les histoires de chrislebo

Out in the van, Jennifer was growing increasingly impatient. She looked at her watch, then at the office door, than back at her watch. After twenty minutes of waiting impatiently, she reached for the door handle. "You kids wait here." she said. They were both engrossed in their music, and didn't pay her any attention. "I'm going to see what the hold up is about." She got out of the van and went up on to the office door. She hesitated outside the door. "Hello?" she called. Getting no response, she pushed the screen door open and went inside.

At first she didn't see anyone. Then, a slurping noise got her attention and she looked over to the area behind the reception counter. Jennifer saw the old man sitting back in his chair, head back and smiling. She took a few steps toward the counter, and that's when she could see the top of the head bobbing up and down in the old geezer's lap. The old pervert was getting a blow job! She almost turned around and left then, when she recognized who the bobbing head belonged to.

"Ben!" she fetishd out. "Ben, what the Hell are you doing!" She ran over to the counter and looked over it. Her husband was on his knees, sucking on the old man's now stiff cock. She stood still, staring at them, and the old man looked at her.

"He's good, sweetie," he said to her in a mellow voice. "He's very good."

Jennifer was speechless. She looked at the old man in disbelief. Looked at his face and noticed his bad eye. She found herself being drawn to that eye. Without realizing what she was doing, she lifted the gate and moved closer, staring at the milky blue orb. She was standing next to her husband, who kept slurping the cock, and she bent forward to look even closer. The pulsing light began again, and She felt her will power melting away.

Se knelt on the floor next to her husband, and pulled the old man's stiff prick from his mouth. She stroked it gently, savoring the feel and kissed the knobby head. Her tongue flicked out and probed the slit, looking for any pre-cum that might be welling up there. Then she engulfed the head and let it slide down her throat. She held the cock there momentarily, his balls resting against her chin, then let it slide back out until just the head was in her mouth. She swallowed him again, and again, and yet again.

"Your wife sucks cock almost as good as you, mister." the old man said to Ben. He looked at Jennifer's blouse. "Looks like she's got some nice tits under there." As Ben took the cock back into his mouth, the old man spoke to Jennifer. "Why don't you show me them tits, babe."

Wordlessly, she slid her top over her head and reached behind herself to unhook her bra. As her 36C globes came free and swayed in front of her, the old man smiled widely. "Them damned things are even better than Carmella's!" he exclaimed. "Stand up and let me suck on 'em."

Jennifer stood and bent forward. The man took her left nipple into his mouth and began to suck it noisily. As his tongue worked it, the nipple grew stiff, standing up like a big pink pencil eraser. He moved his attention to the other nipple and worked it over. All the while, Ben was still sucking his cock. He reached down and lifted her skirt up, so he could reach her panties. The old man pushed them aside and slid a finger into Jennifer's pussy.

"She's ready, Benny old boy," he said to Ben. "Why don't you stand by the counter and play with yourself while sweetie here sits on my cock."

Ben stood and moved back by the counter, unzipping his pants. He fished his cock out and began to stroke it, as Jennifer straddled the old man's lap. "Makes you all hot and horny to see the wife banging another guy, don't it, Benny?" the old man teased. Ben's cock grew stiff in response. Jennifer slowly lowered herself, reaching down to place his cock against her wet pussy lips. As her cunt began to swallow the cock, the old man smiled widely.

"That's it, you fucking bitch! Take that cock deep in your slimy fuck hole." She kept lowering herself until his cock was completely inside of her. "Now fuck old Ralph, nice and slow." Jennifer responded by carefully lifting up and then sliding down again. "Yeah," the old man moaned. He looked at Ben who was now furiously jerking off. "You can stop that now, big fellah." Ben stopped in mid stroke. "You just stand there with your hands at your side, and when I cum inside your wife's cunt, you'll cum without even touching yourself." He almost cackled. "That's because you get so excited watching her fuck like the slut she really is."

Jennifer continued to fuck Ralph, increasing her tempo. In spite of herself, she felt her first orgasm approaching. Ralph felt her pussy contracting and knew she was about to cum, so he grabbed her hips and slammed her down on his cock. As she felt her orgasm sweeping over her, Jennifer moaned loudly.

"And here I cum, you fucking cunt!" Ralph yelled as he felt the cum boiling up from his balls and racing down the length of his cock. "Yeah, yeah, yeah!!!" His cum spurted deep into Jennifer's womb, and she moaned and came again as she felt his hot seed being planted.

Ben, still standing by the counter with his hands at his sides, grunted loudly and began to shake. A thick white rope of cum erupted from his stiff cock, flying a full five feet before it splashed onto the floor. Spurt after spurt followed, as he pumped the contents of his balls onto the already stained carpeting. He had to support himself using the counter as he finished cumming, the last of his sperm dripping from the end of his cock.

"Way to go, Benny boy," Ralph crowed. "You just love seeing this whore getting fucked, don't you?" Ben nodded weakly at the old man. "Speak up, mister, I can't hear your fucking brains rattle."

"I love seeing you fuck that whore," Ben replied in a shaky voice.

"And you love old Ralph's fat cock, don't you bitch?" he looked at Jennifer.

Without waiting to be prompted she answered, "Ralph, I do love that fat cock of yours." She stood up and Ralph's softening prick slid wetly out of her dripping pussy. Ralph grabbed her blouse from the floor and wiped his cock clean with it, then tossed it to her.

"Got a great fucking idea," he said cheerfully. "Lets rent you a couple of rooms for the week, and you can stay here and party with old Ralph and Carmella."

Jennifer looked at him lovingly as she spoke. "We'd love to, but we have our youngren with us."

Ralph's smile grew even broader. "Hell, bitch, they can stay and play too!" He stood up and fixed his pants. "Now you get dressed and bring 'em in, while I get the keys for you." As Ben and Jennifer went out to the van, he reached for some room keys.

"It's been a while since we had a good party here."

Kyle was lying on the bed in his room, looking at the ceiling. "I can't believe we're staying here," he mumred to himself. "What a cuckolds brownie hole this place is." A cockroach scuttled across the ceiling and down the far wall. He picked up the remote and turned on the television sitting on the dresser across from the bed. As he flipped through the channels, some one knocked on his door. He sighed and slowly got up from the bed. It didn't have a peephole, so he unlocked the door and opened it s few inches, leaving the chain in place. Standing outside his door was a woman who looked to be 40 something, wearing a very short cotton skirt and a halter top, a cigarette hanging from the corner of her mouth. Standing next to her was the old fart who had checked them in.

"Can I help you?" he asked impatiently.

The old man looked at him and nodded. "Sure can, misterny," he said. "My girlfriend here needs to attention." He pointed to the woman with his thumb. "Wondering if you could provide the bitch with some stud service?"

Kyle was on the verge of slamming the door when he looked into the old man's face, and the light flickering in his artificial eye. Wordlessly, he closed the door, undid the chain, and opened it all the way to let them into his room. As the woman walked past him, she made sure she brushed against him. Kyle could smell her cheap perfume mingled with the cigarette smoke. He closed the door and turned to face the couple.

"This here is Carmella." the man said. "She aint much to look at, but she sure does have some big tits." He grinned at Kyle. "And she can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch." Still grinning, he added, "And she's the hottest bitch you've ever laid eyes on, ain't she, misterny?"

Kyle felt his cock stiffening as he looked at Carmella. He made a quick appraisal of the woman. She stood slightly taller than him, about 5 feet 9 or so, and probably weighed about 180 pounds. She had huge tits and a big round ass, with a noticeable beer belly. Her hair was a mousy brown and hung down past her shoulders with a greasy sheen. She had big pouty lips painted bright red, and her face was heavily pock marked, bearing testimony to a serious bout with acne in her youth. Her eyes were dark brown, almost black. All in all, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his young life.

Carmella walked over to him and dropped to her knees. She reached out and unzipped Kyle's fly, pulling his aching prick from its denim confines. She stroked it a few times and then took him in her mouth, smearing her red lip gloss along the shaft and the head. Kyle moaned and proceeded to cum right then and there, pumping his strong youthful load into Carmella's greedy mouth. She swallowed every drop, and then looked up at him. "Wanna fuck me, big boy?" she teased him as she stood and took his hand. She led him back to the bed and pushed him so he fell on his back. She pulled up her skirt, revealing the fact she wore no panties, and climbed on top of him. As she was placing her pussy over his still hard cock, Ralph waved to them.

"See you horny fuckers later." he opened the door. "I gotta go see if the boy's sister is as hot as her momma." He closed the door behind him and headed for the room next door.

Marsha was busy listening to her IPOD and never heard the key in the door. She hadn't bothered to fasten the chain when she had stormed into the room, totally pissed off at her stupid parents. She had thrown herself on the bed and shucked off her jeans, lying back in her halter top and thong panties, lost in the sound of her music. When she saw the shadow fall across her, she sat up quickly, ripping the headphones from her ears. Ralph, the nasty old man from the office was standing there, leering at her.

"What do you want you fucking old pervert?" she almost hissed at him. Ralph smiled at her and moved even closer.

"Now sweetheart, is that any way for a young lady to talk to her elders?" he asked in a soothing voice. She sat there, not sure if she should scream or try to run. She looked at his face to see if she could read the old man's intentions. He took off his weird glasses and looked directly at her. She found herself staring at that damned artificial eye. Staring at it as it glowed and pulsed. Staring at it, she felt herself relaxing, her fear draining away.

"Didn't your mommy and daddy aver teach you to be nice to old people, little girl?" Ralph asked as he sat down on the bed next to her. "You want to nice to old Ralph, now, don't you?"

Marsha nodded her head slowly in agreement. "Yes, I want to be nice." she said in a flat voice. Ralph's smile grew wider.

"Well, then, sweetheart. That's much better." He reached out and squeezed her right breast. "You got some right nice titties, you know." He squeezed the other like he was comparing them. "Not as big as your momma's, but not bad." He moved so his face was right in front of hers. "I'll bet you're a much better fuck than she was, though." He reached down and slid a finger under her thong and caressed her slit. Marsha moaned. "Are you a virgin, little one?" Ralph asked her.

Marsha shook her head. "No," she answered in a low voice.

Ralph stood up. "Take those clothes off for Ralph, honey. Let me see that body of yours." Marsha peeled off her top and then skinned off the thong. She sat there, naked. "Play with that pussy for me, darlin'" he told her. "Get it warmed up for this big fella." He unzipped his pants and took out his cock. Marsha reached down and began to finger herself, toying with her clit and sliding a finger inside of herself. "Nice," the old man hissed. He stepped forward. "Suck on my cock while you play with yourself." Marsha bent forward and took the old man's stiffening cock into her mouth. "Oooh sweetie, you done this before!" Ralph crowed as her head bobbed up and down. He took hold of her head with both hands and began to fuck her face roughly, jamming his cock all the way in until his balls slapped her chin. Before he came, he pulled his cock out and pushed her back on the bed.

"You on any birth control, honey?" he asked as he climbed between her splayed legs. She shook her head, wiping her mouth with her arm. "Guess we'll just pay our nickel and take our chances, then," Ralph laughed as he slid his cock into her wet pussy. He fucked Marsha with long hard strokes, making her grunt each time he slammed forward. "Cum for old Ralph, little girl. Cum all over his big ole cock!" He fucked her even harder.

Marsha was panting now, feeling herself on the verge of cumming. "Fuck me, oh God, fuck me!" she moaned out loud. And then it hit her and she screamed as she came. Her pussy spasmed, clenching and unclenching around his cock, milking it.

"Goddam!" Ralph yelled as he felt his balls ready to explode. "Here cum the baby makers!" he slammed into Marsha and held himself deep inside of her as his seed pumped from his rock hard cock to seek out her young egg. She could feel him spurting his sperm into her fertile womb, and she came again. "Gonna make a bay with my little sweetie," Ralph panted. "You want Ralph's baby, don't you little girl?"

Marsha looked at the old man and she knew it was true. She wanted to have his baby more than anything else in the world. "Oh yes, Ralph, make a baby in my belly," she moaned at him. She wrapped her long legs around his ass and pulled him close, holding his softening cock deep inside of her with his hot sticky load of cum.

Ralph shook his head in admiration. "Girl, your momma was a fine piece of ass, but you put her to shame." Marsha smiled at him proudly. "Sure gonna make it tough to choose which one of you gets to stay." Her expression turned quizzical as Ralph pulled out of her, his cock making a plopping sound. "You're tired now, though. Get some relax, and we'll work on it again tomorrow." He got off the bed and wiped his cock on her halter top, tossing it at her. As he headed for the door, Marsha yawned and rolled over. She was arelax before he got out the door.

Ralph went back to the office where he had left Ben and Jennifer. They were still standing behind the desk, motionless, looking more like mannequins that people. They were also stark naked. As he walked by Jennifer, Ralph patted her on the ass. "Nice" he muttered. He walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out a beer, twisting the top off and tossing it at the waste basket in the corner. He took a deep pull on it and sat down to look at the couple.

"Well, I can see that I have got some more testing to do before I make any decisions." He looked at Ben and then back at Jennifer. "Time for some entertainment while I recharge my batteries," he said to himself.

"Jennifer, get on your knees and suck your hubby's cock." She dropped obediently and took Ben's cock into her mouth. "But Benny, old boy, you won't be able to get hard no matter what she does. In fact, the harder she tries, the more turned off you will get." Ralph chuckled. "But baby, you want that hard cock so you can have him stick it in your pussy. You want it bad!" Jennifer was stoking and licking and sucking like a woman possessed, desperately trying to get Ben's cock hard. She sucked his balls and licked the length of his shaft, but he stayed soft.

"Ben," Ralph said, "you find this totally disgusting. You know only a sttreet slut sucks cock, right Benny?" Ben nodded. "And since Jennifer is sucking your cock, what does that make her?"

"She's a street slut!" Ben almost yelled and tried to pull his cock away from her. She held on frantically, trying to suck it. "You're nothing but a fucking whore!" Ben yelled at her, pushing her away.

"And you think she's pretty ugly too, don't you, Ben?" Ralph continued. "It actually makes you sick to your stomach when she touches you with them nasty hands, and puts her skanky ole lips on your prick, doesn't it?"

Ben began to quiver as Jennifer furiously sucked at his flaccid cock. He looked down at her and tried to push her away, looking pale. "Get the fuck away from me, ugly fucking bitch!" he yelled at her. "You make me want to puke!"

"But baby," Jennifer moaned. "I need your cock. Please!" she begged.

Ben staggered and fell back on the floor, and she swarmed on top of him. But try as she might, his cock stayed soft. Then, without warning, Ben vomited on her. Jennifer recoiled in disgust, and Ralph laughed so hard he almost fell out of his chair. Jennifer stood up, wearing whatever Ben had eaten earlier that day.

"Honey, there's a shower behind the office, though that door right there," he pointed. "Go ahead and get yourself cleaned up for the night." As Jennifer disappeared into the back, the screen door opened and Carmella walked in, looking haggard and seriously fucked out. A cigarette drooped from the corner of her mouth, and her clothes were in a state of disarray.

"That boy can fuck!" she stated. "I must have a quart of cum inside me right now." Carmella spread her legs, and Ralph and Ben could see some of Kyle's cum running down the inside of her thighs. Ralph looked at Ben.

"Now there's a beautiful woman, huh Benny ole boy?" He looked at Ben. "She's gorgeous compared to that slut you just chased out of here, isn't she?" Ben nodded. "Bet you're getting a stiffy just looking at her." nd sure enough, Ben's cock began to rise. "Go on, boy, give it to her right there on the desk."

Ben got up off the floor and Carmella bent forward on the counter. He came up behind her and placed his cock against her dripping pussy. As he slid into her, he reached around to fondle her tits. Ben's cock made squishing noises as it pistoned in and out of her cum filled pussy, and Carmella moaned loudly.

"He's better than his mister," she told Ralph. "A little bigger around and a little longer." She pushed back against his cock each time he plunged forward. It only took a few minutes before he was cumming. "Shit!" Carmella yelled. "I ain't got no more room in there for his cum," and as she said that, a steady stream of semen ran out of her and down her legs and into her shoes.

Ben collapsed on top of Carmella as he spent himself. "You are so beautiful," he whispered in her ear. "I love you."

Ralph smiled at the couple still joined on the counter top. "Why don't you two love birds go to bed." He listened to the shower running. "I'll bunk with ugly old Jennifer tonight, Ben."

Ben looked at Ralph gratefully. "Thanks," he said "I really owe you for this." He and Carmella got off the counter and went out the door to his room, arms around each other. A trail of cum followed Carmella like the slimy track of some slug.

"You sure do," Ben said in a low voice. "And I aim to collect."

The next morning, Ralph had everyone formed up in the lobby. He surveyed them with a critical eye. Ben stood next to Carmella, his arm around her shoulder. The kids, Kyle and Marsha stood by, waiting to see what was going to happen next. Kyle stealing quick glances at Carmella and licking his lips. Marsha seemed to fixate on Ralph's crotch. Jennifer stood to one side, looking undecided as to what she should do.

"Well folks," he said to the group. "This is the last time we'll be together. Gonna send you off and let you get back home." He sighed. "It's been a lot of fun," he looked from Jennifer to Marsha. "You two babes are the hottest pieces of ass I seen in a long time." The two women brightened visibly. Ralph continued. "But before we go our separate ways, it's time to make a choice as to which one of you honey's gets to take Carmella's place here with old Ralph."

He got up out of his chair and walked over to the group. "Think that we'll use the old cocksucker test to decide this one." He stopped by Marsha and Kyle. The brother and sister looked at him expectantly. "Marsha, baby, you're gonna suck Kyle's cock. You've been wanting to do that for years, and now you get your chance. " He looked at Kyle. "And you've been dying for her to suck you off, ain't you misterny?" Kyle nodded eagerly as he unzipped his pants. As he fished out his cock, Marsha dropped to her knees and took hold of it.

"Now just wait 'til I tell you to start!" he scolded them. Turning to Ben he smiled. "You get to have Carmella suck you off, Benny boy." He chuckled. "Don't really matter, just don't want you to feel left out while Jenny babe sucks me off." He gestured to Jennifer who followed him back to his chair. Ralph sat down and she quickly open his fly and pulled his cock out. "Just hang on, baby, while I explain the rules."

Ralph sat back as he spoke. "Every so often, someone comes through here, lost and confused. Last time that happened was about two years ago. Carmella and her boyfriend came by and ended up stayin' for a few weeks, as it turned out. When he left, my old gal Annie went with him, and Carmella stayed with me." He nodded to Carmella who was on her knees, waiting to suck Ben's cock. "She's been providin' me with female companionship ever since. Then you folks came by, with these two hot bitches, and I knew it was time for another trade."

"So here's how it's gonna go. Whichever of these babes makes her guy cum first will be the winner and gets to stay with Ralphie until who knows when." He paused. "All right then, on my mark," he smiled. "Ready, set, suck!"

Jennifer dove down on Ralph's cock, swallowing the entire length in one gulp. Then slowly letting him slide out. He felt himself stiffening immediately and groaned. "Damn, girl, I ain't got hard that quick in years." She bobbed her head up and down frantically, her tongue working its magic on the underside of his shaft. Ralph lay back and enjoyed the best blow job he'd had today.

Across the room, Marsha was using a slower tempo as she sucked Kyle's cock. She had pulled his pants down and played with his balls as she slurped his hard prick. Kyle encouraged her. "That's it sis, you are one hot cock sucking bitch!" he moaned. "You're gonna make me cum in no time." Marsha let his cock slip from her lips and carefully sucked one of his balls into her mouth. She teased it with her tongue before releasing it and then taking the other one in.

Carmella didn't say anything as she worked Ben's cock in and out of her mouth, her painted red lips sliding up and down the length of his shaft. Ben stood motionless, his eyes closed, muttering "Love you, Carmella, love you," over and over. When he opened his eyes, he looked at his wife sucking Ralph's swollen manhood. "Go on, you ugly fucking slut. I want you to win this contest so I can get rid of your skinny nasty ass!" Jennifer flipped him off as she continued to make love to the massive cock in her mouth.

"By the way," Ralph interjected. "In order to prove the guy has really cum, he has to cum on his woman's face." He looked down at Jennifer. "You love facials anyway, babe," he told her. She smiled around the cock in his mouth and reached up to pull his pants down to his knees.

"Im almost there!" Kyle panted as Marsha kept working his prick in and out of her mouth. She was drooling down the front of her blouse. "Gonna do it!" Kyle yelled.

Ralph felt himself getting close, but thought for sure that the young man would get off before he did. That's when Jennifer pulled out all the stops and rammed her finger up his ass. With a yelp, Ralph felt himself cumming. He almost forgot to pull out of Jennifer's mouth, but he stood hastily and grabbed his erupting cock. His fist spurt hit her in the middle of the forehead and ran down her nose. The second hit her chin and the third fell on her halter top. He fell back into the chair.

Kyle blew his load next, splattering his gooey load into Marsha's right eye and then her cheek. Marsha grinned and scooped his cum from her face and into her mouth, swallowing it greedily. "You taste fucking great," she told him, licking her lips. "We should have done this sooner." Kyle smiled back at her. "We'll just have to make up for lost time."

Ben came last, but he left his cock in Carmella's mouth, pumping his load down her throat. "Hey," Kyle protested. "You were suppose to cum on her face!" Ben smiled warmly. "I wouldn't treat the woman I love that way," he said, taking Carmella's hand and helping her up. He kissed her full on her scarlet lips, ignoring the taste of his own cum.

Ralph laughed out loud from his chair. "This is gonna work out just fuckin' great." He announced. "By the way, did I mention that I'm also the Justice of the Peace here?" He got up and went over to the desk and pulled some papers out of the drawer. "Ben, Jennifer has already signed the uncontested divorce papers, mutually irreconcilable differences is the correct term." He held out a pen toward Ben. "Just sign right here and we'll get this finalized," he smiled. After Ben had signed, he carefully folded the papers and put them in an envelope. Then he pulled out another paper.

"And here we seem to have a marriage license for you and the lovely Carmella." He turned to Jennifer. "Would you and Marsha care to be witnesses to the ceremony?"

LAETITIA KAMEL ET ABOU




Le soleil chauffait déjà la maimister , en tee-shirt blanc et jean Laeti finissait mister café lorsque la misternette retentit.
Du vidéophone elle reconnut la face d’un de mes potes Kamel, un arabe de la zup du coin avec un petit black.

-Yo Laeti , je viens récupérer le film que Franck m’a taxé ouvre nous la porte.

Laeti ne supportait pas ce lascard, sa façon de parler, de faire mister macho. Elle se rappelait que ce matin je l’avais averti de mister passage pour reprendre basic instinct.
De très mauvais cœur elle appuya sur l’interrupteur ouvrant le portail à Kamel et Abou. Elle leur ouvrit la porte et laissant Kamel enter dans la maimister, elle sentit mister regard se porter sur ses seins et réalisa que n’attendant permisterne elle avait mis un tee-shirt blanc échancré et moulant sa grosse poitrine.

Le regard de Kamel se figa quelques seconde sur le décolleté puis il descendit sur mister ventre jusque sur mister sexe moulé dans ce jean qu’elle aimait tant mais qui aujourd’hui lui serrait outrageusement le ventre et les fesses dessinant précisément ses lèvres.

Tandis que Abou entrait lui aussi, un rictus mauvais se dessina sur les lèvres de Kamel. il se rapprocha d’elle pour lui taper la bise mais elle se détourna se déplaçant en direction de la télévision.

- Elle est dans le magnéto, sert toi dit elle en montrant le magnétoscope dans la petite porte sous la télé.

Les deux alcolytes traversèrent mon salon , Kamel alla vers le magnéto et Leati fut surprise qu’il alluma la télé et le magnéto se saisissant de la télécommande de la télé dans la main. eati se rapprocha de lui lui demandant ce qui faisait lorsque Kamel, tournant la tête, pour lui répondre qu’il vérifiait que se soit bien mister film, vit la stupeur sur le visage de Laetitia, sa bouche était grande ouverte, ses yeux exorbités, mister visage blêmissait à vu d’ œil.

Abou aussi était ébahi par les images qui défilaient sur la télé.

Kamel retournant la tête comprit et lui aussi fut saisi des images à l’écran .
Deux femmes étaient nues, une grande brune d’une quarantaine d’année des petits seins était derrière une autre fille, châtain, plus petite, avec une grosse paire de seins.
Ses jambes grande ouverte laissant voir sa chatte presque rasée à part une fine bande au milieu de mister sexe et la femme derrière elle qui la sodomisait avec un gode ceinture.
La petite aux gros seins sur l’écran était ma copine qui apparaissait aux yeux de ses deux lascards nue en train de se faire sodomiser par une autre fille, se faisant traiter de tous les noms par Véronique, se faisant maltraiter les seins et elle y répondait crûment criant mister plaisir.

Leati repris ses esprits et dans un geste de réflexe se jeta sur la main de Kamel tenant la télécommande. Mais il fut plus rapide, il esquiva Laeti la poussant vers la télé. Elle en profita pour éteindre le poste et fermé à clé le meuble télé avant que kamel et Abou ne réagissent et la rattrappe elle avait déjà glisser la clé du meuble dans mister jean.

- Donne cette clé, lui ordonna Kamel

- Non ,non, jamais, allez vous en maintenant.


Kamel lui tenait le bras gauche, l’autre main de Laeti étant sur sa poche droite ou se trouvait cette clé.

Abou, un peu à l’écart revenait à lui abasourdi de la situation. Les images qu’il avait vu était digne d’un film de cul et mieux même le plaisir transpirait tellement de ces images. Sa bite se dressait dans mister short formant une barre horizontal.

- J’y crois pas, dit il t’as vu comment elle aimait ca se faire défoncer le cul par l’autre pute. J’aurais jamais cru voir quelque chose d’aussi bandant, elle est trop bonne cette chienne, il a trop de la chance Franck. Putain j’en connais un packet qui payerai cher pour la tringler cette pute, dit Abou.

- On va prendre un de ses pieds en te sautant, en pinant ton si beau cul, se disant sa main se posa sur une fesse de Laeti qui aussitôt répliqua en envoyant la sienne sur la joue de Kamel qui claqua, laissant une marque rouge de ses doigts sur mister visage.


Kamel, lui lâchant le bras se frotta sa joue meurtrie, Abou se jeta sur Leati lui saisissant les bras et les croisant dans mister dos la maintient alors que Kamel reprenait ses esprits. Leati se débattait leur criant de la lâcher réussit a se libérer de l’emprise de Abou qui revenait à la charge lorsque Kamel le stoppa, un rictus mauvais en travers du visage.

- Laisse la moi, dit il se rapprochant doucement de Laeti avec un sourire mauvais.

- Tout doux ma belle, allez soit gentille, tu vas voir tu vas aimer, tu va crier encore pus fort qu’avec ta pute, je suis le roi de la sodomie moi, tu vas te pâmer de plaisir crois moi, aller viens la.


Il lui tournait autour, Laeti esquivant ses tentatives de saisie.


La misternette du portail retentit.

Abou fonça et vit a l’interphone un homme costaud d’une quarantaine d’année roux les épaules carrées, un stature de rugbyman.

- Putain y a un grand mec balaise, un rugbyman roux, ca craint viens on se tire.

- C’est mon voisin, il va vous péter la tronche.

- Kamel sourit : t’es sur ? je crois plutôt qu’il va casser ton petit cul ui aussi quand il aura vu ce film et se faisant il sorti a cassette du magnéto mort de rire. Abou ouvre lui qu’il voit sa voisine couiner sous les coups de pine de sa copine., dit Kamel

- NON, attend dit Leati fais pas ca dit elle se jetant sur l’interphone et repoussant Abou du bouton d’ouverture.

- Ok dis Kamel débarrasse toi de lui et après tu sera bien sache ok ?

Elle décrocha le combiné et répondit à Eric qui ayant entendu des cris par la fenêtre ouverte, venait lui demandé si elle avait un problème.

- Non, non tout va bien, j’ai mis la télé un peu fort pendant que je faisais le ménage tout va bien désoler que tu te sois dérangé pour rien mais merci quand même.

Kamel en profita pour glisser sa main sur le ventre de Leati collé au mur d’entrée. il suivit le dessin de la poche et tenta de glisser ses doigts pour récupérer la clé du meuble télé. Mais le jean était trop serré, il ne pouvait y introduire sa main, surtout dans cette position Laeti se défendant de sa seconde main. Par contre il sentait le contour du slip et des lèvres de Laeti qui suivait le voisin le remerciant de s’être déplacer en vain.

Alors qu’Eric tournait le dos et retraversait la rue chez lui, Kamel remontait ses mains sur les seins de Laeti, glissant sous mister tee-shrit, caressant mister ventre, passant sur mister soutien gorge.

Leati se retourna repoussant Kamel

- Lâche moi, ne me touche pas, dit elle

- Donne moi la clé

- Jamais, allez assez jouer, partez maintenant

- Si tu me la donne pas je viens la chercher, dis Kamel, les yeux sur le sexe de Laeti, moulé dans mister jean, déformé par la petite bosse de la clé.

Abou revenait vers eux après avoir fermé les fenêtres afin de ne plus avoir de visite intempestives.

Leati glissa sa main dans sa poche défiant du regard mister adversaire et protégeant mister bien.
Kamel la saisi et la soulevant la jeta sur le canapé du salon.
Leati se recroquevilla en boule sur elle même, sa main droite toujours dans la poche et sa gauche en protection les jambes repliées sur le ventre.

- Viens la tenir abou, dit kamel, bloquant les jambes de laeti en s’asseyant sur elle.

- LACHE MOI LACHE MOI HA HA HA.

- Crie pas trop fort si tu ne veux pas que ton voisin se joigne à nous, je suis sur qu’il doit fantasmer sur toi, il doit baiser sa femme en pensant à tes obus, à ton cul, à ta bouche de pute, non ?

Leati cessa de crier mais pas de se débattre alors que Abou lui avait saisi les poignets.

- Retourne là Abou,dis Kamel, met la sur le dos.

Abou replia les bras en croix sous les seins de Leati, les pressant sur ses mains tandis que Kamel lui tendait les jambes les immobilisant sous mister poids lui donnant accès à mister ventre et à ses poches .

Il saisi la poche avec ses mains écartant aux maximum l’entrée pour introduire sa main. Les mouvements et la moulure du vêtement lui empêchait toute progression.

Abou cria, Leati venait de lui mordre l’intérieur du bras lui permettant de libérer ses bras, elle repoussa Kamel, en vain, qui lui saisit l es poignets le temps que Abou reprenne ses esprits et reprenne un poignet dans chaque main.

- J’y crois pas elle m’a mordu la pute, elle m’a mordu tu te rends compte, je vais lui défoncer la gueule à cette chienne, je vais lui péter toute les dents.

- Calme toi, mieux vaux ton bras que ta bite non ? aller tends lui les bras et retourne la sur le ventre je n’arrive à rien comme ca.

Leati était allongée sur le ventre les bras écartés et retenus par Abou tandis que Kamel était assis sur ses mollets entravant les mouvements de ses jambes.Kamel passèrent ses mains entre le ventre de Laeti et le canapé en direction de ses poches. Laeti appuyait mister ventre contre le canapé s’écrasant sur sa main l’empêchant de se saisir de la clé mais appuyant mister sexe sur lui qui sentait les contours de ses lèvres, de mister slip, de la clé inaccessible. Il lui appuya sa main sur mister pubis, palpant ce sexe qu’il avait vu quelque minute plus tôt sur la télé. Il pinça les lèvres lui ordonnant de lui donner la clé, faute de quoi il irait la chercher lui même. Incapable de bouger autre chose que mister ventre Laetitia ne pouvait la lui donner et elle fut saisie de terreur lorsqu’elle sentit la main de Kamel qui s’insinuait le long de mister ventre sous le jeans sur sa culotte.

- J’y arriverais mieux en baissant ton jean alors dis Kamel, insérant sa main sous la ceinture de mister jean, ses doigts enlevant le premier bouton du pantalon.

- ARRETE NON PAS CA STOP.

- Fais la taire Abou.

Abou tordit les bras de Laeti dans mister dos les tenants d’une seule main et lui bâillonnant la bouche de l’autre.
Kamel continua sa progression et Laeti impuissante sentie sa main ouvrir un par un les boutons de mister jean. Kamel saisit le haut du pantalon de ses deux mains et le baissa sur les fesses. Etant serré, il résista et Kamel du s’y reprendre à plusieurs fois avant de baisser ce vêtement sur ses chevilles. Elle était sur le ventre un noir tenant ses bras dans mister dos la bouche bloquée, un arabe sur ses mollets, leur offrant la vue de mister si joli cul nu sous leurs yeux affamés.
- Mortel il est encore plus beau qu’à la télé, bordel je suis au paradis, je bande tellement que ma bite va péter, lança Abou.

