Memoirs of Venus Ch. 01

Fucking Pauly.

Pauly and his dumb dick.

How the fuck is this all about him now?

Every fucking time.

If I had any self respect I'd leave.

But I'm addicted to Tori. And she's addicted to him. Or rather, she's addicted to that ridiculous giant cock of his. That and the pills. I don't know where he gets them and I don't know what's in them; what they do. I just know the sex is phenomenal. She's hungry when she's high. Never that much of an appetite for food, but when she's high she wants dick. In any depraved way I can think to give it to her, and as rough as I want to dish it out.

Pauly too, apparently.

I don't know how long he'd been fucking her. Before that night. I let myself believe it was the first time though I don't know why. You never bury a cock that big in a skinny girl's asshole with such fervor if it's the first time you're doing her. Not unless you meet on the set of a fuck film. More on that later. But that night was the first time I had to contend with that clumsy fucking club of his. I thought I was going to kill him. I don't know why I didn't, though it would have been a terrible idea, since Pauly's gutter assed life isn't worth anything. He has almost nothing to lose and I would lose everything.

Instead I stood there aghast, peering in through her bedroom door as he pumped her full of his cum without the decency of wearing a condom or even pulling out. He didn't even stop fucking her. And while I was shocked, devasted and maybe a little heartbroken - all words; just words we throw around to try and size feelings we're not used to processing - I was also suddenly aware that I was nursing the hardest throbbing erection I'd ever had. The kind of wood you only get when you're 16 and the teacher *somehow* knows to pick you for solving the equation on the chalkboard at the front of the class. Looking back now, I'm not so sure that was just dumb luck. Maybe those teachers pick you precisely because they want to see the size of the tent you've sprouted under your desk.

She must have wanted me to find out. I was sure we'd made plans; that I was expected. Maybe something about that night surprised her. But the door was unlocked. It wasn't even closed all the way. I could hear her howling for Christ's sake. And I really could have done it. Put one right through Pauly's thick fucking skull, because I raced in with my 9mm thinking she was in danger; that her wails were cries of terror. They weren't. That's what she sounded like when she was getting her ass cleaved open by a thirteen inch, beer can of a crooked cock. Which is why I didn't recognize the sound. That wouldn't have happened with my dick or even two of my dick. My "perfect little penis!" made her smile and coo and laugh and keep calling. It made her my fiancé. But it never made her cry out like that. I don't know how long I stood there watching my girl get bounced around on a bat sized dick before my self respect kicked in and I made an explosive scene. Fire and Brimstone, mutherfucker!

But you should know, dear reader, that - and this is a hard lesson learned - it is no (help) to diminishing self-esteem to make hollow threats and ultimatums.

Never bluff.

And it's not that I was bluffing so much as pulling platitudes out my ass. We all think we're going to be some poster child for domestic abuse if we find ourselves in this kind of situation; blood simmering with righteous indignation. In your mind, you can't really conceive of anything other than what you think will happen. That Tori will jump and hide and stutter out tear-filled apologies while Pauly grabs his pile of garbage and flees out an open window for fear of fiery death. But it doesn't happen. At all. Pauly didn't even look up. He was too hyper-focused on groping Tori's new double D's from underneath her while he pushed his stick up her ass to even care. And Tori. Half out of breath, just looks over at me like I'm the fucking help arriving at an inconvenient time; like she's busy. "Baby, don't be mad." she pants in her familiar drugged up lull.

"Come fuck my mouth, baby. Don't be mad. I love you! Come fuck me too!"

There's really not that many ways it can go from there. Leave. Throw a tantrum then leave. Or stay. Stay and Hate-Fuck your whore of a girlfriend. Never mind that there's already someone fucking her. Whatever I mumbled or shouted wasn't important or even memorable. I just know that against all better judgement, I approached, straddled her heaving chest, grabbed two fistfuls of her disheveled, chemical-blonde hair, and shoved an angry -and extremely aroused - cock right into her throat like I was trying to punish her. But as hard as I gave it, she took it; gobbled it and slobbered and choked it down and her obstructed hums and muffled howls grew even louder. It was like she couldn't swallow me enough. She seemed determined to fit both of my balls in her cheeks while she craned out her neck to try and extend more tongue up under my sack. I knew I could not possibly last under such conditions, and it wasn't long before I was demanding my turn to fuck her.

