                                    SMUGGLERS BLUES (AND BROWNS)


This story contains the following adult content: M/F, F/F, Anal, toys, consensual/non-
consensual sex.  You mus be over the age of 18 to read this.  If you are not, or do not 
enjoy this kind of material, do not read further.

THIS STORY IS A WORK OF FICTION.  Any resemblance to any person, living or 
dead, is entirely a coincidence.

CH 6

	For two years, the ride continued.  I imported gold into the U.S. 19" up my butt, 
& nose candy to keep my horny bum flying high (in more ways than one) into London, 
Madrid, Paris, & Zurich.  

	My new boss had a stable of girls that had found themselves under his spell 
through one means or another, just like I had.  All of them were rich, single, good 
looking, & in it for the money, thrills, or both.  The buyers of our cargo got the couriers' 
services temporarily at no charge, with the amount of money they were spending to have 
us fly it in, if the mules weren't already permanent employees of the end buyer(s). The 
outgoing cargo would be distributed well before the flight, & carried on in hand baggage, 
just like the airline couriers.  In flight, we'd all get down & nasty.  The longer the flight, 
the longer the fun.  I'd participate for a while, letting the co-pilot take over, we'd take 
turns.  At some point in the flight, things would segue from eating, drinking, movies, etc., 
to getting drunk & then getting bare.  We'd have one-one ones to EVERYONE on ones, 
tippling booze or snorting coke to get high, though I stayed away from using the stuff 
since I was the flight commander.  Didn't want to crash & kill us all because I was 
otherwise occupied.  

	With that responsibility, I actually found myself working more & more, & 
partying less & less.  Trying to fly with a big bong up your ass is distracting enough! 
Good thing I could manage working with something big up my ass!! Meanwhile, the 
passengers would numb up their asses by pouring booze up their asses or tipping coke in, 
then as they'd start FLYING their inhibitions would drop, & they'd get greasy, nasty, & 
REALLY get into stuffing each other with those big cargo boles.  Those thrill-seeking 
whores ADORED fucking every willing asshole with those big cargo bongs.  Finally, 
towards the end of the flight, they'd all start coming down, cleaning up, & getting ready 
for customs.  

	After several months, I received a message from Scarlet.  She'd managed to get 
out from under, & been gotten out of the country by a very famous lesbian who 
specialized in fashion (legitimately) and white slavery, trafficking in less than willing 
models who had to work as sex slaves for mid-eastern royalty, as well as more willing 
girls to be mules & whores for the same.  I was enjoying my work & ever-widening circle 
(pun intended!) of big anal dildo sex partners.  So, I sat down with my lover-boss & the 
three of us came to a plan that allowed me to share my flying & importing skills with 
Scarlet & her employer.  It was AMAZING! Scarlet had a new face, & the two (or three 
or four) of us would fly all over the world, carrying supermodels who were slim, taut, & 
carrying superdildos up their asses, & enjoyed having them up there, let alone getting off 
on us PUTTING them up there!! God, what beautiful, nasty skanks they were! We'd 
work them over on the flight, then, after we'd gotten through customs, we'd take our 
favorite to Belinda's clinic & let HER get in on the fun, too.  God, the fucking could just 
go on & on & on... I wanted that part to last forever... But, like everything else in life, it 
was too good to last.... This time around....

	One morning, we had a problem among our passengers.  One girl, a former 3rd 
rate model who'd gotten WAY too deep into her drug habit, had been moved through the 
system at large from high-class call girl all the way down to sex slave & mule to the 
highest bidder, who was a vicious Afghan drug lord.  She showed signs of being battered 
about quite a bit.  She'd only recently been allowed into the courier ring, as this 
particularly nasty drug lord had been brought into the ring by Scarlet's employer because 
of the absolutely DEEP & ENDLESS coffers he had, from which multi-millions flowed 
into Scarlet's bosses accounts on a regular basis.  He was her best customer, & she his.  
Still, none of us liked doing business with him; he was crude, filthy, abusive, & that's not 
saying much, so many in that part of the world are exactly like him.  And, it was easy to 
be suspicious of his kind, after 9/11.  I didn't trust him one bit, and I made that perfectly 
clear.  His people would be carefully screened, there would be no 9/11s aboard MY 
airplane.  I'd kill the filthy raghead bastard first, I didn't care how much power or money 
he had; and my boss, the software mogul who owned the plane, & got hefty comissions 
for letting Scarlet's employer have it's services along with mine, agreed, hands down.  
He didn't like their kind one bit, but it was the cost of doing business.  

