Both Ends Burning

"Joe, take off your clothes and lay face down on the towel." Ella said,
standing naked.

   Barb told Joe that this was how they started with the "Dork".  The night
they punked him.  He obeyed Ella.  He didn't see a dildo anywhere.  That
was good, he thought.

   Joe lay down.  Ella quickly slid over him.  Grasping his neck in the
full nelson hold.  She wrapped her legs around his tightly.  He was caught.

   "Isn't this cozy, Joe?"

   "Yes." Said Joe sheepishly.

   "Relax, Joe.  I won't hurt you.  As long as you don't fight it."

   Joe tensed.  "Don't fight what?" He thought!!??!!

   Ella began flexing, stretching Joe's body in the process.  She ground
her hips into Joe's ass and her wetness dripped onto him and down his ass
cheeks and scrotum.  He could feel a wet warmth seep into his asshole.  If
she meant to take him he would be well lubed.

   "Doesn't this feel good, Joe?  Haven't I always treated my bitch well
made you feel good?"

   "Yes, Ella."

   "That is why it is so difficult to understand your behavior, Joe.  I
need to teach you a lesson, bitch.  You need to understand I control you.
Literally.  Mentally and physically."

   "Yes, Ella."

   "Joe, you are going to get punked.  You know that, right?"

   "Yes, Ella."

   "Be good and it won't hurt.  I promise."

   "I'll be good, Ella."

   "Alright."

   Ella, got up.  She got the dildo from a file drawer and began rubbing it
along her crotch, getting it wet.

   "Kneel, Joe.  My dear punk bitch.  Kneel on the towel."

   Joe knelt.  Waiting.

   "You're going to take it in the face from me, Joe.  We'll leave your ass
for later, bitch, okay?"

   Joe was silent.  He thought she was speaking rhetorically.

   "Joe..?"

   "Yes, Ella." He conceded.

   Once Ella was satisfied with the wetness of the dildo she placed the tip
in Joe's open mouth and gave it a gentle shove.

   "Hold it there, Joe."

   The thing protruded seven or eight inches out of Joe's mouth.  Ella made
a mental calculation as she slipped into a pair of platform heels.

   "There that should do it.  That's about right."

   She strapped herself onto the dildo.  The heels giving her just the
right height to fit with the section sticking out of Her punk's mouth.

   "Ready, bitch?  Put your hands on my hips.  My hips - here on the side
not my ass, you cock eating punk-bitch."

   She lifted up on the toes of one foot, as though kick starting a
motorcycle, and came down on the rubber cock driving it into her punk
bitch's throat with a swift thrust as her weight remained on the balls of
her feet.  The cock still had an inch or two till the hilt was gone.  It
filled the bitch's throat already.

   She looked down at Joe, stroking his head with tenderness.  She had
expected him to flinch or get skittish, but he took it like a pro.  She was
proud of her bitch.  It was a picture perfect scene belonging on one of
those commemorative porcelain collectibles.  Joe looked up gratefully at
his conquering Boss lady.  She was so kind, he thought He could see the
pride her eyes as tears of gratification welled in his own.  He had
remembered what beautiful Barb had told him.  Don't panic.  Just relax and
breathe.  Blessed Barb she really did look out for him.  Her and Ella
alone. His twin goddesses.

   Ella looked down now with an expression that alerted him.  It said "Just
a little more bitch and the worst is over."

   With that she got on her tip toes and came down full on the face of her
obedient punk bitch.  The cock now fully penetrated the bitch's oral cavity
down through the esophagus.  The face bore the brunt of her weight as she
worked her pussy into the end of the toy.  She was masturbating.

   Juice spilled over the cock end on to the bitch's cheeks and chin as
Ella got her first orgasm out of the way.

   "Very good, bitch.  I've taught you well.  If you had shown this quality
of obedience before I may have spared you this humiliation."

   Joe blinked the tears from his eyes and tried to silently convey that he
knew he brought it on himself.  She was too good to him if anything.

   Ella managed to find an inch or two of play to work with and began
humping her punk's throat.  Joe was joyous to be able to accommodate Ella.
He felt validated.  He was a true bitch.  Now a punk.  He showed his
willingness to obey her every command.

   She wasn't finished.

   She unstrapped herself and led Joe to her desk, cock still in his
throat. The bitch had to keep his head tilted back so Ella guided him to
lay down across her desk face up.  Both his ass and head hung over the
edges of the desk.  Ella twisted the cock around and strapped herself in
again.

   "Now that we're warmed up, bitch, let's get to work."

   Joe was eager to prove himself worthy of her training as he looked up at
her fine ass from underneath Ella's crotch.

   Ella stood face-fucking her punk from a standing position.  Vigorously
thrusting the plastic cock at her petite yet powerful hips into his mouth
with all her weight and pulling it out again with great rapidity.

   Joe chuckled to himself as he heard the sounds coming from this action.
It was just as Barb said it would be--- funny sounding.  Barb was so good
to let him know what to expect.  He got a little emotional thinking about
her now.

   Joe realized as he chuckled that it created a slight resistance to
Ella's thrust and Ella gave a moan of pleasure at this.  The resistance
felt good on her clit.  Joe now deliberately tightened and released his
throat muscles to enhance Ella's pleasure.

   "Oh, you fucking punk ass bitch!  You are a natural.  Keep it up, punk.
That feels good!  Make me proud.  Make me cum.  Punk."

