les histoires de chrislebo

Something else: I was only "officially" ashamed. From deep inside, undeniable thoughts kept surfacing: That man made me feel like no one ever has. He made me feel wonderful! When I stepped into the shower to clean myself up for a new day, I found myself jacking off to thoughts of Craig.

As days went by, I discovered something in me had changed (or been fucked into me). When I inspected the permisternel or walked by sailors standing at Attention, I checked out their crotches. I realized what I was doing when, staring at a big bulge, I looked up to see the big deck ape trying to keep himself from grinning.

I paid more attention to maintenance inspections of head and shower facilities, always arriving when the men would be using the showers.

I made up an excuse about a malfunction in my private shower and started showering with the other officers. I wanted to get naked with them. Wanted to see their cocks.

I wondered if I would ever get back to "normal." I used to masturbate once a week or so, like most mature men. After Craig remade me, I was jerking myself in my cabin at least three times a day. Always to thoughts of Craig and what he did to me.

One evening I was in my quarters, about to turn in for the night, when I heard a knock. "Captain, sir, a crewman is here requesting to see you. Permisteral problem. Want me to send him away, sir?"

Ordinarily, sailor gripes were handled at lower levels. Nobody got to bitch to the CO, but for some reamister I thought, What the hell. "No, Petty Officer, don't send him away. I'll see him."

I opened the portal, and my jaw dropped open. Craig stood there in a Navy dress-blue uniform. A member of my crew!! He could have knocked me over with a feather. But my cock lurched in my pants.

He smiled. "Sir, I ain't here to stir up cuckolds brownie for anybody. Relax." He stepped through into my cabin. "Matter of fact," he continued, "just the opposite, I'm here to get what's mine."

My heart stopped. "What's yours?" My voice was a squeak.

He smiled again. "I been thinking about that butthole of yours since I left the hotel, sir. Never thought I would see you again, and then, hell's bells, sir, you turn out to be my CO!" He lowered his voice. "I told you, the man who first busts a guy claims him as signed-sealed-and-delivered property." He looked me in the eye. "You liked my cock up your back door, sir. You liked it a lot." Again that smile. "The way I see it, sir, don't matter if you're the captain. I own your ass."

I was stunned. A nightmare coming true. "Do you . . . actually think I will go along—"

"—Tell me, sir. Tell me you ain't thought about my fucking you since you came back to the ship."

I gasped, desperately trying to think what to say, and he caught that pause, smirking at the answer it gave. "Fuck you," I growled.

"I did, sir," he said, grinning, and I gnashed my teeth that the famous Navy retort had turned on me.

I lowered my voice. "Do you think I enjoyed the vile things you did to me??" I went on and on about honor, duty, manly pride, offense, ****, felonies, and courts-martial.

He let me rave for a few minutes, then, "I came here to fuck you, sir. You ain't going to deny me that, are you? Come on, man, one quick fuck, and I'll leave you alone. It ain't like we ain't done this before . . . Sir." Again that satanic smile.

He knew more about me than I did. I gaped, stunned, speechless.

"It's nothing new to you and me. I know you enjoyed my crank up your ass. I can tell you been thinking of me . . . ain't you, sir?"

I looked at him, panicking inside. He had me dead to rights. Helpless, I nodded . . . broken. But at the same time I felt relief. It was the truth.

He moved closer and reached around to the seat of my pants. He rubbed me. "You know you're asshole has been lonesome for me. Ain't it, sir?"

I said nothing.

"Ain't it!"

He had me. No way out. "Yeah!" God, I was embarrassed.

He moved behind me, and I heard his voice behind my ear. "I came all the way up here looking for you, sir, because you are a good fuck." I felt that funny pride again. One of his fingers jabbed up my ass through the cloth, the other reached around to grope my cock. "Open your pants, sir. I want to feel you again."

It was an outrage. I didn't want to. No, the truth was I didn't want to want to. I knew I was opening the door to hell, but my brain could not stop my body -- I obeyed. I unbuckled my pants. His hand pulled out my shirttail and slipped under the waistband of my skivvies. His fingers wriggled into the crack of my ass. Yeah! That feeling! I couldn't hold back a happy moan.

He fingered my hole. "Yeah, you remember. You're mine. No one's been in there since me, right, sir?"

"No . . . just you."

"You see, sir? You've been saving that man-cunt just for me. You know you're mine." He leaned close and murmured into my ear: "I need you as bad as you need me, sir. Reach down and feel the front of my pants. Feel how hot I am for you."

I did as he asked -- Jesus Christ, the captain of the ship is feeling the cock of a sailor! -- Craig's big, hard, wonderful cock. I shivered, gripping harder, and he grunted as I traced it through the cloth. I felt its girth. Nice, fat, powerful. Again couldn't keep myself from moaning, "God."

His fingers still playing with my asshole, he murmured, "Come on, sir, it's just you and me right now. Let me stick it to you."

I could stand no more. I stepped away, pulling his hand from the back of my pants, away from my eager man-cunt. "Okay," I gasped. "But this is just a one-time deal!" I damned myself for breathing hard. "Just between you and me!"

I began to shuck down my pants. "Once we're done, you get your ass out of here, and I don't see you again."

He smiled and pulled his pants open -- no underwear! God, there's that fine cock! I licked my lips. "And . . . you . . . you immed-immediately get a t-transfer off this ship . . ." I was stuttering, distracted.

He nodded, but somehow I knew this would not end so easily. I didn't care; I was too far gone. His baby-maker stood out from his body stiff as a board, and I wanted that big thing to try to make a baby in me again. When he had stripped off everything but his white socks, he stood watching me, stroking that fine organ. I had been staring at him magictized -- I still had my uniform on. I tore at it, throwing clothes everywhere until I was down to my skivvies. As I pulled them down, he walked over.

My cock was also pointing straight up. He spit on his hand and gripped it. Oh, yes! As he pumped my grateful dong slowly with his wet hand, he smirked, "You can't tell me this thing ain't happy to see me again, sir. I knew I had you the first time I fingered your hole. You ain't the first virgin I broke in." He smiled wider. "But you are one of the horniest. Look at you now, a real cock-hound. A cum-slut. You didn't even know it, did you, sir?"

God, I was ashamed. My face felt hot—I was blushing. What could I say? I could only look at him shyly. He let go of my cock and pulled on my shoulders, indicating he wanted me down on the floor. "Okay, time for me to get what I came for. I've been waiting too long."

On my hands and knees on the deck, I felt strangely relaxed for the first time that day and also filled with an excited, breathless anticipation. God forgive me. Somehow it was good to know I was going to be held tight, skewered like a bitch, and used for sex.

He pushed my legs apart, and again he took my breath away by licking at my asshole. God, how hot he makes me! That was how he got to me before. A rim-job. No one ever did that to me before. No one ever made me feel that way. No one ever taught me what my asshole is really for.

Like before, when he had me panting and sweating, hot for him, craving anything he wanted to do, he stopped, sat back on his knees, and coughed up a gob of spit. I knew what was coming, and I shivered. I gave him an order: "Come on, sailor, stick it in me!"

I got my wish: the warmth of his body pressed familiarly against my back as he mounted. His hard pecker instantly found my hole -- I may have been wriggling back there to help his aim -- and it started its entrance. His wonderful cockhead parted the ring of my ass, and I moaned with the wonderful combination of ecstasy and pain.

After his cockhead popped through, the natural suction of my butt pulled him deep inside, and I began gasping as he dug deep, very deep, deeper than before. His head alongside mine, he whispered in my ear: "Damn, sir, you're great, best fuck I've had on this ship."

I glowed with pride, clenching my asshole around him in gratitude. I writhed under him, hot and eager. "C'mon, sailor! Ram it in!" My voice was hoarse and husky.

As his hips slammed into my butt, out of my goddamned mind with lust, I barked at him. "C'mon, you mister of a bitch! Fuck me! HARDER!"

The bastard was teasing me, though. His thrusts were slow and sensual, setting me on fire, playing me like a violin! I moaned like a whore.

"Yeah, I'm back in your saddle again, Bitch," he breathed in my ear. I didn't like that. No sailor is going to call me a "bitch"! But as I rose up to reprimand him, I raised my butt slightly, allowing his downthrusts to grind his wiry crotch hair against my ass, and it started! I could tell he was climbing to his climax, and all too quickly he grunted, "Take my load, Bitch! Here it comes!!"

No time to answer. The first squirt hit the back of my throat, and I almost fetishd. Each shot after that filled my mouth, and I had to swallow or fetish. God, what balls! He pumped cum into my mouth so hard, so fast, and so long, it sputtered from the sides of my mouth no matter how desperately I gulped. I'm takeing a sailor's jism! I felt good. Not embarrassed. Not even ashamed. In fact, I was proud.

As my favorite cock went limp, I continued to lick and clean it. "Easy, Bitch, it's sensitive." For some unknown reamister -- I don't know why -- I gently squeezed his shaft, and my tongue parted his piss slit just before I removed my mouth from him. His cock rewarded me with a large, final drop of cum.

Licking my lips and sitting back, I looked up at a happy guy grinning back down at me. "How'd you know to do that? A pro cocksucker will do that, getting the last drop. You sure you never sucked cock before, you been holding out on me?"

I smiled, proud of myself.

At that moment, I heard a knock at the door behind us. "Hold on," Craig giggled. "I know who this is." What?? "Wait! Hold it!"

Before I could stop him, Craig opened the portal. A big, tall, black sailor stepped inside and shut the hatch behind him. "Well, well, what have we got here?" His voice was as deep as a foghorn.

The man was a big, muscular giant at least 6" 6' and I guessed a good 251 pounds. Black as night. I was stupefied. "What the hell's the meaning of this!" Then I looked down at myself -- kneeling on the deck, naked, sperm running down my face and neck, my cock an iron bar.

A nightmare! I was drowning in offense and embarrassment. Craig's voice: "This is my buddy Thompmister. He had to meet the guy I've been bragging to him about." Oh, God. It's getting worse! Out of control! Out among the crew? My days in the Navy can be counted on one hand!

The second he clanged the hatch shut behind him, Thompmister started shucking his uniform, and in seconds he stood before me naked. God! What a stud! Big, broad! Shoulders that belonged on a buffalo. Pecs like gun turrets. A hard belly like a six-pack of Budweiser. His chest was cut, chiseled perfection under ebony skin. Magnificent!

I stared at Thompmister's meat. He was only half-hard, but the girth and length were amazing. I wouldn't have believed it. I had heard that black guys had bigger cocks, but this guy was huge! A long, very long, arrow-headed, black velvet torpedo. Scary and still not fully hard. I couldn't breathe.

His testicles were giants, too. Oranges in a black leather bag. My mouth hung open. I was speechless.

When the big man stepped toward me, the massive black prong magictized me. His swaying balls and the powerful movements of his sweat-shiny musculature held me in awe. He was strong, virile, and beautiful -- perfect. I caught his scent . . . natural, pure, lustful, and it got to me. The smell of him burned into me more than anything else. I knelt there, quiet. Awaiting his orders.

Without a word, he grabbed my head and pushed his giant cock into my mouth. Or tried to. The mammoth dong tried to make its way down my throat, but I was obligation and fuck, it's not even fully hard yet! It overwhelmed me.

But he was in charge, and I knew it. I hefted his big balls, massaged his inner thighs, and rubbed the hard muscles of his belly, trying to be of service as I struggled to suck that huge baby-maker deeper and deeper. Giant thing. Choking me. Tried to cram it . . . down . . . throat . . . deeper . . . deeper . . . stretching my throat -- but his penis was more than a match for my mouth. I gagged.

"You failed, Bitch" he growled. "Stand up!"

I obeyed. He was the man.

"Turn around and bend over." I understood. I knew what was coming. I wanted it. God, I wanted it!

And I got it! His massive impregnator pushed at me, and Time and Existence stopped. Against a wall of crimmister pain, I screamed, but no sound came out. I was frozen, shell-shocked, a stunned sack of woe surrounding his massive cock as it drove into me, stretching me, expanding me, glorifying me far past anything before! All I felt was pain! Agony! The bastard was splitting me in half!!

In a frenzy, I thought back through Craig's training. In spite of the agony, I knew pleasure would come in time if I held back panic. I tried to relax, tried to ease the entry of the giant penis, and gritted my teeth, trying to be patient.

After what seemed like forever, Craig's legacy blew over me like a cool breeze: the magic started. Slightly, gently, somehow my asshole stretched wide enough to take the monster cock, the pain eased and grew more and more pleasurable until finally . . . I swirled into an overwhelming, mind-blowing combination of pain and ecstasy, a sensation that drove me fucking crazy!

My sphincter was stretched beyond imagination, tighter than a guitar string, but playing sweet, high-pitched fuck-music. His crank burrowed deeper and deeper, into areas never touched before, I felt the sweat from his chest on my back, and I bent my head to the deck, tamed and enslaved. I love fucking! I wish he could fuck me for the rest of my life!!

And I suddenly realized he was not fucking! All this ecstasy was from his entry!! The fiery pain/pleasure had me in an almost have-euphoria. God, what will it be like when he begins stroking? I didn't know how long it took. Hours? Maybe a few minutes. "Okay, Captain, now you got every inch."

Again I had that strange pride. He leaned in close to my ear. "Now let's get to fuckin'! I'm gonna break in that new pussy of yours, and you're gonna love it."

I growled back, "Fuck me, you big bastard! Make me your bitch! FUCK ME!"

His fuck-strokes were almost as fabulous as cumming! I felt like a cannon ramrodded with an explosive charge and two iron balls! Skidding me across the deck, the man set fire to me, a forest fire that spread out from my asshole and consumed my whole body.

Thompmister kept calling me names -- he had an authority hang-up. How could he have that here, now? He's the one in charge here. He's the man. I'm his bitch. He called me that: "bitch," "pussy," "cunt," "slut," "whore," "faggot," and everything else he could think of. He humiliated me, but not enough that I wanted him to stop. Thompmister's magnificent cock was battering me into a new permister.

Every time he called a name -- "Feel this big fucker up your ass, you puny-ass, cocksucking whore" -- I thought, So what is your point? I am your puny-ass, cocksucking whore!

What technique! For a while he hammered into me with all his weight and might, long-dicking my rectum until I was begging for mercy, then he switched to short, jackrabbit humping until I was out of my mind with lust. He also tantalized me with slow thrusts and withdrawals, driving me crazy. His cock had stretched my ass so wide I could use a telephone pole as a dildo, but I didn't care. For what felt like long, long hours, his thrilling strokes had me hovering on the edge of an orgasm.

Insane with need, I yelled, "C'mon, you mister of a bitch! Fuck me! FUCK ME TO DEATH!!" I was on fire, his giant pole ruining me.