	So, this former model was on our plane, reluctantly, at our permission & her own 
will, battered & bruised.   Then, to top it off, when it was party time, lo & behold, SHE 
was already carrying! The filthy bastard had coked her up & stuffed it in her himself, 
roughly.  There was dried blood on her seat.  We got her presentable enough to pass 
through customs.  I told Scarlet later, "If we see another of his mules in that condition, he 
is out of our program.  I DON'T want to have to explain why one of our passengers..." 
"I'll deal with it."  However, this client continued to batter & rape his mules, injuring 
them as he forced improperly trained couriers to carry from the departure point.  He got 
off on their pain & forcing humongous dicks up their ass, dry.  He obviously liked 
abusing women.  Then, I've yet to meet a man from that part of the world who had even a 
shred of respect for a woman.  Women are treated like cattle or other chattel over there.  
Why we put up with them... Duh...
	
	Another time, one showed up with no signs of battery, but started bleeding out 
after removing her bole & turning it over to the buyer to extricate the cargo from within.  	
We rushed her to Belinda's clinic.  Scarlet disappeared once we got there.  I took Belinda 
aside later.  "That ruthless sonofabitch.  He really gets off on torturing his girls.  I don't 
say anything because the problem is, aside from the fact we're in way too deep, other 
parts of the chain are willing to overlook his flaws because he smuggles in almost as 
much product for contacts through all of Asia as our South American contacts all put 
together.  And that's just one piece of the puzzle.  The only ones that get hurt are the ones 
like her, unwilling girls who've spiralled down the food chain until they're not worth 
anything but the price he'll pay for them, because no one else will use them.  His 
personal girls are the ones who don't get with the program, & the girls' former bosses 
want them broken.  He's the bottom end of the food chain.  If they wind up with him, 
they're..." "Shit." "This one got hurt worse than any I've seen before." "He did her some 
damage.  She's lucky to still be here." "He shouldn't be allowed to import this way."  
"Have you ever..." "Yeah..." "One of these days... gotta go."

	A few weeks later, that client showed up at the field we used in Paris, with a girl 
in tow.  It was obvious she wanted out, & he wanted to go along.  I put my foot down, 
HARD.  She could fly; but HE was NOT getting on MY airplane.  I wasn't going to have 
him causing trouble among the passengers, runing the whole transaction, or worse.  I 
didn't trust this filthy rich filthbag farther than I could spit at him.  My employer agreed 
with me, 1000%.  So, not only being the pilot, but also the senior person from the ring on 
site, I stood toe-to-toe with the smelly, woman-hating raghead with questionable 
alliegances, & said "I've seen the condition your carriers come to us in.  Even the most 
stubborn are NOT to be forced! No one we fly carries high or deep until WE certify them 
as able to do so.  You have never let your people be certified by our doctors.  Continue to 
rape the cargo into them before departure, & YOU WILL BE OUT.  The senior partners 
are in full agreement with this.  From now on, you either import using 'certified' carriers, 
and use our methods, or you find another pipeline.  We will NOT risk our business for 
you.  Your VICTIMS are going to bring the house down around us.  Now: either take her 
out of here, or put her on the plane & get back in your car; but YOU... PERSONALLY... 
are NOT getting on MY airplane.  I will NOT have you disrupting the passengers.  Get 
with the program."  "Do you know who I am, woman? I am one of your biggest suppliers 
now."  "No, YOU'RE not.  I've been in on the dildo ring almost from its inception 
several years ago; and you're nowhere NEAR the top of our supplier chain.  I know 
everyone in this circle we've created; and I know who YOU are: a mean, vicious, little, 
American-hating, woman-hating extremist who gets off on having us smuggle his 
merchandise so he can abuse troublesome mules & rape them up their asses with massive 
toys, all so he can feel supremely powerful & dominant because he CAN'T EVEN GET 
IT UP! My BOSSES say: NO GO.  I say NO GO.  YOU... DON'T... GO.  Now: either 
put her on the plane, or don't.  Either way, get your filthy, smelly ass out of here.  And 
take a BATH while you're at it!" "You will regret this.  All of you." He spat at my feet & 
left with his mule.  Too bad for her; but, all his girls disappear at one point or another.  
She was lost a long time ago.

