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"Come here, honey," Pam instructed. Her tone was that of a ****** patiently teaching a ***** a new task. "Lick your cum from my breasts."

Eagerly, Steve sat forward, took her breasts into his hands and began licking his cum from them.

"You love your black cock whore don't you, honey?" she asked.

"Yes, I love my black cock whore more than anything in the world," answered Steve as he finished licking his cum from one breast and moved to the next.

"And I love you, too. More than anything in the world, honey. I love how devoted you are to my happiness. I love how devoted you are to my need for black cock," Pam declared. Wrapping her arms around his head, she pulled him tightly against her breasts in the most loving and tender way she knew.

The light outside the kitchen windows was almost blinding as the rising sun cleared the treetops and filled the kitchen with light the following morning. The cacophony of bird song from the trees near the house could be heard faintly through the double paned windows and over the hiss of the air conditioning. The kitchen smelled of toasted bagel. Steve sat by the kitchen island dressed for work in dress slacks, dress shirt, and no tie. Sitting on a stool leaning his elbows onto the granite countertop of the island, he stared at his laptop that was displaying a spreadsheet containing an array of computing cycle stats, unit cost, and generated revenue from various clients of his firm. By that afternoon, he needed to be prepared to defend a new proposal of his before the executive review board.

Beside his laptop lay his half-eaten bagel and an almost-empty glass of orange juice. Reaching for the glass to finish off the juice, he saw Pam walking down the stairs in a bathrobe and a towel piled on her head from just having washed her hair. Her short pink bathrobe was cut above the knee leaving her sexy legs and bare feet exposed. She had just painted her toe nails and wore the toe ring that so inexplicably excited Steve. She also faithfully wore on her left ankle the anklet from which hung the heart-shaped BBC pendent Steve had bought for her after she had taken Rock as her Bull last year. Reaching the kitchen island, she walked toward Steve with a sexy swing to her wide hips and leaned over to give him a kiss.

"Is everything OK, honey?" Steve asked after the kiss. "You're moving a little more slowly than normal."

Steve knew the answer, of course. He had had the pleasure of watching Rock ram his 11-inch thick black cock balls-deep in her ass repeatedly the evening before. He just wanted to tease the answer from her so he could hear her say it out loud to remind him of the spectacular evening.

"Yes. I'm just a little sore. Having Rock take my ass for so long and so hard last night put a hurting on me. If he wants to take my ass in the next couple of days, I might have to beg him to take a raincheck. Although I love the feeling of him nutting in my ass and I love feeding you his asspie, there's only so much a girl can take." Pam explained sultrily with a sly smile and a wink.

"How late will you be getting home this evening?" asked Steve.

"I'm showing a house at 4:30. I should be able to make it in by 6:00."

"Cool. I was hoping you wouldn't be too late. If you're up for it, I want to continue our discussion from last night."

Hearing this, Pam's immediate reaction was that Steve was having second thoughts about her having Rock's baby. Steve immediately detected the worry that transferred to her face.

"Don't worry," continued Steve. "I haven't changed my mind. Far from it. I just know how worked up and aroused I get when we talk about you taking black cock. In fact, my arousal last night was over the top. I couldn't have been in the clearest state of mind. I'm only thinking that we need to talk this through rationally when we're both a little less aroused."

"My thoughts exactly." replied Pam as she sliced a bagel and put it in the toaster. "Let's just hope that we don't first get sidetracked by another bought of lust before we get a chance talk seriously," Pam continued playfully.

Looking at his laptop, Pam said, "You must have a big day at work. You don't study work like this at the breakfast table, otherwise."

"Yep. Got to defend the numbers behind my proposal against some jackass egomaniacs all trying to make a name for themselves. Story of my life," responded Steve sarcastically.

"Well, knock 'em dead for the both of us," said Pam.

With her bagel now toasting, she walked over to Steve. Putting her chin on his right shoulder, she pressed her breasts against his back and placed her right hand on his package between his legs. "If you need any inspiration, just think about me with my Bull." whispered Pam into his ear.

As expected, Pam felt Steve's dick immediately spring to life through his pants.

"Damn it", he said jokingly. "I'm trying to focus on work."

Pam smiled contentedly. She loved how quickly she could excite her husband with talk about her black Bull.

The desk in Steve's office at work was well organized and clear of unnecessary clutter. On the desk sat only a monitor, wireless keyboard, wireless mouse, a notepad, and a phone. Through the glass walls of his corner office, his administrative assistant and the occupants of the nearby cubicles could see a victorious smile pasted wide across his face. As he had hoped, the proposal he put before to the board that afternoon was accepted resoundingly. He had proposed to branch out into other lines of business and market the backoffice computing services his firm supplied to other sectors of the economy. If he pulled this off successfully, he could be looking at a bonus in the high 6-figure range this year. Steve was damn good at his job. He knew it. Pam also knew it and deeply admired him for his skill and abilities.

Having finally made his way through all the notes that his administrative assistant had left for him while he was in the board meeting, he was beginning to clear out his email inbox when he felt his phone vibrate. From the unique pulse of the vibration, he knew had just received a text message. Pulling his smart phone from its belt clip, his heart rate immediately quickened when he realized it was from Rock.

"horizons park 8pm" stated Rock's text message.

Reading the message, Steve's heart now pounded with excitement. He keyed "OK" in response and hit the send button. Immediately after hitting 'send', he pulled up Pam's number and quickly texted: "can u call me in 5? heard from Rock". After a few seconds, his smartphone buzzed again with the incoming text from Pam, "yes," she replied. Saving and closing out his open files, Steve locked the screen on his PC and headed out of his office to the parking deck.

"Be back in 20 minutes," Steve said to Nancy, his dour administrative assistant.

"Very well," said Nancy.

Walking past row after row of cubicles, he reached the elevator and hit the 'P' button for the parking deck. When he needed to conduct private personal business, he always used the utility room in the parking deck near his reserved parking slot. It was safe since it was only used by the night maintenance crew. Better yet, he could lock the door from inside. Reaching the parking deck, he exited the elevator and started walking toward the utility room.

As he walked, he reflected on how fortunate he was that his wife's Bull still involved him in arranging most of his dates with his wife. Rock had every right to take Pam where, when, and how he chose as Pam and he had committed to him last year. Wishfully thinking, Steve briefly considered the possibility that Rock was being magnanimous in allowing him to participate in arranging her dates. More likely, though, Rock involved Steve simply to exercise his control over him. Rock was 100% thug. If he were anything but, he could not make Pam's pussy cream at the thought of him as he did. Either way, through magnanimity or control, Steve loved it.

Entering the parking deck utility room, Steve pulled the door shut, locked it, and put his bluetooth ear piece in his ear to receive Pam's call. As he waited, he pulled up on his phone a photo set of pics he had made from Rock and Pam's last fuck date at Horizon's Park. Thumbing through the set of photos, his dick began to rise at the sight of the massive black Rock having his way with his beautiful blonde wife. Just as he unzipped his pants to stroke his dick, his phone buzzed. Pressing the receive button on the phone, he answered into his ear piece, "Hello." It was Pam.

"Hey, honey. How are you?" asked Pam.

"Great. Couldn't be better. The board accepted my proposal and then Rock texted me. It's a wonderful day. How are you? Where are you?"

"I'm OK. The buyers of a property I've had on the market for months are now having problems with securing a mortgage from their lender. I'm rushing back to the office now to fax in some last-minute documentation in effort to save the deal." answered Pam still obviously in business-mode.

"Rock wants to see you at 8 o'clock at Horizon's park. It sounds like you're having a rough day, though. Do you think you're going to be able to make it? Do you want me to ask Rock if he can hold off until tomorrow?"

"No way," replied Pam now obviously transitioning into her more private personal mode with her husband. "My pussy has been wet since you mentioned that you'd heard from Rock."

"Do you remember how ******** he fucked you the last time we met him there?"

"Yes, I do," purred Pam sexily. "He got all thug on me and really gave it to me. Do you remember how sexy I told you it made me feel for Rock to take me so hard right there in the park?"

"Yes, and I'm looking at the pics right now to refresh my memory."

"I see. Where are you?" asked Pam.

"In the parking deck utility room," answered Steve.

"Uhm Hmm," replied Pam knowingly. "Do you need me to help you out?"

"Yes, I've got to get back up to the office in a few minutes. I need your help getting my rocks off so I can clear my mind of you and your Bull. I need to clear my mind of you guys so I can concentrate on work for another couple of hours."

"Do you have the closeup you shot from underneath me as Rock stretched my tight white pussy with his massive black cock?" asked Pam bewitchingly.

"Yes, that's the exact one I have up. You know how much I love beating off to it"

"Yes, I do. Zoom in tight," directed Pam. "Do you see how deep inside my pussy he had that 11-inch thick hard black cock? Do you know how good his cock felt inside me, honey?"

"I can't image," answered Steve. "You must have been in heaven."

Standing in the dimly lit parking deck utility room looking at Rock and Pam's fuck pic on his smart phone in his left hand, Steve pumped his dick wildly with his right hand as he listened to his sexy wife's voice through his ear piece.

"Yes, I was in heaven. I felt so full. I felt so woman. I felt so powerful. Better yet, I had you, my soulmate, there watching and sharing in my pleasure."

"Uuuhhhmm," Steve moaned as he continued pumping his dick.

"Do you remember how right after you took that shot Rock exploded in my married white pussy and pumped me full of his thick hot black seed?" whispered Pam in the phone.

That was all it took. Steve crossed over the edge into a powerful climax.

"Arrrgghh!!" he cried out as he streaked the the cinderblock wall of the utility room with spurt after spurt of his semen.

"Thanks, honey. That was great. I love you," Steve said as he put his dick back in his pants and zipped up.

"Anytime, honey. I love you, too," replied Pam. "Look, with this last-minute paperwork I've got to fax in, my last showing for the day will be delayed a bit. I'm going to be later than expected. I need your help getting ready for my fuck date with Rock if you don't mind."

It was shortly after 6pm. The temperature was 92 ℉. It had been hot as hell all afternoon with no apparent relief in sight. On top of that, the relative humidity was at 90%. Combining the heat and humidity of this July evening, most found the simple act of breathing arduous. Furthermore, a harsh glare from the sun cut through the palpably thick air to bring a squint to every naked eye. In short, conditions were freakin' wretched for any living creature exposed to the elements.

Despite the insufferable conditions, Pam sat in relative comfort in her cherry-red E350 Mercedes Cabriolet. With the air conditioning blasting on high, thin wisps of her beautiful blonde hair danced titillatingly by her temples in the blast of cold air. Comfortably containing the harsh glare from the sun were a combination of her car's lightly tinted windows and her chic wrap-around mirrored shades. If only her car wheels were turning, all would be well. As was too-often the case, she had been stuck in stop-and-go traffic on the 540 beltway for the last 15 minutes.

Sitting patiently in the gridlocked traffic, Pam wore her hair pulled up in a bun as she often did for work to project a professional realtor image. Although projecting professionalism, Pam oozed sexuality as evidenced by the hard dicks with which she left any ********** man who had a chance to check her out in the gridlocked traffic. Accentuating every sensual curve of her body, she wore a tight gray skirt cut just above the knees and a tight lavender blouse opened at the top to display ample cleavage. Drawing attention to her sexy ankles and toes, she wore 3-inch heeled dress sandals with criss-cross ankle straps.

If it weren't for the luck Pam had had that afternoon with pushing through the paperwork to close on the house she had on the market for months, patience would long be past. As she reached the tail-end of the wave of elation from just having bagged a $20k commission on the property she sold, she looked at the clock on the console. "Fuck!!" she said over her breath as she realized the time. It was getting late. She absolutely had to get home to get ready for her date with Rock. By now, her pussy was decidedly aching to be filled by her Bull.

As she'd asked Steve earlier in the afternoon, she would need his help to make it on time. Although she had 'warned' Steve of her need, she knew without a doubt that her husband relished the opportunity to assist her with preparing for her black cock dates. In fact, he would beg to do so if not asked. This proclivity of his was yet another of the myriad aspects of their cuckold relationship that was much more intimate and endearing than just the physical act of fucking. By pressing a button on steering wheel, Pam activated the car phone and dialed his number as the traffic again began to creep slowly ahead.

"Where are you, honey? You're late," asked Steve as he answered her call. He wasn't upset, but obviously distressed. He, too, wanted to have Pam there for her Bull on time. His excitement with each of his wife's black cock dates was just as acute as hers given that he vicariously experienced his wife's monumental sexual power through her relationship with her Bull.

"Stuck on 540. I'm just a couple of miles from my exit. I don't know if there's an accident, construction, or what. I just know that I'm getting no fucking where fast. At the rate I'm moving, it might be another 20 minutes before I get home." Pam said with apparent frustration.

"We'll have to bust ass to meet Rock by 8 o'clock, honey. What can I do to help?" he asked.

"First, as soon as you hear me pull up in the driveway, get the shower running so its hot by the time I get upstairs. Meanwhile, you can get my clothes ready."

"What are you thinking about wearing?"

"I'm thinking about my Vegas hooker outfit. Do you think Rock will like that, honey?" asked Pam lewdly.

"I can't think of a man who wouldn't. Rock seems to treat you like a real slut when you wear that outfit. He seems to fuck you especially rough in those clothes."

"That's just what I need, honey. I want Rock to use me hard like a true slut tonight. I've had an awesome day at work. To finish the day off right, I need him to take me hard and rock my world tonight. Wouldn't you like that for me, honey?" asked Pam.

"Yes, I'd love to see him take you hard and use you like a slut tonight, honey. I've been excited for you all afternoon. Even after you helped me get my rocks off in the utility room at work, my dick was hard again just 30 minutes later to thoughts of you and your Bull." answered Steve. Thinking about what else he could do to help her, he asked, "What about a butt plug, honey? Do I need to have one ready? You know how much Rock likes to have you show up wearing a butt plug. He likes it when you've planned ahead and stretched your ass in advance to take his thick black cock right away."

"No, honey, I don't think so. Like I said this morning, I'll have to beg him to take my ass another day. If he insists, though, I'll have give him what he needs. I am his bitch, after all." answered Pam intimately as the traffic jam began to break lose. After a few beats of silence, Pam continued, "I'm so wet, honey. My panties are soaked through. I wish I Rock were inside me right now."

"I bet you do, honey. I can't tell you enough how thankful I am that you've found a Bull who excites and satisfies you as much as Rock. Hurry home."

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Twenty minutes later, steam rose from above the glass walls of the larger walk-in shower as the water heat increased to just the right temperature. As requested, Steve had turned on the shower as soon as he heard Pam pull up in the driveway. Just as the steam began to rise, Pam walked into the bathroom to find Steve arranging her shaving cream and razor on the vanity countertop.

"Good timing, honey," he said. Walking toward her, he gave her a quick hug and a peck on the cheek that was quickly returned. "The water temperature is just right. Hurry up and strip down so you can hop in."

"Thanks, honey. This helps make up for lost time to keep us on schedule for Rock," Pam said as she began unbuttoning her blouse. As she pulled off her blouse, she handing it to Steve and turned with her back to him to release her bra clasp. As he released the clasp and removed her bra, he saw her perfect breasts bounce free and impulsively reached around to hold their heft in his hands and tweak her nipples between thumb and index finger. Pam slapped his hand away playfully.

"No time for that now, honey,"

Unzipping and pulling down her skirt over her voluptuously wide hips, Pam handed her skirt over to Steve to leave herself standing only in her panties. Seeing her in her panties, Steve recalled how wet she said she was for Rock.

"You said thinking of Rock made you soak your panties through, didn't you honey?" asked Steve as he pointed as her crotch. "May I see?"

"Yes," answered Pam. "Get down here and see how wet thoughts of my black Bull cock has my pussy."

Receiving her permission, Steve dropped to his knees before Pam and ran his right hand along the length of her crotch to feel her wetness.

Clearly awe-struck, Steve said as he looked up to her, "You weren't joking. You're soaked through. Incredible. I never was able to get you this wet."

"No, honey. Only big black cock gets me this wet. And not just any black cock, either. Only big thick aggressive thuggish black cock gets me this wet for hours on end. I'm afraid Rock has ruined me, honey. I'll never be satisfied with anything less."

As Steve pulled her panties down to her ankles, Pam stepped out of them to leave Steve standing with her soaked panties in his left hand. Leaning toward her, he pecked her on the lips and patted her ass. "All the more reason to get you all the big black thuggish cock you can handle, honey. If only big black cock satisfies you this way, you're going to get as much as you can handle if I have anything to do with it," Steve said with a smile as his right hand rested on the small of her back.

"You are too good to me, honey," Pam said as she pecked his lips in return. "I've got to hop in the shower before the hot water runs out. Tell you what. How about fixing a couple of sandwiches to eat on the way to the park? Also, it's going to be a long while before you are going to be able to relieve yourself again. Why don't you beat off into my soaked panties while I'm in the shower, honey? Just think about how hard Rock is going to fuck this married white pussy tonight." Pam said licentiously.

With that, Pam put on her shower cap, hopped into the shower, and closed the glass door behind her. Ecstatic that Pam had read his needs precisely and had compassionately suggested that he do exactly what he needed, Steve held Pam's soaked panties to his nose and inhaled deeply as he began pumping his dick. As he pumped, he envisioned how beautiful and erotic his wife would appear tonight with Rock's thick black cock stretching her orifices. Pumping vigorously to the images of his wife fucking her Bull, he quickly grunted loudly and brought Pam's wet panties down to the head of his dick to ejaculate into the wetness his wife's pussy had leaked for Rock.

"That sounded good, honey," Pam said when she heard Steve's orgasmic grunt. "Did you cum hard?"

"You bet. I always cum hard when I think of you with your Bull cock, honey. I'm headed down to throw together a couple of sandwiches. Be back in a few."

By the time Steve ran down to the kitchen, threw together a couple of turkey sandwiches, and returned upstairs, Pam was already standing outside the shower toweling off. Seeing his wife's voluptuous curves and her legs that resembled those of a professional female volleyball athlete, Steve exclaimed, "Fuck!! You're gorgeous."

"Thanks, honey. I can never hear you say that enough. Now come over here and make my legs and pussy smooth and pretty for Rock," she said salaciously.

Crossing to where she stood by the vanity, Steve prompted, "Put your left foot up here on the vanity."

As instructed, Pam raised her leg to place her foot on the vanity. With her foot in place, Steve gently caressed her beautiful calf and foot. "You're so incredibly sexy. No wonder Rock can't seem to get enough of you. I'm surprised he's already wanting more of you already, though. It's usually a few days before he needs you again," Steve stated introspectively. "Any reason in particular he's so hot for you two days in a row? You haven't mentioned to him your desire to have him breed you, have you?"

"Not at all. I haven't mentioned anything to him. I wouldn't dare without us first finishing our discussion and deciding how we want move forward," Pam replied. "I'm just one hot bitch. That's what it is. Isn't that what you always tell me, honey?" Pam asked friskily.

"That's got to be it. Not that I'm complaining. The more your Bull desires you, the more I desire you. It may sound fucked up, but it couldn't be more true."

Steve lathered Pam's left leg below the knee and shaved it carefully. Completing the left leg, Pam switched to her right leg to let Steve lather it up and repeat the process. "You really get off on getting me ready for my dates, don't you dear?" she asked.

"Yes. As you can see, I've already got another hard-on after just blowing my nut in your soaked panties not 10 minutes ago. Yes, I get off on it big time. I appreciate your involving me like this."

"Good. I wouldn't have it any other way, honey. I hope you will always be here to prepare me for my black lovers."

"That's it for your legs. They're now baby smooth for Rock in case get a chance to wrap your legs around him. Now, for the good part. Turn around and rest your butt against the vanity with your legs slightly apart so I can shave your pussy for Rock."

Squirting a dab of shaving cream into his hand, he lathered it onto Pam's pubic hair stubble. "It's amazing," said Steve as he looked up at Pam. "Rock's 11-inch cock is a thick as my wrist but you take it to the hilt with ease. It is simply a wonder."

"I agree, honey. It's incredible. It's as if this white pussy were made for his big thick black cock," Pam answered with apparent arousal lacing her voice. Finished lathering Pam's pubic area and wiping his hand clean on towel, Steve reached between Pam's legs and ran his fingers along her labia to find that she was again wet for Rock's cock.

"Wet again for Rock's cock, I see," Steve said with a knowing smile as he picked up the razor to shave her.

"Yes, I am wet for Rock, honey. But it's also because of us. I want you to understanding that. I love how intimately we discuss my Bull. I love how lovingly you prepare me for my pleasure with my Bull. This intimacy and tenderness makes me just as hot as thinking about my Bull's thick cock," she explained tenderly as Steve shaved her.

"Excellent," said Steve as he finished shaving Pam's pubes and toweled her off. "All ready for your Bull's cock. And, if I'm lucky, I'll be eating your Bull's seed from this smoothly shaved pussy in an hour or so," Steve said suggestively with a sly smile.

Ready to get dressed, Steve and Pam walked into the bedroom where Steve handed Pam her the short black spandex stretch skirt that made up half of her Vegas whore outfit. As Pam slid the stretch skirt over her wide hips and ample shapely ass, Steve then handed her the black stretch tube top that comprised the remainder of her Vegas whore outfit. Pulling the top down to just barely cover her nipples, Pam then pushed her breasts up high in the tube top to create a seductive display of cleavage. Done adjusting her skirt and top, she turned to Steve and asked, "Do I look slutty enough, honey?"

Looking at her incredible curves and the beautiful contrast of her long blonde hair and her bronzed tanned skin against her jet black outfit, Steve replied "Total slut. Rock is going to absolutely tear you up when he sees you."

"Great. Now braid my hair into a ponytail. That will signal to him that I need him to man-handle me tonight. He knows my ponytail is for holding tight as he takes me rough," Pam directed.

After Steve braided Pam's hair into a long pony tail that hung mid-way down her back, she walked over to her make-up bureau to put on her face. Meanwhile, Steve slipped into something more comfortable for the evening. Nearly finished with putting on her face, Pam turned to Steve. "Promise me something, honey," she said.

"Sure. What?" asked Steve now concerned about the sudden change in tone.

"Promise me that we'll always talk as openly with each other about our needs and desires as we have over the past couple of years since I've been taking black cock. Promise me that you will always tell me what excites and arouses you no matter how absurd you think your desires," Pam implored. "I promise this to you. Please promise me the same," she continued.

"I promise, honey," answered Steve. "I will always be totally open about my desires. I think that to do otherwise would irrevocably damage our beautiful marriage."

Turning in her seat to squarely face Steve, Pam continued, "Just yesterday, I dropped a big one on you, honey. It took a lot of courage, but I managed to share with you my deep desire to carry Rock's black baby in my belly. Although I know you love me more than anything in the world and would do anything in support of my desires, I was scared that that would cross the line, honey. I was terrified that my desire to have Rock's baby would damage our wonderful marriage." After a brief pause to reflect upon this critical milestone in their relationship, Pam continued, "What about you, is there any else that you strongly desire that you've been holding back for lack of courage?"

"No, honey. What we have now is perfect. I couldn't ask for more. I have the love of an incredibly beautiful and sexy woman who cares enough to consider my every need and does everything she can to assure that they are fulfilled. What more could I want? Thanks for asking, all the same."

"What about how my Bull and I treat you during our dates? Do you desire to be humiliated more? Do you desire to be made more subservient?" asked Pam with concern. "I can persuade Rock to be as demeaning and domineering as you wish. Just tell me what you need, honey. I'll deliver, honey. I promise. This is not just about me. It's about us, honey"

"Yesterday was just right," began Steve. " Just continue telling me how good your Bull fucks you while he's stuffing you with his black cock. Continue telling me how much better a lover he is than me. When you are with your Bull, continue treating me as the outsider. And, of course, always make me eat your black lover's seed from you. If you keep doing this, honey, you will keep me riding the crest of this erotic wave of ecstasy." advised Steve.

"OK. Just remember our promise, honey. Always tell me what you need," she said as she turned to finish putting on her face.

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It was just before 8 o'clock. The cicadas in the red oaks in the Horizon's Park picnic area behind their car buzzed in a captivating cadence inducing a ******** state upon anyone who dared dwell on their complex rhythms. Wafting across the air from the fitness trail 40 yards away on the opposite side of the parking lot came the unmistakably sweet smell of honeysuckle nectar. Over the past hour, the temperature had dropped by 10 degrees but was hardly noticeable since the humidity was just as stifling on this windless evening. Fortunately, there was still a good hour of daylight left during which Steve planned to video his wife taking her black Bull publicly in the park.

Located on the black side of town in an area better known for legally questionable transactions rather than family picnics, the picnic area behind their parked truck was deserted as usual at this time of day. Additionally, the nearest pedestrians typically only passed on the fitness trail that lay on the opposite side of the cars from where Pam and her Bull would do the nasty. Conveniently located for Rock, this park happened to be only a few miles from his place and was his favorite rendezvous for when he needed Pam quick, hard, nasty, and in public .

Being well acquainted with Rock's habits and needs, Pam and Steve desirously awaited Rock's arrival. With both windows of the truck rolled down and the trucked backed into the parking spot with the tailgate facing the picnic area, Steve sat in the driver's seat holding Pam's hand tightly in anticipation. Pam sat by her husband nearly giddy with excitement. Not only was she giddy for the intense pleasure that Rock's black cock would soon deliver, but also because her powerful Bull had called upon her for two days running. This proved to Pam that her powerful Bull undeniably craved her. Being lusted after by such a powerful Bull and having the ability to totally satisfy all his physical needs and keep him wanting more bestowed upon Pam a euphoric sense of supreme feminine power that briefly eclipsed her physical desires.

As usual when waiting for Rock, they heard him approach before they saw him. The boom of the gansta rap from his Cadillac Escalade preceded his appearance by a good 15 seconds. Hearing her Bull, Pam squeezed Steve's hand hard and squealed with delight, "Here he is honey!!". Quickly opening the door of Steve's F-150 pickup, Pam jumped out onto her black 5-inch spiked heels and walked to the front of the truck. Reaching the front of the truck, she leaned back against the grill, put her right heel up on the bumper, put a finger to her mouth with limp wrist and gazed luridly at Rock as he swung around and backed his Escalade to the curb beside their truck.

Parked, Rock killed the engine but kept the stereo pumping out the gangsta rap with a little less volume. Stepping out, Pam could see that he was wearing his skin-tight white Under Armor workout shirt that emphasized every cut and angular line in his bulging muscles from his thick shoulders and bulging trapezoids to his massive pecs to his cut six-pack abdonminals. Below, he wore loose-fitting blue nylon running pants that just barely concealed his thick quadriceps and a huge bulge in his crotch. Keeping his eyes focused on Pam without acknowledging Steve's presence, he walked around to stand just before Pam. Lewdly locking eyes with her, he placed his large right hand tenderly on her left cheek and reached down with his left hand to feel under her skirt.

"I see your boy got word to you that I needed to see you." he said intently. "You're not wearing any panties and your cunt is wet. You knew just what I needed didn't you, baby?" he asked in his measured baritone voice.

"Yes, baby. I knew right away that you needed some of this married white bitch. My cunt has been wet all day thinking about you. Steve's been just as excited as me. He helped me get ready for you." Looking back over her left shoulder, she called out to Steve still sitting in the driver's seat of his truck, "Tell Rock how excited you've been about your black cock whore wife getting some Bull cock tonight, honey."