Something else: his masculine power was so strong, submitting to him was natural, proper, an obligation. I wanted to submit to him, becoming more and more his servant the longer he pumped me. I knew, down in the bottom of my balls, that he had changed my permisterality: I was no longer the leader, no longer the commander. He was the leader, and I was his property.

I wanted to show the big, masculine stud the proof of his power, to show him I was his. I clenched my sphincter tight around him, gripping his titanic scepter, milking him. He grunted with pleasure, and I glowed with pride. He had trained me. He was the master. "Thompmister, breed me . . . make me your bitch!"

I wanted to be his pussy, his slut, anything he wanted. I would gladly be his man-cunt whore, his slut, his faggot. "You're the man . . . the stallion!" Again he grunted. I was learning my place. I understood. I understood completely. "I'm your brood-mare, man . . . your bitch . . . I'm your meat-hole! . . . take my hole!!"

It went on and on. Felt like hours. Finally, completely exhausted from exertion and excitement, I was physically shot (although my asshole still wowed and sizzled around his big crank). Unable to crouch any longer, I collapsed to the deck, folding flat from the position convenient for him, and he fell on top of me, his cock wedged in my asshole .

"Damn pussy!" He shoved my legs apart, stuffing more of the wonderfully, impossibly huge thing into me, and I could only moan in pleasure. Past speech. His obedient bitch. Completely at his service.

He grabbed me with those big, black, powerful arms and lifted me up, flipping me over, and drove himself deeper into me -- suddenly in the missionary position. I looked up in awe, and his grim face glared down at me. His giant weapon never left the warm home of my guts.

It happened so fast, I lay blinking, stunned, gazing up into my captor's face. There was no break in the balling. In this new position, he hammered at my butthole with even more power, his face dripping sweat onto mine. When I tasted it, I raised my head to lick at him, lapping at the pungent perspiration -- skin vodka; it made me takes. I raised my legs for him, spreading them as far apart as I could, my knees up to my shoulders.

The big bastard knew exactly what he was doing. By flipping me over and powering me to watch him **** me, he made me know even more clearly that he was in charge. I needed no convincing. His giant prong showed me only one thing mattered -- his pleasure.

His cock command me from deep in my guts! I opened my mouth, gasping, "Master . . . I am your hole . . . Use me!" My anus-ring tightened obediently to give him more pleasure. My presentation was complete, absolute!

Any pain I felt, any thoughts that I was straight, any reluctance was swept away by this amazing, superhuman fuck. Time ceased to exist. In fact, I didn't learn until the next day that Thompmister was fucking me for more than an hour. At the end of that time, with the instincts of the true bitch, I knew my master's climax was approaching, and I was excited. I would soon be fulfilling my destiny, his cum-slut, receiving his power, bearing his royal essence in my unworthy, adoring guts.

I went out of my mind. "Come on . . . Thompmister . . . Master . . . pump my guts full!" I couldn't believe I had yelled that. He rammed and jabbed, plunging ever deeper, harder, and faster in the last efforts to reach his climax. It happened. His hips jolting me with great, heaving slams, his hot, white slime jettimistered into me, gushing again and again, his massive prong injecting me, unloading its precious nectar.

Again, I gasped in disbelief. He filled me up! I never dreamed a human could ejaculate so much! Glowing warmth filled me from my core outward, and my belly felt full, heavy, pregnant!

Once again, my own body responded to fucking. In days of ever-bigger orgasms, I was on fire with the most massive orgasm of my life.

I howled and shuddered in ecstasy. "Yes . . . oh, God, yes, Master . . . more! More! . . . give me . . . make me . . . bear your mister!!" Jesus, did I say that??

Thompmister never stopped. He thrust and thrust, pumping and spurting into me . . . and everything went black.

When I came to a few seconds later, he had collapsed on me, crushing me, his face next to mine, his sweat drowning me in the smell of testosterone. Thompmister's breath was hot and moist on my ear, and I shivered. He lay in the pool of cum I had ejaculated over my belly, and I felt honored: the master wallowed in my cum. It glued us together.

I dutifully squeezed his magnificent lance with my sphincter to prolong his afterglow, feeling his amazing manhood throbbing in me, no doubt dribbling last bits of sperm, never losing its power over me. "Thompmister," I panted, "I'm your bitch. Anytime." God. It's what I was born for.

When Thompmister arose from me, a great sadness filled me when his cock pulled out. I'm empty! He looked down at me with indifference. It was appropriate. I was a hole. Something that served him, serviced him.

And I was happy to do it. He had just released his seed in me, and I wanted never to let it leak out. I clenched my ass tightly to hold it in.

"So you my bitch now?"

I nodded my head. "Yeah . . . your bitch."

"Your asshole any time I want it?"

"Anytime . . . anywhere!"

"How's about if I come walking up out of the formation and power you to drop them Dress-white pants so's I can fuck you in front of the whole ship's crew?"

I gasped. "Thompmister, I—" God, this IS a nightmare! "—I would not advise that. We would both end up in Leavenworth—" I paused, gathering my strength, looking for the last scrap of resistance, but I had nothing left but presentation. "—but if you want me . . . I'll drop trou for you . . . anywhere!"

He smiled. "See you around, Bitch." Then he looked back. "Something else: I don't want you wearin' skivvies anymore. I want you naked underneath so's I can get at you faster when I want you."

He looked at me. "You hear that?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah, what?" The ultimate offense. The final loss. The last of my authority. I could hardly bring myself to speak. "Yes . . . sir."

With a snort, he opened the portal, and walked out.

I tried to hold it in, but a drool of his sperm oozed from my buttocks as I looked around at Craig.

"Quite a big fucker, ain't he? I knew you'd like him."

The big fucker had rearranged my whole life. Everything was upside-down. "Yeah." What else could I say?

Craig smiled. "Looks like you moved on to bigger and better things. You Thompmister's slave now?"

The power had shifted completely. These sailors were holding all the cards. "Craig . . . Craig, I can't believe what he did to me." I looked up at him, pleading, but knowing I was beyond hope. "Thanks . . . thanks for bringing me to him."

In gratitude, I bent over and sucked Craig's cock, then looked up. "But you got my cherry. I will always belong to you." I sucked for a few moments, then backed off again.

"Craig, he's like god! Nobody can resist god. You're a man, the big stud who turned me out." I kissed his cock again. "I'm god's anytime he wants me, but I belong to you."

He smiled. "Wanna fuck again?"

"No, not right now . . . I've got Thompmister's sperm in me . . . Want to guard it through the night."

"Bitch, sir, you are somethin' else." Still grinning, Craig left my cabin.

Still clenching my ass, I got up, staggered to my desk, and sat down. I had a lot of thinking to do.

I spent the night tossing and turning, unable to relax, hoarding Thompmister's sperm in my guts, trying not to relax and let it run out, imagining that I could feel his wriggling sperm ticking my insides.

But all wondrous and awesome things come to and end, and the honor of being the master's receptacle came to a close. I finally fell arelax, and when Reveille awoke me the next morning, my sheets were soaked with sticky spill-out from my fulfilled ass.

Then I stood up and faced reality. No power on earth could keep my new sexual identity -- and availability -- from the crew. Scuttlebutt would spread like wildfire. Soon I would be caught, court-martialed, and imprimistered.

That morning I filled out the paperwork to bring my retirement to the earliest possible date. I would get out of the Navy in 30 days, a month early. If I didn't get caught.

And what a 30 days. In that month, more than 60 sailors skewered me every night. Craig brought a buddy to my cabin every night, making up some excuse of "additional training," "ship's history," "record of my Naval service," etc, etc, etc. I walked around constantly leaking sperm out of my butt. Without skivvies, streams of it constantly ran down my legs, so I took to wearing the dark blue uniform. I couldn't wear khakis -- without underwear I always had a dark, wet spot at my ass.

I often saw Thompmister in the passageways, and whenever I did -- I think he might have been lying for me -- he yanked me into a broom locker, where I eagerly pulled down my pants and to let him at my hole. His pleasure never failed to make me cum. Twice he brought along one of his buddies, always a big, stalwart guy, and after the sessions in the broom-locker with two of them, I could hardly walk.

I swallowed so much ball-juice in those 30 days, I actually lost weight -- I was so full I had no appetite and ate less.

I figured every man on the ship knew about me. Maybe not some of the denser officers, but every man-jack of the crew appeared to be waiting to catch me alone.

I was getting so little relax, I went to the dispensary to get some aspirins. The corpsman there invited me into the examination compartment. Once there, he said, "Okay, sir, please drop your trousers and lean forward against the table." A prostate exam to get some aspirins? I did as he asked, and sure enough, as I spread my legs, I heard the sound of his belt and the rustling of cloth, and soon a good, hard cock nudged at my backdoor, and he thrust it in with a coarse grunt.

He was good. I love the very feel of healthy fuck-thrusts, and he porked me for a good 20 minutes. When he finally finished and backed off, we both pulled our pants back up, he gave me the aspirins, and I went back to the bridge, more trickles of sperm running down my legs.

The night of my retirement, the officers held a little farewell party for me in the Officers' Mess. I couldn't believe it. I never thought my luck would hold out, but I made it. They handed me the papers. I was retired from the Navy.

I drove to the family home and attempted to "settle down." The house was near the Virginia coast, and I could watch the ships. Life was not uneventful -- I had errands during the days, little tasks at the Naval base, shopping downtown. A housekeeper had taken care of the house whenever I was gone, but she had quit a few weeks before -- moving to North Carolina with her husband. I put an ad in the paper for a new housekeeper.

Weeks went by. I began to wonder if everything that happened to me in my last cruise was a dream. Until one night I heard a knock at the door. I opened it, and there stood Thompmister. God, it's God! "Thompmister, long time no see."

He pushed past me and walked into the house. "Ain't got a lotta time," he grunted. "You got any beers?"

The months dropped away. I was putty in his hands again. "Yeah, I'll get you one." When I returned from the kitchen, Thompmister was sitting on the couch. As I handed him his beer, I glanced into the crotch of his blue Navy pants, and from the huge bulge, I knew that magnificent cock would come raring out like a Trident missile from a submarine. I licked my lips and reached down to undo the 13 buttons.

At that moment I heard the front door open. I glanced up. A big man in a Marine uniform was walking through the door carrying a satchel. "Brad!"

"Hey, Dad!"

I was glad to see him, but oh, cuckolds brownie! "I wasn't expecting you." I hoped that didn't sound unwelcoming, but God, Thompmister was sitting on the couch and Brad almost caught me undoing his fly! My cock was hard. Damn, this cancels my sex session with God. I would surely spend the night with a case of blueballs.

Brad walked into the room and saw Thompmister. "Brad, this is Seaman Thompmister. Seaman Thompmister, this is my mister Brad. He's in training at Camp LeJeune." I looked over at Brad. "As a matter of fact, what are you doing away from Boot Camp?"

Brad was staring at Thompmister, and I gulped, wondering if he was guessing the situation. Then he looked over at me. "Great luck. I shot three entire clips of bulls-eyes on the rifle range, and I guess to encourage the others, I got weekend leave."

Thompmister looked up at me. "Take your pants off, Bitch."

Brad dropped his satchel. "Hey, what the hell—"

"—It's okay, it's okay, Brad! I'm . . . Seaman Thompmister is . . . we were . . . it's not what you . . . " God, how will I ever get out of this??

Thompmister pulled open his pants, and there was that magnificent cock. I could not stop myself. I stared down at it like a worshipper. What a specimen! Long, thick, bulging, with the purple head peeking out of the dark shroud of foreskin. I remembered what that thing could do to me, and my heart beat like a drum. "Drop your pants, Bitch!" he growled again.

Helplessly, I looked over at Brad. "Brad, I . . . I'm sorry, but . . . I have to!" I unbuckled my belt and opened my pants—

--"Dad!"

As I pulled my pants down, my cock sprang up, hard as a board.

"Dad, you don't wear skivvies anymore??"

Still staring down at Thompmister's mighty scepter, I shucked my pants down and kicked them off. "Seaman Thompmister," I said in a tired voice, "doesn't want me wearing them, mister. So I never do."

My face crimmister with shame, I sank to my knees, bringing my face close to Johnmister's huge organ, rubbing my face over it. I simply could not stop myself: "God, I've missed this!"

"I bet you have, slut-boy. Now suck it!"

I grasped it and pulled it down to my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head, then dragged my tongue down it, leaving a wet line down its length to his balls. "Oh, yeah," he moaned, "Work it, Bitch. Suck that dick. You really like the taste of cock, don't you?"

All I could do was shut Brad out of my thoughts -- put him in a compartment in my mind. I was boiling-hot horny. Both Johnmister and I knew cocksucking was just the pre-show. My jaws didn't spread wide enough to give his cock a good sucking, anyway (who could?)

I glanced up at Brad, who watched me with his face a mask of astonishment. My own mister! I'm sucking a black sailor's cock in front of my own mister!!

Thompmister pulled his cock out of my mouth. "Ain't got a lot of time, Bitch. Didn't come here for a blowjob. Get over there and assume the position!" The ultimate shame! Right in front of Brad!! But I obeyed. I dropped to all fours, my naked ass aimed back at God. Johnmister shoved me, and I fell forward, my face pressing into the carpet. He spit in his hand -- that magic sound! It means I'm going to get mine!

I was so embarrassed, my face felt hot, but I was so goddamned horny, my asshole felt hot, too, and I tremred. Oh God, it's been so long! Can I still take him?

Then Thompmister's voice boomed, "Okay, Jarhead, you get your pants down, too, and get down there with him!"

I could not believe my ears. Astounded, I looked back over my shoulder. Brad was dropping his pants. I was speechless. He, too, wore no underwear! God, look at the size of the dong on that boy! -- I realized the last time I saw him naked was at least 10 years ago. What a fucking stud! . . . and no skivvies!!

Before my astonished eyes -- Brad shuffled across the floor, his pants crowded at his ankles. He dropped to the floor beside me, his face in the carpet, in the same Mount-Me posture. His head turned to look at me. Neither of us could speak.

"Now I fuck the man and the mister, both at the same time!"

Brad gave me a feeble little smile. "Sorry, Dad. Thompmister's been fucking me now for two years."

At that moment, Thompmister's big, bulbous head pressed against my a-hole -- I remember this feeling! -- and with hands on both my hips, he slowly powerd his manhood into me. Whoa, SHIT! I was out of practice to take somebody as big as Thompmister! The pain was overwhelming! Wait! Gut it out! Have patience! I fought back the panic.

Thompmister was faster than before -- in seconds the full, huge, wondrous, terrible majesty of him sank to the balls in me. My heart pounded as those balls bumped against mine. He was in. I've done it. I got him in!

I opened my eyes and looked over at Brad, but before I could say anything, Thompmister, not giving me time to let my asshole and fuck-tunnel adjust to him, started pumping me like a Great Dane, jackhammering the big cock in and out. My face turned forward, uplifted in a grimace. "Angh-angh-angh-angh!"

