a lot of men liked the idea of 
screwing a fresh faced, young hooker, even a tall one.  
Silver Lake is a good-sized town but it's just not one of 
those places you associate with prostitution.  And really, 
there are not that many working girls in the entire city.  
Why hang in Silver Lake when you can go to one of the bigger 
cities around and probably make ten times what you can make 
here.
 
So why do I stay?  Because this is my home and I have built 
up a nice client base.  Hell, I cleared around seventy thou 
last year.  And I won't give these people the satisfaction 
of seeing me turn tail and run.  I would love to live to be 
eighty and still be whoring just so I could spite in all 
those uppity fuckers faces.
 
The night my brother showed up I was still living at home 
but working out of the small apartment.  I had wheels so 
getting to and from the 'job' was no problem.
 
I thought Tim was going to kill me that night.  I have never 
seen him so mad as he was when I opened my door and he saw 
who was standing there.  The whore who was bought and paid 
for, and who was to see that he had the best fuck of his 
young life. (And he would have to!)
 
That's what his friends had told him.  Or at least Jerry 
Fugus who was, and still is one of my oldest Johns.  As luck 
(or the lack of it) would have it he just happened to be 
going to college with Tim but I'd never meet him, or ever 
remember Tim talk about him, so I had no clue they even knew 
each other.  Jerry and I had better things to do then talk.
 
He is a handsome devil and turned out to be a great fuck.  
Only he'd told his friends about the fiery headed whore he'd 
spent several memorable hours with and fate seemed to take a 
hand to where his buddies got together to buy their good 
friend and college-mate Tim Franks the finest young slut and 
piece of ass in Silver Lake.
 
Only the fine young slut had turned out to be his own 
sister, ME. 
 
He slapped my cheek and it had stung for nearly a week 
afterward.  The words Tim said cut like a knife even if they 
were true.  "You fucking whore!" Before he stomped back 
toward his car.
 
I hurt like hell and was rubbing my cheek when I hollered at 
him.  "I'm paid for Tim.  You sure you don't want some 
pussy?"  I was just too fucking angry to care if the 
neighbors heard me, or what my big brothers reaction might 
be.
 
He'd turned and shouted back.  "I wouldn't fuck you with 
someone else's dick."
 
"Plenty of others will, and do!" I screamed back.
 
He just stood there looking at me, disgust written clearly 
on his face. 
 
"Why?" he hollered at me in dismay.  "Why?"  The word still 
echoes in my mind.  I wanted to holler back that I just 
plain old loved to fuck and suck but the words wouldn't 
come.
 
That is one of the few things I regret in my life.  Hurting 
my family.  I am not ashamed of what I am, or what I do for 
a living.  I am what I am and my insatiable sexual appetites 
are something I learned to live with, and love when I 
discovered them lying dormant inside me a little over a year 
ago. But I am truly sorry for hurting them, and that I am 
still hurting them by my very existence.
 
The other thing I'm sorry about and this really pisses me 
off, is being tossed out of school and not being given a 
chance to graduate with my class my senior year because I 
was a 'bad influence' on my classmates and got booted out.
 
Well screw them.  I went ahead and got my G.E.D. and showed 
those fuckers. 
 
Aug. 16, 1981 {in the am}
 
Couldn't sleep.  To hot and my body was on fire.  My last 
John cancelled on me and left me more frustrated then 
normal, if that's possible <grin>. 
 
God I'm a horny bitch!  Later dear diary, I'm going to go 
masturbate! Probably more than once!
 
Aug. 17, 1981 {11:27 PM}
 
I just finished with my last client for the night.  Isn't 
client a nice word for a whore-fucker?  Why aren't they 
called whore-fuckers or some other demeaning term instead of 
tricks, John, clients, etc.?  While we in the trade are 
called whore, slut, bitch and any other of a dozen nasty 
sounding names.  Personally I kind of like cock sucking 
nasty whore myself.  Pretty much sums it up.  No, make that 
pussy licking, cock sucking, nasty whore, since that is more 
accurate.
 