Being addressed by Pam, Steve stepped out of the truck to lean against the left fender. "How's it going, Rock?" asked steve. Rock threw Steve's his typical backwards nod with his chin and replied, "Wassup?" As Steve and Rock exchanged greetings, Pam reached down into Rock's pants to grab his manhood. As she had hoped, she found that she already had him nearly half-way erect. Besides finding that her Bull was getting hard for her, she found herself intrigued by the heat emanating from his swelling cock. As she worked his cock with her hand, Rock kept his left hand on Pam's wet crotch and started to fondle her breasts with his right.

"Pam's right, Rock," Steve said. "I've been just as excited as her today. I've already nut twice today thinking about how you're about to fuck my wife with your huge black cock. And, as she said, I also helped her get ready. I shaved her legs and pussy so they'd be soft and smooth for you."

"You like seeing a real man handle this white bitch don't you, boy?" asked Rock as he took his cue to exert more dominance. As he spoke to Steve, he kept his eyes locked onto Pam's.

"Yes, sir. I could never pleasure her as you do, Rock. She's my heart. She deserves all the pleasure you can give her," answered Steve. Waiting a few beats as Pam and Rock continued fondling each other, Steve spoke up again, "I have a favor to ask, Rock. Would you mind if I video tape you fucking my wife tonight?"

"Sure. Whatever gets your rocks off, man. I can't deny you the pleasure of seeing a real cock take your wife and catching it on film so you can watch it over and over again."

With Rock's permission to film, Steve returned to the truck to grab his camcorder. Stepping back out of the cab with the camcorder to begin filming, he found that Rock had locked onto Pam's mouth with a deep ******** aggressive kiss. Instead of resisting the aggression, Pam met Rock's deep-mouth kiss with equal ***** as she wrapped her right leg around Rock's left and continued to work his swelling cock with her right hand. Inserting his right middle finger into Pam's wet hungry pussy, Rock broke from his kiss and said, "Let's go around back where we can really get nasty."

As one, Pam and Rock walked between the cars with arms wrapped around each other to the back. Steve met them in the back with his camera rolling. Reaching the back of the cars, Rock popped the hatch of the Escalade with his remote. Standing behind the open hatch with Pam before him, he placed his large right hand behind her head with her ponytail between his thumb and index finger for control. ********ly, he pulled her mouth into his to continue aggressively kissing her. With her hand back in his pants working his cock, Pam could feel that his thick long black cock was now fully erect and begging to be freed from the confines of his running pants.

"You look like you need to be fucked hard tonight, baby. Am I right?" Rock asked Pam as he broke away from their kiss.

"Yes, baby. I need you to take me hard. I need you to show Steve who own's this white pussy. I need you to show Steve how a real man fucks this black cock whore." Pam answered salaciously as she looked around at Steve with a pout.

"Drop down, bitch!!" commanded Rock authoritatively has he pulled down hard on her ponytail. "Get down here and work on this dick the way you like it!!" demanded Rock.

Squatting in her 5-inch heels with stretch skirt now hiked around her waist fully exposing her ass, Pam pulled Rock's pants down to his ankles as his massive cock sprung free. Stepping out of his pants, Pam picked them up to toss them into the cargo area of the Escalade. As Pam got Rock out of his pants, Steve looked around the park to ensure that all was still clear and moved in close to within 3 feet and got to one knee to zoom in as his wife prepared to take her Bull in her mouth. With her small white hand wrapped around Rock's massive black cock, Pam looked over at Steve as he filmed to say, "This is what a real man's cock looks like, honey. This is what has made me cream my pussy all day."

Turning back to Rock as she squatted before him, Pam raised his cock with her right hand and nuzzled her nose and mouth under his nut sack. Taking in the essence of her Bull's sweaty nuts, she began to lick and suck on his large heavy black balls as she stroked his 11-inch cock up and down. Licking at the base of her Bull's balls near his asshole, Steve could see through the LCD camera display that his wife was lost to lust.

Impatient to get his cock inside Pam, Rock took Pam's ponytail in his left hand and pulled her head back to stuff the head of his swollen thick cock in her mouth. "Enough with the nuts, bitch. Get your mouth on this dick," he demanded. Welcoming the aggression, Pam smiled at Rock with her eyes as he stretched her lips wide to take the head of his cock. Opening her mouth wider, Pam pushed her head down on her Bull's cock to take in only the first 6 inches of his thickness before hitting the back of her throat.

Haven taken in as much of Rock's cock as she thought possible, Pam began to work her mouth up and down her Bull's cock sucking hard and working her tongue on the underside of his shaft. Not satisfied with the action, though, Rock took Pam's head in his hands and held it steady to begin face fucking her. Nodding briskly, Pam indicated she was on board and wished for him to continue. With each stroke into her face, Rock pushed harder and harder against the back of throat until tears appeared at the corner of her eyes. With a couple more aggressive face-fuck strokes, Pam violently gagged. Immediately, Rock pulled his cock from her mouth and asked, "You alright, baby?"

"Yes, baby. Please don't stop. Face fuck me, baby!" replied Pam. "I want to learn to deep throat all of your cock. I want to please you like no bitch has ever pleased you. I want you to throat fuck me, baby!"

Squatting lower, Pam leaned her head back to better align her mouth and throat and again took Rock's cock in her mouth with renewed resolve. To better stabilize herself, she grabbed hold of Rock's hard ass cheeks and held firm as Rock pushed his cock down and against the opening of her throat. Nodding that she was ready, Rock pushed the head of his cock into her throat until she gagged again. Withdrawing his cock, Pam said, "Let's just keep trying until we get it, baby. I want your cock all the way down my throat. I want it bad. I want to please you, baby."

"Cool, that's the way I like to hear my bitch talk," said Rock as he stuffed his cock back into Pam's waiting mouth. After several more attempts and several more gags, tears ran from her eyes and streaked her mascara. Finally, success. As Pam rocked her head all the way back, Rock slowly pushed his massive cock down her throat without inducing a gag reflex. Continuing deep into her throat, Rock thrust his full length down until Pam's nose touched his pubic hair. Triumphantly, Pam looked over to Steve as her Bull's cock rested fully down her throat. As she looked at her husband, she could feel her Bull's engorged cock pulse in her throat with each of his heartbeats.

Wanting to capture this momentous occasion perfectly on video, Steve first zoomed in tight to capture his beautiful wife's mascara streaked face stuffed to the hilt with her Bull's cock. He then panned out to capture the full length of Rock's body and then further out to capture the public location. Running out of air, Pam withdrew Rock's cock from her throat and mouth to say to him, "I deep throated you, baby. I'm so proud. Now you own my throat, too, baby. My throat is now yours for your cock anytime, anyplace you want it, baby."

"And you better bet I'm going to take it, bitch," Rock replied. Taking advantage of his newly acquired territory, Rock pulled Pam's head back hard by her ponytail and ****** his cock down down her throat without pause. With Pam's nose touching his pubic hair he pulled his thick black cock back to where the head of his cock rested in her tight mouth and then plunged back deep into her throat. Lost in the pleasure of throat fucking his hot white bitch, Rock repeatedly pumped Pam's open throat as she held his ass tightly to keep from falling over.

Given the way Rock was pumping his wife's throat, Steve was certain that he was going to blow his nut down her throat. Preparing for the loud growl that Rock was sure to emit, Steve stood up to look over the cars across the parking lot to the fitness trail to ensure that no one was nearby. Satisfied that all was clear, Steve returned his eyes and camera to his hot wife to see her squatting in 5-inch heels with her ass bare and tits bouncing freely as her black Bull throat fucked her in the park. Steve was in awe. He was proud. He loved his black cock whore.

Much to Steve's surprise, just as he thought Rock was going to blow his nut, Rock yanked his cock from Pam's throat and pulled her to her feet by her blonde ponytail. Through her mascara-streaked face, Steve could see the lustful smile that Pam flashed her Bull before she leaned in to lock mouth-to-mouth with him in a passionate kiss. Pulling her away by her ponytail, Rock smacked her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint and demanded, "Time to give up that pussy, bitch." Spinning her around, Rock pushed her upper body down so her hands rested on the floor of the Escalade's cargo area with her ass up and facing the picnic tables. Pulling her head back by her ponytail, he commanded, "Spread your legs and take this black cock in your married white pussy." To rein***** the command, he smacked her ass again.

"That's it, baby. Show Steve how a real man takes this pussy!!" Pam cried out lustfully.

Without warning, Rock thrust his 11-inch wrist-thick black cock into her dripping wet cunt hitting the back of Pam's cervix with his cockhead. With the sudden deep cock thrust, Pam gasped with pleasure. To get a good view from behind, Steve moved into position directly behind Rock in a crouched position. From his new vantage point, he had a clear shot of Pam's beautiful hard-nippled breasts swinging. He also had a wonderful view of his wife's well toned legs spread wide with titillatingly bulging calf muscles due to her her high heels.

As for Rock, Steve had a spectacular view of his broad back and heavily muscled ass and legs. Better yet, his camcorder was just inches from his wife's Bull's heavy nut sack for a close-up intimate view of his wife taking her Bull cock. As Rock pumped his wife's white pussy, Steve beheld the spectacular sight of Rock's huge black cock slick and shiny with his wife's fuck juices. Slick with his wife's fuck juices, Steve marveled at the thick veins that ran the length of Rock's cock. He thought for certain that Pam could feel every pulsing vein of Rock's cock through her pussy walls.

Unlike when Pam used to fuck her husband, she never had to frig her clit to cum while Rock was filling her pussy. The thickness of Rock's massive cock stretched her pussy so wide that every inch of every thrust of his black cock provided for incredible friction between his thick shaft and the super-sensitive nub of her clit. Moreover, the thickness of Rock's cock head assured that with each thrust it bumped her g-spot unlike her husband who used to only hit it by accident occasionally with his thinner 7-inch dick.

With no more than 15 slamming hard thrusts of Rock's cock into her hot wet pussy as he held her head back tightly by her ponytail, Pam began to moan with a wavering tone that presaged the onset of a powerful orgasm. Within a couple more powerful pumps deep into Pam's pussy, she began to quiver from head to toe in the grip of an earth-shattering orgasm. With no warning, Pam's knees grew week and buckled from the ***** of the powerful orgasm and caused her to fall onto the floor the Escalade's cargo area. Perturbed that she had fucked up his groove, Rock smacked Pam on the ass to break her from the throws of her orgasm as he often had to do when she orgasmed uncontrollably. "Get up, bitch!" he demanded. "Get up and take this dick like a real woman!"

Regaining the strength in her legs as her orgasm loosened its grip, Pam rose back up, spread her legs and pushed her ass back towards Rock. "That's it, baby. Beat that pussy up!! Show me who owns this married white pussy!!" Back in position, Rock grabbed hold of Pam's ponytail again and started slamming his cock aggressively in and out of her pussy. Within 10 hard strokes, Pam was again moaning as another orgasm approached. "Steve!!" Pam called out loudly between moans, "Tell my Bull to nut in my married white pussy. Tell him now!!"

Still holding the camcorder, Steve called out, "Fill my wife's pussy with your seed, Rock. Bust your nut deep in her. Pump her married white pussy full of your black seed."

Having the husband beg for him to fill his wife with his potent black seed promptly set Rock off. With one last deep thrust as he pulled tight on Pam's ponytail and erupted with a shower of hot cum that sprayed against her cervix and quickly overfilled her tightly stuffed pussy. As he blew, Pam could feel his cock spasm and jerk repeatedly as he pumped his seed into her. Slowly withdrawing his cock, Pam felt his hot thick seed start to leak from her pussy. "Hurry, honey!" Pam called out to Steve. "Get down here and eat Rock's seed. Don't you dare let any of it drip to the ground." In haste, Steve turned to Rock, "Will you please keep filming while I eat your seed from my wife's pussy?" In return, Rock grunted affirmatively and held out his hand to take the camera.

Dropping to his knees, Steve positioned himself with his face under his wife's overflowing pussy as she leaned over into the Escalade's cargo area. No sooner than he was in position, Rock's seed began dripping from her pussy into his mouth. Once the overflow stopped dripping, Steve swallowed deeply and rose slightly to lock is mouth onto his wife's pussy and began sucking every last drop of her Bull's seed from within. As he sucked her Bull's seed from her, the only thought that filled Steve's mind was, "I am partaking of the nectar of my sex goddess." Endlessly, this thought circled his mind as he consumed the Bull seed his wife fed him from her pussy.

"That's it, boy." Rock said gruffly. "Suck that man seed from your wife's pussy." Lost in ecstasy, Steve heard not a word from his wife's Bull as he sucked the remainder of his cum from her pussy.

Pam lay on her back, pulling her knees to her chest, fully exposing her fat black-fucked pussy lips to Steve. They had just returned moments ago from their Horizon's Park encounter with Rock. During that encounter, Rock had delivered a knee-buckling orgasm for her, leaving her breathless. Now, it was Steve's turn for release. Knowing that the taste and smell of her Bull sends him over the edge like nothing else, she always allowed her husband full access to any fluids left behind.

To ratchet up his excitement, she pulled her knees back even further, raising her wide hips off the sheets, giving him a clear sight of her beautiful round tanned white ass and the seductive brown eye of her asshole. Blowing from the air-conditioning vents was a refreshingly cool stream of air evaporating their sweat from the steamy heat of Horizon's park. Through their wireless speakers pumped the sound of one of Pam's favorite Soulja Boy Tell'em's tracks.

"Can you still taste and smell Rock on me, honey?", she asked almost in a whisper, running her fingers through his thick brown hair. As she stroked his head, he locked his mouth on her pussy, digging deep with his tongue. Not giving him a chance to reply, she continued, "Weren't you proud of me tonight, honey? How I took Rock's thick long cock all the way down my throat? I was actually kind of hoping he would blow his nut down my throat, honey. I wanted to feel the powerful spasms of his cock in my throat as unloaded in me."

She paused to reflect, pushing Steve's face harder into her pussy. "I can't find the words to tell you, honey, how much it turned me on knowing I can please my Bull like that. I just can't wait to experience having him shoot his load with his dick buried deep in my throat," she confided intimately with her husband.

Raising up from his wife's pussy, Steve rocked back on his heels, the lamp from the nightstand casting shadows that accentuated the lean muscle of his his runner's physique. With his left, hand he grabbed hold of her right ankle, pulling it up for a better view of her wide ass and pussy. With his eye's trained on her hot ass, he pumped his engorged dick tightly with slow even strokes.

"Yes, honey. I can still taste your Bull's seed on you," he said, eyes glazed with euphoria. "I'm surprised I can still taste him. I was sure I had sucked every trace of his nut from you back in the park. I can still smell his sweat on you, too. Fuck, that gets me hot!!" he said. "You're such a black cock whore, honey. I love it!!" In excitement, he pumped his dick harder. "And to think about how sexy you looked with his thick black cock buried down your throat, his heavy balls resting on your chin, your wide-eyed submissive stare deep into his eyes. Fucking sweet! Heaven! That's the only way I know to describe it, honey."

"Can you remember how repulsed you were when I first asked you to eat one of my black lovers' seed from my pussy, honey?" she asked. Smiling fondly at the memory, she recalled their elation at the beginning of their cuckold journey. Reaching between her legs, she took her husband's balls into the palm of her hand and began kneading them softly.

"Yes. I thought I was going to hurl," he answered. "I'm sure you remember. Just the mere thought repulsed me. You know I had always secretly desired to see you black fucked. I never ever saw myself eating your lovers' seed, though." He pulled the sole of her right foot to his nose, inhaling deeply. The sweaty smell from the high heels she wore to the park excited him, causing a pleasant tingle in his nuts. Taking her pretty toes into his mouth, he closed his eyes, rolled his tongue between her toes and then sucked them one-by-one, savoring the salty, tangy taste.

In response, she pointed her toes into his mouth, relishing the loving attention from her husband. Relishing the reassuring emotional security of knowing that she was indispensable. She alone could provide him this perverted pleasure. They both knew it. The odds of Steve finding another black cock whore who would love him as she did were astronomical. Being this indispensable to her husband showered her suddenly with a warm euphoric sense of power that coursed pleasurably throughout her body.

"You confided in me afterwards that eating my lover's seed from me was the most erotic and intimate experience you'd ever had," she continued. "Soon, you were looking forward to my black cock dates just for the chance of eating another creampie." She moaned softly, pushing her toes further into his mouth. Doing so, she conveyed to him how much his perversions aroused her. "Do you still crave it as much as when you first started, honey?"



Taking her toes from his mouth, he answered, "More than ever," his breathing labored from acute arousal. "By now, I don't event think I'd call it a craving. Instead, it's more like a need. An addiction. I have a compulsion to eat your black lovers' seed from you, honey," he continued, his eyes showing a distant look of being transported to another place. "And, to lick your black lovers' sweat from your body. I need it with every ounce of my being. I need it every opportunity you can give me." Returning her foot to his mouth, he beat his dick even more vigorously, breathing heavily through his nose.



Reaching back a few years, he reflected on how their marriage had become strained like so many others. Not from the most common source of marital stress: disagreement over financial decisions, but from the next most common rea***: an inability to openly communicate with each other for fear of reprisal, rejection, or negative judgement. In particular, they could not find the courage to openly communicate their desires and needs. Still yet, like millions of other couples, they expected the other to somehow miraculously fill those unspoken needs. In short, they were headed for a cold, passionless marriage, or divorce. Fortunately, circumstances ****** Steve's hand to share his needs and desires.

About seven years into their marriage, Steve found himself increasingly obsessed with interracial porn. To experience the most intense orgasms and greatest sexual release, he found himself repeatedly jacking off to images of hot white women totally submitting themselves to enormous black cock. Even when fucking his gorgeous wife at the time, he had to fantasize about her with huge black cock to cum the hardest.

At first, the obsession disturbed him. He had no desire to fuck men or be fucked by them. Nonetheless, he was obsessed with interracial porn and the images of massive black cock tearing open all those beautiful white women. It left him distraught that he seemed to be sexually aroused by his own physical inadequacy compared to the superior black cock.

In attempt to understand, and maybe feel less a freak, he embarked a thorough introspection of his life. Born into an upper-class family, those without knowledge of the family history thought of him as fortunate. In reality, though, the family had been downwardly mobile for the past couple of generations. Realizing the worst fear for his family, the loss of their inherited fortune that afforded them their privileged social and economic status, the family had degenerated into a hotbed of neurosis.

In particular, his ******, the one accountable for the the largest loss of family fortune, became an angry and bitter man. Being weak, he sought to assuage his bitterness and fear through verbal ***** of his family, particularly his ***. In his ******** twisted mind, he was a fuck-up for losing the family fortune. For some semblance of balance in his twisted world, there was no way he would allow his *** succeed when he had failed. Instead of succumbing to the *****, however, Steve grew hard in defense. In retribution, he resolved to succeed in life despite the best efforts of his ****** to turn him into an image of the weak, bitter, angry, abusive man he had become.

To escape the family as soon as possible, Steve enlisted in the military right out of high school with idealistic visions of honor and duty. Within weeks of enlisting, however, he found that this path in life served to harden him even further. As he soon learned, cultivating individuals with the capacity to **** indiscriminately required that military institutions employ very sophisticated psychological re-socialization techniques.

Specifically, re-socialization by means of stripping a young per*** of every ounce of human dignity and then instilling in the remaining void a belief that their only self-worth could be derived through mindless adherence to orders. If that didn't stick, there was the ever-present threat of incarceration for non-compliance with orders. So much for idealistic patriotism and sense of duty. As designed, the system hardened him even further.

Following a single tour in the military, he completed college with honors on GI Bill benefits. Combined with his natural intelligence, the hardness and tenacity cultivated by his experiences proved to be just the right recipe for academic success. Likewise, when hired by his employer upon graduation, he was catapulted to into upper management in just a few years by way applying the same recipe. Nevertheless, despite his stellar career success, financial success, and eventually earning the hand of a beautiful wife, he was not fulfilled.

Steve had triumphantly prevailed over his ****** by succeeding, but it was only a Pyrrhic victory. The outward success he had achieved came at an incalculable price: the hardness that made possible his success proved to be a thick husk through which intense feelings and emotions could not penetrate. Most importantly, he was unable to achieve full sexual release given that his naturally hardened defenses would not allow the essential emotions to cut through.

That is, until he discovered the fantasy of being demeaned and ultimately humiliated by his wife taking a black lover. Much to his pleasure, he found that this fantasy could awaken his deadened emotions and provide ultimate sexual release. Although he did not fit the popular portrayal of the weak and effeminate cuckold, that was his story. Regardless of the psychological rationalizations, it just felt fucking great!!

Not until after Pam busted him a few times jacking off to interracial porn was he finally convinced to open up and share his fantasies. Upon learning of his fantasy for her to take a black lover, she immediately confided that the best fuck she had ever had was from one of her well-hung black boyfriends in college. Moreover, she confided that she, too, fantasized repeatedly about again being stretched and used by powerful black men.

That night, and into the next day, they had the best sex they'd up to that point in their marriage. The mere act of confiding their most closely held secret desires had thrust them into a new level of intimacy enjoyed by few. Regretfully, Steve realized that if only he had had the courage to open up with her sooner, the past years of their marriage could have been just as fulfilling. Admittedly, confiding those desires had put them at risk of dissolving what remained of their relationship right there on the spot. The odds of a couple sharing similar perversions are slim, indeed. Miraculously, their needs meshed and complimented each other perfectly.
From that point forward, their marriage blossomed. At first, they indulged their mutual fantasies by fucking regularly to interracial porn, Steve exclaiming throughout how he wished he could see Pam being taken by the black stud, Pam exclaiming throughout how badly she wanted those enormous black cocks in her. Together, as they verbalized their shared fantasy, they would orgasm in unison, each feeling the convulsive waves of pleasure rippling throughout the other.
After a couple of months of videos, they decided to take it to a new level, to actually act out their fantasy. At first, they tried nightclubs. Not surprisingly, Pam could pick up black guys like a magnet. Her wide hips, bubble ass, thick breasts, blonde hair and piercing blue eyes drew them in by the dozens. As soon as she and Steve got them alone and explained what was down, though, they spooked. Despite stereotypes, all the black men Pam attempted to pick up in nightclubs from the Carolinas to Georgia turned out to be surprisingly sexually conservative. Promiscuous they may have been, but sexually liberal and open for anything unconventional, they were not.

Finally, they hit the jackpot through online adult personals adds. Through adult personals websites, they could be up-front about what they were after. This ensured they only got hits from those who knew what they were into. Within a day of posting their first add, they were flooded by propositions. After painstakingly selecting the best candidate based on strict criteria including large cock size, overall physical condition, and requisite thuggish personality, they scheduled Pam's first black cock date of their marriage. It was outstanding, exceeding even their wildest imagination. At that point, they were hooked on large black cock for life. There was no turning back.
"Don't cum yet, honey. I want to try something different," Pam said. With the sound of his wife's voice, he broke away from his reflections. "I have in mind something you might like," she continued. As she spoke, he stopped stroking his dick, pulled her toes from his mouth and looked into her beautiful blue eyes. Ever since he had confided his cuckold fantasies with his wife, she had done everything she within her imagination to fulfill them, even things he had never dreamt of himself.

"Stand on your knees. Come closer. Get your dick over my belly," she directed. "What I have in mind is going to push the edge, baby. If it works, and I think it will, it will blow your mind. If I cross the line, though, promise me you'll tell me to stop. OK?" she said. Rising to his knees, he scooted closer with his hard dick in his right hand, nodding in agreement.
"That's it," she said once he was in place. Immediately noticeable to Steve was the sudden hardening of her tone. "Don't stop jacking, honey. Keep jacking that little boy dick," she said with a harsh demeaning tone. Looking into his eyes, she confirmed that her tone and language had its desired effect.

"That's it, honey. Keep jacking that little boy dick. Keep yourself on the edge," she continued in a tone that cut to the bone. "I know how much you loved seeing a real man's cock stretch me and make me cum tonight. I know how much you wanted to jack your little dick and cum as you watched my Bull pump his black seed deep in me. Didn't you, honey?" she asked. In absolute agreement, Steve nodded his head enthusiastically, ready to blow his nut at any time.

"Look right here, honey." She rubbed her soft white stomach provocatively right below her navel. "Do you see how flat my tummy is right now? It won't be flat for long," she said with a scowl. "Soon I'll be growing a baby bump right here. A black baby bump, honey. Think about how I'm going to swell with Rock's black baby after he seeds me. Think about how you're going to watch as Rock's black baby grows in my belly," she said looking him directly in the eyes. "You're going to get off watching my belly swell with a black baby, aren't you honey?" she asked degradingly. In an incoherent state of arousal, all Steve could do was nod and grunt.
"Jack it harder, honey. Shoot that cum from your little white dick right here on my belly. Shoot it right here where I'm going to grow Rock's black seed." As his breathing slowed and became more shallow, Pam knew she had him at the threshold. Just a little more and she'd push him over the threshold into bliss. "That's it. Pump it. Now tell me, honey. What is you want to see?" she demanded firmly. She looked luridly into Steve's eyes.

Squinting hard and contorting his face absurdly, Steve leaned back his heady and cried out loudly, "I want to see you belly swell with your black Bull's seed, honey!!" Before he could finish his last words, his dick spasmed uncontrollably, ejaculating spurt after spurt of cum on his wife's soon-to-be black bred belly. Exhausted, he dropped down beside her.

"You're not done yet. You know you can't leave your cum on me. I'm Rock's bitch. You know Rock wouldn't stand for it. Now get down there and lick up your mess," she instructed. Unlike earlier, her tone was now warmer, transitioning back from a cuckoldress bitch into a loving wife.

Finished licking his cum from her belly, he looked again back to her eyes, "That was intense, honey. That was fucking hot. I don't know how you did it, but you said just what I needed to hear," he said, lying back down beside her.

"Good," she said turning to face him. "Get used to it. Once we have Rock breed me, you're going to be eating a lot of seed from my pregnant belly. Yours, Rock's, and who knows? Once Rock shares our video with his boys Curtis and Tyrell, he may start sharing my white ass. You might even find yourself eating his boys' seed from my pregnant belly, too," she said with a lascivious grin.

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The strong thunderstorm was just breaking as they pulled their F150 pickup truck into the parking lot at Pinky's, an upscale Italian restaurant frequented by state government bureaucrats. The facade of the restaurant exemplified excellent Italian stone craftsmanship. The landscaping resembled that of a Mediterranean villa. The dashboard clock in the truck showed 9:37pm, late for a dinner date with their Bull. Just that afternoon, Steve had flown back into town from closing a big services contract with one of his firm's largest clients. Pam, on the other hand, had met late with some prospective buyers interested in a property that had sat on the market for much too long. Needless to say, they had both rushed like mad to get ready for their date with Rock.

Circling the lot looking for an empty parking space, a full moon revealed itself as high-altitude winds zipped the clouds from the sky as if they were in past-forward. Steam rose from the recently rained upon hot asphalt. Much to their surprise, they found Rock waiting for them. Usually, they found themselves anxiously awaiting his arrival, waiting in suspense for his fat black cock, for his thick mouthwatering seed. Not tonight.

They found him backed into a space near the kitchen entrance, with the back of his Escalade facing a chain-link fence. As luck would have it, the space next to their Bull was open. Actually, luck likely had little to do with it. Rock looked the part of typical gangsta thug. On top of that, a nasty beat bumped from his Escalade as he sat looking out with a vicious scowl, rolling his head in time to the beat. Upon seeing and hearing Rock, the upscale white patrons of the restaurant would circle the lot numerous times in effort to find a parking spot as far from him as possible.