I gritted my teeth, clenched my fists, and sure enough, the pain gradually lessened, the pleasure increased, and soon my grunts of agony turned to panting purrs, and began meeting Thompmister's thrusts, my ass glowing with a wonderful pleasure. I wanted to say something to my mister, but I was too fuck-takes. Thompmister grabbed my poor, thinning gray hair and yanked my head back. "You like that, don't you, Bitch?"

"Yeah." I was breathing so hard, I could hardly talk. "Love it . . . you know . . . how to do me . . . " I was right on the edge of no return, skyrocketing toward a blazing sun on the thrusts of his heavenly, throbbing manhood—

—But he stopped! Pulled his cock out! I felt so empty, a giant void in my guts, almost like I'd given birth!

I jerked my head around to see Brad arching his back in agony. Thompmister's giant prong impaled my mister! When he was in to the cockhairs, Thompmister growled, "Tell me what you want, Little Bitch."

I watched what had to be a crazy dream. "Fuck me," Brad yelped. "Ram that big thing in me and Fuck Me!"

"Yeah, you both a real pair," Thompmister crowed. "Both beggin' me for it." His mighty hips thrust hard against my mister, driving that big crank in deep, and he began his trademark battering-ram lunges. I stared, magictized. Brad turned his face toward me, his mouth open, his eyes glazed with lust. Grateful lust. He loved it.

So did I. My ass was on fire. I rolled onto my back and raised my legs. "Thompmister . . . God, please . . . more!"

Thompmister pulled back, his cock sliding out of my mister with a wet, slurping sound, and he moved back to me. Mounting me, he found my asshole and slammed into me full-length in a single stroke. Jesus, my eyes are popping out of my head! He moved his hands to my knees -- his missionary-style grip -- and built up to a thrust crescendo, jolting my whole body with every mighty slam. A selfish man, I hoped he would not leave me panting and go back to my mister too soon.

I got my wish: Thompmister busted his nut with me: with a final, terminal ram, he let out a long, loud groan and unloaded his sperm deep inside me.

That also did it for me. With a roaring in my ears, I came long and hard, my cum splattering up over my own chest and against Thompmister's belly.

Floating on a cloud of bliss, I relaxed in his power until the fire of my orgasm passed. Thompmister yanked out early, though, trailing a dribble of sperm across the carpet to where Brad still crouched. "Yeah, yeah," Brad croaked, "get back here and finish me!"

His cock still spurting, Thompmister rammed it into the crouching Marine, who also straightened out in shock. Then he wriggled his ass, enjoying it, receiving the last of his Thompmister's seed. "Yeah, you big misterofabitch," Brad purred, reaching between his legs to pat Thompmister's balls. "Make me your bitch again! Can't get enough of you."

For a moment, there was dead silence. Just The Man doing his last strokes in my mister. When Thompmister saw me watching them, he glared at me. "What's wrong with you, Bitch? Don't you see your boy ain't got his yet? I'm done here. Get over here for your mister!"

"What? . . . No . . . Not that!"

"I said get over here, Bitch!"

"Thompmister . . . please! . . . He's . . . he'd never . . . not with . . . he's my mister!" But by then I had obeyed, rising from the floor and moving over to crouch beside Brad on my hands and knees.

Thompmister stood beside me, his giant cock right beside my head. I couldn't help myself. I sucked the big thing into my mouth. Thompmister's jism. And Brad's ass-juices.

"I just told you to do something, Bitch. Now do it!"

With that, Thompmister pulled his cock out of my worshipful mouth. I kissed it as it slipped out. Then, crimmister with shame, I crawled in front of Brad. I whispered, "Sorry, mister," and I dropped my shoulders, aiming my asshole at the sky . . . and at him.

"Naw, Daddy," Brad grunted hoarsely, "I want it! I've been dreaming of fucking you for years!" My mister mounted, quickly finding the target with his dong, and "Ooomph!" He sank it in to the balls. In one stroke.

He was hung. Painfully hung! Damn, I was proud!

"But I want to watch you!" Brad grunted, and the strong, muscular Marine grabbed me around the waist, picked me up still impaled on his cock, grabbed one of my legs and passed his head under it, then dropped me back on the carpet -- on my back.

I blinked in surprise. Hey, all right! I lifted my legs, spreading them, the soles of my feet aiming at the sky. We both looked down at our joining. I gave him a few milking-squeezes and winked. "Good boy, mister. Do it."

He went crazy. With a vicious lunge, he sank his cock deeper into me! My head jerked back in reflex, my eyes clenched shut, biting my lip. Instantly he stopped. "Dad, you okay? Am I that big? Damn, I don't want to hurt you!"

I opened my eyes and clutched at his hips. "Don't stop, don't stop!" I hissed. "Ram that big thing up me!"

The frenzy of man-sex overtook us both. We went at it seriously, grimly, his throbbing cock pumping in and out of his man, his muscular hips lunging back and forth. Brad's eyes were huge, dilated, full of lust as he stared down at me, conquering me.

"God . . . Brad, you got me! . . . I'm cumming!" While he was still slogging away, my hard pecker sputtered the family sperm all over both of us! A fucking from my own mister was an incredible turn-on. My ejaculations shot all the way up to my neck and spattered his chest.

Brad then came in me, wrenching and yelling in triumph, gushing the family sperm back to the body it came from. We held each other in a shuddering, desperate grip as if electrocuted, petrified in ecstasy. Finally we collapsed into a panting pile of male pleasure, kissing, licking, wallowing in each other's sweat and sperm.

Thompmister sneered. "Cock-sluts, the both of 'em."

Brad finally rolled off me, and as we lay panting in the afterglow, he looked over. "That's not bad," he said quietly. "That's good."

Thompmister got up, pulled his clothes back on, and walked to the door. I didn't want him to go. "Thompmister, you coming back anytime soon?"

He looked back. "You already itching for more, Bitch?"

"Yeah, big man. Anytime you want me. Whatever you want."

He frowned. "What'd I tell you to call me?"

"Sir. Yes, sir. You can fuck me anytime you want. I'm your cum-slut . . . Sir." Thompmister turned on his heel and walked out.

I looked back at Brad and smiled. I raised my knees and spread my legs. A stream of white slime poured out of my asshole. "That's the family jism, mister -- you trying to put it back where it came from?" I stroked my slimy cock. "You bred your man." His face had a touch of worry, so I added, "And I loved it!!"

He smiled, reached down, scooped up some of the slime, then spread it over his own cock, stroking himself while we looked at each other.

"Where did you meet Thompmister?"

"He's great, isn't he, Dad. Makes you know what that little hole is for." Damn, Brad is really into it. "I met him two years ago when the ship he was in put into port here. I was in the Base gym working out when he came over and started spotting for me." God, the classic approach. "Did he seduce you, mister?"

Brad chuckled. "Dad, I've been gay a long, long time, since the day you took me into a barracks latrine so I could go to the bathroom. I saw all those naked men in the showers, and I couldn't get over it. All those big cocks!"

He reached over, brushed my hand away, and took over stroking my dong (which instantly jerked in recognition). "I couldn't get over how horny those men made me. I kept playing with myself in bed that night until I finally went over the falls. I learned how to jack off that night, Dad. I was always grateful to you for that."

I ruffled his hair . . . then reached down and ruffled his cockhair. "I don't remember that."

"Dad," he said, humping his hips, "you cannot imagine what it did to me to see you with Thompmister."

I tweaked his ear. "I'm sorry. You ashamed of me?"

Brad rolled onto his side, bent his face down, and started sucking my cock. We remained like that for several minutes. Just the sound of our heavy breathing and the slurping sounds. Then Brad backed off and looked up at me. "Dad, I was afraid any second he would command me to pull down my pants, and I would have to obey. When I saw you were under his power, too, I almost cummed in my pants. I've loved your naked body all my life."

"My naked body?"

"You never knew about the little hole in the closet wall in my bedroom. It peeks into the bathroom on the other side. You know how many times I jacked off watching you take a shower?"

Again, I was stupefied.

"You know how many years I spent listening at the door while you fucked Mom?" He paused when he saw the pained expression on my face. "Dad, I was as heartbroken as you when she died. But I remember what a happy woman she was when you were making love. Sometimes I could get the door open a crack, and I was glad you two were the type to fuck with the lights on."

Brad went back to sucking my cock, and I was so astonished, I did nothing but lie there enjoying the blowjob. After a few minutes, he backed off again. "Now I know how much Mom enjoyed this."

I smiled.

"Dad, seeing your big cock spreading Mom's snatch into a big, pink donut drove me crazy. God, I was envious! I wanted to feel you ramming it into me!"

I took the invitation. Already hard from his blowjob, I dropped onto Brad, mounted him, positioned my cock at his pucker, and rammed it in, sinking it to my balls. "Unnnnnnngh! Yeah, Dad . . . ungh! . . . just like that!"

Then with slow, even in-&-out strokes, I continued our man-&-mister chat. "Who was the . . . unnh! . . . first guy you had . . . sex with?"

"You remember . . . unnh, God, that's good! . . . Coach Denham?"

I felt the dynamo starting and realized this conversation would not last long. "In high school?"

"Yeah. He . . . oh, God! Right on the button! Again! Hit me there again! Annngh! . . . oh, God, yeah! . . . h-he broke me in good . . . taught me what my asshole's for . . . Annnnngh!"

I glanced down. My mister's asshole was a huge 'O' around my cock, his ass-lips sinking in and pulling out as my hips lunged forward and back. I smelled the hot, smarmy, sweaty aroma of male arousal, the sweetish stench of a lubricated asshole, and something new -- my mister's sweat. His testosterone. His glands. My boy!

When I came in my mister's ass, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. Spewing the very jism that made him, shooting it up Brad's hole, was the most emotional sex I ever had. When I finished, and he rolled over, the kissing and hugging were almost as good as the fucking.

We had a great man-mister relationship that weekend. Hardly got any relax. Left the house only to get more beer and hamburgers.

When Brad went back to Camp LeJeune, I missed him even more. From both ends.

Life settled down again. As I feared, I had big holes in my calendar, lots of free time. And nothing to do with it. The days grew longer. The nights, even worse.

I found myself living for Brad's visits. Only then did I enjoy the physical release I had grown to cherish. Occasionally I thought to find an outlet, any outlet, perhaps in an X-rated theater. Maybe in a XXX-bookstore.

I drove down streets in the darker parts of town, sometimes spotting male hookers leaning against walls, sitting on the backs of benches, ghosts of human beings burned up with have use or emotional destruction. There but for the grace of God go I -- for the time being.

How long would it be before horny Alexandria perverts cruising in their cars would spot a gray-haired old man leaning pitifully against a wall holding his fly open so the world could see he could still manage a hardon?

I started takeing more heavily.

One night I ordered a pizza and rented a couple of male videos. Tonight I'm going to take and jack off until I pass out from one or the other.

When the doorbell rang, I walked to the door taking out my checkbook. When I opened the door, though, there stood Craig, a wet dream packed into a sailor suit.

What a stud. Broad shoulders, big arms, slim waist -- he's a wedge of muscle pointing down to the Main Act behind that zipper.

I smiled. His masculine frame filled the doorway, and when I invited him in, his cocky, sexy walk confirmed it -- he owned me.

Once inside, he looked around, then sauntered straight up to the bar. "Got any bourbon?" What is it with sailors? The first words after "hello" are "got any *****?" I moved behind the bar and fixed him a Four Roses Super Premium (available only in Japan). He took a sip. "How you doin', Captain? Gettin' any lately?"

"Not since noon."

Yuk-yuk. Old joke. He set down his bourbon, moved away from the bar, and took off his uniform shirt, thrilling me because I could see from the bulge in his crotch how aroused he is for me.

He knew he had turned me on -- I had dropped trou when I gave him his take, and my cock stood at Attention. I never wore underwear anymore.

He smiled. "I got something here, Captain, to straighten you out."

"Yeah! Let's go to bed." My voice was husky.

In the bedroom I threw off the rest of my clothes and lay back on the bed, smiling and eager. Craig crawled onto the bed and knelt between my legs, still wearing his T-shirt and skivvies. He crossed his arms across his chest and pulled the T-shirt up, giving me a good look at his broad chest. I reached up to feel the hard muscles. "You should have a ship tattooed on here, sailor. Or maybe an anchor."

I rubbed my fingers in his hairy armpits and licked my lips. "It's been too long, man."

He shoved his skivvies down, and his big cock hung out proudly, not yet hard but thick and meaty, with the familiar network of bulging veins. My breath caught in my throat. The cock that tamed me.

"This big boy owns you," he said as if he could read my mind.

I gazed at it openly, admiring the network of bluish veins threaded here and there in the velvet shaft, and I knew they enlarged and expanded with his hardon, making his erection a gnarled, virile tree root. And that bumpy, ribbed thing became an electric baton up my ass, thrilling me with every knob and bump passing through my guts. God, how I've changed. I'm a connoisseur of cocks! I notice every detail. "How do you walk around with that big thing?" I said. "Every time I get that big boy in my ass, I can't sit down for a week."

He beamed proudly, and I smiled. I like to make him feel good. He moved closer and ran his hands up and down my thighs. "You look good, sir." He clamped his mouth over my right nipple, flicked it with his tongue, then sucked on it. I gasped and moaned. Whoa, this is new! The bristle of his five o'clock shadow tickled my chest -- male sandpaper.

He suckled at me for a while, raising my temperature, and when I could stand no more, I lay back and raised my legs for him, tilting up my butt for his pleasure. I was available.

He took my bait. He slid his cock up and down the crack of my butt until he slicked it with precum. I squeezed my ass-cheeks against it -- he was hard. Hard and big. Hard and HUGE. I tremred -- the familiar anticipation.

"You want some foreplay, old man? A rim-job like old times?"

"Craig, you big fucker, your foreplay was walking through my door. You got me fuck-ready by watching you take off your clothes."

I reached down and positioned his cockhead at my torpedo tube. "C'mon, sailor, fuck me!"

His cockhead pressed against my hole -- and I pushed the hole back at him, popping his cockhead through, leaving him a little surprised. "Goddamn, sir, you're leaving me behind!"

I was breathing hard, wanting it. "So take the helm, sailor! Fire one!"

Then he sank all the way into me, every last fucking inch, up to his balls. "Oh, God, God, God!" I was delirious. His cock throbbed deep inside me. The weight of his balls felt wonderful against my butt.

He held still with his cock buried deep in my guts. "I never forgot you, sir, and oh, Fuck! I've wanted you bad, Captain!"

"Unnnh. Craig. Fuck me, you bastard, fuck me!" He tightened his butt muscles, powering his cock in deeper, nudging at my very core. Then he slowly withdrew most of the way -- then slid it back in again. Again. And again. And again, again, again, and soon he hit his rhythm, the fucking style that first turned me out. "Ohhh . . . Ohhhhh . . . Awwhhhh . . . " The eternal language of man-sex.