Why is it more accurate?  Because I number among my clients 
seven women. All professional types who are very well off 
and so can afford my services. Four are married, and in the 
case of two of those their husbands are not aware that their 
wives are even bisexual and that they frequent a prostitute 
for sexual gratification.  One couple is special because I 
service both the wife, and her husband, and sometimes both 
together.  I'll talk about them another night.
 
It came as a shock to me when I discovered that I was 
bisexual.  I always knew that I had a warm feeling in the 
pit of my stomach when I was around some girls at school but 
I figured the feeling was normal.
 
The first time I was with another women I found out 
differently.  If you've never been with another female then 
you don't know what you are missing. The feel of breast on 
breast, soft lips on soft lips, and light touching mixed 
with voracious appetites, is just incredible.
 
And I am here to tell you that I love to eat pussy!  And to 
get mine eaten. Either by a man or by another horny bitch 
just like me.  We just know where we want to be licked and 
eaten and so do a better job on eating another female.
 
Aug. 23, 1981 {The time? Who cares?}
 
Been five days since I wrote last but I had a good reason, 
honest.  Was out of town and didn't take this foolish diary 
with me.  If my mother and father knew what I have been 
doing the last few days they would do more than disown me.  
They'd probably pay a hit man to cap my pretty, young ass.
 
Got a call on the 18th, the day after my last entry.  It was 
from Bob B.  No more last names.  Sorry I used Jerry Fugus' 
whole name but then everyone in town knows he pays for pussy 
anyway!  Including his slutty little wife Lisa! The only 
difference between Lisa Fugus and I is that I get paid for 
my time and she gives it away for free to every fucking man 
in town except her hubby.  And they call me a whore?  Go 
figure!
 
So Bob B. called me and said a friend of his was throwing a 
special party over in Utley and they needed some very 
'special' type of entertainment and good old Bob thought of 
me.  Wasn't that nice of him?
 
Well it seems his buddy agreed after Bob described me and 
all my obvious talents so he calls me and offers me a three-
day, three-night stint, three performances a day, told me 
what was expected, and offers me five grand for the gig.
 
I told him to fuck off and hung up on the asshole.
 
He called back and I hung up again.  But the seed had 
already been planted and it would NOT go the fuck away damn 
his black heart.  Three hours later I called him back and 
told him for what he wanted me for it would cost him and his 
friends ten grand.  I never expected him to agree to such a 
sum. 
 
The bastard didn't even hesitate, or stop to think about it.  
He said, "Done!" and the word seemed to ring in my ear for 
hours afterward.  He then told me to be there on the 
twentieth.  And that I would be 'performing' that day as 
well as on the twenty-first, and twenty-second.
 
"Fuck," I said hanging up the phone.  'What the hell was I 
suppose to do now?'  I racked my brain thinking and suddenly 
the answer popped into my brain.  I picked up the phone and 
dialed Cheri's number.  Cheri was one of my regulars and had 
once told me something in confidence that had shocked hell 
out of me seeing as how Cheri's a lawyer.  You just never 
know about some people.  She and her husband Ross were the 
ones I referred to in another entry early on.
 
Cheri and her husband live way out of town.  Her husband is 
also a lawyer and they raise Great Dames as a hobby.  Cheri 
was one of the most sensual people I have ever met in my 
life and she has a face and body to kill for. Oh, did I 
mention that I also service her hubby, and sometimes I do 
the both of them at once.
 
As the phone rang I only hoped that Cheri was at home today 
and that she'd answer the phone.  I was in luck.  "Hello," 
came her sweet sexy voice over the other end of the line.
 
"Hi Cheri, it's Anne, I need a favor if it's not to much to 
ask." 
 
"Ask away," the blonde responded.
 
