TWI-122 Goose and Gander

FOREWORD

Even sex can be dull. I’ve attended so many orgies that now when they roll out the mattresses I go to sleep.

Now what I like is something different. Butch offered that to me for a while. He was tall, with thick, masculine arms. His long blond hair excited me as I ran my fingers threw it. He would do anything for me. He was my willing slave.

Then there was the farmer’s boy: he was a powerful young lad who loved to do “everything” in the water.

But the strangest time was when I was at the Carnival. A half dozen drunken youths took me by surprise. They tied me up and one after the other they raped me. I was their helpless victim. It went on all night long. I was exhausted, yet they didn’t care.

Finally he said he would let him put it in between his legs for $10.00… he offered Laddie 200 bucks if he would just let him grease everything up real good and he promised that if it hurt he would take it right out.

Boy, I could have told this kid a thing or two about that approach which will sure lead to a tore-up ass every time because there ain’t nobody going to pull out once they really get it in and get started and if he is a big strong guy who has got a tight hold on your tits-or maybe even literally got you by the balls—there’s no way you can get loose from him until he’s finished.