"Oh, yeah," he murmured back. "You are so hot, and damn, you're tight."

I smiled proudly. I looked up into his eyes, and he slowed his pace to long, slow strokes -- conversational fucking. "I missed you, old man . . . I think about you . . . all the time."

"You're a good guy, Craig . . . make me feel great." I pulled his face down and kissed him. ". . . don't see how I . . . could be tight . . . not with that cock of yours . . . stretching me out."

He chuckled. "You got . . . strong ass-muscles." At that, I gave him the milking squeezes, quick, sharp grips with my rectum, and he grunted with pleasure. "Fuck!! . . . tiny fingers . . . squeezing my cock . . . Damn, you're good!"

He looked down at his cock chugging in and out of me, staring at the action. ". . . so fuckin' hot! . . . your asshole squeezes . . . around my cock . . . stretches and pulls out when I pull back . . . like your ass is turning inside-out."

". . . It feels like it . . . big guy . . . big cock of yours . . . rearranges my guts."

He raised his head and looked down at me. I shivered and raised my face to him. "God, man, kiss me!!"

He smiled and lowered his head. I think I actually whimpered like a bitch in heat when his lips brushed over mine. Or maybe that sound came from him. Who knows.

He traced back and forth on my lips with his tongue, then sucked at my lower lip. I whimpered again, softly. When he backed away, my lips opened to welcome his tongue, and when our tongues touched, he gave me goose-bumps.

I sucked his tongue -- and he was the one who whimpered when I did that. His hips still slugged me into sexual ecstasy as our kiss turned into a long, passionate, incredibly communicating act -- almost a strange, intimate, new form of fucking . While his cock turned my body into an inferno, our mouths poured our souls into each other.

Finally he broke away, and as he stared down at me, he caught his breath with a tiny gasp. "God, what a kiss!"

I couldn't stop myself: "Craig, I love you." Damn! Why did I say that??

His hips still lunged at me, his cock driving deep into my guts -- owning me -- and he kissed me again. "Fuckin' a man . . . so different from a woman . . ."

I gave him several milking grips. "Careful, you might get to like it."

"Already do." Then we grew quiet, and he settled into serious fucking. ". . . Gotta cum . . . been waitin' too long!"

"Lemme have it!"

He picked up the pace, growing violent, and I hung on for dear life. Dropping his full weight onto me, he pounded me unmercifully. As his big cock jabbed me up to heaven, I kissed and sucked at his neck, hinting, wishing he would clamp his mouth over mine so we could kiss through his climax.

He tightened, and his muscles flexed and rippled, and with a long groan, his cock shot great loads of semen deep inside me. I could feel the boiling stuff! Incredible! Like an enema of sperm! "Yeah, big guy, sock it to me! Fill me up! Pump me that jizz, Craig! You made me, man, now BREED ME!"

As always happened, I couldn't control myself, either. His fucking touched my sex-center, and my own cock sputtered my load out into the tight space between our two bellies, sliming it up, lubricating his movements.

Finally he collapsed completely over me, his great chest heaving. Sweat dripped off his forehead and ran in rivulets from his body. I held him close, wrapping my arms and legs around him. When our heartbeats finally slowed, and we could breathe normally again, "How long have you been saving that?"

"Dunno. Mabye since I found out the ship would stop in Virginia and I could get leave to come see you."

He slowly withdrew his cock, and as he did, a huge stream of sperm spurted out like I was pissing from my asshole. Craig toppled off to lie beside me, winding from the embrace of my arms and legs. One of my arms remained under his neck as he lay back. "So intense . . . " he said after a long time. "God, you're good . . . When was the last time I saw you, a month ago? Back on the ship before you retired?"

He was silent for a while. "Those were happy days, Captain. God, how I wish I met you in that restaurant when you were young. You coulda been my daddy."

This was taking a strange turn. "You want to be my boy, Craig? You're the one with the big cock. I'm your bitch."

"I've wondered about it . . . what it would be like to feel you fuck me."

"Me fuck you, Craig? I -- I couldn't fuck you! I'm your bitch! You got my cherry! Fucking you wouldn't be . . . respectful!"

He rolled over and looked into my eyes. "I love you, too, man." He paused, thinking. "I want to show you how much."

We came together in another long, hot, message-passing kiss. I don't know how we did it -- I can't imagine what took place -- but somehow with his lips on mine, without speaking, we told each other things about ourselves that we could never put into words. As his mouth burned my lips, I understood him. Somehow I knew him. Better than before. Better than any man I knew. Maybe better than he knew himself.

As we kissed, we rolled over . . . until he was beneath me, holding me against his chest with his great arms. Still the voltage passed back and forth through our lips. I felt his legs raising on either side of me, and before I knew it, his ass had rotated up until my throbbing cock was nestled in the crack of his ass.

When the kiss finally ended, and we lay back, gazing into each other's eyes, I realized he knew everything about me.

"I love you."

We said it at the same instant! Together! In the same cadence!

And at that moment, I bent him in half, pressing my body against him until his knees almost touched the mattress, and I spread his legs out wide. His sweat slicked my movements over him as I positioned my throbbing, rampant cock at his asshole, and lunge! I popped my cockhead inside!

"Hnnnngh!"

"It's okay, Craig, everything is fine. Remember what you taught me -- relax, take your time. I'm here all night for you."

We went through the ancient man-sex rite of thrust-wait-adjust-relax over and over again until I was to the balls in Craig's tunnel. God, it was hot. Like sticking my cock in a furnace.

When he finally lay back panting and eased from the tension of the entry-pain, I began the magic. With a long, slow, steady stroke, I pulled back out again, and from the angelic look on Craig's face, I knew he knew.

"God fuckin' damn! . . . no fuckin' idea! . . . " And, of course, when I began the in-stroke again, he lit up even more.

To cut a long, ecstatic, cherry-busting story short, we fucked on through the night, catching short naps every so often, but continuing what was essentially nonstop man-sex. When the morning light came through the windows, I was on my hands and knees, taking it doggy-style, Craig with his hands on my hips like a ship captain with his hands on the helm, his cock slogging into me like a torpedo busting through the bulkheads of the enemy.

But we were not enemies. Something had changed between us.

When the alarm radio came on with WCLG morning news, we looked at each other with sadness. "Well, guess it's about time I got on my way."

"Yeah."

He looked around us, at what we had done to the bedsheets in the night. They were wet everywhere. The whole bedroom smelled of sperm, sweat, and testosterone. "You got a big cleanup job here."

"I'm going to leave it. I love the smell of you. I'm going to put these sheets away . . . and suck on them when I get to missing you . . . and jack off to the memory of you doing me here last night."

He got up, then looked down at me sadly. "What am I supposed to do now? God, I miss you already."

I got out of bed to stand beside him. I kissed him, and again our souls passed back and forth between us. "Craig . . . lover . . . don't you get out of the Navy sometime around February?"

"Yeah."

"I've got a groundskeeper/caretaker job open. It's yours if you want it." To give him a moment to think, I sank to my knees and took his cock into my mouth.

"Yeah," he said slowly. "Goddamn. That will work!"
I backed off his cock. "You've got to have me around to service you, man . . ." I bent over and kissed his cock. "I'm just one of your bitches."

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The MP Bitch


The MP Bitch

Big military cop learns the Army way to protect and serve

It all started with Kowalski in 1968, a year before I retired from the Army.

One of the men in Sergeant First-Class Kowalski's platoon sent an anonymous note to the Military Police (the MPs) that he was a have user, and as the senior MP detective, I got the order to shadow SFC Kowalski for a while to see if the note was genuine or just the chicken-cuckolds brownie backstabbing of a disgruntled GI.

Since Kowalski transferred in to Fort Garrimister just two months earlier, the brass decided that he wouldn't know I was an MP--I did mostly office work in the MP headquarters building, only car patrols at night, and the detective work was always in civilian clothes.

Kowalski, a platoon sergeant in an *****ry company, would see through me as a "new recruit just assigned to his unit." I was 38 and too fucking big. The plan was for me to be a trained, professional hand-to-hand combat specialist brought in by Battalion from Fort Bragg to put the edge on his troopers' fighting s*******s.

That part would work: I already worked as the MP company's physical training NCO--I guess because of my physique and the Korean Karate. I'd always been a "big guy," and as an MP in Korea during the war and in South Korea after the armistice, I became a black belt in a Korean Karate school.

I'd always been able to take care of myself, though. As a kid nobody ever picked on me, I was always a linesman in school football, and since I've been an MP, any time we had a confrontation with a soldier caught stealing (or whatever), the perp always backed down when he looked up at me--I'm 6'4".

And beside having the big genes, my first hobby, something I've done since younghood, was body-building. After more than 20 years of pumping iron, I weighed 285 pounds with a 57" chest, 34" waist, 22" arms, 28" thighs, and 20" calves (I knew all those stats because I took part in a few body-building competitions).

They attached me to Kowalki's platoon for two weeks to give his soldiers a karate class every day for two hours--and the rest of the time I was to watch Kowalski. One thing that bugged me about the assignment: keeping an eye on Kowalski 24/7 meant a great crimp in my social life.

I loved pussy. Not only did I have the big genes, many of my girls cooed at how I had the "big jeans." Since my grade school years, my dick was always wet.

As early as the fifth grade--I was what, 11?--Miss Merston loved "the big kid" in her class so much she kept me after school many times. "Ooh, look at that big thing, Tommy!" By the time summer rolled around, that bitch gargled my jism as she went home at least 50 times. After her came the sixth grade and Miss Thompmister. She actually had to drop out of school because I got her pregnant--and I was only 12.

By junior high the teachers were forewarned about me, but for many of them, forewarned was foreskinned. I got teacher-sex anytime I wanted it: the librarian in the library, the girl's PE coach in the gym, the drama teacher on the stage--I even scored two male teachers, the boy's PE coach knelt before me in the locker room, and the shop teacher sucked my dick as I leaned back on a workbench, each eager to prove that a man could give a blowjob as good as a woman's.

And those were just the teachers.

As the only non-virgin in junior high, my reputation drew the bees to my honey. My second hobby became seeing how many virgins I could de-cherry, and as I graduated into high school, I had a harem of at least a dozen.

I hit puberty in high school, and my hormones started churning. By the time I graduated, I'd turned at least 20 girls into women--mostly cheerleaders from our school and a few from opposing teams. I'd secretly maned five youngren, gotten three teachers powerd to resign "for mental health reamisters," and I constantly got into fights with angry big brothers or mans pissed off that their girls had come home crying that they weren't "the only one for me."

I always won, a good fighter even in those days, and most of my split-tail conquests kept quiet in the hope that I would marry them--or at least fuck them again.



In 1948 the Army drafted me, and I became an MP. I ended up liking the Army because I liked duty as a cop, I got to see the world, and my dick (again) was always wet--every other female I met--soldier or civilian--ended up up-ended and grunting to me to go faster.

So baby-sitting SFC Kowalski meant my unaccustomed balls had to go without the nightly unloading. I couldn't beat the meat: it was a matter of pride; a man who jacked off was a man who couldn't score, a hunter who couldn't find his own venimister.

I conducted the karate classes with the platoon in PE uniform--black shorts and the gray ARMY T-shirts. Everybody hit the showers afterward, then changed back into their fatigues. And since my "battalion assignment" was a surprise to Kowalski, my karate classes had to fit into the training schedule he already had. The only available time in his fully scheduled day was after the karate classes--we had the daily coordination briefings in the locker room. I discussed the next day's training and the men's progress every day with Kowalski as we stood together stark naked.

I think it began there.

Can't figure out why, though. For hell's sake, I had seen naked men before! I still lived in the barracks and saw a whole platoon of naked MPs every morning in the showers.

Kowalski's platoon had a new barracks. New tiles in the latrine. Chrome pipes. Plenty of light. Different mood.

SFC Brent Kowalski was 10 years younger, a soft-spoken guy from Alabama with a magnolia accent and the lanky bod of a guy who'd spent a few years hopping from girder to girder as a riveter or welder in a Mobile shipyard. He was a good soldier. Knew the regulations. Paid attention to detail. Fair to his men.

But something else: he was handsome! Damn, he was good looking. Blond hair, blue eyes. Square, honest face and a quick smile--straight, white teeth. Even had that movie-star hole in his chin. A real nice guy, he was very easy to work with. Although firm and no-nonsense with his men, I never saw anybody maneuver his troops as easily as Kowalski did. No screaming, no yelling. He literally praised them into such pride they thought they could do anything! His men loved him and would walk over molten lava for him.

He had a good sense of humor. Made wise decisions. I figured he was trustworthy; couldn't see him as a havegie. I liked Kowalski, and he liked me--he treated me with respect. In fact, I felt a little sheepish about snooping. I began to look around for whoever tried to fuck him with a note to the MPs.

I was a Master Sergeant--I outranked him--but I enjoyed his company, and I think he enjoyed talking to me. We kidded around, talked about old times, Army gripes.

And in the showers every afternoon after my class, slowly, gradually, almost before I knew it, I was watching him, but I mean watching. I looked forward to seeing him without his uniform. I was taller and bigger, but he had good, solid shoulders; hard, rounded pecs; and a washboard belly. Walking away, he displayed hard, rounded buns, each with that cute dimple.

But the front view was my favorite. Kowalski's cock was a stunner. Bigger than mine. I out-muscled Kowalski in everything except between the legs. After our daily briefing on the karate class and after we took off our clothes, I wandered into the showers with him, still talking. Once under the sprays of water and washing up, I had to fight to keep my eyes off his crotch.

"Yep, and then the ol' MP says to me, he says, 'How come y'all gathered 'round heah? Y'all shootin' craps?' And Artelli, he says, 'No, Sarge, we-all be playin' Monopoly! Okay, I got Park Place and Boardwalk!'

"Can y'all believe it?"

We were both laughing so hard, we fell into each other's arms for a moment, and we quickly shrugged back out of that, but for a moment I felt that huge dong bumping up against mine. God, what a thrill! But hey, what in fucking hell is happening to me?

Kowalski's tawny skin contrasted erotically against the pale green tiled wall behind him, and the lights above cast shadows outlining every bulge and curve on his body. He looked as hot as a male stripper.

But was I so horny that I looked at Kowalski as a sex object, for god's sake? That worried me. Being nailed as a faggot in the US Army in 1968 even beat out smoking a little dope: the Army would toss me out on my ass even if I didn't get 20 years in Leavenworth.

So why in hell am I looking at a naked MAN in the Valley of the Shadow of Death when I'm the biggest ladyfucker in the Valley?? This does it! I've got to get myself laid.

I had to admit it: Kowalski's body was beautiful. And why not? It's a creation of nature. Why should I be ashamed to appreciate a man's body? As a body-builder I can see the art in a man's physique.