"Well .. ah ... I need you to teach me how to fuck a dog!"  
There was silence for a moment and then I heard the other 
woman's laughter.  "Well you'll have to come out here sweet 
ass cause I'm not bring my babies into town.  And you might 
want to think twice about this.  Once you've been royally 
screwed by a hound or two you might not want to go back to 
men and women."
 
"Fat chance," I replied giggling.
 
"Just wait.  When you ah .. cumming?" the blonde lawyer 
asked in a teasing voice.
 
"Would tonight be to soon?"
 
More laughter on the other end of the line and then when it 
subsided,  "No, that will be just ... grand!"
 
"Then I'll see you in a couple of hours, and thanks Cheri.  
You're a lifesaver!"  I hung up the phone and started 
calling all my customers for the next week and told them I 
was taking a little vacation and wouldn't be back until 
about the 25th.
 
I then packed a few things, cosmetics, hairbrush, blow 
dryer, a few of my own fluffy bathroom towels, etc.  But 
when it came to picking the clothes I would wear I was 
completely stumped.  What the hell did you wear when you 
were going to have men watch you fuck canines?  And could I 
actually bring myself to do it?
 
"Well I'll find out soon enough," I said aloud picking out a 
few ordinary things to wear.  And yes, I have ordinary 
things to wear like everyone else. Not everything I wear 
screams slut <grin>.  A few sexy things to wear (which most 
women would NOT be seen dead in, like my dress suit that's 
missing the back on the trousers to where my bare ass 
shows).  And I even packed a pair of tight blue jeans and a 
flannel shirt that belonged to a John who had left it at my 
place.
 
For the life of me I can't remember what the guy was wearing 
when he left here.  But I could remember clearly that he 
paid for, and got a round robin. Head, pussy, and ass and 
had been a great lay.  He'd went around the world on me and 
had paid to go flesh to flesh.  Meaning no condoms were used 
and I had every one of my holes filled with his hot cum.  It 
had cost the guy a pretty penny but he'd just put it on his 
charge card and there was no problem what so ever getting 
the money into my account.  Seems the Cowboy, as I like to 
remember him has money to burn.
 
"Guess my priorities are all screwed up," chuckling aloud.  
"I only remember the carnal things in life!  The poor 
bastard might have walked out of here nude but I don't 
remember that but I can tell you the size of his cock and 
that he has a round, brown birthmark on his butt!"
 
Aug. 18, 1981
 
This is actually the same day I just decided to break things 
up making it the next day and giving it, it's own entry.  
Does that make any sense?  Who the fuck cares?
 
I drove out to Cheri's place that evening and was I ever 
bowled over.  The bitch lived in a damn mansion.  Lord what 
layout.  Columns in the front, a huge entryway, and even 
bigger room where they held dances and banquettes Cheri 
explained to me.  But there were also nice cozy smaller 
rooms as well. And the room Cheri gave me was fabulous.
 
All in muted blues, with a beautiful handmade four poster 
bed, hand crafted, wood stained dresser, small table and 
chair, as well as a nightstand and the room was to die for.  
I honestly hadn't known what to expect when I arrived there.  
I had worried about it the entire drive.  I mean I am a 
prostitute after all and these are 'respectable' upper-class 
people I would be staying with.
 
Where was I going to stay?  Would they put me in the 
servants quarters or even out in the barn, if they had one?  
They do by the way, have a barn I mean.  A large kennel too.
 
So I was ecstatic that I was shown to a regular guestroom 
and not shamed and humiliated simply because of my 
profession.  We're people just like everyone else and are 
feelings can be hurt just as easily.  And as the old saying 
goes, 'words cut the deepest,' are the truest words I know.
 
Hell, Cheri and her husband Ross even let me eat diner at 
their grand table with them.  That's when Ross started to 
tease me about what I was going to have to pay them for 
~their~ services, since I was the one who wanted something.  
We all laughed a lot, drank too much and had a great time.  
When I told Ross he and Cheri could take out what I would 
owe them in trade he excused the servants and took me up on 
my offer.
 
