The Sex Kittens
by ibfeysaat18@gmail.com


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It's 1974 and I'm a 19 year old kid with a dream. I wanna be a star. I
never made it. This was as close as I got.

The Sex Kittens were coming to our town. 4 badass hot women who blew the
roof off every venue they ever played. These chicks could play! Everywhere
they went, the people rocked and had the time of their lives. But the
performances paled in comparison to the encore or after party. These babes
had voracious sexual appetites and the stories of debauchery were
legendary. I can assure you that these stories are true. I got invited to
one and I'm pretty sure I'll never be the same.

It's 1974 and my hair was shoulder length. I wanted to be James Taylor.
Tried my best to look like him. Jack, David, and I were dancing and singing
and trying to get noticed by the band. Halfway through the show a big burly
guy comes up to me and taps me on the shoulder. Karen, the drummer wanted
to know if I wanted to party with her and the girls after the show. My
friends weren't invited. They were jealous but also proud of their buddy.
They said "Kyle, it's a once in a lifetime dream. You gotta go. Bruno would
come and get me at the end of the show.

I couldn't take my eyes off of Karen as she beat the absolute shit out of
her drums. She was like a female John Bonham. Karen was hot. Dark brown
hair and eyes and muscles. Everywhere! Five foot 10 and 175 pounds of pure
Amazon power and beauty. She wore a headband and a sleeveless top. She had
thick black hair under her arms and she was perspiring profusely. She
looked like she was put on earth to fuck men stupid, slap em silly, and
pulverize the drums like nobody's business. I could only dream about how
intoxicating her womanly perspiration was going to be. I couldn't wait to
worship my Amazon queen and then fuck her silly. It would be more
appropriate to say that my Amazon queen made me worship her and then she
fucked me silly. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Bruno the Barbarian collected me and brought me to a waiting limo for a
quick drive to a mansion that the owners were more than happy to let the
Sex Kittens use. Me and 4 other guys who looked a lot like me were driven
to the McMansion. The 5 of us looked like a meal for the hungry lioness.
There was about 20 guys and the 4 sexy Sex Kittens there when we arrived. I
quickly determined that the guys fell into one of 2 distinct categories.
Long haired pretty boys like me and my car mates, and big strong mountain
men who could instantly quell any disturbances.

Karen introduced herself to me and Ron and shared her joint with us. She
wreaked of pot and a pungent perspiration scent. I was high as a kite in no
time. She took us by the hands and walked us to a huge bedroom with a king
size bed. I couldn't have cared less about Ron or anything else for that
matter. I just wanted to serve my Amazon queen. I couldn't wait to fuck my
smelly lumberjack.

She threw us on the bed with tremendous force like we were made of
feathers. She ordered us to strip. I didn't need to be asked twice. I
certainly didn't want to get on her bad side. I have an 8 inch cock and all
8 magical inches were saluting the woman drill commander. I couldn't help
but steal a quick look at Ron's cock. We just have to compare ourselves.
His wasn't as long, but it was thicker.

Karen peeled off her top revealing 2 big firm tits with big brown hard
nipples. She took off her pants too leaving her wearing just a pair of
soiled translucent panties. The prominent dark pubic triangle was very
visible. She crossed her arms in front of her and stood with her legs
spread.

"Kyle, crawl to me and kiss my toes and slowly work your way up to my left
armpit. I want you to worship my rancid armpit like it was the last pussy
you will ever see. Ron get down on your hands and knees and wait."

I quickly crawled to my Amazon and showered her left foot and all her
smelly toes with butterfly kisses and cat licks. I then slowly licked my
way up her leg leaving a trail of saliva until I reached the inside of her
leg at the bikini edge. I stopped and planted a big kiss on her heated
womanhood in the center of her panties. I then worked my way up her side
and even kissed and licked all 4 fingers and her thumb before burying my
face in her sweaty smelly armpit. I ate her out like my life depended on
it. Her funk and her dominance turned me on. She told Ronny to crawl over
and do exactly what I was doing,  only better on her other side.

Quickly, Karen was ready for more. This Amazon wanted to be fucked. And
fucked hard. I was just her guy. She told Ronny to go stand in the corner
and wait. She faced Ron and me and made quite the presentation of removing
her soiled panties. They were so sweaty and translucent, I had forgotten
she was wearing them at all.Then she looked at me and made me an offer I
couldn't refuse.

"Kyle, I bet you would like to fuck me. Guess what? I want to fuck you too.
Are you game?"

I don't know about you. But I thought I had just died and gone to heaven.
But again, I'm getting ahead of myself. Paul Bunyon's Amazon daughter
wanted to fuck ME! And Queen Kong was gonna fuck me stupid. Sorry, keep
getting ahead of myself. I assured her that I was her man.