- Hum j ai hâte de planter ma teub dans ce fion, j’ai jamais vu un cul de blanche aussi rebondi, regarde comme il est rond, beau, et chaud comme du bon pain dit il en riant.

Il glissa sa main sous le ventre de Laeti et récupéra la clé de sa poche. Se faisant il sorti sa main effleurant mister sexe avec cette clé et se dirigea vers le meuble, ralluma la télé, réinséra la cassette et le film repris.

Abou tenait toujours Leati appuyée sur le ventre, les bras dans le dos et tournant la tête il pu profiter des images de Laeti à quatre pattes, les fesses en l’air se faisant sodomiser par Marc le mari de Véro.
Il lui prenait le cul vigoureusement, balançant les seins de Laeti, en rythme avec ses boules s’écrasant sur mister cul grand ouvert.

- Lâche-la Abou et mate un peu comme ses seins balancent, t’as vu ses mamelles elle est vraiment bien gaulée, putain, je salive déjà de bourrer cette femelle.

- Viens la Leati, mets toi à quatre pattes, je vais te faire bouillir le fion .dis Kamel en allant dans la cuisine. Il revient quelques secondes plus tard un morceau de beurre dans la main.

Les larmes aux yeux, Leatia avait remonte sa culotte et mister jean. Elle vis Kamel le beurre dans la main, elle le supplia de ne pas faire ca.

- Tu ne vas pas me dire que tu n’aime pas ça te faire sodomiser, à moins que tu sois raciste, que tu préfère les blancs c’est ça ? Sache que nous les musulmans, nous sommes les rois de la sodomie, on encule tous le monde chez nous. La virginité est sacrée alors on baise par le fion et moi j’ai initié toutes les filles de la cité je suis le number one. Tu vas bientôt me supplier de ne pas arrêter. Fais moi confiance je vais y aller doucement tu vas adorer. Aller mets toi a quatre pattes les fesses en l’air.

Il posa le beurre sur a table et la soulevant, la posa par terre. A genoux elle se laissait faire comme une poupée de mister. Il lui courba le dos la mettant a quatre pattes, lui redescendit mister jean et sa culotte et écartant ses fesses enduit sa raie et mister anus de beurre, lui introduisit mister majeur le faisant coulisser dans ses fesses, huilant les parois de mister cul.

Abou se leva il tenait sa bite dans la main, se branla devant le spectacle de ma femme, le cul à l’air, à quatre pattes, un doigts dans le cul, mister tee-shirt laissant voir ses mamelles et mister soutifs. Il frotta sa teub sur la joue puis sur les lèvres de Laeti.
Pour la première fois de sa vie elle goûtait au sexe d’un noir. Outre le goût d’urine, il était plus épicé que ce qu’elle connaissait.
Kamel avait maintenant deux doigts qui branlaient mister cul et un troisième s’insinuait. il la travailla deux trois minutes, s’enduisant le sexe de beurre de mister autre main.
De l’autre coté, Abou avait saisi la tête de Laeti et lui baisait la bouche à grand coup de rein.
Enfin Kamel retira ses doigts et présenta mister gland à la porte de ses fesses.

- On y est ma belle, tu vas prendre ta première bite circoncise. Tu vas voir comme tu va aimer, nous les circoncis, on a le gland moins sensible, on tiens beaucoup plus longtemps.

Abou venait de jouir dans la bouche de Laeti et se retirant vient voir la queue de mister pote powerr le fondement de cette blanche. Millimètre par millimètre, Kamel engouffra mister gland dans l’antre secret . Un tiers de mister sexe était à l’intérieur de Leati qui ne réagissait pas comme ailleurs de mister corps. Il cessa de pousser et, lui écartant lui les fesses, dis :

- T’as vu ça Abou, on dirait une flèche dans sa cible, en plein dans le mille. on m’aurait dit que je baiserai un jour un si beau cul, j’y aurais pas cru. Il caressa ses globes doucement remontant sur mister dos et par petits mouvements, appuyait puis tirait mister sexe le faisant coulisser de quelques millimètres sur l’anus et le sphincter de Laeti . Ce mouvement lubrifia encore plus et bientôt ses boules se frottèrent contre les lèvres. De nouveaux il se figea, profitant de cet instant, appuyant aux maximum mister sexe dans le fion, il écrasant ses boules sur le sexe de Laeti, ses poils chatouillant ses lèvres.

Alors il retira sa bite, lentement, savourant la vue de sa queue s’extrayant de ses fesses. Laissant juste mister gland à l’intérieur, il replongea petit à petit, ses boules venant s’écraser sur sa vulve. Il bougea mister bassin de gauche a droite, frottant sa teub sur les parois serrant sa bite comme un fourreau. Puis il recommença pendant plusieurs minutes, rajoutant du beurre au fur et a mesure, si bien que maintenant sa queue glissait sans résistance. Alors il accéléra légèrement le mouvement sortant et entrant mister sexe sur toute sa longueur. A peine mister gland passait l’anus qu’il le replongeait dans la chaleur de mister cul qui restait maintenant ouvert, semblant appelé ce barreau de chair. Inconsciemment il réagit, et Kamel sortant un énième fois mister gland de ce cul, le vit s’avancer afin de ravaler sa bite.
C’est le signal qu’il attendait elle était prête. Maintenant il allait pouvoir l’enculer comme il aimait tant le faire.
A genoux derrière elle, les mains sur les hanches, il sortit sa teub de ses fesses et se redressant, lui dit, alors que Abou pistonnait toujours sa bouche :

- Allez pasmisters au chose sérieuse, tu vas comprendre pourquoi on m’appelle le roi de la sodomie.

Il plia ses jambes et écartant mister cul pointa sa rondelle et s’engouffra de tout mister poids dans ses reins, lui saisissant les cheveux d’une main, l’autre sur mister pubis. Il la pénétrait en se servant de la power de ses cuisses, de toute la longueur de mister sexe, d’un rythme moyen. Sa queue bien huilée entrait et sortait sans résistance, juste ce qu’il faut pour sentir ses parois sur sa peau et sa chaleur.

Abou maintenait collé contre mister ventre le visage de Laeti, sa teub au fond de sa gorge, il déversa mister jus en criant sa jouissance.

Kamel part sa position pouvait accélérer le rythme à sa guise. Il imprima un violent coup d’accélérateur provoquant un balancement du corps de Laetia et un claquement de ses burnes contre ses fesses.Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, une dizaine de coup rapide. Les seins de Laeti se balancèrent de gauche à droite, bas en haut, en réponse à ses assauts.

Abou se retira et vient profiter du spectacle. Sa queue, ramollit de cette pipe, se redressa aussitôt et Laeti elle même reprit ses esprits.
Elle ressentit ses seins qui se durcissait, et qui sous le balancement, lui envoyait une onde de douleur, d’être emprimisternés dans mister soutif en dentelle. Sa bouche recrachait le sperme de Abou, le goût de sa bite et de mister jus se révélait à ses papilles.Comme une automate ses esprits se réveillèrent, elle sortit de sa torpeur, se rappelant les événements précédents. Elle comprit que Abou avait juté dans sa bouche, lui baisant ses lèvres et qu’elle était à quatre pattes sur le carrelage, les fesses nues, et Kamel, le pantalon baissé, lui tirant les cheveux en arrière, une main sur ma motte nue, et sa bite dans mister cul, ses boules frappant ses fesses. Malgré elle mister corps répondait positivement à ce viol. Et sans qu’elle le contrôle, ses seins réagissaient au plaisir que lui indiquait mister sphincter et ses fesses aux assauts de Kamel. Elle devait le reconnaître, il savait y faire, et elle sentait le plaisir et l’envie de cette pénétration.
Dans mister dos Kamel ressentit les petits mouvements inconscients des hanches de Laeti qui accompagnaient ses mouvements, il lui tira un peu plus les cheveux en arrière, relevant sa tête aux maximums.

- Ca te plaît, hein, t’en veux encore, tu vas être servi, dit il.

Il lui pistonna le fion prenant appuie des deux mains sur ses reins. Ses couilles s’écrasait sur ses lèvres, les fouettant en rythme avec le balancement de ses seins dont les pointes dures et sensibles se frottaient sur la dentelle de mister soutif.
Sa bouche grande ouverte, rejetée en arrière, aurait dans une autre circonstance hurler la jouissance qui montait et irradiait ses fesses. Son rectum se contractait sur la bite de Kamel, la branlant de l’intérieur, comme pour lui extraire mister jus, sur la longueur de sa teub.
Accélérant encore Kamel balança un dernier coup de rein envoyant sa queue qui semblait avoir grandit d’encore quelques centimètre dans le fondement de Laeti il juta mister sperme dans mister cul.

- Ho putain quel pied, haaaaahaaaaa cria Kamel en jutant.

- Trop bandant Kamel, ses baloches et mister cul qui bougent sous les coups de ta teub, trop fort . Laisse moi la place que je pine mister fion, dit Abou, se levant du canapé d’ou il se branlait en profitant du spectacle de mister pote sodomisant cette blanche au corps de rêve.

Kamel après plus de 20 minutes de pine sortit sa teub des reins de Leati qui n’avait toujours pas bougée baissant juste sa tête et refermant sa bouche. Son cul resta ouvert et Abdou entra comme dans du beurre malgré que sa bite soit plus grosse que celle de Kamel elle était moins longue. Le travail de mister pote et le beurre facilitait la pénétration. Il entra de toute sa longueur d’une traite sans résistance. Il imprima tous de suite un rythme important à sa sodomie. Ses burnes martelaient le sexe de Laeti dont les seins se balançaient au rythme des coups de reins.

Les yeux fermés, la tête basse, elle attendait, soumise la fin de mister viol qui arriva moins de deux minutes plus tard.
Abou jouit rapidement dans mister cul si bandant, ne pouvant contrôler sa pulsion à baiser un si joli cul. Il déchargea le plus loin possible dans mister fion, poussant comme s’il voulait entrer ses burnes dans mister anus. Il se retira d’un coup sec, se jetant dans le canapé alors que Kamel revenait de la cuisine une bière à la main.

Leati se laissa tomber sur le sol, recroquevillée sur elle, bougeant à peine, elle remonta lentement sa culotte et mister jean cachant mister anatomie meurtrie. Elle rouvrit les yeux sentant la présence de Kamel, elle vit ses pieds au dessus d’elle et levant les yeux les jambes nues et poilues, ses cuisses musclés, sa bite ramollie qu’il finissait d’essuyer d’un kleneex et ses burnes rasées.

- Elle te plait ma bite circoncise ? dit il en s’asseyant en face d’elle sur le canapé les jambes écartées lui offrant ses burnes et sa queue sous les yeux.

- Tu as aimé la sentir dans ton cul ? Elle t’a bien ramoné cette belle bite, non ?

-Viens la goûter, tu vas voir comme elle a bon goût.

- N0N laisse moi, dit elle, détournant le regard de cette bite qui malgré elle attirait mister attention.

Bien que ramollie, elle voyait mister gland rose et entièrement décalotté. Et les glands, elle fondait devant. Elle adorait jouer avec, le titiller de sa langue, ses lèvres, ses doigts, ses ongles, ses seins, ses tétons…. ça et les burnes la faisait craquer, et elle sentait une envie de le caresser, de poser sa main dessus, de toucher sa peau, sa texture, sa douceur, le voir vibrer sous ses caresses, durcir et rougir sous ses yeux d’envie pour elle.

- Ca suffit maintenant, allez-vous en, dit elle, se mettant à genoux pour se relever.

- Comment ça, tu rigole non ? dit Kamel, mettant ses mains sur ses épaules, il l’empêcha de se relever complètement, la laissant à genoux devant lui, sa bite au niveau de ses seins.

- Tu déconnes ou quoi ? t’as sucé Abou et moi tu m’envoie chier ?Je t’ai fais jouir du cul, je t’ai limé jusqu'à ce que tu jouisse, et t’as joui non ? Dis pas le contraire, parce que j’ai senti ton cul branler ma bite et l’aspirer de l’intérieur, même si t’as pas crié, je t’ai senti ma belle, dit il, sa main sur mister visage, l’obligeant à le regarder dans les yeux.

Elle se sentit rougir d’avoir ainsi aimé, et qu’il est vu le plaisir qu’il lui avait donné. Elle ne put soutenir mister regard et ferma les yeux.

- Et l’autre en quinze secondes il joui dans ton derrière, sans prendre la peine de t’attendre, et tu le suce ? à moins que tu sois raciste, que tu n’aime pas la bite des arabes, une belle queue alla, toute propre en plus. Viens, sent la, sort ta langue, goûte la, tu m’en diras des nouvelles.

- NON PAS CA, ARRETE, fit elle en détournant la tête de sa queue qu’il pressait contre sa joue, essayant de lui pénétrer la bouche.

- Si tu ne me suce pas alors branle moi, pose tes mains sur ma teub, et montre moi comment tu branle les blancs, qu’elle bonne branleuse tu es, ou je te pine la bouche, dit Kamel. Saisissant ses mains, il les posa sur mister manche mi-dur.

Ses mains se posèrent sur la base de sa pine imberbe, les paumes sur ses couilles. Elle resta quelques secondes immobiles. Il lui lâcha les mains et dit :

- Tu vois, elle va pas te manger ,t’as du en branler plus d’une de bite. C’est pas la mienne qui va t’effrayer, au contraire. T’as senti comme elle est douce, remonte sur mon gland, touche, caresse une queue circoncise, va y, aller, lentement, oui comme ca, doucement, suis la grosse veine, passe tes doigts, oui comme ça, sur le gland, sur le trou,, hum.

Laeati suivait les paroles de Kamel comme un automate, ses mains palpant cette queue qui 5 minutes plus tôt lui défonçait si agréablement le fion. C’est vrai qu’elle était douce sa peau, que mister gland était bizarre, plus rêche, et de ne pas avoir de peau qui se rétracte devant sa queue, qui se redresse, lève sa tête, se durcit et rougit sous ses doigts. Ses deux mains massait cette tête qui grossissait à vu d’œil, devant un gros gland bien rouge comme elle les aime.

- Hum, regarde Abou comme elle est douée pour faire bander un keum, putain elle a du métier la cochonne. Tu crois qu’elle va réussir à me faire jouir ?

- Clair, en deux minutes chrono tu jute dans sa main, dit Abou.

- Pari tenu, ni en deux ,ni en dix minutes. répondit Kamel.

- Celui qui gagne sera le premier à lui baisé la chatte, ok ? répliqua Abou

- Pari tenu.

Laeti écoutait comme absente, branlant Kamel lentement de sa main droite mister gland.

- Allez, lui dit Abou ,active toi, caresse lui les burnes, accélère, allez montre lui comment une blanche peut faire jouir un keum quand elle veut, montre lui à cet enfoiré quelle gonzesse tu es, que tu le domine.

Kamel se concentrait du mieux qu’il pouvait afin de prolonger cette délicieuse branlette.
Laeti pique au vif accéléra la cadence, descendant sur ses boules, elle les malaxa, passant sa main sur ses fesses, sur la peau entre mister cul et ses burnes, elle voulait le faire jouir rapidement. Pas pour se faire baiser par Abou, mais pour prendre le pouvoir, lui montrer qu’elle le tenait par les couilles.

Kamel sentait sa bite sur le point d’exploser, il se concentrait sur autre chose, fermant les yeux, mister bassin décollé du canapé allait à la rencontre de ses mains qui le branlait si bien. Et il résista. 5 minutes était déjà passé Laeti le branlait toujours, s’appliquant de mister mieux, essayant toutes les méthodes qui me rendaient fou, me faisait jouir en quelques minutes. Mais rien ni faisait Kamel vibrait sous ses caresses mais ne jouissait pas. Des crampes commençaient à se profiler dans les bras de Laeti et l’envie de cesser sa masturbation lui traversa l’esprit, mais elle la chassa ne voulant céder à cette brute de racaille. L’excitation et l’envie lui pris de passer ses lèvres sur ce gland, de sentir cette bite dans sa bouche, de goûter cette pine, reposer ses mains et le faire juter dans sa bouche. Et alors que Laeti avançait sa tête pour poser sa langue sur mister pieu, elle entendit Abou revenir du couloir apostrophant mister acolyte.

- Putain de bordel mate que porte cette pute, jamais vu un truc aussi bandant, dit-il entrant dans le salon, un porte jartelle rouge dans les mains.

Abou voyant mister échec et ayant marre d’attendre était allé dans notre chambre fouillé dans les affaires de Laeti.

Celle ci stoppa mister mouvement et lâchant la bite de kamel se leva d’un coup sec, arracha des mains d’Abou mister sous vêtement.

- Lâche ça connard, tu crois ou la ? qui t’as permis de fouiller dans mes affaires ? dit elle passablement énervée.

Kamel, abasourdi de cette intermède, éclata de rire devant le visage de Abou tout penaud, baissant les yeux devant le regard noir de Laeti. Il saisit Laeti par le bras, la queue toujours droite comme un i, il lui dit :

- Et bien moi non plus j’ai jamais vu une pute en porte jartelle, t’as encore des trucs top dans ta chambre ?

Il la tira dans le couloir et entrant dans la chambre la poussa sur notre lit.

- Ouahou mate un peu le lit on peut y tenir à 5 dessus et regarde le placard t’as vu les vitres, tu vois de tous les cotés avec, hein ? dit Kamel, un sourire en coin s’adressant à Laeti assise sur le lit.
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il posa mister regard sur le tiroir ouvert de ses sous vêtements il découvrit les petites tenues affriolantes de Laeti qui avait bondit sur lui lui agrippant les bras pour lui enlever ses sous vêtements des mains. Sous sa poigne, il pivota, et se laissant reculer l’entraîna sous lui sur le lit. Elle était sur le dos, les seins écrasés sur mister dos à lui, ses mains lui arrachant ses strings.

Kamel interpella Abou, lui demandant de lui donner mes cravates.
Se servant de mister poids, il cloua Laeti au lit le temps que Abou lui donne 3 cravates et pivotant sur le corps de laeti, il s’allongea sur elle, collant mister torse sur sa poitrine, ses jambes nu et sa queue contre mister ventre. Les bras écartés, elle ne pouvait plus bouger tenant fermement mister string dans sa main droite.
Abou arriva et comme Kamel lui demandait, attacha une cravate aux mains de Laeti et, la retournant sur le dos, il lui laça les poignets. Il la redressa, l’asseyant sur le lit, et la ficela au barreau de la tête de lit le dos contre le montant.

Elle ne pouvait plus bouger, assistant impuissante au pillage de mister armoire.

Abou et Kamel sortirent toutes ses affaires, les jetant les unes après les autres sur le lit dans sa direction, faisant à chaque fois des commentaires salaces sur ses strings, ses culottes en dentelles.
Kamel jouait avec ses soutifs , il en passa un et le bourrant de chaussette se caressait les nibards comme s’il était vrai.

Abou se marrait de voir mister pote, les couilles à l’air, un soutif sur le tee shirt ,le faisait marrer.
Kamel passa un string blanc aubade.
Abou hurlait de rire.
Kamel se mit à faire la femme, marchant dans la chambre comme pour un défilé.

-Alors je te plais mon cochon, tu aime mes gros nichons, dit il, soupesant mister soutif . Et mon cul, il t’excite non ? se faisant il se retourna et se penchant, dandina mister cul de droite à gauche. Ses fesses poilues, écartelées par le string trop petit, ses boules pendant en dessous et se dandinant, sa bite dépassant du string , plus le soutif noir en dentelle rempli de chaussette était un spectacle hilarant.

Laeti se retenait de se tordre de rire, ce que Abou ne se cachait pas, pli en deux des conneries de mister pote.
Kamel monta sur le lit, regardant Laeti dans les yeux, il rampa vers elle, lentement, la provoquant du regard en dodinant du cul.

-Je t’excite mon chéri, lui dit il. Regarde mes fesses, hum, tu aime ca, non. ?

Laeti ne put empêcher de rire détournant le regard alors que Kamel frottait mister sexe et ses seins sur elle.

-T’est trop con mon pauvre, t’as trop l’air d’une pute comme ca lui dit elle.

-Hum elle te fais bander ta petite pute, hein, lui répondit dit collant mister soutif sur mister visage et caressant d’une main le sexe de Laeti par dessus mister jean. Hum tu bande dur mon salaud, tu vas bien me baiser hein, mon cochon ?

Abou se tordait de rire, mister pote le cul fendu d’un string de gonzesse trois fois trop petit, comprimant sa queue et ses burnes sur le coté, un soutif collé au visage de cette bombe sexuelle.

-Tu veux me faire une petite minette mon mignon, répliqua Kamel . Debout, les fesses sous les yeux de Laeti, il se pencha ouvrant mister cul, offrant ses burnes et mister fion poilu au regard de Laeti qui éclata de rire la tête sur le cote afin de ne pas mettre mister nez dans mister cul.

-MON DIEU QUE c’est laid, bouffe moi la bite si tu veux mais je suis pas prêt de poser ma bouche la dessus, dit Laeti la tête sur le coté en réponse à mister délire.

-HUM TES DESIRS SONT DES ORDRES mon cochon, dit Kamel frottant ses fesses sur ses joues. Je vais te manger la bite comme jamais on ne te l’as fait, tu vas prendre un de ces pieds tu vas voir.


kamel se redressant et s’éloignant de Laeti., il baissa le string qui lui coupait les boules et le cul et s’agenouillant se positionna entre les jambes de Laeti qui sentant le vent venir voulu les refermer.

Kamel se leva, elle le vit prendre deux nouvelles cravates et revenir vers elle.

-non, non, non, arrête je veux pas ,stop supplia elle.

il lui saisit les mollets les attachants aux pieds du lits.

-Abou tiens lui les pieds que je la détache, on va l’allonger sur le dos on sera mieux, dit Kamel.

Laeti était les bras et pieds en croix au milieu du lit, Kamel, entre ses jambes passaient sa main sur la braguette de mister jean. Il défit un par un les boutons

-Hum elle est grosse ta queue mon chéri, je vais me régaler à te manger la saucisse, regarde Abou comme il va couiner sous ma langue ce petit vicieux.

Le pantalon était ouvert, Kamel saisi les cotés et lui soulevant le bassin tira mister vêtement sur ses chevilles entraînant mister string blanc avec. De nouveau la chatte de Laeti apparu aux yeux de ses agresseurs.
Kamel se dégagea, détachant l’une puis l’autre jambe, retira le jean, et le string de Laeti, la mettant cul nu lui laissant que mister tee shirt et mister soutif.

-Tiens une jambe, dit il à Abou, et saisissant la seconde, il la plia et la remonta collé aux cotes de Laeti, l’attacha aux barreaux de la tête du lit. Il fit de même avec l’autre offrant ainsi à leur vue, le cul et la chatte de Laeti, elle sur le dos, les jambes repliées, mister intimité livré à ses violeurs.

Kamel placa un oreiller sous ses fesses, montant et cambrant encore mister corps.
Abou bandait comme un cerf, la voir ainsi offerte lui donnait l’envie de lui planter sa teub dans mister cul et sa chatte. Il s’avança la queue dans la main quand Kamel le stoppa .


- Soit patient un peu, laisse moi d’abord lui pomper le sexe, je lui dois bien ca.

Il s’avança doucement vers Laeti qui tirait sur ses liens, cherchant en vain à refermer ses jambes.
Kamel posa ses mains sur les cuisses de Laeti à la limite de ses lèvres, passant sur ses fesses, remontant sur mister pubis, il glissa sa main sur sa fine ligne de poil, descendant jusqu'à la limite de mister clito et sans le toucher repartit sur ses cuisses.

- Hum tu as la peau douce, dit il, continuant à la traiter comme un homme, lui se conduisant comme une femme, le soutif toujours sur lui.

Il la caressa ainsi quelques minutes, passant de temps en temps sur ses lèvres, les effleurant, sur mister clito, dans sa raie, sur mister anus.

- regarde Abou comme il est sensible, sa teub est en train de bander.


Effectivement la douceur de ses caresses, la situation d’être ainsi offerte entravée, les mots obscènes de Kamel commençait à échauffer Laeti et ses lèvres se gorgeaient de sang, s’ouvrant à chaque caresse, faisant apparaître les petites lèvres. Son clito lui aussi, comme une petite bite, se durcissait sortant de sa cachette petit a petit. Kamel la caressait maintenant plus directement se focalisant sur ses fesses, sa raie, mister anus, ses lèvres, mister clito. Une main sur ses fesses, une autre malaxant ses lèvres, les frottant l’une contre l’autre, l’une puis l’autre, le pouce appuyant sur le capuchon de mister clito.

Laeti ne put empêcher mister corps de réagir, elle sentit la chaleur et le feu prendre possession de mister ventre, ses lèvres s’écarter, mister clito se durcir et sortir de mister capuchon, et sa chatte s’humidifier. Elle ferma les yeux, ne voulant croiser le regard de Kamel qui jubilait de la voir lui céder. Elle détourna la tête et se mordit les lèvres, ne voulant crier mister bonheur et ne dire ce qu’elle redoutait.

Perversement, Kamel se pencha sur mister sexe et appuya sa langue sur mister clito. Une décharge électrique traversa le corps de Laeti qui se redressa comme électrocuté sous cette divine caresse.
Kamel lui lécha le clito, enfonçant deux puis trois doigts dans sa chatte tandis que Laeti vibrait sous sa bouche. Il lui planta mister pouce dans le cul, lui triturant le clito de sa langue, de ses dents, lui défonçant la chatte de 3 doigts.

Elle jouit ainsi, le dos en suspension dans les airs, retenus par le pouce et les doigts qui la prenait, le clito aspiré par la bouche de Kamel. Les yeux fermés, elle ondula du bassin quelques minutes encore sous les coups de langues de Kamel et sans un mot repris le contrôle de mister corps qui venait de connaître un orgasme terrible.

- Putain qu’elle pute, comme elle a joui la salope, barre toi Kamel je vais lui défoncer la chatte, elle va couiner de plaisir cette chienne.


Kamel s’écarta et Abou présenta sa queue devant la chatte de Laeti et d’un coup de rein, comme pour mister fion, il la pénétra d’une traite. Glissant ses mains sous mister tee-shirt, il lui saisit les mamelles ,les écrasant, et prenant appuie, il la besogna à grand coup de bite faisant claquer ses fesses contre ses burnes.
Il jouit en moins de trente seconde et se retirant s’adressa à Kamel

- Putain elle m’a tellement vidé que j’ai plus de jus , vas y éclate lui la chatte elle est trop bonne, trop chaude, j’ai jamais piné une chatte si bonne.


Laeti n’avais même pas senti Abou anesthésiée et sous l’effet de l’orgasme de Kamel. Elle tourna la tête vers lui, toujours la bite à l’air, mister soutif par dessus mister tee-shirt. Elle planta mister regard dans le sien et instinctivement le descendit sur sa queue et sans réfléchir répondit oui lorsque Kamel lui demanda si elle voulait la goûter. Sans la lâcher du regard, elle vit sa teub se redresser au fur et à mesure que Kamel se rapprochait d’elle, montait sur le lit, et lui détachant les mains, lui présenta sa queue droite comme un i.
Elle la saisit délicatement, et les yeux dans ceux de Kamel, le branla lentement sur toute la longueur, soupesant ses burnes.

- Lèche moi ,goûte ma grosse glace, sort ta langue, oui, passe la sur toute la longueur, lèche moi le gland, hum, oui comme ça, regarde moi, elle est bonne ma queue ? aussi bonne que dans ton cul ? plus bonne encore ? oui caresse mes couilles, hum, pompe moi, aspire ma bite, oui ,ah, ah, ah, t’es la reine des pipes, ca te plaît de sentir une grosse queue dans ta bouche ? oui, je vais te baiser la gueule, tiens ma pute, tiens, elle coulisse bien ma grosse queue, hum, bouffe mes couilles, oui comme ca, branle moi, oui, plus vite, vas y, je vais juter, regarde moi dans les yeux, je veux que tu me vois jouir, que tu vois mon sperme t éclabousser la figure. Oh oui tire la langue salope, oui tiens, prend ca, TTTTIIIIENNNSSSSS.

Kamel se déversa sur le visage ravi de Laeti qui lui pressait les couilles pour lui faire sortir les dernières gouttes. Elle le branla encore un peu étalant mister sperme sur mister visage avec mister gland.

- Tu auras moins de ride ma belle, putain ton mec il a de la veine d’avoir une suceuse comme toi, j’ai jamais autant joui que maintenant et en plus dans la bouche d’une pute blanche le top.

Abou s’était mis à poil, se branlait lentement la queue droite et terriblement excité par la pipe de mister pote. Il monta sur le lit et détachant complètement Laeti, passa dans mister dos, lui saisit le tee-shirt, lui retira, la laissant en soutif, la chatte à l’air, il lui présenta sa bite et lui dit :

-Allez pompe ma belle, suce la belle matraque noire.

Sa queue était magnifique bien plus belle que Kamel, noire, sans poil, elle mesurait 16 centimètres mais était large avec un gland rouge foncé.
Laeti avait toujours fantasmé sur les noirs, elle rêvait de se taper un black mais elle n’avait jamais osé sauter le pas et aujourd’hui elle en avait une devant elle, une magnifique, et la pipe qu’elle avait fait Kamel l’avait chauffée à blanc. Sa chatte était trempée, sa mouille coulant entre ses fesses, mister bassin se frottant inconsciemment sur le lit.
Elle rapprocha mister visage de cette queue noire l’examina dans les moindres détails, elle s’enivra de mister odeur et posant sa langue sur le gland le goûta. Il avait un goût plus âcre que celle de kkamel, plus épicé, avec un goût d’urine et de mouille mélangé, sa mouille. Elle goba mister gland et le pompa lentement, sortant de temps en temps sa queue pour la lécher sur toute sa longueur. Elle remonta sur ses abdos, les embrassant, collant ses seins sur sa tige elle redescendit l’embauchant. Abou lui caressant les mamelons qu’ils avaient sorti de mister soutif, les soulevant, les triturant, pinçant les tétons bandés de désirs, les écrasants sur sa bite. Baissant les yeux, il vit sa queue noire entre les gros seins bancs de laeti.
Même dans les meilleurs films pornos il n’avait jamais vu une scène aussi bandante.

- Putain regarde, sa mère je lui baise les nibards à cette pute, mate voir ça ma grosse bite noire dans ses nichons blancs, et mon gland dans sa bouche.

Kamel était subjugué par la scène, sa queue se balançait sur mister ventre d’envie .
Laeti elle aussi, avait la chatte en feu, elle réalisait un de ce plus gros fantasme, se taper une belle bite de noir, la branler sur ses seins, voir cette matraque noir se balancer entre ses mamelles et pomper mister gland.

- Arrête dis Kamel, Laeti met toi au bord du lit sur le dos, oui comme ca, ouvre bien tes jambes, oui comme ca, Abou met ta bite entre ses seins et baise lui les nibards et la bouche. Je vais lui défonce la chatte, tu vas voir ma salope tu vas prendre cher.


Abou, à genoux au dessus de Laeti la bite entre ses seins, ses couilles sur mister torse et mister gland dans la bouche, il lui baisait les lèvres lui tenant la tête à deux mains à grand coup de pine pendant que Laeti les mains sur ses seins écrasait sa queue entre ses mamelles, les yeux exorbités devant le spectacle de cette grosse matraque noire se branlant entre ses seins et violant sa bouche.

Kamel releva les jambes de Laeti, les collant sur mister torse, il avait devant ses yeux sa chatte grande ouverte, dégoulinante de mouille. Il saisit sa queue dans sa main droite et passa mister gland sur ses lèvres gorgées de sang. Il l'appuya sur mister clito, le tournant en petit cercle sur celui ci, puis redescendant, il rentra petit à petit sa bite dans sa chatte brûlante profitant de chaque millimètre jouissant de voir cette si belle chatte de blanche avaler sa teub, aussi bien enserrer sa queue dure comme du bois.

Abou profitait lui aussi de la branlette espagnole que lui prodiguait cette bombe sexuelle, elle lui aspirait la queue avec un regard de chienne en rut lui pressant la tige entre ses seins blancs au tétons bandés comme deux petites bites, il se souviendra toute sa vie de ce moment d’extase et augmentant la cadence il juta sur sa langue ,râlant mister plaisir.
Laeti se malaxait les seins sur sa tige, elle vibrait de réaliser mister fantasme de sentir et voir cette queue noire piner ses seins et sa bouche, mister corps musclés la faisait chavirer et pendant ce temps Kamel lui branlait de mister gland le clito, caressant ses lèvres, la pénétrant lentement, frottant ses boules sur ses fesses, sa queue s'insinuant dans sa raie, appuyant sur sa rondelle, puis replongeant dans sa chatte.