"Huummmm!" I can still see and feel the things that happened 
to me that night.  The images are etched in my mind forever.  
When I'm ninty and in a rest home I'll look back and 
remember that night with a great deal of fondness.
 
Ross laid me out on that huge dining table and he and Cheri 
started to take the condiments that had been left there and 
began pouring and smearing them all over my hot raunchy 
body.  Catsup, Dijon Mustard, a few ice cubes from Ross' 
drink in my sizzling cunt, whipped cream we had with the 
strawberry shortcake, soon found it's way onto my body.
 
When I looked up Cheri was standing beside the table looking 
down at me. She'd pulled two of the giant wax candles out of 
their holders that were placed all up and down the long 
dining table.  She looked slightly tentative, at least for 
Cheri when she asked.  "Can I, I mean can we?" 
 
I knew immediately what she wanted to do.  "By all means," I 
chuckled. "Start here first," I said rolling to my side and 
indicating my sweet tight ass.  Using the mustard to coat 
the twenty-inch long candlestick Cheri inserted the tapered 
end of the first one up my puckered asshole. 
 
"More," I begged as my strong ass muscles enveloped the hard 
wax dick and tremors shot through my heated ass-shoot.  
Cheri obliged and slowly the candlestick made it's way 
deeper into my suctioning butthole.  ""Fuck that feels 
good," I groaned aloud.  Hearing a hiss a managed to calm 
long enough to ask, "What's the matter?"
 
"You ... you have almost the whole thing up your ass!" Cheri 
declared not believing her eyes.  Only the last few inches 
were still outside my bubbling butthole.
 
"I know," I replied, literally panting my ass off.  That 
long ass candle-burner felt fabulous stuck in my tight ass-
crack.  "Now my cunt," I pleaded.  "Unless Ross wants to 
fuck me with his deliciously big dick?" 
 
"No my sweet whore," Ross replied.  "I want you to go down 
on my cock with that pretty mouth of yours."
 
"Yummy, gladly will I suck that monster between your legs," 
I said as my heart started to beat double time.  Did I 
mention that blonde, blue eyed Cheri was married to Ross who 
is six five, black, handsome and beautiful, and who has a 
cock that measures 15 cunt ramming inches long and is as big 
around as my wrist?
 
No, I think I forgot to mention that.  The thought of 
sucking his monster slong had my pussy juices running like 
crazy and that's why the second candle stick went in so 
easy.  My cunt almost swallowed it up on it's own. By the 
time that bitch was completely stuffed in me I was moaning 
and panting like a bitch in heat.  Which I am of course, and 
which we would all find out how true those words are a 
little later when I got introduced to Bruno, and Manny, and 
Killer Joe.
 
But that can wait.  I was wondering what Cheri was going to 
do while I lay there with these candlesticks protruding from 
my ass and twat, and my mouth was servicing Ross' massive 
dick.  I found out a few moments later.  I have no idea how 
it got there but the biggest dog I had ever seen (up till 
then) had mysteriously appeared in the room with us.
 
I wondered briefly if one of the servants had brought it and 
if they had seen me lying on the table with my lower 
orifices crammed with wax cocks and my body coated in red 
and yellow sandwich spread?  The thought turned me on.  I am 
a complete exhibitionist and love to have people watch me 
fuck and suck.  Most times the more that watch, the hotter I 
get.
 
Over at the far side of the room was a fireplace and around 
it was a couch, and three stuffed chairs.  All of which sat 
on a thick push blue and white carpet facing the fireplace.  
That's where Cheri was, both her and that monster canine.
 
"His name is Duke," the blonde said seeing my eyes averted 
toward her. Suddenly Ross picked me up in his strong arms 
and carried me to the couch. 
 
"Please Ross I'm covered in ... slim and will get your 
beautiful couch filthy.
 
