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The LardAss Saga – A Sequel
A JEP Story
Chapter 1: One Way to Watch Baseball
Simone’s naked body was swaying slowly as she controlled the orgasm that she knew would overtake her when she decided to let it come. Her lips were moving slightly as she hummed a tune softly – an old Southern gospel hymn – “Showers of Blessing”. As all of this was going on she was looking at her surroundings, taking in the furnishings that she was so familiar with. On the other hand, Patricia could see nothing and could not say anything. This was because Simone’s big ass cheeks completely covered Patricia’s eyes. And Simone’s big-lipped pussy completely covered the girl’s mouth. To call Simone’s ass a ‘big ass’ was to do it a disservice. For it implied that it was big – or fat – in such a way as to be unattractive. In reality, Simone was simply a big – and beautiful young woman. She was six foot two inches tall with an hourglass figure that was to die for. Men looked at it and wept because they knew they would never get to fuck such a fine figure of womanhood. Women looked at the figure and wept because it made them feel so inadequate. Since the hourglass figure covered such a long distance from head to toe, her ass was, of course, big. But it was firm, smooth, and rippled in just the right motions when she walked. In high heels she was a sight to behold.
Patricia’s tongue was working the moist pussy with knowing expertise. She knew how Simone liked to be licked. And, she knew she better do it right or she would surely be punished severely. And while the big cheeks covering her eyes were not unappealing, the ass hole over her nostrils was quite unpleasant. Patricia had a full whiff of the unwiped ass.
Simone was humming to take her mind off of the sensations that were flooding the pussy and, in turn, the juices that were coating the invading tongue. Simone could control her orgasms quite easily and she liked to come when she determined, not when someone else did the determination.
David was watching them both with quiet satisfaction. He was naked in his recliner, slowly stroking his dick. His tool was short but had an incredible girth. Its diameter was completely out of proportion to its rather stubby appearance. He was watching the World Series game between the Yankees and the Cardinals. He really was interested in the game but it was difficult to concentrate on the game while he could hear the lapping sound of Patricia’s tongue against the pussy he knew so well. This was his winter home – lying deep within the wilds of the Smoky Mountains. His summer home was in a central northern state, being attended to by his number one sex slave, LardAss. (Author’s note: See the ‘LardAss Saga’ for the background of LardAss.) She was his favorite. However, he did love to train new slaves and he loved subjecting them to new atrocities that he had never imposed before.
Simone was certainly more beautiful than LardAss and she had promise of being a superior dominatrix. Even better, Patricia – with her haughty attitude – was the perfect foil for all the punishment he could imagine.
Simone was looking around the room because it was such a study in contrasts. There were rings, pulleys, winches, everywhere – everything needed for a complete study in torture. There was an open shower in one corner of the room. There was an open toilet stool in one of the other corners of the room. Yet, there were incredibly expensive paintings and etchings adorning every wall – that is – every open space of the walls not situated with various rings and posts. There was a huge round bed in the middle of the room. It, too, was outfitted with various rings and pulleys. There was a big screen home theater system near one wall and David’s recliner directly in front of it. The floor was of a hard substance with numerous drains throughout the room to accommodate various fluids that were often created by David’s activities.
The baseball game was in its seventh inning stretch, so David decided to do his own kind of stretching. He walked over to Simone who was so rudely sitting on Patricia’s face. He stood before her face and hoisted his heavy dick and plopped it into the waiting mouth of the girl who was still swaying and humming. Her humming provided a nice vibration to his dick. It had already been semi-hard but now it instantly became like a steel rod. The huge mushroom end completely filled the normally huge mouth of Simone. Her face was now full – of dick. She quickly began running the tip of her tongue back and forth over his piss slit as her right hand snaked upward and began fondling the large nut that was hanging so low before her. Her left hand slipped beneath his nuts and knowingly stroked the ring of his ass hole. He was immediately entranced and began working his tool in and out of her mouth.
Patricia meantime was still working the pussy that was surrounding the lips of her mouth. It was quite wet but she did not mind. Pussy juice didn’t bother her. Piss did. She knew that Simone would come eventually and then she would begin to relax over the face of the prone slave. Then, she would begin pissing in the captive mouth and Patricia would have to drink all of it or pay serious consequences.
There were two rather strange nipple clips attached to Patricia’s startling appendages atop her marvelous tits. The clips grasped her nipples quite firmly and were in the configuration of miniature ship’s wheels. David reached down and grasped each ship wheel and began turning them. Sometimes he would turn them both in the same direction and sometimes he would twirl them in opposing directions. The results were the same either way. Patricia’s nipples experienced severe pain as her nipples were forced to twist in distances to which they simply were not meant to twist. She tried to cry out but her cries were muffled in the hairy muff that enveloped her oral cavity.
Simone felt the vibration of the cries resounding in her twat and she lost complete control. She came in waves that sent gushes of pussy liquid into Patricia’s waiting mouth. This was followed immediately by a torrent of yellow piss that cascaded into the mouth that now had no time to scream at the pain that was overwhelming the tits of Patricia. Patricia tried to swallow all of the liquid and her attempt was successful and really quite admirable. Meanwhile, Simone’s lips now closed securely around David’s tool. Although he was quite adroit at controlling the timing of his orgasms he was not without some sense of kindness. Actually, there was not a drop of kindness in him. He heard from behind that the ball game was about to resume so he let his orgasm fly. And fly – and flow – it did. Simone’s large mouth could barely contain the cream that burst into her oral cavity. Her throat could be seen working furiously to swallow the fluids that were bursting into her face. She was good. She swallowed every drop and none was lost. This gave her a sense of accomplishment. Also, she knew she would not therefore be punished for losing any of his love fluids. He really was a tight ass about having his fluids escape outside of any slut. As his dick became flaccid he let fly with a satisfying stream of piss and now Simone had to resume swallowing quickly – and now – even for a longer stretch of elapsed time as he relaxed and piss seemed to flow in a seemingly endless stream of yellow gold. His timing was perfect. He had dropped the last drop on to her tongue, popped his huge dick head out of her mouth, and turned just as the first pitch flew across the plate to the next batter on the screen. David was satisfied as he reflected on how he acquired these two magnificent bitches.
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