Abou se releva laissant Laeti et Kamel, Il regarda mister pote jouer avec sa queue sur le sexe et les fesses de Laeti, qui les mains toujours sur les seins, bougeait mister ventre à la rencontre de sa pine et relevant la tête, admirait cette matraque s'engouffrer dans sa chatte trempée. Elle la sentait entrer, sortir en elle, provoquant des spasmes de plaisir dans mister ventre, ses seins, ses fesses . Elle voulait qu'il accélère le rythme, aussi elle jetait mister bassin vers le ventre de Kamel plongeant mister sexe plus loin dans sa chatte.

- Regarde comme ta chatte mange ma bite, comme elle coulisse bien, elle m'avale cette gourmande, dit Kamel, retirant entièrement sa queue et la replongeant jusqu'à la garde.

Laeti rejeta sa tête en arrière,

- Oh oui, dit elle , alors qu'il replongeait dans sa moule, prends moi fort, oui viens.

- Tiens ma belle, dit il écartant ses jambes.

Il accéléra le mouvement claquant ses couilles sur ses fesses, la chatte grande ouverte, il coulissait sa queue de toute sa longueur ne laissant que mister gland à l'intérieur.


- ha, ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha, couinait Laeti, le bassin ondulant au rythme de la baise de Kamel, les mains sur ses seins, les malaxant, les pinçant.

Il lui saisit les hanches et lui plaquant les jambes sur mister torse ouvrit au maximum sa moule lui soulevant légèrement le bassin, il lui défonça la chatte à grand coup de bite fouettant mister cul de ses burnes,
Leati couinait de plaisir , saisissant sa teub quand celle ci sortait de sa chatte pour la y replonger au plus vite. Au bout de 5 minutes alors qu'un orgasme monstrueux montait des entrailles de Laeti, Kamel stoppa le mouvement, collant sa teub au fond de sa chatte.
Laeti bougeait comme une folle mister bassin branlant de l'intérieur mister vagin et sa bite,

- Ne t'arrête pas, non viens, dit elle plaçant ses mains sur les fesses de Kamel. vas y prends moi, vite,

- Tu vois que tu l'aime ma grosse queue, hein, dis le moi, lui dit il toujours planté dans mister trou.

Il s'allongea sur elle de tout mister corps. Elle l'accueillit, l'enlaçant des deux bras, collant mister torse sur sa poitrine entravée de mister soutif, les jambes enserrant ses fesses, le bloquant au fond d'elle.

- Oui je l'aime ta grosse queue, elle me fait jouir.

- Et la mienne? répliqua Abou se rapprochant de Laeti la teub dans la main, à moitié bandé, tu l'as aimé la sucé mon gros bâton noir, il t’a bien baisé les seins, dit il frottant mister gland sur sa figure.

- Oui, oui.

- Bon, dit Kamel, tu ne portera pas plainte pour le viol de ton cul alors?

- Non, non répondit elle frottant mister clito et sa matrice sur mister ventre et sa bite planté en elle, les mains toujours sur ses fesses, appuyant dessus pour enfoncer sa matraque dans mister trou.

Kamel se retira d'elle se redressant.
Laetitia abasourdie tenta de le retenir le suppliant du regard les jambes grandes ouvertes.

- Attend, dit il, viens sur moi plutôt, sortitKamel s'allongeant sur le dos, viens t'empaler sur ma bite, oui comme ca, écarte bien tes jambes, mets toi au dessus de moi, hum comme tu es bandante la chatte grande ouverte de désir, retire ton soutif que je me régale de tes seins, hum mate ça Abou, look cette pute qui va s'empaler sur ma bite, putain j'ai la queue qui me fait mal tellement tu m'excite salope, non attend, descends pas tous de suite, caresse toi les seins, je me branle lentement, regarde ma queue, comme tu vas aimé te la mettre au fond de la chatte, elle te plait ? tu veux la sentir?

- Oui je la veux dans ma chatte, dit elle, dans mon cul, dans ma bouche, entre mes seins. Elle descendit lentement s'arrêtant lorsque mister gland effleura ses lèvres, elle balança mister bassin d'avant en arrière mouillant sa bite de mister désir, puis n'y tenant plus, elle enfila cette tige la regardant disparaître dans mister antre brûlant et dégoulinant. elle s'empala les yeux rivés sur sa queue et sa chatte, collant ses lèvres sur mister pubis. Sa bite la remplissait entièrement, elle sentait mister gland contre sa paroi, les lèvres sur mister pubis, ses fesses effleurées par les couilles.
Elle balançait mister bassin, ondulant, frottant mister clito contre Kamel pendant 1 minute, puis elle releva les fesses lentement ne laissant qu'une infime partie de mister gland dans sa chatte puis elle s'engouffra de nouveaux sa queue de toute sa longueur.

- Hum tu m'avale bien, je te sens trop sur toute ma queue, dit kamel, posant ses mains sur ses seins, il pressa ses tétons durs et ultras sensibles.

Laeti, sous cette caresse, rejeta mister corps en arrière, tirant la bite de Kamel et lui présentant sa chatte remplie de sa queue. Lui triturant les seins, il accompagnait de mister bassin les montées et descentes de plus en plus rapide de Laeti qui s’empalant à grand coup de reins s'allongea de tout mister long sur le corps de Kamel, frottant ses tétons sur mister torse.

Kamel posa ses mains sur ses fesses, les caressant, il les écarta présentant mister anus au regard de Abou, se branlant au pied du lit. Il insinua une main dans sa raie, passant sur mister anus, il le titilla puis inséra mister majeur, qui entra d'un coup avalé par la sécrétion et l'envie de Laeti qui se déchaînait sur sa queue s'empalant aussi sur mister doigt.

Laeti jouit intensément la bite de Kamel lui provoqua un orgasme terrible, mister doigts augmentant encore le plaisir. Elle le savait et le désirait déjà sentir ces deux queue dans ses trous, se faire piner par l'un et l'autre en même temps, un dans sa chatte et l'autre dans mister cul, se faire défoncer par ses deux salops qui l'excitait tant, qui la faisait tant jouir. Elle s'avachit sur Kamel, sentait mister sperme couler de ses lèvres exténuées par l'orgasme qui l'avait foudroyée. Ce dernier retira ses doigts de mister anus, caressant et ouvrant toujours mister cul. Elle sentait l'air lui chatouiller délicatement la rondelle puis ce fut le gland de Abou qui appuya dessus. Elle apprécia la sensation de cette queue sur mister anus mais le stoppa lorsqu'il força mister gland, ouvrant trop rapidement mister cul de sa grosse bite noire.

Laeti se redressa et dit: non pas comme ca tu me fais mal.

- oui Abou arrête, prend lui plutôt la chatte, je vais m'occuper de mister cul répliqua Kamel, allonge toi sur le lit, Laeti va s’empaler sur toi , je vais lui préparer le fion,

Abou se jeta sur le dos, saisissant Laeti, il la fit venir sur lui. elle prit sa teub dans la main et la branlant lentement l'inserra dans sa chatte puis collant mister ventre au sien elle s'empala doucement sur mister chibre frottant ses seins sur mister torse musclés. Elle aimait ce corps noir ,elle posa ses mains sur ses tablettes de chocolats, caressant au passage mister clito. Abou lui palpait la cul, lui malaxait les seins, ses doigts pinçaient ses mamelons, les tirant vers sa bouche, les suçant, les gobants entre ses grosses lèvres.

Kamel profitait du spectacle de mister pote black baisant cette bombe blanche, sa queue et ses burnes noires frappant ce corps blanc, ses fesses de déesse offerte a sa vue. Il saisit sa teub dans sa main droite et s’avança vers les deux amants. Il se positionna au dessus d’eux, dans le dos de Laeti, il avait en gros plan sa chatte ouverte par la queue de mister pote trempée de sa mouille coulant sur ses burnes de black, ses deux globes blancs et au milieu mister anus si accueillant agrandi et huilé des sodomies précédentes. Il frotta mister gland sur mister derrière :

- Tu vas connaître ta première double pénétration par deux bites d’immigrés tu vas voir comment on vous baises les françaises, tu vas aimer te faire piner par deux lascard à la fois, va y colle toi à Abou et ouvre ton cul que je te casse les fesses, oui comme ca, écarte tes miches, ouvre toi encore que je vois ta rondelle, écarte bien avec tes mains, tu la sent ma queue dans ta raie, tu la veux ? dis le moi, mister gland appuyait sur sa rondelle, s’engouffrant de quelques millimètre et repartait le long de sa raie.

Laeti sentait la queue de Kamel lui titiller l’anus, appuyer sur sa rondelle puis repartir, se frotter le long de sa raie. Elle sentait ses burnes frottées sur ses fesses, passées sur ses lèvres collées à celle de abou. Elle s’était collée au maximum à Abou, écrasant ses seins sur sa poitrine et mister clito sur mister pubis imberbe. Elle avait cambré les reins au plus, ouvrant mister cul au mieux, pour faciliter les caresses de Kamel et l’inviter à la prendre. Elle saisit ses fesses dans chaque main les écartant le plus possible. Elle se fichait de la posture indécente qu’elle offrait à Kamel derrière elle, la chatte rempli d’une bite noire, le cul grand ouvert.

- Viens dit elle , prend moi, je vous veux tous les deux.

- Tu es encore toute ouverte de tout a l’heure, répondis Kamel introduisant mister gland dans mister cul, à moins que tu la veule trop ma pine.

- Oui je la veux, enfonce toi à fond, non doucement tu me fais mal là dit elle, alors que Kamel venait d’engouffrer d’un coup sec les trois quarts de sa teub.

- On est plus à l’étroit dis moi, il te rempli bien la chatte Abou, je sens sa teub contre la mienne. Déjà que tout a l’heure j’étais serré dans ton fion, mais là je sent la pine de mon pote tout contre la mienne. Oui je vais attendre que tu t’habitue, ca va la ? tu nous sent bien ?tu es bien remplie par nos deux bites ? tu vas pas éclatée ?

- Oui oui je la sent moi aussi ta teub contre la mienne, ca va Laeti tu vas pas t’évanouir ?

- Non, non, mais ne bouger plus, vous me déchirer l’intérieur, j’ai l’impression d’avoir deux barres plantés dans le ventre, que mon cul ne pourra pas contenir tout ca.

Kamel avait ses deux mains sur les fesses de Laeti, ils les écartaient, les caressaient doucement.

- T’y aurais cru a un tel plan Abou ?qu’un jour on pinerait ensemble une blanche avec un cul si beau ? je me régale si tu savais. Taquine lui le clito et ses mamelles à cette chienne, elle va aimer tu vas voir.

- Je peux pas y a pas la place de passer ma main mais je vais me régaler sur ses seins, ils mistert trop bandants. T’as vu ses tétons comme ils mistert durs et gros, je pourrais lui téter toute la journée, regarde moi, tu aime hein ? que je te lèche tes nibards ? je les tètes ? comme un gros bébé ? que je les mordes hein ?sa main pétrissaient mister sein droit pendant que sa bouche suçaient le gauche.

Laeti était irradié par ses caresses sur ses seins et même si Abou n’était pas le plus doué dans ce domaine, l’excitation de la situation, de mister vocabulaire, de sa couleur de peau l’excita encore plus. Elle ne sentait plus de douleur dans mister bas ventre, juste une gène et sans y réfléchir, elle s’empala sur le sexe d’Abou collant ses burnes sur ses lèvres. L’introduction de Kamel dans mister fion l’avait avancé, sortant de quelques centimètres la bite du black. Son recul l’empala aussi sur la bite de Kamel l’enfonçant presque entièrement dans mister cul. Collant ses fesses sur les abdos du beur. Elle sentit mister gland frotter sur celui de Abou comme si ses parois anal et vaginal n’existait pas. Elle ne prenait pas de plaisir a cette sensation mais pas de douleur non plus. Son anus n’enserrait plus la queue de Kamel, elle se sentit se détendre, et la pression diminuer sur sa rondelle. Kamel le sentit aussi et continuant de lui malaxer les fesses, il balança mister bassin d’avant en arrière enculant la miss, doucement. Il branlait sa queue sur celle de mister pote sentant mister gros gland contre le sien.

- Attend doucement, oui comme ca, vas y molo, oui comme ca, hein, hein, lèche moi les seins Abou, oui, oui, tête moi.

Abou lui pompaient les nichons, les pétrissant à deux mains. Laeti vibraient sous ses caresses, ondulant du bassin en rythme avec Kamel, branlant mister clito sur le pubis du black. Il la sentait s’ouvrir encore plus, avaler sa queue de quelques millimètres, une fournaise dégoulinante de mouille sur ses burnes et entre ses fesses, sa queue frottant contre celle de mister pote.
Kamel augmenta la cadence ,sortant sa queue de moitié pour la rentrer aussitôt, les mains sur les hanches blanches, il lui prenait le cul, l’empalant sur la teub de mister pote immobile sous elle. Ses burnes frappaient celle du black, lui provoquant une nouvelle sensation, plutôt agréable. Laeti ne bougeait plus, elle profitait du plaisir montant de ses reins, de sa chatte, de mister clito, défoncer et branler par le rythme de la queue de kamel entrant et sortant de mister cul. Elle sentit un puissant orgasme montrer de ses entrailles tandis que Kamel la pistonnait à grand coup de pine accompagnée par ses cris de jouissance ses fesses venant à la rencontre de cette bite qui la faisait monter au 7 e ciel. Elle jouit, le cul défoncer par ce beur, la chatte remplie par une grosse queue black, les seins maltraités par deux mains noires, mister clito branlé par le pubis de abou. Plusieurs spasmes secourent leur trois corps puis Laeti se calma, immobile sur le torse de Abou, Kamel l’enculant toujours comme un déchainé. Elle le sentit exploser dans ses reins, mister gland vibrant contre celui de Abou. Kamel jouit en criant :

- Tiens, tiens, salope, prends ca dans ton cul, tu l’aime ma bite ? t’aime qu’on te pine avec mon pote ? t’es notre pute, notre vide couille, putain j’ai jamais baisé une chienne comme toi, ca t’as plu hein grosse cochonne ?

Il frottait sa queue ramollie dans sa raie, lui tirant les cheveux en arrière, il lui colla sa bouche sur la sienne, forçant sa langue dans la sienne pour un gros palaud.

- Tu m’as vidé les couilles, j’en peux plus, et toi Abou ca va ?

- Moi aussi ca fait un moment que j’ai plus de jus, j’ai tout balancer avant, mais j’ai jamais autant joui que la, bordel, c’est de la dynamite cette gonzesse, elle m’enserrait la queue comme jamais putain, une pute comme elle c’est le pied, t’es trop bandante. Si je pouvais je la baiserais bien encore, mais je suis vidé, j’en ai mal aux couilles.

- Aller faut qu’on bouge de manière, ca fait quatre heures qu’on la lime cette pute, les potes nous attendes.

- On a qu’a l’emmener avec nous, il ne nous croirons pas qu’en on va leur dire, et y pourrais la sauter eux aussi . Et puis il y a de la tune à faire avec une bannasse comme ca, on la fous dans ta cave et on fais payer à l’heure . Je suis sur qu’elle va adorer surtout lamine avec sa grosse bite elle doit bien faire 30 centimètre sa matraque, elle va couiner comme jamais.


Laeti les écoutaient parler entre eux l’esprit encore embué par mister orgasme.

- En plus avec la cassette, on fait des copies, on les vend, ca fera monter les prix répliqua kamel.

- Arrêter les gars, vous avez eue ce que vous avez voulu non ? reprit-elle

- Ha elle est bien bonne, et toi t’as pas joui pétasse? Regarde toi t’as jamais été aussi bien baisé.


Même si ce n’était pas le cas ,parce que sa meilleur baise était celle de la semaine dernière enregistrée sur la cassette, laetitia avait pris beaucoup de plaisir à ce viol par ces deux salauds. Elle avait réalisé mister fantasme de viol, de baiser avec un black et un arabe, deux racailles. D’être traité comme une pute par ces derniers, comme une vide couille.


- Promettez moi de ne pas en parler à vos potes ni de prendre la cassette ?

- Et sinon tu feras quoi ?

- J’en parlerais à franck et vous ne pourrez plus jamais me baiser l’un ou l’autre voir les deux.


- Ok on restera discret mais on reviendra te voir, voir si tu as crie aussi fort la prochaine fois.

- Ok répliqua Abou, t’as ma parole, seul Kamel et moi on baisera ton petit cul de blanche. Permisterne ne saura qu’elle grosse salope tu es a te faire enculer par nos deux queues. Tu sera notre pute à nous ok ?

- Je vous appellerais la prochaine fois que je pourrais vous recevoir.

- Tiens mon numéro, dit Kamel lui tendant un papier, la prochaine fois c’est clair tu recevra .Abou a des petites potions qui augmente l’endurance et les proportions et on en prendra triple dose, tu recevra comme jamais alors réserve toute la journée de pine.

Abou et kamel s’était rhabillés, Laeti les accompagna à l’entrée encore nue. Kamel la saisie par la taille, la collant à lui, il lui roula une pelle une main sur un sein l’autre sur sa chatte. il lui introduisit deux doigts les imprégnant de sa mouille.


-hum je vais garder un souvenir de notre journée jusqu'à ce soir, dit il en humant ses doigts couvert de sécrétion.


Elle leur ouvrit le portail et les vit s’engouffrer dans la rue. Elle revient au salon et allumant la télé remis en marche le magnéto. A l’écran elle se vit à quatre pattes suçant serge, ma queue dans sa chatte et véro lui défonçant le cul avec mister gode ceinture. Elle ressentit le plaisir qu’elle avait connu à cet instant au cours de cette soirée inoubliable ou elle avait repoussée les limites de sa libido. Elle repensa à mister viol par ces deux batards, comment elle avait joui sous leur coups de bites. Elle s’assit et écartant ses jambes se branla le clito d’une main et de l’autre s’enfila trois doigts dans sa chatte se doigtant devant le film de sa nuit de débauche. Elle jouit rapidement impatiente de remettre ca avec vero et serge voir abou et kamel.

Ma Bourgeoise se dévergonde


Cette histoire est celle d’un mari cocu après 14 ans de mariage. Mon épouse est de 6 ans ma cadette et à donc 39 ans. Dans notre vie de couple, le côté sexe n’a jamais été le point fort, sans être un sujet de discorde mais quelque chose de banal et conventionnel. Ceci n’est d’ailleurs pas de mon fait, étant plutôt assez imaginatif côté cul. Après avoir proposé à ma femme des situations un peu plus cocasses que d’habitude, du type soirée en club, et ayant toujours essuyé un refus catégorique, je me suis lancé, lors d’une soirée bien arrosée avec deux jeunes amis du Rotary, à lui proposer qu’ils restent chez nous car il n’était pas raimisternable qu’ils reprennent la voiture. Ceux-ci étant tous deux célibataires, ils n’avaient pas de contraintes familiales. Devant ce fait indéniable, Isabelle n’a pas pu refuser, risquant alors d’être la cause d’un accident de la route.
Rassurés de pouvoir rester sur place, nous avons illico ouvert une autre bouteille afin de terminer la soirée. Il était déjà 1h passé. Fatiguée, Isabelle s’excuse et prends congé de nos invités. Elle va alors à la salle de bain pour mettre sa tenue de nuit. Une fois Isabelle disparue du salon, la conversation devient plus une conversation d’hommes, avec des propos un peu moins stylés... Marc et Phil, de plus en plus enivrés, me font des compliments sur ma charmante épouse : sa cuisine, mister élégance, mister charme ! ! Ayant moi-même trop absorbé d’alcool, je rebondis immédiatement sur la situation et emmène mes camarades sur le terrain réservé du sexe. Je leur explique qu’Isabelle est effectivement très jolie et bien faite, qu’eux ne l’ont vue que dans sa tenue de ville, mais que nue, c’est une divinité, avec une peau soyeuse, des seins bien fermes et des fesses rondes et rebondies. Phil m’entreprends directement, me demandant si au lit, c’est une bonne affaire. Je lui réponds que c’est assez mitigé. On prend mister pied avec Isabelle, mais il ne faut pas être trop gourmand. Voulant plus de détail, Marc me dit : « mais quand même, tu la prends par derrière, non ?? » Eh bien non, répondis-je, elle n’aime pas du tout. Je leur explique j’ai essayé de l’entraîner en club, et que j’ai pris un râteau immédiat. Ils rient de la situation. Il est maintenant 1h15. J’allume la télé sur Canal+. Evidemment, à cette heure là le samedi soir, on tombe sur un film de cul. Les yeux se rivent sur la télé ou on voit une superbe blonde prise en sandwich par deux molosses. Surement Rocco et mister frère. Commentaires immédiats de Marc sur la taille des engins ramonant la belle, et de dire qu’il n’avait rien à envier au pieu du type. Phil me regarde pensif, et me dit que lui, il n’est pas si bien équipé.. Moi non plus d’ailleurs. Afin de voir si le bruit de la télé ne dérange pas Isabelle, j’abandonne mes camarades 5 minutes et monte à l’étage. Ma femme est toujours à la salle de bain. J’entre et la vois dans sa nuisette la plus torride, prête à aller se coucher. Elle me dit qu’elle a un peu mal à la tête, certainement dû à l’alcool, et me demande de lui préparer un médicament. Je redescends, lui prépare un verre avec une aspirine et retourne au salon vers mes amis. Ils mistert rivés sur le film porno. Je leur fait part du mal de tête d’Isabelle. A ce moment, on l’entend descendre les marches. Pour aller de l’étage à la cuisine, il faut passer devant le salon. Quand Isabelle passe, mes deux amis regardent instinctivement de ce côté. Durant les quelques secondes où on peut l’apercevoir, Marc et Phil ne l’ont pas quitté du regard. Il faut dire que dans la lumière, tout mister corps et ses formes apparaissent nettement sous sa nuisette transparente. Mes amis me regardent, et me font un signe du pouce qui veut dire « superbe ». Je me lève alors et vais voir ma femme dans la cuisine. Mes pensées s’accélèrent. Je lui demande gentiment de bien vouloir nous apporter 3 verres à liqueur. Elle me regarde et me dit : « non mais ça va pas, tu as vu ma tenue ? » Ben quoi, je réponds, tu n’es pas nue. Et puis tu viens de passer devant la porte et ils ont bien vu que tu étais en nuisette. D’un hochement de tête, Isabelle me fait comprendre que je ne l’amuse pas. Mais comme elle est très attentive à mes demandes, elle me dit qu’elle va s’exécuter. Je retourne au salon, sort une bonne bouteille de Poire William et retourne me rassoir vers mes amis. Surpris de ne pas voir de verres, Phil me demande si on doit boire à la bouteille. Au même moment, Isabelle arrive devant la porte avec les verres à la main. Mes potes mister transis. Dans la lumière rasante, on voit clairement ses seins et mister string sous sa nuisette. Elle s’avance vers nous et se penche pour poser les verres sur la table de salon. Faisant face à Phil, il profite alors d’une vue imprenable sur ses seins dont les aréoles foncées et les tétons engageants les mettent en valeur. Isabelle prends la bouteille et nous sert copieusement. Doucement, dit Marc. On a déjà pas mal bu ce soir et je n’aimerai pas être malade. Trop tard, réponds Isabelle. Tu devras boire ça et ensuite tu dormiras mieux. A la télé, le film de cul se déroule. Quand Isabelle se retourne, elle tombe sur une scène ou une petite brune se fait sodomiser tout en suçant une énorme queue. Surprise et subjuguée par la scène, elle se retourne vers nous et dit : « et vous regardez ça souvent ? » Phil lui réponds que tout les samedi soir, c’est mister émission préférée. Isabelle sourit et lui conseille de se trouver une nana plutôt que de fantasmer sur un écran de télé. Marc lui dit alors qu’un écran de télé, c’est parfois moins chiant qu’une gonzesse et surtout moins cher. La conversation dure un peu, Isabelle se tient toujours debout devant la table, offrant tous ses avantages à mes amis et à moi-même. Ils lui causent sans cesse, m’ayant un peu oublié. Je pense que c’est pour qu’elle reste là, devant eux, presque nue. Le film se déroule, Isabelle y jette un œil de temps en temps, Marc et Phil ne regardent plus qu’elle. Phil lui demande si mister mal de tête se passe. Isabelle réponds que ça va un peu mieux. « Assois-toi un peu » dit Marc, on ne se voit pas si souvent. Il est évident qu’ils veulent qu’elle reste. Indécise, Isabelle tourne un peu en rond, nous faisant profiter au passage du revers du décor, ses fesses fermes étant mises en valeur par le tissu de la nuisette. La ficelle du string ayant disparue entre les globes, on ne perd rien du spectacle. Elle se décide et s’assied sur un fauteuil en face de nous. La discussion prend alors une tournure un peu plus sexy. Phil et Marc la complimente sur tous les points, en insistant bien sur sa tenue de fin de soirée. Isabelle rougit un peu, mais à mon grand étonnement, ne se vexe pas et ne les envois pas balader. Elle prend même soin de retourner le compliment à Marc sur sa tenue vestimentaire assez classe. C’est alors que des bruits plus forts nous parviennent de la télé. C’est encore une femme qui subit une double pénétration vulgare et qui pousse des cris stridents. Isabelle regarde la scène longuement. Elle n’arrive pas à quitter des yeux les deux énormes bites qui ramonent la gonzesse. Ceci amène directement la discussion sur la taille des sexes. Phil et Marc parlent entre eux des dimensions de bites, disant que cela n’était pas nécessairement l’apanage d’un bon baiseur. Puis Phil prends Isabelle à témoin : « et toi, tu préfères un gros morceau ou ca t’est égal ? » Isabelle me regarde un peu gênée. Je viens à mister secours : « en fait, Isabelle ne sait pas très bien ce qu’est une grosse bite, ayant seulement 18 cm à lui proposer ». Phil la regarde avec des yeux compatissants et dit : « il faudra quand même que tu essayes un jour un gros calibre ». Je vois alors dans le regard de mon épouse la lueur du désir. Elle s’est installée plus confortablement, laissant nos deux convives lui parler de sexe, mater ses cuisses dénudées, car la nuisette déjà très courte est remontée quasiment au niveau de ses fesses. Elle nous ressert un verre. Cette fois, ses seins mistert sortis du l’échancrure, et les tétons apparaissent au grand jour. Je remarque dans le pantalon de Phil une bosse proéminente. Cela n’a pas échappé à Isabelle qui se permet même de lui faire remarquer : « c’est le film ou c’est moi qui te fait cet effet ? » Là, je suis bouche bée. Entendre ma femme demander à un mec si c’est elle qui le fait bander, je n’aurai jamais pu l’imaginer. Marc reprends « évidemment que c’est toi, les films de cul, il en voit tous les samedis et ça lui fait plus rien. Par contre, une ravissante belette qui lui présente ses seins, ça lui fait de l’effet, comme à moi d’ailleurs » Isabelle éclate de rire. Je suis littéralement bluffé. C’est elle qui relance en disant que si une paire de seins leur fait cet effet, qu’est-ce que ça doit être lorsqu’ils voient une femme nue. Les propos se font de plus en plus torrides. « Eh bien, dit Phil, si tu veux le savoir, montre en nous un peu plus » Et mon mari, dit Isabelle, vous pensez qu’il va accepter que je mette nue devant ses copains ? Qu’en penses-tu me dit Marc. Tu accepterais que ta charmante épouse nous dévoile ses secrets ? Hébété, je hoche de la tête un signe qui dire ni oui ni non. Alors tu vois, dit Phil à Isabelle, il n’a pas l’air contre. Isabelle me regarde en souriant et me dit « puisque tu ne dis rien, et que cela fait longtemps que tu insistes pour sortir en club, je vais considérer que ce club est ici. Expliquez-moi quelle est la tenue qu’il faut ». Facile rétorque Marc. Dans un premier temps, tu retires ton string pour être entièrement nue sous ta nuisette. D’un bond, Isabelle se lève, et retire mister string. Dans le mouvement, on voit nettement mister sexe rasé à la lumière. Elle se rassoit et croise les jambes. A vous de vous mettre en tenue dit-elle à Marc et à Phil. Sans hésiter, mes deux amis se déshabillent pour se retrouver en 2 minutes en slip pour un et caleçon pour l’autre. Mes deux camarades étant plus jeunes que moi, 27 ans pour Phil et 31 ans pour Marc, ils mistert de toute évidence un peu plus musclé que moi. Ils mistert surtout beaucoup mieux membrés et cela se voit immédiatement sous leurs sous vêtements. Isabelle applaudit le streap-tease masculin auquel elle vient d’assister. Phil continue de lui expliquer le déroulement normal d’un club. Maintenant, dit-il à Isabelle, tu va nous allumer. Tu découvres tes seins et tu écartes légèrement les cuisses afin qu’on puisse entrevoir ton sexe, sans trop le montrer. Un jeu subtil était en train de se dérouler sous mes yeux, moi étant toujours habillé et totalement oublié par mon épouse et mes amis. Je décide donc de les regarder, même si à ce moment là, l’instinct de jalousie fait mister apparition. Voir ma femme écarter les cuisses pour offrir la vision de sa chatte à mes deux amis me fait un petit pincement au cœur. Phil se lève, et s’approche d’Isabelle. Elle est assise et le slip de Phil est la hauteur de sa tête. Maintenant, lui dit-il, tu passe ta main sur la bosse de mon slip, lentement. Hésitante, Isabelle lève mister bras et pose ses doigts sur l’engin. Ouah ! dit-elle. C’est monstrueux. Et t’a rien vu. Maintenant, baisse toi-même mon slip pour découvrir la bête. De ses deux mains, elle prend le slip de Phil et le fait descendre jusqu’au sol. L’énorme pieu fait mister apparition. En relevant la tête, Isabelle se retrouve à quelques centimètres de la bite de Phil. Elle arrête mister mouvement et reste figée devant la queue en érection. Au moins 25 centimètres de chair pointent devant la bouche d’Isabelle. Phil lui prends la tête et la fait avancer directement sur mister sexe. La bite bute sur la bouche d’Isabelle car elle garde les lèvres fermées. Mais la tension est trop grande pour qu’elle fasse marche arrière. Lentement, sa bouche s’ouvre et la matraque de Phil s’enfile à l’intérieur. A ce moment là, il doit se souvenir que j’existe et me dit : « et bien mon salaud, ta femme à une sacrée bouche à pipe ». Pour la première fois, je vois mon épouse sucer une autre bite que la mienne, et deux fois plus grosse. Marc se lève aussi et viens se placer devant Isabelle. Il s’accroupit, lui soulève la nuisette pour mettre au jour le fruit défendu. Instinctivement, Isabelle s’ouvre largement pour offrir mister abricot à la langue avide de Marc. Au moment où il la pose sur mister clito assez proéminent et très sensible, Ma femme émet un petit cri de plaisir. Marc lui lèche la chatte goulument, insérant sa langue entre les lèvres vaginales pour aller chercher le gout de la liqueur secrète. Phil lui caresse les seins tout en se faisant pomper. Ma femme se transforme rapidement en bonne salope, malaxant les couilles de Phil, pompant comme une meurt de faim mister énorme bite et se cambrant au maximum pour laisser le plus grand passage à la tête de Marc entre ses cuisses. En ce qui me concerne, je ne préfère pas participer aux ébats, préférant laisser ma femme aux mains de mes deux camarades. Je sors donc ma queue de mon pantalon et entame une lente masturbation. Phil retire sa bite de la bouche de mon épouse et pousse la tête de Marc qui semble surpris. Il prend Isabelle par le bras et l’emmène jusqu’au canapé. Il s’assoit et lui dit d’un ton assez autoritaire : « enfile-toi sur ma bite » Isabelle lui dit alors qu’il n’a pas de préservatif. On s’en fout répond-il. De toute façon, on va se vider les couilles dans tes trous. A ces mots, Isabelle se rebelle. Pourquoi dans Mes trous, vous n’allez pas me sodomiser. « Ta gueule petite pute » dit Marc. « Bien sur qu’on va t’enculer, et après, tu aimeras ça et tu ne te refuseras plus à ton mari. » Isabelle me regarde d’un air effrayé. Je me surprends alors à lui dire : « tu as commencé ce jeu, tu dois le terminer. Phil et Marc vont te défoncer et si tu résiste, on t’attache et on te bâillonne » Impuissante et surprise par mes propos, Isabelle se positionne devant Phil, enjambe le canapé et présente mister sexe humide devant la bite énorme. Lentement, elle se laisse descendre et s’enfile en un seul trait les 25cm de bite. Phil lui lèche les seins pendant qu’elle se lime elle-même sur le pieu. Marc se place derrière elle, le prend par les épaules et la pousse un peu en avant. Il se lèche les doigts et les frotte sur mister petit trou. Isabelle sert les fesses. Une claque retentit dans la pièce. Alors, elle relâche la pression et laisse le doigt inquisiteur de Marc lui pénétrer l’anus. Après quelques mouvements préparateurs, Marc retire mister doigt et place sa queue à l’entrée anale. D’un coup sec, il lui pénètre le fion et s’appuie sur elle de tout mister poids pour entrer jusqu’à la garde. Quand les couilles de Marc touchent celle de Phil, Isabelle a les bites totalement en elle. Voir ma femme prise en sandwich par les deux grosses bites de mes amis me fait entrer en transe. J’éjacule sur le parquet. Ils la liment ainsi plusieurs minutes, et en cœur, ils déchargent leur purée dans les deux trous respectifs d’Isabelle. Dans un râle général de plaisir, on entend le générique de fin du film porno. Marc retire sa queue du cul d’Isabelle. Elle se lève alors pour se dégager de l’énorme pieu de Phil, à peine dégonflé. Le sperme lui coule sur les cuisses. Elle me regarde alors fixement et me dit : « tu as bien fait d’insister pour que je me fasse baiser par d’autres hommes. J’ai tellement apprécié cette soirée que chaque samedi, on ira en club et je me ferai défoncer les trous par des bites les plus grosses possibles, ainsi que par tes amis quand tu seras parti en déplacement » Je savais dorénavant que je serai cocu chaque semaine. Ma femme avait ce soir là découvert mister appétit sexuel sans limite. Depuis ce jour, chaque semaine, elle se fait baiser par mes deux potes, et la semaine prochaine, à la réunion du Rotary, elle veut se taper un grand Black qui a la quarantaine et dont les attributs mistert selon les dires hors normes. Son dernier souhait est un Gang Bang avec 6 ou 7 types. Il y aura à coup sur Phil et Marc. 4 ou 5 places restent à prendre, à condition d’être bien membré et d’être respectueux et discret. Celui se fera un week-end en avril. Avis aux amateurs…

Repentance

Soaking in the shower with my head hung low, I was gripped with sudden fear. Jumping out of the cubicle, I raced into the bedroom, water dripping from my used body. The clock confirmed my concerns, there was not long till my wife got home. It really was our anniversary, and she wanted to have a special meal, especially as she had turned down her boss for it.