For this very reason, Pinky's was their favorite place to dine with their Bull. After their first dinner here with Rock, Pam and Steve confided with each other that eating here aroused them both beyond belief. It wasn't the physical environment of the restaurant that aroused them. Instead, it was the shocked, repulsed, and condescending reaction they elicited from the conservative patrons.

When they looked upon Pam, the blonde bombshell, hanging on the arm of her powerful black Bull, their shock and horror was inevitable. It ******** every notion of bigoted decency instilled in them from birth. Pam, Rock and Steve ate it up. They absolutely loved putting right in their face everything they feared. From this reaction, Steve managed to maintain a raging hardon. Likewise, Pam's cunt burned with desire and dripped wet while here with Rock.

Backing into to spot, Steve left as much room between their vehicles as possible. Even before he could set the parking break, Pam hopped out and closed her door. Rounding the tailgate of his truck, he found that Pam had already locked into a deep-mouth kiss with her Bull. Obscuring direct view from the restaurant patrons, Rock left his door open. The dome light in his Escalade was still disabled from former trysts, leaving them mostly in the dark.

Pam wore a charcoal gray hip-hugging skirt cut just about the knees, a baby-blue sleeveless rayon blouse fitted tight across her thick shapely breasts, and heels that highlighted her sexy ankles and calves. Around her left ankle hung her 'I love BBC' anklet gift from Steve. Most importantly, Pam's tight skirt showcased her bubble ass, looking very much like Naomi Russell's, but with wider hips.

Rock wore light-gray dress slacks and a lose-fitting white silk shirt unbuttoned a third of the way down his chest. Hanging down on his chest, and drawing attention bulging hard pecs, was his favorite thick gold chain and Labyrinth medallion. As they locked mouths, Pam caressed the back of his shiny black bald head with her beautiful lithe red-manicured fingers. Rock, with his large strong black hands, firmly kneaded both cheeks of her hot bubble ass. From the look of how his left pant leg was swelling to in size by his inner thigh, Steve also knew that Rock was wearing boxers allowing his heavy black meat to swell unrestrained down the length of his leg.



"I've missed you, Baby," she said breathlessly as she broke away from their kiss. "Take that back. We've both missed you, Baby." Turning, she looked over at Steve. "Tell Rock what we've been dying for, honey." Just like that, she had flipped the switch, now addressing him as the third wheel in a insolent degrading tone. Instead of hurt, it pierced through Steve's hard shell, stinging ever so pleasurably in a strong rush of arousal.

Stepping closer, Steve drew to within a few feet of his wife and Rock. Dressed in khakis and a light-blue Oxford shirt, he held his crotch, massaging his hardening dick through his pants. He looked in Rock's eyes with a non-challenging subordinate countenance. "We've both been dying for you to take her ass, Rock," he said softly continuing to grope his dick. "Also, I need to eat your nut from her ass so bad I can taste it already," he said. He squeezed his package hard with his last words to emphasize his desire.

Pam turned back to Rock with a smile and a wink. "And tell Rock how you've helped me get ready this evening, honey." Leaning her heavy breast onto Rock's hard chest, she gazed longingly into her Bull's eyes. Holding his eyes with her's, she reached down with her left hand to feel his hardness. In delight at finding his thick hardness, she kicked up her right heel. Even through Rock's slacks, Pam could feel the soothing heat rising from his hardening cock, throbbing to her touch.

Out of nowhere, a loud 'bleep, beep' pierced the air from a car the next row over as a couple disarmed their alarm, causing each of them to look toward the sound. Looking back from the source of the noise, Steve looked down at his wife's hand caressing her Bull's cock through his pants. In response to the image, his dick twitched in excitement and his stomach tumbled delightfully.

Rubbing his rock-hard dick through his pants, he looked back up at Rock. "I cleaned her ass out with an enema just a little while ago. After that, I lubed her ass with Vaseline and stuffed it with a large butt plug to stretch her out for you, Rock. We're both dying for you to get up in that ass and use it for your pleasure," he said, suddenly stricken by the depraved, but hot, perversion of his situation.

Just hours ago, he was across the country brokering a multi-million dollar deal for his firm. A man with immense power and control in his chosen profession. In stark contrast, here he was begging his wife's black Bull to impale his wife's ass with his superior cock and to allow him the pleasure of cleaning out his seed from her afterwards. Did he feel the least bit guilty for violating so many of our social norms? Fuck no!! The way he saw it, their lives were much more fulfilled through their cuckolding bond. It harmed no one. Fuck convention.

A car door slammed across the parking lot, followed by the the whiz of a car speeding from the wet parking lot. Smiling provocatively at the sound of how her boy had prepared her ass for him, Rock looked deeply into Pam's eyes. Reaching up her skirt, he quickly found that she wasn't wearing panties. Running his hand up the voluptuous crack of her ass, he found the butt plug with which Steve had stretched out her tight sphincter. "Fuck yeah," he said softly to her in his rumbling voice. "He's not bull****ting is he?" He putt slight pressure on her butt plug, smiling lustfully. "I missed you too, Baby," he said.

She leaned in for another deep kiss, reaching down to grab his cock through his pants. "I'm glad to feel that you liked the sound of that," she said playfully. "Steve's right, Baby. We're both dying for you to get up in my ass. How about you pump my ass right here before we eat? Right now. Don't worry about taking your time, Baby. I don't need to cum right now. All I need right now is to feel you up inside my ass, Baby. To feel your hot seed filling my gut. I want to make my man cum," she said seductively, unbuttoning his trousers to free his thick cock, her eyes locked on his.

"Get over here, boy," Rock said harshly turning to look at Steve. "Make yourself useful. If you want taste any of this nut tonight, you're going to do what I tell you."

"Yes, sir," Steve replied, dutifully drawing nearer. "What can I do?" he asked solicitously.

Rock stood up, his huge cock now free and standing erect with Pam tenderly cradling his heavy balls, lustful desire painted on her face. Turning Pam by her shoulders away from Steve, he said, "Take this plug out of your girl's ass so I can get up in this ****, boy." As Rock pulled her skirt over her seductively wide hips, she her arched her back and spread her feet slightly to give Steve easy access to her butt plug.

Tugging on Rock's wood-hard cock, her engagement ring diamond glistened as it caught the light of the street lamps. With Rock tenderly rubbing his warm large hand up and down her inner thigh, she sighed deeply and sensually. Overhead, the tree leaves rustled as a stiff breeze blew from the direction of the restaurant. Upon the breeze traveled the delicious aroma of Italian dishes cooking in the kitchen.

Once Steve pulled the widest length of the plug past her sphincter, she pushed out the remaining length by constricting her asshole. Turning, she looked back at Steve. "Is my asshole gaped wide enough for Rock's huge man cock, honey?" she said. She put emphasis on the word 'man' to drive home her point to Steve, knowing the derision would further excite him.

"Yes. All ready for your hard cock, Rock," he said looking up to Rock. "My little white dick would get lost in that stretched ass. But it should be stretched just right for your thick cock, Rock."

Without warning, Rock turned Pam by her shoulders a quarter turn, pushed her torso down over the driver's seat, and smacked her right ass cheek firmly enough to leave his handprint on her round tanned white ass. "Want me to take it just like that, Baby?" he asked loudly, smacking her ass again. "Want me to use you, bitch? Get off up in this sexy white ass, bitch?"

He looked down at the beautiful sight of his bitch's axe-handle wide ass, her asshole gaped wide open, hungrily awaiting his cock. With his shiny thick black cock head poised just inches from her gaping hole, it took all the restraint he could muster to keep from plunging his cock in her ass. She had to beg for it first.

After a couple more beats, Pam caved, "Don't make me wait, Baby. Please. Pump this bitch's ass. Pump it now!" she pleaded loudly with her Bull. Looking back at him, she reached back with both hands and spread her ass cheeks wide, stretching her gaped asshole even further, begging him with her eyes to stuff his hard black cock in her ass.

"Down on your knees on this wet pavement, boy!" Rock demanded loudly of Steve, keeping his eye's trained on Pam's gaping asshole. "Tell me why I'm standing here about to fuck the **** out of your wife while you're on your knees on the wet ground." Rock's massive cock glowed in the soft light, looking much like a darker black Shane Diesel cock, thick all round, ribbed with bulging veins, pulsing with each heartbeat.

"Because I can't give my wife what she needs. Because I can't give her what she deserves, Rock. Only a powerful virile black man like you can please her, Rock," Steve answered. With his knees soaking wet, he looking upon Rock's superior cock at eye-level, marveling at the beautiful sight of it poised to enter his wife's ass.

"Right answer, boy. Now shut the fuck up!!" Rock replied sternly. "And stuff that butt plug in your mouth, boy. Keep it there until I tell you to take it out." Rock glanced quickly over at him to confirm that he had complied. Satisfied, he then pushed his cock hard and fast into Pam's waiting ass, only to stop once he was balls-deep.

"Uhmmm," Pam sighed in pleasure as her thick Bull bottomed out in her ass. "Oh, that feels so good, Baby. That's what I've been missing," she said softly. Taking his full full length and girth without so much as a flinch, she backed her ass up on his cock, driving it even deeper, working her ass side-to-side. In a few more seconds, Rock was working her ass with full rhythmic strokes, gyrating his hips at the bottom of each stroke, bringing forth pleasurable moans from his bitch on each stroke.

Still on his knees, Pam's butt plug deep in his mouth, Steve watched in awe at how easily his wife took Rock's cock deep in her ass. He watched in awe at how natural and how right it looked to have that perfect black cock pounding her white ass. Smelling the heat from Rock's cock, smelling his wife's ass on Rock's cock, Steve worked his dick hard through his pants pocket, careful not to cum. Closing his eyes briefly, he savored every nuance of the stimulating smell of his wife's Bull fucking her ass.

"Hey, Baby," Pam called back softly to Rock, a sultry sound to her voice. "Hold your cock head just a couple inches deep in my ass before plunge back in. I want to try something different." As Rock held his cock back before plunging back in, Pam flexed her sphincter several times around the sensitive skin just behind his cock head. "How does that feel?" she asked. "Do you like the feel of me milking your big dig with my ass, Baby?"

Out of no where, Rock felt like he was going to blow his nut. "Ahmm...," was the only response he could utter without shooting his load. Looking back at her Bull, Pam found that he had thrown his head back to the sky and twisted his face in pleasure.

"I looks like you like it, Baby. You're speechless," she said with a slight chuckle. "OK, Baby. I'll stop milking you until you start pumping again. I don't want to blow until you're ready," she said tenderly.

Out of nowhere, Pam's milking his cock like that hit him like a train. No bitch had ever done that for him. "And, oh fuck, it was righteous!!" Rock thought to himself. "I just about blew my nut right there. Hold it together, man. Hold it together until you can work it up to about a level 9. Then blow," Rock thought. Once his urge to blow passed, he again began pumping his wrist-thick cock in Pam's ass, throwing his black bald head back and closing his eyes in ecstasy.

At the top of each stroke, Pam constricted her sphincter tightly on his shaft, magnifying his pleasure many times over. "Oh fucking hell!" he exclaimed in his head. "I can't hold this **** back any longer. This ass is just too fucking righteous!!" Not able to hold it together any longer, he grabbed Pam's narrow waist hard, bottomed out in her ass, and held her tightly as he emptied his balls deep in his bitch's bowels, wave after wave of his intense orgasm rippling throughout his hard body.

"Blow that black seed deep in my gut, Baby," Pam called out to her Bull. She turned to grab his right hand that held her waist tight. Squeezing his hand hard, she pulling him tighter. "Oh yes, Baby. That's it. I love how your hot black seed feels when it floods me like this." With his cock still buried to the hilt in her ass, she turned to look deep in her Bull eyes, conveying to him how deeply satisfied she was that she'd made her Bull comes so hard, tightening even further their bond as Bull and bitch.

Zipping up his pants, Rock turned to Steve. Obediently, Steve remained on his knees, butt plug deep in his mouth, lips stretched wide. "You did good, boy," he said tauntingly to Steve.

"Turn your ass around to your boy, Baby," Rock said to Pam. "Hold onto the door armrest. Bend over and stick your ass out for your boy. It's time for him to taste my man nut."

Rock turned back to Steve. "Take that plug out of your mouth, boy. Put your face in your girl's ass and suck out my man seed."

Eagerly, Steve complied. Spreading her ass cheeks wide, he buried his face in her crack, finding her asshole still gaped wide open from taking Rock's thick cock. Hungrily and passionately, he dug his tongue deep in his wife's stretched asshole searching for Rock's black seed.

"**** my nut out for your boy," Rock said to Pam. "Squeeze that nut out to let him taste a real man." On cue, Pam squeezed as if she were taking a ****, ******* the remnants of Rock's black seed from her bowels. At the first taste of Rock's thick seed, Steve locked onto his wife's ass, sucking every drop of nut she could squeeze into his mouth. Eagerly, he sucked every drop down his throat, deep into his own bowels.

"That's it, boy. Eat that nigga nut," he heard Rock say. At that moment, time then stopped for Steve. He lost himself briefly in the ecstasy of eating Rock's black nut from his wife's ass.

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Inside Pinky's, Steve watched across the table as Pam and Rock sat arm-in-arm finishing up their calamari appetizer, flirting openly with each other. Not having eaten anything yet, the taste of Rock's nut still lingered heavily in his mouth, its smell still lingered in his nose. Periodically, they would engage in a kiss, just a little too lingering for the discerning patrons seated nearby. Watching them flirting like that, Steve's dick throbbed for attention.

"Besides needing to see you for the usual reasons, Rock," Steve began, "we have an important proposal for you."

"Alright. I'm listening," Rock said, turning his attention from Pam. No longer wearing his dominant Bull hat, Rock now presented himself as an affable long-time family friend. As with Pam, Steve noticed that Rock could amazingly transition between roles with lightning speed.

"As you know, I've gladly surrendered my wife's pleasure to your superior hands, Rock. It's been wonderful since the get-go. Not one uncomfortable moment that I can recall. Only heightened pleasure for us all. Hedonistic it may be, but fuck it. It feels damn good! I hope you agree," Steve said. He paused briefly awaiting acknowledgment from their Bull.

"Word," Rock replied in affirmation. His deep voice resonated as he worked his large hand on Pam's wet crotch.

"Cool," Steve continued. He felt tremendous relief that Rock had agreed that he benefitted from the relationship as much as he and Pam. "Since it's been such a great ride so far, we want to take it further, Rock." He paused again, taking a sip off the head off his beer to wet his palate and clear the tang of Rock's nut from his throat. "I'll just come out and say it. We want you to breed Pam. We want you to breed her with your superior black seed. We want your baby, Rock." Out of fear of the possible response, Steve immediately looked away from Rock, down at the tabletop.

A brief silence ensured. The sounds of a busboy clanking silverware at a nearby table broke the silence. "Is this what you want, Baby?" Rock asked, turning to look Pam in her eyes.

"Yes, Baby. More than anything. It was actually me who first brought it up to Steve, Baby. After discussing it seriously, we thought it would be best if he make the proposal. We though it would show you our combined commitment. We're not asking for any commitment from you, Rock. Please don't misunderstand. I love being your bitch and cuckolding Steve. But we both realize that you may eventually move on. We're cool with that, Rock. I just want to carry your seed and bear your black baby." Pam took his hands into hers, squeezed hard, and looked deeply into his eyes.

Rock waited another beat, grinned, and leaned in for a deep-mouth kiss. After a few moments, he finally broke free. "Cool. You can be my Baby Momma. How does that sound?" he asked.

"I love the sound of that," she said. She leaned in for another deep kiss as Rock continued working her sopping wet cunt under the table.

Reaching down into his pants pocket, Steve withdraw a copy of their front door key and a piece of paper on which he had written their alarm deactivation code. "Pam came off the pill after our meeting at Horizon's park," he said. He slid the key and security code across the table to Rock.

"We're anxious for you to begin seeding her as often as you can, Rock. Anytime you want." Steve made a show of rubbing his crotch under the table, directing his eyes to where Rock was working his wife's wet cunt under the table. "This is your key and alarm code. Please come anytime you want, Rock. And, when we say anytime, we mean it," Steve finished with a contented smile.

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Sniffing ************* Panties


It all started a few months ago, a habit I couldn't drop and the thing I most looked forward to each day.

I would hear the front door to the house open and close three times whilst I was still feigning ***** in the bedroom I had shared with my wife Saffron ever since we had moved back to her ******** when I was made redundant.

The first click of the door would always be Saffron. She was up earliest every morning as she headed out to a hard day at work, whilst I lazed around the house all day. Saffron was in her late 20s, and incredibly beautiful. She had men falling over themselves to be with her, so it was a surprise to pretty much everyone that she ended up with someone like me. We rarely had sex at all during our 6 year marriage, and even less lately, partly because it probably wasn't much of a turn-on to Saffron to have such a pathetic creature for her husband with no job and no money, and having to live in a tiny room at her ******* all this time. She had always been very materialistic had Saffron, and had always been very proud that all her family would see how well off we were with our extravagant wedding and family home. But recent events meant that I was a dissappointment, and so you probably can't blame her for not wanting any action. The other reason of course was that sex itself wasnt hugely enjoyable for Saffron with me anyway. The fact of the matter is that I have an incredibly tiny dick, just under 3 inches at its hardest, and Saffron found out very soon into our relationship how little I had to offer in that department. So sex when we did have it, was somewhat routine. I would jiggle about inside her for 30 seconds, with her not being able to feel a great deal at all, before I stick my head between her legs and give her the only satisfaction a man in my predicament can. All in all, I was a bit of a loser really, and I still wasn't sure why Saffron didnt just kick me out on my arse and be done with it.

That brings me to the second click of the door, which would always be Saffron's sister, Katie. She was younger than us both by some 10 years having just turned 19, and if heads turned when Saffron passed, when Katie walked by guys also let their tongues get trapped under their feet! She was incredibly hot, and very feisty. Completely opposite to Saffron in almost every way, it was obvious that Katie was getting alot of action. At weekends she was rarely at home, and was clearly spending her time fucking boys, or indeed girls as she was openly bisexual, getting incredibly ***** and doing unspeakable things. Well i say unspeakable, Katie was not one to hold back. She would share every intimate detail of all her nights out with anyone who would listen. Some might have suggested that Katie was a slut, but that word doesn't really fit. Katie is someone who knows what she wants and gets it, so I guess you could say I chose the right sister, because she definately would not want any of what my little man had to offer if she knew about it, which I would guess she doesnt because Saffron is not the type to share those kind of details herself.

The final click would be Saffron's ******, Jean. Jean was in her mid-50s, and her husband had left the family home over 10 years ago and never been replaced in her life. She wasn't a bad looking woman. I mean you could tell that when she was younger, she would have turned heads just like Saffron and Katie do now, and I would imagine she was much more like Saffron in terms of being quite, well normal really. I can't see her ever being the slutty type. She had let herself go quite a bit over the years, put on a few extra pounds, and didnt seem to get the opportunities to go out much, other than to work.

So anyway, there I was, listening intently for the 3 clicks that would mean I was alone in the house again at last, and every morning I would do the same thing. Throwing off my duvet to reveal my nakedness, I brazenly walk through the house and into Katie's bedroom. This was always a tip, like a student room on campus, but it never took me long to find what I sought most. Her dirty panties from the night before. When I found them, I would collapse on Katie's bed, with the panties held firmly against my nose with one hand, as I stroked my tiny member with thumb and forefinger of the other, before cumming all over myself. Immediately, every morning, I would feel a sense of guilt, and would spend much of the next hour ensuring that I hadnt leaked any of my cum onto her bedsheets, and trying to ensure that no evidence remained of my filthy habit, although to be honest with the room in the mess it usually was, and the lack of substance I ever produce, I would doubt she would notice anyway.

On this particular morning though, I was shocked and dissappointed, for Katie's room was immaculate and there was no dirty laundry of any kind in sight. Frustrated and dejected I returned to my bed, wondering how I was going to cope without my daily blast of the scent of my sister-in-laws fragrant panties.

I made my way to the bathroom in the hope that she had cast off her night garments in there which might provide a replacement experience, but alas nothing. Again I pondered my predicament, feeling slightly depressed.

Suddenly though, my cock twitched as I had another idea. Maybe I could sniff Jean's panties? I had no idea what they might smell like, and I had not really thought about it before, but now that the opportunity seemed to have presented itself, I suddenly wished I had thought of this before.

So, still naked and knowing the house was completely empty, I dashed up the stairs to Jean's room and walked right in. Sure enough, there was a pile of clothes just near the door to her en-suite bathroom which I recognized as being what she had worn the previous day, and greedily I grabbed them and hunted to find her panties in the pile. Again though I was dissappointed as the panties were not there. "She must have worn them to bed" I thought, as I struggled to think what she might have done with them next. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a laundry basket, and leaped across her bed to get to it, and sure enough there were plenty of panties in there. I started sniffing and playing with myself, testing to find the ones that smelt the freshest. I say freshest, what I mean is the ones that were most odorous. None of them really smelt like they could be the ones she had obviously been wearing for 24 hours, but there was a pair that had a feint smell of piss and so I collapsed on her bed with those held to my nose in the usual way. Gripping the nub of my cock with my finger and thumb and furiously stroking as I took in the stale aroma. Again because I knew the house was empty, I would usually be making noises and saying Katie's name as I sniffed her panties, which made it feel all the more naughty, so today was no exception, other than the fact I was using her ******** panties, I was still saying Katie's name. I closed my eyes as I felt the point of no return and prepared to catch my cum splashing all over my chest. I had just started, the first drop landing on my belly button when suddenly I heard "WHAT THE FUCK?!!" and opened my eyes to see Jean standing in the door way. It was too late though I couldnt stop myself as the small load of cum I had been waiting to release since yesterday morning flew up onto my chest as I sat up and tried to hide my shame.

"You are in serious trouble Mickey" she said. "How dare you break into my private bedroom, steal my things and masturbate on my bed. I should call the police".

"Oh my god. Jean. I'm so sorry. I.."

She interrupted. "You are married to my ********. And not the ******** whose name you were moaning as you were milking your..." she stopped and stared then started laughing.

"What?" I said "Why are you laughing? Please don't tell Saffron"

"Well I'm sure Saffron already knows what I'm laughing at Mickey." she said. "That is the tiniest cock I have ever seen. And I have seen hundreds I can tell you"

I looked away from her, desperate to find a way out of this embarrassing situation.

"No wonder your having to break into my room and steal my panties. I just thought you didnt have much sex because you were an unemployed good for nothing loser, I didnt expect that it was because her wimp of her husband had such a pathetic excuse for a cock"

"She told you we dont have much sex?" I said.

"No she didnt. ******** intuition. Now, what are we going to do about this" she said, looking me right in the eyes.

"Saffron doesn't need to know about this Jean."

"And what about Katie, I'm sure she'd be interested to know you are wanking your little man whilst calling out her name, don't you think?"

"No, please Jean. No one needs to know about this. It wont happen again"

"Have you done this before Mickey?"

"No, no, never" I said, blushing.

"I dont believe you Mickey. I'm sure the Police will give you a lie detector test and we will find out"

"No police, no. I'll tell you. I have never done it in here before I promise. It was just today. I usually" I stopped, I couldnt believe I was about to say it.

"You usually use Katie's panties dont you Mickey?" she looked at me sternly now

"Yes Jean, sometimes".

"Do you know what I think? I think you have been doing this for a long time Mickey. And I am not really very comfortable with a tiny-dicked pervert living under the same roof as me and my 19 year old *********"

"I'm so sorry Jean." I said, as tears began to well up in my eyes.

"Are you going to cry?" she said in a mock sympathetic tone. "Okay, here's what's going to happen. From now on, you do not set foot in Katie's room, do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Jean. Perfectly" I responded

"Saffron is never going to enjoy having sex with a pathetic baby-dick like that, so that won't solve the real problem of your being so frustrated of course, but I have something else in mind for that."

"You do?" I said, shocked by this, I suddenly started to feel as if something was about to change.

"Yes I do" she said. "You will report here every morning after Saffron and Katie have gone to work. And you will do whatever I say"

"What do you mean?" I continued to look shocked. This was my ***********, who up until a few moments ago, I had assumed had only ever been with her ex-husband in her lifetime. I had no clue that she would be like this.

"Well lets start now shall we, and you will see what I mean. But let me warn you. If you do not do as you are told, Saffron and Katie will find out about this, and I have more than enough evidence for the police too". She held up her mobile phone which clearly showed a picture of me, lying on her bed, her panties to my nose, masturbating for all I was worth. She was blackmailing me, and I knew I had no way out.

"Okay" I said, and looking down I noticed that suddenly I was starting to throb again. I was getting turned on by this.

"It's hard to tell because its so tiny" she said "But it almost looks to me like you are enjoying being blackmailed by me Mickey. Is that so?"

At this point I had no idea what to say. So I said nothing and put my hand over myself to cover it.

"MOVE YOUR FUCKING HAND OUT OF THE WAY!" she screamed

I jumped, and did as she asked, as she held the phone up aimed directly at me. "Now you are on film Mickey. Say hello to the camera"

"Hello" I whispered, then a shoe came hurtling towards me and hit me smack in the face.

"SAY HELLO SO EVERYONE CAN HEAR YOU OR I'LL FUCKING BURY YOU" she shouted.

"Hello" I said much louder this time

"Good, now tell the camera your name" she demanded

"My name is Mickey" I said obediently

"Your full name please" as another shoe struck the side of my head

"Mickey Smith. My name is Mickey Smith"

"Okay, now tell the viewers, what you have been caught doing today."

"I..erm..I was masturbating on your bed" I said as I felt my cheeks go an even brighter shade of red

"And?"

"And I was sniffing your panties whilst I did it"

"Whose panties were you sniffing wimp?"

"Yours. Jean. My ************ panties"

"What else?"

"I was calling out Katie's name."

"And who is Katie?"

"Your ********. My wife's sister"

"And what are you?"

"I am your *********"

"No, you are a pathetic good for nothing pervert with a lame excuse for a cock is what you are. Say it"

"I am a pathetic good for nothing pervert with a lame excuse for a cock"

"Good. Now here's what's going to happen from now on" she said as she put down the camera on the side, propped up so it was still aimed towards me.

"Your cock is of no use to me, but you obviously enjoy sniffing my crotch, so you will make yourself useful to me in lots of other ways."

She lifted her sweater off revealing the large patches of dark fur under her arm pits as she did so, and she noticed my eyes drawn to them.

"You like this?" she said pointing at her arm pits and pulling a little of her hair. "Interesting. You really are a pervert aren't you? AREN'T YOU?"

"Yes Jean" I said quickly

"Get over here" she demanded, and she grabbed my hair as I got to my feet, and rammed my face into her musky left pit.

"LICK THEM" she demanded now."I didnt shower this morning so you will be bathing me with your tongue today and from now on"

She wasn't lying. The smell from her armpits was quite overpowering as I submissively licked them clean, all the time concious of the pre-cum starting to drip from my tiny throbbing cock. Before she yanked me head across to her other pit for the same treatment.

When she was satisfied, she agressively pushed me backwards onto the bed taking me by surprise, where I watched as she removed first her bra, then her tracksuit bottoms, and finally her panties which she flung at me.

"I believe these are the ones you were looking for earlier" she said. "Lick them clean", and she picked up the phone which was still filming and pointed it towards me again.

I put the panties back to my mouth and began to lick them.

