Turned On By DolcettWhen I read "spit roast wife" my mind flew to the drawings and works of Dolcett, or perhaps of Muki's Kitchen, which are classified as vore or "cannibal kitchen" ****. I've always admired the drawings, and I love the idea of being used for some ultimate pleasure. And of course, being ****** while "being processed" was too hot for words!
The second time I was "spit roasted" (in the manner described by this group), I was on a boat with a distant cousin and his roommate. We'd all drunk too much and I was making out with the roommate and he pushed my head down onto his ****. My cousin came topside and commented on how wet I was, and how much I must love sucking ****. He fingered me through the fabric of my bathing suit. I was so hot that I removed it while still sucking on his roommate's ****, a maneuver that both men appreciated. They called me a willing ****, which I loved. As the fingers got rougher, I moaned and sped up working on the friend, who told my cousin to do me harder, because the ******* was improving with every nasty, violent prod of my cousin's thick, meaty fingers.
I choked when I felt his big **** enter my ***** -- I actually fell forward and took his friend into my too-young throat. The roommate started ******* immediately, pumping my face as he hollered dirty things to me, threatening me to not to take my mouth off of his ****. It turned my cousin on to see his roommate lose it inside me, and I kept trying to yell at him to not *** in me, we were related (however distantly!). I know he got the idea, but it was hard talking with a **** in my mouth.
The man in my mouth had been softening after his ******, but the thought of my getting ******* by a relative must have done it for him -- he was up and hard in my mouth again. He told me later that he'd never felt anything like he did when my throat tightened around his growing cockhead.
I remember my cousin smacking my *** and laughing at me, calling me a **** and a pigwhore, and how he'd never want to create a genetic mutation. So he did the logical thing, and stuck his **** in my *** -- I screamed and cried and slobbered on his roommate's **** as he did it, trying hard to get away from him! I actually passed out from the pain and lack of air.
They both admitted that they loved ******* my struggling, convulsing, then limp body, and how they wanted to see me turing on a spit around their dicks while they hang out and drank beers ... and people wonder why I'm into Dolcett!
auroramaru 46-50, F 36 Responses 2 Oct 3, 2010