The next afternoon in the showers, I stood there and let the water stream over my hair and down my back, trying to stop thinking about Kowalski and his big cock only two feet away. I opened my eyes and looked down--and there between my legs my own dick was hardening up.

I turned my head slightly and looked over at Kowalski. Luckily he was washing his face--eyes closed against the soap--so I could get a good look. His magnificent cock arched over his balls like a construction derrick.

I could almost feel it in my hand--wet and slippery but warm. Throbbing. Growing hard. Stop thinking this cuckolds brownie!

He grunted as he got a little soap in his eye (almost as if he could feel my hand). He wiped the water off his face, and his head began to turn--

--Zap! My head snapped back to stare straight at the wall in front of me. I was rock hard. Oh, cuckolds brownie! I can't be caught in here with a stiff dick! In desperation, I gave my cockhead a mighty pinch--Yipe! That hurt!--but I felt it going down. Fuck, that was close!

In retreat I turned off the water, took my towel from the peg, and plodded back to my locker, drying myself. What the fuck is happening to me? Why am I so hot to look at Kowalski?

I pulled on my white Army boxers, green fatigue pants, my socks, and boots. As I laced them up, I fought to see some sense in it all: Okay, there is nothing wrong with appreciating a handsome, well-built man. It's like art.

But I gulped. I knew that wasn't all. I was fucking horny from not getting any sex for over a week, and--I had to admit it--I was turned on by the closest possible hole. I wanted to fuck Kowalski. I'd been blown by male teachers, but fucking a man was a sexual frontier I hadn't conquered. Maybe I ought to do it.

But I bit my lip. Man-sex in the Sixties, particularly in the military, was maximum taboo. This "liking a man's body" is out of control. Imagine me, the big guy, the stud--wanting to fuck a man. And something else--if he finds out that I'm a spook in his unit, writing up reports about him, we're likely to get into a fight; at any rate, I'll lose him as a friend.

I stared straight into the dark green locker. God, what am I going to do? As I sat dazed, pulling on the rest of my uniform, a string of naked men walked by to and from the showers. I glanced quickly at each one.

Suddenly from the corner of my eye, I spotted a huge cock, and I turned my head. A short young man slowly sauntered by, doing the usual naked strut with towel slung over his shoulder, consumed in his own thoughts, counting on his fingers--worrying about his income tax, maybe, or how many days leave he had coming.

But he was hung like a horse.

Forcing myself to control my thoughts, I realized his cock was actually only about as big as Kowalski's cannon, but it looked so gigantic because of his smaller body. Then I glanced up. He was looking down at me, and we made eye contact. Oh cuckolds brownie.

I swear to God, that man looked into my eyes and past them into my brain, and I froze. After what felt like a goddamned minute staring into my eyes, he smiled.

He looked from side to side--we were alone. He looked back into my face, and his hand dropped to stroke his cock. Right there in front of me. Damn!

Naturally I watched. The young guy was a new recruit, no more than 19 or so. The sight of his hand stroking along the big cockshaft, the big thing arcing up from his crotch like a swan's neck, and that huge, black, single eye magictized me into a statue.

Still grinning, he pulled back the foreskin, and I saw his cockhead glowing hot and radioactive. He moved so close I smelled it, that heavy, male scent, and my heart pounded!

He sat on the bench beside me. "Likin' whatcha see, Sarge?"

I should've punched the impudent bastard's lights out. Show him what disrespect to a noncommissioned officer meant. In any case I should've screamed his ear off and took his name to go on report.

But what came out was a nervous grunt. "Maybe."

He looked from side to side again then grabbed my crotch and fondled the iron stake inside my fatigue pants. I didn't stop him. Too astonished. "Yeah, Sarge, yer glad ta see me, ain'tcha?"

Before I could reply to that, he grabbed my hand and pulled it to his cock. Ohmigod! Another man's cock. A first! Gripping it, feeling it, thrills shot up my arm like I grabbed an electric eel, and I tremred.

He moved his head close to mine, his voice low and deep: "I know whatcha need, Sarge. Wait fer me over at the Quartermaster warehouse. I got the keys. We kin be alone in there." Then he got up, slung his towel around his hips, and sauntered off to his locker.

Ohmigod! He wants to be my next conquest! Am I going to make that little shrimp my first venture into fucking men?

I sat there, my mind buzzing. Okay, here it is, the perfect solution to get my rocks off! I stood up and walked out of the gymnasium, so confused and full of doubt, I almost staggered like a takes. What do do, what to do? Do I really want to take this step? Add a male to my collection of bitches?

I tried to think coldly: Okay, the safest thing to do is just say fuck it, walk back to Kowalski's platoon, and go about my job. Fucking around with males in the Army is like trying to smoke a dynamite stick.

Yeah, that's it. This didn't happen. None of this happened!

But the palm of my hand and my fingers still smoldered. I couldn't shake the memory--and I had not been walking back to Kowalski's platoon. I found myself in front of the Quartermaster warehouse.

The building was nothing to brag about, an old, derelict Quonset left over from construction many decades ago. Its corrugated tin roof was punctured and torn back, and many of the tin panels around the windows had been torn back by windstorms. All the glass was cloudy with smears of dirt, and I knew the atmosphere in the dump would be stuffy, dusty, everything coated with a layer of grit.

Oh, cuckolds brownie, oh, cuckolds brownie, do I really want to do this?? My heart pounded.

I walked up the steps onto the wooden loading dock. This is all going too fast! That little fucker was like a used car salesman throwing numbers at me until I couldn't think straight! My cock was thinking for me, but I powerd myself to do some cop-thought:

Okay, I'm going to go for it. If this little guy wants to suck my dick, if he wants me to fuck him, yeah, I'm going to do him. No witnesses, his word against mine, no possibility of a paternity quarrel. I knocked on the door.

"C'mon in, Sarge."

I took another deep breath, gripped the door handle, and opened the door.

What I didn't know was that on the other side, a step down to the floor of the warehouse was a good foot high, and jittery as I was, I lost my balance, stumred, and fell forward. I caught myself with my outstretched hands, but on my hands and knees, I looked up at the young guy standing above me. His uniform had Corporal's stripes and the nametag "PARKER."

Parker's pants and skivvies were already shucked down to his knees, and there it was, that cock, that giant cock. He stepped closer, bringing it so near my face, I felt the heat, and once again I smelled it. It drooled precum. My mouth went dry, and I licked my lips.

"G'wan, Sarge, we both know whatcha want."

Yeah, I thought, so just give me a second here to get up so you can blow me--but Parker's big cock was throbbing, the foreskin retracted just enough that I saw the hot, purple cockhead inside. He reached down and s l o w l y pulled back the skin.

Like a gooey, wet butterfly being born out of its chrysalis, his cockhead slowly appeared until Pop!--in a sudden burst it filled my vision, and my sight tunneled down until it was all I could see! That steaming, shiny-wet cockhead had me mesmerized, frozen to the spot. Oh, my God, Jesus, this is all going too fast!

Parker put one hand behind my head and pulled my face closer, and--to my dying day I will never know how I lost control so completely--almost against my will, my jaws opened, and with one last look up into his eyes, I took Corporal Parker's cock into my mouth.

A man's cock was in my mouth. I was a cocksucker!

No! No, I'm not! This is just an experiment, an accident! I'm here because I want to fuck his ass! But since I'm already here on my knees--

Automatically my tongue diddled around his cockhead, and my fingers gripped around the base. He let out a moan. "I knew it! Yer a natural-born cocksucker, aintcha, Sarge?"

Suddenly, weirdly, I felt proud. Glad I pleased the little guy. My heart pounded, and I heard a roar in my ears. Parker's big cock didn't taste bad. I rather liked it. Then he pushed it harder into my mouth, shoving it back toward my throat. I didn't resist, but when it actually started down my throat, I gagged.

"Fight it, Sarge, fight the gag! You kin do it!"

I don't know what the fuck made me obey him--I could've picked the little bastard up with one hand and thrown him across the room--but I threw all my concentration into fighting the gag reflex, and Parker's big rod slid all the way down my throat! I arched my back, straightening out my esophagus to let him in deeper. Somehow I knew I was supposed to. "Uhh, yeah, ya big, fuckin' cocksucker! Take my meat down to yer fuckin' balls!"

Eerie. Fucking eerie! Somehow I liked sucking his cock--and suddenly I was a permister I didn't know. What is happening to me?? I've never felt like this before!

Tears streaming out of my eyes, my nose ground into his crotch hair, and again I felt that eerie pride--I took every inch of that big cock. I pleased him; I did my duty.

Then I learned something about a real blowjob. Women--and even the male teachers from my school days--sucked my cockhead while jacking my cockshaft with a free hand. Not Parker. He pulled his cock back out of my throat until the head cradled on my tongue again, then wham, he thrust it back down my throat! And again and again! Fucking my throat.

"Take it, take my cock, ya big queer! Feel the power of a real man!" I closed my eyes in shame. No man on earth could've said that to me. Except Parker. The short little runt had me, a medal-winning body-builder, on my knees, sucking his cock like a wimp.

Desperate to breathe, I managed through my nose, gasping during his outstrokes--Look at me, I'm learning to be a cocksucker--but the sounds of his pleasure, his moans and grunts coming faster and faster made me so hot and horny, the unbelievable happened. The corporal's growing excitement--and knowing I did it--turned me on so bad, I shot into an orgasm myself!

Kneeling before him, my own hips lurching, I shot what felt like a quart of jism into my underwear. As the pleasure burned through me, I nodded my head up and down to make it easier for him and vary the angles on the little corporal's wonderful cock.

God! Never had such a big orgasm, not even with Lieutenant Williams, the hot nurse down at the dispensary, the one who took my temperature with my cock down her throat. And now a hard male is fucking MY throat.

I had to admit I liked it. But just as an experiment. My real mission is this little twerp's ass!

Then I heard him groan, "Ah, yeah, 'at's got it," and I knew I won. I got him, drove him to an orgasm! Sure enough, he rammed it in as far as he could--I felt cockmeat all the way down to my stomach--and a gush of sperm shot into my guts. He pulled it out in time for me to catch the next two or three spurts on my tongue, so I tasted the flavor of victory.

Salty, bitter, Male. Fascinating taste.

When Parker finally pulled his softening dick out of my mouth, I licked at it, sucking off the last few drops of sperm. "Yeah, 'at's right, Sarge, clean me off."

I should've been insulted, but hey, I had just sucked him off. What would a couple more licks matter? I wasn't a cocksucker, just a sort of "visitor," but I was sucking his cock at the moment--might as well enjoy it. We were alone. His word against mine. I held all the cards, so I worked over his cockhead like a suckling baby.



But god, imagine getting caught like this! It would be even worse than being seen fucking him. But there was nothing to do except relax and enjoy it. I liked the feeling of letting loose of myself, of my responsibilities, of my male pride. I looked up at him, and he smiled. "Really liked it, didn'tcha, Sarge?"

At any time before that moment, I would have slugged him for even asking such a thing, but with the taste of his sperm in my mouth, I managed only a feeble grin. I nodded my head.

He reached down and put a hand under my armpit, pulling me up. "C'mon, get up, Sarge, and let's have a beer." He snickered. "Can't go back to the company with my jism on yer breath."

Damn, he's right. I never thought about that.

I sat beside him on a large packing crate (sure enough, coated in grit--the seat of my pants would look like I slid in to home plate), and he produced two cans of beer. I opened mine, leaned back against the wall, and took a long swig. Then I looked over at him. He hadn't pulled his pants up, so I got to look at his cock as it lay between his legs, soft and recuperating, his foreskin covering the head again.

I had just controlled that big thing. Steered it to a victory. I cleared my throat but still in a hoarse mutter: "Never done anything like this before."

"Yeah, I know." He reached out, took my hand, and placed it on his soft cock. "Wanna do it again?"

I knew the right answer: no. I wanted to get to the Main Act--my cock up Parker's ass, but what came out was "Yeah, maybe later."

He stood up. "Well, while we're waitin', lemme see what yer packin'." He reached for my belt buckle, and I let him open it. I knew it, he's hot for me.

He pulled open my pants, then tugged at my pantlegs. I raised my ass to let him pull my fatigue pants down, then he gripped the waistband of my shorts. I lifted my butt again to let him yank them down.

He smirked at me as he saw the big, slimy mess of sperm in my shorts. "Good fer ya, was it, Sarge?"

My face burned with embarrassment--"Yeah"--and my voice a shy squeak. What the fuck is this? I'm the baddest ladyfucker at Fort Garrimister, and I'm a good 19 years older than this little cuckolds brownie. How in hell am I playing the shy little schoolgirl with him?

He pulled open the laces of my boots and pulled them off, then yanked my pants and boxers off completely. I knew it, he's so horny for me, he's got to see me naked.

"Spread yer legs, Sarge."

Okay, he's going to start with a blowjob. At least we'll be even. I was horny, too, my heart pounding, my cock at full-on hardness.

The corporal stood between my spread legs and grabbed them, swiveling me around, moving my back away from the wall. I caught on: he wanted me to lie back on the packing crate. Then he crawled onto it, scrambling up between my legs. Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, here it comes!

But instead of my cock, he grabbed each of my knees and lifted them, spreading my legs even wider. I cooperated, lifting my legs, wondering why he wound me up like that. He bent his head down for me, though, and I took a deep breath--Now I get a blowjob!

But like he had plugged an extension cord into my asshole, lightning-bolts of pure, natural arousal shot through me! His tongue swiped around my rectum!

Jesus fucking Christ! I never felt anything like that in my life!

My first instinct was to tighten up against his probing tongue, but the sensation was so sizzling, so irresistible, I soon relaxed and spread my legs even wider, moaning in ecstasy. Mo-ther-fucker! I thought I'd experienced it all. God, what a thrill!

Parker paused and looked up. "Really hot fer it, ain'tcha, Sarge?"

"Yeah! Oh, yeah!" Somehow I knew it would be the greatest blowjob I ever got. Maybe men really did give better head. I wanted it; I wanted it bad.

He went back to ass-diddling me into insanity, driving me into such arousal that I wanted to go along with anything he wanted to do. I never dreamed such terrible excitement could come from my asshole! It was more than I could stand, and I panted like a bitch in heat. God I wanted him!

I swore an oath to myself, when I finally fuck him, I'm going to make sure he'll never forget it. I'll give him every trick I know, everything that 28 years of fucking have taught me. I'll have him walking bowlegged and purring for a week.

Again the voice: "Ya ready?"

"Oh, God, yeah! Yeah, I'm hot! Do it!" I never wanted a blowjob so bad--I would've stood out in the company street with my pants down to let him do it.

He rose up over me, pushing my knees back even more, but instead of bowing down to suck my cock into his mouth, he lowered his hips to my ass, aiming his hard cock between my legs, mounting me!

"What?? Hey!"

