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Picking and Choosing
by
Jethro Jodhpur
Chapter 14
I awoke from a peaceful sleep, stretched and listened for any sounds coming from the living room. Piggy was quiet as a mouse, which was just the way I liked it. I got up, did my morning routine and then went out to see how my guest was faring. My first look at Piggy's blistered ass gave me a start; it was swollen, almost uniformly purple and dotted with blood blisters that had broken open during the night. I mentally winced at what I'd created, and then consoled myself with the thought that it certainly would keep her in line until at least the time we got to Mexico. The more I thought about it, the better I felt. The girl had brought it down upon herself and so it was her fault for making me so angry with her disobedience, especially after all the work I'd put into turning her into someone who might be a money maker under the proper circumstances. I finally got my mind off that subject, a lucky thing for Piggy. In another minute or two I'd probably have started in on her for another round of butt busting, which might have put her out of commission for much longer than the week I estimated she'd be in pain from what she got last night.
Piggy nearly jumped out of her skin when I gave her a good morning swat on that big sore rump. I untied her so she could use the toilet and wash out her mouth. Then I ordered back to the coffee table so I could tie her up again. She started shaking like a leaf in a wind storm when she heard my words. I didn't have the heart to play mind games with her this morning, so I told her no more whipping unless she got out of line before we headed for Mexico. Once that was done I made breakfast and decided to pay Ginny a surprise visit.
Before I left my place I put a cold compress on Piggy's purple ass to reduce the swelling. Warning her not to make any noise or piss all over my carpet, I headed over to see Ginny.
I climbed the stairs to her apartment and pounded on the door. At first there was no answer, and so I pounded a little harder. I stood there and fumed to myself, thinking that perhaps I'd oversmarted myself by making this visit something of a surprise. I tried one more time, swore and stomped down the hall toward the stairwell. One flight down I ran into Ginny, making the slow climb upwards. She glanced at me from a few steps below, took a deep breath and invited me up to her place in a voice that was difficult to pick up. She did not look well at all, and I wondered if she'd been out all night hooking and was just getting back from her last customer's place. That proved to be the case.
As soon as we got inside, I went into overdrive, whacking her soundly across the back of the head and following up by tripping her to the floor. She went down hard and offered almost no resistance as I straddled her body and grabbed her hair in both hands. I banged her head against the floor a couple of times to get her attention. Ginny's eyes blinked rapidly as if she was trying to clear her head. I put my hands around her neck and started to choke her. Usually a dame will start making a fuss when that happens; this one merely acted as if she was too tired to struggle. I backed off, but kept her pinned beneath me. I feinted hitting her in the face and she shut her eyes in fear, but made no effort to protect herself.
"Too fucked out to defend yourself! What was it, a gangbang? Are you on something?" She ignored my questions, her eyes now open and very glassy. Something was definitely not right with this chick, but whatever it was, I wanted no part of it or her. I gave her a pinch on the cheek and a small smile just before getting up and preparing to leave. I was two steps from the door when she spoke in a slurred voice.
"Don't bug out on me. I've had a very bad night and I ache something fierce. Cut me some slack and let me catch my breath. I'm too sore now, but I promise I'll be real good to you once I get some sleep." I laughed and opened the door.
"I'll call you this afternoon and you better be ready to give me some answers to some very important questions. I'm not sure you're worth the trouble, but I'll give you one last chance before me and Piggy split for the West coast. With that I left her still lying on the carpet, her eyes staring up at the ceiling. I was sort of concerned about the condition of Piggy's ass, so I headed back to my place to see how things were progressing.
My little money maker was just where I left her and the compress had done a good job of reducing the swelling of her broad butt. It still was mottled, mostly in shades of purple, but it didn't look as nasty as earlier this morning. I untied her from the table and let her stretch her muscles and restore some of the circulation to that big body. One thing led to another and before I knew it, Piggy was kneeling between my legs busily applying some vigorous mouth to cock resuscitation as I sat on the couch. It was a bit strange to be settled back without anything bugging me while she polished my joint with enthusiasm and a technique that showed a great deal of promise for her future in porn. Rather than take this opportunity to give her a few pointers, I just laid back and pigged out on that hot, wet mouth as it gobbled away on my johnson.
