Audio CD. Oscar Peterson - The Sound Of The Trio

God, how I hated them! Few sounds could be heard over the onlookers' heated approval. There was a terrible buzzing in my head. Whimpers of agony bubbled from deep inside me. The trio began to speed up. There wasn't any rest between jolts of searing hurt. The pain was continuous. Each cramp, each bruise, each burning stab, fell and melted into the next. It grew and grew. The blacks knew just how to milk the maximum out of me so the onlookers could get their jollies. I was young, fresh and healthy. I could take a lot of abuse from them. They took advantage of it and really worked me over. The gigantic cock in my mouth swelled. It grew longer. I heard a pop like a firecracker going off. My head felt like someone had blown my face off with a stick of dynamite. He had dislocated my jaw. I felt the jism clog my throat as it spurted into my mouth. My throat bobbed desperately, trying to work the sticky jizz down as my mouth drooped open. The fuck-juice gushed around my tongue. It pooled behind my teeth and ran out over my lips ...»