"We'll have it cleaned," he teased.  "I want you to enjoy 
all of this.  Look up," he ordered.
 
I did and gasped and then giggled.  There was a massive 
mirror in the ceiling that reflected the entire fireside 
scene back at us.  Carpet, couch, chairs, ... Ross' naked 
cock meat!
 
Shivers ran up and down my spine when Ross chucked his 
clothing and his big dick sprang out of hiding.  Cheri was 
only seconds behind and husband and wife were now as naked 
as I was.  Shit I can even recall having my clothes taken 
off.  Oh well, not important.  I'm far more comfortable 
without them anyway.  I was naked except for the condiment 
crap smeared on my well-formed body and I was definitely 
ready to suck hell out of Ross' giant 15 inch black cock.
 
Fuck these two people are just simply gorgeous creatures.  
Cheri blonde and shapely, with slightly large breasts, a 
perfect ass and a cunt that took on her husbands massive 
prick and my over energetic mouth.  And Ross so tall, black, 
and muscular with what looked like a third arm sprouting 
from his groin.  They are simply gorgeous as far as I'm 
concerned.
 
Looking at them I realized my right hand was down between my 
legs working the long wax candle-cock in and out of my now 
scalding pussy.  My clit was throbbing mercilessly and my 
nipples seemed to have ideas of spiking to the point of 
grotesqueness (is grotesqueness a word?).  As I lay there I 
intentionally rolled to my back and felt the wax cock in my 
ass go almost completely up inside me.  Twenty fucking 
inches of wax candle in my pooper and whore that I am I 
craved for more.  Or that least for something a lot thicker.
 
Suddenly Ross was straddling me on the couch, his firm 
buttocks lying just below my aching tits.  He reached down, 
grasped his cock and brought to my mouth.  Here is where I 
thank the powers that be that they gave me a wider than 
normal mouth.  A Julia Roberts-type-mouth.  As my mouth 
opened I eagerly let the huge purple, black cock knob spread 
my lips and ease into my mouth.
 
As I did Ross leaned back and sighed.  Then he said," Watch 
the mirror while you suck me, my sweet, sweet whore."
 
At first I didn't know what he was talking about.  Then 
Cheri started to speak.  "I find it easiest on me if I'm in 
this position," and she leaned into one of the heavily 
padded chairs with her knees remaining on the carpet.  Her 
body curved up the front of the chair and made her look like 
a sleek animal.  Seeing her sweet ass I sucked another two 
inches of her husbands cock into my hot whores mouth.  But I 
still didn't have a clue what Cheri was talking about.
 
"At this angle it's easy for your lover to get to your 
overheated pussy," Cheri said spreading her knees further 
apart.  "It's also a great position becuase it allows your 
lover can get to your clitoris, labia, vagina and even your 
asshole and eat to it's hearts content.  And my lover loves 
to eat me, including my tight ass doesn't he honey?"
 
"Your lover is an ass eating, pussy eating fool babe!" Ross 
replied feeling another inch or more of his hard black cock 
going into the beautiful whore's hot, wet, mouth.
 
I still didn't understand.  Anne are you being dense, I 
asked myself. Suddenly the light came on in my head when 
Cheri said two words. 
 
"Duke, come!" she ordered.
 
I drew in my breath when the huge dog got to Cheri and 
started licking.  His long, wet tongue made me so hot I 
climaxed and at the same time took another good inch or more 
of Ross' cock into my mouth.  My body was going up in smoke 
as I felt the black monster cock buck against the back roof 
of my mouth.
 
Instinctively, without thinking I willed my throat muscles 
to relax and curved my head back.  Suddenly I realized the 
cock and I were in the wrong positions for what I was about 
to attempt and knew that I was going to either do it or 
choke to death trying.
 
I let Ross' cock ease from my mouth.  "Move," I said.  "Get 
off me and come around and sit at my head on your knees."  
Ross frowned but did what I asked of him.  Anything Ross' 
thought to himself, as long as the white slut sucked his 
dick.
 