	That was the beginning of the end.  I was going to get out, once and for all.  If I 
had any choice, I'd break the ring myself.  It wasn't fun, money, & freaky sex games 
anymore.  The money & glitz, the high living, the insatiable anal parties & flying all over 
the world with super-schlongs up my ass was turning into ugliness & danger.  I recalled 
the words of the customs agent who'd busted us on that last flight before the commercial 
airline end went up in smoke.  What if that nasty raghead bastard...

	A few weeks later, I bumped into an old friend on a trip into L.A.; none other than 
Jeanna, the big anal loving customs agent.  "Have we met before?" she asked me, unable 
to place my face with my voice & bod.  "You never know..." I slipped a note into some 
documents she had to keep.  

	A few weeks later, Jeanna was working in New York.  I introduced her to 
Belinda, so they would both be in on my plan.  A big mistake, in more ways than one! 
They hit it off REALLY well...

	Jeanna whispered in a few smart & discreet ears... 

	A few weeks more went by....

	The senior leaders of the ring were having a conference in New York.  We needed 
to put out our troublesome client & make up the loss in income.  I was a key player, but 
not a final decision maker on finances.  So, while they discussed new partners; I was 
flitting about town with a very friendly, VERY willing supermodel who muled purely for 
pleasure, when....

	We'd finished having a few drinks at the Plaza & were heading down CPW when 
a van pulled up beside us.  In front of the crowds on the street, five ski-masked men with 
Uzis got out, grabbed me & all but threw me in the van, & sped off, all in a matter of 
seconds.  I could hear the yelling & screaming on the sidewalk behind us as they sped 
away.  They sped away fast, then, drove into the park, slowed down, came back out, & 
got mixed in with the traffic before anyone was the wiser.  Once we were back in traffic, 
they bound, gagged, & blindfolded me.  I didn't know who they were; but I knew one 
thing.  They were sending a message.  What the message was depended on who the 
sender was.  If it was Uncle Sam, the message was, "You're busted, the party's over."  
That could go either way.  If it was our filthy Afghan supplier, he was saying "Don't fuck 
with me; or I'll fuck you."  I prayed it would be the former, I was a dead duck of an 
anally raped to death example to the others if it was the latter.  Many minutes of driving 
around went by, while I lay on the floor of the windowless van.  Then, we pulled into a 
garage, & I was led out of the van after having my ankles unbound.  I was marched into a 
room that had... the qualities of the one I'd seen.... I was freed from my bonds entirely... I 
was in a similar, if not the same, concrete & mirrored interrogation room as I had been 
those mere two-plus years before when the airline ring came down.  I began to hope.  