It was just when I was on the verge of blowing a load of hot cum into Piggy's suctioning mouth that I switched gears and stopped being her customer and started being her mentor when it came to things sexual. Seconds later the first blast of boiling nut butter started filling her mouth. I reached down and held her head steady as I continued to empty my balls. Piggy's eyes stared up at me as if looking for some instructions on how to dispose of the salty mess that was making her cheeks puff out. I squeezed my hands against the sides of her head and grunted as the last of my sperm was tranferred from me to her.
"Whatever you do, don't swallow it! Now, I want you to swish it around in your mouth until I tell you to start gargling with it. Screw this up and I'll bust your ass until it explodes!" Now that was an exaggeration and I knew it. Piggy on the other hand had everything to lose and nothing to gain by not following my instructions to the letter. I almost laughed in the poor bitch's face as she dutifully moved the load of salty cum from one side of her mouth to the other, her eyes focused on my face, looking for further orders. I patted her head like she was a dog doing a trick and gave her a half smile. She nearly swallowed my load, that's how relieved she was to see me acting happy. I grinned and nodded before telling her to start gargling and make it good. Damned if she didn't put her head back and start making the most god awful sounds as she made that bucket of cum she had in her throat do tricks. She started to blow bubbles and that nearly blew my mind. Where the hell did she learn that little trick? I was caught off guard at her ability. Perhaps there was more to this lump of conflicted flesh than I realized.
Piggy finally gulped the mess down and smacked her lips. I was impressed and for her reward she got to take a shower. One thing led to another and I decided to join her. We started swapping spit as the warm water splattered off our bodies. The next thing I knew she had my cock in a death grip and was rubbing the head up and down her shaved slot. I was amazed to discover that she could do more than one thing at a time, as evidenced by her tongue whiich had turned into a snake and was poking around inside my mouth while my cock hardened from the gentle friction she was providing. I put my hands of her bruised behind and began a push pull action that got my cock even harder. She wiggled her plump body so that I began to penetrate her, the head going in maybe an inch or so every time I moved her broad ass so that our crotches merged.
This little dirty dance lasted a few minutes and then my little money maker slipped down on her knees and swalloweed my johnson to its root. I was stunned to put it mildly. Where had she learned all these tricks? Had my buddy, old Ralph, taught her these moves, or was she holding back to try to fool me that she wasn't a semi-pro? Frankly I wasn't that interested in what the answer was, since she had gotten me to a state of readiness that required some independent action on my part. Should I let her suck me off again or would it be smarter and more enjoyable to lean her against the wall and bang her brains out under the warm shower.
I tried a little half and half under the shower stream, but she had a tough time giving me her best effort due to the water that was sloshing all over her face and even getting up her nose on occasion. I could tell because she'd half choke and cough, creating some weird and wonderful sensations in my captured joint. We scrambled to get into a standng position with her backed up against the wall of the shower stall. Unfortunately this brought her very sore backside into play and after a few tentative thrusts that were less than my best she grunted and tried to push me away.
So we got out of the shower, made a half-hearted attempt to dry off and then I had her lean over and use the toilet lid to support her body while I was lining up my throbbing cock so I could begin nailing her doggie style. I made every effort to avoid slamming my groin into her purplish cheeks and most of the time I was successful. On the other occassions I got a charge from the way her cunt wouold clamp down on my cock whenever her bruised and battered bottom took a big hit. After a time we began to move in tandem and the feeling of her wet warm cunt massaging my johnson began to bring me closer and closer to spurting another load of blind swimmers into that hot boxof hers. I made the mistake of grabbing her plump hangers and felt how stiff the nipples were. This vote of confidence that Miss Piggy was thoroughly enjoying her pony ride took me over the top and I flooded her insides with a tidal wave of hot cum, at least that's the way it felt to this cowboy.