I rushed quickly about the house, throwing on some underwear and the apron I had discarded earlier. Fortunately a lot of the work had already been done, but the meal was a long way off. I lost himself in frantic preparations, plagued by guilt for the day's actions.

Jo Returns

Terror swept through my body as I heard Jo enter. I did not turn round, did not leave the kitchen. As she entered, heels clicking primly, I hung my head, aware of her gaze - incredulous - on my bare back.

"Why doesn't this surprise me," it was not a question. Scorn flooded her words.

"I'm sorry, Jo," I almost whispered, my body sagging even further.

"Ha!" she threw at me, "I gave up a meal with Douglas for this!"

Turning, I looked up at her eyes imploringly, "Please, Jo? I can have everything ready in a little while?"

She sneered at me, disgusted, "You get weaker by the minute; you've even got a frilly apron on like a woman!"

My eyes dropped again, and I turned back to the sink where I had been washing the pots. She plucked a pair of dirty panties from the washing basket beside her with her slender fingers, and threw them at me, "If you're going to act like a snivelling little housewife, then you might as well dress like one!"

I felt them hit my leg and slide down to the floor. I looked down at the panties, remembering the plumber, and shivered.

"Put them on!" Jo grabbed my hair and yanked my head down towards them, she seemed strangely stronger them me, "Do it now!"

I saw no way out, my guilt stole any stubbornness. I obeyed her, pulling my underwear down fast and replacing it swiftly with her dirty panties. I felt a twinge in my tiny cock, it made me blush with shame. I stood looking down, waiting to hear her disgust.

"Hi Doug," said Jo. I span round to see that she was on the phone, completely ignoring me. She flicked her long blonde hair and fished a cigarette from a pack in her bag. She took a quick drag on it, "Looks like I can make it tonight after all... That's right, let down again..."

I did not know what to do, so just turned back to the dishes. After a few more insults regarding me, she completed the call, and stared at me with menace, "Put these on too," she threw one of her very large bras at me and left the room.

Dressed as she had demanded, I felt a warmth spreading from my crotch, deepening my shame.

After a while she came back in, dressed to *******. She laughed at my slim frame and empty bra. Her blue eyes looked down at mine, even without the high heels she was wearing, she was taller than me.

"You look like such a faggot. Pad that bra out. I want you sitting at the bottom of the stairs when I come in, and the house spotless. Clear?"

"Yes, Jo."

"My cab is here, I will see you later," she turned and swept out of the room.

Waiting

My tiny dick was rigid as I rushed about the house. It ashamed me. The hot dampness began to rub slightly.

I was soon sitting on the stairs. Silently, barely looking towards it, my right hand slipped into the sexy panties I wore. My panties. My fingers grew sticky and wet as I leaned back and spread my legs. My eyes closed as my index finger circled my sore hole, spreading the wetness. My thoughts were of being used by the plumber, as my mid digit sunk into my willing ass.

Awakened

The sound of a car pulling away woke me. I pulled my finger out of my ass and sucked it clean quickly, squinting at the new taste. It was two in the morning. The door opened and in swayed Jo, giggling and tipsy with take.

She looked at me and paused, her eyes glazed over with a look of lust, "Good boy, you can get some things right. I thought you were going to be tucked up in bed."

I looked up at her with a sorrowful expression, longing to be forgiven, "The house is clean too, Jo. I'm really sorry about tonight."

She moved over to me, smiling, put her knee between my legs and held my head with one hand, "Mmm... My good little housewife..." she licked my lips, "I am so horny. Douglas was flirting with me all night, he is awful..."

I stiffened at the mention of Douglas - I knew only too well that she found him very attractive - But still responded to her advances, hoping to take her mind off him. Her movements became frantic with desire. Hands all over my body. She was turning me on, driving me crazy.

"Oh god, I have been going mad tonight..." she breathed, "He had his hand on my leg on the car journey home, sliding it up slowly. But don't worry, I didn't let him get any of the good stuff, I've saved that for you."

She climbed up me, positioning her crotch over my face, then pulled her long, figure hugging dress up her shapely legs. My head powerd back onto the stairs, I saw clearly how horny she was; her red thong was sodden. My little erection returned and I lunged forward, sucking her big pussy through the material.

"Oh yes!" she growled, "Suck it into your mouth, chew those pussy lips!"

Jo pushed down on me, grinding her groin into my face. Her passion built quickly, she had not been joking when she said how horny she was. I wondered how much had really happened between her and Douglas. All I could smell was her, the musky odour, some fresh, some certainly stale.

She came amid screams of pleasure, flooding my face with her cum, soaking me through the flimsy wet material. She got off me, and grabbed my reddened face, "I want you inside me right now!" She pulled her thong to the side as I did the same to reveal my hardness, then sunk down onto me.

Her face was immediately frustrated, "Come on? Are you hard?!" she grunted.

"Y-yes, Jo" I managed, pushing my tiny manhood into her hungry pussy, as far as I could.

After a few moments of struggle, she stood up suddenly, "You fucking excuse for a man! Damn right you should be dressed like a woman, that thing isn't much more than a fucking clit!"

"It used to be enough, Jo?"

She looked down at me in anger, I looked even smaller than usual, "Well it hardly brushes the fucking sides now! Come with me."

A Slut

I pulled himself up from the uncomfortable position on the , and followed her up to the bedroom. She was busy rummaging in some boxes at the back of her wardrobe. I stood at the foot of the bed waiting for her. It was not long before I saw what she was looking for. A big, thick dildo.

She looked at me, a smile back on her face, but I wished it was not there at present. She lay back on the bed and beckoned me over, handing me the giant.

I could not quite believe what I was looking at. Could not believe what I was holding. It smelt of her. It felt bigger than the plumber had, almost alive and rippling with veins.

"Put some red lipstick on, I want you to suck it like the girl you are," I looked at her, certain I was reading her wrong. She returned my gaze coldly, "Do it."

Trying not to let on that I knew exactly where her lipstick was, I coated his lips, watching Jo finger herself out of the corner of my eye. The take and my increased submissiveness had given her the confidence to do that which she had never before.

"Now suck it like a slut..." she breathed, beginning to lose herself in her administrations.

Feeling my miniscule hardness pulsing with arousal against my will, I drew it to my lips. My tongue touched the tip. This seemed worse than the anonymous liaimister with the plumber.

"Into your mouth, Terri... past those ruby red lips..." she purred, her fingers in her pussy increasing their pace.

The ten inch monster filled my mouth, unyielding and salty. I pushed it to the back of my throat, feeling himself begin to gag, then slid it back and forth. I felt so low, performing for my wife's entertainment, giving a blow job to a dildo at least four times my size. Dampness grew in my panties.

"Oh yes... that's it you little slut," she was squirming on the bed, her free hand now under her dress playing with her nipple, "Look at how damp your panties are, I can't believe you are getting off on this! You are such a pervert."

My eyes looked down, only to see the phallus filling my mouth. I had never felt so humiliated, but could not stop. My dick was nothing, I was nothing. I had never been so aroused in my life, and there was no way back from here.

"Now get over here and bury that thing into me!" she demanded. I rushed over, getting onto my hands and knees before her, then sunk the toy into her oozing pussy. Her fleshy lips stretched around it, as she let out a low moan, relishing the feelings of her body struggling to accommodate the beast. "That's, so good..."

Jo ground her hips against it, leaning back and closing her eyes, "Work it hard and fast, fuck me like a dyke, Terri," there was desperate sexual longing in her voice, she was close to explosion. She writhed with pleasure, letting out squeals of ecstasy.

Pulling her dress down over her pert, bra-less breasts, she pulled my face into them, "Suck on my titties!" There could be no arguing with her, and I was beyond the ability to do so anyhow. I took a big, erect nipple into my painted mouth, sucking and teasing as I rammed the dildo in and out.

She came, and came big. It was an earsplitting orgasm, one that threw gallons of cum out onto the sheets and over my hand.

After Glow

Panting, her chest heaving, Jo pushed me off her, "Oh my... that was the first time I've truly cum with you since we married, not counting the times you stuck that clever tongue of yours in there," my face was a mixture of agony and pride, "Make sure you put that thing away and clean up."

Rolling over, she fell almost immediately to relax. I was lost without her instructions. I powerd myself to act, removing her clothes and getting her into bed. I did as she said and then went to have a shower. Trying to remove some of the shame with the cum.

My tiny dick was still hard, but I could not bring myself to look at it anymore. I rubbed it through the panties, feeling cum fill them in seconds. Crying with offense, I got under the stream of water.

Morning After

I brought up Jo's breakfast after having a fitful relax. I still ached from having been used on the stairs last night. She woke up slowly, and took the tray from me. I always make breakfast for her, she is used to it, but today there was no thank you.

Suddenly her relaxiness faded, "What are you wearing?" she snapped. I was in my dressing gown as the house was cold and I had slept naked. I responded, explaining this, she answered coldly, "Put mine on, you little faggot."

I had thought that last night's activities were merely a one off - punishment for a ruined anniversary – and just stood there, dumbfounded.

"Do as I say, Terri," she said evenly. I turned, letting my dressing gown slip onto the floor as I approached hers. It was a silky feminine gown, something that she wore on special occasions. It was out as it was supposed to have been a celebration last night. I wished it was not.

I hung the light material over my small frame; it was cold, as was the house. Despite my embarrassment, I felt myself beginning to get aroused; I prayed she would not notice.

"That's better," she said through a mouthful of cereal, "You don't deserve to dress like a man, all you have is a clit. Understand?"

I mumred an agreement, my eyes on the floor. It was good enough for her. She continued to eat her breakfast, switching on the television and ignoring me. I went to get the rest of her work things ready.

My Punishment

She came downstairs dressed in her tight business suit. The skirt was short, showing off her amazing legs. I was surprised she had come down so soon, she did not have to leave for work for quite a while.

"Terri, you are going to be punished for last night," she started. I had thought that what had happened was punishment enough, but was not going to argue with her. She seemed so angry that I feared losing her forever, "Since you like being dressed up like the slut you are, I think I will have to use that as your punishment."

I was confused; I did not see how using something I liked could be a punishment. I looked at her, unsure of what to think; afraid to say anything unless she changed her mind and thought of something that I did not like.

"We're going to dress you up like a whore, then send you down into town to do your shopping," her explanation made all the color drain from my face, I stared, unable to move, "So get upstairs, you little slut."

I walked ahead of her, painfully aware of her eyes examining my frame as I climbed the stairs. Glancing briefly at her, I saw that she was appraising me like an object. I can only assume that she was considering what would look best on me.

There was an outfit already laid out on the unmade bed, and it terrified me. It consisted of clothes that I did not even know Jo owned. There was a red satin corset - fairly plain, but with small black ribbons. I felt a rush of warmth in my crotch looking at it. Beside it was a ridiculously short, black vinyl mini skirt, red fishnet stockings and thong, and thigh high, black vinyl boots. She had not been joking when she said I was going to look like a hooker. I was desperate to hide how wet I felt myself becoming.

My fear was very evident, and Jo was enjoying every moment, "I thought this might take the smile off your face. Now get it all on, and quickly, you had better not make me late for work."

I acted fast; slipping a panty liner in while Jo's back was turned. When it came to the corset, she pulled it tighter than I had ever pulled her black one. She had used duct tape to squeeze up as much of my chest as possible. With the power of the corset, I had passable cleavage. Looking in the mirror, I felt a little faint, made worse by the small amount of air the corset was supplying.

"Oh yes, you are looking perfect," she stood back to look at me, "Now lets add some tarty makeup and jewellery to finish the job. When I'm finished with you, you will be propositioned by every sleazy man in the town."

I sat down and let her help me finish off the look. My eyes began to water but she slapped me, warning me not to let my mascara run. I controlled myself the best I could allowing her to add the last touches. She styled my hair with plenty of body.

"Now let's have a look at you," she stood me up in front of the mirror and made me give her a twirl, "Very, very nice... You look like a cheap whore, and I have to say, it suits you. You are wasting this body of yours on trying to look like a man!"

I said nothing, just looked, and tried to pretend I did not like what I saw. The problem was not how I looked, but my wife's obvious enjoyment of the exercise, and my imminent introduction into polite society.

My stockings finished below the hem of the skirt, the suspender straps disappearing underneath tantalisingly. I would not be able to bend over without showing my ass cheeks, the skirt was that short. I hung the tacky red handbag that Jo had found from somewhere over my shoulder.

She picked up her things and headed for the door, "I'm going to drop you off in town so that I know you haven't disobeyed, and I want to see the things you bought when I come back at lunch time. So hurry up."

Town

I stood and watched her car until it turned a corner. It was an hour long walk from here back to the house, there was no chance that I could go back, change, and return to shop in time. She had left me with close to the exact amount I needed, certainly not enough to save time by using the bus or a taxi. I swallowed and looked hesitantly about me. No one appeared to be looking at me at the moment, but that could change dramatically.

With a deep breath, I set off into the shopping centre; my heels clicking, the cold wind chilling my bare shoulders, my eyes down. As I got closer, it got busier. After a few minutes, I heard whistles and cat calls from some workmen, and wanted to just disappear. I began to become aware of lingering looks from the men I passed, and disgust from the women.

To begin with I was humiliated, but then felt a strange pride developing in me. These men were looking at me, in front of wives and girlfriends. So what if the women felt disgust; fuck them, they were jealous of me. I found myself swinging my hips more, my shoulders less stooped. I watched the expressions on passers by, and let my eyes meet some of the more blatant men – a little smile played over my lips as one looked straight at me. He almost walked into a newspaper stand as he watched me.

My cold body felt invigorated. I relished the power I had over these weak men. I flicked my hair, licked my lips, and walked on.

The shop assistants fell over themselves to help me and I flirted unabashedly with them. This was easy. I wished I had done it before. Looking at the men vying for my attention, I began to think of the feeling of the plumber's big cock filling me, the taste of his precum, and felt lust begin to grow within me.

Last Stop

I walked into the last shop, a small hardware store, and saw my best opportunity to flirt yet. It was empty but for the owner, sitting reading the sport section of a particularly low brow tabloid. I walked up to him, watching him look me over in detail; he was a fairly large, middle aged man. I checked my watch; I still had a few moments to make him squirm.

"Can I help you?" he asked, sitting forward and putting down the paper.

I gave a coy laugh and let my body language speak volumes, "I always need help, I am hopeless in a shop like this. I always get the wrong thing, and my husband has to bring it back."

His eyebrows rose at the word husband. He looked me over again, and seemed to relax even further. He stood up and walked around the little counter towards me, "Well then, what does your other half want? I'm sure it'll be in here somewhere."

Turning my body toward him, I flicked my hair and smiled, "You'll have to look at my list, I will probably read it wrong," as I went to hand it to him, I let it fall down, then seductively bent down, pivoting at the hip with my back to him. I knew that he saw my ass and thong clearly. I handed him the piece of paper, thrilling as my small hands were almost engulfed in his. He did not pull them back quickly, and neither did I.

He looked at the list, and then at me. He spoke slowly, confidently, "I've got something that you need that isn't on this list."

I was completely taken aback, he was responding rather quicker than I imagined to my playful advances. A look of panic shot across my face, and I just managed a nervous laugh.

"I get the feeling that you need something from this shop that you can't get at home," he continued, he had moved quite close, but now moved towards the door. He locked it.

My fear was now impossible to conceal, "What are you doing? I have to get going quite soon."

He walked towards me, and I felt his presence loom over me. I suddenly became aware of the signals I was sending out with my dress and actions. It was only a matter of time before I met a man who would act on the lust I was teasingly arousing in them.

"Please don't," I begged, shrinking away from him.

"Oh, you know you want it, and so do I," he grabbed my hands and held them together in one of his, I pulled away, struggling, but he easily dragged me into the storeroom. I did not scream, just whimpered. "You want a big cock inside you, and mine is aching to get into your cunt."

He pulled me close to him, a hand groping over my body, "Please stop, please? I'm on my period," for a moment he paused, but then powerd a rough kiss on my red lips.

"There're lots of other things you can do for me," he breathed into my mouth, "You are crying out for it you slut. Dressed up like a whore and throwing yourself at me."

"Please stop, my husband is expecting me home!"

"He can wait a few more minutes," he pushed me against some shelves and assaulted me, I could not stop him. His hands were all over me and I felt the fear of his discovering what was inside my underwear along with dreadful helplessness. I also knew that he was right. I wanted it, and I wanted it like this.

He felt my chest through the corset, and I shivered as my nipples were tugged at a little. I knew it for certain now; I was getting damp in my thong. My struggles slowed and I let him maul me. He noticed immediately, and groaned approval, running his hands up my legs to my ass. I hitched a leg up against his body, feeling his enormous bulge pressed against my stomach, and sucked on his tongue as it probed my mouth.

"Oh yeah, bitch; you are hot," he unzipped his flies and fished out his massive meat. A big, thick nine inches. I wanted it in me, I wanted it in the hole I now thought of us my cunt.

He pushed me down, and I went with ease, my eyes fixed on his hot tool. He did not need to tell me, although it was clear he did not need my approval anyway. I sucked it into my mouth, pleased to hear him sigh as it entered, then took it in my hands, licking it up and down while massaging it with my feminine hands. He groaned as I took inside again, only to run my mouth down him to his big balls; hairy and smelly. I sucked them, giving him a hand job as I did.

I stretched my neck out as I deep throated him. I knew I still had much to learn, but my practise on the dildo for my wife had helped me. I hardly gagged, and was soon bobbing my head up and down on his stick while looking at the expressions of pleasure on his face.

He looked down at me as I felt his balls tense, and pulled out of my mouth, "Oh no, this load is going in your cunt."

"Please don't! I'm on my period, take me in my ass? Please?" I begged him, he could see the fear in my eyes and thought for a moment, my expression began one of lust, "I really want you in my ass... Fuck me and fill me up, I need you in me..."

His expression became a sneer of power and desire, "Bend over the bench then."

I did as he said, pulling my thong aside as I had for the plumber, only this time I knew what was to come. My legs were taught and shapely as I spread my legs and looked over my shoulder at him.

He grunted as he pushed his beast into my willing hole, I knew I was still tight, and the pain told me I still had a way to go before I could accommodate cocks easily. He grabbed my hips and banged into me, groaning as he did. I lost control, growling like an natural and screaming out in a mixture of pain and unheard of pleasure.

He came in me, filling my bowels with hot juices, and I cried out in fulfilment.

The Long Walk

With each step I felt his cum squirt out of my stretched hole. I could hear it squelching and loved the sound of it. I looked the worst for wear and had no time to adjust my appearance. He had slapped my ass and flicked his shrinking dick into his trousers. I could still here his words of praise for the 'most fucked up whore' he had enjoyed for a long time, and knew I would return soon.

I opened the door and rushed into the kitchen. I had enough time to clean myself up before Jo got home, so sped upstairs, rubbing myself through my thong. I needed to cum more than I had ever known.

"You did as I said!" exclaimed my wife happily as I rushed into the bedroom. She was stretched out on the bed, dressed in her sexiest underwear. The room was lit by candles.

My surprise at seeing her was clear. I froze, and so did she. She got up, putting her glass of wine down, and came over to me.

Her tone had changed from pleasure to ice, "What happened? You smell of sex," she said with disgust. She had obviously planned to test my love for her and then reward me. I had betrayed her. I could not speak. "Take your hands out of your panties and turn around."

I did as she said, letting her pull my thong down. The mess of mine and the shop owner's juices were plain to see. His cum had run down into the top of my boots.

"This is who you are? I am speechless."

She just stood there as I hung my head and let tears flow freely over my cheeks.

Then she moved silently around the room getting dressed and ignoring me, I did not know what to do, so just stayed where I was.

"Things are going to change, Terri. Clean yourself up, I will see you later."

Telephone Call

I was sitting wrapped in a towel crying at the bottom of the stairs. Dread filled my body. That horrible empty feeling when you know that only the worst can come of your actions.

The house was clean, I was now purged of the filth of the day after a cleansing shower, and now I was waiting to hear from Jo. Wondering what the outcome would be.

The telephone rang. I knew who it was going to be.

"I want that house gleaming, and I want a gourmet meal for three ready for six," she ordered with malice through the phone, "You are going to be an obedient little bitch for me tonight, aren't you?"

"Yes, Jo," I replied, very quietly.

"Doug's wife is out of town, and I told him that you were to. He's expecting to see my little sister, Terri, and I've told him what a hot bitch she is. You will serve us and obey everything I say, understood?"

"Yes, Jo."

"Good. You had better look good, slut."

The phone was slammed down. My tears began to fall again.

Wining and Dining

Doug was quite a man; I could see what Jo found attractive about him. Tall, rugged and muscular, he was dressed stylishly and carried himself with an easy confidence. I spoke as little as possible and hurried around them.

Jo was sitting, flirting, at the dining table with him. She looked good enough to eat, and by Doug's expression, that is not far off from what he planned. He had looked me over more than once, subtly touching me without raising my guard whenever possible. I longed to let him touch me all he wanted, but after today's activities, was taking no chances.

My best efforts could not fathom out how Jo's mind worked. I played along, desperate to please her, and knowing that I had no choice if I ever wanted to see her again.

I had on the long black dress that I had worn yesterday when the plumber had come. My makeup was less garish than earlier, and the corset not as tight. Jo had seen to that as soon as she had come in; she powerd it closed another few inches. Looking in the mirror whenever possible, I liked the appearance, and I think Doug did too.

"So, how often does Terri come calling?" he asked Jo whilst looking at me.

She saw his gaze and smiled evilly, "Oh, I think she's going to be staying quiet a while, especially if she serves us as good as this regularly," my cheeks flushed, and I looked down at my high heels.

They continued to talk about me, and I could bear it no longer. I quickly moved into the kitchen. I looked at the bottles of wine left; not many, they were getting through them at quite a rate.

I started to open one and was having difficulty when Doug walked in, he saw my struggles and moved towards me, "Here, let me help," he stood behind me and put his big hands over mine.

I sighed audibly, leaning into him as he effortlessly removed the stubborn cork. I looked up at him, "Thank you, you're very strong."

He brushed my complement aside and returned to the dinning room with the wine. Jo came in after him; I was still standing, overcome slightly.

"I think he likes you, Terri," she said with a wicked gleam in her eye, "If he comes onto you, don't resist."

"But, Jo?"

"Don't try that one on me, you slut, I know what you want. But trust me, you won't get it tonight," she turned and walked towards the door, "Come through, and remember what you are. My bitch."

I followed her. I knew that she was right. Something had changed yesterday, although it brewed for a long time. I did not have the spine to complain, and there was a part of me that craved her domination. A part that was growing all the time.

After Dinner Treats

"You won't believe what this little slut has been saying, Doug!" exclaimed Jo playfully as we entered the room, "She said that she thinks your cock is enormous. Can you believe that?"

He eyed us both, trying to gauge how far he could go, "Maybe a little too big for a girl like you," he answered, he knew that tonight was going to be a good one.

I just blushed and smiled nervously. I was desperate to know how big he was, I had watched his bulge throughout the evening.

Jo went up to him and put her arms casually around his neck. I felt sick as I saw her lean forward and pause, inviting him to kiss her. He looked at me as he moved the last few inches between them, and kissed my wife.

I just stood there. I knew this was going to happen, but actually seeing it was horrible. They were quickly locked in a passionate embrace. She sat on his lap, her dress riding up her toned thighs. Despite my sinking heart, I could feel the familiar dampness spreading in my panties.

Doug leant back and Jo began to unbutton his shirt, "Don't be a stranger, Terri," he beckoned, and I found myself walking towards him.

I moved to kiss his lips, moist from my wife's, when she pulled his face away from me, "Ah, ah, I'm here to be kissed, she's just for added extras..." she gave him an open mouth kiss, then told him to go and lay on the couch. He wasted no time in complying, shedding his shirt and trousers on the way. Jo pulled his underwear down, revealing his big dick and balls. Easily as big as the plumber's, but cleaner, well groomed.

He lay back, and she got on top of him. His hands freed her big breasts, and they writhed together, groping one another. I looked on and drooled.

Jo pulled away slightly and looked at me, "Come and suck on this big cock, you little slut," I had been mesmerised by it since it been released, and moved quickly over.

Getting in between his legs on my knees, I bent towards it. Jo slid off, sprawled beside him, and withdrew her dildo from her bag. I half watched as she took off her panties and slipped the plastic penis inside her, but was too engrossed in gazing at the magnificent shaft before me. I ran my tongue down its length, hearing Doug moan softly, then used my hands on it as I licked his balls.

"Mmm... Terri, you are evil..." he groaned, "Stop tormenting me!"

I obeyed, and drew it into my mouth, massaging it with my tongue as I bobbed my head with little movements. Jo was going crazy, she was ramming the dildo in and out, "Do it you slut, deep throat his cock!" she growled.

I sunk my head onto him, taking him all in. Again and again I felt his pubes against my nose, then his head by my lips. I looked at his eyes, closed and lost, then at Jo, her face contorted with anger and pleasure. He was close to cumming, I could sense it. So could Jo, she leaned forward and told me to stop. He looked at her with confusion.

"I want your load inside me..." she said, licking his shinning dick, then her eyes lit up, "Let's stick this dildo up Terri's ass!"

He looked at me with a nasty smile, "Oh yes, let's see what she can take."

I looked worried, terrified Jo would let him see my little stick, and scared of their sudden interest in hurting me.

"Lay back on the floor and lift your legs," I did as she ordered. She turned to Doug, "Stretch them wide apart and push them back, so there's plenty of room in her hole."

As my legs were spread to a very painful extent, she moved my panties aside and roughly shoved her slimy tool into my aching ass. I groaned in pain as it was powerd in. Then she put my panties back and tied my hands in front of me. I did not know what to do, this was becoming dangerous. She looked down at me with hatred and malice, she was enjoying this, and then she spat on my face. Doug looked a little surprised at this, but the holy water and momentum of the evening took control.

"Screw me over her face, Doug," she said, getting on her hands and knees over my head, her face over my legs, "I have wanted you to take me for so long."

He moved behind her, his big balls hanging down on my forehead. I watched as his shaft slid smoothly into her soaking pussy. There was nothing else I could see.

"Oh yes, you are big..." she moaned as he began to drive into her, "Lick my pussy, slut."

I did as she said, sticking my tongue out as far as I could, and flicking her clit. This drove her moans into natural noises, and she came, flooding my face. He carried on, controlling himself well. As she began to cum again, so did he. I watched his balls tighten; saw cum seep out of her lips. Then gazed as his dick was pulled out, slowly shrinking.

"Clean me up, slut," she ordered. I obeyed, sucking his cum from her hot pussy. My offense was extreme, tasting his stinking seed from my wife.

When I had sucked and licked her clean, she had me do the same for him. He began to get hard again.

Sleeping Arrangements

As soon as she saw him growing in my mouth, Jo said 'why didn't they continue in bed', and he readily agreed. As she left she told me that I would be in the spare room, and was to clean and get breakfast ready early for them. I sat there, my hands now untied, and nodded. She stopped, and looked at me.

"I think it would be appropriate if you called me Mistress, don't you?"

I knew she was right. Either I did something about what was happening, or allowed her to take complete control. I did not have it in me to protest.

"Yes, Mistress," I responded, my eyes on the floor.

"Oh, and keep the dildo in your ass until I tell you otherwise," she left the room.

I did as she had asked and then went to the spare room. I could hear them making love, the walls were thin and I was right next to them.

I got down onto all fours and slowly began to fuck myself with the dildo. I could hear her screaming. I reached under my corset and played with my nipple, it felt good. I began to groan too, I pinched harder, then assaulted the other. I had never felt so electric. Out of nowhere, I came in my panties, but it did not stop. I pulled the dildo out and shoved it down my throat to stifle my screams. As I did, I came and filled my panties more than I ever had before.

Collapsing, I fell arelax listening to the sordid games in the next room.

Early Hours

I woke, cold and aching, on the guest room floor. The sounds of sex were still coming from the master bedroom. I could not help but sob as I felt the uncomfortable dampness of cum in my underwear, and the taste of my own ass in my mouth.

I picked myself off the floor and cleaned up somewhat, my tiny dick twitching as I looked at my slutty demeanour and listened to my wife groaning in lust next door. I looked down at the only thing identifying me as a man, stiff and almost painful in arousal. I tucked it back into my panties, and straightened my clothing out. I was left in the tight black corset, four inch black heels, and lacy thong that had just been rinsed out in the ensuite. I let the restrictive thong press my little bit of manhood flat against my crotch, even hard, it barely noticed.

Jo screamed out Doug's name, begging for more. I heard him groan from cumming once again and felt my body tingle in desire. I wanted to be the one fucked by him. I needed it. I wondered if I could turn him on enough to take me, perhaps if I dressed to arouse him.

With these thoughts in mind I began to make myself into a vision from one of my teenage wet dreams; delving into the store of Halloween clothes in this room. Red fishnets were attached to my corset, thigh high latex boots pulled over them, matching gloves that reached my elbows, collar, and thong. The heels were very high, wearing these I would only be slightly shorter than Jo.

After applying whore-ish makeup, I looked again in the mirror and almost came in lust. I would drop jaws. I could not believe how I looked, and kept posing, running my hands over my body. Those hands soon found their way between my legs, rubbing through the latex panties. I was in ecstasy, moaning and writhing against my hands. So much so that I had not noticed the sounds from the next room were no longer there.

I was close to cumming, my face betraying the intensity of my emotions, enough to make Jo, who had been watching from the door, stop me in my tracks.

"Stop, right there, slut!" she snapped. I jumped and span round, seeing her standing in the doorway looking very well fucked, and wearing only a robe.

"J-J..." I stammered, then remembered what I was to call her from now on, "M-Mistress! Sorry Mistress!"

She closed the door behind her and stalked into the room, "Get on your knees, bitch," she commanded as I obeyed in fear, looking up at her and shaking. My arousal not dying as she oozed power and sexuality, walking around me and examining my attire, "You are never to touch my pathetic little cock again, unless I tell you. Do you understand?"

I could not believe what I had just heard and looked up at her with tears in my eyes, "Y-yes, Mistress," I stuttered, feeling a straining in my panties as my body cried out to cum, I could not help but whimper, "But how will I ever cum?"