	"Tracy.  It's been a long time.  We've been watching you ever since you were 
released.  Do you still want out?" "You've been watching... I remember before... If you 
are who you say you are, & you have been watching, need you ask?" "Your troublesome 
customer, eh?" "Ri... You guys ARE good! I'd have bet all my money no one even had a 
clue!" "He'd be a REAL prize.  You're lucky he hasn't sodomized you to death by now.  
If you want out, we'll give you immunity; but you'll have to turn 'state's evidence' on 
ALL of them.  Names, amounts, places, dates, EVERYTHING.  And we won't let you 
hold back on your lover.  He's not the biggest fish, but he's going down, too, business 
giant or no." "It's all spinning out of control.  He knows that, too.  I think he's coming to 
his senses. Can you..." "That's up to him.  As for you..." "Ohhh, I'm in.  I want this 
whole thing to be over, just so long as... " "Enjoy it while you can, after the trials, you'll 
be buried in the protection program.  You won't ever see Belinda or Jeanna again.  
Speaking of whom, Jeanna wants to thank you for introducing her to Belinda...." "Damn, 
I knew I shouldn't have done that..." "You'll all have the chance to have some fun before 
it's all done.  Just enjoy it; you'll have to find tamer lovers after it's all over.' "I don't..." 
"Don't ask.  Keep in close touch with those two until everything goes down, so no one 
seems unfamiliar to the rest of them & we don't have to pop up looking suspicious.  
Then, we'll sit on you until after the trials &  you'll get a new life afterward." A needle 
was stuck in my arm... "Now, we've got to cover up your disappearance, make it look 
legit when you show up out of the blue.  There's only one thing that's beliveable..." 

	They staged quite the performance.  First, to give the right image, they fucked me 
good.  A hooded man came in the room, & led me into an identical room which had not a 
tall steel barstool in the center, but a wooden desk chair instead.  He bound my ankles & 
wrists to the chair with rope, & blindfolded & gagged me, after first stripping me.  He 
left.  The center part of the chair seat felt a little odd...  it was a little lower than the outer 
edges... not one piece... the center of the seat fell away, like it was on a hinge.  I felt air 
whisper below my nether regions, but I didn't lose enough of the seat's support to srunch 
into the opening.  I was open to anything they wanted to... ohhhh.... a vibrator smoothly 
rose up into me... must be a piston machine below me somewhere under the seat... it 
touched my lower lips... gently spayed them.  slipped up... started buzzing... ohhhhhhh.... 
soo nice.... OOHH... 
OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHUUUUURGGGGHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!OHSHITOHSHITOHSHITO
HSHITSOBIGSOBIGSOBIGSOBIGSOBIGOHHHHHMMYYYYASSS!!! My mind 
exploded as an old friend, a 14" x 5" super smooth & pliant bong bumped into my 
asshole & began pushing at it... pushing me open... No! I'm dry! 
OOOOWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
In no time, my juices were lubing that wonderful monster dong for me, while it fucked 
me deeply for several minutes.  Then, it stopped & both dicks fell away. I was feeling 
nasty at my holes, hope they didn't make me bleed (overly much, it wouldn't be 
convincing otherwise.).  The door opened, & I was let up from the chair.  My wrists were 
rebound, this time in front of me.  I was ungagged, but I was still blindfolded.  I was 
marched back to the van.  Another voice as we were driving.  "When we stop, open the 
door & run."  The blindfold came off, to reveal four masked men with Uzis.  My hands 
were still bound.  "Not to worry, Tracy, it's all part of the act.  Your former partners have 
to be convinced you got away, by pure luck & the skin of your teeth, before what they'll 
think is your troublesome client got you somewhere PRIVATE.  Now, when you get out, 
run like hell.  We'll make like we're chasing you.  We're feds, as you know, so we'll 
handle the local boys without giving them a clue as to what's going on." They loosened 
the ropes around my wrists, carefully slicing them with a knife so they'd part at the first 
pull of my wrists.  "We're in Central Park, near 57th.  Head toward CPW and scream your 
head off." 