   A force pulled Joe's head downward slightly.  It was wonderful Barb. 
Sitting naked in the chair before him she reached out her lovely foot and
pushed her lovely toes against his forehead.  Joe couldn't wait to be able
to bow before Barb and paint those beautiful toe nails for her.  Look - he
thought to himself with punk pride - I'm multitasking.  While I'm taking
care of Ella I'm planning ahead concerning my punk duties.  Barb looked so
beautiful, upside down or not.

   "Didn't I tell you you'd like it once you relaxed, princess?"

   "You were so right, beautiful one!" He wanted to tell her.

   Barb held up another rubber cock, "See what I bought you, princess?"

   She had labeled it in marker "Punk Ass Bitch" and now held it so Joe
could read it upside down.

   "I put your name on it I guess you could say.  Also that is what it is
used for to Punk your bitch ass.  And that is what I am going to do once
I'm done lubing it up here.  I am going to punk your ass, bitch."

   Joe smiled.  Barb was so clever.  She really was wonderful.

   Barb strapped it on and went to work on Joe's punk ass.

   "She is so tender to me." Thought Joe as he felt the cock slide nearly a
foot into him.  His ass cheeks stretched apart as it entered him.  He heard
the ligaments in his hip joint creak like old wooden floorboards as they
too were stretched.

   "Watch it." Said Ella, noticing Joe's pecker throbbing wildly.  "Don't
let him cum yet."

   "What do you expect me to do?  Let him cum.  I don't care." Barb said.

   "Yes." Joe thought, "Let me cum.  Listen to the amazing amazon goddess,
let me cum."

   Ella grabbed Joe's cock by the root and pulled herself onto the desk. 
She now kneeled low over Joe's mouth while clamping her hand around his
prick and humping his face.

   "This will take care of it."

   Now Joe could see, not only Ella's beautiful ass, but also her feet in
her dominatrix style platform heels.  Their hard wooden soles kept clanking
carelessly against the sides of his skull as Ella punked his mouth hard. 
This got him even more excited than ever.  If not for Ella's grasp he would
have unloaded his spunk.

   Ella's juice slid down her bitch's face into his open nostrils and eyes.
The punk snorted to get air while blinking his eyes wildly.  Girl jiz
dripped from the punk's saturated hair onto the floor.  Sex steam filled
the air.

   Barb meant what she said about being gentle with Joe - after she gave
him something to compare it to.  She plowed the plastic pecker deep into
her punk's ass, pounding to get it in completely with the fewest possible
strokes.  Joe's ass ached.  "It's my fault." He thought.  "If I were more
relaxed, as I should be, it wouldn't hurt at all."

   Soon Barb's hips bounced off the bitch punk's ass cheeks.  She crammed
the whole thing in, packed solid.  Now she backed off.  She knew what she
wanted to hear and she knew how to make the punk whimper just right.

   Like a ventriloquist she thought of a sound in her mind and applied the
right pressure and -presto!- the punk moaned perfectly.

   Ella was about to cum again.  She knew that Joe had about a quart of
spunk backed up in his loins ready for her to release and she could see
Barb was about ready to shoot her girl goo also.  She keyed on Barb.

   Just as Barb closed her eyes and began to shudder, Ella released the
punk's backlog of jism.  Up it gushed in one long eruption of cotton thick
whiteness coating most of Barb's face with punk cum.  Ella shot her wad at
the sight of it.  The punk bitch screamed with joy, though packed for and
aft, at the sweet release.  The vibration gave strength to Ella's orgasm.

   Barb opened her eyes with the first flush of spunk just in time to see
the thick clear seminal fluid that signaled the end of Joe's reservoir wash
her tits like spunk piss.  She wasn't happy.

   "You filthy punk bitch!" she said as she treated Joe's ass to a flying
body slam of a punking.

   Joe knew he had it coming.  It was all his fault.  He had no right to
shoot himself on her.

   "Let me help you out, Barb." Said Ella, as she leaned over and started
licking the jiz off Barb's tits and face.  "Hmm.  That's not so bad.  Here
have a taste."

   Ella engaged Barb in a deep soul kiss, trading the bodily fluid of their
punk bitch between them while still both cramming him with their punk toys.

   Joe gave in to punk bliss.  He was having an out of body experience.  He
was in the deep blue neon light floating somewhere...  still feeling the
precious prongs of his twin penetrators but remotely.  The signals were
coming to him from far off.  He saw a celestial city of punkdom where he
had the right, the privilege, and the obligation of serving up his punk ass
to the anyone who chose to take him.  Anyone who made him hers anyone who
owned him- for as long she chose to punk his bitch ass.  Namely forever.

   He could hear her calling him.  How beautiful.  How thoughtful.  She
didn't call him punk or bitch but Joe.

   "Joe!  Joe!  Wake up!" Barb and Ella were slapping him.  Shaking him. 
Trying to rouse him.

   "Joe, are you alright?  You passed out there for a minute I guess your
air got cut off." Ella told him.

   "He's okay." Barb said.  "He almost got his punk wings for real this
time.  That's alright.  He'll get used to it.  Won't ya, punk?" Barb added
with a smile.

   Joe smiled back, "Yes, I will."

   "Enough talk.  I have to clean the "Punk Ass Bitch" dildo so kneel over
here, punk ass bitch, and lick it clean." And that's what the punk ass
bitch did.