But I was too fuck-takes, so dazed and horny from his licking my asshole. I was on fire. Corporal Parker was a little twerp--I could've tossed him off me with a shrug, but I didn't. Something in me made me watch as he took aim, and his cockhead pressed against my asshole. Oh, no, not this!

Horny, hot--so crazy and insane from what I learned later was called a rim job--in the weirdest way I wanted to cooperate, to please him. To obey. I lay there, looking up at his face, then down at his cock as he took me.

As he took my manhood.

As he took my authority, my dignity, and my respect.

YEEOW!! God, it hurt! I stiffened, arching my back, obligation back a scream. He backed off on the pressure, lessening the pain for a moment, but again AAH, the big stump tried to split me in half. I could hardly breathe from the pain!

I heard myself begging him to let me go, but he gave another big shove, and ARRGH! With a pain so great I thought I'd pass out, his cockhead passed through my gates, and "Gotcha, Sarge, got yer cherry!"

He paused there for a moment and leaned forward on his hands, one on each of my nipples. "Yer my bitch now," he murmured.

So it was true.

It was not pleasure, though, it was pain. My asshole never stretched around anything that thick before, and all my horniness vanished. My whole world was the stabbing pain in my ass! And the terrible pain in my heart: I AM a bitch, a queer, a faggot! A man has stuck his cock up my ass. I'm no longer cherry.

It felt like hell! No pleasure at all! What a letdown. He'd stopped moving, for which I was glad, and I wanted just to tell him to get the fuck off me. Maybe I'll beat the little bastard up for trying something like this with me!

But slowly he started pushing in again, and although the pain came back, it was not as much as before, and finally I felt his cockhair, the same stuff he'd ground into my nose, scratching and tickling against my balls. "In ya, man," he grunted, "alla way."

I was so ashamed, I turned my head away. God, what a nightmare. But quietly, down deep inside me, again that weird pride. I took his whole length.

Every once in a while, a girl screamed if I sank too much into her pussy, so anybody with a dong like Kowalski or Parker probably heard that, too--but I had taken him to the last inch, down to his cockhair! Better than any woman.

He liked it, and somehow that made me strangely glad. Like I'd done my duty.

He paused there for a few moments, savoring his triumph and conquest--letting me think about the fact that when this was over, he would outrank me, in a way--and I'll be damned, the pain gradually faded away!

The biggest revelation was yet to come--when he began the outstroke, slowly pulling back, I was amazed:

It . . . felt . . . wonderful!

The pain blended into a sensation I'd never felt before! Another new sexual experience! Pleasure radiated out from my asshole through my whole body, and I was confounded--who knew a man could get such a terrific pleasure from his asshole!

Every stroke after that scored ecstatic friction! Again I could hardly breathe, but this time because it felt so wonderful! Damn, it was fabulous! The faster and harder he lunged into me, the stronger the pleasure, until I heard myself croaking, "Faster, man! Faster!" The very words my bitches yelped to me.

My head spinning, I reached up around his shoulders and pulled him down to me. I had to hug him, I had to do something in return for the ecstasy. Before I knew it, he was kissing me!

Almost gracefully (compared to the savagery of the lunges below) his lips dropped onto mine, and after the initial shock--My God, I'm kissing a man!--I kissed him back, melting like a steel bar in a furnace.

The hottest kiss I ever had. No woman, not even that captain's wife I double-teamed with Sergeant Shawnessy a few years ago gave me a kiss like that. Trails of fire ran out from my lips, and I felt my face flushed.

His tongue jabbed into my mouth and overcame my own in the sword-fight in spit, and he claimed me as his. He controlled me at both ends. It was all I could take--again I lost all control, and a tidal wave of orgasmic pleasure swept over me, shooting my jism all over my chest. Unimaginable bliss! I stiffened up, my toes curled, and my eyes rolled back in their sockets.

And it wasn't over! After eight or nine ejaculations, my orgasm eased off, leaving me light-headed and takes, but the corporal still lunged after his own climax, and his bone-jarring lunges into my ass kept me at near orgasm pitch for nearly 20 minutes! For twenty fucking minutes I never came down!

The friction of that big, knobby cockshaft chattering through my hypersensitive asshole kept me floating just short of ejaculation so long, I thought I was dying. My vision blurred, the roaring was back in my ears, and I found myself licking the drops of sweat off his face like an adoring dog.

And Parker wanted variety: he ordered me to get up. He lay back, then I sat on him, impaling myself on that fabulous cock, starting the pleasure again. Later he ordered me onto my hands and knees, and when he got in the saddle, I learned even more about what one man could do for another. Stabs of joy shot through me as his cock battered my prostate.

He made me so hot I couldn't stand it. I wanted to suck something! Jack something! Anything to quench the blazing fire. Never had such an overwhelming experience.

I had one more thing to learn: when the young fuck-god unloaded his sperm in me, I went abso-fucking-lutely crazy! I felt the jets of sperm pumping into my ass! When I realized he was breeding me, pumping his jism into me, I got such a terrible wave of pride, I cummed still again, my cock spouting joyous gushes of my boiling slime all over the warehouse floor.

Fabulous! Sex with Parker was the most intense of my whole life. Three ejaculations, one right after the other! I'd never done anything like that.

He collapsed on my back, and I loved the feeling of supporting his weight, his warm body still connected to mine by the mighty power cable of his cock. I could've crouched there as his undercarriage for the rest of the night, but that wasn't to be.

Corporal Parker rose up off me, pulled his cock out, and stood up. My ass felt empty, abandoned, robbed. I looked back over my shoulder at him, then rolled over to sit on my ass--right in the middle of the mess of my own sperm.

He hurriedly pulled on his pants. "Gotta leave now, haveta be over at the company fer night watch." He pulled on his green baseball cap. "Thanks, Sarge. Seeya later. Let yerself out; the door'll lock behind ya." And he was gone.

I got up, dressed, and left. I walked all the way back to the bachelor NCO barracks, my mind buzzing with titanic discoveries.

On one hand I had never felt so much like cuckolds brownie--I had just proven I was a fairy, a cupcake, a limp-wristed faggot. I was filthy, covered with dust and dirt both on my skin and on my uniform. And inside.

But on the other hand, I had never felt so liberated, so pleasured, so physically wonderful in my whole fucking life!

Back on my bunk, I couldn't relax. My mind went 100 miles an hour, reliving every second of my sex-baptism with Corporal Parker. God, I loved what he did to me. I didn't get to fuck him, didn't even get my blowjob, but I didn't care.

I just pined for the next time he did his thing with me.

What? The next time?? What are you thinking? You're going to be this guy's whore?

It hit me like the ceiling crashed down on me: Yeah. I want that guy to fuck me again.

Then another thought, a scary one. What would it be like to be fucked by Kowalski? I gritted my teeth. He was ultra-straight. We even joked about women, and some of his men had hinted to me that he had a stable of eager town-babes. Shit.



And something else: how could I get into a relationship with a man I was investigating? Let's see, if I spread my legs and help the guy penetrate my asshole, does that mean my objectivity is compromised?

Only if you get pregnant.

There, you see? Kowalski can fuck me.

Funny thoughts, but I didn't smile. Damn, I wish I wasn't spying on this guy!

A long time later I finally fell arelax.

I woke up next morning, the red coursing through my veins, full of vim and energy, eager to get at the day. At the mess hall for breakfast, a PFC looked at me with raised eyebrows. "What's with you today, Master Sergeant? Still running on the caffeine from coffee at the overnight duty?"

"Uh, yeah. Overnight duty. Lot of coffee..."

As I went to work, the sky was blue, the day was beautiful and warm, and I felt great! In Kowalski's Company office, one of the clerks chuckled, "What's with you, Master Sergeant, you get laid last night? You're whistling while you work."

For hell's sake, was I whistling? I felt like a happy schoolboy. I couldn't get Corporal Parker off my mind, which meant I walked around with a hardon. And as the hours ticked by, I got hornier and hornier.

For the karate class, I suited up in the usual black shorts and T-shirt, but I put on two jockstraps--I had a hardon that simply would not go down, and my only hope was to strap it against me so tight it couldn't give me away with a black tent between my legs.

As I led the class through the warm-up calisthenics, I spotted Parker near the back. He really was a wimp, the smallest guy in the whole platoon, but when I thought of what throbbed behind those black trunks, my own cock surged against the woven-mesh restraints. My legs felt weak for a second, and I almost lost the cadence: Down-two-three-four, Up-two-three-four!

The rest of the class was a blur. I showed them some blocks and strikes, demonstrated with two or three of them, then set the rest to practice with their partners. At one point I had just shown one of the GIs a hip-throw, kneeling on the sand beside the guy, showing him how the arms can swivel into a half-nelmister as he goes down, when I heard The Voice:

"Master Sergeant, can ya show me that?"

I looked up, and there stood Parker. Again, so close I felt the heat from his body, and I swear I smelled that scent of male! To my intense embarrassment, my voice squeaked, "What?

"Can ya show me that take-down and that hold?"

"Uh, yeah, sure." Again, my voice cracked like a schoolboy reading a love poem.

I let the first guy go, then I stood up and faced Parker. "Okay, come at me." My balls instantly calculated another meaning for those words, and my cock twinged again.

Parker jumped toward me. I easily sidestepped, then moved him off-balance over my hip. I swiveled him over me and dropped him onto the sand. As he fell, I followed, looping my hand under his armpit, then up to grab the back of his neck.

I had him trapped--but I had accidentally ended up with my face over his hips, an inch above the giant cock waiting behind that thin layer of black cloth. Or was it an accident?

And as if he were merely trying to get up, Parker raised his hips off the sand and ground his cock--harder than iron--against my mouth!

The memories came roaring back! For one split second, I craved to suck and lick around that big bulge, but (God looks out for the dumb) I came to my senses and stood up. Parker got up, too, and smiled. "Thanks, Sarge. Are we engaged now?"

The little cuckolds brownie. I was breathing hard and not from the exertion. He knew what I wanted.

I didn't like Parker in spite of the fact that I let him get my cherry--and in spite of the fact that at the moment I was living for the next time he would fuck me. He was a vindictive little bastard who fought against authority and--Ohmigod!

It hit me: Parker sent the note about Kowalski!

Later, in the naked briefing session with Kowalski (what I had come to think of as the "happy hour"), I asked him about Corporal Parker.

"The boy's a tough case. Judge told him jail or the Army, so we'uns got the problem." Kowalski smiled. "He's okay. Ah just have to keep a close eye on him."

Again, I had to take off my hat to Kowalski. Nothing brought him down. Positive attitude oozing from his pores. A real nice guy. I felt like cuckolds brownie, spying on one of the good guys.

But speaking of oozing, I couldn't help but notice that his cock was indeed, bigger than Parker's, and the thought of what it could do to me made me a little dizzy.

I owed him a favor, god damn it. I was going to get in touch with Parker, tell him the MPs knew he sent the note, and threaten him with federal charges if he ever did anything like that again. And, yeah--I would toss in an order to request a transfer out of Kowalski's unit.

During the day's *****ry training, I spotted the little cuckolds brownie, and I motioned him off to the side, into some trees where we could be alone. "Corporal, I've got something to say to you--

--He chuckled, "Yeah, yer a natural, ain'tcha, Sarge?" He reached down and groped my crotch. "Same place. During the noon hour." And with that he trotted back out of the trees, back to the platoon.

It pissed me off. He was an E-4. I was an E-8, about 20 years older, a foot taller, and 125 pounds heavier. I deserved a little respect. But his sticky white swimmers had burrowed into my guts; he did get my cherry.

Somehow he was on top.

I decided to read him the riot act at the Quartermaster warehouse, so for the rest of the morning I was on pins and needles (trying not to be, but so horny I felt my cock drooling precum into my shorts). I actually worried I might be working up a dark, wet spot in the front of my olive-green fatigue pants. Damn it, I'm not going over there to fuck! I'm going to meet him for a showdown!

At noon I hurried over to the warehouse. It was locked, so I loitered around, waiting, eager, breathing hard. Damn it, I am NOT eager! I am NOT here for sex!

Finally Parker showed up. "Well, ain't we the little Eager Beaver? Yer beaver eager fer me, Sarge?"

I thought I would be made, but I couldn't answer. Too embarrassed. Goddamnit, I'm fucking SHY around him! What is it about him that makes me bow to him?

I followed him through the door, then he suddenly turned around and grabbed my belt buckle, undoing my pants. "C'mon, Sarge, we ain't got much time."

I swear to god I don't know what happened. Instead of teaching the little fuck the value of respecting a noncommissioned officer, suddenly I had my boots off, and I was sitting on the floor, shucking down my pants. The Main Mission had become three: (1) fucking Parker to get even and regain some of my manhood, (2) maybe just once more letting that man's cock stretch out my asshole, and (3) giving him the "Get out of town" threat.

He smiled, slowly pulling open his pants. "Ya been thinkin' about this ever since last night, ain'tcha, Sarge?" He stepped closer, bring that mesmerizing cock close to my face. Without a second thought, I sucked it into my mouth. "Yeah, that's it, wet it down fer me while I git ready."

I sucked his cock, maneuvering around as he pulled down his pants. Then he pulled down his underwear. God, I loved that big dong. When he pulled it out of my mouth, I kissed it.

Stark naked, I lay back on the magic packing crate, spread my legs, and lifted them, waiting, eager (my fucking him could wait). Parker, fully dressed except that his pants were down, crawled between my legs, up across my chest, and lowered his hips to mount me.

Breathing hard, I reached down to guide his cock to my target, "C'mon, Parker, there you go, now you got me: Fuck me!"--

--ANGH! It hurt again, but I had been here, done this, so I knew what to expect--it was a good pain. His cockhead blasted past my ass-ring, and he was in! The pleasure began as his big rod slid into my guts, and I writhed under him, giving myself up, wallowing in the pleasure of presentation, the weight of my responsibilities lifting off my shoulders as I became his meat-hole, his cum-slut, his worshipful sex-slave.

The gray, gritty, dust-covered warehouse became a palace in Monte Carlo, and the packing crate was a four-poster bed with crisp white sheets embroidered with his initials and silk pillows decorated with embroidered pictures of my asshole.

I was too much on edge: the second he pulled back and started humping, I went over the falls, into a full-on orgasm, spurting my happy jism all over my chest. Parker lifted his torso up and away, keeping my sticky jets of sperm from splattering over his uniform. "Yeah, yer my bitch, awright."

I would never have permitted those words in public, but with his wonderful cock catapulting me to Valhalla, I was just fine with it. I was good and comfortable being Corporal Parker's bitch for the moment. As along as he did what he did to me, I would be anything he wanted.

Just like before, when my orgasm finally burned out, it didn't go away, just reduced in intensity, becoming a flowing river of pleasure, a takesen ecstasy, and he could keep me like that for as long as his big cock thrust through my hole. Is this what it's like for women? No wonder they're always after me.