	We stopped with a jerk.  "GO!" I grabbed the door handle, yanked the door open, 
and fell out.  I picked myself up fast & ran, stark naked, and barefoot, through the park.  
Let me just get to the sidewalk without tearing up my feet....  they were close behind 
me... I started yelling.  Showtime! "HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP!    POLICE!!! 
HEELLLPP!!!"  Near the sidewalk at 57th & CPW, I ran into a dog walker with several 
leashed dogs in one hand & a cell phone in the other.  We fell in a jumble of humans, 
dogs, & leashes.  "Owww!! Shit! Look out! They're after me!!" They were bearing down 
on us... "I need your cell phone!" I grabbed it, got up, & ran.  The slim girl screamed, 
grabbed her charges by the leads, & screamed as she ran, outpacing the mutts by a mile.  
Meanwhile, I continued pounding along the hedge bordering CPW as I dialed 911.  "Help 
me!" I screamed into the phone when they answered.  "I'm being chased through Central 
Park... near 57th & CPW... they kidnapped me from the Plaza... pulled me in a van... gray 
van... they're trying to run me down!! Ahhh!!!" I dived in the bushes as they... HEY!! 
This is supposed to be an act, you dopes! Be careful! The bums almost clipped me.  I 
know we've got to make this real; but don't kill me by accident!! "They almost got me! 
I'm in the bushes... don't know just how far from 57th I am... it's a gray van... old... no 
windows... no, didn't see the plate... four men with Uzis wearing black clothes & ski 
masks... I clawed a couple of them & got away...  they were trying to rape me... Help 
me!!! They're coming back!" I could hear sirens nearby... the feds were coming around 
again, this time on the grass!! I got up & ran... "I'm near 55th now... shiiittt!!!" I dived 
over the hedge onto the concrete to avoid being hit.  "OOOWWW!!! Please hurry! I had 
to jump over the hedge to miss being hit again...  I'm the one running naked down the 
sidewalk along CPW... you can't possibly miss me... PLEASE HURRYY!! I can't keep 
dodging them... they're ahhhhh!!!" The sirens were close; but I couldn't see them... must 
be behind me somewhere... I dived in the bushes again as they brushed against me, 
scraping a layer of skin off as I tried to avoid being solidly hit.  Damn these bastards! 
They're gonna kill me making it look good... they drove through another section of hedge 
up ahead, merged back into traffic, three squad cars with lights flashing & sirens blaring 
chasing them...  & they disappeared down CPW as another pulled up nearby.  

	Hours later, after interviews by the police & all the usual rigamarole surrounding 
such an 'incident', I found myself back at the hotel.  The others swallowed the story, 
hook line, & sinker, believing it was our Afghan troublemaker who was behind the 
'attack' on me.  We were packing up to get out of there, when the the roof fell in on all of 
us.  Scarlet, the other ringleaders, my clients, Scarlet's clients, they were all swept up by 
the feds before we could even vacate our suites & check out.  They processed & booked 
us all, making it look like our Afghan supplier had gone so far as to sell us out to the 
intelligence authorities & the H.S.A.  It seemed hard to believe; but there we were, & 
there were the feds, making like he'd given us up to get us all.  

	After we were done being booked & had been locked down to await trial, Scarlet 
& I were asleep in a two person cell, when the door burst open & the guards came in & 
roughly hauled us away.  In a dank laundry room, we were turned over to masked men in 
black clothing, & each of us was taken away in turn.  She believed we were both dead.  
Scarlet, I knew, was actually going to be kept in isolation, away from the rest, in order to 
cover my absence.  It would look like we'd been bought & paid for.... for .... and that's 
what everyone else would think, until the trials began, & Scarlet appeared at the defense 
table while I appeared on the witness stand.  By the time the truth was revealed, it would 
be too late for the rest of them.  Finally, I was getting a little payback for being forced 
into this situation that had imperiled me even as it fed me.  

	Meanwhile, the masked men drove me away... to a house on the island.  The men 
turned out to be Jeanna, & Belinda, along with two female Witness Proteciton agents.  
Belinda & I were both in protective custody.  Jeanna'd turned her, butt good.  Too bad for 
me,  I'd only have a little more fun with them both, & they'd still be fucking each other 
long after I'd been buried in WitProt.  I'd made a little mistake in introducing them to one 
another.  

	We were horny, & we had no equipment at the safe house.  So, we bribed our 
agents to let us drop by Belinda's now closed down clinic & get some things.  In reality, 
we wanted to play there one more time, as well as bring some things back.  Just this once.  

	It had been a long time since I'd gotten a taste of either one, I was way too busy to 
get it on with Belinda the few times I'd been in New York, & Jeanna, well... 