"Do you honestly think I care if you cum again?" she answered, incredulously, she could see my arousal. Her anger was slowly replaced with malice, and I remembered her spit on my face. I was breathing heavily, feeling the frustration of arousal and denial, she loved it.

"You are no longer a man, bitch, you dressed like this for a reamister, I will make it permanent. The only place you are allowed to touch in this," she pushed her fingers into my panties and scratched my ass cheeks, "This is now your pussy, do you understand?"

I felt tears trickle down my cheek as I nodded, "Yes, Mistress, I understand," I heard myself say, wondering how I would ever experience satisfaction again and feeling a dampness in my latex underwear as precum accumulated.

"And that worm in your panties is your clit, but you must never touch it," she said as I sobbed an acknowledgement.

I heard her groan softly in her own arousal as she commanded and I obeyed. I could not help but make a sound of frustrated desire myself, wanting to cum so much.

Suddenly she went thoughtful, "I will give you a chance to cum before I leave you tonight," she said, almost to herself, as she looked down at me, then left the room. I looked at the closed door in front of me, still on my knees. I caught another glimpse of myself in the mirror and knew I had to cum, wondering if Jo meant that I could touch myself or if I should wait.

My New Boyfriend

She returned, and I was glad I had not taken a chance as she was very quick. She had a package that she was unwrapping as she walked. My eyes grew very wide as I saw what she had, a huge dildo, far thicker than anything I had had in me.

She watched me, enjoying the sight of so many emotions flashing over my features, "What do you think of your new boyfriend..?" she asked as she took it from the packaging and held it out.

I think she saw a trickle of my juices escape from my underwear and down my thigh a little way, I was not aware of it, my whole world was taken over by this monster, "Oh god, Mistress..." I stammered, "It's so big, it's too big for my... my pussy..."

Jo visibly enjoyed my fear and lust, and my calling my asshole a pussy; that was when she took the rest of the items from the packaging, one of which was a large suction cup which she fitted to the base of the cock. Then she held it out to me, "Spit on it," I obeyed, "Now lick it, get your spit all over it."

I did as commanded, spreading the now cold spit all over the very foul tasting rubber. She then took it to the ensuite bathroom, ramming it down hard, right in the middle of the tiled floor. It stood right up lewdly, wobbling from her touch. My eyes were glued to it as I watched from my position on the bedroom floor. She then set up her little video camera to point straight at it and looked at me with a smile.

"You still want to cum?" she said, and I looked at her in slow realisation as she pointed at the phallus, "Well?"

My eyes dropped back to the realistic looking and moving cock, I could not believe the situation I was in. I licked my lips, my gaze fixed on it, barely aware of the camera. I needed to cum, but not like this, not as a performance of offense for her.

She saw my confusion and walked over to me, she whispered gently in my ear, "If you don't reply when I ask a question, then you will receive punishments suitable for each error," her words hung in the air as I looked up at her in fear, remembering her punishments so far. I nodded understanding immediately, my compliance turning me on even more. I let out a little whimper of desire as I looked up at her divine body.

"Play with your nipples, bitch..." she said, standing up and moving her hand to her crotch and rubbing her clit as she watched me obey.

I looked up at her pussy as she revealed it, my mouth watering, my fingers teasing my nipples though the corset material. I let out a little groan and noticed that my hips were moving subconsciously. My body was tingling, everything felt so intense as I listened to her sounds of pleasure.

She looked down at me, clearly loving the control over me, my arousal making her even wetter. She suddenly came and floods of her juices poured over her hand. As she came down from the pleasure, she looked at me with half closed eyes, "Still don't want to cum..?"

I understood what she was doing, and looked back at the cock, "I... I do want to cum, Mistress," I breathed, still pinching my nipples. I knew I was going to perform for her.

"Then get over there and get it nice and wet for your filthy hole" she said, pushing down on my shoulders as I went to stand, making me crawl across. She followed me in, pleased that the camera was picking up me crawling to the cock. She closed the door behind us, wanting to keep any noise from waking Doug.

None of her actions were even noticed by me, there was one thing that occupied my existence, and it stood, enormous, in front of me.

Still on all fours, I leant down low and paused fractions of an inch from the base of the cock. I felt like this had tremendous significance, my mind was begging me to stop. I opened my mouth and licked it from bottom to top in one movement, unable to hold back a groan of debased desire as I did so. It was a release of pure arousal. Jo moved her hand back to her pussy as she sat down out of camera shot, spreading her legs.

Moving my head above the shaft, I opened my painted lips and took it into my mouth, loving the sensation of its harsh intrusion. The head stretching my mouth wide. I moved right over it, bobbing up and down, my body displayed entirely for my wife's view. It made me gag as I felt it touch my throat, but I did not care. The drool dribbling out and down over the plastic.

My body was aching with desperation, and I looked to see if the cock was wet enough. My drool had coated it. I glanced at my wife pleadingly, forgetting it was her idea that this happened, and just wanting to be impaled now. She nodded as she pushed her fingers inside herself. I stood, pulling my thong down in one smooth movement, then tottered on the high heels over it, lowering myself to squat over it. My tiny dick, I mean clit, twitched and dripped with precum as I spread my ass cheeks and sunk closer to the big head.

It touched my pussy lips and shocked me despite myself. It was cold and insisting. My eyes snapped wide as it pried those lips apart a little. I looked ahead in the surprise and saw that Jo had set the cock up right in front of the full length mirror. I got a good look at the scene being videoed and my mouth dropped open, as what could only be a stunning, shemale whore, prepared to impale herself on a giant cock. Her sexy legs were bent, showing off their shape and the shiny latex boots. Her little tits were proudly displayed by the corset, and her beautiful pale skin glistened with sweat.

I watched as she pursed her lips in pain from her pussy being stretched wider than it had ever been before. Watch as she slowly let the weight of her slim body carry her down the length of the shaft, wincing and moaning in turn.

"Oh god, oh god , oh fuck..." I breathed as I felt my body being shaped anew, saw the thick phallus disappearing impossibly inside me, felt it pressing everything aside and taking over my being. My clit was throbbing, painfully. Jo was rubbing herself madly in lust, not believing how I was responding to this.

Slowly I managed to reach the base of this giant, my pert buttocks resting on the floor. I balanced myself on my gloved right hand, and gulped at the air, my eyes wide and wild as I looked at the mirror, knowing what I had done, and what I had to do now. I braced myself and pushed up with my legs, sliding excruciatingly up the shaft I had just descended, "Oh god, Mistress, it hurts..." I sobbed as I scrunched my eyes tight shut, feeling myself eventually reach the ridge of the cock head. I panted again, pausing before I let my body slip back once more.

This time it slid easily through me, having forged a path that would never return to its original state. I moved down quicker, getting a very slight sense of pleasure. The pain still making my clit drip though.

Up I pushed myself, gasping, my eyes still tight shut. As I reached the top, I knew this time I wanted to go back down, it was an addiction, I had to have it in me. I relaxed my legs, letting my body slip down quicker and screamed in pain and pleasure, throwing my head back as I reached the bottom and powerd my body up quickly, wanting more.

My eyes snapped open again, seeing my reflection acting in the most debased way possible. My mouth was open in a silent moan of utter ecstasy as I plunged down and up this rod. I began to find a rhythm, groaning ever louder as I fucked myself for my wife's pleasure. I wanted to touch my clit, but knew that was well off limits, so went back to playing with my nipples through the corset, pinching at them as hard as the material allowed.

I grunted and groaned as I built up speed on this cock, my little clit bouncing up and down with each movement. I was lost to the world, I did not even know my wife existed. There was just me, the cock, and the mirror. I found myself letting my body drop down this dick with more and more power, cursing my body for being so light, I could not get the fucking I needed. My face was a grimace of effort and frustration as I rammed myself down again and again.

Then, suddenly, I began to cum, sending me into waves of bliss as I moaned and closed my eyes. Leaning back and supporting myself on my arms, I pushed down, finding that the cock was reaching new spots and new pleasure as my juices flowed out of me - over my fishnets, over my boots, down the rod and onto the floor. My movements dragging some into me from the dildo itself. The climax did not stop, I was bending my body and arching my back, feeling the cock stretch me in new directions, and just whining with bliss.

Jo was biting her hand to stop herself from screaming in her own climaxes. She watched as I came over and over, letting the monster dildo own me. Slowly I came down from the heights of bliss, settling back into a squat, exhausted. She pulled herself back together long before I did, straightening her clothes and shutting off the camera. She stepped back into the bedroom, leaving me to recover.

I opened my eyes and saw the mess I was. It made my clit twitch again. I straightened my back a little as Jo walked back in, I looked up at her in offense and worry. She had something new in her hands.

"It's amazing they make these this small," she said more to herself than to me, then snapped the plastic onto my clit. Locking it.

My eyes were wide again as I saw a strong plastic device that effectively removed my clit from any manipulation. It was painful and cruel. It flattened and pushed it back. Not that there was much to flatten. It was shaped in such a way that it would even appear to be a camel toe in panties. I was also going to have to sit down to piss, there was no way I could direct it.

"Perfect," she said as she stood up, "You won't be cumming for a while, bitch. Your pussy is your only means of release."

"Yes, Mistress," I responded, my eyes still on my clit, barely noticeable now, out of my line of sight as it was tucked backwards.

"Clean up," she commanded as she turned and left. There was no mistaking the smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

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It was a cold winter night. A few friends had gathered at my place to watch a ball game. We had takes a couple of beers each and we were looking for something to do. The game was due to start in an hour or so. Suddenly, an idea came to my mind.

"Let's play truth or dare," I said triumphantly.

"Good idea!" Chris said and the other two guys, Pete and Paul, agreed.

Chris was a tall, athletic guy and a great gambler as well. After a few rounds it was his turn to play.

"Truth or dare?" Paul asked.

"I dare!" Chris said really sure of himself.

"Well, I dare you to take off your clothes and stand in front of the window showing off your butt to the neighbors," Paul said.

"Brilliant idea!" Pete exclaimed.

"I bet you won't dare to!" I said smiling.

"Want a bet?" Chris asked really excited.

"You're on!" I answered. "I bet my ass you're not gonna make it!' I said decisively.

"It's a deal!" Chris said and he seemed to be really determined.

Right away, he took off his shirt and his pants.

"Go all the way!" Pete shouted.

"I sure am!" Chris answered.

Instantly, he pulled down his briefs revealing a long, thick cock with two large balls. He moved to the window, drew the curtain and stuck his butt on the windowpane where everyone could see it. He was really turned on by his voyeurism; his dick grew a few inches more. It was now a real monster made of flesh threatening every asshole in the room. While the neighbors were enjoying the view from our window, I realized that it wasn't such a good idea to put my ass on the line.

Five minutes later, Chris withdrew from the window. He had won the bet and I had to pay him.

"It's time to pay your debts, Frank," Pete said.

I couldn't refuse, I had to keep my word; however, I had a plan that could save me from an ugly situation.

"Well, a bet's a bet, guys," I said. "Let's go to the bedroom, Chris," I urged him.

Chris followed me to the bedroom without even getting dressed.

"Look, Chris, this whole thing was just a joke. But I think I've found a way to keep my end of the bargain. I'll give you a blowjob and we'll call it even. It will be our little secret!" I said.

"All right!" he said.

I thought that he wasn't interested in my ass after all but I was mistaken. Chris had a plan of his own. I took off my shirt and my pants and kneeled down.

"Go on, suck my cock, Frank!" Chris said lustfully.

I grabbed his rod and jerked it off licking his balls. Then I sucked each one of them. My mouth was full and he was rubbing his tool all over my face.

"Take it in your mouth, Frank!" Chris urged me.

I obeyed taking his cockhead in my mouth and sucking as hard as I could. But Chris wanted more than that. He grabbed my head and powerd it on his shaft, making me swallow the whole thing. I almost fetishd as his dick hit the back of my throat. He started fucking my mouth really hard. My lips touched his pubic hair and his large balls slapped against my chin. His rod came in and out several times. Chris would pull out rubbing his thick tool on my lips and I would place it on my tongue licking his peehole. Then, he would slap my tongue with his cock driving it back inside my mouth deeper than before. I sucked his red cockhead looking at him and making loud slurping sounds.

"You like it, don't you, you little cocksusker!" he said smiling.

"Mmm...I love your big, hard shaft, Chris!" I muttered.

"Don't speak with your mouth full!" Chris said laughing and shoving his phallus in the utter depths of my mouth.

Suddenly, he pulled out. It seemed to me a bit strange that he didn't cum but I didn't care. I thought that it was all over and I tried to get up but Chris pushed me back on the floor.

"Where do you think you're going, cumslut?" he asked infuriated.

"I thought we had a deal!" I yelled angrily.

"You should have thought of that before putting your ass on the line!" he said decisively. "Now, turn around and lie on all fours!" he ordered me.

I knew what was going to happen but I couldn't resist. Chris was no match for me physically speaking. He could **** me whenever he wanted and now seemed to be the perfect time for him.

I obeyed to his orders. I turned around and standing on my hands and knees I begged him not to **** my ass.

"Please, Chris! It was just a stupid bet. I didn't mean what I said. Don't fuck me, please!" I said urging him to stop.

But Chris shoved my head to the floor, making my butt rise at the height of his fully erected cock. Then, with one violent move he ripped off my briefs. As his cock-head touched my asshole I made my final plea.

"I'm begging you, Chris! Don't do it. I'm a virgin!" I said whining but that was a big turn on for Chris. He was determined to take me and knowing that I was a virgin he became eager as hell to fuck my ass.

"Well, I'll make this a night to remember, bitch! You can kiss your virgin hole goodbye!" he said laughing and groping my defenseless ass.

"No, don't..." I screamed but before I finished my phrase Chris pushed his cockhead in my asshole.

"How does it feel, you little whore?" Chris yelled really excited.

"It hurts, Chris!" I said. The pain was tremendous as his unlubed cockhead penetrated my virgin hole.

"Shut up and take it like a real man!" Chris moaned and with one mighty thrust he shoved the full length of his dick in my tight ass.

"Yeah, it's as tight as I thought!" he uttered triumphantly and he started fucking me really hard. He pounded my hole again and again, tearing me apart.

"You're hurting me, Chris! Stop! I'll do anything!" I screamed.

But there was nothing else that he wanted me to do. All he needed was my tight butt and my screams were just another aphrodisiac for him. Chris was so horny that each thrust was now accompanied by a hard spank on my ass. His thick shaft was stretching my hole to the limit. My cheeks had turned red from the spanking but he was unstoppable. He was sodomizing me and he was enjoying every single minute of it.

He had developed a powerful rhythm. Each thrust was harder than the previous one. As time went by his anal attacks became faster. What is more, his tool would go deeper each time. Just as I thought that I could take it, he would give me a more vigorous thrust ruining my once-tight asshole.

"Shake your ass, bitch!" Chris ordered me, squeezing my cheeks and pounding my butt mercilessly.

I obeyed pushing backwards and feeling his balls punching against my ass. I couldn't believe that another man had pierced my virgin asshole with his monstrous rod. The least I could do now was to beg him not to cum inside me. I hoped that he would save me from this last offense but I was mistaken once more.

"Please don't cum inside me, Chris!" I begged him.

"I'm going to fill your hole with cum, bitch! You can count on it, cumbucket!"

Chris grabbed my waist with both hands and started fucking me more intensely than before. His hard cock ravaged my butt again and again...

"I'm gonna cum, bitch!" Chris screamed pounding my ass as his cock exploded spurting several blasts of white cream inside my tight hole. I collapsed on the floor. Chris kept fucking me with his still-hard rod. A few moments later, he pulled out and kneeled in front of me; my nightmare was not over yet. He lifted my head up and rubbed his cockhead on my face smearing it with cum. Then, he powerd me to open my mouth for a brief oral service. I sucked the last drops of cum from his cock.

"Suck me off, cumslut!" he said grinning. Finally, he slapped me a couple of times with his long shaft and said:

"Next time you want to bet your ass on something, call me! I'm always looking for a tight asshole to fuck!"

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used Masseuse


My wife and me used to own a massage studio in the center of New York. During the last months of 2005 business wasn't going very well and there was always great tension between us. This tension had a strong influence on our sex life, which had become a rarity. There were constant arguments between us and she would blame me for everything. The situation had reached a critical point and something had to be done right away. I wanted to save our marriage but she had completely different goals. I learned this the hard way...

It was my last appointment for the day. I was really tired and I couldn't wait to go home and get some rest. It was a half an hour session, so I was planning to service the client as fast as I could and get over with it. When I entered the room, I saw a tall, well-built guy lying on the bench and waiting for me. He had already taken off his clothes and he had covered himself from the waist down with a towel. He was lying face down. I greeted him politely and started spreading my massage lotion all over his body. He had very broad shoulders, strong arms and as I found out he had shaved all body hair. I thought that he must be a body builder or something but I didn't care to ask. The client was very quiet. He seemed to be enjoying my services but he obviously wasn't in the mood for talking so I remained silent myself. I started massaging him gently from the neck down to the waist and all the way to his feet. I realized that I needed more lotion and went to get some from a drawer. I turned my back at him and when I returned with the lotion I saw him staring at me. He had turned around and now I could see his muscular chest. But that was not the most important thing. His cock was standing at attention creating a huge bulk under the white towel.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I haven't finished yet, you'll have to turn around again. There is more work to be done on the shoulder and the spine area."

He didn't say anything but he turned around indifferently. Disobedient clients were a very rare phenomenon and I was really pissed off that this had to be the case in my last appointment for the day. On top of all that, I dropped the bottle of lotion and had to bend over in order to catch it. As I was bending over, I felt a strong hand groping my ass. I was surprised and enraged at the same time. Not only wasn't he following my instructions but he also had the nerve to touch me inappropriately.

"What do you think you're doing? " I yelled.

"I'm grabbing that hot ass of yours!" he said in the most natural way.

"That's it, mister, get dressed and get the hell out of my studio! Our session is over and I never want you to come back, do you understand?"

"Listen, bitch, we can either do this the easy way or the hard way. The choice is yours. First of all, you're gonna suck my rod and then we'll take care of your little virgin butt!"

"Get out, now, or I'm gonna call the cops!" I screamed as loud as I could.

The stranger got up from the bench with a swift move. He was huge and I was no match for him physically. I was terrified. He approached me and grabbed my neck almost obligation me to death. Then, he lifted me from the ground and said:

"You either swallow my shaft or I'll fetish you to death!"

He wasn't joking. We were all alone in the studio and there was nobody there to save me. I had no choice. I would give him an oral service in order to save my life.

"O.K. You win! I'll do as you say."

"That's my boy. Now, get on your knees and suck me off!"

His cock had become semi hard from the fight but it was already very big. I couldn't believe what was going on. A massage session had turned out into having to suck another man's dick. I felt humiliated, being on my knees and getting ready to perform my duty.

"Come on! We haven't got all day! Show me what a good cocksucking slut you can be!" he said smiling.

I grabbed his pulsating cock and reluctantly started licking his helmet. He had a big, long, mushroom-headed rod with two heavy balls hanging underneath it. His shaft was already leaking precum and that made my work even more difficult. I licked his cockhead like a lollipop but that wasn't enough for him.

"Put it in your mouth and start sucking it real hard!" he ordered.

I took half of his member in my mouth and kept it in for a while in order to get used to the idea. But he wasn't going to give me the time I needed to adjust to the size of his monster. He had reached his full size now and he was very horny. He began pumping my mouth with full power, pushing his rod deep inside until it hit the back of my throat. I could not breathe. I gasped for air but he didn't care.

"Choke on it, bitch! How does it feel to deepthroat a real man?"

He grabbed both sides of my head and pushed it towards his throbbing manmeat. My lips touched his pubic area. My mouth had opened wide and I had managed to swallow the full length of his shaft. This face-fucking went on for a while and then he pulled out giving me a moment to breathe freely.

"See? It's not that bad after all! You just have to get used to it. I'm pretty sure you'll become a perfect cocksucking bitch! Now, lick my balls and suck each one separately. I want to watch you worshipping my balls like the true slut you really are!"

He was holding his rod in an upright position, giving me full view of his bag and allowing me to please him the way he wished. He shoved my head towards his balls and stuffed my mouth with them. I licked them gently, massaging them at the same time. It was just a natural reaction being a professional masseur but he thought I was enjoying it.

"You little slut! You like giving head and sucking another man's balls! So, let's get back to business!"

After saying that he shoved his cock in my mouth once again and started fucking it really hard. He was gradually increasing his speed as my tongue sorry licked his peehole. I realized that he was about to cum. Not only had I sucked him off but I was about to eat his cum as well. He confirmed it right away.

"Now, show me what a good cumbucket you are! Get ready to swallow my hot cream into your throat!"

He kept hammering my mouth for another minute or two and then he spurted his white lava in my mouth, powering me to swallow his load until he poured in me his last drop. I couldn't take it all. I fetishd and I started spitting some cum on his balls. That infuriated him. He pulled my hair and ordered me to clean him off. I obeyed, hoping that this would be the end of my ***. I was wrong. He stood there for a few moments to catch his breath and then he called out a name very familiar to me:

"Lindsay, come in, we're ready for you!"

I couldn't believe my eyes. It was my wife accompanied by another unknown man.

"I see you already met Rob," she said laughing.

"You're responsible for all this? Oh, my god! What's wrong with you, Lindsay?"

"Nothing's wrong except for you! And tonight I'm going to correct all wrongs, Jim! Servicing Rob was just the beginning. You've been a pain in the ass all these months and now you're gonna find out how it feels to have one! Let me to introduce you to Dan. The four of us are going to have a lot of fun together, Jim! You can count on that!"

Dan was something like a twin of Rob. He had the same body structure as his friend. I was outnumbered. If there was any chance of escaping this nightmare, it had faded away. My wife had decided to punish me for all our troubles and there was nothing I could do about it. I was disgusted with her attitude.

"What are you going to do, Lindsay? Are you going to fuck them both in front of my eyes just to spike me?" I asked.

"I see you don't understand what's going on, Jim! No one is going to fuck me tonight! You are the only slut in this room!" she said.

I was shocked. She was so overwhelmed by the idea of revenge that she wouldn't stop at nothing. She had hired these men to fuck me, just to humiliate me because she felt disappointed. But that was only a part of her plan as I realized a little bit later.


"But first of all, you're going to be my bitch! Now, you'll pay for all the pain you've brought into my life, you idiot!"

"You can't be serious! What are you going to do to me?" I uttered really scared.

"I'm gonna **** your virgin ass and then I'm gonna let these two boys finish the job for me! Grab him, boys!" she ordered.

Rob grabbed me from the waist and powerd me to lie on the bench face up. I tried to resist but it was pointless. When he placed me on the bench, he climbed on top and pinned me on it. He held my hands firmly on the bench dropping all his weight on them. On the other side of the bench, Dan grabbed my legs and lifted them in the air exposing my untouched asshole for the first time. My wife opened a drawer and produced a strap-on dildo, which she had bought the day before. Now, I realized that she really meant business.

"Hold him tight, boys! I'm gonna teach him a lesmister he'll never forget!"

I screamed and fought as hard as I could but it was futile. Rob and Dan neutralized my resistance. Lindsay, put on the rubber cock and placed its cockhead on the verge of my asshole.

"Say goodbye to manhood, Jim! From now on you' re going to be out little buttfucking whore!"

I felt the cold tip of the dildo touching my anal walls. Lindsay grabbed my knees and prepared herself for the imminent penetration. Dan was standing on the side of the bench holding both my legs in the air in order for her to fuck me.

"I want you to look me in the eyes while I take your sweet cherry for the first time, bitch!"

"Please, Lindsay, I'm sorry for all the pain I caused you. Don't do this, have mercy on me!" I pleaded.

"Too late, Jimbo!" she said pushing the full length of her rubber rod in my unprotected anus.

"Aaaaaargh!" I screamed as the artificial shaft ravaged my virgin hole.

"Yeah, baby, show him what you're made of!" Rob said laughing.

"Come on, Lindsay, fuck his virgin ass real hard!" Dan exclaimed.

The sight of my ass being ravished by a strap-on dildo had naturally turned them on. While I was screaming from the pain I saw Rob's dick growing harder above my head and I felt Dan's hard-on touching my thigh. Lindsay gave me powerful strokes and I felt her rubber balls slapping my ass.

"Take that you little faggot! You don't know how to satisfy a lady but you're a good fuck, your butt is really tight!"

She kept pumping my ass with a vengeance I'd never seen before. It seemed like she was dealing with her worst enemy. She was determined to ruin my asshole once and for all. Her dildo invaded my anal ring again and again bringing tears to my eyes from the unperceived pain. But she was enjoying it.

"Yeah! Take my cock like the little slut you really are!" she screamed at me.

Sweat covered her forehead, she was using all her strength in order to go as deep in my rectum as she could. Her tits almost touched each other as she furiously punctured my tight hole. When she got tired, she pulled out and then the pain increased to an unfathomed degree.

"How does it feel, Jim? Do you like having a hard rod up your ass? I'm sure you do, that's why you're gonna have a taste of the real thing, now!" she said grinning. "O.K. boys, I've opened him up for you, he's all yours!"

Rob and Dan couldn't wait to have a taste of my asshole. Of course, she had taken my virginity away but my ass was still as tight as they wished. I could not move anymore. They turned me around and I was on my belly now giving them full view of my, until then, unused ass. Both men were already hard so they didn't lose any time. Dan took Rob's place in front of me and shoved his cock in my mouth right away while Rob switched positions with my wife standing on my backside.

"You're lucky, Jim! Soon you'll have one hard rod in every hole! Give it to him, boys! Give that little bitch what he deserves!" she ordered.

"Blow me, bitch! You know how to do it now!" Dan yelled.

He started fucking my mouth really hard leaving me no opportunity to breathe properly while Rob pierced my crack without hesitation. They were both really horny and I could feel it. Dan grabbed my head and drove his cock right down my throat as his balls touched my lips. Meanwhile, Rob developed a steady rhythm giving powerful strokes and driving his manmeat into the utter depths of my butt.

"Fuck that ass! Deeper! Rip his crack apart, Rob! Stuff your fat shaft in his mouth, Dan!"

Lindsay was urging both men to fuck me as hard as they could. I don't know if she had paid them to do this to me but they really seemed to be enjoying it.

"This is the best male ass I've fucked in a long time!" Rob said.

"This is the best cocksucking bitch I've had in years!" Dan grunted.

Lindsay was watching us, enjoying the sight of her husband being used both anally and orally by two men. She was so much into it that she started spanking my ass with her right hand. After each of Rob's strokes she would slap me hard in my asscheeks making my butt turn red from the beating.

"Slap this bitch's ass while I fuck his glory hole!" Rob said.

"Yeah, darling, shake your sweet ass for us! Make Rob cum in your tight crack! Suck Dan's cock harder!" my wife urged.

During all that time I had been silent, watching two complete strangers filling all my holes and my wife spanking me like a little slut. But there was no point in saying anything. Resistance had proved to be futile and all I could do was wait for the men to cum in my ass and mouth. However, it turned out that my wife had other plans once again.

"Pull out, boys, it's time for the grand finale!" Lindsay yelled.

Dan was the first one to pull out, rubbing his dick on my face in order to retain his erection. Then it was Rob's turn. He took his rod out of my hole slapping my ass with it several times. My butt was aching like never before and my mouth was numb. I could not imagine what else she had planned in her evil mind.

"All these months, Jim, you have disappointed me both financially and sexually. So, now, it's payback time! And it's going to be double!"

I felt petrified. I wouldn't even dare to think what she had in mind. Dan lay down on the bench and started jerking off. They ordered me to sit on his rod and to lie on top of him. When he had reached his full length I sat on his hard cock. I felt his hot tool piercing my hole once more. Lindsay told Rob to bring some massage lotion. I thought that at least now she had felt pity for me and she would power them to put some lotion on my anus so as to ease the pain. Dan pulled me down on his chest and took his cock out of my rectum. Rob began pouring lotion on my ripped asshole. He spread the lotion all over my anal walls. It was cool and it brought some relief from the pain.

"Boys, shove your dicks in his hole right now!" Lindsay ordered.

They were going to oreo me. It was the last straw. I couldn't take it any more. Her sickness had surpassed all imagination. I tried to scream but instantly Dan covered my mouth with his left hand. He used his free hand to drive his shaft into my ass. The lotion helped his tool slide deep into my butt right away. It was Rob's turn. He masturbated for a while watching his friend fuck my asshole and then he pushed his own pole into my already stuffed anal ring. The pain was unbelievable. I almost fainted.

"Yeah! Fuck his round ass! Show him what real men are like! Take both cocks now, bitch! Deeper! Harder! Faster! Tear his ass apart!" Lindsay screamed.

It was what she had been waiting for from the beginning. She wanted both men to fuck my ass at the same time making me suffer as much as I could. Dan and Rob were in ecstasy.

"Fuck that ass, Rob! Show him what you got!" Dan grunted.

"He's so damn tight, I can't get enough of his glory hole!" Rob screamed.

Both men pounded my ass really hard with their massive cocks. Their iron-hard tools hammered my crack again and again stretching it to the limit. I thought that my hole would not last any longer. Rob grabbed both my cheeks and increased his rhythm. His strokes became faster and deeper. Dan's were slower but harder. They kept pumping my anus for a few more minutes. All this buttfucking made my own tool stand at attention. It was a natural reaction but Lindsay noticed it right away.

"You're a true cockslut, Jim! You like having both dicks up your ass at the same time! Keep fucking him, boys, he loves having his hole stuffed with hard, throbbing cock!" my wife said enthusiastically.

Rob was fucking me vulgarly. His balls slapped my butt loudly as his well-oiled piston invaded my burning hole. At the same time, Dan was driving his cock deeper and deeper into my crack. Stroke after stroke they kept pounding me as if there was no tomorrow. They were so horny that they could not last any longer. Rob pulled out and began to jerk off while Dan kept going. He gave me two or three more thrusts and then he spurted his white cream inside my used asshole.

"Yeah! Take it, bitch! I'm gonna fill your ass with hot cum!" he grunted.

He poured several blasts of semen in my torn butt. For the first time I felt a hot, male fluid running down my anal walls and filling my crack. A few seconds later, Rob started to breathe heavily; I realized he was about to deliver his load.

"Oh, it's coming, shake your ass, cumbucket, I'm gonna cover you with my sweet juice!" he hissed.

Lindsay watched ecstatic as Rob sprayed his warm cum all over my ass. Jet after jet, his white cream covered my round globes making me feel like a real fuck-toy. Cumsoaked and sodomized I lay there while the two men unloaded the last drops of cum on my hairless butt trying to recover my senses...

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Baseball Star and the Little Guy



This is a true story, as told to me by an acquaintance. Names and locatioBaseball Star and the Little Guy ns have been changed.

I'm on a national league baseball team--we'll let the name go unmentioned, and for a name for me, let's just call me "Noname"--hey, "Nome" for short. Anyway, off the diamond, I'm in the most fucked-up situation I can imagine. Couldn't tell it, though, by my play during games. I hit homers. We win. I get TV interviews. And pay raises.

The whole thing started about a year ago when alone in my hotel rooms on away games or in my condo at home, I kept thinking about sex. I mean, I've always wondered about fucking.

All right, I'm not a virgin, okay? I've had my share of hot ladies. But I always wondered. According to the stories, the woman always moans in pain as the guy sticks it to her. It always hurts.

It hurts them? Even when their cherries are long gone? Mine never complained. Did it hurt and they just didn't let it show?

Did it always hurt? How much? It couldn't be that bad--how did the population of the earth ever develop? On the other hand, why was "the woman screamed as I sank it into her" always a part of porn stories?

I'm not into conquest, victory, establishing my power over a partner, that sort of thing. I wouldn't say this in the locker room, of course, but I didn't want to hurt anybody.

Could a man fuck a woman without hurting her? Did it truly hurt? And how much? What did it feel like?

I decided to try something. I sent off for a dildo, a cock "modeled on Super-hero, himself!" The Super-hero in the picture was a guy posing in a red cape, but what stuck out from between his legs was a bar of pure Kryptonite.

When it came in the mail (in a plain, brown wrapper) I scurried up to my condo and locked the door. In my college critical-thinking classes, I learned the scientific way. I stripped down, noted how I felt at the moment (fine), and lay back on my bed.

I looked at the big dildo. Damn, that guy had a cock like this? Three times as long as mine and twice as thick. Wonder what it would feel like to suck it. What the hell, I tried it.

Nothing special, really. To feel my mouth wow out around a big, flaring cock was a minor turn-on but otherwise like sucking on a bicycle tire. If that was what blowjobs were like, I couldn't understand the popularity. I knew what it felt like, of course, but why did women always want to do it?