"Not like that" she said abruptly. "Stuff them in your mouth. Here I'll do it for you" she reached over and physically stuffed the crotch of the panties into my mouth and held them there, whilst the phone was pushed closer to my face.

Yanking them back out again and throwing both the panties and the phone onto the bed, she said "Okay, now clean this" And she turned around and bent slightly forward facing away from me. She put her hands on her asscheeks and pulled them apart.

I leaned forward, my cock was ready to burst now, as I inhaled the aroma of her unwashed ass. "I said clean not sniff pervert" she said as ****** my head into her ass crack. "Get your tongue in there" she said, and I started to ram my tongue into her fragrant opening.

Suddenly I was aware that without having touched myself at all I was yet again on the verge of exploding. She must have sensed this, as she stopped and yet again threw me back on the bed, before squatting her ass back over my mouth. "carry on, properly this time" she demanded, and again I started probing her asshole with my eager tongue.

She was reaching forward and grabbed hold of my cock with her fingers, and without any warning, I shot a fresh batch of cum which hit her near the belly button and began to drip down towards her thick pubic hair.

"Well good, thats your needs taken care of" she said. "Now clean my cunt you filthy pervert"

She repositioned herself so that her pussy now covered my nose and mouth so I was unable to breath. "CLEAN IT FASTER" she shouted, but I could barely breath. She sat up slightly and spat on my face. "You little bitch. Do it properly or your marriage is over" She squatted down again, and I started licking for all I was worth.

It didnt take very long before she was starting to moan, grinding her pussy so that wet juices were covering my face. She picked up the phone again and looked into it and began to cum, all the time muttering obscenities about "fucking perverts with tiny fucking dicks" being "only good for one thing".

As she finished she rolled off my face, and grabbed my hair. "Follow me" she demanded, and nearly pulled me off the bed, dragging me to the bathroom.

She flung the shower door back and pushed me inside, then ordered me to lie on the floor.

"From now on, whenever I need to piss, I am using you as my private facility. I dont care where you are, if I need to go and you do not get here in time, your secret is out. Now open wide." then she again thrust her pussy into my face, and began to fill my mouth and cover my face and chest in warm golden piss.

Finally when she had finished. She got out of the shower leaving me on the floor and shouted "OKAY KATIE, YOU CAN COME IN NOW"

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Too Many Questions


I work for a small engineering firm and travel often on business. Our firm usually sends two or three people to oversee construction jobs at various locations. We typically stay at small hotels for a week or two at a time, so you end up getting to know the other crew members pretty well. It was one of these trips that changed my life. I'm not one of those people that say they never thought about sex with another guy before. I had thought about it and the idea turned me on but it was not something that I ever thought would be something that I'd act on, more just a curiosity that turned me on, at least in part, because of how out of character it would be for me.

I was in charge of a job in a town a few hours from our home base and would be staying for the week and then coming home for the weekend. A young field engineer named Ken was assigned to the job with me. Ken and I had worked together and I knew he was a pretty good guy. We both liked to go out and have a few beers and enjoy ourselves a bit while we were on the road, so I knew it would be a decent job. Like I said, spending all that time on the road together, you just get to know each other and throw in a few beers and pretty soon you know a lot more about each other than even a lot of your friends know.

We'd been in town for a couple of days and we'd gotten into a routine of having something to eat and then grabbing a few beers and just shooting the **** for a while. It was after more than a couple beers that the subject of women came up, as it often does, and Ken shocked me by telling me that he was gay. I didn't really know what to say and just assured him that was fine with me and that I didn't have any problem with it. After getting back to my room that night, I couldn't stop thinking about it. For some reason, the thought of Ken having sex with another guy was an image that I just couldn't get out of my head. It wasn't long before the guy that I was picturing having sex with Ken was me. I didn't know what to think about all this going through my head, but I kept coming back to images of me sucking Ken's cock. I became so turned on that I began stroking myself and shot a huge load all over my chest while I fantasized about what it would be like to see Ken's cock and take it in my mouth and suck off another man.

The next day at the job site, I couldn't look at him the same. Every time I looked at him, I thought about what he looked like naked, what it would be like to have sex with him, the knowledge that he had sex with other guys was so erotic and I was so curious that I had a hard-on the whole day. We found ourselves out for ****** again that night and I could hardly restrain myself from asking him about it. After a couple of beers, I finally broached the subject. I tried to be casual about it, but I knew that I came across a little awkwardly. I knew it was a little more obvious than I wanted that I wanted to talk about it. At first, I just asked him how long he'd known he was gay, but eventually, the questions became more detailed and I felt like I could see a little bit of a look from him that said that he knew how curious I was about it. He answered all my questions, though, without really letting on what he was thinking. After we'd been there a while, he said very casually, "well, it's about time to get out of here." We'd had a few and had to work in the morning, so it really was about time to call it a night and we headed back to our rooms. As we approached our rooms, which were side by side, he said, "Why don't you come in for a few minutes." I figured what the hell, may as well sit and have another beer before packing it in, so I went into his room with him.

When we walked in the room, he went straight to a chair and sat down and simply said, "Strip for me Tom." I didn't know what to say and just looked at him. "You ask too many questions to pretend you don't want it," he said very confidently and casually. My stomach clenched tight in a knot and I still couldn't speak. I just stood and looked at him with a "deer in the headlights" look. He knew more than I could yet admit to myself. "Strip, now. I won't give you this chance again."

I began to unbutton my shirt and he smiled. "I knew you'd do it," he taunted me. I didn't know, but he seemed to.

I stripped and stood before him. I was embarrassed and uncomfortable but my discomfort seemed to turn me on even more. "Get on your knees," he said and I dropped to my knees. I didn't know where to look. I couldn't make eye contact with him, I was just too embarrassed. He quickly solved my problem by saying, "look at your cock." I could not, but I knew. "I said, look at your cock." I looked down and my cock was raging hard. I could feel every beat of my heart as it coursed through my head, my gut and most of all through my throbbing cock.

"You're hard thinking about having my cock in your mouth, aren't you?"

I couldn't help but nod my head.

"Don't you nod your fucking head at me, say it," he barked.

I could barely speak but I found myself ******* out the words, "my cock is hard thinking about having your cock in my mouth." I couldn't believe these words came from my mouth and I couldn't believe how true they were.

He looked me and let me squirm with that thought for a minute and then began to pull his shirt off over his head. I stared at his chest, so masculine, so clearly different from what I was used to, different from the women that I was "supposed" to be having sex with, what was happening to me? As he undid his belt and began to open his pants, my cock throbbed and a drop of precum oozed from my hard swollen cock. It did not go unnoticed. He smiled, "look at you; you're an eager little slut. Aren't you?" I made a whimpering sound that I didn't recognize. I didn't want his words to be true, but I knew they were. I was his slut and I knew it.

He slid his pants down and I could see his cock bulging against his briefs and I craved it. I stared as he rubbed its length. "Is this what you want?"

My hesitation was gone, "Yes."

He smiled, a smile that said that he knew I had given up any resistance. A smile that said he knew that I'd given up telling myself that, at that very moment, I didn't want to suck his cock more than I'd ever wanted anything in my life. He slid his briefs off and I gasped at the sight of his cock. He stroked once or twice, gently up and down its length while I stared. "Your cock is leaking cum," broke the silence.

I looked down and saw a stream of pre-cum flowing like had never happened to me before. "Wipe it up." he said simply. I reached down and wiped the cum from the head of my cock. "Now look at me and lick it from your fingers."

I froze for a moment, but with great effort, brought my eyes to his and licked the cum from my fingers. With that, any pretense was gone.

"Stand up and come over here," he ordered and I moved towards him. He moved his legs apart and I stood between them. Close. Exposed. Throbbing hard and willing to do whatever he asked if only I could satisfy the newly found craving within me to feel that beautiful cock in my mouth. "Stroke yourself." I took my cock in my hand and moved it slowly, afraid that I would cum immediately.

"Too many questions Tom<" he smiled, "too many questions to not be an eager little cocksucker. Now you'll do anything to satisfy it. Won't you?"

"Yes"

That smile again. "Are you just curious Tom, or do you really want it?" He taunted as he slowly stroked his cock under my unwavering gaze.

"I want it. Please."

"Are you sure," he teased.

"God. Please. Please." I begged.

"Begging isn't good enough. I'm going to show you how badly you want it. I'm going to show you what a natural born cocksucker you are. Keep stroking that cock. Keep stroking it slut. Are you going to be one of those wannabes that loses interest after he comes?"

"No. Please."

He laughs at my quick and eager response. "No. You're not. You're only just going to be getting started when you cum. You'll suck my cock before you cum. You'll suck my cock after you cum. You'll suck my cock any fucking time I tell you to. Won't you?"

"Oh god yes. Oh god, please. Please. Please let me suck it."

"Shut the fuck up. I don't want to hear it any more. Show me. Stroke that cock and cover my cock with your cum. Show me what a slutty little cocksucker you are."

I stroked myself furiously now. I needed to cum. I wanted to cum so he would let me suck his cock. He reached out and pinched my nipples as I stroked myself over his crotch. The pain and pleasure shot to my cock and I exploded like I had never cum before. My knees buckled as I pointed my cock at his. My hand went to the back of the chair for support and my cock throbbed its load all over his cock and balls. Far from coming down from arousal, I was only more aroused. He grabbed my hair and pulled my face to his cum covered crotch and I began to lick and suck like I'd wanted nothing else my whole life.

I ****** my face back and forth, up and down, smearing my face with my cum and saliva. I moaned and licked and finally moved my head up and took his cock into my mouth. His hand continued to grip my hair as his hips started to move up and down fucking my mouth. "Oh yea, suck that cock you fucking slut. Suck it. Oh yea, what a fucking cocksucker you are."

I only moaned louder. I felt like there was nothing else I was meant to do in life but suck that cock. I wanted more than anything to make him cum. I wanted to feel that hot cock throb in my mouth and fill me full of his cum. I wanted him to make me his cocksucking, cum craving, slut.

"You want me to cum in your mouth?"

I wouldn't take his cock out of my mouth to answer, but his question evoked my loudest and deepest moan yet and he had his answer.

"You don't deserve my cum in your mouth yet" and with that, he pushed me off his cock and ****** me backward lying on the floor. He quickly straddled my chest and stroked his cock over my face. His hot cum began to flood my face. He stroked himself fast and hard and shot an impossibly huge load all over my face. I felt another load of my own shooting out onto my belly as he came on my face. He took his cock and wiped it through the cum, smearing it on my face and wiping it towards my mouth. He fucked my mouth a few times with the cum that he had wiped up and then got up abruptly and went into the bathroom, leaving me lying on the floor covered in his cum. I heard the shower start as I lay there. When I'd finally recovered enough, I got up and got dressed and went to my room. I didn't know what to think. I was embarrassed and humiliated and yet never imagined I could be so turned on. I didn't know what tomorrow would hold, but I knew that everything had changed for me. I knew that there was nothing that I wouldn't do to be able to have Ken's cock in my mouth again.

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The Woman Rancher

He had seen the rancher Sheila next door to him she had pointed breasts and a heart shaped ass. Sheila was haughty and did not seem to like him

One day Sheila came to his door she told him, " Your cattle damaged some of my crops.'

Robert told, " I am sorry and will pay for the damage."

Sheila told him, "You will pay dearly or I will take you to court!"

Robert asked," what are your terms?"

Sheila replied, " You will bring 200,000 in an envelope and come to my shed. You will remove all your clothes and lie in the nude on the table. I will brand your ass and nut sack."

Sheila also stated, " I want water rights to the V in between our ranches ", there was a large water reservoir there. "Also I want grazing rights on the north of your ranch. Also I want to run both ranches and get 60 % of the profit."

Robert was becoming excited he told her, "It sounds interesting but I will give you 53 %."

Sheila told him, "I said 60 percent and I will have you on display naked at the Cattlewomen's club plus you will do chores for me naked on your hands and knees."

Robert told her," Draw up the papers and I will sign."

Sheila told him," I will be in touch and I want two 5000 dollar CD's."

Sheila told him," You need to round up your cattle and repair your fence as I am holding them" and then she slapped him on the bottom and told him, "Get moving now!"

Robert went to get this cattle and with his crew got them back home and got his crew to repair the fence."

Sheila later came back, " I got papers for you to sign and you owe me for the storage costs which are 18,000."

Robert tried to argue with her," I am willing to pay the storage costs though not 18,000 and I have questions about you having so munch of the ranch and so munch of a percent and also branding me."

Sheila yelled at him, ""Unzip your pants1"

Robert unzipped his pants.

Sheila told him," Take it out."

Robert took his penis out and Sheila took a picture of his penis.

Sheila told him," Your bad boy exposing your self."

Sheila pressured him, "Sign the papers or I will turn you in plus take you to court."

Robert signed the papers plus made a check out for the storage of his cattle.

Robert went to put his prick away but Sheila stopped him," I did not tell you to do that. Hand me the papers and the check."

Robert went over feeling embarrassed being exposed and gave Sheila the papers and the check.

Sheila was wearing cowboy boots and he could see her green eyes as she was thinking she liked seeing him under her thumb.

Sheila told him, "Be over at the shed at two today I look forward to branding and running the ranches. I like being able to dominate you and you should put your penis back in your pants."

Later in the day around two o'clock Robert drove over and parked by Sheila's house and walked over to the shed. He went into the shed.

He walked over to the table and saw instructions. He removed all his clothes taking off his shirt and pants. Robert folded everything and put them on the side table. Robert had just his briefs on and then removed them feeling very exposed.

He folded them up and put them on the side table. He got upon the table on his stomach and it was raised in the middle and put his hands into the restraints and then lying there he put his feet into the other restrains. Robert was lying with his legs spread. Robert was feeling nervous and excited he could smell heat sources.

Soon Sheila came in locked his feet in the restraints and make sure his hands were secure. Sheila said, "Robert I have you at my mercy look forward to searing your bare flesh.

Sheila brought a large headed branding iron over and told him, " Robert do feel the heat I plan to mark each cheek of your bottom.

Suddenly Sheila brought the hot iron down on his right ass cheek and Robert screamed as it hurt so munch

Sheila then taunted him, "Should I brand your nut sack next and use this big iron."

Suddenly Sheila brought the hot iron down on his left ass cheek and Robert screamed as it hurt so munch."

Sheila taunted him, " I like seeing you nude and branding you."

Sheila took a picture of his nude body.

Then Sheila brought a smaller hot iron down on top of his crack and Robert screamed as it hurt so munch."

Sheila taunted him, " I going to brand. Your nut sack"

Robert felt helpless, as he knew Sheila was going to brand him in a very private place.

Then Sheila brought a smaller hot iron down on his nut sack and Robert screamed as it hurt so munch."

Sheila then rubbed some lotion on his bottom and then started rubbing his nut sack. Sheila released him, "Turn over.'

Sheila then ran over small finger over his nut sack and then over his penis and then went to insert her small finger into his pee hole.

Sheila taunted Robert, " I gotten to teach you as I put my finger inside your pee hole. Robert was feeling nervous but liked being controlled. Sheila worked her finger inside his pee hole bringing him pain and was moving it back and forth bring tears to Robert's eyes

Sheila then took her finger out then told Him, "Follow me into the house."

Robert followed her into the house completely naked as Sheila had all his clothes. Sheila then took him into the house down to her office

She then had him to talk to his bank. Robert called his bank, He told Alice he was naked and wanted to add Sheila to all his accounts."

Alice could see him naked on the web came and she laughed," You are naked!'

Robert felt embarrassed being nude.

Sheila told him, " I like having you on display naked and plan to dominate you more as I have your money."

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Hot College Threesome


Toward the end of my junior year at college I was going out with this hot chick from South Carolina; her name was Michelle. She was a real knockout, probably the best-looking girlfriend I had had up to that date. She stood about 5'10, which was two inches shorter than me, and had long black hair, a perfect curved body, stunning face with hot full lips. To give you a picture, think maybe Monica Bellucci with her hair down Perfect breasts, perfect ass, not too big or small, firm because of regular visits to the gym, and tan because of the tanning salon...no tan lines, which drove me just wild. She was a real fox too...always liked to show off when we went out, and I thought the way she walked, talked, and held herself up were just the sexiest.

Other guys envied me for it, and they should have, because there was nothing I loved doing more than putting it to her; she turned me on so much, we fucked four times a day during some weekends. I loved to throw her around in bed in her dorm room and plug her hot pussy and ass for hours; I don't know where she learned to move that ass, but jamming my seven-inch cock in her pussy from behind while squeezing her tits was just the best as she backed up on my dick and rode it like crazy. She liked it fast, hot, and wild, even rough sometimes, and loved to talk dirty while we did it. We actually were not really using condoms anymore, because she was on the pill, we were both healthy, and it felt so much better without them. She was willing to try just about anything, and we did; for my birthday that spring, she fulfilled one of my fantasies to the max, and I got to fuck both her and her hot best friend and roommate Jenna for a whole night non-stop. Needless to say, it was much better than I had imagined...

Well, her birthday is actually really close to mine, only two weeks later, and she asked me for a favor in turn. You can guess what it is...that I do the same for her that she did for me. Michelle wanted a threesome with me--and another guy. I was sort of reluctant at first, but I couldn't really refuse and still be fair...and anyway, she was so hot, she had enough power over me to convince me into anything, and we both knew it. So I decided to go along with it. Little did I know what sorts of things this would lead to...anyway, though, as I said, I agreed, and we spent the week leading to her birthday in April trying to decide who the lucky guy was going to be. We even went to a night-club to look around! Mostly, we looked through our friends and acquaintances. Problem was, 'chelle just wasn't interested in any of my friends; finally she set her sights on this guy Brad on my swimming team. I tried to convince her against it, but it was clear she had made up her mind. This really pissed me off at first...

First, let me tell you something about myself; like I said, my name's Dave, and I was 20 when all this happened. It was my third year, and I was on the swimming team, which at my school was a pretty big deal. I was pretty serious about it too, and I was hoping to become team captain next year. My specialty was the butterfly; and so my body was slightly beefier and more muscular than your typical freestyle swimmer's. I stood about six foot tall, pretty well defined (though with the swimmer's microscopic layer of fatty tissue for buoyancy), dark brown hair, blue eyes. I guess girls found me pretty good-looking, because I never had trouble in that field. Together with Brad, I was probably the best swimmer in my class; and so we were actually competing for the top captain spot. I'm sure Michelle chose him just to tease me...it's not that Brad and I hated each other or anything, but we did engage in light banter and stuff, just the usual laid-back, mildly stand-offish things you'd expect between two guys our age competing for an athletic spot. I'm sure, though, that Michelle's decision wasn't entirely based on her desire to spice things up by choosing a sports competitor; I could see what made her choose Brad, and I guess I sort of resented him for it.

Brad was just a hair's breadth taller than me, at about 6'1 or 6'2 at most, and had about five to ten pounds of muscle on me too. In contrast to my (and Michelle's) dark hair, he had blonde hair. He also had amazing muscle definition--unusual for a swimmer--and you could see practically every muscle in his body when he moved. Brad had a handsome, boyish face...think Kip Pardue or Casper Van Dien, a tan, and was just an all-around SoCal hunk. He also had an attitude, and I guess this was part of his way with girls, and in fact in our freshman year he had briefly dated (i.e. fucked) Jenna, Michelle's best friend, who I also had for my birthday about two weeks before this whole thing happened. I guess Michelle must have heard something about his s****s in bed from her friend, and maybe knew through her friend what I and all my teammates could see during practice and in the showers--that Brad was hung big-time. I mean, I was certainly not bad myself, but I have to admit it, Brad's cock was bigger than mine, and it was pretty thick too. He really liked to rub this in sometimes, of course as a joke, especially whenever he did better than me in practice, and we both found it funny and bantered around. As I said, things were competitive, but neither one of us was an asshole or anything.

Anyway, it was getting close to Michelle's birthday, and she convinced me to speak with Brad, so he could join us for her special night I kept putting it off until it got to Friday, and it was my last chance to speak to him before Saturday, which was the chosen day. I didn't really get a good chance to do it all that week, and you can imagine it was sort of awkward...I mean, Brad and I weren't really friends or anything, just acquaintances and teammates. Finally, Friday afternoon, after showers, I got Brad alone in the locker room, while the other guys had left or were heading out. It had been a difficult practice, and we were both taking it slow; in fact he had topped me quite badly that day in practice. Actually, come to think of it, I had lagged behind him the whole week, and I was starting to get worried about the captain spot, which would be chosen soon. Brad and I had been pretty even the whole year, but over the past week, he had surged ahead, and I knew I'd have to work twice as hard the coming week. So anyway, I went up to him and we were chatting and bantering like usual, when I explained to him my situation and request. It was actually easier than I had thought, Brad was a pretty laid-back guy and knew how to put people at ease.

"Sure thing, Dave, let's show your chick a hot time tomorrow...team all the way!" We both laughed. "Why not the whole team," he asked in jest. I had a picture in my mind of Michelle and me and the whole team on her...she certainly had the appetite for it.

"I think she just wants it intimate and special for tomorrow," I winked, and he laid his hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah, well bro, she's going to get the Brad special of the day," he said, cupping the impressive bulge in his boxers. "You know I always thought Michelle was a total hottie, dude; was gonna wait 'till next year to boff her tho," he winked and nudged me. "Captain's privilege and all that. Guess you just couldn't wait," he continued, smiling.

"Yeah, just make sure to wear clean underwear tomorrow," I released myself from his friendly, if slightly patronizing arm, "You're certainly gonna **** your pants when coach names me the captain in May." We shared a chuckle.

"Keep dreaming, dude," he continued and lightly slapped my ass, "and as for tomorrow, you can bet on clean undies; you're gonna be cleaning my spunk off your girl's sheets for weeks to come anyway, bro, so..." We both giggled and I smacked his back with my dry towel. We actually got along really well for the rest of the day, and went out for a beer. We ended up talking, and I realized Brad is actually a pretty cool guy. He did ask me about how come I chose him for the birthday bash the next day...I mean we didn't really hang before this, right? Was it just that I only wanted her to get the best performance possible, he winked? I was sort of embarrassed to answer the question, but I told him it was Michelle's idea; he got this smug look on his face and then dropped it. We chilled well into the night, and then we were getting tired, and it was time to go.

"Alright dude," Brad said, "see you and...uh...have a good nap tonight, you'll need it. I've done this before, and the other guy usually can't keep up with me," and he shot me this cocky grin. I yawned, pretending not to care, and we exchanged byes; but seeing Brad strut out of the bar, his back muscles playing under his t-shirt, I was sort of anxious. Not a lot, just a little; I mean, this guy was 100% hunk stud, I was sure he could fuck like a machine. I mean he said he'd done this before, and I could see why; I'm sure it was always the girl's request over her boyfriend's reluctance. But my dick also twitched a little, and I was excited and looking forward to the next day. I didn't really know what to expect.

Brad got to my place Saturday around 11 at night. Michelle and I decided to have our "party" at my place, because I had a decent one-bedroom apartment all to myself, as my parents were pretty well-off. I had invited Michelle to live with me, but mostly she just ended up ******** over most nights of the week, when it was convenient. Tonight she was wearing a tight-fitting dress that exposed her tan arms, chest, and part of her firm back; her breasts pressed up against the front, and the dress ended mid-thigh, showing off her long, gorgeous legs. We had already had a couple of ****** by the time Brad rang the bell. When he came in, for the first hour or so it was just like a regular get-together and we were just doing small-talk; I was a little miffed at some of Brad's attitude, which had come back again, pretty strong. Like for example he was telling me all night what ****** to fix for him while he got to know Michelle, and one time he even told me to go to his car to get some pot he'd forgotten.

Michelle seemed to be having a blast watching all this. He was still cool for the most part, but sometimes he was just fucking rude and acted like he owned the place, with his typical bad-ass surfer 'tude; though I guess technically, he _was_ doing us a favor, even if I didn't see it like that--I mean most guys would **** for a night with 'chelle. Anyway, we smoked up a little, but not enough to get totally high, and had a few ******, but not enough to be *****. We were actually getting along pretty well, and like I said, Brad knew how to put people at ease; he and Michelle didn't really know each other, so we spent the first two hours or so of the night just getting comfortable. Then around 1, Michelle went to the bathroom.

"Hey Dave..." Brad shot me this devilish grin. "Let's take our clothes off man...we'll wait for 'chelle in our boxers, she's gonna be totally into it." I thought it was a good idea, and we both stripped to our boxers. Brad was wearing white boxer briefs that really stood out against his tan body; I admired his rippling muscles for a few seconds. I had pretty good mass and definition too, just not like Brad. My dick twitched again, and I realized Brad's body was sort of turning me on; in fact, I had gotten a little thrill the whole night out of his bad-boy attitude, and now I realized I was looking forward to what was coming next.

When Michelle came back into the living room she let out an appreciative moan.

"Boys..." she smiled, "don't start without me..."

But instead of getting on the couch Michelle sat on the floor with her back on the couch. Then she shot us both seductive looks,

"It's been a long day..." she cooed, "...I think I need a massage; why don't you guys get to work," she smiled, and laid her long hair on the front of her shoulder, so that her luscious tan back was exposed.

Just the sight of her shoulders was enough to get me totally hard. Brad and I got a bottle of baby oil, and poured it on her shoulders. I got her left and he got her right. Michelle started moaning right away. Brad took the initiative and unzipped the back of her dress; Michelle's tan, firm and feminine body stood out against the dazzling white of her dress, and now most of her back was exposed. Pretty soon it was shining with oil;

"Boys...you guys should start a masseuse class," she said, smiling, and eyes half-closed.

Pretty soon her dress was crumpled and folded around her waist, as we spread the baby oil on her firm breasts and fit stomach, and massaged. Both Brad and I were sporting major wood in our boxers; we started licking Michelle's nipples, I got her left, and Brad got her right. All of a sudden Michelle grasped our cocks through the boxers and started massaging us in turn; I gasped, and Michelle and Brad shared a chuckle.

"Getting excited Dave," Michelle shot me a seductive look that almost had me cumming in her hand. I started nuzzling and biting lightly at her neck, while Brad did the same for her shoulder. Michelle was slowly jacking us off and made small moans of pleasure. I could see, in the mirror of the far side of the living room, that my and Brad's bodies were slightly covered in the oil too now, which made things so much hotter; Brad's tan muscles looked awesome oiled as he kissed and carressed Michelle's shoulder. Looking at him, I realized he had yet again taken the initiative and was already fingering Michelle's pussy. This was the reason she had started to moan much louder. I was a bit worried now about what he had said the day before...that it would be hard to keep up with him; but the whole thing was turning me on too, so I decided just to go with it and have fun.

The feeling of Michelle's fingers and nails slowly pumping my meat was turning me totally hot, and I figured it was the same for Brad. Soon Michelle turned to me and gave me a full-mouth kiss, and we wrestled tongue for a while. Then she turned to Brad and did the same with him; through this he kept fingering her pussy expertly with two fingers, so she got really into kissing him. She bit at his lower lip in total heat, and then they licked each other tongues for a while.

Seeing my girlfriend open-mouth kiss with another guy was really turning me on for some reason, and more so since the other guy was Brad. Michelle soon turned and gave me the same open-mouth treatment, and I felt her tongue tickle mine. Like I said, I was about to burst throughout this whole episode, and only by really making an effort was I able to control myself. I wanted this to last. There was techno music lightly playing in the background, and the lights were dim, so it was perfect.