	At the clinic, the two tied me up & gagged me, & made me watch from an 
irrigation chair while they strapped on black 12" x 3" smooth & firm dongs & fucked 
each other's asses.  What a grand , deliciously exciting sight it was! Belinda, sinking her 
black dong into Jeanna's tanned bottom, on top & wrapped around her as she pushed up 
(or should that be down?) into Jeanna's ass.  Then, switching as Jeanna plowed into 
Belinda's slick & gaping poopchute from behind while Belinda was on all fours.  When 
each had rectally climaxed the other, they tag-teamed me.  Both of them took a turn in 
both my holes.  I straddled Jeanna as she lay on her back on the doctor's table & took her 
dildo into my pussy, while Belinda burrowed into my butt from behind.  
Oooohhhhhhhmiigoodd, Belinda screwed my ass sooo good.  I was going to miss that.  
Then, I rolled over, & we continued with Jeanna literally up my ass from below, while 
Belinda banged my pussy from above with that dirty dildo.  Then, after a while longer, 
THEY switched, & Belinda was literally up my ass while Jeanna got into my pussy from 
above.  I rolled over again much later, & let Jeanna take my behind FROM behind, while 
Belinda speared my gushing poon once again.  For a couple of hours they fucked me 
good & loose.  Finally...

	"My turn..  It's been a while since I've gotten into either one of YOU." Time to 
pleasure them both, at the same time.  First, to make Belinda watch & get off.  After she 
was bound in her favorite fur & leather cuffs at the ankles & wrists, I put her favorite pair 
of leather-clad earphones on her & made her listen to those dusky, erotic rhythms I'd 
heard during that first irrigation several years before.  I had her leaning in the corner of 
the room's sofa, with her dirty dildo sticking up proudly.  I greased up a black rubber 
expanding buttplug & stuffed it in her, pumping it up.  "Hold that while I get another 
taste.  Don't forget who introduced you two."  Jeanna lay on the doctor's bench, waiting 
expectantly.  "C'mon & work me over, baby." I grabbed another buttplug like the one I'd 
just plugged into Belinda, popped open an industrial sized jar of vaseline & smeared the 
contents on the plug.  Then, I applied a tube of ky to Jeanna's backdoor, & squeezed the 
contents into her anus.  "Open wide..." Jeanna obligingly parted her buttocks as I 
pushed... "Oooohhhhhhh...." That delicious bitch enjoyed feeling her butthole flare open 
& close up around the intruder.  I pumped her up, until her anal entry was wide enoough 
to swallow the base (if it would budge!) I squirted more KY into her asshole around the 
base-flap of the plug, 'Ohhkay... pulll..." "Mmmphh!!" "Ohh, you can't!" I deflated it, & 
SCHUMPP!!  Her bottom sucked the plug inward and closed up around the air hose.  "It 
went all the way in! How pretty!!" "Mmmph!!" Mmmphh! Mmph mmph mmph!!" I 
interpreted that to mean 'pull it out' as she 'mmph'ed through the ballgag I'd stuffed in 
her mouth before I started plugging her.  "Too far?" I squeezed more KY... inflated it... 
and pulled... "mmmmmMMMMMMMMM!!! MMM—mm!!" she squealed through her 
gag as I pulled it out,  while it was still fully inflated.   Without pausing, I shoved in a 4" 
wide, footlong inflate-a-dick made of the same new-gen rubber as the buttplug.  I pumped 
it up, & stroked it in & out of Jeanna's loosening anus, until she was greasy sloppy, & 
cavernous.  Her asshole was gaping a good 5" open between the cleft of her buns.  I 
grabbed an old friend from the dildos we'd laid out, the 14"x 5" hard & bumpy.  I 
strapped it on, slathered it with KY until every inch was dripping with it, & fucked it into 
her slicky fanny hole with unbelievable ease.  Jeanna mewled & moaned in pure ecstasy 
as I reamed her out a lot more.  I pulled her up onto her knees after a while, as I stopped 
every so often to recover with more KY,  & then vaseline & MORE KY.  Then, I'd 
snuggled in as I bored up to the center of her bottom.  After a while, she stopped hanging 
on for the ride & just letting herself enjoy the fullness in her rectum, & just let herself go.  
She went from a relaxed, easy 'filling me up SOOO good' attitude to trembling, quaking, 
excruciating ecstasy as she allowed herself to start gripping, milking, & working to build 
up to an anal orgasm... letting her insides be stroked off... letting the electricity surge... 
her face reddening as her bowels rumbled... I saw shit on my dildo as I continued shoving 
my hips against her buns & shoving that mighty bole up her shithole... her mewls & 
whimpers became first short "mmm"s & then a longer, higher 
'mmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!"  as she blasted off to Ohio at last, 
gushing cum & peeing herself as she achieved a hard anal orgasm from just the 
stimulation I was giving her ass channel.  She flopped, vapored out.  