The first time pressing the rubber cockhead against my ass was almost a deal-buster. The plastic head was slick from my spit and the Vaseline I slathered over it, but damn, it hurt! I couldn't believe it. Worse than a runner sliding in to the plate with his spikes up to stab you in the balls.

It's bullcuckolds brownie, all bullcuckolds brownie! Nobody could take it up the ass. All those porn stories about women moaning at first but then coming to love it--and the stories about guys loving it up the ass are lies! Nobody can stand this, let alone crave it!

Didn't try it again for a week. But gradually my curiosity grew: Men do fuck each other, there's no denying that. And women take it in the ass as well as the pussy. How can they stand it?

It had to be an acquired taste, something the victim is trained into. I could identify with that. Plenty of things in baseball aren't "natural" motions. Everything takes training. I picked up the dildo again. Okay, let's take it slow.

I pushed it against my asshole again. It hurt. I pushed harder. It hurt more. I gave up. This can't work! Then it hit me: start smaller.

I grabbed a candle and slicked it up with Vaseline. Yeah! With just a little Yipe as it popped open my rectum, the candle slid into my ass easily. And once I held it in there for a few minutes, my hole got used to the stretch, and the burn faded away.

I still don't get it. This just feels like I've got a candle up my butt, nothing more.

Then I pulled it back out. Oh--my--God!! Like a bow pulled across the violin strings of my ass, sizzling sensations shot through me, hardening my dick like intravenous Viagra! Damn, what a thrill! I played more with the candle, finally ending with a jackoff session splattering a giant load all over my chest.

After that I experimented with bigger stuff: sawed-off broom handle, a piece of PVC pipe, backing up to take the arm of the rocking chair up my ass. Always taking it slow, waiting, adjusting to the pain with each larger size. And as I got used to the bigger ones, I wanted to go still bigger.

The day I lay back on my bed, raised my legs, and got my tennis racket handle up my ass, I celebrated with a jackoff that ended in a toast--I drank my own cum, scooped up off my belly. I was ready to take on the Super-hero dildo again.

Once more, the big bazooka burned as I pushed it against my asshole, but I was trained: I could stand it, and--I'll be damned--once it popped past my sphincter, the thing slid in me up to its rubber balls! I did it! I took Super-hero.

Once I rested and allowed myself to get used to the big thing, sliding it in and out slowly radiated such hot sparks through me that I grabbed my cock and brought myself to a roaring orgasm in about three strokes!

Couldn't believe it. Hottest jackoff in years just from stimulating my asshole. Much better than beating the meat by itself. It's true! Men can fuck each other! I writhed over the bed, still pleasured from the rubber loverboy still up my ass. God, an afterglow from a rubber cock.

It felt wonderful, and I left it in for a long time. Even thought about leaving it in and spending the day with it up my ass. But when I stood up, the dildo, too slick with lube and my juices, slid from between my buttocks. Had to catch it before it hit the floor.

My newly trained asshole meant a big change in my thinking--I became a switch-hitter.

I started noticing guys in the locker room, in the shower, even on the street. Once always on the lookout for a woman with nice tits and a nice ass, I found myself admiring a guy with a nice cock and a nice ass.

But that was a real can of worms. If it got out that I was interested in cocks, my baseball career would be over. The negative publicity would end my contract, to say nothing of getting the cuckolds brownie beat out of me in the locker rooms.

I settled down to a secret life, an amazed time of enjoying the beauty around me--the world was full not only of beautiful women, but of beautiful men, too--and I had a pass-key to their inner world.

I got a hardon in the locker rooms, so I had to stay dressed, leave on my jockstrap, or cover myself with a towel nearly all the time. That was frustrating.

Since I had discovered what I could do with my asshole, I wondered how to take advantage of that discovery. Without ruining my career. Couldn't figure out how to do it, though.

Then everything changed. They got a new towel guy.

After a home game, I passed by the new guy with the stack of towels, grabbed one, and glanced at him. A little guy (at first I thought he was just a kid) but no, he was about my age but short, very short. Probably not much more than five feet. A runt.

He wasn't eye candy, so I passed on. Before I could open my locker, though, I got a call from the front office--I had to go back out to pose for some pictures with some civic group or other. The "photo opportunity" took longer than expected. It ended up in interviews with their magazine reporters, more pictures, etc, etc.

When I finally got back to the locker room, everyone had gone. Damn. I did enjoy my daily dose of naked men.

As I turned down the row with my locker, I spotted somebody--the new little towel runt about to take a shower after the team had finished. He'd put his shirt in an unused locker and was pulling off his shoes.

I looked at him more carefully. Italian descent--black hair, olive skin, hooked nose. Nice eyes: blue. His long, thick, curly hair didn't look carefully cut. Lower class. Probably got the job from an employment agency.

The runt was more muscular than I thought, though. In fact, with his shirt off, the little fucker had a build like a brick cuckolds browniehouse. Weighed 125, maybe 150 pounds. Belly like a stone wall, pecs hard and jutting, two brown nipples that stuck out like olive pits. And everything perfectly in scale--a little guy, sure enough, but his body was perfect, in proportion, like a football linebacker or some of the big guys on my own team--but in miniature.

What a turn-on, a weird horniness unlike the clear, understandable arousal at seeing a naked big guy. Something about his economy-size body got to me. An eerie feeling like looking at a Ken doll and wanting to pull its Clothes off and pose it humping the Barbie.

He looked up, saw me, and said, "Oh, hi. Everybody's gone. Didn't think they'd mind if I--"

--"No, no problem." I walked over to him. "You're new. What's your name?"

"Pete Dumone."

"Well, welcome to the XXXs, Pete." We shook hands, and I went back to my own locker unbuttoning my uniform. I glanced back at the runt.

As he dropped his pants, my mouth dropped, too. What was in perfect scale above his waist was a mind-boggling monster below. Look at that thing!

A horse would be proud to own that cock, let alone any of us over six feet tall. And Pete stood just five feet! Damn, if they added the length of his cock, he would be over six feet like the rest of us!

Unbelievable. Damn! He had to be a good baseball player--had his own bat. You're staring at it, stupid! Turn away! I turned my eyes away--but peeked back. Couldn't help myself. Like lightning struck me or something. For some reamister I just couldn't stop looking. The weirdest, strongest arousal I ever felt in the locker room.

The guy was equipped better than anybody on the team (or any paratrooper I ever saw when I was in the Army) but he was such a little runt! I mean, trotting around with that thing had to be uncomfortable--like a woman with huge tits trying to run.

He walked away into the shower room, and I ripped off the rest of my clothes to get in there with him. I turned on a nozzle two down from where he stood--not at the far side of the room as if I were a prude or *** to shower with the hired help, but not so close that I looked like coming on to him.

Amazing. His head was about the level of my chest. I could look down on the top of it, which he began to shampoo. As the soap turned into a white foam, he brought the suds down to wash his face.

As he did, he rotated slightly to get out of the shower stream, which turned him to face me. I looked carefully--his eyes were Closed, covered with soap suds; he couldn't see. My gaze dropped back down to his crotch. Damn, that cock is something else!

Not only was it long, it was thick. Possibly thicker than the broad end of a baseball bat, but certainly thicker than the handle-end. I bet that thing made the women scream.

He was uncut, but I saw the outline of his cockhead under it. Thicker even than the shaft. A club.

Suddenly one of his hands dropped down to it! I looked up at his face, but his left hand still rubbed around in the shampoo bubbles. He still couldn't see. I looked back down.

To my astonishment, he was stroking himself! And it was growing. Longer. And thicker! And the foreskin was pulling back.

His cockhead was a colossal flare that would bring a gasp from any woman. Or hell, any man.

I felt funny. Dizzy like a double shot of rum. What in hell is wrong with him, he's jacking off in the showers! Fucking pervert!

But I couldn't stop staring. The big thing got hard, tawny brown, darker than his body, textured with big blue and maroon veins and smaller ripples of skin. Gouging up through a poor woman's cunt, that thing would ream her out like an augur.

Pete kept stroking, and the big thing reached full hardness, the flare standing shiny purple, jutting proudly out of the folds of foreskin. Almost glowing.

It hit me: That's the most erotic--no, the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

I looked up at his face. Oh, cuckolds brownie! The foam had rinsed away from his eyes, staring up at me.

"Like what you see, Nome?"

My face burning with embarrassment, I turned away.

"I said, do you like what you see?" The voice was much Closer, right behind me. Startled I turned around, and there he was, a step away.

He moved still closer, and the huge cock touched wetly against my thigh--his crotch didn't reach high enough for him to touch my cock with his. But the touch of that thing on my inner thigh was like a huge soldering iron. Like straddling a blowtorch. I jumped back! "Hey, what the hell--"

--"You like it, don't you, big guy?"

"Naw! Don't mean nothing to me!"

"Then why are you breathing hard? Why don't you tell me to get the hell away?"

I gulped. "Yeah. Get the hell away." But my voice came out soft and weak.

And he didn't move away. Kept rubbing that big, throbbing thing against my inner thighs. "Reach down and touch it," he said in a low voice. "It's okay. You know you want to." He stepped back to give me access. "Go ahead, heft it."

This is fucking insane! Anybody comes in here right now, and we're caught dead to rights! "I ain't queer, you little runt." But my voice cracked and squeaked.

"Course you're not. You just like my cock, and you want to touch it." His voice was smooth and mellow. Probably had a good singing voice. "Go ahead. Touch it."

Don't do this, you stupid ass! Don't! But my hand reached out, almost against my will, and I grasped Pete's giant dong. Hot to the touch. God, it's huge! Couldn't close my hand around it, and I have big hands.

My pulse pounding in my ears, I slid the foreskin back and forth, and he let out a low groan. "Yeah," he murmured, "that's where your hand belongs, right?"

I felt takes. I've got my hand on another man's cock! My head spinning, I gulped, "Yeah." Oh, cuckolds brownie! What the fuck did I just say?

As I struggled to get myself to let go of the damned thing, I felt Pete's hand grasp my cock. Fuck, I was at full erection! "Yeah, you're hard for me, man." His voice smooth, Italian silk: "You like me, don't you?"

Couldn't think straight. My hand jacking Pete's cock had my heart pounding, but his hand stroking my cock had me completely out of control. "Yeah," I grunted, "you're a nice guy."

"You like my cock, don't you?"

Again, I could hardly breathe. "Yeah. Nice one."

His thumb diddled my piss-hole, sending electric shocks through me. "Why don't you bend over and get a closer look?"

Somehow, in my aroused confusion, that sounded like a reamisterable thing to do. I bent over to bring my head closer to Pete's crotch, then sank to my knees when I realized how low I'd have to bend over. Damn, it was handsome. Jutting up from the black thatch of his pubic hair. Beautiful. Like a painting. Up close, redder than a Cincinnati baseball cap. Strong. Powerful.

"Suck it." His voice sounded in my brain almost like I hadn't heard it through my ears. Booming. Echoing from one side of my skull to the other. Commanding. Ordering me.

My thought-processes came to a complete, frozen stop, and the huge cockhead came closer, closer, closer--I opened my mouth. Jesus God, I couldn't get it into my mouth! I could only glom my lips over the glans, slobbering over it, licking at it with my tongue.

"Yeah, that's it, Nome. Suck that big cock! Jack it with your hands."

I did as I was told, kneeling in the warm spray of shower water, sucking at his cockhead while I stroked the shaft up and down. And faster than I thought he would, Pete crouched a little, stiffening for his orgasm. Before I could move my mouth away--I wanted to but for some reamister didn't--like a dam-burst, a tidal wave of hot, slimy sperm shot into my mouth, and I gulped it down in sheer self-preservation.

Gobs of it splashed around inside my mouth before I could swallow them, and I got to taste him. Strong taste. Heady. Male, pure male. Made me think of wife-beater shirts, wiry underarm hair, peace symbols tattooed on big shoulders, Western belt buckles, steak and beer.

And testicles. Broad, heavy balls writhing in their soft leather bag, pumping out the manseed to breed me. God, I love this stuff! At that instant I felt my own balls contract--I had been stroking myself as I brought Pete to his pleasure--and a muscle-hardening orgasm swept over me, spreading out from my cock in a wave of fiery heat and stunning pleasure. The last sober thought I had before I floated away into the ecstasy--the fucking little runt seduced me!

Like two dancers in an ancient ballet, a dance of iron, squared-off moves, Pete and I welded to each other in pleasure, my left hand and mouth urging his ecstasy to endure, my right hand powering my own rapture. His cock shot me the proof of his satisfaction with me. My own capitalized it. I loved it. God, I loved it.

I suddenly realized that what I had been yearning for in the months since my dildo discovery stood before me in the steamy shower room. That cock! Now that we've come this far, I want that cock up my ass!

When I sucked the last drops of cum from his big weapon, I sat back, catching my breath, relaxing. He, too, leaned back against the wall. "You're one fine cocksucker, Nome. Who woulda known?"

My mind buzzed. All these months of jacking off in my hotel room with a big dildo up my ass led up to this! I had to have the real thing! I slowly leaned back until I lay in the water, looking up at him.

I smiled and spread my legs, lifting them so my asshole came into view. I took a deep breath. "How fast can you get that big thing back up, runt?"

"God!" He reached down, grabbing his big organ, which had already begun to fill out, and he worked it furiously. The foreskin pulled back from the big, purple nozzle, still slick from all the cum.

Then I suddenly looked up in horror. Fuck, am I crazy? Out of my mind? That goddamned thing will never fit in my ass! It was three times wider than anything I ever used! Bigger than Super-hero! Suddenly I got religion.

I lowered my legs. "Wait a minute," I said stupidly. "That thing's not going to fit!" Fuck, how am I going to get out of this now??

I wasn't: Pete was on me in a flash, pulling my legs back up, and he pushed that big thing into my ass crack before I could struggle away--Damn! Quick reflexes. He would be a good shortstop--and suddenly he made horny, teasing sensations come from my crotch.

Damn, that felt good! Pete's voice was low, a growl. "You want my cock up your ass, you really want it. You big cocksucker, you want my cock to show you who's boss!"

The big thing thrilled me as it slid up and down my ass-crack. God, it's true! I want him! Want him to--to overpower me!

At that moment, a red-hot bazooka rocket burned a hole in my ass! The pain was a ladyfucker! My asshole on fire, all that "overpower," "who's boss," psychological cuckolds brownie vanished like a drop of water on a hot grill. I was dying!

All I could think of was getting that big moose and his giant cock out of my ass!

I screamed! I yelled in agony! I wrenched and jerked, but the big man controlling me was stronger, quicker, outsmarting me! Suddenly he crammed a jockstrap into my mouth, turning my screams to muffled groans.

God, it was nasty! Soaking wet, it tasted like takeing from a toilet bowl. And where did it come from? I fetishd. God, it must be one of his! Brought it in here with him.

It hit me. He's been planning this all along! I was his prey!

The taste in my mouth nauseated me. Is this what piss tastes like? Nothing like his cum. Pete's jockstrap was base, vile, disgusting. But he didn't care. His huge organ slid further in, spreading my asshole, rearranging my guts, skewering me.

Then I looked up. Shit! Huron was looking right at me. Busted! I had to say something, so I gave him a little smile. "Looking forward to a date tonight?"

But Huron was a surly kid. Problems at home, no doubt. Bitter. Mean. Always getting into fights on the playing field -- and always winning them until somebody broke them up. He looked up at me with a sneer. "You like big cocks, Coach?"

I walked away. What a jerk. I was glad he would be gone at the end of the year. One year with the little cuckolds brownie -- no, make that "the big cuckolds brownie" -- would be enough for anybody.

I gave up on trying to see Huron Cuorosckec's cock. Hell, he's just a kid, after all, the insulting little fucker!

Ellie kept mentioning him, though. "Seen if you're the biggest guy in the locker room yet?"

That grated on me. Huron's cock even started to affect my own sex life. As I sank it in once, she even murmured, "I want to know if I'm being made love to by the biggest prick in the school." Poor Ellie. As a German, she wasn't always aware of double-meanings. And hearing that almost made me lose my hardon. I had to work hard for that climax, and that pissed me off, too. I knew she was just teasing me, but it had come to the point that his cock size was in my head while my own prick was throbbing inside my wife.

One day in the middle of August, I had to walk through the locker room to see if we had enough towels to last for the rest of the week. As I passed Huron's locker, he looked up and sneered at me. "Check it out, Coach. Want to see my cock?" He leaned back against the lockers, still wearing his jockstrap, his hand groping the huge bulge obscenely.

That was enough. "Look, Mr. Cuorosckec, let's show a little more respect! You me want to report you? You want to spend still another year in high school?"

But as I said that, he yanked down his jock!

Damn!!

I was stunned. My hell, what a cock! That young man was hung better than any GI I ever saw in the showers, and this time he had a hardon. Get a grip on yourself! This is no big deal. You have seen guys with hardons in the showers before!

But fuck, did he ever have a dong! I had been thinking about it for so long, I was excited, almost obsessed. And something else: he was one of those guys with a bent cock. Not only was it huge, it arced up like a crowbar. I wonder what that thing would feel like. I almost slapped myself. Get a grip, man! You're thinking like a queer!

But I couldn't tear my eyes away. The shaft was a tawny column sculptured with huge veins and smaller ripples, the skin a little darker than the rest of his body. His cockhead stood proudly out of the folds of foreskin, arching violently up. It was pink. Glowing, erotic pink. It's . . . handsome . . . no, beautiful!

I stood unmoving -- couldn't move. Look at that thing! Never seen anything like that in my whole, damned life! I realized I was staring at it like an idiot, my mouth watering, but I couldn't help myself. I just couldn't move.

I heard Huron's voice. "Go on, Coach. Touch it. You know you want to."

The insolent bastard! But at that instant I spotted a large bubble of clear, syrupy liquid ooze out of it -- His precum! He's turned on! My thoughts were going 100 miles an hour, and in the roaring confusion, I saw my hand go out and grasp it.

I'm doing it! I actually reached out to hold a guy's cock! Fuck, I can't get my fingers around it! It's that big! My heart pounded in my ears, and I was breathing harder. Huron stepped closer as I stared down, and I started to stroke it. "Yeah, Coach, that feels good. Stroke my big cock."

I swallowed and licked my lips, and he spotted that. "Go on, Coach." His voice was low, deep, a manly bass. "Give it a kiss . . . do it. You know you want to."

This is bullcuckolds brownie! This insolent punk is not going to--

But my knees bent! I couldn't stop them! I slowly dropped to kneel in front of him, trying to fight it, trying to straighten up, but . . . there it was, right in front of my face. Ohmigod. Never been this close to a cock before. It's HUGE! I still held on, still stroking, still with the roaring in my ears. I'm supposed to kiss it. I can't do that! I can't kiss another man's--

--But my puckered lips pressed against it, kissed it, licked it -- I caught the drop of precum on my tongue -- then slid my lips around the cockhead. God, I'm sucking a man's cock!

"That's it, Coach, suck that big pecker!"

Out of control. Opened my jaws wide and took in as much as I could. Dirty, wicked, depraved! And never been so damned excited! I swallowed his precum -- not much of a taste, really; can't tell much from a single drop. But knowing I was swallowing Huron's cock-ooze turned it into a drop of gasoline scalding down my throat. I sucked harder.

He grabbed the sides of my head and rammed the big dong harder into my mouth, jamming it down my throat, obligation me, spreading my jaws so wide it brought tears to my eyes. Then he started humping it in and out. God, he's fucking my face -- how humiliating!

Worse, after a couple of minutes, he let out a deep groan, and big gushes of hot sperm slushed into my mouth and down my throat. And that I could taste. Salty. Spicy. Flavors I never tasted before . . . but flavors I recognized: the taste of a man's balls. The taste of his sweat. The taste of a hot, sweaty cock after a jackoff session. The taste of her squealing as you sink into her deep -- the taste of male!

As I gulped it down -- he got to me. From my own balls grew the tsunami of a mighty orgasm, and to my astonishment, as I knelt there in the high school locker room, sucking the cock of a high school student, my own cock throbbed to full, maximum hardness, and, almost blinded with the ecstasy, I shot a huge load into my own pants.

Hadn't even touched myself.

You cummed from giving another male a blowjob And you swallowed his jizz!! Not even Ellie swallowed sperm. When he pulled his cock out of my mouth, I remained kneeling, panting, heart pounding, buzzing in the afterglow of my climax. Still unable to think straight.

"Okay, Coach, stand up and get your clothes off."

What? Who in hell does he think he is? But I stood up. Weak, staggering. "Look, Huron, I don't know what came over me just now, but--

--"Hee! hee! Looky there! Coach done cummed hisself just from sucking my cock! Yer a natural-born cocksucker, Coach!"

Oh, cuckolds brownie! The front of my khaki pants had a big, round wet spot. Damn, that was a big load. "That's not . . . what you think . . . I spilled water--" But that was bullcuckolds brownie, and we both knew it.

--"Better get them wet pants off, Coach."

In my confusion, that seemed to make sense. "Yeah. Can't wear these outside." Everything was spinning, dizzy. I unbuckled my pants and stripped them down. My jockstrap still drooled cum through the mesh: I was busted.

"Get that jock off, too, Coach."

I yanked down the supporter and stepped out of it.

"Now lay back on the bench, and let's talk."

Lie back on the bench! No fucking way! No way am I going to let a man-- And it suddenly hit me: A man. I'm not thinking of him as a kid any more. I could still taste his cum in my mouth. He's a man! And I lay back on the bench.

He slipped his own jockstrap off his foot, where it had been looped while I sucked his cock, and he swung one leg over me. Straddling me, he sidled up to my shoulders, his huge cock once again in my face. Yeah! I opened my mouth and sucked it in again. I liked it. Wanted to suck it again. I couldn't get much of it in my mouth, of course, but I loved to fetish myself on it! And the cummy taste suddenly was the most familiar I knew. Basic. Important flavor!

"Gonna git yer cherry now, Coach. Spread yer legs out fer me and git ready."

Ohmigod, NO! When Huron pulled his cock out of my mouth, I gasped, "No! Wait! I'm a married man! No! You can't do this! Won't let you!" But Huron had his jockstrap in his hand, and he mashed it over my face!

"Feel that, Coach? My cum! Beat the meat 10 minutes ago. Suck my cum from my own sweaty jock, Coach!"

I couldn't breathe! He sladyed me with the sweaty thing, and I opened my mouth wide, gasping for breath -- and the wet mesh pressed against my tongue. That taste again! The musk of his crotch filled my nostrils, overpowering me.

Out of my mind, takeser than ever in my life, I couldn't think straight. But my body knew what it wanted. My legs spread open, and my hands reached down to each knee, pulling them even wider apart. Huron moved into my crotch, his giant cock like a construction derrick, but before he mounted me, he swiped my ass a couple of times with something greasy -- must've been Vaseline or something from his locker. Then I felt his cockhead nudge against my asshole, and a second later, my whole life changed!

A bazooka rocket burned a white-hot hole through me, and the pain was terrible! My asshole was on fire. All sexual thoughts evaporated; all I could think of was stopping the pain! I reached up and yanked the jockstrap away from my mouth. "Stop! Oh, God, STOP!"

His huge ram slid further in, and again I writhed. "Jesus God, stop! Oh, god, oh, god!" I couldn't fight him -- I was in too much pain to move, like being crushed in a traffic accident and hurting too much to crawl out of the car. Tears ran from my eyes, and I gritted my teeth.

When it finally slid in to the hilt, his hips pressed against mine, it felt like he rammed a flaming torch up my ass. I was afire from between my legs all the way up to my heart. I couldn't breathe. This is it! I'll die here, cut up inside, gutted by a high school student, fucked to death on a locker room bench! I saw the end. This is all I can take. When he starts plowing, it'll be too much -- this is the end for me!

Son of a bitch, what a way to die. I don't want to go like this! I couldn't do anything but wait.

Any second now. My asshole and my guts were so stretched open, I figured his out-stroke would be at least as painful as the entry, probably rip out my guts. I'll red to death.

Soon. He'll pull out soon. Disembowel me. And then it will be over.

I waited. Heard him over me, breathing hard. Felt the heat of his body.

I opened my eyes.

He was staring down at me like a lion at a gazelle, his pupils dilated with lust. "Like this, Coach?" Even his voice was the grunt of a lion -- deep, hoarse, savage.

What a cruel bastard! He knows I'm dying. He's done this before, *******ed other men, buried their bodies in the Mississippi woods. It pissed me off. I swore to myself that, no matter how bad it got, I would give him no more satisfaction in hearing me beg him to stop. At least I'm still alive. I can stand this much.

Still he didn't move. When I looked up at him again, he grinned like an alligator at the question in my eyes. "I know you're eager, Coach. Just wait for it. You'll get used to it . . . then you'll like it . . . start begging for it."

Used to it? No fucking way! I've never felt pain like this! But it suddenly hit me: it was getting easier to take! And the longer I lay there, my thighs spread apart, Huron's big cock spreading my asshole wider around than I could believe . . . the less it hurt!

At first I didn't care -- I was just glad for the relief. I'll live through this.

Then he started fucking. As he pulled out very slowly, it hurt a little, but I could stand it. He slid out all the way, and when just his cockhead was still inside, he pushed back in again . . . and that time it didn't hurt.

It doesn't hurt!!

And when he pulled out again -- Incredible! Feels good! The big cock sliding through me was like a big stick of slimy mint! Peppery, but slick, smooth, sliding. And good!

Suddenly I felt something else: Oh, no! No, please! It can't be, not this!! The horniness was coming back! I felt myself getting a hardon.

No, no, no! But with every lunge, the fiery pain was replaced with a fiery craving. He had my body stretched so tight, it was inflamed and sensitive to any movement, and his thrusts rammed pleasure up my ass in showers of sparks. I looked down. I was hard as an iron bar, and my hands were pulling my knees back again. To make it easier, to help him, to get it in deeper.

"Yeah, you like it now, don't you, Coach?" And he stopped.

I waited.

Come on, come on!

I opened my eyes and looked up again. The cruel mister of a bitch looked down at me with that shark's smile. The only sound I heard was my own panting, and it dawned on me I was even hornier than before. "Come on!" My voice was a hoarse growl, so husky I hardly recognized it.

"C'mon what, Coach?"

I gritted my teeth and snarled, "Do it! Do it!"

He remained still, my asshole tight around his organ like a fiery ring around Saturn, driving me crazy.

"Do what, Coach?"

I hadn't died from the pain of getting fucked, but I knew I would go insane if he didn't finish it! Something in me snapped. "Dammit, fuck me! Ram that big thing in me! Do it! Fuck me now! FUCK ME!"

The heavenly, mind-blowing thrusts began again, and he took me to a new level, a sensation so intense it was almost an orgasm, but it lasted -- didn't peak and subside like cumming! He kept me suspended, like in mid-air, floating electrocuted on that huge cock, so dizzy with pleasure I could hardly breathe.

I had no control of my body -- it responded only to his cock. My legs automatically wrapped around his heaving buttocks, helping him, adding my strength to his lunges. "Deeper! Oh, god, Yeah! Harder!" I couldn't stop barking at him, begging him to fuck me.

At the last stage I couldn't stop my hands from reaching up, one over his shoulder, the other over his neck in a caress. I'm hugging the ladyfucker! For as much as I hated the idea, my body was thanking him, submitting to him, wanting him to have his way.

"Yeah! Yer my bitch now, Coach."

The words were damnation, words no man can stand to hear, but my fevered, stretched, hypersensitive asshole felt every vein, bump, skin-fold, and irregularity in the surface of his thrusting cockshaft -- and mistook it for pleasure! And that freakish upward curve meant his cockhead banged against my prostate with every stroke. Every thrust was a gut-punch of pleasure, and I was so fuck-takes when I looked up at him, I couldn't focus.

"I'm about there, Coach, gonna breed ya!" And with six or eight more savage lunges, he drove it in to the max, a vicious gouge I could almost feel in the back of my throat, and his hips slammed my whole body in a roundhouse punch. "Cummin' in ya, bitch! Yer ass is mine!"

I felt it! It's true! You can feel a cumming! A hot swelling in my guts! Swelling me full! I could only imagine the heavy surges of hot, slimy milt gushing up through me, and the feeling was too much! Barely conscious, my head fell back, my eyes clenched shut --

--and an atomic bomb went off somewhere between my balls and the blessed spot where his cock had stretched me into his property. In the sizzling pleasure no man can stand, I screamed in silent, desperate hisses, sputtering my semen like a machine-cannon! I think I counted six shots, but it went on after that. Biggest, longest, hardest ejaculation I ever had! And again, without touching my cock.

And even past my orgasm, his final lunges kept me in that ass-pleasure, turning my afterglow into a hot, fevered, continuing joy. "Keep fucking me, keep going . . . please!" My voice was slurred like a takes's.

But Huron was finished, and he let himself collapse onto me, his chest and belly falling with a splush! into the big puddle of my cum. As he lay there, panting by my ear, his hips gave occasional, final-touch lunges, each one giving me another mini-thrill. I lay back breathing hard, obedient, quiet, eager for whatever he would give me.

Never could've imagined it. A man fucking me in the ass had put me into the longest, strongest, most intense ecstasy I ever felt. And then, with Huron's cock still in me, still wallowing on me as his bitch, a wave of shame swept over me. It's true. Never felt this wonderful. I hope -- somehow -- I can get over this.

About then Huron pulled out and stood up. "Look at this mess, bitch," he growled. "Git up here and clean me off!"

I was about to tell him to fuck off, but then -- the lines of white sperm running down his belly turned me on so much I rose up, went to him, and bent over to lick my own sperm from his body. He patted my bald head. "We need us a secret sign. Tell ya what, bitch, from now on, whenever I meet ya and grab yer crotch, it means yer gonna go back to the office and git ready fer me."

With that he shoved me, and I stumred back over the bench, falling onto my ass -- luckily not banging my head against the lockers. He pulled his clothes out of his locker, put them on, and left.

I didn't move. I just watched him go. I was awash in shame and offense. Ghost-figures of the soldiers in my platoons marched past and looked down at me sneering. Didn't know a queer was leading us!

When I heard the door close as Huron left, I pulled myself painfully to my feet. As I stood, a stream of his sperm ran out of my ass and down my legs. He fucked me. Bred me like a bitch. I lowered my head. Another man can call me his bitch. What have I let happen? What have I become??

And Ellie. I couldn't think about her. It was a train-wreck I was racing toward, and I couldn't bear to look. What am I going to do??

I took a deep breath and set my teeth. This will be a secret. To the grave. I sat on the bench and dropped my head into my hands, trying not to cry. A few minutes later I got up, staggered into the showers and washed myself off -- Can't clean this off. This is on me for a million years. -- found my clothes. I pulled them on and walked out to my car.

I drove home like a zombie. Not going to tell her. Can't tell her. More than she wants to know. She'll lose all respect for me. It's enough that I know I'm a cocksucking, man-fucking bitch-queer.

And what about that "secret sign" of his?

Oh, fuck! I'm a fucking faggot whose students walk up to him and grab his crotch. I gnashed my teeth and made a decision. If that punk thug puts his hand on me again, I'll ******* him! But with that my imagination spun off into school inquiries, police reports, investigations, newspaper reporters, charges and countercharges, and finally my picture on TV as worrying a high school student.

And Ellie would leave me.

Tears ran down my cheeks, and I could hardly see to drive. You stupid bastard, you stupid, stupid bastard! You betrayed her! And for a damned high school loser you don't even like!!

No, now wait a minute. I didn't betray her. I didn't make love to another woman. I was fucked by another man! Everything was so confused, I couldn't think straight. But no matter how I look at it, she's going to leave me!

Something worse: deep down inside, so deep I couldn't think about it, I knew something truly snapped inside me. I surrendered to a man like I was a bitch -- and for as much as I fought it, the truth was that I liked it..

It was true: nothing ever gave me such an intense orgasm as I got from being fucked by a high school student. Still worse, down deep inside, I could not imagine myself not surrendering to that cock again!!

I cried even harder.

At home, I went through the evening meal trying to act "normal," carrying on a conversation I wasn't really hearing, afraid I was somehow filling the room with the smell of locker room, sweat , and cum, afraid any second she was going to ask me to go take a shower.

--"He ****d you, the mister of a bitch! I'll get him for that!"--

--"No, no . . . okay, it was **** at first . . . but not later"--

--"What??"

She looked up at me. "Terry . . . Duke, you know what that big cock feels like. I saw you. You loved it like I did." She put her hand on my shoulder. "I don't know how they did it -- I mean, I was scared -- but between the two of them, holding me, fondling me, feeling me, rubbing and squeezing . . . I started getting turned on. And once they felt I was wet, Huron stuck his cock in" -- her voice became a hiss -- "God, Duke, it was incredible! Like sticking a bar of cinnamon up my pussy! I was instantly on fire!"