"My pussy's empty, baby!" she cooed up at me through delirious blue eyes. "Why don't you fuck me with Pauly?"

Why indeed. Why didn't I think of that? Maybe because I'd never done it before. Not like that. To be fair, I'd cheated on Tori more times than I could count. And on at least one occasion, fucked three other girls at two different parties in the same night. But not at the exact same time -- though God knows I would have delighted to try if it were at all possible. Was this really that different? Oh to be young and oblivious to the sexual double standards of the old world once again. But at present: There was another man's dick. Right there. Only an inch away from this proposal. Was that going to "turn me gay"? Or was it going to be too weird?

Well.

I can tell you that almost immediately after I pried my cock into Tori's perversely pouting, slime-dripping, furry little cunt, she jolted as if given an electric shock, and I exploded a torrent of cum into her that was so profuse, it spurted out around the base of my cock from the lips of her stretched vulva. The giant cock knocking around in her ass below was occupying so much of the space in her emaciated abdomen, that my cum had nowhere else to go but back out and all over my balls, Tori's stretched perineum, and cascading down Pauly's fat shaft - which was now pistoning my own cum -- along with his previous load - into my girlfriend's ass like some unholy lube! Son of a bitch. And he just went on fucking her; fucking my cum into her and I just blew my load as she drifted, cock-drunk, back into the hollowing out she'd been getting from him all along; like she was just putting a fussing child back to bed before returning to grown up stuff. But there she was, even closer now than before, obscenely splayed out in front of me, getting stuffed. Her hips rising and falling as the maw of her cunt gyrated from heaven to earth.

Sheepishly embarrassed at my premature conclusion, I thought "No way I'm giving up my seat now - spent cock or not.

And I didn't.

As I watched the pearly river of my cum ooze down her now cleft cunt with a mixture of revulsion and fascination, "Mr. Perfect" (so nicknamed by Tori herself) didn't seem interested in going to bed. The opposite. The obscene vision before me; Tori's tits ballooning out from Pauly's grubby grip and my own cum sloshing out of her stretched cunt had worked me right back into a freshly reloaded state, and now I was ready for battle. Ready to rejoin the fight. Only now, as many of you dear dick wielding readers will attest, I was primed for a much longer stay, as it is much harder to cum a second time. Or so had it always been the case.

You are in the wrong neighborhood, if you've read this far, to make a point about using a woman; using her body like a punching bag to exercise demons or a personal vendetta against the guy she's presently making a cuckold of you with. See if that stopped me.

I dove back into her with renewed vigor and fury. I beat that girl's cunt up like it owed me money. I grabbed her throat; her hair; her swollen tits; Whatever I wanted regardless of what was already being manhandled by Pauly. I stomped her guts with everything I had. Partly because I wanted to extract a punishment and partly because the harder I hit it, the more animated she became. And here, dear reader, is the paradox of nuance. What I did to her would have been, under any other circumstances, violent assault. But at the moment, it was the only thing for it. When a woman wants to be fucked like a bitch you'll know it because you'll be fucking her like a dirty bitch and she'll scream for more. And that's exactly what she did. The harder I hammered the more she wanted.

The "thing of it" (an expression Tori was fond of using) was not that I was able to hold off. I didn't. I blew another load up her slimy cunt only minutes later. But in some strange, primordial refractory feedback cycle, Pauly and I took turns cumming again and again, as if the firing of one cock would prime the other and, in this fashion, we were able to maintain the two-stroke engine of cock that pounded her relentlessly into the night. And just when I thought the wonders of the evening were exhausted, I was proven wrong. When I thought I could almost take no more; that I would soon collapse from dehydration and spent exhaustion; at the height of the thrashing, pistoning, frenzy; just when I thought one of us would blow a gasket or throw a rod -- both of my hands solidly clamped into her screeching throat, she heaved, violently, her eyes suddenly wide as golf balls and her body stiffened and arched so violently that I was thrown back; both Pauly's and my cock ejected on a geyser of cunt spit that sprayed from my crotch to my face. I thought somehow we had broken her. I even jumped back, instinctively, thinking, at the moment that she had pissed herself; lost all control of her functions and sprayed me with a shower of piss. Honestly, it was not a problem. Piss or no, it was extremely hot!

"Oh my God you guys! I think I just 'Squirted!' " she hissed, rolling onto her back while retrieving a cigarette from her night stand.

"I read about this in my human sexuality class!"

-to be continued