Soon, however, Michelle started spreading the oil on our bodies and she licked my chest and stomach, and also Brad's. She was really getting into having two guys at her disposal. The sight of her sharp, beautiful tongue licking and tickling Brad's muscular pecs and the ridges of his oiled abs almost had me shooting again...I would have if her hand was still on my cock, but now she was using each hand to lower our boxers. She downright gasped when Brad's thick monster sprang up and slapped his hard abs with a sound. Soon our boxers were at our knees, which is also where Michelle's dress ended up, we had totally undressed her; Brad had basically ripped off her sexy thong panties.

Michelle grabbed my cock, but did not jack it (I would have come if she had) while she licked the tip of Brad's huge dick. Pretty soon she was licking the thick, vertical shaft up and down as Brad lay back against the couch, a look of pleasure and ecstasy in his face. His oiled, muscled chest was heaving as he felt Michelle's lush mouth worship and tease his cock. Brad lay one muscular arm on the couch, while he rested the other one lightly on the back of Michelle's neck.

Soon Michelle, looking straight into Brad's eyes, engulfed the head of his great cock in her hot mouth; I could see a smug look of total pleasure in Brad as he looked into my girlfriend's eye while she was taking his cock in her mouth. Seeing the girl I had gone out with for the past few months go down on this oiled, muscular hunk who was my main competitor on the swimming team really got me charged and hot for some reason, and I was about to come, so I released myself from Michelle's grip. This allowed her to use both hands to explore Brad's oily, defined abs and muscular thighs and ass.

I could see she was really getting turned on and getting into sucking Brad's dick. Now I only had a view of her from behind, so I could see her perfect tan ass and her long black hair bobbing up and down in front of Brad's awesome eight-pack. I was surprised, and flattered, when Michelle yanked herself away from his hips and lunged to mine. She took my cock in her mouth at once, almost to the root, and I could feel her hot tongue swirling around the shaft.

I moaned and also fell with my back to an armchair. The feeling of Michelle's mouth on my cock as she explored my oily, fit body with her hands and nails was driving me crazy; I could see Brad in front smiling back at me like a fox, but friendly. His light blond hair, which stood out yellow against his tan body was slightly wet with sweat now, and sticking to his forehead.

"Feel good, man?" he asked me, smiling.

"Ogh...fuck yah..." I moaned as I snapped my head back.

I was even about to come, but Brad's voice reminded Michelle that we had a guest here, with a hot cock to boot, so she stopped making love to mine and lunged back at his. Her oily, tan, firm body, with a great full, but firm ass and breasts looked the best I could ever remember at this point. Brad and I had moved closer, and he had a hand around my shoulder, and for the next few minutes Michelle went back and forth from his cock to mine. She really had to adjust her lips to take in the full girth of his thick cock, and I was surprised and totally hot to see she was able to do that. Also, Brad had started to carress my shoulder with the tips of his fingers, and that was driving me almost over the edge too.

I was in total ecstasy; he had a slight smile of satisfaction on his face as he looked at Michelle engulf his cock. Michelle, I noticed, though in a haze, I was so turned on, was spending a lot more time in the intervals she was going down on Brad than on me. Pretty soon, he had grabbed the back of her head and was pumping her mouth up and down on his long, thick, hot cock. Michelle, I could see, was making every effort to oblige and deep-throated him to the max, slightly gagging and chocking on the head of his battering ram.

She looked up, wide eyed, to his face, and he looked back at her with a smug sense of pleasure, and this totally turned me on. I was pretty close, only inches away from Michelle's face, and I didn't know what to make of it when Brad released my shoulder and in fact even pushed me away a bit with the side of his strong forearm. Then he used his now-free hand, to join the other one on the back of Michelle's head, and pump her two-handed down on his powerful tool. Michelle was going totally wild with ecstasy while sucking Brad's cock, I could see, and hand her hands running everywhere on his body, feeling his oily, rippling muscles.

I was left pretty much on the side, and starting jacking off, but slow. It was totally driving me hot for some weird reason to see Michelle, the girl I basically lived with, go down on my cocky rival for the swimming team. And it also turned me on that he was moving in, taking over, that he had pushed me away...this drove me way hot, and I didn't understand why...I mean, I knew I SHOULD have gone behind her and taken her pussy now, but somehow I remained paralyzed watching her take the full length of Brad's cock over and over again. Pretty soon Brad was about to come, I could see, his body was getting tense; so he took 'chelle's head off his thick cock, with a pop. Strands of spit were running from her lips to the tip of Brad's dick, and his shaft glistened with her saliva.

"Fuckk...." Brad said softly, looking down at her..."lick my balls, Michelle," he told her, and she did. While Michelle was licking and sucking wildly at Brad's balls, he was still looking slightly down at her, and said,

"Ogh, fuck man...I can see why you like this bitch...fuuuck...she's a fucking expert at giving head, dude...had to stop before I shot down your girl's throat, Dave...wanna make this last...oh yeah," he said, slightly smiling. Soon though Brad, raised Michelle up by the back of her head and kissed her deeply. I could see his tongue must have been like halfway down her throat. Michelle was totally covered in oil and sweat, and I could see things were getting pretty hot...she ran her hands all over his body, feeling the muscles on his back and ass. Then Brad took her by her armpits and even sort of threw her lightly on the couch. I could see from behind now as Brad stood up and then lay over Michelle's sprawled body.

Then it happened; Brad pinned down Michelle's hands, with his left hand, on the backrest of the couch and used his powerful, muscled tan thighs to spread her legs. I saw his tight muscle-ass descend and contract as he used his right hand to guide his cock into my girlfriend's hot pussy. Michelle at this point surprised and shocked me with a loud screech.

"Oohhh faack, Brad! Your cock's so fuckin' huge!" Brad said nothing as he worked in more of his cock, stretching Michelle's pussy more than it had ever been. Michelle now moaned and screamed incoherently in pain and pleasure; she kept exclaiming,

"Brad, your fuckin' cock's so THICK!!!" I even thought she might be in pain or trouble, but she made no effort to stop him, and I was just getting too turned on watching Brad fill my girlfriend with his huge cock to do anything. In fact, I'm sure she was having the time of her life. I watched for a few minutes from behind as the muscles in Brad's back and ass contracted and relaxed as he gave my girl the fucking of her days; she was moaning like a bitch in heat, incoherently, and kept repeating how his cock was so huge, how he was so fucking strong.

"Fuckin' A yah Brad, take me with your giant cock....oh fuuuuck!" Michelle moaned and screeched. "That tight pussy's all yours, stud!"

Michelle liked to talk dirty, and it was getting me trembling, I was so hot to hear her talk dirty to this cocky stud. He had been right. Brad had moved in, and I couldn't keep up; I was transfixed on everything he was doing to her, the power of his awesome muscles and body taking over my girl. This threesome had become pretty much a twosome, as I was left on the side, jacking my hungry cock. But it gave a total thrill for some reason to see Brad totally rule the day like that. It was great for Michelle too, I know it, to have this stud fuck her silly while I watched helpless.

Pretty soon Michelle had a huge orgasm, basically screeching so loud I'm sure all the neighbors were on to us. Her legs were up in the air now, brushing Brad's powerful fit sides, as he grabbed her hips and slammed home into her, his hips moving fast and making loud slapping sounds as they hit hers. Brad kept goading her on throughout her orgasm....

"You gonna cum for me? Huh Michelle?" With every question he slammed harder into her, but only his hips moved, his upper body remained pretty relaxed and motionless. "You gonna cum for me in front of your boyfriend, huh?"

This is when she started screeching. Brad kept repeating "Yeah, yeah, yeah," throughout her ecstatic orgasm, but in an aggressive way that really turned me (and her) on. Michelle's orgasm would have driven any other guy over the edge, I'm sure, but Brad just kept going.though more slowly now. I actually got up to get closer and watch, but when I got close Brad pushed me away with his elbow. For some weird reason, this cocky act gave me a thrill, and I started jacking off furiously watching his thick cock go in and out of Michelle's pussy.

"Got a hot fuckin' tight cunt, ohh **** yeah..." Brad moaned.

Michelle's total orgasm was pretty much over now, but Brad didn't stop there. For the next half hour or so, he put on a real show. He fucked Michelle bent over a couch, over a chair, and up against the living room wall. He even cock-walked her, lightly slapping her firm ass, to the kitchen and gave her a good fuck in front of the sink while she watched, in the mirror in front of them, his handsome face and body go at her from behind.

Meanwhile, I was still standing, watching, slowly jerking myself off. Brad's power and masculinity were amazing, and I just felt privileged to watch him. That hour it was like he taught me a real lesson about how to fuck a girl---my girl, in this case. I even think Michelle caught my eye in the kitchen sink mirror and smiled at me wickedly. She was totally getting off on being ravaged like that in front of me, while I watched with my dick in my hand.

Brad eventually came into her hot pussy while he had her pinned in the air to the wall of our bedroom, where the fuck marathon had taken them. Michelle was a total mess, sweaty and oiled, and I could see his ass muscles contract as he pumped my girlfriend's hot pussy with loads of cum. All the while Michelle was screeching through another one of the many orgasms she had that night, the biggest one yet this time:

"Fill me with your hot cum Brad! OOoh fuck yeah, fuckin' take that pussy with your cock, stud!!" she moaned and yelled on incoherently.

This continued for more than a minute as he spurted up her insides again and again. Then they full-mouthed kissed for a little while, and then, still with his cock inside her, Brad, still basically carrying her, threw her down on our bed, a total mess, and slowly took his thick tool out of her hungry pussy. I looked at Michelle...it looked basically like she was in a trance or coma of pleasure, laying back, eyes half closed, sweaty, oiled, breathing heavily, a satisfied smile on her face. Sex with Michelle and I had always been hot, even wild, but I had never been able to satisfy her like this; it took Brad to bring her to this level, and the thought that my rival had so totally cock-blocked me in this threesome and showed her a better time than I ever could, was totally driving me hot, and I didn't know what to do.

Brad stood up in front of the bed where he had thrown the totally-fucked Michelle--our bed--and stretched, showing off his oiled unbelievable defined muscles. His dick was still hard and he looked totally amazing; his face was slightly flushed, though it was not completely red, because he was tan; his hair was pretty sweaty, and sticking to his forehead. He smiled at me.

"Enjoy the show, Dave?" He smiled. "Told you wouldn't be able to keep up, babe," he smirked, and walked by me, slapping my ass.

My cock twitched when he did this. Brad went to the corner of the bedroom, where he slightly wiped his face off with one of my shirts. I was still transfixed looking at his muscles. Brad turned around, a cocky, smug grin still playing on his boyish, handsome face.

"So'd you like to see me fuck your girl silly dude?" I looked back at him, totally in heat, not knowing what to say. I was sort of embarassed by the question though.

"Looks like you did," he answered his own question, and smacked the tip of my cock with two fingers from his right hand. "Your dick says it all, bro..."

My cock just about burst when he touched me. Then I noticed he was looking at Michelle again. I looked at her too...she was in the same condition.

"Looks like she's worn out, man," said Brad. "Too bad..."

He looked down at his thick cock, still rigid and demanding. It was still covered with Michelle's pussy juices, and the thought of what he had just done to her totally thrilled me again.

"...Who's gonna take care of this?" He smiled, suggestively at me.

It was clear what he meant. At this point, I sort of panicked...

"Uhm...I don't know what you're saying Brad..." I was speaking with pauses and stops, I was still so turned on. "...I mean...I don't do that, I'm not gay..."

He smirked at me and walked by. I thought he had dropped the whole thing, but in fact as he was walking by, he grabbed my wrist, and led me toward and armchair. It was easy for him to lead me like that, more like a rag doll, since I was still weak and limp from being so turned-on. Brad sat confidently smiling down on my armchair, still holding on to my wrist, legs spread open. Then he applied so much pressure to my wrist that it got really painful, and I ended up kneeling right in front of him. I had an inkling of where all this was going.

"Suck my dick, man," said Brad, casually, but with a slight tone of command in his voice. I hesitated. "Come on Dave....don't be such a pussy...this is a threesome, right? You've been on the sidelines all night, dude, this is not a spectator sport..." he grinned again, and his friendly smile put me at ease. "Gotta join in, right Dave?"

I looked at his still-hard spearhead cock, still glistening with Michelle's juices. It got me totally hot. I was still reluctant...I mean...I wasn't gay, right? I didn't suck cock.

"Fuck it, Dave, just do it, man...look..." he grabbed the base of his cock and waved the head close to my face, "it's even got your girl's hot pussy-spit on it, it will make it easier for you," he smiled. "You've eaten 'chelle out before, right dude?" I nodded to him. "You can even just start by licking it," he said.

Then, with a hand still applying pressure to my wrist, and the other on the back of my head, Brad, pushed me closer to his cock. The heat coming from that monster battering-ram was amazing. Getting so close to it, I was totally consumed with lust, and I dropped all my inhibitions: I couldn't control myself...I wanted Brad's hot cock! I started licking the shaft up and down like a dog in heat...the feel was strange. Brad's cock was soft, the skin smooth, but all hard...like the rest of his awesome, muscular body. The taste of Michelle's pussy was driving me crazy too, and also the idea of where this cock had just been and what it had just done. Meanwhile, Brad was talking down to me,

"Oh fuck yeah, that's it dude...do it Dave, do it...lick my cock, dicklicker...fuck I knew you'd totally be into this dude, from the time I saw you checkin' me out in the showers...just had to take you out of your shell, dicklicker, and knew you'd be all over my big meat..."

Brad kept teasing me like that, but I didn't care; in fact it even turned me on more, if that was possible. I was totally into his cock now, and didn't even think as I engulfed the head in my mouth. Slowly, I ended up kissing more and more of Brad's amazing, powerful cock over the next few minutes. Pretty soon, my lips were spread so wide my jaws hurt, and I felt the head poke at the entrance to my throat. I almost started to gag, but Brad used the grip he had on my head to push me down further on his cock. I started *******, and tried to push off against his muscular thighs; but they were like rocks, and I couldn't budge him. I was *******.

"FUCK! AWESOME!" Brad exclaimed. "Nothin' like breaking through a fag's throat for the first time!"

It sort of shocked me that Brad had called me that, but like I said, his talking down to me was turning me on even more.

****** on my big meat, cocksucker!" Brad released me though just as I was starting to get desperate. I thought I'd even pass out. Brad fucked my face for the next few minutes, bobbing my head up and down like a toy on his manly cock. The girth of his hot dick felt amazing going in and out of my mouth, battering my throat. At one point he ordered me to cover my teeth with my lips; I wasted no time in complying. I was not exactly in a position to resist at this point: my main rival on the swimming team was clearly stronger than I was, had just driven home the point driving my girl over the edge like I never could, and now had my mouth stretched around his cock, his cockhead down my throat, and was calling me his personal little cocksucker. I got SUCH a fucking thrill out of this though...it seemed so perverted, wicked, degrading, but exciting too for all this to happen...I got a hint of what Michelle must have experienced, and my cock almost burst without touching myself.

Little did I know this was just the start of where Brad would decide to take us tonight. Pretty soon Brad released his grip on the back of my head and lay back on my armchair, resting his hands behind his head. I did not pull off his cock, but now willingly and on my own continued bobbing my head up and down its powerful, scorching hot length, hoping to give this dominant stud as much pleasure as I could...he deserved it, I felt. I looked slowly up the square ridge of his powerful abs, past his slowly expanding and contracting massive swimmer's chest, onto his handsome face, and then our eyes met. I could see he clearly liked the sight of me giving him head, and had a look of complete power and pleasure in his face.

He looked like he owned the place, and I nearly shot myself again, thinking what this whole scene must have looked like to one of my teammates or the coach: this smug jock I was supposed to be competing against, lying on armchair with his hands behind his head, comfortable, in my bedroom, with my freshly-totally-fucked girlfriend in my bed, while I was going down on him.

In a way, I felt like I wanted to get up, beat him up, and make him suck ME; but in another way, I felt like I just wanted this to go on...in fact I sort of knew I couldn't take him even if I wanted to. I felt the hard, relentless oiled muscles in his abs and powerful thighs and I knew who was boss in this room. Soon Brad ordered me to stop. I obeyed and looked up into his handsome face, the head of his cock only about an inch away from my mouth, and the shaft totally covered in my spit.

"Open your mouth," he said, curtly. I did. "Stick out your tongue." I did this too. Brad proceeded to beat the head of his cock on my tongue. The only sounds in the room were the slapping wet sounds of his dick slamming on my tongue again and again. Then Brad beat my face a few times with his hard cock and told me to stand up. As I did, I got a view of the bed, and noticed that Michelle was no longer in her ecstatic stupor. In fact she was resting on her haunches now and supporting herself with one hand, while she rubbed her clit with the other. Clearly, she was getting totally turned on by what Brad had just ****** me to do. She had a wicked, hot look in her eye.

"Mmmm..." she cooed..."that's so fuckin' BAD, Brad," she said. "How's a real man's cock taste, Dave?" she asked me, smiling, but sort of teasing.

She was playing along with the whole thing, and it was driving me crazy. I wanted to just jack off right now on her or in her. Brad, however, had other plans for the night. I felt Brad stand up. Before I could turn, he had grabbed me by my armpits, and he pushed me to the bed. I could feel his oily muscles and heat behind me. I also felt the tips of his nipples scrape against my back. Michelle smiled and retreated to the far end of the bed to give us space, because Brad sort of just unceremoniously pushed me on my own bed. I was still standing on the floor but I was bent over, and my chest and stomach were on the bed.

SLAP! SLAP! I suddenly felt two loud slaps on my ass and yelped. Michelle giggled, putting her hand to her mouth, and I heard a chuckle from Brad too.

"Raise your ass up in the air, cocksucker," said Brad. I actually got a thrill from this scene, and I thought he was going to spank me some more, so I did. "Gonna teach you some hot team discipline, dicklicker," said Brad, in a joking sort of way.

I even giggled for a second. This was turning into a fun game, I thought. However, I soon felt Brad's strong hands get a vicelike grasp on my wrists, which were now on the bed, and he rested his elbows, quite painfully, on my forearms. I also felt his powerful thighs on my hamstrings, and his knees spread my own knees pretty far. Before I could even make the connection, I felt the tip of Brad's cock move up and down my ass-crack. All of a sudden I panicked, genuinely, and I could see Michelle get a blast from my reaction. I did not expect that Brad would want to fuck me, and now I thought this was taking it too far. I mean, I enjoyed the rest of the things we had done tonight, in a sick way I thought, and it was playful and everything, but this would be the real thing. Brad would mount me and drive his cock up my ass, and I'd end up literally fucked by my competitor on my own bed. This was not something I was planning on, and not something I wanted to happen.

"Hey Brad..." I said, "alright dude...very funny...you can stop now..." But Brad just found the entrance to my hole and started applying a bit of pressure. He was actually going to do it!

"Yo Brad man...fuckin' stop, this isn't funny...we've done enough..." Brad chuckled and I felt the heat of his breath on the back of my neck.

"It's never enough Dave...besides, you've already become my cocksucker, why not take the next step," he giggled again, and so did Michelle. I couldn't believe the girl I had gone out with for the past few months, and who had been so devoted to me, was now watching amused as I was about to be penetrated on my own bed.

"Anyway," Brad continued, like it was all a big joke, "this is a threesome, and...uhm...you have to participate," at this they both giggled. "And it's Michelle's night anyway," Brad continued. Though it looked a lot more like Brad's night now. "And...uhm..." he giggled, "it all depends on what she wants, right? So..." he looked at Michelle, "what will it be, babe? Wanna watch your bf here become a total bitch to me tonight or what?"

I knew the cause was lost when I looked up in Michelle's eyes. That wicked, mocking look was still there...she was having a blast watching this whole show.

"Fuck the **** out of him, Brad," she said, smiling wickedly. "Show him what it's like to get stud-fucked."

Michelle ran a nail across my lips as she said this. I started to struggle, but Brad's hot muscle body was like a weight of marble on top of me, and wouldn't budge. I realized I was still hard, and the feel of Brad's body on top of mine was wild...was I enjoying this? Brad wasted no time in drving the head of his cock through my ass in one powerful thrust. The pain and shock took my breath away...in fact I think I may have passed out for a second or two.

"Yeah!!" screamed Michelle, and clapped. "Take that ass, stud!" Brad single-mindedly worked his gigantic tool up my ass inch by inch. I felt I was getting split in half as he drove in the unbelievable girth of his cock. Brad was biting and licking at the back of my neck; there was something about the feel of his cock coming up my ass that was in a way incredibly unbelievable and erotic. But I was in too much pain...

"Brad," I pleaded unconvincingly, "please dude...stop...it hurts! FUCK! It hurts, please stop...." Michelle giggled.

"Don't worry about the pain, bro," said Brad. "It's gonna stop soon...besides....you like it," said Brad as he really slowly invaded my ass with his cock. "I've taken girls up the ass before, and I know you'll love it...you're hard right now, see?"

I gasped as he groped my rock-hard dick a little. He was right. He continued.

"I'm sure you've done this with Michelle before..." Michelle giggled,

"Right Dave," she said in a mocking tone. "Gotta be fair," she giggled. "Here," she said and stuck two fingers in my mouth, "suck on these, it will be easier for you," she chuckled again.

I felt totally invaded by Brad, I felt he was completely taking over. I decided it was useless fighting. My body went limp...I let Brad totally dominate me...I was starting to like the idea of this, again, in that perverted way.

"That's it cocksucker," said Brad. "Give it up to me...I'm takin' your cherry all the way whether you like it or no, dude...gonna use your ass as a pussy, Dave, gonna make you my bitch, faggot...ffuuuuck...fucking tight ass, man," Brad exclaimed, the fingers of his hands now dug into my sides, as with my hands I grabbed at the sheets on my bed.

"Gonna get everything your girlfriend got and more, cunt," he said, and Michelle moaned seductively. At this point I was still in a lot of pain, but I finally felt Brad's massive thighs slam against my hamstrings, his shins brushing against my calves, and his pubes scratching my asscheeks. He had done it; Brad had me totally impaled on his cock. He had busted my cherry right in front of my girl.

"You like the feel of my cock in you, fag?" he asked, and flexed his powerful weapon inside my ass. I moaned back. "Yeeeahh..." said Brad in a sort of long way.

After this Brad wasted no time going about fucking me. He gave me a few short thrusts with his cock while his chest and hard abs still lay on top of my back. These still hurt a lot. But then he raised up and he was taking me doggy-style now, in long thrusts. Pretty soon the pain started to subside. Brad had his powerful hands fixed in a grip on my hips as he enjoyed himself long-dicking my tight, up-to-now virgin ass. This had started as a threesome, a game, and in many ways maybe it still was; but Brad must have gotten a total power-trip out of fucking his rival in front of his girlfriend like that, out of totally dominating me. I could see Michelle moaning, her breasts covered with oil, droplets of sweat everywhere, fingering her clit as she watched the much stronger guy who had given her a total fucking tonight, ram her boyfriend up the ass.

Brad's thrusts were steady and long, and I started feeling something new now...most of the pain had gone away, though there was still pain, but for the most part it felt somehow good...incredible feelings started coming from my ass now as Brad fucked me; I also loved the feel of his thighs slamming against my legs with each in-thrust. And I loved the idea, that another guy my age, whom I was competing against to be captain, was fucking me up the ass right in my bedroom, in front of my girl, after he had just fucked her. All these thoughts going through my head drove me wild, and I started desperately bucking up against this dominant jock's hips as he rammed into me.

"Fuck yeah dude," Brad said, in his sexy surfer voice. "Back that ass on my cock, bitch. Give it up, pussy! Fuckin' hot!" I was totally gone with ecstasy, moaning, sucking on Michelle's fingers as Brad fucked me and twisted my nipples. I also really liked the sudden slaps he would sometimes do on my ass with his hand, really driving me like a whore. Brad bent over me again, and I could feel his oily, hot, sweaty mounds of muscles, as he grabbed me by my midsection.

With no effort, he picked me up like the limp bitch he had made me that night and cock-walked me in front of my bedroom mirror, where he proceeded to give me a total power-fuck. At first I was bent over and could look into his smug, superior handsome face as he slammed into me. But then Brad really drove his cock up my insides and I let out a yelp of pain and pleasure. While I was totally full of Brad-dick like that, this hot stud wrapped his arms around me and drove me to the floor, until I was sitting on his cock, and he was sitting on his ass, his legs between mine, my legs spread impossibly, to accomodate this superior jock's thrusts into my ass. It was just so shocking, so perverse, and so good to have come into this position; I had in my mind our encounters in the locker room, when we had bantered man-to-man, but now this muscular blond jock had his cock totally up my ass, and had totally ruled this night. The fact that he was sometimes a rude, cocky asshole was even a plus for me in this perverted state.

Michelle had moved closer now to get a good view of my being emasculated by my main rival and her better fucker; I got a thrill like no other with my legs spread, Brad, this cocky smug jock, driving his cock into me in total victory, while grabbing my balls to emphasize his power over me, and Michelle, my girl for almost a year, whom he had just fucked into ecstasy, looking at us. Brad repeated,

"Fuck..." thrust "yeah...." thrust "faggot..." on each thrust, slowly fucking me into **********. I saw in the mirror his powerful legs driving his thick cock up into my ass, which, as he said, he had made into a pussy for his use, and my freshly-fucked girl nearby frantically rubbing at her clit; and I saw his hand clasp around my balls; seeing all this left no doubt in anyone's mind as to who was in control in this room, and who was going to be captain of the swim team...at least at this point, the fact that he had beat me so badly in practice this week was only adding an extra perverted charge to my experience, and at this point I thought he totally deserved to be captain of the ********, I thought he was THE boss, period. I felt Brad pick up the pace and I could see he was getting really excited.

"Fuckin' hot ass, bitch, as good as any pussy! FUCK! Can't believe you'd let me fuck you, Dave..." He was really pistoning in and out of my ass now; it was painful, but also wonderful. He kept calling me his little bitch, his pussy, and this drove me wild. "shiiit!, fuck Dave, can't believe you'd let me stick my cock up your ass, dude, Dave, you fuckin' cunt; SHIIIT! Fuckin' you like I did your girl..."

That about did it for me. The feel of his powerful, unrelenting cock, the fact that he was grabbing my sides and driving me up and down his cock like a limp rag whore, the feel of his muscles, the sound of his young but commanding voice, all drove me over the edge. With my legs spread and my arms grabbing the chairs around me, I exploded and came without touching myself.

"Oh *****" I moaned like a bitch, "Brad...Brad...I'm cumming from your cock, man..." This had never happened before...I guess it took Brad's fucking for it to come. Michelle also squealed, and I knew she was coming watching Brad fuck my brains out. Brad quickly took his cock out of me with a pop and stood up. Both Michelle and I lunged at his cock, licking at sucking at it with abandon, while I still shook and spurted from the orgasm Brad's fucking had given me. Brad soon erupted with victorious grunt, and beat his rock-hard cock on our faces while he came loads and loads on us. It seemed he had no limits.

Our faces were totally covered with Brad's cum; plenty of it also got in our mouths. Michelle and I kissed and snowballed Brad's cum in our mouths while he cleaned his cock in my and Michelle's hair. Then we both swallowed and fell back, totally spent, with our backs to the bed. Brad used one of my shirts to wipe his face of sweat and the rest of his cock again. The he threw it in my face and went into the bathroom. At that point, with Michelle and me fondling each other, I thought this had been a totally fun, if slightly embarassing and extreme experience, but that things would go back to normal.

