Gettin' Buck Wild: Sex Chronicles II (28 page)

The Dickmaster went around to the opposite side of the bed, spread my legs wider, licked all of his fingers in one swoop, and then rubbed them over my pussy. He stuck one finger inside and said, “Um, nice and tight.”

The Wishmaster chuckled. “Not after you get done with it, homey.”

Those words hit home, and I propped myself up on my elbows. “Listen, I’m not trying to get ruined for life. You can’t stick all that in me.”

The Dickmaster hooked his arms under my knees and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed. “Relax. You’re going to love it, and you’ll never forget me.”

I started thinking way back to my sexual health class in high school. They always said that a woman’s vagina could conform to handle large items and then pop right back into shape. After all, babies come from there, and most are about two feet long at birth.

That helped me out a little, but my thighs still started trembling when the tip of his dick hit my clit. I closed my eyes and braced myself for
the dick
. He eased it in a little at a time until he had it about halfway in. That was my limit!

“No more,” I pleaded. “I can’t take any more.”

He held himself inside me for a minute, rubbing my ass cheeks and licking his lips. Then he started going for it, and all I can say is, it hurt, but it was a good kind of hurt. He pulled out before he came and exploded all over my tummy.

After that, we all took a shower together, which was a feat in itself. Three big-ass men and little ole me in a shower doing all sorts of freaky things. I sucked off the Wishmaster, who ate me out in return. Then the Lickmaster lifted me up against the tile wall and banged the hell out of me there. I was going to attempt to give the Dickmaster a blow job, but decided I was simply not up to the task.

After we got out of the shower, the Wishmaster kept his promise and made my wish come true. I could never describe the intensity of it, so I won’t even try. It was the ultimate sexual experience to have a dick in my mouth, in my pussy, and in my ass at the same time. Miraculously, I was even able to walk the next day.

I called in to my job and told them I needed another day off. Much to my amazement, my boss didn’t have an attitude for a change. He even wished me a happy birthday, and it meant something even though his was a belated one.

I went home and crawled into bed. Scott was at work, thank goodness. I had no idea what to say to him, so it was just as well that he was gone. I slept all day and woke up with Scott standing over me, staring at me.

“So, Laura, have you thought about it?” he asked without so much as a hello first.

“Yes, I thought about it,” I lied. I hadn’t been thinking about anything but other men’s dicks since I had seen him last.

“And what’s your decision?”

I didn’t respond.

“Laura, I have been here for you for three years. If I haven’t proven that I love you, that I live for you, that I would die for you, then maybe I don’t need to be here.”

“Scott, I—”

“Fine, just forget it. Just remember that no man is ever going to love you as much as I do. Not ever.”

He was right about that. No one would ever love me as much as him, which is why I blurted out, “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

A huge grin spread across Scott’s face. “Really?”

“Yes. Want to pick a date?”

Okay, so maybe Scott isn’t perfect, but he’s all mine. I love him, and he loves me. We’re getting married in the spring, and I am actually looking forward to it. While the relationship might be lacking in certain departments, no one is perfect. This is as perfect as it gets, and if I ever feel like I need more, all I have to do is log onto
www.dickyoudowncrew.com.