Following another shower that was heavy on the soap and water and light on grab ass, although Piggy did a nice job of cleaning up my cock and had it at half mast by the time we were done. We parked ourselves in the kitchen where Piggy inhaled a bowl of cereal and some fruit while I had some coffee and checked out her naked body. She still needed to lose at least ten and maybe even fifteen pounds before she went before the cameras. I remembered a contact here in the city who could provide speed, naturally for a price. I wondered if perhaps he might be willing to trade some speed for a piece of Piggy, or maybe Ginny. That got me to thinking about what to do with Piggy's roommate. I glanced at my watch and realized it was way too early to expect to hear from her. However I did ask Piggy if she still had a key to her old apartment, and she brightened up and nodded. I told her that I was going back to talk to Ginny and perhaps she ought to come with me so she could pick up anything she would need for our move to Mexico.
After applying another cold compress to Piggy's wounded butt, I told her to entertain herself while I took a nap. She gave me that look, implying that she would prefer having me do her once more instead, but I'd had enough pussy for the moment. So I went into my bedroom, shut the door and drifted off to sleep. The next thing I knew she was shaking me and saying it was time to get up. I remembered that her dress was still in the car, so I hiked down the stairs to retrieve it. When I returned, Piggy was all excited about the prospect of seeing Ginny and collecting her belongings. It didn't take long for us to dress and drive over to her former apartment.
I pounded on the door and got no answer, which didn't surprise me much. Ginny had looked wasted when I saw her this morning and my guess was she was still sleeping off whatever happened to her last night. I used Piggy's key to let us inside and she headed for the bedroom to check on her roommate. I followed at a more leisurely pace, not wanting to give the impression that I was at all concerned with Ginny's well being. Piggy was shaking her roomie, trying to rouse her. The woman hadn't even bothered to take off her clothing, but the way she was sprawled out gave me a good look at most of her legs and even revealed that she had left her panties at wherever she had been.
Ginny responded sluggishly to Piggy's attempts to wake her, so sterner measures were required. A couple of slaps across the face and a good shaking that made her look like one of those bobble head dolls got much better results. Obviously Ginny needed more stimulation, so with Piggy's help, we stripped her to the skin and half carried her into the bathroom for a brisk cold shower. I couldn't help but notice that her cunt was raw and swollen, and there were teeth marks on her tits and thighs. She'd been put through the wringer by person or persons unknown as they say in the mystery stories. I'd bet plenty it was the latter case or she had just had a close encounter with King Kong's little brother.
Once we pushed the slim blonde under the cold water pouring down on her from the shower head she came to life in a big hurry. She struggled and sputtered, trying to escape from the icy blast she was getting. I laughed and kept pushing her back into the stall, taking as many liberties with her pert tits and the rest of her sleek body as I could. Satisfied that she was now wide awake I allowed her to escape from the frigid flow of water and hop up and down on the tiled floor, searching for a towel to wrap around herself. I enjoyed the view, until Piggy came to her rescue with a large towel that she swiftly used to protect her naked body from my lustful stare. I had to admit that Ginny had the goods and I was being sorely tempted to include her in our little expedition to the West coast.
Later over coffee Ginny provided us with her version of what occurred last night. She had been picked up by this nice guy in one of the local bars and decided to let him have the pleasure of her company over at his place. Unfortunately for Ginny he had a pair of roommates who decided they wanted in on the action. Since she was outvoted three to one she did the only smart thing she could, she spread her legs and hoped for the best. A couple of hours and five loads of cum later, her trio of friends expanded to a quintet, and the new guys acted like they'd been in a monastery for the past five years and had a lot of catching up to do. She lost count of how many times she took it from the gang of guys, but from the way she felt afterwards, she may have set a new personal record. Worse still, towards the end the bunch started to get creative, first sodomizing her and then graduating to double and triple penetration which was done badly and caused her a lot of needless pain. I liked the idea of Ginny taking a cock in every hole, and added on to the fantasy by having a few more guys standing around beating off and shooting their loads all over her face and body.
Piggy started babbling about our impending move to Mexico and Ginny perked up and acted very interested. One thing led to another and after she swore that last night's adventure had made her see the folly of trying to make it on her own in a man's world, I relented and extended an invitation for her to join us on this great adventure. There were numerous reasons for doing this, some obvious and some not. Believe it or not, the idea of having a second driver to share the wear and tear of navigating across the country was numero uno at the moment. In her current condition, Piggy was useless since her bottom was in no condition for sitting for extended periods. Once we got to our destination I'd make a final call on keeping Ginny as a member of Team Piggy.
( To be continued )
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