	I pulled out & slapped her back to alertness.  "Damn, I'd forgotten how good you 
were.  Why don't you fuck her awhile, I gotta shit... " "You already DID, bitch, all over 
this glorious ding-dong.  No taking a dump for you, I'll mine it all out for you! We're not 
done yet.  Maybe she can clean you out later." I took off the big & bumpy... : "Remember 
this?" I pulled out a flesh-toned rambone.  Her eyes widened.  "OH BOY!  Neither you or 
she have used that on me before!" "I don't know why,  I had one with me in L.A. that 
time we were together while I was still an F.A., and she uses them to irrigate! Belinda! 
You've never irrigated her?" "I was making her wait!" "Ohh, the torment of wanting that 
thing up your butt & being denied.  Wait no more, my bitch!  I'm gonna get your shit all 
OVER this, baby." I smeared every inch thickly with vaseline & drizzled KY all over it... 
"On all fours, bitch... try to shit... okay, hold it right... there..." 
"OOOOOHHHHHhhhhhh.... " she moaned in gratification & gratitude as I touched my 
4" thick pole to her almost 6" wide hole & pushed against the soft log of shit trying to 
escape... I gripped my pole with both hands & levered it in... 
"oooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!"  She howled that endless "OOOOOOO!!!!"  as I bored that foot & a half long 
monster up her shit, digging a hole in her dirt, smearing it all over her bowel walls & all 
over the length of my mighty dildo as I pushed deeper... deeper... twisted it slightly... 
"OOOOOWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!"  She cried out, even HIGHER, 
as I pushed higher into her, heading for as high as that dong would go... 
"OOOOOHHHH.... SOFULL... 
SOOOOFULLLLL....SOOOOOOOOGOOOOOOOOODDD!!!! Deep in my ass!! 
DEEPINMYASS!!! DEEPER.... DEEPERRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!! Fill me up... 
FILLMEUP!!! 
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She was fingering herself madly, rapidly.... gushing on her fingers... peeing herself again 
as I bumped the balls home into her cleft, every inch of the shaft now filling her turd 
tunnel.  She trailed off &fell on her face, ODing on bliss... I let go of the dong... and 
easily, unbeLIEVEably easily, she pushed the entire length out without even pulling on it.  
When it lay on the thin paper covering the bench always has, I saw it was completely 
covered in shit.  I started pushing it back in again... she rolled on her side to let her 's' 
curve accomodate it... & rolled over again as I pushed it in, stopping to take a picture 
with a digicam as it stuck up proudly from her asshole, the 5" of shaft closest to the balls 
of that massive rectal rocket peeking deliciously from her butt.  I put on a strap on 
harness, pulled the suction cup base into the seat of the harness at my crotch, & bored 
in... roto-rootering out her rear end... humping & grinding & plowing the shit out of her.  
Finally, I withdrew, when, after over an hour of deep, vaseline greasy, KY wet humping, 
she warbled a high note through her gag & collapsed once again, twitching all over as she 
maxmised out on her orgasmic bliss.  