This proved very naive of me. Brad spent that night over, and I spent half the night taking his huge cock up my ass all over my apartment. Michelle had a similar experience that night, as Brad's stamina never seemed to let up. Over the rest of our college experience, Michelle and I did remain boyfriend and girlfriend, but Brad had access to her pussy and mouth, and, more rarely, my ass and mouth, whenever he wanted. He was a total stud, introduced both of us to new experiences, took my ass cherry for the first time, and to top it off totally showed me in the bedroom what a pussy I was compared to him, which was actually really exciting, and gave me an awesome thrill. It was the best threesome I, or I think anyone, could have asked for.

Two weeks later coach announced that Brad and I would be co-captains. I was surprised, but relieved. It was the only fair thing to do though. Brad and I were showered with congrats by the rest of the team. We were only wearing Speedos (this was at the beginning of practice) and my cock twitched, as it always did when I saw Brad naked since that night.

Nothing much had happened since; we had traded a few kinky smiles in the showers, but otherwise we hadn't repeated anything, or even talked about it. My fuck sessions with Michelle had gotten a lot hotter though, if that is possible. Sometimes in the middle of my pounding into her she goaded me on, calling me a pussy, telling me to fuck her harder, bringing up that Brad could do it so much better, and so on...I found this way hot, and it sent me over the edge every time...both of us, actually. But we hadn't done anything with Brad.

Sometimes, like I said, when I saw his smooth, tan chiseled chest, or the muscles in his back or torso, I was sort of mesmerized and it turned me on; also, I jacked off several times thinking about what he had done that night, and fantasizing about sucking him off in the showers after practice. But I didn't really think we would be doing anything much again like that.

After the rest of the team congratulated us, Brad threw his arm around me.

"Guess we both made it, huh?" he smiled and gave me a nudge. "Meet me in the showers after practice, Dave, I gotta talk to you about something."

I didn't have a chance to respond, because we immediately were asked to lead our first practice. But I had a feeling about this, and it didn't entirely make me comfortable. I mean, that was just a one-time experiment, right?

I guess as a result I was not really cooperative during practice. A few times I gave directions different from Brad's and I challenged his ideas for future practice schedules on a few different things. He shot me some nasty looks, but there wasn't a very big scene or anything. I decided to stay and see what he wanted to talk about after practice though. I was feeling good, and the rest of the team gave us another round of high-fives and congrats as they were leaving the lockers.

As soon as they left Brad just told me to come with him and walked to the showers. I felt a bit offended...I mean, I enjoyed his cocky attitude in the bedroom, but that was for 'chelle's birthday, and it was like a game...I also found it hot, though, and in fact impossible to resist following him in the showers.

He turned on his shower and got under the hot water. Not knowing what to do, I did the same. I watched the water flow down his tan, glistening biceps and chest, and the perfect ridges of his abs. His blond hair had turned slightly darker under the water. Suddenly he dropped his red Speedos to his ankles. I think I gasped when I got my first look at the cock that had fucked Michelle and me silly two weeks ago; I mean, I guess we got more than we bargained for. I could hardly walk the next day, and didn't go into practice that Monday. Brad must have seen I was staring at his cock.

"What's up, dude? Miss my cock, dicklicker?" he asked in his usual cocky surfer voice.

I looked right up at him.

"Umm...no, Brad...listen, I liked experimenting that one time, but..."

"Cut it out, dickwad!" Brad said sternly and took a step towards me. "You weren't fuckin' experimenting, dude, you called me over for a threesome, and I ended up fucking you and your girl 'till you fuckin' passed out...hell, she even got to see it when I officially made you my bitch, so don't go off talking back to me, pussy!"

I guess I sort of just froze at this point. I hadn't expected him to be so forward. I felt my dick grow, though. I was actually getting turned on by this. Brad continued,

"Anyway, I know you're fucking starving for my dick man, so listen: we may be co-captains, but _I_ say what goes, K? You don't fuckin' argue with me in public, got that, pussy?"

I just looked in his eyes and handsome face; his gaze seemed to penetrate me...then he said,

"Now get on your knees and suck my dick, bitch!"

I was already turned on. The commanding tone of his order made something snap in me and I didn't even hesitate. I got to my knees in front of Brad's magnificent muscled body. Brad's cock was already half-hard. I opened my mouth. Brad wasn't fucking around. He just dropped the head of his thick cock in my mouth and told me to start sucking. I did.

"That's it cocksucker," he said. "Show me how much you love having my dick in your mouth. Swirl that tongue; do it, dickwad."

I did, as his cock started growing. Pretty soon his cock expanded to full size, and Brad ****** it down my throat. I was ******* at first, but Brad didn't rest until I had him totally deep-throated.

"Eat my dick, pussyboy. Fuck! What do you think the team would say if they saw you now, Dave? Down on your knees sucking on my dick? Huh?"

Brad said this as he was firmly fucking my face now, grabbing the back of my head and pulling me by the hair on top of my head. I felt the girth of his cock spreading out my jaws impossibly. I rested my hands on his muscular thighs and hips for balance, but pretty soon I started feeling out the power of his muscles there. He was so strong...I mean, it felt like steel, like it wouldn't budge no matter what.

"Yeah, sissy, what would coach and all the other say if they saw you were my cocksucker, huh? Fuuuck, yeah, swirl that tongue bitch!" Brad said.

Then he swung back all the way to the back of my throat again, making me gag.

*****, boy, I already know what your girl'd say...fuck, that bitch would cream herself..."

I looked up at Brad, past the amazing defined ridges of his abs and his massive swimmer's chest. Our eyes locked as my lips spread tight around his shaft. He had a bad-boy look in his eye, a mean smirk that made me almost come in my Speedos. I was moaning like a whore around his cock. That's when Brad pulled out. He smacked me on the cheeks a couple of times with his hard cock and told me to stand up. I did. I was breathing heavily.

Then Brad did something that shocked me. He grabbed both my wrists, and twisted my arms around. He manhandled me, turning me with his back to him, while at the same time he made me bend over with a knee to the stomach. Soon Brad had me pushed up with my face against the tiles, and my arms locked on my back, close to my shoulder blades, as he had them by the wrists. I felt the head of his thick cock on my lower back. But with a smooth motion he soon jammed the head up my ass, and I let out a shriek.

"Feels good cunt?" asked Brad.

But I couldn't answer. He wasted no time, and with a rough motion he fucked the rest of his cock in, until his hips slapped my ass. Then Brad gave me the roughest fuck yet. He didn't talk at first, like he usually did...he didn't need to...he had me locked by my wrists, my hands turned around on my back. His thick cock was roughly fucking into me, ******* out a squeal or shriek of pain and some pleasure each time he thrust in. His thrusts were so hard, I had to back up against him, because he slammed my head up against the tiles each time he fucked in.

Finally he took a breath and just had his dick fixed all the way up my ass, while he made slow circular motions. He spoke in my ear,

"Your ass is mine, Dave. I fuckin' own you, dude...my cock is fucking the **** out of you, pussy; fuck yeah, take my cock faggot, gonna cum up your cunt real soon," Brad said and resumed his fucking.

I felt totally dominated by this young muscular blond stud, and it was turning me on like hell. He had taken me to the showers to fuck me into ********** and show his power over me, and I gave in without a fight; now he was going to cum up my ass as he screwed me so hard my head hit the wall in front...and pretty hard too! Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. Without touching myself (he was still holding me by the wrists, but to my sides now) I came so fucking hard...I sprayed the whole wall and floor in front of me.

With a roar of sexy power, Brad released himself, and I felt the unbelievable thickness of his cock surge as he loaded up my ass-pussy with his hot cum. Brad let go of my wrists and I collapsed in a pile at his feet in my own cum as his monster cock slid out of me. Brad placed a foot on me as he relaxed from his athletic fucking session.

I looked up at his amazing body, seeing how every sweaty wet muscle expanded and contracted with his heavy breaths. I felt this dominant stud's cum stream out of my ass, and realized that I was his total bitch.

"See you later, pussy," said Brad.

He turned and went to the shower to clean himself. As he was walking he casually added,

"Be at my place tomorrow, 8 sharp; bring your girlfriend, I'm gonna get some of her pussy again."

My cock twitched at the idea; I knew I would do what he said.

It took me a while to recover from Brad's ****** fuck. After he was finished with me he just rinsed off and I watched his powerful back and ass muscles as he walked out of the shower room. It took me a while to get my balance, but I quickly washed off and then left, had some dinner, and got to my place later than usual.

Michelle had just finished some homework, I could see her books lying around, and the shower was running. I fixed myself a ***** and pretty soon she came out wrapped in a towel. She gave me a seductive smile. Then she came out of our bedroom in some sexy white silk panties and a tight white top, against which her tan, firm body looked fucking gorgeous. I handed her a ***** as well.

"So how was practice," she asked me, with a sort of wicked smile.

I hesitated, and then stammered a response,

"Umm...pretty good, I guess; being captain has its good points..."

Michelle kept smiling, and she sort of looked funny at the bruise on my forehead, where I got repeatedly slammed against the wall as Brad fucked me.

"Brad called..." she said, still keeping her sly smile.

I had a feeling this was the case, but she could tell I was surprised and NOT pleased...

"We're going to his place tomorrow." She said it just matter of factly, as if it was decided. Then she put her arms around me.

"Yeah..." I said, "he invited us today, I was going to tell you."

Truthfully, I was still scared and jealous as hell, but also excited as hell about the whole thing. It turned me on...I don't know why. I made out a little bit with Michelle, but she wouldn't let me do anything more than eat her out after that...I was sort of pissed. Brad had given instructions that she was not to touch my dick though, and later in fact when I was going to jack off she stopped me.

So I ate her out twice that night, and I noticed she had gotten a bit different from before...I mean, she really bucked against my face and even slapped me a couple of times. At times she would also tell me that I was getting her good and wet for Brad tomorrow, and even told me what a dickless wimp I was to let another guy push me around like that. It got me horny as hell and it was a game...but it WASN'T in way; I mean she even made me fix her a snack, go buy her favorite fruit juice from the convenience store and massage her feet that night...not much of this was really all that unusual except the way she told me how to do it and expected me to...she was clearly getting used to being in charge.

The next day came and went in a flurry as I waited in anticipation for the evening. In the morning I didn't get off with Michelle or even jack off as usual; 'chelle told me to get home soon after practice so we could get ready. My classes went fast and then practice went smoothly...I didn't challenge any of Brad's decisions like I had before. If anything I was even more paralyzed by awe of his absolutely perfect ridges on his torso and all the rest of his muscles, not to speak of his arrogant attitude.

He made no efforts to hide it this time; at the end of practice, as we were winding down, he told me to go get him a gatorade and a new towel, and I did so without even thinking. Some of my teammates were even giving weird looks...I mean I was captain too right, but Brad was treating me like a towelboy. At one point as he was standing naked, sort of toweling off and talking to a bunch of other guys he called me over and told me to clean up the towels that were at their feet. Some of my other teammates started making wisecracks and hooting as I bent on all fours at Brad's feet to pick up the dirty towels. Someone even smacked my ass with a wet one and there was an explosion of laughs...people were calling me maid-boy and so on, I mean...I had never done anything like this before, and I was co-captain, so they found it all pretty weird.

As I was walking out, Brad called out,

"So you and 'chelle comin' over later tonight, right?"

"Sure Brad," I said, "we'll be there around nine."

He turned and kept talking with his friends, and I walked out. The rest of the day went by pretty quick. At eight-thirty Michelle called me to the bathroom to help her get ready. She was getting herself up as a fucking centerfold callgirl! She made me help her into a really sexy neon yellow silk thong, and adjust it so that it perfectly fit her on all sides. Then she sort of messed with her hair and watched me as I put on the straps of these fancy high-heeled shoes; finally to help her into a tight supersexy dress that showed off her back and ended about mid-thigh, cream-colored.

I realized I was helping my girlfriend dress into clothes that would probably be ripped off by Brad in less than an hour, that I was getting her ready for him, and my cock throbbed. Images of that night two weeks ago flashed through my mind...I wondered what Brad had in store for tonight. For my part, I put on some CK jeans, a short-sleeved shirt and my sneakers.

As we were heading out the door Michelle came over and licked my lips and gave me a teasing, seductive kiss. I tried to lunge at her, but she pushed my chest and mouthed "wait." We got to Brad's apartment around nine. He was already wearing these plaid boxers and his body looked amazing. As soon as we walked in he grabbed Michelle by the waist and their lips locked in a totally hot way. He told me to grab a beer as he and Michelle kept at it, and I saw his hand go under her dress. I was still not used to it. I mean I had a raging hard-on, but jealousy was building up inside, and my hands trembled as I opened up a bottle and took a *****.

Thankfully, they soon stopped and Michelle, giving me a carefree smile, picked up a ***** of her own. Brad was already on his second beer bottle. For maybe twenty minutes we were just chatting as if nothing weird was up. Then Brad said,

"K Dave, thanks for bringing over your girlfriend, you can leave now," but smiling, and Michelle chuckled. "We'll give you a ring if we need you," he continued.

But I could tell it was a joke--Brad always had a way making anything sound warm and in jest if he wanted, so I didn't take any of it seriously. Michelle was just sort of smirking at me the whole time. Seeing her with that attitude made me respect her SO much more for some reason. Soon she just told me she wanted a gin and tonic so I went to fix it for her. When I came back she was already into making out with Brad. I saw she was massaging his growing log of a cock through his boxers. I just stood there holding Michelle's ***** while watching this stud making out with my girl. I got a chill seeing his thick cock outline through the boxers...his rough fuck the day before was still in my head; I know I came, but I was NOT looking forward to anything like that again, I mean it was just too much. Soon however she pulled away.

"Put the ***** on the table Dave," she said, the mean smirk still on her face.

Then she said to Brad, but still looking at me,

"I wanna see my wimp boyfriend suck your cock, Brad," she said, and gave me a contemptuous look up and down. "I want to see you slap him around some and stick your thick cock down his throat."

Brad was happy to oblige. He got up off the couch and just plopped off his boxers, his huge cock sticking up to his stomach now, past his navel. He just walked to me and gave me a slap and backhand, but light.

"You heard her shithead, put the ***** down."

I did as he said, and then Brad grabbed my hair. He slapped me around some more around his living room...it was SO fucking humiliating to be slapped by this guy my own age in front of my girlfriend like that...but hell, she's the one even who had asked for it. And now she could see that Brad would do anything and I wouldn't stand up to him. Michelle had already started taking off her clothes as she was doing this. Pretty soon Brad had me on my knees and taking the huge girth of his cock again, spreading open my jaws. He let me bob my own head a bit on his monster dick, as I felt the powerful muscles in his thighs and abs. Michelle looked on, occasionally moaning, while she still took off her clothes.

When she was down to her thong and pumps, Brad just grabbed my head a little and made me deepthroat him, fucking my throat for a few seconds, then withdrew from my mouth, and pushed my forehead. I fell back on the floor.

"Listen up, cocksucker," said Brad. "I feel like getting some of your girl's pussy, I got yours yesterday...so if you want to stay, you better fucking behave, got it?"

"Yes sir," I said, and heard Michelle burst into a chuckle.

"Good," said Brad. "Then there are gonna be some rules. First, you stay the fuck out of my way, which means you stay in this corner and don't move, got it?" he lightly slapped my lips with his cock as he said this.

"Second, you wear my boxers around your neck, got it?"

"Yes sir."

"Good put them on," he said, and threw them into my face.

As I put Brad's boxers around my neck I noticed Michelle had gotten out of her thong and was standing next to Brad in her pumps alone now. The sight of them together like that in the lamp light almost made me cum. Brad was totally naked, his thick cock proudly pointing up, every developed muscle on his fit toned body defined in the dim light of the room. I was especially impressed with the glare on his broad shoulder, the way the light played in the cleft between his pecs, and of course his magnificent abs, always perfectly defined and big. Michelle was no less amazing, every curve on her firm body bathed in the dim light, and of course her gorgeous tan...the high heels that I had strapped on her earlier made her look amazing. She threw me her thong.

"That's rule three, pussy," said Brad. "Put them on."

I hesitated for a second. Brad just told me to wear my girlfriend's thong while he would fuck her brains out. This was beyond humiliating. But the magnetism and power in his eye told me there was no disobeying him. I slowly stripped my clothes and put on Michelle's thong. Then I stood in the corner like they told me to. I watched rock hard (my dick poking through Michelle's thong) and filled with jealousy and fear as Brad led Michelle to the couch, his huge cock jutting aggressively close to her ass. Michelle bent over the back of the couch and Brad led the head of his cock to her pussy. I watched as he slowly, smoothly, and deliberately inched his huge cock into my girlfriend while she screeched. Michelle was clawing at the couch and Brad slowly filled her with his cock. Soon he was all the way in; I saw Michelle shudder and I knew she was having her first orgasm. But it was small by her standards and I knew what was coming.

Brad started slow, kneeling on the couch behind Michelle, slowly pumping her hot pussy. The sight of his thick cock going in and out of my girl's twat was mesmerizing. But Brad soon picked up the pace.

"That's it yah! Yah! Keep it up! Ogh fuuuck....so...fuckin...thick..." Michelle moaned incoherently, a word preceding each powerful thrust.

Brad fucked into her with a power I could only imagine. Soon he grabbed her hips and twisted her around until she was facing him. She really looked like she was impaled on his cock. I noticed Brad never broke eye contact with Michelle as he thrust into her periodically but deliberately. Michelle's face was contorted with passion and pleasure. Brad was watching her, enjoying the sight; his muscles contracted with each in-thrust; it was almost too much to take, and I started jacking myself off through Michelle's thong.

Here I was in the corner of the room, with my girl's panties, watching helplessly as this superior dominant jock was giving her yet another superfuck. He had basically told me to bring her to him, humiliated me in front of the team by showing everyone I was his gofer, denied me access to her pussy so he could keep it all for himself for the next day, and she had me dress her up just for him, and all I could do was meekly obey...I just realized how far Brad had taken this. I blushed but it turned me on...and yet, I didn't have much of a chance to think. They soon changed positions. Brad took Michelle by the wrist and led her to his bedroom.

"What're you waiting for faggot, get your ass here," he called after me when he saw I wasn't moving.

I came in and Brad led Michelle to his bed. She sat down and looked seductively at him. It was like I wasn't even there.

"Kiss my ass, bitch," he curtly ordered me.

I dropped to my knees behind Brad. His lean, muscular thighs, calves, and his perfect steel ass was right in front of me. I would have done anything he had told me, so I didn't hesitate. I kissed each of Brad's asscheeks, then licked his ass when he ordered me to do so.

"Oh fuck, Brad, that's SO fucking hot," cooed Michelle. "I can't believe you're making that little pussy kiss your ass...that's just so fuckin' right..."

"Gets you hot bitch, does it?" Brad asked her. "You like seeing your wimp boyfriend kiss my ass like the good little girl he is?"

"Oooh yeah," said Michelle, keeping up the *****, "fuckin' deserves it, little panty sissy boy..." and she chuckled.

"Hey dude, your girlfriend just called you a sissy, is that right?"

I stopped for a second and looked up to him. He was sort of looking around and down at me.

"You a sissy boy?"

"Yes Brad," I answered softly, and they both broke into laughter.

"Yeah, I guess you must be dude, otherwise you wouldn't wear your girl's fuckin' panties while you watched me fuck her, right?"

"Y..yes, Brad," I stammered, but he cut me off—

"Shut the fuck up, pussy, or I'll fuck your ass again. Keep on licking my ass, asskisser."

I did so, totally red in the face, but almost ready to come. He approached Michelle. Soon he had Michelle with her legs obscenely spread open. I watched his muscular back expand and contract as he fucked her silly again for several minutes, this time on his bed. All the while he had told me to keep licking his ass, which I did. I was licking this jock's ass while he fucked my girlfriend. Michelle was going wild.

"Ahh...fuck yeah...Brad...so fucking strong!" she kept goading him on, and slapping his powerful shoulders.

Soon Brad gave her a rough slap and pinned her hands above her head on the bed. He really started to piston in and out of her now, his ass ******** hitting my face as I tried to keep licking like he ordered me to.

"Yeah, you fucking take it, cunt!" he talked into her face. "Tell me how much you like my big dick, bitch...."

"Aaah, Brad, it feels....fuck!....feels like it's burning me up....hot-damn yeah....fuckin'a fuck my tight pussy, fuckin' jock stud!...."

Michelle babbled incoherently and soon screeched so loud my ears hurt. She was having a monster orgasm. Her hips bucked up wildly and finally grabbed onto Brad's back, kicking me in the face and incidentally pushing me out of the way. Brad also tensed up and I could tell he was coming in Michelle's pussy. I don't know how many times he shot, but from the times his back tensed up, it must have been at least five or six. I was almost ready to cum myself, but didn't. Brad stayed on top of my girlfriend for another few minutes while they relaxed. After that he pushed himself off, walked to an armchair and wiped his face with a towel. He turned to me.

"Clean my cock you dumb pussy," he told me and grabbed my hair. I eagerly obeyed, taking Brad's cock into my mouth and cleaning Michelle's pussy off it. Then Brad pulled out, smacked me a couple of times on the face with his dick and plopped into his armchair, resting. He looked absolutely amazing...his face was flushed, his magnificent tan muscled body lightly covered in sweat, and with a healthy reddish hue from exertion.

"I wanna see you suck my cum out of your girlfriend's pussy, dude; show me how much you appreciate what I'm doing for you guys!"

The nerve on this guy...but in truth, it just made me hold him in greater awe. Michelle had an amused look on her face as I got to eating her out. Soon Brad's copious cum started streaming into my mouth. Michelle was moaning.

"Mmmm...he's pretty good at this, Brad," she cooed.

"Yeah...I bet..." Brad just laid back relaxing.

"How's it taste faggot?" he asked. "Better than the usual?"

Michelle gave Brad a wicked look.

"Oh **** Brad....you're fuckin' ****ting me? You telling me Dave's your cocksucker on a regular basis now? How many times did you suck him off, Dave?"

"Nah...I was saving him up, babe....I DID give him a bit of a roughing up in the showers yesterday, though...that's why he has those bruises on his head..."

"Awww..poor baby, Dave..." Michelle said, and chuckled.

Then she buried my face into her pussy again and they both laughed.

"Suck Brad's cum out of my hot pussy, you worthless asskisser," she commanded.

I had never heard Michelle talk like this to me. Brad was having some effect on her, and it turned me on big time to see that he was training her to be this way. The next few hours were a total rollercoaster. I fixed them snacks and ****** while they watched TV for a while, then while they fucked; Brad again took Michelle in the air with her legs tightly wrapped around his muscular torso, and he carried her into a fuck all around the apartment. Meanwhile I followed wearing her panties and sometimes licking his ass. One time they also made me lick Brad's cock as it was slowly going in and out of her pussy.

At each level I felt more and more in awe of Brad. Later in the night while I was fixing them a ***** and Michelle was giving him a blowjob, Brad called me over.

"Kneel," he said. I did. He stood in front of me.

"Open up," he commanded.

I did this too. Then something totally unexpected happened. Michelle shrieked as she watched Brad unload a stream of piss on my face and in my mouth. I was shocked but remained in my position. My erection actually was throbbing. I know I turned beet red. But I considered him a total god at this point. Brad commanded me to lick all the drops off his feet and lower legs and Michelle watched astounded seeing my complete ********** to this dominant jock. She was totally getting off on seeing Brad dominate me. Brad did not fuck me that night. I came several times, jacking myself off while licking his ass, and that one time when he made me lick his feet. Both he and Michelle could see that I got off on being a pussy to him. I probably came hardest when he was pumping with ***** into Michelle, with his ass slamming my head each time on the out-thrust. Brad and Michelle finally collapsed in the bed together around six in the morning. Brad told me to clean up the living room and leave, and I left them ******** there.

I did not see Michelle again until late that night, when she made me suck yet another load of cum out of her pussy. For the next month or so at least, Michelle still lived with me and let me do her shopping and stuff, and eat her out sometimes, but Brad got exclusive access to her pussy. Sometimes they would let me watch, but not usually. I did not get much of Brad myself at least for that month, though he did let me give him a blow job maybe about three times. Also, I think several guys on the swimming team had found out Brad was fucking my girlfriend, so needless to say, our relative positions were becoming clear to all. Toward the end of that month, I think it was late on a Saturday, and Brad was away for the weekend, but was coming on the next day, Michelle told me,

"I think tomorrow I want to see Brad fuck you up the ass again. What do you say?"

In the morning I got a call from Michelle.

"Get your ass over here," she said. "We're going shopping."

I thought about complaining, but by then she had already hung up. I mean...then it passed through my mind, not to go, but there was something about her voice that I couldn't resist, and I'm sure it also had something to do with the fact that she was a total hottie! I picked her up in my white BMW and she was wearing a black tank top and these low-running sweatpants that fit just perfectly around her ass. Her many sessions in the tanning salon paid off, and her gorgeous back and toned stomach just fucking glowed with this bronze...not to speak of her awesome face with full lips and long, black hair.

Damn! A pang of lust and jealousy ran through me when I saw what I had given up, delivered on a platter to Brad, my cocky swimming rival. I hadn't been able to go near her shaved, tight pussy for the past month except to eat her out, and even that usually only after she'd been totally blasted by Brad. Michelle got in my car without a word, and only ordered me where to drive her, by saying the name of the store. We ended up buying her a shitload of expensive clothes, that is, I ended up buying all this stuff for her.

The first time, when she was looking at this super Gucci knee-length dress, in which I knew she'd look amazing, I sort of started complaining. But she just gave me this look with her sexy eyes, this sort of arrogant smirk, full of contempt but also somehow sexually charged...I couldn't resist her really, for the rest of the day. I followed her for hours like an obedient little lapdog all over the expensive store...I mean this girl looked like fucking Monica Bellucci! But she was, as usual, cold and aloof, and really only paid attention to her browsing.

I'm sure the staff could see what was up, a pussy-whipped boyfriend waiting on his ice-bitch queen. Michelle only made matters worse when she told me to go buy her a coffee from Starbucks, for which, of course, I got no thanks; and also, much worse, once, when this woman who worked there and had seen the whole thing for the past hour or so and she was in hearing range, Michelle looked at some killer sexy lingerie, put it up to her breasts and sort of naughtily asked me,

"You think Brad would find this sexy?"

I felt SO embarrassed, I must have gone all red. I mean, as such it was not really a bad question, but my reaction must have given everything away, and that only made me more embarrassed...I just mumbled something. Michelle exchanged a sort of cold smile with the woman working there.

Anyway, it just went on like that for the rest of the day. Then Michelle told me to drive to my apartment, which I did. Once inside, she had me place her bags in the living room and she slid out of her flipflops and cuddled on the couch. I knew the sign. I immediately started massaging her feet while she sipped on a glass of vodka tonic I had also fixed her. Then she got a call on her cell,

"Yeah...yah. mhmmm...sure, he's here.........mmmm," she moaned and I looked up, but Michelle was looking sideways while talking on the phone.

"Sounds great," she purred, "sure...can't wait..."

Then she clicked off her phone.

"Brad's coming over, with a guest," she said.