My rectum--my "beaver," as he put it--had become my most intense sexual organ. I let everything go--my military rank, my authority as a cop, my age, my strength, everything! I just lived to be the meat-hole this fabulous young stud used.

I clenched my asshole around his cock, adding to his pleasure, anything to serve him, and when I spotted him going into his orgasm, I planned to pull him down to me and kiss him, but it didn't happen that way.

"What in hell is going on here??"

I recognized that voice. LTC Teroth, the battalion commander. Ohmigod, NO!

Parker didn't stop lunging against me, and for as much as I wanted to stop, my brain black with horror, Parker was in control. My body was floating in heaven from the asshole-reaming of my young Alpha male, and although I could have snapped the little jerk in two by clenching my thighs, I couldn't deny it: he owned me. I was his. His bitch.

Finally I felt his cock swell even bigger, and with a long groan, he thrust into me to the max, once more punching my prostate, making me dizzy with pleasure. The warm swelling inside meant he was breeding me again, loading me with a balls-worth of jism.

Again that strange pride: I was bearing his sperm. His swimmers were spreading out into my body. I clenched my asshole to hold them in.

Then both of us rose up, and Parker looked back over his shoulder. Colonel Teroth stood there in righteous anger, and I saw my military career going up in smoke. The palace in Monaco suddenly flashed into the suffocating, sulfurous chamber of Satan's throne room in the volcano.

The colonel looked at me. "Master Sergeant Bailey, never thought it would be you"--

That little rat-fuck Parker set me up!

Parker crawled off the crate, and Teroth and I stared at each other. His eyes flashed fire. Mine were those of a dead fish.

When I finally looked around, Parker was gone. Disappeared. When the big fish gets caught, the little fish get away.

Lieutenant Colonel Teroth, the battalion commander, reached down, going for a pager I figured, one of those new things that ring alarm bells far away with just the push of a button. MPs would soon show up to put me in handcuffs.

But instead, he pulled open his pants! My jaw dropped open. I saw the CO's cock for the first time, and I couldn't believe my eyes. Not a bad cock. Not as big as Parker's, but at least as thick.

I gazed as the colonel crawled up onto the packing crate onto me. When I realized what he intended to do--and that I had dodged the bullet--if that's what it took, I wanted the colonel's cock in me.

I lay back and waited. Teroth drew closer, staring me in the eyes as he mounted, and UNGH, my asshole stretched around the CO's cockshaft. His lunges soon brought me back to simmering pleasure. God I love this! How come I never discovered man-sex before?

Teroth was a horny old stag, and he pumped me for 10 or 15 minutes, thrusting pleasure with every lunge, and when I heard him let out a groan, I got another warm fullness in my guts. I had been bred again.

Without a word, Colonel Teroth pulled out, leaving me weak and limp, falling back like a cum-soaked rag. He buttoned himself up and left the warehouse. Finished with me.

No thanks. No "good job, Sarge." I was just his pussy. His bitch.

And God help me, something about that turned me on so much, my cock swelled into an iron stake. I stood in the middle of the floor, yanking at my cock like a teenager, jacking off until I, too, let out a long groan and saluted the glory of being a male with the white fireworks of my cum. First time I had jacked myself off in decades.

And glory of glories, I was not marked as a queer!

Tired, really fucked out, I dragged myself over to the post gym to take another shower. I smelled of sex and hoped I didn't draw too much attention, but the gym, after all, smelled like a gym, so I hope to blend into the sweat-scent.

For the rest of the day I struggled to adjust. I had just been fucked by the lowest and the highest. For hell's sake, how many queers are there on this post? My world was not exactly crashing down around me, but it was certainly rearranging.

I went to the barracks that night thoughtful and a little worried. In spite of the fact that I had just been the commanding officer's lover, if it were ever discovered, my head would be on the chopping block. As an officer, LTC Teroth no doubt had all sorts of legal safety nets around him, but I would be dropped down the elevator shaft.

I decided I needed to rein in the galavanting libido and cool it for a while. I don't need them--and for god's sake, the battalion commander! Who knew? But I've made it 40 years without being anybody's bitch.

But I'll be damned if the next morning, while I meandered some distance behind Kowalski as he directed his platoon through some maneuvers in the woods, Parker himself came up behind me and pulled me behind a tree.

"What the hell are you doing?" My voice was a hiss. "Goddamnit, we'll get caught! And you, you little bastard, you set me up!"

To answer my question, he pulled open the fly of his fatigues and fetched out that big scepter. My voice fetishd into a desperate squeak. "No!"

"Yer just a cunt, Sarge. Ya know all ya wanna do is service a real man." With his hands on my shoulders, he pushed down, and as I stared down at his big throbber, my own pulse sped up to match his throbs, and I couldn't help myself. God, he's right! I sank to my knees and took it into my mouth.

His voice was low, like a cello: "How's it feel, Sarge, learnin' whatcha really are? No shame in that. Ever'body's gotta be somethin'."

Then, as if my mind wasn't already blown enough, we were interrupted. "Hey, Parker, what you doing all the way back--Jesus Christ!"

I knew that voice, and my guts clenched up. Kowalski.

Of all the men I knew, he was the hardcore purest, the straightest arrow. I would never survive this discovery. Again my whole life passed before my eyes. My military career would last the approximately 15 minutes he would take to hop in the Jeep and drive back to the company.

"Master Sergeant Bailey, ah never'd believe y'all would..."

Parker won again, the little fucker. He scurried away in a second.

Alone with Kowalski, my brain on fire, my whole world in flames, I expected some sort of straight-guy curse, but instead, "Master Sergeant Bailey, you big mister of a bitch, ah never dreamed y'all would be into this!"

I hung my head in shame.

"Ah been a-lusting after y'all since the day ah saw that big chest in the doorway, you big, handsome fucker!"

What? "Big"? "Handsome"? I was speechless. Could've knocked me over with a feather.

"C'mere, you!" He reached out and pulled me to my feet. "Ah been horny for y'all for so long, ah gotta have ya right now!" So overwhelmed I couldn't stop him, Kowalski pulled me to him and kissed me!

God, what a kiss!

Parker had set me on fire, but I was just a cum dump to him, and I saw ever more clearly how the rebellious little bastard had set me up for disaster. On the other hand, kissing Kowalski was like an orgasm from the mouth. From the moment his open mouth clamped onto mine, it became a wonderful, beautiful blending of our bodies into one.

I loved the feel of big cocks in me, anxious to get the essence of the man's body, the milk of his balls, and feel it spreading out into my guts. I reached down every time, spread my cheeks even wider, and wriggled, taking the man even deeper, farther inside me.

Any man who kissed me I kissed back with enthusiasm, matching his tongue strokes with parries of my own, and any man who hissed, "You wanna be my bitch, Bailey?" got a hoarse, shouted answer:

"Yeah! Yeah! God, yeah, anywhere!"

Before the morning light, I sucked cock at least 30 times, and I was mounted by Green Berets at least as much. Finally I fell arelax along with two other men on the colonel's bed.

The party ended as dawn appeared in the east. Gradually the men faded away, there one minute, gone with their uniforms the next. When I finally shook the cobwebs away and looked up. Kowalski and Teroth were my companions on the bed. Ohmigod, the balloon and the pin!

But still in the spirit of the party, I crawled over to Kowalski and started sucking his cock. Then they both woke up. "Well, Master Sergeant Bailey, I take it the charges against Sergeant First Class Kowalski are dropped."

Oh, cuckolds brownie, oh, fuck, oh, hell!

Dead silence. Kowalski looked down at me with astonishment. All I managed to say was "Uh..."

The colonel continued. "Master Sergeant Bailey is an MP detective I assigned to you to verify an anonymous note we got accusing you of have use."

Kowalski stared down at me. "Y'all--were investigating me?"

Double oh-cuckolds brownie. "Brent"--it was the first time I had ever used his first name. "I didn't--"

--"Y'all made love to me while planning to arrest me??"

"No! It wasn't like that at all! I knew right from the first you were innocent. I just had to focus in on who was framing you, and it turned out to be Parker."

"God damn, man, why didn't y'all just tell me?"

I didn't have an answer for that, but Teroth saved my ass: "Master Sergeant Bailey was ordered to investigate you; he was just doing his duty." He smiled. "And Kowalski, you passed with flying colors." He lowered his voice. "Which was great, because if you were dumped in the brig, the men's club would be one top short."

He smiled again. "Now shake hands, you men, and make friends. I've got a morning woodie, and I think you might be able to help out."

Praying he wouldn't hold a grudge, I smiled timidly at Kowalski and held out my hand.

To my great relief, he took my hand, squeezed it, then with the other he pushed my head back onto his cock.

But that wasn't yet the happy ending. I found out I was still a beginner at man-sex: Kowalski and Teroth taught me something else.

The colonel wanted to fuck me from behind. He stretched out on his back on white sheets, and I lay back on him, jostling my hips until his cock lined up with my asshole and he thrust inside. Ahh, yeah! Love that feeling!

I figured I would soon be sucking Kowalski's cock, but he didn't want a blowjob. He wanted a fuck.

Before I knew what was happening, he raised my legs, elevating my hips (almost pulling Teroth's dong out of me), and pressed his big rammer against my hole, struggling to get in on top of the colonel's!

I tried to struggle, but there wasn't much I could do. I was too horny and lust-dazed. I groaned loud and long as my poor, ravaged asshole stretched around TWO big, healthy cocks!

When they were both in--Kowalski to the balls and Teroth as far as he could reach--they started their lunges, and thanks to the copious amounts of slippery sperm lining my guts, they slid back and forth easily enough. My ass-ring was tighter than a banjo string, so I was probably tight as a virgin for the two of them, but since each man was after his own climax, they were not in synch.

The big dong on top, Kowalski's, jackhammered me in short, rapid thrusts. Teroth's dong underneath did slower, full-in-&-out lunges since he had to arch his hips up and down.

Incredible sensation. Multiple thrustings. Different rhythms. My asshole was stimulated in a thousand different ways, and it drove me crazy. The giant stretch was also a turn-on, taking me back to my first fucking, when my asshole hurt like a knife wound. But I had become such a slut, the sharp pain only added to the maelstrom of sensations like the zesty sting of Tabasco sauce on a thick, juicy sirloin steak.

The two men raised me to another plane. I had surrendered my masculinity to them the second I pulled down my pants for them, and I had released all my law-enpowerment authority when the first cockhead pushed through my gate, but two horny studs fucking my ass at once tore away any shred of dignity, pride, or even the fear that I wasn't doing something inhuman.

I felt like an natural, a kept pet--no, worse than that, I was a slab of meat. A big, warm steak with a hole in it.

And that was the biggest turn-on in my life! Everything was upside-down. Ever since Parker taught me what I could do with my asshole and I'd begun to crave being fucked rather than fucking, everything was reversed! I used to get turned on by compliments and seductive little movements from women, but I found myself aroused almost to raving insanity by offense, insults, and being subjugated by men.

God help me, I loved it! I wallowed on Teroth's body like a whore in heat, panting and sweating, moaning and calling out for them to "get me deeper," "grind your cockhairs into my ass," and "god, oh god, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

When I got two cum-loads in me at once, it was like they sprayed my guts with gasoline! Their mixed jism was like napalm, searing me to ashes inside, and the sexual ecstasy that built on that agony turned me inside-out!

It was beyond orgasm! I saw my cock sputtering my own sperm in such power-shots that it hit Kowalski on his neck and chest, but the intense bliss was no longer centered in my cock--I felt it in every cell of my body! It was too much. I blacked out.

When I came to, I lay on the bed, and the colonel was slapping my face. "Wake up, c'mon, wake up, Sergeant!"

I groaned, opened my eyes, then rose up on my elbows. Both Kowalski and the colonel stood looking at me. They were dressed again. "How long was I out?"

"Damn, man, it was like 10 minutes. We were just about to call for an ambulance."

They stood talking while I pulled on my uniform, then they taught me the secret signs and passwords of the club--how I could identify other members of the club at other posts! The club--it had no name--had members on every post in the US Army!

Somehow I staggered back to my barracks, glad it was Sunday morning and I could spend the rest of the day in my bunk. My asshole felt like I could sit on a beer can and not notice.

I was truly a new man.

After that, life went on "normally" enough--I went back to being an MP--but there was one tiny change: my lunch in the mess hall was only the appetizer for Kowalski's daily load pumped into my guts from the other end as we hid in the woods behind the motor pool.

I retired from the Army the following year, but as a "veteran," I continued to attend the secret meetings, and I kept in touch with Kowalski nearly every day until he was finally transferred away. I never saw Parker again. Ultimately I bought a bar close to Fort Garrimister, which became the "clubhouse" for the secret society.

And my life as I grew older? Had to buy myself two big, thick dildos, tape them together, and pleasure myself on the off-nights.

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The Engineering Club

Chris invited me over to his house to help out with the engineering club he was mentoring. He told me to come over a couple of hours before the meeting and he would go over how a typical meeting would go. He said the college kids were the type that were really smart, but didn't have much experience with girls, so they were a little shy. Chris said that since I was an engineer that I could help them with some of their problems.

When I arrived at Chris' house, he was dressed really casually, wearing only a pair of swim trunks (that were kind of see-through) and a tee shirt. He told me I was dressed too formally for such a casual meeting. After we get done prepping, we'll take a swim before the guys get here. Chris explained that there would be about fifteen guys from the state college, and a typical meeting lasted about an hour. After we talked, Chris gave me a pair of swim trunks to wear and we went swimming in his pool.

After swimming for a bit, Chris said he was having trouble with the draw string on his trunks. He asked if I could help him with it. He came over and I got on me knees in front of him and started working on the knot. While I was deep in concentration working on it, Chris slipped his trunks down in front of me. As the trunks dropped to his ankles, I was holding the draw string and staring at a huge semi hard cock.

I looked up at Chris and he said "What do you think Dan?" What I thought was wow. I had seen big cocks from all of my internet surfing, and this was as big as any of them, and not actually hard. I couldn't stop staring.

Chris continued "I could see when we were talking and swimming that you couldn't help but look in the direction of my crotch. I thought I'd show you what you were missing."

I said "I don't know what you're talking about," but the bulge in my shorts was growing and I continued to look at that monster.

"Dan, look at how hard you're getting. You want my cock and I want to give it to you. Go ahead and reach for it."

I don't know if I was in a trance or what, but I felt compelled to do what Chris wanted. I shouldn't really say this wasn't something I had wondered about. I had fantasized about Chris doing the most outrageous things to me for as long as I could remember. I wasn't gay, but had fantasized for over a decade about getting fucked in every position by Chris and being made to do it over and over again. So when Chris was telling me to touch him, I think I really wanted him to be giving me orders and I wanted to obey them without question.

I said to Chris, "I've never done anything like this before. I've only been with women. I'm a straight man."