	"Boy, you sure blew her out!" said Belinda from across the room.  "Feeling 
neglected?" I called back.  I grabbed the huge & bumpy from where I'd discarded it, 
detached my harness from the long dong embedded up Jeanna, put the big & bumpy in 
the rambone's place in the harness, vaselined it thoroughly, unplugged Belinda, & bored 
up her butt from below as she sat facing me on the couch, nether regions still settled 
comfortably on the cushions.  I worked myself onto the cushions, & her onto my lap & 
onto my massive dick.  Belinda sank her asshole slowly down around it's trunk & rode 
me with complete abandon.  Jeanna watched for some time, then got up to join us.  But, 
rather than fuck Belinda up front... she pulled that long dong from her ass, & put it, still 
dirty with her shit, into another harness that she'd donned.  "Wanna get filled up by us 
now? After we fill you up, we can big each other out.  We'll tag team each other until all 
three of us have had both dildos shoved up both holes by both of the others.  First, You 
ride what you're shoving up her!!" Belinda got off me, took the dildo off me, & strapped 
it on herself, & then grabbed my hair, pushed me onto the sofa, & bored it, greasy & slick 
with the lubes & shit, up my sloppy but tightening butthole.  My head exploded as I was 
stretched open again & filled up.  After a bit, she pulled out, sat on the couch, & bade me 
straddle her.  I wrapped my self around her, kssing her hotly as I took that dirty dildo into 
my pussy, impaling my womanhood to the max.  Jeanna wasted no time in burying her 
greasy, dirty, mighty muscle missile up my 
poopchute"OHHHHH!!!!!!!!!OHMYGODD!! SO FULLL........"  My entire body 
exploded along with my head on the extreme capacity-edging double-fucking.  How long 
they screwed me over, Belinda filling my pussy to the max while Jeanna humped & 
bumped & ground & drilled & bored that over foot & a half long meat up my asshole to 
the very hilt, I don't even know.  They're.... REALLY... good.... Scarlet teaches well... I 
can teach well... but Belinda can teach deep, fat, hard, high, greasy, nasty anal better than 
all of us put together.  She obviously taught Jeanna REALLY well.... Finally, a lifetime 
later, they withdrew.  Together, they lifted me up & put me in the chaise lounge.  Belinda 
strapped the super big & bumpy back on me, & sat her asshole on that fat dong as Jeanna 
bored the shit snake into me from in front & under, starting low & working in deeper as 
Belinda rode me.  We were lost in each other, when......

	"Hello, ladies; you look like you're having fun."  !!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!! 
They both dismounted, & turned to find what I was already seeing... HIM!!! Our 
troublesome, woman-battering, Afghan druglord supplier.  "Cut me off, will you? You 
were smart to sell the others out.  You two, I know," he said, addressing me & Belinda.  
"You, you amazon bitch... who are you? You're not part of this enterprise..." "No... I'm 
the person responsible for bringing you down.  I'm a nasty, big anal loving lesbo who 
happens to be a customs agent.  I met Tracy when she had a big bong up her ass in L.A, 
we fucked, she introduced me to Belinda, and WE fucked, & then they sold everyone out 
to me & my people.  Including you." "Oh, did you? Not that it matters.  There's no one 
here with you.  No one knows I'm here.  And you are all going to die.  When you are 
dead, the government will have no case, the others will be released when the charges are 
dropped, and I'll kill all of them, too.  They know I'm waiting for them.  And you know 
something? I'm going to have fun doing it.  I'm going to blow you all up using your 
favorite importing devices. I have one for each of you, made out of plastic explosives."

	Before we could even move, let alone respond: "FREEZE, you drug-dealing, un-
American shitbag raghead.  Drop your weapon.  You are surrounded.  We've already 
gotten your men."  Five ski-masked men stood just outside the door of the room we were 
in, each of them levelling an Uzi at the last loose thread from our once thriving business. 
"Turn around."  He did so.  "Die, Pigs!" He raised his gun...and we ducked as he took a 
faceful of lead for his trouble, & we dove to the floor to be sure none passed through him 
& hit us.   "Sorry to interrupt, ladies." "Perfect timing." "Well, that takes care of all of 
them.  You smoked him out for us nicely.  Clean up, & start taking what you want to 
keep to the truck."  Looks like we three might get to spend quite a bit of time together 
before the trials.  My only question now is, who am I gonna find to satisfy me after it's 
all over & I'm buried in the protection program?

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