I wondered who it could be. And I was hoping that if he was coming over with a guest, this would mean none of the usual games...though I was also disappointed at the idea. But I had a feeling...actually, I had been thinking a lot about Brad lately, I mean more than usual. I think in fact I was jealous! I mean in a different way than from the fact that he was fucking my girlfriend, I don't mean jealous of him. The week before he had left (Brad was just getting back tonight), we were in practice I think on a Wednesday. Actually things had "cooled down," at least in public. It was only for a couple of days I already wrote about that Brad was a real asshole in front of the rest of the team; once I stopped challenging his decisions and pretty much played along, it mostly cooled down.

Sure, some of the guys were a bit suspicious at first, but then again it was no big deal; it came naturally anyway, I mean Brad was used to having his way and he always just exuded leadership. Also, some of the guys had caught on about Brad and Michelle, I mean not exactly all of the details, but yeah..I didn't like THAT part! Anyway, one day after practice I stayed behind to talk to coach about a bunch of stuff for the upcoming end-of-year tournaments.

It had been a tough practice and were all tired...also annoyed. Brad and I had gotten into a fight with Ricky, this redhead freshman. This kid had given us problems before...he had the technique and body of a champion, and an attitude to match it! He never played ball, always talked--he fucking just yapped like a bitch--questioning our decisions, being a pain to all the other guys, giving them pointers on how to improve their style...a real ass.

Anyway, by the time I got to the lockers the rest of the team had left. Or so I thought! Actually as I shucked off my Speedo and grabbed a towel I heard these strange but somehow familiar noises from the showers. Slowly I tip-toed to the edge of the wall and looked over...only to have my jaw drop to the floor! Fuckin' Ricky was on his knees and standing over him was...yeah, that's right, Brad! Brad's muscular back and ass glistened with water in the dim light, as always...but then I looked more closely. ***** thought...actually, it was even more extreme.

Ricky had a broken lip, and one side of his face was really redder than the other...and soon I found out why, as Brad landed a loud slap smack in the middle of Ricky's left cheek, bringing his whole face now to an angry red. Ricky whimpered, but did nothing as he looked up at Brad.

"Lemme ask you, you little *****" Brad barked in his face..."you learned your fucken lesson? Huh? You fuckin' got it now, you pissy dope?"

Brad asked as he grabbed Ricky's hair and pulled back. I was already getting turned on!

"Sure Brad...I understand!" Ricky was scared.

Brad spat in his face, and asked again,

"Sure WHAT?"

"Sure SIR!" Ricky exclaimed back. "Sir, I understand, I will not challenge you or Dave again in practice or out--"

SMACK, another slap landed on poor Ricky's face!

"That's MASTER Dave to you, bitch!"

Brad shouted in Ricky's face again. I liked the sound of that! And more, I was flattered Brad had called me this...well, at least in front of Ricky.

"To you or Master Dave, sir!"

"You going to keep talking and yappin' like an old bitch, you little cunt?"

Suddenly I noticed, as Brad turned a bit, the ripped sides of his torso, but also that his huge cock was totally rigid and pointing upwards toward Ricky's face, like a threatening weapon. Apparently Brad really got off on dominating another guy.

"No SIR, I will not talk!" answered Ricky.

"Good. Now it's time for your lesson," said Brad. "Open up, I want to get all this down in your belly," he chuckled.

Ricky was in no position to resist. He opened his mouth immediately...I was actually expecting SOME objection on his part, but then I found out why there was none. Brad placed a few inches of his thick cock in Ricky's mouth and told Ricky to close his lips...lemme tell you Ricky's lips were fucking stretched!

"Good thing you didn't give me any lip this time, loser," said Brad. "I would have LOVED to ****** up the rest of your mouth. Now listen up," said Brad and lightly smacked Ricky's head.

I heard a muffled whimper from the freshman. Actually I saw he was hard too! He clearly got off on this...though with Brad in charge, who wouldn't!

"Grab my ankles," ordered Brad and Ricky did so.

Ricky looked completely subservient with a puppy-dog look in his eye, Brad's cock in his mouth, and grabbing the stronger stud's ankles. Having asserted his dominance in the clearest way Brad told Ricky the new rules of the game. Ricky was to shut up during practice and not talk unless spoken to; he was to do whatever Brad and I told him to, and never to challenge our decisions, and he was to do whatever chores we assigned to him and the rest of the freshmen, and not slack off just because he was a good swimmer.

"And to suck my dick whenever I want," added Brad. "Now move it, cunt! Work that dick in your mouth until I shoot my load down your faggot throat!"

Ricky did just as he was told. Holding Brad's ankles he bobbed his head with his lips stretched tight on Brad's thick cock, as he looked up and the hot jock who had put him in his place...Brad was just standing there, arms crossed, looking with a derisive smirk at the bitchy freshman who was now blowing him. Soon, though, Brad moaned with pleasure and put his hands on his hips and lightly jutting his hips forward into the now-willing freshman's mouth, who was obviously doing a great job of sucking dick...and judging from his own erection, enjoying his new position.

Brad finally took complete control, as I knew he would, and he grabbed Ricky's head and face-fucked him, gagging and ******* the poor guy for a few minutes, until tears came to his eyes from I guess not getting enough air and being ****** all the time. Brad's motions became faster and soon he made one vicious thrust into the teen's throat, so that the guy's eyes bulged!

"Eat my fuckin' sperm, you freshman cocksuckin' bitch!" exclaimed Brad. "Every fuckin drop! Yeah!"

I was jacking off and about to cum myself! Then Brad, in the middle of cumming, pulled out until only the tip of giant cock was in Ricky's mouth. Ricky was now holding on to Brad's muscular tan thighs for support, but Brad had his right fist on his thick dick and the other hand on Ricky's neck...

"Now hold it in your mouth, sissyboy." Ricky did just as he was told. "Yeeah...that's right...hold it all in your mouth. Now...SHOW me! SHOW me my cum in your mouth, Ricky, you redhead girlyboy!"

Ricky opened his mouth.

"Swish it around, enjoy the taste," Brad teased. Ricky did this, and a sort of sick look came on his face...but he was still totally hard!

"Now swallow my cum, fag! Just like you did the rest of it!" Ricky did so.

Then Brad ordered him to jack his "little freshman dick" (although it was average size) as Brad wiped his softening dick in the kid's red hair and on his face. Ricky came, with a light squeal, only after a few strokes. Clearly the whole thing had turned him on like crazy! I came at the same time, and Brad just pushed Ricky--now red-faced and embarrassed as hell--with his right foot and turned around and grabbed his towel.

I had rushed out of that room very fast...hoping that Brad had not seen me. And I don't think he did. But Brad saw much less of me--he didn't get the customary weekly blowjob from me (though it was usually twice or even three times a week, he just called me over to his place after practice or late at night, lay back, and had me suck him off to completion), and had Michelle over his place just a couple of times. I was sure he was getting the most from his new conquest's mouth, and, as I figured out, ass...Ricky did not come to practice a couple of days, and I happened to see him...man, the way he was walking you could just fucking tell he had gotten it up his tight freshman ass only a few days before.

Soon after I heard something that made me jealous but did not surprise me at all...I was at a party and heard Ricky had had a threesome with his girlfriend and another guy from his swimteam, "one of the captains." I knew right away who it was Ricky and his girl had had this "threesome" with...and strangely, I envied Ricky for the next few days, thinking about the hot time I had with Brad and Michelle that first time. And it only got me hotter to think about how Brad had repeated his conquest with another guy! Who knows how many guys on the team had been on their knees in front of Brad!?

But I forgot all these questions as Michelle came out of the shower with a towel and told me to come "fix her up." It was sick, I know, to dress her up and whatever for the pleasure of another guy, but I couldn't resist her. Then, the doorbell rang and Michelle told me to get it.

As I opened the door there was Brad, with tight CK jeans and a white short-sleeved shirt showing off his amazing tanned muscled arms and the contrast with his light blond hair--amazing like always. Looking at my reaction he smirked...but then I saw who was next to him...Jenna! Michelle's roommate, with whom I had had a threesome with Michelle the year before! ******** was going to be an INTERESTING night... Although I was a bit surprised, Jenna was just normal, nice, and everything started going as you'd expect from some old friends getting together.

We exchanged greetings, traded lame conversation about what we were all up to, acquaintances, classes, that sort of stuff. Brad was not even an asshole, though one time when we made eye contact, he did wink briefly. Jenna was a hot girl...I wouldn't have agreed to boff her in the first place, I mean the year before, otherwise. She had light brown hair and blue-green eyes, and unlike Michelle, she was usually very very white. But now apparently she had hit the tanning salon too, and she was pretty tan...and had an amazing figure.

Brad as usual was very sexy. It sort of made me uncomfortable that he kept trading looks with Michelle all night, but also it was sexy...every time I thought about what was going on between the three of us I got a little thrill. Anyway, I sort of had some suspicions about where this night was going...but it became clear once we were all a bit buzzed from downing beers. Pretty soon Brad was making out with Jenna on his couch. Michelle looked over to them and I could see she was getting turned on. As for me...yeah, I was hard big time!

Michelle sat in my lap and sort of rubbed off against me, then we started making out, and as always, she had the sexiest lips, it was amazing. Shortly after that things started getting pretty hot and heavy, and Brad already had Jenna's blouse off (she was not wearing any bra or anything).

"Do you guys wanna go to the bedroom?" Jenna asked, sort of moaning it.

We didn't need any encouragement, and we all just headed for the bedroom. Images of what had gone on last time I had been there went through my mind and only got me harder. As soon as we got in the bedroom Michelle went over to a nightstand in the far corner and set up some music while Brad and Jenna were getting down on the bed. Now, my bed happens to be pretty huge. So there was plenty of space, and Michelle and I just plopped on the other end, while Brad and Jenna were still at it, Brad sucking on her neck and shoulders and Jenna digging her nails in his upper back.

Brad's shirt had come off to reveal his totally hot, muscled tan bod, and his biceps really looked huge as his hand played all over Jenna's tits and stomach. Michelle had her tank top off now and I started licking on her beautiful firm breasts. She threw her head back and pushed mine into her chest...I was actually surprised at how "normal" this had been so far. Soon none of us had clothes on anymore, and it ended up with Jenna and Michelle, both resting up with their backs on the bedframe while Brad and I lapped at their respective pussies.

Brad shot me a smile and wink, which really set me at ease...he had this way of setting you at ease. Anyway, it was totally hot, the way Michelle's and Jenna's moans combined in the room, to make for a totally hot and horny chorus of "oooh yeaahh"s and other more incoherent stuff. Michelle even started taking charge again a little, sort of slapping my face lightly and bucking her wet, shaved pussy in my face, which got me totally hot.

Jenna saw all this, but did not do the same for Brad...she was starting to get totally sweaty and this really turned me on. Their moans kept rising, and Brad and I just kept eating them out. As Michelle spurred me on, Jenna had her first orgasm of the night, which only reminded me how much better Brad was at bringing a girl over the edge. "Make me cum you little wimp," Michelle ordered me, and bucked into my face more **********. I started lapping harder...Brad and Jenna were now sitting on their knees in front of each other, making out again I guess.

I figured she was going to go down on him, and was hoping for the same from Michelle. But Michelle just pushed me back until I was lying down and then straddled my face and really started riding it.

"You should be better at this by now, you faggot," Michelle moaned meanly, which really drew a kind of a surprised gasp from Jenna.

It really turned me on though...I realized Jenna had no idea what had been going on with Brad and Michelle and me, and she still just remembered me as her roommate's hot boyfriend who gave a her a total fuck a year ago. But now Michelle was giving me directions, about how to lick her cunt, finger her pussy, and other stuff; and I could hear pretty well that Brad was getting a blowjob from Jenna.

It continued like that, with me giving head to Michelle and Brad getting it from Jenna, for a few minutes. Michelle either kept giving me directions for what to do, or actually talked dirty to Jenna, which really got me hot:

"Yah...Jenna, like it? You like sucking that big Brad cock, huh?" and even slapped Jenna's round tan ass as she said this!

I could see Brad was getting pretty hot, because he had his hands on Jenna's hair and was fucking her head up and down on his big cock. I looked past his broad, chiseled chest, slightly covered with a sheen of sweat, to his face, and saw there a look I recognized, a smile, but also a kind of determination...it got me so hot. I could see this because Michelle had basically retreated to my stomach now, and was just sitting there as we watched the other two hotties go at it.

Soon, however, Brad raised Jenna up by her armpits. He really loved to manhandle girls...and apparently they loved it too, because he had had dozens, they just couldn't stop talking about him! Anyway, they whispered something to each other and she straddled his hips as he placed his hands on her sides. Then something happened that really surprised me. Michelle raised up a bit and started moving backwards on my body. She had already grabbed my dick and was jacking it. Looking me straight in the eye, she said softly,

"OK Dave...here it comes...what you've been waiting for..." and smiled.

Laying her hands on my chest Michelle slowly engulfed my cock with her warm, wet pussy! It felt amazing! I thought for a second that I shouldn't feel privileged just to be able to fuck my own girlfriend, but then this thought left me at the amazing feelings I started getting when she started pumping her pussy on me. Jenna and Michelle were now moaning harder than ever, and Michelle had my cock totally engulfed and sort of doing small circles with her hips.

Then, Brad said one word, "Switch!"

Immediately we all understood what had to be done, and without question Michelle raised off me, Jenna raised off Brad, and soon I saw Michelle descending on Brad's upright cock with a long screetch again! And Jenna did the same for me. This was really hot, I looked into Jenna's eye as she descended on my cock and clamped her pussy on it again and again. Michelle's wild moans on Brad's thick tool drove Jenna wild and in turn she whined like a bitch while humping herself on me.

"Oooh...oh my god, Dave, you like that, huh? You like my tight twat on your cock..."

I groaned in the affirmative. Jenna looked lustfully over at Brad who now had Michelle pinned up to the headboard of my bed and was savagely thrusting into her with a loud BANG each time! Jenna smiled wickedly...

"Oh **** Dave...that's SO fuckin' hot...oooh YEAH...you like seeing Michelle totally get rammed by Brad, huh?"

Jenna moaned while giving me a nasty look...if ONLY she knew how! ...I thought. But I just moaned back and thrust with power into her until she started squealing on my dick! We switched one more time, also on Brad's command. I got to fuck Michelle some more.

The third time, however, while they were switching yet again, Michelle and Jenna sort of gave each other this wicked look, and in no time they were making out and fingering each others' pussies in front of us. I watched in awe, jacking off. Brad's words got me out of my trance,

"Hot show, huh?"

"Fuck yeah!" I said back.

Brad put an arm around my shoulders and slowly stroked my neck. This only turned me on even more.

"Michelle's got one fuckin' tight pussy, man," he added. "Jen too...though she also knows how to play with hers..."

"Yeah...must have learned those exercises," I added.

Brad smiled back and we traded pointers on the girls' technique as the two girls were getting wild and crazy in front of us. Pretty soon though Brad grabbed the back of my neck, scratched it lightly for a second, and started pushing down. I knew what was expected. Although the show in front of us was great and although the idea of going down on Brad in front of Jenna was embarrassing as hell, I was so hot I couldn't control myself! Brad was just so fucking hot! I mean lying down next to me, the muscles in his torso relaxed, all of them were just showing like he was a statue of a Greek god or something. Slowly I let him guide my head to his hot cock. I licked the head and quickly engulfed the shaft and as much as I could.

Brad let out a long moan of appreciation. Slowly I set to work, letting Brad appreciate the deep-throating technique he had taught me over our many sessions...and soon heard whimpers of surprise from the girls...I would guess mostly from Jenna.

"Oooh yeah...he can't get enough of Brad's thick stud cock," Michelle said lustily, and both girls laughed.

I felt a finger on the small of my back, doing circles, and it was a nail...I knew anyway that it was one of the girls, since Brad just rested a hand lazily on the back of my head and had the other one splayed out on the headboard. I looked up at him and he looked like he fucking owned the place! What a stud! I thought...he gave me a wink as our eyes met. The finger on the small of my back kept doing circles though...and the two girls were still frolicking with each other and giggling and stuff. Jenna finally said teasingly,

"Sooo...I guess we know who's the real MAN in this room," and then both girls immediately broke into a chuckle again.

"Ooh yeah," Michelle said, "and this is just the start..."

Pretty soon I felt the two girls on both my sides and in seconds, Michelle's head was on my left side, and Jenna's on my right. I was only sucking on the head of Brad's thick cock now, and the two girls started licking the part of his shaft that was not in my mouth...this was one of the hottest things I ever saw! Brad let out a long "Yeeahh," and quickly took advantage of his situation.

"Fuckin' three heads on my dick, AWESOME!" he said and started taking turns.

First he would dip his cock in Jenna's mouth, then mine, then Michelle, then back to Jenna...he would do one thrust into each of our open mouths...he started talking trash to us again, calling us his little sluts, his cock-bitches...I loved it though! I was really hard.

"Goddamn Dave...if you could only see yourself now...lapping like a dog after my cock while I take turns with your girl and another chick...that's right Dave, you're turning into an A-grade pussy cockloving slut! Eat my dick, bitch!"

He vigorously started to fuck my head. The two girls went wild! They licked everywhere, Brad's balls, his thighs, his magnificent rippling abs. Soon Brad took his dick out of my mouth and had us french-kiss around his powerful shaft. My tongue wrestled with Michelle's as Jenna now raised up and made out with Brad.

"That's right, Dave, fight with your girlfriend over Brad's cock," said Jenna, chuckling toward the end.

She still found the whole thing very funny apparently. But Brad soon had a finger in her pussy and was driving her crazy again! Michelle, not to be outdone, pushed me away contemptuously and started going crazy on Brad's cock. I had never seen any girl do this even in porn! Michelle's sexy lips were stretched to the max around Brad's hot cock, her arms pushing on his muscular abs...she kept bobbing her head so deep she willingly ****** herself, furiously. Brad had one finger up Jenna's hot pussy, and with his other hand he grabbed Michelle's hair up in the air so he could see her face go vacuum-crazy on his hot rod!

I almost shot right there, and would have, if Michelle hadn't all of a sudden stopped. I stayed there, jacking off, as Michelle raised up quickly and whispered something in Brad's ear. A broad smile came on Brad's face as he looked at me. Brad looked at me with that mean, but sort of playful ********** knew almost what was up! Nothing good anyway! Jenna was nibbling on Brad's shoulder, fingering her own pussy as she watched...she didn't suspect what was about to happen next...anyway, it looked like Brad had yet again used this foursome to his best advantage, as he had both girls fawning over him like slaves...me too...while I was left jacking my cock and watching him in awe!

Soon, however, Brad sort of moved Jenna to the side with his elbow and sat up, then moved on his knees. Looking at me, he snapped the side of my head with his palm, lightly but derisively, snapped his fingers, and pointed at his cock...the sign was clear...although he was treating me like a total slut and dominating the hell out of me...in front of Jenna, a girl I had fucked!...it still turned me on like hell.

I bent down doggystyle while I sucked on his cock again. The two girls, still making moaning sounds, fingering each other and fooling around watched as I went down on Brad's cock at his command. Brad kept landing loud slaps on my ass from time to time, which really drove the girls wild!

"Oooh *****" exclaimed Jenna. "I didn't fuckin' believe it at first... but Brad... you really have Dave trained to be your little boy-bitch, yeah?!"

Michelle moaned.

***** yea," said Brad. "This little pussy-fag has been blowing me every week whenever I tell him too...ever since I fucked the **** out of him in front of Michelle...she can do without his pussyboy load, right babe?"

Michelle moaned affirmatively as Jenna heard everything in amazement.

*****...the little slut is so hot for me he even sucks my load every time I fill M up," he chuckled and Michelle smirked at me.

"Yeah...I like it raw," she said, matter-of-factly.

"OOh my GOD....this is SO hot I can't fucking believe it!" Jenna said. "That's the fucking hottest thing I ever heard! You mean you and Brad are an item now...and this little pathetic cocksucker's just your slave...?"

"Almost," Michelle answered, as Brad grabbed the side of my head for a few harsh thrusts.

But then he withdrew and manhandled me until I was on my hands and knees, on my own bed, and he was hovering over me.

"But..." Michelle continued, "Brad's not my boyfriend...he's just my fucker," she laughed and Jenna followed suit..."Brad gives me what a man should give me, and Dave does all the boyfriend stuff, like he does what I say, takes me shopping, and...laps me clean after a hard fuck!" at this both girls broke out into hysterical laughter.

"Best of both worlds!" said Jenna as the two girls high-fived.

Brad, encouraged by their conversation pushed me until I was with my stomach on the bed. He pinned my hands above my head as he descended his massive marble-muscles on my back. As Brad bit and licked at my neck I figured I couldn't fucking move even if I wanted to! Brad had me pinned solidly to my bed as the two girls watched, his mass of warm muscle controlling every part of my body! Soon he slightly raised off and spread my knees further apart with his own.

"BEST part of the show...what I've been waiting to see again for a month!" said Michelle.

"Holy ****!" Jenna gasped. "Dave's gonna take it up the ass?"

"Uhhuh..." uttered Michelle.

"FUCK! You mean it's fucking TRUE? Dave took Brad's cock during his threesome with you guys?"

"And how! He got plugged for half the night...I think Brad enjoyed his virgin ass..." and both girls laughed again!

I was so humiliated...but also turned on!

"Get ready to become my pussy...AGAIN!" Brad said. *****, Dave, I think you just use your hot girlfriend to lure guys like me into your ass man...I could swear...I've never seen you come so hard as when you've got my cock way up in you, reaming your pussy out like a little cunt...what's the deal man...you crazy for my load, or what?"

The girls smirked again as they were fingering each other. Before I could answer though, Brad already had the head of his cock at my hole, and answered for me...

"I know you do, Dave...I know you've been lusting after my nasty dick ever since that time I stretched out your tight hole in the showers and showed you who was top dog, dude...you ready to take your place again? Take it, bitchboy, here it comes!"

Brad savagely thrust in me, driving a gasp of shock from my chest! I had never really gotten used to Brad fucking me, and it hurt like hell...I could hardly hear the screams of the girls, wildly egging him on!

"Go for it Brad! Yeah! Give him a pussy joyride, let him take it from a hot jock!..." and all this stuff, it drove me crazy.

Brad wasted no time as he started fucking into me. First he fucked fast, so that the whole rooms was silent except for the girls' panting, our panting, and moans...coming from not only the girls, but now also me! His cock was feeling amazing again, and though I tried to resist, I couldn't control myself. Soon though Brad slowed down and took me with long, deliberate strokes. He still thrust in ********** at the moment of impact which drove a gasp out of me and produced a sudden slapping sound as his hips hit my ass. The feeling of his balls hitting on mine as Brad fucked me felt amazing.

"That's it, cunt...****...your hot hole's the fuckin' tightest, Dave; you've got some real competition here, girls," Brad said and both girls laughed....

"Yeah, use his ass as your pussy, stud...give my boyfriend what he deserves," said Michelle as sluttily as ever...."Fuck his brains out, I LOVE IT!"

Brad then grabbed the back of my head and raised me up on my hands and knees. He took me doggiestyle now, still slow though, and sensuously circled his hips every time he drove his cock way up into me. My cock was way hard and I was moaning like a bitch! Brad had me suck on his fingers as he ran the other hand on my toned back and fucked me like one of his girls. Jenna crawled over. Chuckling a bit, she started slapping my hard cock back and forth as Michelle fingered her pussy...she also made out with Brad.

Soon both girls were making out with Brad...they were on each side of the dominant jock as he grabbed their sides and now more ********** jammed his thick cock deep up my ass. I heard two loud slaps and heard both girls yelp...Brad had slapped their firm, nice asses, and soon both were in doggiestyle position on both sides of me.

"Fuck yeah! Three hot bitches for my big cock...get ready sluts! Make your cunts tight, make me feel good, and you might just get some of my load on your pretty faces!"

Brad set about doing to our asses...and to the girl's pussies...what he had done to our mouths earlier...one swing in each. Pretty soon he drove us to a chorus of wild moans and incoherent bitching sounds with his rhythmic fucking technique. I couldn't believe this jock's stamina...I mean here he was fucking me, my girl, and another hot girl on my bed for like ten minutes, driving the three of us wild, and still he could keep going!

Soon though he grabbed my wrists, which was one of his favorite ways to assert his power over me while driving his thick cock up my ass. After a few athletic moves Brad had turned me over so that I was sitting on his lap, looking right into his eye as he bounced me up and down on his hot cock....this was more than I could handle! I felt the cum building up in my balls as Brad drove me up and down his cock by grabbing my armpits and piledriving me like a little bitch! I moaned uncontrollably!

"Yeah!" said Brad. "Fuckin' right...this is the way you like it, cockboy, I KNOW it! You gonna cum for me again? Huh? Hey Jenna...check this out...I did this last time too..this hot cunt will come without touching himself while he's taking my hot cock in front of his girlfriend....AWESOME OR WHAT?!"

Jenna responded with a wild whimper as she came herself, and Michelle too, as each was fingering the other's pussy. I couldn't control myself at this point! The girls coming and this hot jock, all his muscles and the mounds of his pecs covered in sweat, his broad shoulders working with the strain of fucking my limp body up and down on his thick rod...! screaming like a maniac, I shot again and again, harder than I ever had...the first load landed on my chin the rest all over my chest and also Brad's as he looked me in the eye, he winked....

With the three of us in post-orgasmic daze, Brad sat up on my bed and jacked off on our faces, as was his favorite style. The three of us fought for as much of his cum as we could. He let each of us clean off his cock and then left to the bathroom to I guess shower up as Michelle, Jenna and I ended up snowballing this cocky jock's cum for as long as we could....

This "threesome" with Jenna and Michelle had definitely been a LOT different from the first one...AND...I didn't know, or didn't want to admit, which one I had enjoyed more!!!

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Roommate From Hell

Let me just start by saying that before my junior year in college, I had never even really thought about being with guys before this whole thing happened. I mean, I might have thought about it, who doesn't, but just like something that might have gone through my head, not something I really considered doing, and definitely not in the way this whole thing panned out. I was doing just fine with chicks, they dug me and my body.

I'm about 5'11, with sandy dirty-blond hair, deep blue eyes, a square jaw...oh yeah, I'm really toned too, have nice muscles, nothing big, but good enough from jogging and hitting the gym a few times a week, which I've been doing since high school. I've got a nice six-pack, and it's sort of vain, but I do use the tanning salon enough to have a nice golden bronze hue to my skin...my school's up north, and I would have turned pale white in winter otherwise.

So anyway, I was scoring enough the first two years in college; then I dumped my girl the summer before my junior year, 'cause she was boring me and getting on my case all the time. So I actually moved out of the dorms...I didn't want to live in a frat, so I rented an apartment close to campus. Thing is, I needed a roommate, since it was a two-bedroom, and I didn't want to foot the cost on my own; so one thing led to another and through some jock friends I was introduced to Jon.

Jon seemed to be a cool guy at first. He was a wide receiver on the football team, and was known on campus as an all-around stud. He was about 6'2, and I would guess maybe 190 pounds of toned muscle, which I could see all the time because he walked around shirtless inside. The really distinctive thing about him I guess was his hair, which I knew from a number of stories how much girls liked this...it was sort of wavy, and longer in the front than the back, but not long; but it was light brown with natural auburn-reddish highlights, so he really stood out.

The thing that struck me about his body was not just the muscle, which was normal for a football player, but how cut he was; I mean you could see all the muscles, and he had something like an eight-pack; on his really massive, meaty shoulders, there was a very fine sprinkling of freckles, but you wouldn't really notice them. He had striking blue eyes, etc., the whole package...girls went crazy for him, and I saw him score a bunch just in the first few weeks of living together.