"Go to the bed and get ready. You and me are gonna do some mattress
wrestling. All you have to do is pin me down and fuck me, stupid."

I was beginning to get just a little concerned. I wanted to hear her tell
me that she wanted me to fuck her silly or stupid. That's not what she
said. She called me stupid. "All you have to do is pin me down and fuck me,
(full stop) stupid. Uh-oh, I'm getting in over my head.

(By the way if you don't think punctuation is important remember this. It
is the difference between helping your Uncle Jack off a horse and helping
your uncle jack off a horse!)

Back to our story. We faced off in the middle of the king size bed in
position on our knees. Karen said "go" and just like that I lost. She
grabbed me, picked me up and body slammed me. Thank God it was a bed cause
she would have broken me in 2. She slammed me so hard,  I literally
bounced. She caught me in midair and body slammed me again. Then she pinned
me flat on the bed. 5 seconds and she had destroyed me. As I was about to
find out, that was the point. She pinned my arms under her knees and
slapped me silly. My face was like one of her drums. Hurt like hell but was
kinda fun. She moved forward and yelled "you lose. Eat me. Eat my stinky
sweaty filthy cunt. And you better not barf."

My field of vision was constrained to just her huge black bush. My lungs
were overwhelmed with her vile stench. My lips, mouth, and tongue were
drowned in her endless supply of sweat, piss, and drummer girl goo. Worse
yet, she must have had an Indian feast with fish and curry. Burritos for
dessert. Did I mention that she had feminine hygiene issues? She came. I
gagged. She came again. I dry heaved. She came again and again and again. I
suffered, suffocated, drowned  and mercifully passed out. I'm not sure,
maybe I passed away. I failed the audition.

I awoke to Karen slapping my face and Ronny administering smelling salts.
Karen was just getting warmed up and she still wanted to fuck. I got a
reprieve. A second chance. I was determined to do better. A moment later
she came back with 2 pairs of boxing gloves.

"You suck at mattress wrestling. Now we're gonna box. Winner gets to fuck
the loser. That way everyone wins. Are you ready?

Picture this. Kyle 5 foot 8 and 140 pounds and an 8 inch boner. Karen 5
foot 10 and 175 pounds of pure feminine power and destruction. It looked
like a mismatch. It was. She said Ding and performed a drum solo on me.

She was quick as a cat. And for the next 45 seconds she beat the absolute
fuck out of me. I was backed into a corner and she was holding me up. Her
speed was incredible. As a drummer her hands were faster than lightning.
Needless to say, she beat me to a bloody pulp and knocked me out long
before I fell. It was a quick brutal display of unmatched female
domination. As my life was flashing before me, I was coming to the sad
realization that I wouldn't be fucking my Amazon queen after all.

I awoke to Karen slapping my face and Ronny administering smelling salts
once again. Unfortunately, Karen no longer was wearing boxing gloves.
Instead, she was wearing the biggest baddest strap on dildo I had ever
seen. Uh-oh!

My Amazon queen was planning on fucking me after all. Just not in a way
that I was built for. Turns out that I really was built for it. That sweaty
filthy lumberjack grabbed my James Taylor locks and flung me onto the bed.
Then her left hand held me down by the neck and she pulled me up by my
balls with her right. Now I was face down and tushy up. My anal virginity
was in peril. And then it was history as were the normal functions of my
rectal cavity. She fucked your favorite wannabe rock star in the ass. She
ruthlessly raped yours truly. Soon she wanted to change positions so that
she could really humiliate me. Really? She flipped me onto my back and
folded my legs over my head. Wanna guess what she did next? If you guessed
that she slapped me silly and called me Betty, you win. As I was rapidly
bleeding to death my cock, remember my cock because I had forgotten all
about it, my cock was enjoying the prostate stimulation. She fucked me into
oblivion. I had never felt anything quite like that before nor had any of
my organs. My liver, spleen, colon, and rectum were permanently rearranged.
My prostate was throbbing. My cock was betraying me and then it happened. I
came like an elephant. I splattered the walls and splashed my own face with
pints, make that quarts of creamy goodness. And then I passed out again.

I awoke to Ronny administering smelling salts while some dude named Rocco
was fucking my lactating lumberjack. Except they were going about it in a
more traditional and socially acceptable manner. Rocco was hung like a
horse. That fucker had 14 inches of prime Italian beef. Rocco was young
dumb and full of cum. A moment later, Karen was young dumb and full of cum
herself.

Karen repositioned herself upon my face with explicit instructions to clean
her up. And I was becoming young dumb and full of cum too. As she crushed
me and rode me savagely, I ingested a quart of Rocco, a half gallon of
assorted Karen fluids, and the remainder of that burrito.

I awoke in some sort of a state institution. Karen and Ronny were nowhere
to be found. For the next 30 years they treated me to pills and electric
shock therapy. At least my dignity remains intact.