I, in the mean time shimmied my pretty ass further down the 
couch making room for Ross.  He climbed onto the end of the 
couch above my head and planted one knee under him, while 
his right leg stretched to the carpeted floor.
 
"Give me back that big pussy pleaser!" I demanded grasping 
his cock and taking it back into my hot, raunchy mouth.  
Having his cock coming down across my forehead and into my 
mouth made it harder to see Cheri but being me, I somehow 
managed to watch that big ass dog eat the crap out of the 
beautiful blonde.  And as I watched I was only partially 
aware of the huge black slong once again bucking at the back 
of my mouth.  I relaxed my throat muscles completely but 
still I didn't think it was going to be enough.  I mean 
Ross' fat boner is positively huge.  But I fucking willed 
myself to eat his meat.
 
Ross was about to start pumping his prick in and out of the 
whore's sweet hot mouth when suddenly things got ... tight 
and another inch or more of his hard meat went into Anne's 
mouth.  "Holy Fuck!" he moaned aloud filling the entire room 
with his deep voice and grunt of pleasure.  He couldn't 
believe what was happening to him!
 
Watching I saw that big brute of a dog mount Cheri from 
behind.  It's front legs and paws she just managed to 
position to each side of her back to rest on the chair.  I 
saw the beast's thick red cock and swallowed another two 
inches of black cock myself.
 
When Cheri reached back and helped insert the hounds prick 
in her damp pussy I cummed a waterfall soaking the couch and 
at the same time sucking in more black dick.
 
I heard Cheri gasp and then start panting.  Just like a 
bitch I heat, I thought.  My throat gobbled down more of the 
black beauty.
 
"Now you have to be careful at first,' Cheri cautioned.  
"Can you see the round thick part of his cock toward the 
base?  It's called a knot and if you let that go up inside 
you it will expand and get stuck inside your pussy. That's 
what it's suppose to do so the male has a better chance of 
knocking up it's bitch.  It takes from ten minutes to 
sometimes as long as forty five minutes before is shrinks 
enough to where the male can get it out of you. I'm sure 
you've seen dogs attached to each other after they have 
fucked and that's the reason why.  It's up to you Anne but 
to me the best part is taking that fat knot up your cunt.  
It scraps hell out of your clit and I have had upwards to 
seven orgasms at one time having Duke's fat cock knob 
grinding the crap out of my clit."
 
I watched that big fucking knot plow into Cheri's heated 
twat, ballooning the crap out of it until it jammed it's way 
inside her and then it looked like a giant cunt plug.  My 
tittes throbbed, as did the cock down my throat and my pussy 
exploded seeing the Great Dane start to fuck hell out of 
Cheri. There was a huge smile on the blonde's face that 
quickly turned to primal bitch lust.
 
Ross was stunned.  He hollered over at his wife.  "Babe, you 
have to take a look at this."
 
"What?" Cheri groaned getting her cunt fucked to shreds by 
her four-legged lover.
 
"Well look god-damn-it!"
 
Pissed Cheri swung her head around and then gasped in 
disbelief.  The sight that meet her eyes looked ... gross, 
but all the more compelling because it looked so fucking 
unnatural.
 
Her husbands cock was in the white whore's mouth and Anne 
had her pretty head bowed back at an odd angle.  Her neck 
and throat were bloated and distended to where it looked 
like it was going to burst at any second.  Her husbands huge 
ball sack lay across the girl's eyes and nose.  And her left 
hand was stroking her own throat.
 
I had deep throated all 15 inches of Ross' fat black cock 
and was trying to jack him off by stoking my own neck!  Told 
you I was good, <grinning with pride!>.  Not many women 
could suck down all of Ross' big, black cum shooter.
 
Cheri thought that if Ross cummed he would kill the poor 
bitch.

 