I stared at her. "I had the same feeling! Like mint!"

Ellie's eyes were vacant, and she was breathing hard. "His cock . . . it curves up!--

We both said it together --"like a crowbar!"

She went on: "And it hit -- oh, Duke, it hit my spot every time! He blasted me into a climax with the third stroke, and again and again and again and AGAIN!!"

She paused a moment, calming down. "As a **** it would not have been my fault. And it started out as a ****." She lowered her voice. "But by the time he finished, he made me cum so many times, I couldn't think straight." She dropped her head in shame. "I love you, Terry. But I can't deny that man's cock turned me on so bad, I would've let him do anything he wanted." She gave me a little smile. "But Duke, why didn't you say anything about this a week ago?"

"Ellie, no man wants to admit that he was fucked by a high school student." I looked at her. "Last week was the first time. First time I ever wanted a man to . . . do me. Never thought I was gay. Never looked at a man before." I gave her a pitiful little smile. "But just like Huron did to you, he gave me such an orgasm, I couldn't fight him." I sighed. "Got to admit it to you. I'm a queer." Then I lowered my eyes, too. "I know what you must think of me now."

When I looked up, I saw that strange expression again -- and what I heard next blew me completely out of the water. "Terry, my big Duke-stud, that is the hottest thing I have ever heard! I never dreamed you could get it on with another man. Oh, Duke, that makes me so hot I'm wet."

I was astonished.

She stared at me, her eyes glittering, and she took my hand. "Terry, you're not queer! Anybody who can sock it to me like you can is bi! And that's great!" Then her voice dropped. "Tell me what it was like." Her voice was so soft I could barely hear her.

"Well, he . . . " -- I didn't know what to say -- "You saw his big cock --"

--"Oh, god, yes, huge! Tell me about it!"

"Ellie, what's come over you?"

"Oh, Terry, I've always had a secret dream of watching two men fuck each other . . . and then . . . maybe I could get in on it. I'm sorry. It's just a fantasy I've always had. I never dreamed I would get anywhere close to it -- I never figured you would go for sex with a man. But now that you . . . oh, my god, you liked it, I'm so turned on, if you don't fuck me this second, I'm going out into the street and stop the first car!"

By that point she was down to her bra and panties, and when I stood up from my chair, she ran into my arms, and our mouths met in an open-mouth kiss. Her tongue was a vicious snake, chasing mine around, scouring my mouth. Ellie was an aggressive little she-badger.

We barely made it to the bedroom. Once we were naked, I laid her back on the bed and -- no foreplay -- raised her legs to my shoulders and rammed my cock up her cunt, all the way in one vicious, all-my-strength thrust! Damn, she's right! Wet and boiling hot! I slid into her like a torpedo shooting through the launch-tube.

And I was proud of myself: my dick was so hard and throbbing, it almost hurt! I had heard, "Once a queer, you can never go back to straight," and "A cock in your ass turns you inside-out: from then on you only want it in the ass." I sighed with relief: I'm hard! I can fuck her!!

I sank it in with more than usual gusto, and Ellie writhed back and forth, turning her head from side to side, breathing hard, in such heat, I figured I would have to fight off a premature ejaculation -- but I didn't. I plowed her for a good 20 minutes, driving her to orgasm after orgasm, fucking her into a screaming, begging, shuddering female body literally at my mercy. She was so hot all I had to do was clench my crotch muscles a couple of times to make my cock snap up in her cunt during the strokes, and she would stiffen and arch her back in the ecstasy of yet another mini-cum. This is downright weird! She learns I take it up the ass, and suddenly she's submitting to me like she's a teenager getting her cherry plucked!

Like a hand grenade going off in my scrotum, an orgasm swept over me, and I gushed the family juice into Ellie's steaming pussy. She was no teenaged beginner, though. Her cunt walls gripped and undulated against my cock, zapping me like I stuck my dick in a light socket.

As always, Ellie won. When it was over, she leaned back like a manta ray arching up for a strike -- and I rolled aside, panting and sweating, looking over at her like a steer on the auction block. We lay together, purring in the afterglow, and finally she said, "Are you going to do it again tomorrow?" Her voice was low and husky, like a cello playing in a sauna bath.

"With Huron? Have sex with him again? Naw. Bad idea. I don't know how, but I've got to bring a stop to all this."

Her eyes were disappointed. "But he told us to come back."

"What? Ellie, you want me to??"

She closed her eyes. "It's the hottest thing I can imagine -- you fucking with other men, then sticking that big thing in me . . . while it's still dripping with their juices." She fingered her wet pussy. "And Duke, if you get a fuck from Huron . . . isn't it okay if I do, too?"

I could hardly think straight. This is my innocent little Ellie? She's lying there with my jizz running out of her pussy, telling me in a throaty voice she wants me to get it on with other men. "Ellie . . . sex with men is . . . not good. Not manly"--

--"You said yourself you liked it!"

"Yeah. Yeah, that's true. I must be part gay, maybe bisexual, but it makes me less of a man"--

--"No, it doesn't! You're more of a man! As a bi, you can fuck anything! Anybody!"

I lowered my head. "Ellie. I didn't fuck him; he fucked me. Took me like a bitch. And I liked it, and that's what bothers me."

She writhed on the bed. "Oh, god, that's what sets me on fire! You getting fucked and liking it!" She grabbed my arm. "Duke, think about it! You and I get the same feelings! Both of us know what Huron's big, hard cock feels like! Both of us got a climax from it!" Her fingernails dug into my skin. "God, that turns me on! You know what it's like to be fucked!!"

She stared into my eyes. "Duke, we've got to do it again!" Her voice lowered to a hiss. "I want to watch again!!"

What have I done? I looked hard at her. "Ellie, can't you understand how humiliating this is?"

She smiled. "That's just male ego. Think about it: you, the man, get off on thinking you're conquering me as you fuck me."

I blinked. "That's not--"

--"But I, the woman, get off on the pure physical rush." Ellie squeezed my hand and smiled. "Ever thought about who gets the best feeling?" She touched my ear. "When you stick your finger in your ear, which feels better, your finger or your ear?"

Her smile turned into a sort of triumph. "You see? Getting fucked is better. No work. You get all his power, all his lust, all his energy -- all of it poured into your climax!"

"Damn, Ellie, I never dreamed you were this hot."

She opened her eyes like a sultry cat. "I've never lived such a hot, horny day, Dukey-boy."

I took a deep breath. "Okay. Tomorrow's practice is at 10:00. I was going to stay away from Huron, but . . . if you really want me to do this . . . and you want to watch . . . you can show up after the practice -- should be around 2:00." I looked at her, and her pupils were dilated.

I took another deep breath. "You can watch him fuck me . . . and you can get him to fuck you."

"Oh, god, Duke, that is the hottest thing I have ever heard of!!" With that, she wrapped both legs around my hips, pulled me to her and -- Damn, I got my hardon back! -- again I sank my dong in her to the hilt in one, savage, teeth-gritting lunge!

After a few minutes of thrusting, I exploded in Ellie in a hell of an ejaculation. Felt like a gallon. She'll be leaking this for the rest of the night.I felt good. Bred her good and hard.

After some afterglow kisses and hugging, we rolled over, and Ellie went to relax. I had trouble relaxing, though. Couldn't get the memories of the day out of my head. Couldn't stop imagining what would happen to us the next.

The next morning, I watched the players run out onto the field. Huron Cuorosckec waited until all the others had run out, then he trotted up to me, reached out, and groped my crotch. I looked around nervously; luckily, no one was looking. "When the game gits going," he muttered, "meet me in the showers. Naked."

"What? Now??"

But without an answer, he trotted out to the practice field.

If we get caught, oh, hell! But I had a hardon -- Lucky I'm wearing a jockstrap; it's not tenting out my pants -- and my thoughts were so hot, I found myself breathing harder. I watched as the scrimmage got underway. Then I hurried back to my office and called Ellie. "Honey, Huron just told me he wants to meet me in the showers right now. Can you get over here in 10 minutes?"

She didn't answer. I just heard the click of the hang-up. Only seven minutes later, Ellie came skipping into my office.

"Okay, honey. Like I said, he's going to meet me in the showers after the game out there gets going." Ellie's eyes were dilated. She was hot. Her mouth was open; she was breathing hard.

I was breathing hard, too. "Ellie, this is dangerous. Anybody could come in here and catch us."

"I don't care! I'm so horny I'm going to hump a fire hydrant!"

"Okay, just as long as you know what we're risking. I'm going to strip down and go to the showers. When he comes in, he'll do it to me."

"I want to see it, Duke. To see you, my big hunk of a drill sergeant husband, getting fucked again by a student. The danger makes it even hotter!" Her eyes were almost glazed over. "Getting fucked . . . knowing my feelings . . . cumming just like me . . . "

I pulled off my clothes. I wished I didn't have a hardon -- it made me look too eager -- but it flipped up to slap my belly when I yanked down my jockstrap. Ellie snickered. No sense denying it; both of us were major turned on. I walked into the shower room and turned on the water. Ellie hid behind the door.

In about five minutes I heard Huron's voice. "Okay, Coach, I see yer stripped and ready." He yanked down his gym trunks and his jockstrap. There it was. The Cock. Not as big as his daddy's, but it had that vicious up-curve like a pirate's hook. "Git down here and suck it, Coach."

There it was. Damn, it's handsome! Long. Damn long. And thick. Not as thick as his man's and not with that Satanic, constantly-bigger shape, but damned fat. And a cockhead even wider. I licked my lips. Without realizing it, I had moved from under the shower stream to stand in front of him. Close to him. Close to it. Couldn't stop staring.

Nervous, knowing Ellie's eyes were on me hoping to see me suck a cock, I sank to my knees and shuffled the couple of steps closer. I was in the Army again. In combat. Staring down the vicious, lethal barrel of a field mortar -- a broad, hot, smoking black hole in a huge steel tube.

I spread my jaws wide, and when my lips touched the warm, moist tip of Huron's mortar barrel, it exploded in fire, shooting its deadly sperm a mile down my gullet.

A premature ejaculation! Huron's in a horny mood! I felt a huge spurt of precum sputter out into my jockstrap. Damn, I'm a slut! Now I'm spurting precum just from sucking his cock!

While he wound down, I enjoyed the smells. I loved the sweaty, ballsy, manly odor. It made me takes. Finally he growled, "Yeah, Coach, yer a born cocksucker. Swallered ever' drop, did ya?" He put his hands on my forehead and pushed me back. His cock slopped out of my mouth with a sucking sound and I fell onto my back. Huron dropped onto me, mounting me, his fingers yanking aside the elastic straps of my jock. I felt the touch at my asshole -- Damn, he never lost his erection! --, then he pushed hard, and Oh, cuckolds brownie, oh, fuck, oh, hell!! God, that hurts!!

I couldn't scream. Not with Ellie watching. Damn, it hurt! I clenched my fists on the wet shower room floor and bit my lip -- but at the same time I felt my cock get so hard it was about to explode!

Once the first pain faded away, I grew so hot, so horny -- I love this! -- I raised my hips, angling my asshole even better for him, and my wide-yawing rectum radiated an exhilaration so powerful it was almost scary.

Huron's knobby, heavily veined cockshaft chattered through my asshole like a clarinet dragging through it, popping and snapping the tight rubber-band of my rectum, sending hot darts of ecstasy into my flesh with every movement. More than the body can stand. After only four or five muscular lunges, I went -- fighting and clawing -- over the falls, and with the roaring in my ears, my whole body turned into a cocoon of fiery pleasure. *****, barely conscious, I felt myself spurting heavy jets of cum. Mindless. An out-of-body experience.

My body wanted to relax after such a glorious climax, but I had a duty to perform: I was Huron's hole, and he was still plowing toward his own cumming. His thrusts and that wonderful, tight-stretching, moonscape of a cock ravaged, sandpapered, and tormented my poor asshole so violently, he kept me in an intense afterglow -- just a notch below peak orgasm -- until "Here ya go, cuckolds browniehead! Take it!!"

I couldn't feel his seed jetting up inside me. Too pleasured, too delirious, too fucked to feel it. But when he pulled out, I felt a river slithering out of my asshole, and I was glad I was already in the shower room. I lay back, panting, gasping. I would have been covered in sweat if I had not been lying in the spray of a shower nozzle.

Helpless. Fucked. Totally pleasured out.

As he pulled up his jock and gym trunks, he glared down at me. "I'll want ya again after the scrimmage. And git yer wife here then!"

"I'm here now." Smiling shyly, Ellie stepped naked from the door into the showers.

"Well, I'll be damned! Okay, bitch, get over here!"

Huron grabbed Ellie by the arm and yanked her into the middle of the floor, near me. She pulled back. "No, don't hurt me! You don't understand! I want you to do it to me again. But fuck me like you did my husband! I want to feel everything he felt!"

Huron's face took on an evil smile. "You want it up the ass?"

"Yes!"

I couldn't have been more astounded if she had grown a cock. "Ellie, Ellie, what are you saying??"

"Duke, this will bring us even closer together!" She dropped to her hands and knees beside me, and she stared into my eyes. "When the cock that fucked you is in my ass, Terry, I want you to stick yours in my pussy! When we cum, we'll cum together, and he'll be fucking us both!"

I was so confused I couldn't think straight, but it didn't matter -- Huron had yanked off his clothes again and was so into butt-fucking my wife, he was mounted on her before I could make a move. Ellie let out a scream as Huron's big dong spread open her virgin asshole.

I knew what she was going through. Once his cockhead had busted past Ellie's ass-ring, he sank in a few inches, then held still, letting her adjust, letting her asshole stretch. Breaking her to ass-fucking just like he broke me. And after a couple of minutes, the ***d expression on her face relaxed. "Duke," she hissed. "Now! Get under me! Fuck me!"

Incredible! I'm going to fuck my wife while a high school kid fucks her in the ass! I thought about it: she was right -- she would know what I had felt with Huron's cock up my ass, and I would know what she was feeling as he fucked her. It was true. We would share everything.

I scramred to slide under her on my back, sliding my legs between both hers and Huron's. He kept on plowing her, an natural, thrusting toward his own pleasure. I thrust up into Ellie's dripping pussy to the undulating motions from Huron's dong in the channel above. Ellie had a tight cunt, and the recycling massages from Huron's fucking actually made sinking myself into her easier. I just pushed, and the undulations of her body wriggled her onto me down to the hilt.

She looked down at me with fire, and I knew she was burning. Lust for Huron -- and love for me. The whole situation was such a mind-blowing turn-on, after only a few thrusts of my own, we heard Huron grunting, "Here it comes, bitch, gonna fill yer ass with cum!" and with his long groan of orgasm, both Ellie and I swept into a climax, ourselves.

And again, she was right. Huron's cock was thrilling her, and I knew how that felt -- what she was going through -- and the shared experience was molten lava pouring from her body into my balls, setting off my orgasm so powerfully I lost control of myself. My body literally fused together with Ellie's! For a long, stupefying time, I could not feel or even imagine where my body ended and hers began. My cock melted into her cunt, and we were one. My fuck-lunges degenerated into palsied shuddering, both of us in spasms of unspeakable pleasure.

The three of us collapsed into a pile of climaxing flesh.

I don't know how long that lasted. Could've been hours. Could've been minutes. Probably seconds. All I know is that it lasted, full-strength, continuous -- until Huron pulled his cock out of her ass.

We both felt it. Huron was pulling his cock out of us both. It came out of her ass with a wet, sucking sound, and Huron sat back on his haunches -- and the power cord was disconnected. "That was a good 'un." He patted Ellie's butt. "Fergit meetin' me after practice -- I'm done fer a while. Bring this bitch with ya over to the house Sunday night, Coach. I want Pa to enjoy this"

With that, he stood up and walked out, back to the playing field, back to the practice. Ellie and I lay together on the wet floor, winding down from the biggest orgasm I -- we -- ever had like two big electric motors spinning slowly down from 20,000 rpm. Slowly, gradually, by degrees, the lines that made us individuals grew darker until finally I was Terry -- with my cock sunk into the cunt of -- Ellie, my wife.

"My god." Her voice was like Eve looking at the creation of the world. "I never dreamed sex could be like that."

"Me neither." I started to pull my cock out of her, but--

--"No, no, leave it in. I want this to last forever."

But physiology was against me. The longer we lay there, the softer I got until my cock shlupped out. I crawled to my feet then helped her up. Together we showered. Long white slithers oozed down our legs for several minutes.

Dressed, I walked out of the locker room with her. "Come back at the noon break. We'll go have lunch at a nice restaurant."

*****

We went to our favorite joint and ordered steak. As we ate, she said, "Duke, that was the most incredible sexual experience I ever had."

"Same for me. I never thought an orgasm could get that intense."

She lowered her voice. "I hope you're okay that I let him fuck me." She looked into my eyes. "But so did you. And now we're even closer together."

I leaned across the table and kissed her. "A shared experience. But I love you, Ellie. Huron is just a useful prick." She leaned over and kissed me back.

We ate for a few minutes, then, "Terry . . . I want to do it again."

"Well, you heard what he said. I'm supposed to 'bring the bitch' and show up at their house Sunday night." I paused. "I wasn't really planning to go. For one thing, there's supposed to be some big storm out in the gulf."

She had a Mona Lisa smile. "Oh, you're not afraid of a little thunderstorm, are you? There's one more thing we have to do."

One more thing? What else could there possibly be?? "Okay, we'll go if you want to. Might get a little bad weather."

*****

I drove her back to her car at the school, then went back to the second session of practice. I tried not to make eye contact with Huron, but it was tough. I found myself looking at his crotch in quick glances. That big kid fucked me. Fucked my wife. And she's okay with it! Everything seemed so simple -- but I was like a polar bear in the jungle. Nothing was familiar.

That evening, Ellie and I ate dinner like robots. Pecking at the food. Strangely uneasy, not knowing quite what to say. I dropped my fork. "Ellie, this is such a weird new world for me. I mean, letting a man fuck me. Letting him fuck you. And you being okay with all that."

Ellie looked at me. "Is that wrong? We haven't betrayed each other. We haven't cheated on each other. We let each other know exactly what was going on." She gave me a quiet, gentle smile. "And you liked it. You said you did. I saw you did. I'm glad you liked it. I want you to do things you like."

She paused. "And the same goes for me." She took my hand. "I like that wild kid's dick in me. But I love you. Huron's just like a bar of soap. I use him, then I put him away. No attachment. Sex with you is different. You're my husband. I love you."

I leaned over and kissed her. Then she gave me an evil little smile. "And just once, this Sunday night, we both" -- her voice grew very soft and slow -- "will be two bitches looking for a fuck."

I looked at her. "Damn, you're dirty. I never dreamed."

"It's not dirty, it's the truth. We shared a truth -- we both like being laid. I know this about you. You know this about me. Now we're going for a good session of it." She took my hand. "I love you, Terry. Your cock is my favorite. Why is that dirty?"

I bent over and kissed her again. "I love you, too, Ellie."

On Saturday I did the usual things -- mowed the lawn, washed the car. Ellie vacuumed the living room. Both of us were like zombies. Somehow we had an unspoken agreement -- no sex before Sunday night; we wanted to be at peak sensitivity and drive. But Sunday dragged by even more slowly. "I can't stand it. It's like waiting two days in line for a Beatles concert. I'm going nuts!"

She smiled. "Relax, horny boy."

Finally the sun sank in the sky, and we got ready for the orgy. On the drive to the Cuoroskec house, the wind blew in the car window and up Ellie's miniskirt. "Ah-hah, no underwear, you naughty girl!"

"I want to be ready." She looked up at me with her lioness look. "I never dreamed you would turn out to fulfill my darkest fantasy." As a matter of fact, it was dark. Very dark. Black storm clouds had darkened the sky even before the sun went down.

"I never dreamed such a hot sex kitten was hiding inside quiet, sweet little Ellie." I looked over at her. "Tell me something. Which felt better, Huron in the front or Huron in the back?" She looked surprised, so I continued, "I mean, I know it hurt in the ass the first time . . . but in the end . . . which was better?"

Ellie looked back from under her eyelashes. "I hate to tell you this." She giggled. "The feeling in the cunt is stronger. Any woman knows that."

I whistled. "The feeling of his cock in my ass drove me crazy. I can't imagine what you go through with something that's better than that!"

She leaned over and kissed me -- backing off as the car tire shuddered at the edge of the pavement. "And how about you? Which do you prefer? Fucking or being fucked?"

"Gee, I don't know. Fucking is like an explosion -- unbearably intense, almost lethal . . . but only for a few seconds. Getting fucked is more like a blowtorch -- I can stand it, but it lasts for such a long, long time, I go out of my mind." I smiled. "But I can't really explain it, can I? Your pussy thrills better than my asshole. But my cock thrills better than your pussy -- or so men have always believed."

"Looks like we still have the eternal secrets." I looked out at the woods. The wind was getting stronger, and ran splattered against the windshield.

A short time later we pulled up to the Cuorosckec house. An big, unpainted dump, an old, two-story stone house once a genteel Southern-style farmhouse. Not quite a plantation mansion, but still a large structure -- deteriorated and rotting. Time (and the Cuorosckecs, probably) had been hard on it. A car without any wheels rested in the dirt in front of the porch. A large, dead oak tree in front. A few tufts of weeds, some long stems of grass. Mostly bare dirt. The place screamed low-income, low social level. Hopelessness. By then the wind was very strong, and it was raining. The clouds came from about 50 miles south, back at the Mississippi gulf coast.

Hurricane Camille had come ashore -- but we didn't know that yet.

Huron walked out on the porch and yelled, "Bitch! Git in here outa the rain!"

Ellie snickered. "I think he's talking to you," but she got out and hurried over to him. I trotted behind. We followed Huron inside, into a small vestibule with old-fashioned wood trim, coat-hooks, and an umbrella stand . There Ellie spoke up: "Okay, Huron, let's set out some ground rules--"

--"Ain't gonna be no rules. Gonna fuck ya--"

--"That's right -- it's no ****. Both of us want you to fuck us!" Ellie's voice hardened. "So let's just cut out the tough-guy crap, all right? Nobody's going to hurt anybody. My husband is a US Army karate instructor, and he can kick your ass."

Huron looked at her with a sneer. "More like he wants me to fuck his ass."

Ellie smiled. "That's right. The Coach here likes it" -- I blushed. Damn, this is embarrassing! -- "and I liked it, too . . . and we want to feel it again." Ellie stared him down. "So let's go in the house, bring your man in, and let's play!"

I was dumbfounded. My little Ellie. Barely 100 pounds. Five-foot-one. My little pixie. Bulldozing the big hillbilly like she was an Army drill sergeant herself. Damn, I see who has the true grit in this family! Finally I muttered, "Ellie, damn, you're hot!" Couldn't think of anything else to say.

We walked into the living room, a large room but very dark, lit only by a kerosene lamp on a dusty table. Huron's man sat in a large overstuffed chair. He was naked. His huge, impossibly-thick cock stood up from his crotch like a lighthouse. "Awright, bitch, get over here and sit on this."

Ellie sucked in her breath. "I want your mister to fuck me."

"Ain't talkin' to you. I mean the other bitch. The big, tough, high school coach. Get over here, bitch, and lemme fuck ya!" He reached into a jar of Vaseline on a side table next to him, scooped out some, and started slathering it on his cock.

Dammit, I hate this offense cuckolds brownie! Can't he just fuck me and enjoy the physical part?? But what the hell, it's what I came for. I shucked down my pants, kicked off my shoes, and pulled off my shirt. Outside, the wind was roaring around the house.

When I was naked, I moved over to the big man in the chair, turned around, and backed toward him. When I got close enough, he swiped a few gobs of Vaseline into my ass crack, and his finger jammed up my asshole. "Now turn around, bitch! I wanna see the face of the cunt I'm screwin'!"

I turned to face him, spread my legs out over his legs, and gripped the back of the chair. Then I spread my legs out over the arms of the chair, pressed my chest against his, then sat back, lowering myself as he maneuvered that mind-boggling cock to my asshole. When it nudged at my pucker, I sat back, pushing it in, but I settled slowly, gingerly, trying to let my asshole swell, but he grabbed my hips. With a vicious upward lunge, he sank his huge dong into me in a single, violent, agonizing thrust!

I let out a yell and almost fainted. His thrust had jammed into me so deep my asshole had to stretch out past beer-can width in a single wow! Tears streamed down my cheeks, but in the midst of the fire, I felt his cockhair against my balls. All of it! He plowed me with all of it at once! My asshole his probably split and reding.

And as before, he held me there. "Can't get enough, can ya, cunt? My boy done found me a real cock-slut. Look at you, sittin' on my cock, dyin' o' the pain but --" he looked in my eyes and sneered -- "prac'ly beggin' me to do whutever I want."

It was true; he had me. Like before, the pain was fading away, and the overpowering pleasure of his cock in my ass began to sweep over me. I gasped, "Yeah! Fuck me!"

"Awright, slut. Do it."

I felt like cuckolds brownie, but when I realized he wasn't going to do the fucking, I raised my ass, then lowered it onto him . . . again and again and again. And like before, the terrible, painful, heart-stopping ecstasy of his gnarly cockshaft stretching my fevered asshole was like fine Kentucky bourbon. The joy of it grew so intense I could barely control myself.

Outside, the wind was screaming, but everybody inside was so fuck-takes, the roar was just background noise -- like a soundtrack. As a matter of fact -- This is so humiliating! I have to surrender every fucking bit of my masculine pride! -- I climaxed before he did. The machine-gun slugs of pleasure shooting into my guts from the texture of his cockshaft over my asshole, stretched so thin it was just cellophane, fired up my balls, and I was helpless as an orgasm tore me up and with panting gasps, my cock sputtered hot blobs of sperm all over his chest.

I'll be damned if the old man didn't reach up, seize my face, and pull me down into a kiss!

Like kissing a drainpipe. His tongue stabbed into my mouth, viciously swiping here and there, leaving me tastes of tobacco, garlic, cheap wine, and rotting food. And it was a 100% male kiss. No love. No affection. Pure, fucking, breeding-seamister lust. He kissed me purely for his own pleasure -- I was his bitch, his toy, his male fuck-hole. Nothing more.

He released me from the kiss when he got his orgasm. "Yeah! Cocksucker! Yeah, you got it now!" He lunged upward, ramming himself into me, to the full, broad, ass-tightening girth of his dong, and a spreading warmth inside me let me know I was being bred.

I liked it. I wished I didn't -- Who likes to be treated like a piece of cuckolds brownie? -- but I hoped this would not be the last time. I opened my eyes and looked around. Ellie! I forgot about Ellie!

She lay on her back on the filthy floor, her clothes in piles around her. Her legs were wrapped around Huron's lunging hips as his cock plowed her. And she was so hot, I could actually see her juices coating his plunging organ, spattering the floor around their joining.

About that time, Huron's man put his hands on my chest and pushed me backward. I fell off him onto the floor. About then Huron got his gun, and with a groan, he collapsed on Ellie. For several minutes the room was silent. Even the wind had paused for a moment, and we heard just the sound of heavy breathing. Four people floating in the warm pleasure of the afterglow.

Then Ellie's voice: "Now there's something you've go to do for us."

Huron and his man looked up. "Ain't gotta do nuthin' fer--"

--"You've got to give it to us both in the ass while Terry fucks me."

"Damn, bitch, you are one horny lady."

The roar of the wind began again, and what would go down in my history as History's Greatest Fuck started as Huron lay back on the carpet. Ellie squatted back onto his hard cock, taking it up her ass. Then she lay back on him, and his hands came up to fondle her tits. Horny sight. Wished I had a camera.

Looking up at me with eyes boiling with lust, she spread her legs for me, and I knelt, aimed, and sank the family heirloom up her dripping cunt. Shooo-bah! She was slick and dilated from Huron but so seething hot, I actually expected a blistered cock to come back out. What a feeling!! With a shudder, I knew this fucking would not last long -- I hadn't even begun yet and I felt my balls buzzing.

As soon as I was hilted in Ellie's cunt, Huron's man nudged my battered asshole again with the point of his famous spear, and with another of his trademark athletic lunges, he sank it in to screaming depth, spreading my asshole again to the size of impossibility. The wind outside was roaring like a jet plane flying through the room, with crashing sounds as tree limbs bashed against the house.

But we were in a fuck-craze, insane with lust. Intercourse with both of us getting it from behind. After a few seconds of getting a rhythm, we lunged back and forth, skewering, plowing, four tides going in and out until -- I knew it! -- on one of my refluent strokes, I felt the orgasm start in my balls, and as it grew I bent down to kiss Ellie.

I think that did it: my climax spread to everybody because all of us started groaning at once, and when the fires burned over me and my cock shot my ecstatic jizz up Ellie's pussy, she let out a scream, and her cunt convulsed around my shaft. From my own experiences, I knew her orgasming asshole was clenching at Huron's dong. At the same time Huron's man's cock spread even wider, painfully, wonderfully gigantic in my ass, a flamethrower spewing fire into my guts. Huron growled wordless insanities as, back arched, he thrust into Ellie's ass to his maximum length, so fuck-nuts I could hear his teeth chattering in spasms of ecstasy.

All four of us were in a solar-explosion orgasm -- all at the same moment, all with the same ecstasies -- and over everything howled the titanic winds screaming around the house like 100 freight trains, like Nature and all Existence were joining in the orgasm -- crashes, booms, shattering glass -- and at the maximum, screaming pinnacle of our pleasure, the sexual fire in the four of us melted us into one single, blissful body, and with a gigantic, roaring explosion, the whole house shook, and everything went black!

In that white-hot, unbelievable instant, the insane sexuality smeared us all together, burning away cares, disappointments, aggression, disillusion, any sensation except . . . joy. The orgasm went on and on -- I lost count of my ejaculations at 10. Finally I was shooting dry, but the pleasure and the mind-frying ecstasy went on. Longest marathon-orgasm I ever had.

Everybody else was riding along with me, shuddering in indescribable pleasure, almost senseless, the house convulsing and the wind screaming around us. When we finally passed the peak -- all of us at exactly the same moment -- we began a long slide down into an intense afterglow. I didn't know about everybody else, but I was in such a happy euphoria I could have remained like that for the rest of my life. But as we came to, we realized everything was dark, and we were getting wet from rain. We helped each other up and looked around.

The crashes we heard were tree limbs and other missiles slamming against the walls, breaking windows on the second floor, but the huge explosion was the oak tree outside falling against the house, knocking in the roof and smashing in the wall! And the old car in the front yard had become a missile -- a wheel-less 1948 Chrysler smashing through the front door!

Camille was passing by. Miraculously, the living room held together -- the ceiling had a large hole, but the walls had not collapsed. But the house was a wreck. We couldn't see much in the darkness -- we would not know until the morning how completely the house was destroyed.

We spent the rest of the night waiting there. Huron found a blanket, and the four of us, still naked, huddled under it in a dry corner of the room. Camille's winds slowly died down.

As the night grew more quiet, our lust returned. As the winds died down, we did two re-runs of what I remembered forever as the Hurricane position. When the sun finally rose, we again lay together on the floor, under the blanket, and I realized the four of us had a new relationship:

Ellie and I were much closer -- the closest friend I had ever known.

Huron and his man, for all that they were antisocial and dissimilar, had mysteriously become "special friends." Mind-boggling sex and Hurricane Camille, as the saying goes, "make strange bedfellows."

Camille hit Mississippi with the strongest winds in history -- 200mph -- and even far inland, the Curorosckec house was only one of thousands of wrecks. As we finally found our clothes (or something to wear), we crawled out of the splintered wood and piles of brick. Huron looked around at all of it, then at Ellie. "Gawd damn, that was the most unb'lievable feelin' I ever had!" He wasn't talking about Hurricane Camille.

Huron and his man stayed with us in our apartment that year, and during that time we did the Hurricane position nearly every night -- and a few times all night long. When Huron (finally) graduated the following May, he got a job, and they moved out.

Ellie and I lived in Mirsuccie for eight more years, visiting the Cuorosckecs occasionally to talk about Hurricane Camille and do the Hurricane position -- until I got a master's degree, and we moved to a new coaching job at a college a few states away. After we moved, we still drove back to Mirsuccie for the Hurricane position every now and then. Until the old man died.

Huron died that same year in a car crash. ***** and speeding.

We went to the funerals. Strange, the attachment we had to them -- not love, never anything in the same category as how I felt about Eleanor -- but higher than lust, sort of a naked-comrades club.

In later years, we entertained a number of men for threesomes -- never did successfully arrange another foursome and the Hurricane position -- and as risk of diseases became more dangerous and we grew older, our circle grew smaller until Ellie and I again had just each other. And we loved each other even more.