So like I said he was a good guy at first, but things started changing fast. It started changing with small things...Jon would just be rude at times, hardly grunt when I said hi and stuff like that, if he was busy, which was fine, but then also he would mess up the bathroom when taking a shower and not clean up for example. Or generally just make a mess, leave his shoes and socks and even boxers and so on in the common area. Or he would eat my food and not give it a second thought. One time, in the beginning, he even asked me to do his laundry for him, which I did, because I was expecting that he would do the same.

Well needless to say, I didn't even get a "thank you" for doing his clothes, and of course he never offered to do mine when he went out. Also it really pissed me off that sometimes when I was with a girl he would walk around in boxers even then or come out of the shower and strut around in a towel, and this was distracting if me and the girl were out in the living room watching a movie or something. I was also a bit jealous I have to say, because in just the third week he had a threesome in his bedroom, and was fucking two girls' brains out from what I could hear, and one of them was a cheerleader.

So he was acting like a prick, I thought. Then one long four-day weekend I had a bunch of work to finish and apparently so did he, because we both ended up staying when everyone else left. It was a Friday night and I was taking a break from my stuff looking online and having a beer when I heard a knock on my bedroom door.

"Yeah?" I asked, and Jon walked in.

He was, as usual, wearing only some boxers. I looked for a second and took in the sight of his perfectly built body, and smooth, muscled thighs and calves...I mean, I wasn't gay or anything, but he WAS a really good-looking guy even if he was a prick, and I sort of just instinctively looked.

"'Sup dude?" he asked, and sort of looked around. "Hey Mike, you got any more paper, man?"

"Hm?" I asked, still sort of transfixed by his body, and the obvious bulge in his boxers...I knew he was hung from what I'd heard around, but I had never seen him naked.

"Paper?" He just stood there for a sec and gave me back a sly smile. He really was a handsome dude.

"Yeah, man, I'm out of printing paper," he added. "Got any?" he asked again, and sort of grabbed his crotch while looking around for some on these shelves I hung close to the door.

I'm sure he didn't mean anything by it, he always did this, but now I was confused, 'cause I was getting boned big-time...it was sort of embarrassing, I mean here I was getting hard from watching my football roomie in his boxers. Seeing a stack of papers on the upper shelf, Jon just helped himself to some, and turned around.

"Yeah...so...thanks," he added, and almost turned, but before he did so, he spoke, almost as a second thought, "Oh so, hey, Mike? I've got this problem with my psych paper? You wanna, uhm...come to my room and help me figure it out?"

He was sort of reclining his shoulder blades on my door and facing me as he spoke, which really made his abs show; his chiseled chest was shining from the lamp. I didn't want to be a prick...I mean, yeah, I was going to help him, BUT...if I got up now, he could see I was way hard...I was having a tough time hiding my hard dick even as it was.

"Sure Jon," I said, almost blushing. "Let me finish here, and I'll be in your room in a sec, k?"

Jon agreed and left. I watched his slow, almost strutting walk, and all the muscles in his back and calves contract and expand as he walked away. I quickly snapped out of the whole thing, though, and drank a glass of water. I decided that was all too weird, and I would go help him out, and then come back and jack off to some hot Jenna Jameson or Sylvia Saint or something...I hadn't had any in about a week, and I knew it was the same for Jon, it was crunch time for mid-terms.

But when I got to Jon's room, my plans for self-control flew out the window. My dick almost instantly started getting hard...he was sort of splayed out on a chair in front of his computer, one foot up on the desk, showing the amazing musculature of his thighs and hamstrings, and sort of lying back, with one hand on the mouse, and the other sort of in the top of his boxers.

"Hey 'sup Mike, take a seat," he said. I sat next to his chair, on his bed, so that my growing bulge would be out of his sight.

I could feel the heat coming from his body even this far away. He looked for maybe another half a minute at his computer, after which he did something that sort of threw me off guard. In one move he wheeled around on his revolving chair until he was facing me, and then placed one foot on the floor, and one on the side of the bed, right between my legs. He smiled.

"So Mike bro...you horny or something?" he asked, still smiling. His smirk was not entirely mean. I sort of blushed.

"Uhhmmm...I don't know, I mean, you know..."

"Fuck yeah, you're horny, dude," Jon said back to me, grinning now, and pressed his foot against my hard dick through my boxers.

His move sort of sent me overboard and I backed up, as if I'd been electric shocked.

"Yo Jon, what the fuck man?" Jon was still shooting me that grin. He lay back in his chair, with his legs sort of splayed out.

"Cut the bullshit, Mike," he said, but in a sort of friendly way. "I know you're hot for me. I see you checking me out all the time; you even fucking threw a boner when I came into your room earlier...tell me...you jack off when you hear me fuck my bitches?"

I stuttered for a second...I had masturbated many times hearing Jon pound into all these hot girls. ****** had me.

I said what came to mind first.

"I'm not gay Jon, if that's what you're saying..."

Jon chuckled, "No one said anyone's gay, man. I just said you're hot for me. I know it's true. So..." he said, sort of arching his brows and cupping his crotch. "Want some, Mike? I'll make your day for you, dude..."

I looked at him. Was he joking? Was this a trap...I mean...if I said yes would he beat me up?

"Ever sucked cock, Mike?"

I freaked out at this. I sat up and was ready to get off his bed, but Jon placed his foot right on my taut stomach, and lightly pushed me back. I looked straight at him.

"Plenty of guys wanna suck my cock, dude...I'm giving you a chance here..." he smirked at me. I sort of sat back down, and looked slowly past his ridged abdomen, to the top of his boxers, where his hand was just teasing the elastic band.

"Yeah...I thought so, Mike. Why don't you get over here."

Jon pushed his wheeled chair back by tapping the bed with his foot. This put some space between him and the bed. Reluctantly, but almost **********, I crawled off the bed and found myself on my knees in front of this jock stud. What the fuck was I doing? Was I just on my knees in front of my asshole roomie? I mean, I thought this guy was a prick, yet here I was...

"What you waiting for, faggot, take my boxers off," Jon's sudden command cut through everything I was thinking.

Even forgetting that he had called me a faggot, I was so turned on by this guy's body and his cocky attitude, that I immediately started doing what he asked me to. I slowly took down the elastic band of his boxers, feeling underneath the hard muscles of his lower abs. He had a line of muscle running around his hips...this guy was just totally jacked. Pretty soon, he raised up off a bit and I had his boxers around the middle of his thighs. Holy ****! I thought...this guy was hung...I mean, I'd heard of it, but he wasn't even totally hard yet, and he still had me beat.

As soon as I got the CK boxers around his knees, he sort of used his legs to get them around his ankles and then kicked them off to the side. Grabbing my wrist, he led my right hand to his growing cock.

"Jack me, stud," he said, sort of in jest. "You've jacked yourself off plenty of times, you know how to do it, right?"

I smiled back and grabbed his thick tool...I was surprised at how thick and hot it was, it wasn't even all hard yet. Pretty soon though it grew...must have been at least eight or nine inches and fucking thick totally hard I thought, as I watched in awe.

"Lick the head," Jon quickly cut my daydream short. Almost in a trance, I did as he asked. Then I looked back at him for instructions. He had a commanding, almost mean look in his eye now.

"Again, dumbass," he said.

I started licking his head. Pretty soon Jon told me to lick the underside of his now vertical cock up and down, and then the sides. Throughout all this he said nothing, just watched me clean his cock with my tongue. It tasted hard and soft at the same time...it was warm, but it had this strength...I mean, I was totally in heat by now, and salivating like crazy. His cock was glistening with my spit.

"Good," Jon added. "Now...suck my dick, dude," he said and put his hands behind his head, sort of resting on the doors of a closet.

I jumped on it, and the head slid into my mouth. I was in heaven and couldn't get enough of this tough jock's hot cock. That's what really got me off...I almost came in my boxers without touching myself...the fact that he was so tough, I mean, I was pretty fit myself, but this guy could have made my face into a punching bag if he felt like it. It really turned me on to think I was under his power like that...I took more and more of his dick into my wet mouth, but it was hard. I mean this guy was huge! My jaws really had to spread now...I had moved up, and my forehead was almost touching his ripped abs, but I could hardly get his dick in my mouth.

"That's it...fuck yeah dude, you my fuckin' cocksucker now," he said.

It drove a chill down my spine to hear him say that. Then Jon put his hands on the back of my neck and pushed my head down his cock. My jaws stretched impossibly, and then the head rammed up against my throat. I ****** and pushed off against his massive thighs, but it was like trying to push a wall. My eyes were soon in his pubes as I started getting desperate for air. Then he sort of released me, and I pushed back up and breathed in.

"Keep sucking, bitch," Jon said. "ogh fuck yeah..." I heard him moan. "Didn't know you had such a fuckin' slutty mouth Mike, or I'd have turned you into my personal cocksucking little whore long ago..."

I just continued sucking on the head of his dick, waiting to see what Jon would do next. It didn't take long before he rammed his cock way up my throat, ******* me again...this time pulling me down by the ears.

***** yeah! Fuckin' love hearing a cocksucker ***** on my meat...***** on it, dumbass! ****, Mike, I knew you wanted to suck me, dude, all those times you're fuckin' checkin' me out...keep at it, boy, you're doing great...fuuuckk...fuckin' better than any cocksucker I've had, Mike; thanks a lot faggot...you're doing just fuckin' great..."

Jon kept talking....I couldn't object to anything he said. Then I got an idea. I slowly looked past his chiseled abdominal muscles, past his massive muscled chest and into his piercing blue eyes. He looked at me with a mixture of lust, contempt, and power...****, I nearly came when I saw that. I sort of smiled back at him with his cock stretching my lips impossible.

"Watch your teeth cocksucker and bob that dumb little head up and down my meat...you'll fuckin' get your prize soon, girlyboy." He gave me a light slap.

That just about did it for me. I started sucking up and down his monster cock as much as I could; the only sounds in the room were my slurping and Jon's occasional grunts. Pretty soon, he had me by the hair, and dipped my head all the way down to his pubes...I was just about out of air, but I felt his body tense up and his cock expand in my mouth.

"FUCK YEAH! Eat my fuckin' cum, you sick homo!" Jon barked at me.

I had no choice...with his cock stretching out my throat, he was the boss...and soon he came once, twice, three times...

"Right into your fuckin' cocksucker throat, faggot! Take it!" Then Jon pulled out and came once in my mouth and then twice on my face.

I never felt so degraded, but at the same time hot...Jon wiped his cock off on my chin and pushed me away with his knee. He looked for a second at me, his magnificent chest expanding and contracting, a light sheen of sweat over his muscles. He took a rag next to his chair and threw it in my face.

"Wipe your face, dicklicker, you're covered in cum like a whore," Jon said.

I did so, then watched him get up off the chair, showing all the definition in his cut abs and shoulders. I was really surprised that he was still mostly hard. Almost without thinking I reached into my boxers and started jacking off...but Jon kicked my hand away and told me to follow him. I was embarassed as hell--I mean, this bigger jock had just come in my mouth! But...I was still really turned on, especially by his dominant attitude...what the hell was wrong with me?

Seeing his muscled back and ass, all thoughts of resistance flew out, and I was totally in heat. He walked out to the living room and poured himself a glass of Pepsi, and I did the same. The ***** was refreshing, and I was even starting to calm down. Then Jon walked to the couch and called me over. I went there and stood right in front of him.

"You like my cock, boy?" he asked staring right through my eyes. I had to look down, past his armored chest and amazing abs...my gaze rested on his cock, now jutting fiercely past his navel.

"Mhmm..." I responded quietly. Suddenly I felt his hand on my chin and he raised until I had to look him in the eye. He was sort of smiling.

"So you do?"

"Yeah Jon, I do," I answered meekly, but sort of smiling myself now. "Can I...uhm..."

"You wanna suck me again?" he asked.

I looked at his amazing arms, with a vein running down his biceps, and his meaty veined forearms...I was about to burst! I mean, ******** guy was like a posterboy for total masculinity...I answered.

"Yeah...Jon...can I suck your dick again? Please?"

He chuckled. "Sure fag...your girly mouth will get plenty of cock-time this weekend," Jon answered.

I got a rush hearing him talk to me like that with his totally manly voice...like I said...I didn't really know what to think!

"But now it looks like you've got a prob yourself...why don't you take those panties off, suckboy?"

He didn't need to finish...I shucked my boxers around my ankles and threw them off in seconds. Jon snapped the head of my dick with two fingers and I gasped. I looked up and was lost in his handsome face. Jon smiled as he grabbed me by the balls and pulled me closer; then he took my dick and started jacking me, slowly. With his right hand he started to do the same to his own throbbing eight inches. I moaned...pretty soon Jon switched gears. First he rubbed the head of his bigger cock against mine, but then he started slowly tapping his cock, from above on the head of my own...then he actually starting slapping my cock with his own, and slapping his dickhead on mine...pretty hard!

"Slappin' your faggot dick, boy...oh yeah! You fuckin' get off on this big time, don't you Mike?"

I was moaning like crazy, and didn't know what to do...I might have passed out, but instead I rested my hands for support on Jon's massive shoulders, feeling his power there. Soon, however, Jon stopped, and I ************* made a moan of disappointment. Jon paid no attention. He backed off about a foot, and still held the base of my cock, sort of massaging it there, and sometimes running his fingers over my balls. I felt totally under his control.

He looked me right in the eye, and said something that shocked me,

"I wanna fuck you now," sort of matter of fact. "You've got a nice ass, and I wanna fuck it. You got a problem with that?"

I just stood there for a few seconds, saying nothing. He wanted what? I looked down and gasped as he squeezed the base of my dick again...I saw the muscles play in his big toned biceps, and his forearm as he held me. I wanted to protest, but it came out sounding very weak.

"Uhm...no...no way, Jon, I don't do that..." I sort of half-whispered, meekly.

Jon ignored me. He let go of me and sort of just stood there, resting his weight on his left hip, looking SO sexy.

"Show me how hot you are for my cock, Mike. Put your arms on this couch and stick that fine girly ass of yours in the air." I looked back at him. "Do it!" he commanded.

I lost all will power and did as he said. I turned, bent over, rested my arms on the couch, and stuck my ass up. I'd never felt so vulnerable and exposed. Soon I felt Jon move behind me.

"Stay still, slut. Don't move too much." I felt his massive thighs brush against my hamstrings, and then sort of push my legs apart, exposing me even more.

He placed his left hand on the small of my back, and then lightly slapped my ass with his right, making me buck back a bit.

"Damn...no tan lines, Mike. Nice. You've got a better ass than most girls I've fucked..." Jon said this sort of smirking, and it made me feel really great to hear him compliment me like that.

I had a nice toned body...but still, I was scared, and embarrassed...I was starting to get second thoughts. I mean, I had never planned on getting fucked by another guy. Jon's commanding jock voice dispelled all those thoughts...

"K...don't move a lot, like I said. Just take it. Don't make me snap your fucking back in half," he said.

I didn't know if he was serious, BUT I was totally turned on for some reason to hear him say that. Jon grabbed the base of his massive tool with his right hand and slapped it on my ass cheeks a few times, then ran it up and down my crack. Pretty soon it found my ass...I felt like I was totally submitting to Jon, this cocky football stud, and it turned me on like hell!

Jon started applying pressure to my ass, and in heat, I decided to complete my ********** to him. I locked down my legs and pushed back against him.

"Good...just take it, faggot," he said curtly, and with one rough move he pushed the spear-head of his cock past my ass.

I gasped in shock and pain. Jon was sort of applying pressure to the small of my back with his left hand, which ****** me to arch my back. Then with another push, he shoved several more inches of his thick cock into my ass, driving the air out of me. He rested for a second while I came to.

********************** stop," I finally told him. I wasn't expecting THIS to tell you the truth.

"Wait, stop, I don't wanna do this anymore," I said, and started pushing up.

Suddenly I felt Jon's hand come down between my shoulderblades and pin me to the couch. He grabbed my right wrist with the other hand, and pinned me there as well.

"Listen cocksucker, I'm gonna fuck your ass whether you like it or not. Got it?" he asked and jammed another half-inch or so of his cock into me, to make his point.

I gasped for air again.

"Goddamn! What a fag...fuckin' tight hole, faggot. You just got your fuckin' cherry busted open, boy, and I'm taking what's mine. Now fucking relax, and you'll love the feel of my big cock in you, dumbass. Gonna turn you into a total fuck pussy, ****head, whether you like it or not...so just take it, or I'm really gonna do a number on you, faggot!"

His words cut into my mind, and sent that chill all over my body...a mixture of fear, admiration, and lust for his coursed through me. Soon I felt his cock inch up my ass again, but this time slowly, and sensuously. I was still in a lot of pain, but this was one of the most erotic, and degrading things I'd ever done. Soon I felt Jon's pubes scratch my smooth ass-cheeks.

"Great!" he exclaimed. "Fuckin' own your ass now, Mike."

FUCK! I nearly came when I heard this cocky stud say that. Jon waited a couple of minutes until my ass accommodated his girth...I felt like I'd been piked on a beer can or something.

Soon, though, Jon set about doing what he said he would. He started fucking my ass, at first in shorter thrusts, but then he long-dicked me, really driving my hips into the couch. There was still a lot of pain, but now there was something else too---occasional outbursts of amazing sensations, which made me moan with no fucking control every time!

"Fuckin' liking it yet, Mike you dumb fag? ****! Should have taken your ass sooner, boy...got a hot tight tan hole, you're better than fucking Pamela Anderson, pussy!"

I couldn't believe it! This straight jock stud had bullied me into taking his cock, the total **********, and was now long-dicking me on the couch, it was sooo fucking shocking! Then Jon really sunk his cock deep up my ass and pulled me up off the couch, then pushed me up, until I was holding on to the backrest and was on my knees.

Then he really started pounding into me, but deliberately and rhythmically, his hips making a loud slapping sound every time they smashed on mine. He held one hand on my waist and the other on my shoulder, feeling the tension there...the feelings of his cock running in and out of my ass were the most shocking and amazing thing I had felt. It only added to the thrill that he could, like he said, snap me in half...I had never felt so completely dominated and open than when I was taking this wide-receiver's dick on my own couch. Soon Jon, showing all the power he had over my body, fucked me forward until with every in-thrust he drove my cock into the couch, bringing me almost to the edge.

But it didn't end there. Jon played with me like a doll, twisting me around until he was sitting down, and I was sitting on his cock, legs splayed out, my own cock sticking up in front of me. Still totally ruling my body, Jon put on a fucking storm of thrusts...I didn't even fucking know how he could go so fast, but all the sounds in the room for about five minutes were the incredibly loud slams of his hips against my ass, and my uncontrollable moaning, which he ****** out of me with his cock or by playing with my balls with one hand while sinking the fingers of the other in my waist, or grabbing my neck and emphasizing his power over me.

He also did this by alternating...sometimes he would slow down and just sort of slowly but deliberately thrusting into me. When he thrust in like this, he would keep the whole length of his monster cock up inside me, and push me way up off the couch, then he would thrust out half way. I had learned to clench my ass muscles on his every out-thrust, it felt SO much better to do that.

"Fuck yeah! Do it, Mike, make my cock feel good with your pussy, you gay cockslut. ****! I fucking knew I'd own your ass, you fuckin' little wimp-boy cocksucker. Now you know how it feels to take a real man's cock, and don't fuckin' forget who busted your ass open first, Mike. Made you my fucking bitchboy, take it, yeah, hot hole..."

Jon kept his barrage of trashtalking throughout his rough fuck. Soon he yanked his cock out of me, and basically dragged me to the floor. Jon had me kneel and plugged my mouth some more again, this time totally taking his dick out, past my lips, and then slamming it in again all the way down my throat. After a few minutes of skull-fucking me like that Jon took my by the hair into his bedroom. He roughly slapped me around a few times and plopped me on his bed. I almost came, reminded again of this football jock's immense physical and sexual power over me.

His muscles were slightly flushed with red from the exertion of his superfuck, and his whole body was covered in sweat, which shone and made him all that more sexy.

"Tell me what you want, cunt! Say it and beg for it, you cumrag!" It took no time for me to answer.

"Oh my god, Jon, please, PLEASE fuck my ass, man, I fuckin' want your fuckin' amazing jock cock up my ass, fuck the **** out of me, Jon!"

"You got it, you dumb pussy!" Jon barked back at me, and slapped me again, ordering me to open up my legs.

I did so and he knelt on the bed between my knees, the proud cock that had taken my cherry jutting aggressively upwards. Jon grabbed my ankles, raised until my ass was in the air. He looked down a spit a few times on his cock, then jammed into me mercilessly, causing me to moan like a bitch in pain and pleasure.

"Fuck yeah! You fucking take my cock NOW, any way I give it, faggot!" I was amazed at Jon's power as he fucked into me like an ******.

I mean I was totally getting pounded by another guy my age, so it was still sooo humiliating, but it felt too good to think to much about that. I reached over and felt the amazing tension in his contracting and expanding abs as he slammed his cock into me. Soon, though, Jon put my ankles on his muscled shoulders and bent over me, pinning my wrists down to the bed above my head.

"Ready man? Ready to take my hot cum up your pussy my wimpy roomie? Huh?" He asked, sort of smiling. I started to answer, but he answered for me...

"OOoh yeah, I KNOW you are, Mikey...fuckin' take it man...take my cum up your ass! I fuckin OWN you! Hot-DAMN!"

Jon exclaimed, and I could tell he was coming...but his stream of trash talking, the feeling of his fucking me, and the feel of his masculine, amazing body rushed through me...I shot way over my head, and then harder than I had done before, all over my stomach and chest as this hot jock came loads up my ass...his eyes bore through mine as he unloaded into me.

"Fuck you! Fuck you, Mike! Take it! YEAH!" Jon screamed in victory as he finished spurting my ass-pussy.

Jon rested over me for about a minute, while I licked at his shoulder, tasting the sweat that had accumulated. Soon he pushed up off me, and looking down, slowly dragged his softening cock out of me. I sighed as it left my body. But Jon was not done here. He inched his way over my body, still kneeling over me.

"Clean it," he said, and I did.

Then he sort of wiped his cock off on my face and hair and nonchalantly walked out of the room. I got to see this superior jock walk away from me, his latest conquest, towards the bathroom, his amazing back muscles playing as he strutted away, and I realized he had just really made me his total bitch.

ma premiere pipe dans les toilettes d un supermarché


LA PREMIÈRE FOIS QUE J'AI SUCE UN HOMME

Tout d abord je me présente ; je suis marié, 35 ans, deux enfants, j ai des relation sexuelles plutôt satisfaisante quoique trop espacées et il y a quelques temps je me suis mis a fantasmer sur la fellation. Je prenais beaucoup de plaisir a regarder ma femme me sucer, à me demander ce qu'elle pouvait bien ressentir lorsqu'elle prenait mon sexe dans sa bouche au point que je me suis décidé à tenter l'expérience.
L occasion ne se présentait pas et je désespérais d'y parvenir lorsqu'un jour par hasard, je suis tombé sur un site de rencontre. Je m'y suis inscrit et j'ai dialogué avec différentes per***nes sans que ça aille plus loin et puis un homme m'a contacté : La cinquantaine, *** annonce m'a attiré car il disait avoir un sexe assez imposant. Je vous passe les détails de notre dialogue, après discutions nous avons convenu de nous rencontrer simplement pour que je lui fasse une fellation. Je voulais un endroit qui ne me laisse pas le temps de réfléchir à ce que je faisais pour que ce soit direct sans quoi j'étais sur de me dégonfler. Nous avons donc opté pour les wc publics d'une galerie de supermarché. Je devais l'attendre dans les wc handicapés de la galerie et lui devais frapper à la porte deux fois pour se faire reconnaître. Le rdv était fixé à 12h15. Je me suis donc installé quelque minutes avant dans ces fameux wc. Mort de trouille, 12h20, toujours per***ne je commençais a désespérer.12h25, mon excitation et ma trouille aussi était parti en fumé persuadé de m'être fait poser un lapin. Je pose la main sur la poignée de la porte prêt à partir lorsque j'entend du bruit derrière la porte. J'ai fais mine de tirer la chasse d'eau pensant avoir a faire a quelqu'un qui venait utiliser les toilettes : ERREUR. Et dix secondes plus tard : TOC TOC. Deux coups brefs a la porte. Mon rdv. Impossible de faire marche arrière (c'est bien ce que je voulais au départ) j'ai pris mon courage à deux mains et j'ai ouvert la porte : L homme qui était devant moi était de bonne présentation conforme à la description, il rentre avec moi dans la cabine sans rien dire et tire le verrou et là, pris de panique je lui dis tout bas :
" J'ai la trouille, je ne l'ai jamais fait"
Et lui me répondre :
T'inquiètes pas ça va aller. Mets toi à genoux "
Je me suis exécuté sans répondre et me voila à genoux devant cet inconnu. Il sort sa queue et se caresse doucement. Très vite sa queue prend de la vigueur. Je tends la main timidement et me mets à le masturber doucement. *** sexe est maintenant bien dur dans ma main et quelques secondes après vient la petite phrase que je redoutais tant;
Il passe sa main derrière la tête et me dis doucement mais fermement;
" Suces moi "
Je m'approche de sa queue, je n'ose pas ouvrir la bouche, *** gland touche mes lèvres et je l'entend me dire:
Allez n'aies pas peur, suce moi "
J'entre ouvre légèrement la bouche il m'appuie sur la nuque et pénètre lentement sa queue dans ma bouche .Ça y est c'est parti je me mets à le sucer doucement d'abord, tantôt j'aspire le gland tantôt je le lèche, tantôt je le prends le plus loin possible dans ma bouche. Craignant de jouir trop vite au bout d'un moment il me lâcha la tête et me dis:
"Lèches moi un peu les couilles "
Je soulève donc sa queue et je me mets a passer ma langue sur ses boules très volumineuses tout en le branlant d'une main. Après quoi il me dis :
"Maintenant, j'ai envie que tu me fasse jouir "
Je commence à le branler très fort pour le faire gicler mais il m'arrête tout de suite et me dis :
" Pas comme ça, je veux jouir dans ta bouche "
Et il me tend sa queue. J'avoue qu'à l'origine je n'avais pas prévu ça, mais l'excitation aidant, je me suis dis que je n'aurais peut être pas d'autre chance alors pourquoi pas. Je reprends donc sa queue dans ma bouche et me remets à le sucer avec ardeur. Très vite il se met à gémir de plus en plus fort. Je sens tout a coup ses deux mains s'agrippées à ma tête. Il appuie fort je résiste un peu, *** gland gonfle très fort et là il me dis:
"Va y petite salope, suce bien ma grosse queue
je sens que ca vient ,je vais jouir"
ses mains s'agrippent un peu plus a ma tête
" oui vas y salope ca y est je viens!, j éjacule!
tiens Salope prends tout mon jus ahhhh salope
vas y avales tout mon sperme."
Il se met a gicler par de longs jets de sperme qui n'en finissent plus de m'inonder la bouche. Il continue de me maintenir la tête jusqu'à ce qu'il se soit vider entièrement dans ma bouche. Je fini de nettoyer sa queue avec ma langue puis il se rhabille et après m'avoir remercié repart comme si de rien n'était. Voila, c'était une expérience très excitante et je tiens à insister sur le fait qu'elle est véridique.
Je vous laisse, j'aimerai avoir votre avis et aussi avoir l'avis de femmes. Merci.

Merci pour cette petite histoire noyée dans un océan (pacifique?) de textes anglais... A vous lire