Ellie died in 2005, a month after Hurricane Katrina struck Mississippi.

Now I spend a lot of time reading through our scrapbooks. I've gone back to Germany a few times.

And to this day, a high wind always gives me a hardon.

Chantage... agréable


Comment j’ai fini par apprécier la bite, alors que j'aimais les filles.

J’étais jeune prof dans un lycée de province lorsqu’un jour le directeur de l’établissement me propose d’aller après les cours chez lui en compagnie du proviseur.

J’étais ravi de cette invitation. Je m'y rends. Je suis accueilli par le directeur avec grande amabilité et courtoisie. On s'assoit autour d'une table basse et on commence à boire des apéros. Je commence à vouloir m'en aller, mais derrière leur insistance je cède et on me verse de plus en plus à boire. Je crois qu'à un moment donné j’ai du perdre connaissance puisque je me retrouve mi-endormi tout nu une bite sur le visage et une presque dans mon cul. Alors qu'une main me caresse la queue... J’entends Monsieur le directeur qui me demande d'ouvrir la bouche, il pénètre mister sexe dans ma bouche et m'ordonne de sucer. Ce que je fais. Mais lorsqu’à la fin de cette pipe "commandée" je reçois des jets de sperme dans la gorge je me réveille complètement et me révolte pour refuser de continuer cette orgie. Alors il sourit et me demande de continuer tranquillement autrement tout le monde aura connaissance de mes cochonneries et me montre un appareil de photos... Le salaud : il avait pris des instantanés et mister visage comme celui du proviseur étaient cachés...

Il m'oblige à sucer mister compère, au fond j'prenais gout et je me mis à la tache avec en peu plus de passion. Sauf que, à la fin, il me propose un marché. Je serai obligé de venir encore 36 fois pour participer à ses envies et à chaque fois il me rendrait une photo avec mister négatif.

J'accepte, d'autant plus que je ne voulais pas perdre la confiance de ma fiancée et de mon entourage.

Pratiquement chaque semaine, une fois par semaine il me demande d'aller chez lui. A chaque fois avec un autre de ses compères, ou parfois tout seul. Dès que j'arrive il m'offre à boire et puis il me demande de le déshabiller, de sortir sa bite de me mettre à genoux et de sucer doucement, lentement délicatement, avant qu'il jouisse il me passe comme un objet à mister ami qui m'offre également sa queue, pendant que lui après avoir lubrifié mon cul il commence à m'enfiler comme une chèvre. Au début j'avais mal, ça me dégoutait même, mais petit à petit je commençais à apprécier. J'avais envie de ces odeurs de bite de couilles bien mures. J'adorais lécher des bites, j'adorais me laisser enculer comme une pute. A chaque séance monsieur le directeur me rendait une photo et mister négatif et moi je commençais même à craindre de ne plus pouvoir y aller, de ne plus pouvoir sucer ces belles bites, parfois d'ailleurs difficile à faire bander complètement. Mais j'étais devenu un expert en la matière, je savais les exciter, je savais les caresser pour l'endurcir et ensuite bien les avaler. MA LANGUE LECHAIT AVEC DELECTATION CES VIEILLES BITES qui ne demandaient qu'à durcir jour dans ma bouche ou dans mon cul... Le 36ème jour arrivait et lorsque j'avais rendu heureux mon directeur qui pour l'occasion avait acheté du champagne qui versa sur sa bite de façon à m’imbiber pendant que je le suçais, je lui demandais de pouvoir poursuivre notre relation.

Il me dit d'abord fais moi jouir sur ton visage, après on verra. Aussi dit aussi fait. Au moment de jouir pendant que je le suçais il sortit sa bite et m'arrosa en me traitant de sale pute... C'était un plaisir fou pour moi. J’en voulais encore. Je me jetais sur sa bite mouillée de mister sperme pour tout nettoyer tout lécher... dernier souvenir de 36ème séance de bonheur.

Mais il me permit de retourner la semaine d'après pour une dernière séance de pipes. Après il m'interdit sa maimister. Depuis je cherche un homme mur à sucer... et quelquefois je trouve... avis aux amateurs....

.........................

qui sait qui sait

She went back to the Army hospital in Munich, of course, and I have no doubt she, too, used the Nazi mind-control to field-strip a few local crotch-rifles.

Teufelberg never turned into a Christmas-card kind of town. When I saw it in the rear-view mirror for the last time, it still looked like where I would want to live if I were a witch, a vampire, or a werewolf.

Annette and I practiced the mind-control on GIs who caught our eye for as long as we were in the Army, and when we retired, we used it on a few astonished residents of Atlanta, then moved to Fort Lauderdale to startle a few students living it up on Spring Break, who never thought they could get it on with old fuddy-duddies.

I developed a real passion for surfing the carpet, riding blond-headed college surfers, leaving every one of them walking strangely and dripping my cum out the backs of their Speedo swimming trunks. They had a fuddy-duddy fucky-buddy.

Annette died a few years ago, and I'm biding my time. I can still get it up, though. Every time the nursing home gets a new orderly, he finds himself kneeling at my wheelchair, sucking an 87-year-old cock.

Un ingénieur sûr de lui se fait piéger par une secrétaire perverse


Mon nom est en Henri D., je suis ingénieur dans l'IT et jusqu'à ce fameux jour alors que je dirigeais un département de 40 permisternes de notre bureau à Kiev depuis 6 mois, j'avais une activité sexuelle plutôt soft (coincé diraient certains lecteurs) avec mon épouse auquel j’étais on ne peut plus fidèle et cela me satisfaisait pleinement.


Un soir que je travaillais passé 19h, toque à ma porte et rentre sans attendre ma réponse la secrétaire du directeur financier, Irina. Mis à part ses fesses que je trouvais un peu grosses, il fallait bien avouer que ce qu'elle laissait voir était très plaisant: 1m80, de fines jambes, un visage splendide avec de longs cheveux lisses châtains et probablement des seins généreux sans être trop gros.

Elle me dit (en anglais car contrairement à ma secrétaire, elle ne parlait pas le français):
"J'ai vu que dans le bus qui nous prends à la station de métro tu remplis souvent des Sudokus. Es-tu doué à ce jeu?".
"Je me défend pas trop mal" lui dis-je. En fait, je ne faisais que les plus difficiles et rares étaient ceux qui me résistaient.
- "Que penses-tu dès lors d'un petit affrontement?" me dit Irina.
- "A celui qui remplit la grille le plus vite?" demandais-je avec étonnement.
- "Oui". Puis elle me regarde et avec un petit sourire et rajoute "Maintenant, on peut aussi ajouter un enjeu pour voir si tu es aussi bon sous la pression".
Là une misternette d'alarme avait retenti et je pense que mon sexe avait également frémis. Je me demande à quoi elle pense et me dit que cela ne coûte rien de misterder.
- "A quel genre d'enjeu, penses-tu?"
- "Je propose que chacun écrit sur un bout de papier, un gage que l'autre devra réaliser si il rempli sa grille en dernier".
- "Quel genre de gage?"
- "Ce qu'on veut. Maintenant on peut mettre une certaine graduation en fonction de l'importance de la victoire. Je propose un gage soft en cas de victoire simple, un gage plus osé si l'autre finit sa grille plus de 3 minutes après l'autre et un gage hot si il finit plus de 10 minutes après l'autre".
Là c'était clair qu'elle m'entrainait en terrain vraiment glissant. Mais au lieu de lui répondre simplement "Je ne joue pas à ce genre de jeu", je lui répondis:
- "Désolé mais je n'ai pas le temps."
- "Tu as peur de perdre à ce que je vois."
- "Mais non pas du tout" lui répondis-je.
- "Alors prouve-le" dit-elle. "Il n'y a pas de piège. Je te laisse choisir une grille compliquée sur un site et pour être sûre que les gages mistert à niveau, celui qui perd devra si l'autre le désire également exécuter tous les gages de sa liste en fonction du type de victoire.
Que risques-tu si tu te débrouille bien comme tu le dis?"
Et là je commence à me dire qu'en sélectionnant une grille difficile que je résous généralement en 10-15 minutes plutôt qu'une diabolique (15-30 minutes), je ne prends pas vraiment de risque et je lui réponds : "Soit tu l'auras cherché".
Elle me regarde alors avec un grand sourire que je perçois comme coquin, et me dit "Ecrit tes 3 gages".
Très vite je pense à écrire un strip-tease et comme je me rappelle que si je perds je dois potentiellement exécuter le mien, je décide un strip-tease en gardant ses sous-vêtements pour le niveau 2 et la totale pour le niveau 3 (étant persuadé de ne pas prendre 10 minutes de retard). Pour le niveau 1, je demande un massage d'1/4h que je lui demanderai pendant que je finirai mon boulot.
Je vais alors sur un site qui génère des grilles et choisis une difficile et lance deux impressions. Là devinant que je n'ai pas pris le niveau le plus compliquer, elle me demande: "Pourquoi ne prend-tu pas ce niveau?"
Je lui répons alors que cela prendrais trop de temps. Elle me dit alors OK pour ce niveau mais on réduit les temps pour les niveaux à 2 minutes et 5 minutes de différence. "OK pour 2:30 et 8 minutes" lui répondis-je sûre de ma victoire.
"Voilà, je note que l'on commence à 19:23:00".

Et à 19:35:08, je déclare fièrement: "J’ai finis en 1er", le tout en jubilant et je note l'heure sur le papier
- "Si tu as vraiment fini retourne ta grille et STP ne regarde pas ma grille" dit-elle en râlant. Elle était pas mal avancée mais n'était pas non plus tout près d'avoir finie. Je me dis alors un massage pour moi et même peut-être bien un strip-tease de cette petite arrogante. A cette idée mon sexe part directement au quart de tour et je ne puis m'empêcher d'essayer de le déplacer à l'intérieur de mon caleçon ce que réalise Irina et qui voit au passage la bosse en train de se former. Je l'entends râler de plus belle mais peu après elle déclare qu'elle a également finit. J'étais néanmoins aux anges, il était 19:37:51. Elle avait mis près de 15 minutes et moi 12.
- "Tu vas maintenant devoir réaliser tes gages. Surtout ne te défile pas" dis-je.
- "C'est bon je reconnais ta victoire, tu as assez doué à ce jeu".
- "Je luis dis alors montre moi ta liste de gages" et je me dis qu'avec un peu de chance elle a été plus loin que moi et qu'elle pourrait le regretter. Mon imagination prenant le dessus, mon sexe se raidit à faire mal alors que surgit l’image d’une fellation où je me viderais dans sa bouche (ma femme n’avale pas) tout en la maitrisant par les cheveux. La réalité fut moindre mais je découvris avec plaisir qu'au niveau 1, elle a écrit la main sur le sexe, au niveau 2 un strip-tease intégral et au niveau 3, un strip-tease les yeux bandés l'autre ayant droit à des mains très baladeuses.
- "Excellent." lui dis-je "Comme tu as été plus loin que moi, je vais te demander d'exécuter tes gages de niveau 1 et 2".
"Commençons tout de suite pat le 1", lui dis-je tout en espérant qu'elle mouillait bien d'excitation et en me disant qu'au passage je luis mettrait mon index au plus profond de sa chatte de la perverse qu'elle était.
Me voyant approcher ma main, elle me dit :
- "Un instant, je veux que tu fasses cela délicatement" et elle dégrafât alors les boutons de mister jeans et j'aperçu alors mister string avec une bonne tache d’humidité et je sentis même un léger fumet.
- "Un instant" me dit-elle à nouveau.
- "Ne fais pas l'effarouchée comme ça." lui dis-je. "Tu as joué un jeu coquin, tu as perdu. Il faut maintenant que tu assumes mais comme je pense que tu es une vrai salope je ne pense pas que cela doit te déranger tant que cela." m'entends-je dire surpris moi-même par les mots crus que j'utilise qui ne mistert pas du tout dans mes habitudes.

I'm sitting on a couch watching a porn video. A blonde with a tanned, tight body and large breasts is on her knees with a dick in her mouth. She slowly bobs her head back and forth on the massive cock in her mouth. Another man on her left rubs his long semi-erect cock against her check and one on her right strokes his thick, rock hard erection just inches from her face. The little whore goes from cock to cock with glee enjoying the massive dick being shoved down her throat. I've watched videos like this before but they've never turned me on this much because I'm not thinking about what it feels like for the guys getting sucked. This time I'm thinking about what it must be like to have that dick in you mouth. I'm thinking about the dick I just had in mine a couple hours ago.

Just a few hours ago I was driving home to my wife after a business trip when I picked up a hitchhiker. It turned out that this guy had been left out there by his slave who was supposed to suck him off. He whipped out his dick as he told me about it and then proceeded to tell me about how much I wanted his cock. At first I was offended, but the combination of his large hard cock and what he said did turn me on. I was overwhelmed by curiosity and lust. I ended up sucking the guy's dick on the side of the road and became his new slave. He took me home promising me another chance to suck his dick.

My master sits beside me on his couch, still in his blue sweat shorts and tight tank top. He rubs the large bulge in his shorts and looks at me as I watch the movie. He looks at the hard erection that's straining the crotch of my pants.

"You ready to suck my dick again, slave?" my Master said.

I turned towards and said "yes" with an enthusiastic smile.

"I want you to take off all you clothes, cock whore," he commanded.

I immediately stood up and feverishly unbuttoned my shirt and threw it off. I pulled my under shirt over my head while unbuckling my pants. My clothes flew everywhere as I frantically undressed. My cock was throbbing, I had to have his dick in my mouth now. I stripped down to my briefs and then realized I had never been naked in front of another man. It hit me for a second just how far I was going.

But it was only for a second and then the pulsing of my erection made me not care. I wanted to be naked in front of my master. Having his cock was the only thing I cared about. So I frantically slide my shorts down and tossed them aside, exposing my naked erection to my Master. I fell down to my knees immediately. I was completely naked on my knees in front of another man. It felt great.

My Master walked up to me and quickly took off his tank top exposing his ripped chest and slid off his shorts, exposing the massive monster inside. His dick was so big, so hard, so powerful. He held his hard cock firmly in his hand as he stood there naked in front of me.

"You want my dick cocksucker?" he shouted.

"Yes Master!" I yelled.

"Put your hands behind your back and keep them there" he commanded.

I obeyed, locking my hands together behind my back. He harshly grabbed my head and held it still, his dick only inches from my face. I opened my mouth and prepared to receive my Master's cock.

Suddenly, his hard cock thrust itself into my warm, hungry mouth. He gyrated his hips while holding my head still and thrust his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth.

"Yeah! Take your Master's cock, you filthy little whore! Take it in your cocksucker mouth!" he yelled as he slammed his dick into my mouth over and over again

It felt so good for him to use my mouth like the cock slut I am, on my knees with a dick hammering away at my pussy mouth.

Suddenly he shoves his long, hard shaft all the way in my mouth. I feel his giant balls pressed against my chin. He holds it there as it fills my mouth and throat, obligation out all the air.

"Gahhhh!" I gag loudly as my Master holds my face in place powering me to take his full length.

As suddenly as it went in, he pulls it completely out. It flies out of my open mouth with streams of saliva attached to it and saliva exploding out of my mouth. The saliva splatters all over my face and chest. I gasp for air. I smile a little realizing just how much of a slut I had become.

Suddenly his hand pulls my head as he walks into his bedroom, dragging me along as I rush to get to my feet to follow him. He enters the room dragging me with him and violently;throws me down on his large, king-size bed. I bounce on the bed a little as my back lands on the center of it's width.

My Master jumps on the bed and quickly positioned himself behind me. My head is in between his muscular, naked thighs. His massive balls rest on my forehead as he strokes his long, hard erection just above my mouth. He grabs my throat and holds me down. I open my mouth, ready to receive him again

Using his hand he points his hard dick down and slides it into my open mouth and down my throat. He proceeded to gyrate back and forth shoving his dick deeper and deeper down my throat. So I lay there, helpless, as this man violently ***** my mouth. I just lay there on my back, very still, as his dick shoves itself inside me.

I keep thinking to myself: "I am your pussy! My mouth is your pussy!" Over and over. I loved it. I wanted him to use me. I wanted him to fuck my face hard and **** my mouth. I loved being his slut, his pussy, his cock whore. I loved every second of it.

Suddenly he stops and his dick pulls out of my mouth. More saliva flies out.

"Get on your belly now, whore!" he commands as he slides off the bed and stands up.

I quickly roll over with my hands still locked together behind my back. My Master grabs me by my arm pits and pulls me forward until my head is dangling over the edge of the bed. He grabs both sides of my head and holds it straight, looking at his crotch.

I open my mouth again and his cock is rammed down my throat. He violently fucks my face hard gyrating his hips like mad, shoving his cock deeper and deeper into my throat. I keep gagging and he keeps shoving it in, yelling "Take my dick cocksucker!" over and over. He truly had turned my warm cocksucker mouth into his pussy and me into his helpless whore.

Again he pulls out, leaving me gasping for air again, covered in my own saliva. I loved being used. I had never so turned on in my whole life. My cock throbbed like crazy.

"You want my dick in your ass cock slave?" he asked.

"Yes!" I said without thinking. I didn't care how I got his cock just as long as I got it. He could've have done anything to me at that point and I wouldn't have cared.

"Get on all fours like the slut you are," he commanded and I obeyed.

He climbed on the bed and got behind me. Suddenly I could feel his finger inside me. His finger was shoved up my asshole. It startled me, but it felt good.

"You like that, slave? You like things in your ass?"

"Yes, Master."

His finger went back in forth in my ass and my dick throbbed more and more.

"Do you want my big hard cock up your ass, slave?"

"Yes, Master!"

He finger fucked my ass faster and faster, it felt so damn good.

"You want me inside you, slave?"

"Yes, Master, I want you inside me! I want you to cum inside me!"

Suddenly I could feel his massive hard dick shoving itself into my ass. I could feel his long hard cock stretching my ass, filling me. I groaned in pain at first, then in pleasure. My master leaned his hot, muscular body over me and pressed himself against my back. I felt his hand wrap around my hard erection. My cock jumped in pleasure.

As his rock hard dick went back and forth inside me, his hand stroked up and down my hard shaft. We both let out loud moans of pleasure. I could feel his cock throbbing in my ass as mine throbbed in his hand.

Suddenly I could feel him shooting into my ass and as my own cock shot streams of cum all over the bed sheets. We both let out yells of pleasure as we came. My Master filled my ass with stream after stream of his warm cum, long after all my cum was sitting in puddles on his bed. Stream after stream blasted inside me. It was fantastic. He pulled his cock out and whipped the last drops of cum on his slave's bare ass. I collapsed unto the cum covered bed and laid in my own cum. My ass was sore and so was my jaw, but I felt great. I rolled around in my own man juices as I felt my Master's cum in my ass. I was such a dirty, filthy whore. It was fantastic.

My Master let me clean up in his bathroom and he asked me who I was. I told him. I mentioned I was married and that what got me curious about cock in the first place was my wife urging me to do a three-way with another guy. I told him at first I wanted to do this as a "test run" for a three-way but it went far beyond that. I really did become his slave.

My Master told me that I would have a three-way with him and my wife. The idea boggled my mind. I had to do it. He gave me his number and I would call him later to arrange it. So I left my Master knowing that next time I see him, I would be sucking his dick in front of my wife. Nothing could turn me on more.

I walked into the house and saw my wife at the kitchen table checking her small duffel bag. She was wearing a short, tight one-piece green dress that showed off her figure perfectly. I could see the hard nipples on her large breasts through the dress. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. As she bent over to check her bag, her tight dress raised up and I could see the bottom of her round, supple bare ass. She wasn't wearing panties either. I smiled.

"The car's warming up, dear," I said.

"Good, it looks like I'm ready to go," she said as she zipped her little bag shut.

As we walked out the door I asked her what was in the bag. She just smiled and said it would be a surprise.

And so we got in the car and took off. We were on our way to our first three-way. As I drove my wife constantly readjusted her short skirt and had this strange smile on her face. She seemed very excited and maybe a little nervous.

So was I, but I was more nervous than anything. I met this guy who was hitchhiking a couple weeks ago and he offered to do a three-way with us. I talked about it with my wife and she was very excited about it. She has wanted to see me penetrated for a long time. It's a long-time fantasy of hers. She's always been dirty like that. So I called the guy back and arranged a time for us to come over.

The thing is, I didn't tell her everything that happened when I met this guy and he doesn't seem like the type to keep quiet. If he told her how we really met, it would be disastrous. But it was too late to change my mind now. Once I mentioned the three-way to her she was dead set on it. No excuse I can think of could get me out of this now.

Suddenly my wife breaks the silence of the ride.

"I'm looking forward to meeting your friend, he seems like a nice guy. He called me yesterday."

"What?" I blurted out in shock. "What did he say?"

"Not much. He just had a few suggestion on how to make it more fun," she says holding up her bag while smiling.

I laugh, trying to hide my nervousness. At least he didn't tell her over the phone. Maybe he really will keep our secret when I get there. I still a little uneasy. I can't even imagine what HE would want in the bag.

We finally get there and I pull into his driveway. We get out and walk to the door. He instructed me to go ahead and walk in, so we open the door and proceed.

"We're here!" I yell as me and my wife scan his unextraordinary living room.

He walks out of his bedroom wearing only the blue sweat shorts he wore when I originally met him. His ripped chest and large muscular legs and arms are on full display, not to mention the massive, hard erection bulging in his shorts. Clearly, he was once again wearing no underwear. My wife smiled as she examined him head to toe with her eyes. I noticed her eyes lingered at his erection. So did mine, but I tried not to show it.

"She's as fine as you said she was," he said with a smile.

My wife walked over to small table and put her bag down. Her breasts jiggled and her dress stretched tighter across her ass with every movement. He was watching ever second of it, with a big grin on his face. My wife looked right back at him and smiled seductively.

He then looked at me and smiled even bigger.

"Let's get this started right. Take off you clothes now," he commanded.

I quickly threw my t-shirt off and pulled my pants and underwear off together. In less than a minute I was completely naked with my hard erection exposed. I didn't even stop to think if this would make me seem too eager to my wife. I was just thinking about that big bulge in his sweat shorts.

"Put your hands behind your back and keep them there. Get on your knees, you're going to suck my dick."

I obeyed and quickly fell to my knees, hands behind my back. I could see my wife rubbing herself under her dress out of the corner of my eye.

He walked up to me until his crotch was only inches from my face. He then pulled down his shorts and revealed his massive, hard naked cock. He gripped it firmly in his hand, just inches from my face. I couldn't take my eyes off his massive head.

"Suck my dick now," he commanded.

He didn't have to tell me twice. My lips immediately wrapped around his head and slid down his long, hard shaft. I took as much in as I could until I gagged. Then I began to rapidly bob my head back forth rapidly on his monstrous cock.

"I knew you would love that dick in your mouth," he said. I was just hoping he wouldn't say why.

I heard a buzzing noise and glanced over at my wife as I continued to suck dick. She was now completely naked with a working vibrator in her hand. She was teasing her pussy with it while playing with her soft, supple breasts. I could hear her moan over the vibrator. She stuck it inside herself and began to pump her pussy with the long, hard machine.

Then I felt two strong hands grab both sides of my face, holding it in place with the dick still in my mouth. Suddenly he began to pump my mouth, fast and hard. I hear my wife groaning loudly off to the side but I don't bother looking. I'm just concentrating on this glorious hard cock that's getting shoved in and out of my warm, hungry mouth.

As he continues to fuck my face he says, "You like that don't you, you little cock sucking whore? You enjoy sucking me off even more than when we first met."

Suddenly my eyes open and I try to pull away and say something. But his hands are holding my head in place as his dick continues to pump my mouth. I try to say something but it just comes out as a loud muffled mumble with the dick in my mouth.

"Keep sucking, whore." he said as he turned to my wife, who put down her vibrator down. I couldn't tell what the expression on her face was.

"I guess he didn't tell you what a cock whore he is. When we first met, he ended up sucking me off on the side of road right through his car window. I took him home and wore out his mouth and ass. He loved every minute of it."

So now it was out. My wife knew that this man was my Master.

He pulled his dick out of my mouth and my saliva exploded everywhere. He held my head with one hand and his hard cock with the other. I could finally speak but I wasn't sure if I wanted to. I just kept looking at that big head dripping with my saliva. It was being held a couple inches from my lips. I couldn't help it.

"You're my cock slave? Isn't that right, cocksucker?" I should've been thinking about my wife but I just couldn't at that point. I had spent the last seven days longing for my Master's cock in my mouth. It was just inches from my lips. I had to have it. I had to have his cock in me or I would die.

"Yes...Master." I said looking up at his smiling face.

He shoved his dick back into my mouth and continued pumping my face. It felt good to have my Master's cock in my mouth again.

"Your husband's my dick-sucking cock slave. You okay with that?" my Master asked my wife.

I opened my eyes as my Master kept pumping my face. My wife walked up to us. She stopped behind me and stood there.

"No, let go of my husband." she said sternly.

My Master let go of my head and pulled his cock out of my mouth. I just sat there on my knees for a second waiting to see what would happen.

Suddenly my head was grabbed from behind and shoved forward. I opened my mouth and my master's length shot down my throat. I gagged.

"No one uses my husband but me!" she said as she pulled my head back. It was her hand on the back of my head!

"Suck his dick you no good whore!" she yelled as she fell to her knees and proceeded to power my head back and forth on my Master's cock.

"Take it, you filthy cocksucker! Take his cock in your mouth like the slut you are!" She yelled.

She rapidly pushed and pulled my head powering me to suck dick faster and deeper. I kept gagging but she just kept pushing, calling me filthy names. She was in total control of me, powering me to shove a dick down my throat. She loved it. I could hear her moan in between the dirty things she yelled at me.

Then my Master pulled out of my mouth. His wet hard dick hung there. My wife looked at it and smiled.

"You want to get fucked by a real man?" he said.

My wife pulled the back of my head down to the floor. I still had my hands behind my back, the good little whore that I am.

"Stay there and don't move," she commanded as she stood up.

I obeyed, laying there flat on my back.

We were right beside my Master's couch. So she laid her naked back on the couch and spread her legs. My Master got on the couch and began to fondle my wife's large, soft breasts. She moaned with pleasure. He licked her hard nipples and she moaned even louder.

"Yes," she moaned as he worked her nipples.

Then she let out a loud, long moan. I couldn't see my Master's cock from the angle I was laying but, from the sound my wife was making and the movement he was making, I could tell he was penetrating her.

Then his hips began to gyrate in quick, hard thrusts. He was hammering here pussy hard. Thrust after thrust, she yelled in ecstasy.

"Fuck me! Yes, fuck me!" she yelled as my Master's jack hammer of flesh pounded deep inside her.

"Fuck me! Oh God yes!"

I laid on my back watching this other man fuck my wife. I was completely helpless as he fucked the hell out of her. It turned me on so much. I could feel my cock throb. I wanted to touch it so bad but I couldn't move my hands from behind my back. I couldn't disobey.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she yelled as my Master groaned loudly. I could tell he was cumming inside her. Another man is cumming inside my wife as I just lay here and watch. I had never been so turned on in my whole life.

They both get up but then she throws herself down on top of my chest, her thighs on either side of my face. She grabbed my face and shoved it into her pussy.

"Lick it out, whore!" she yells as she holds my face against her crotch.

I ate her out wildly. She moaned loudly. The smell of her pussy was overwhelming. I could taste both her and my master. It was delicious.

She then throws my head down and gets up. She walks over to her bag and pulls something out. Her back is turned to me so I can't see exactly what it is. It looks likes she is putting on some sort of weird leather panties. She turns around and I see a large rubber dick hanging from her crotch. It's a strap-on!

She walks over and grabs my hair, pulling me up to the position I was at on my knees. She holds my head in place with one hand and grabs her large fake dick with the other. She brushes it up against my right cheek.

"You want it, bitch?" she yells slapping my cheek hard with her dick.

"Yes, Mistress." I reply.

My Master sits back on the couch and watches. Out of the corner of my eye I can see him stroking himself.

"You want me to use you, you filthy slut?" she yells, slapping my other cheek.

"Yes, Mistress. I am yours!" I respond.

"Then open up and take this, bitch!" she yells as she shoves her rubber dick into my mouth.

It tastes a little like new plastic but I don't care. I'm on my knee with my wife about to face fuck me and my Master watching. It doesn't get any better.

She feeds it to me little by little, giving me more and more of her dick with each thrusting of her hips.

"I'm fucking your pussy mouth, whore! You like it?" she screams while wildly thrusting her whole body, jamming her dick down my throat.

"Gahhh! Gah! Gahhhhh!" I fetish as she merciless fucks my mouth. She shoves it in so hard and so deep, I can't help but gag.

"Take it you worthless whore!" she puts it all the way in, my face pressed against her body. She holds it.

"Gahhhhhh!" I fetish.

She pulls it out. Saliva explodes all over my face and I gasp for air. My God, she really had used me like a whore! My own wife! It was incredible.

She holds it in front of me. I look up at her, panting. I'm at her mercy wondering what she'll do to me next. She looks down at me, expressionless.

"Get on your hands and knees now! On all fours like an natural!" she says shoving my head down.

I obey. I get on my hands and knees, bent over on the floor. She walks behind me towards her bag. My Master sits on the couch masturbating his dick, now rock hard again.

I suddenly feel a wet finger up my ass. I jump a little. She fingers it hard, adding additional fingers quickly. I moan a little.

"You like that don't you? This is all your good for isn't it, meat-hole? You're here to be fucked and used for our pleasure." she says.

"Yes Mistress! Use my ass!" I yell more ready now for than ever.

"Ahh!" I whimper as her rubber dick enters my ass. Slowly, slowly my wife penetrates me.

As she inches her dick inside me she says, "A wife fucking her husband, an unnatural act that can only happen if the guy is a bigger pussy than the girl."

I yell in both pain and pleasure."Yes, I am your pussy!"

"You like it in your ass you nasty, filthy whore? You like being fucked like a girl?" she barks out.

"Yes, Mistress fuck my ass!" I yell as I start to gyrate my ass up and down her fake dick.

We both groan as I feel it moves inside me. I felt more like a whore now than I ever had before. Then I noticed my Master was in front of me holding his thick, hard fuck tool.

"You mind if I use the whore's mouth?" he asks.

"Make him fetish on it" she says.

I open my mouth, ready to serve my Master. He shoves it in. So big. So hard. It goes so deeps down my throat. I gag as he holds my head in place.

He pulls back out and does it again Pounding my mouth, just like he did my wife's pussy. I can still taste her on his dick. As he does this, my wife jams her strap-on deep into my ass, with a harsh grunt each time.

"I think our whore is enjoying himself," my Master says.

"Would you like to take over his ass? I've loosened it up for you." she asks, pulling her fake dick all the way out of my ass.

"Of course, you don't mind me being inside your husband?" my Master asks while walking towards my ass.

"If that's what he's really good for." my wife says with a smile, moving to my front.

I felt him entering my ass, his thick dick stretching me even wider than the strap-on. I groaned. My wife shoved her rubber dick into my gasping mouth, pressing it up against the inside of my cheek.

"Uhhh," I mumble with a full mouth.

She then proceeded to fuck my pussy mouth as my Master resumed the pounding of my ass. Fucked from both ends on my hands and knees. What an absolute whore I had become. I was heaven.

"You like it in your ass don't you, bitch?" my Master yelled as he thrust deeper and deeper inside me, fucking my ass mercilessly.

"Take it in your mouth, cocksucker!" my wife yelled as she used my mouth.

"You like being fucked with a real man's dick don't you? Just like your wife, she loved the feeling of a real man's cock inside her!" my Master yelled.

"Yeah he's so much bigger and more powerful than you are. Your little dick is worthless! Your just good for being fucked like a little bitch!" my wife yelled pulling her dick out of my mouth and slapping me with it.

"Yes Mistress! Yes Master! I am your pussy!" I yelled in pleasure as my ass continued to be fucked.

My Master pulled out of me, grabbed my head, and pulled it to his cock. He stroked his dick wildly and, with a loud yell, shot his load all over my face. It was a massive spray of cum that covered most of my face. It oozed over me. I licked my lips to taste a little of it.

My Master sat down on the coach, as did my wife. They were breathing hard, their naked bodies' glistening with sweat. I just sat their on my knees and enjoyed the feeling of fresh cum dripping down my face.

My wife told me to get cleaned up and I did. We all got dressed. Before we left, she and my Master talked. They were working out ways of how they could regularly use me, both together and apart.

Over the next few years I became a whore for both my Master and my Mistress. My mouth and my ass were worn out on a regular basis. It was a wonderful life, being a filthy little cocksucker always on my knees.