Chris replied "Dan, I know you've never done anything like this before. But I can also tell that you have wanted to do something like this for a long time. Don't pass up on the chance to find out. Look at my cock. You know you want this."

How did he know? Other than the drool coming out of my mouth and my staring, I had never said anything to Chris to reveal my fantasies. But he was right; I did want to do it. I reached out and felt his cock. It was soft and spongy, and responded immediately to my touch. Chris told me to run my hands up and down, and have my hands continue up his body to his lower stomach. He was in really good shape. He felt like a real man should. This must be what gets a woman excited. At this moment I was a woman, and it was really making me crazy. I couldn't sit still and had a desire to put my hands on my own cock before I exploded from excitement.

After a couple of minutes of this, Chris ordered "Take off your shorts Dan and let your little clit out."

As I started taking off my shorts, I thought about what Chris had said and asked "Did you say what I thought you said?" Chris said "You heard me bitch. Take out your clit. Little girls don't have cocks, they have clits."

I had to admit, when you compared my cock to the monster Chris had displayed before me, it was only a clit. I had no right to call myself a man around him. If he said I was a girl, then that was what I was. He was a man.

After I took off my shorts, Chris ordered me back on my knees and told me to put his cock in my mouth. He didn't have to say it twice. I dove in. His cock had to be at least ten inches (probably more like 11 or 12), and I wanted to take every inch of it in my mouth. I sucked and stroked his cock and Chris continued to give me orders and tell me what a girl I was. He was debasing me in every form, and I wanted him to continue. He was helping me live out my fantasies that were so perverted, I could never speak them.

Chris' orders continued "Keep licking my cock, now work your tongue onto my balls, put each one in your mouth and savor it, work your tongue further back, lick my inner thighs, lick the space between my cock and my ass, ooh yeah that is a really sensitive area, keep using that tongue, work your way into my ass, get your face way in there, keep licking it while rubbing my ass, now rub my cock while licking my ass, you are such a bitch."

After about ten to fifteen minutes of running my tongue over every portion of his genitals, Chris said "I have never had a woman do the things you just did. You wanted to be treated like a pathetic girl. From now on, when I talk to you I will never refer to you with any masculine term and you will not speak of yourself with a masculine term. You are to refer to yourself as a girl and you are to respond as a girl in everything you do. Do you understand?"

At this point, I would have said yes to anything Chris said. I answered "Yes sir."

"Very good. Now, lets go inside and see if that pussy of yours is as nice as your mouth."

I got up off my knees and Chris led me into the house. We went into the front room of the house and Chris had me bend over the arm of the couch. From this position, I could look out the front window that had a view of the street and the front door. He told me to beg for his cock. I sighed "Please fuck me. My pussy feels so empty. I need your cock to make me feel like a woman. I need your cock to fill me up. I need your cock so bad. Please fill this little girl's pussy with your manhood."

Chris couldn't help but laugh. "You really took me seriously out there. Maybe we need to start calling you Dani with an i. I have to admit, your desire is keeping me hard." He then placed his cock at my hole and pushed slowly. Thank goodness I had moistened it for the last fifteen minutes, otherwise he would have torn me apart. As it stood, the pain of a cock in my never before spread ass was making me scream loud enough for everyone on the block to come to the window to find out what was happening.

Chris told me to relax and my ass slowly took every inch of Chris' huge cock. I felt his pubic hairs rub against my ass, and Chris said "for a virgin pussy, it must be extremely deep. You just took my entire length of cock. I have had some women complain about the length of my tool, but you took it all. There is a word for girls like you. Slut. Tell me what you are."

I screamed back "I'm a slut. I will never think of myself as a man again. You have turned me into a woman. I have fantasized about this for as long as I can remember. Most nights when I masturbate, I am dreaming of your cock. I have finally fulfilled my deepest desires, and I want you to take them further. Please pound me hard and split me in two."

With that, Chris began aggressively fucking me. He continued to shout out insults and I continued to suck them up like compliments. He slapped my ass with each stroke and I came all over the arm of the couch. Chris noticed my violent shake. He said "That's a good girl. I'm gonna make you cum a whole lot more before we're done." Usually after cumming to thoughts of Chris using me, I would feel ashamed and swear never to have such thoughts again. However, this time, I felt like everything was the way it should be. I stayed as horny as hell and screamed at Chris "Please keep fucking me. I need more cock. I want to cum again and again. I want to do nothing but please you. Keep using me. Turn me into a cum receptacle."

Chris just laughed "I can't believe how easy this was. You really want more cock don't you?"

I said back "Chris, my dreams of you fucking me are of epic proportions. They included you taping and photographing me to blackmail me into continued service. They included groups of guys using me at the same time. But even I didn't realize how good it would feel to have your cock in my pussy. I will do whatever you say. Just please keep fucking me until you cum in my ass."

"I'm glad to hear you say that, and so will the engineering club," Chris said as he began speeding up.

When he said it, I couldn't believe my ears. I had completely forgotten about the engineering club meeting. I looked up and there were eight guys standing outside the window watching Chris fuck me. He waved them in as he continued to speed up. He was very close to cumming. As the door opened, I could feel the first shots of cum fill up my pussy. He started grunting as shot after shot filled my hole. When he finished, he slowly pulled his softening cock from my ass, and cum dripped out of the gaping hole.

Chris then turned to the engineering club, pulled on his swim trunks and said "This is Dani. She is a girl that I went to high school with. I invited her here today to help with your self esteem. Most of you have never been with a girl, and feel very awkward around them. Dani would like to take each of your cocks into her mouth and pussy, and show you how good it feels to be with a girl. Dani, come here and show the guys how much you can help them with their problems."

When Chris said the words, I had realized that this was how Chris wanted me to help the guys with their problems. He had planned this all along, and I had willingly gone along with him, even though I didn't realize what I was doing. I got off the couch and got down on my knees in front of the club. I couldn't look them in the face. My face was extremely red as I said "When Chris invited me here today, I figured I could give you some advice as a fellow engineer. That was before Chris showed me his cock and had me worship it. I am now a girl. Please think of me as a girl and let me show you how you are the real men. Although I am here for your pleasure, I will receive at least as much pleasure from being used. I need you to use me. Please use me."

With a smile, Chris then added "Who's first."

Immediately, I was surrounded by four guys unbuckling their pants as quickly as they could. I helped one guy, Jimmy, with his pants. He lowered his underwear and his quickly hardening penis landed right on my nose. The other guys laughed as I grabbed his cock and started sucking and rubbing like a slut in a porno movie. I had looked at picture after picture of women getting gangbanged on the Internet, always wishing I could be one of those women. Now, I was about to become one of those women.

The other three guys lifted my ass off the ground, putting me on all fours. My pussy was still dripping some of Chris' cum as Mark stuck his cock in me, immediately sticking his entire length in me. So now I was being impaled at both ends by a cock, and I was realizing that both of these cocks were much bigger than mine. I was again confronted with the realization that my cock really was just a little clit. I thought I was at least average sized, but I was much smaller than nerds that couldn't even get dates.

John and Michael then grabbed each of my hands and placed them on their cocks. I now had a cock in each hole and a cock in each hand. This was too much for me to handle and I came for a second time. Mark was the first to notice me shaking and said "this little slut just came. We must have hit her g-spot or something. You were right Chris; I am learning stuff in this club. I thought the g-spot was just a myth."

Chris said "Well Dan, I guess you are multi-orgasmic." Chris turned to the rest of the group as if he was teaching a class and said "Most women are. For men, their cock becomes flaccid for a period after they cum. However, women have clits that stay hard and allow them to cum over and over again. Dan here stays hard, so he couldn't possibly be anything but a woman."

The four guys then picked me up and placed me on the couch on my back. Michael had pushed his way into my pussy and John was making me suck him off. I took my legs and wrapped them around Michaels hips, allowing him to pump me harder. This position continued for several minutes and then Chris told me to smile. I looked up and Chris took a picture of me with a cock in my ass and a cock sitting on my lips. A third cock had just been put in my hand. Chris said, "This picture will look great as the flyer for next year's high school reunion. We can use a caption like 'cum on in and see our valedictorian'."

I was even more embarrassed than when the engineering group first saw me getting fucked. I begged Chris, "Please don't show that picture to anyone I know. I'll do anything you want."

Chris said "You are already doing everything I want. Why shouldn't I show this picture around? I'll bet there were some other cocks from high school you wanted to suck besides mine. Maybe they will want to use a slut like you."

Again I pleaded "I will do whatever you want. You can put the picture on the Internet, just please don't send it to anyone I know."

Chris smiled and said, "That's what I wanted to hear. Sign this waiver so we can begin your film career. The engineering club needs to raise some money and a pay per view site starring you might just raise that money. We can't legally put anything on the Internet without you permission."

I couldn't believe it. Another of my fantasies was coming true before my eyes. I signed Chris' form and the next thing I know three of the club members begin filming the fuck scene happening in front of them. I was now the star of films that would blackmail me into doing whatever Chris wanted.

For the next three hours, each of the club members got to star in their own portion of the movie. I was fucked over and over, and came four more times without ever touching my cock/clit. After every one of the guys was completely spent, Chris asked them if they had learned anything. John told Chris "I had no idea some women were so easy. Dan never said no to anything." Mark piped in "I have had a couple of blow jobs before, but nothing like this. If a girl is truly interested in pleasing a guy she can. I think Dani had a great time, and is actually happy that she will be a star."

Chris said "Dan, do you want to comment on that."

I said "I truly let everyone of my inhibitions down today. I'm not sure how other women are in that regard, but I have never been so sexually fulfilled. I think I will probably relax for three straight days after this, but I am getting hard just thinking about how excited I made all of you."

Chris replied, "Wow. I really had no idea. I suspected, but had no idea. Guys, I'll see all of you in a week. You are all now members of the delta alpha nu society. In fact, that will be the website that will be devoted to the films and photos we took today. Dan here is the star of the delta alpha nu society."

After everyone left, Chris told me that I am to attend all future club meetings. I am to be naked at all times during these meetings, and will continue to be a woman whenever I am in Chris' presence. Before arriving next time, I am to shave all of my body hair and to put on body cream that will soften my skin. Chris finished with "You are unbelievable Dan. To think I considered you an equal in high school. And now you are my willing and able bitch. I'm going to enjoy humiliating you in every way imaginable and having you enjoy every minute of it."

That was a week ago. Chris just sent me an e-mail to let me know that word has spread on campus. I can expect the engineering club to have at least doured, and there might even be some women there besides me. If things go well, we will be the largest club on campus, and may even start expanding into the community.

For the next couple of days after my experience with the Engineering Club, I was hit with overwhelming guilt. I had let Chris, along with a dozen of his friends, use me unmercifully, and record it for anyone to see. I couldn't believe what I had done. Although I thoroughly enjoyed being used, I couldn't let anyone find out about it. What would my family and friends think? What would work think?

Saturday morning I got up early and had just gotten out of the shower when I heard a knock at the door. I quickly put on a towel and answered the door. Standing on my porch was Chris with a devilish grin. When he saw me wearing just the towel he said, "Hi Dani. I see you are already getting ready for me. I didn't even have to call. You just knew. I must have left enough of my seed inside you to sense my presence."

"Uh, hey Chris. I was actually getting ready to go play some golf. I'm kind of in a hurry to meet my playing partners."

"I think golf will be on hold today little lady. You have some important business to take care of today." Chris then walked into my place, closing the door behind him. He then grabbed my left hand and placed it on his crotch with a rubbing motion. "I think you remember this. It has been permanently tattooed on your brain. There is no sense in denying it."

When Chris grabbed my hand, my towel began to slip, and fell within about 15 seconds. So now I was standing in my own doorway, completely naked and rubbing Chris' cock through his pants. Chris said, "That's more like it. Now, why don't you move down to your knees where you'll be more comfortable?"

At this point, golf was the furthest thing from my mind. I tried to protest. "Last time was a mistake. I shouldn't have acted like that. It's not who I really am. I was just experimenting." However, my hardening clit and my weak knees were keeping my argument from being very convincing. By the time I reached my knees, Chris had unzipped his pants and his huge cock was being presented to me. As soon as I saw it, my mouth started watering and my hands were shaking. That thing had turned me into a girl, and I was ready to resume my duties.

I grabbed Chris' cock with both hands and eagerly licked it all over. I was bouncing on my knees trying to taste every portion of his cock. Chris said, "That's right honey. Work your little cunt mouth over the entire length. Get my cock as hard as you can." As Chris said this, I was already beginning to leak. His words were so dominating. I loved feeling like a powerless woman.

After a few minutes of licking, I put the head in my mouth and worked my way as far as I could down the shaft. It was only a couple of inches before it hit the back of my throat. I then pumped his cock with my mouth to try to get it wet enough to go further down my throat. This strategy worked a little bit as I think I got as much as six inches down my throat. However, there was another five or so that were only getting the attention of my hand.

Chris was starting to get really hard and really relaxed. He told me it was time to work on his balls. I took the right one in my mouth and began sucking. It tasted so good. A couple of minutes later, I put the left one in my mouth and savored its flavor. Chris then told me to open my mouth as wide as I could. He worked the right nut in next to the left one and just left it there. "This is what they call tea bagging". I had heard of it, but it should be called drowning in balls. I could move my tongue a little bit, but there wasn't any room left as my mouth started producing saliva. I started gagging. Chris said "Are you ready to do whatever I say and forget all about this experimenting cuckolds brownie."

I nodded my head and came in the same instant. I couldn't help myself. I couldn't think of anything I needed more at the time. Chris then took his nuts out of my mouth and I started coughing like a obligation victim. Chris stood me up and placed one of my hands on his cock. "Come with me".

I followed him to the bathroom and he proceeded to shave all the hair off of my body except for the hair on my head. He then handed me a bottle of lotion and told me to rub it all over my body. I couldn't believe how it felt. This lotion made me feel extremely soft and smelled very feminine. Chris then told me that some people will be coming to the door in a few minutes and I was to make them feel welcome.

When the doorbell rang, I was told to answer the door completely naked. "But what if it isn't your friends?" Chris simply responded that I would then have to make more people feel at home. I nervously opened the door, my cock/clit very much at attention. Standing on the other side of the door were four of the largest men I had ever seen. Chris must have found them at Muscle Beach or something. I was staring in awe until one of the guys started laughing saying that my clit was happy to see them.

I was embarrassed and turned beat red as I let them in. Each of the four guys grabbed my ass as they walked in and gave it a squeeze. Their hands were huge, so I could just imagine what was under their shorts. As the fourth guy walked in, I saw a couple of guys with cameras standing outside of my house taking a few shots. One of the guys yelled for me to just leave the door open and they will be in shortly. When I started walking toward the living room, I saw Chris talking with the four guys. They then turned to me and said, "Make us feel at home. Give us the grand tour."

Chris told me to start with the back bedroom. As I led the guys to the back bedroom, I could sense that they were planning something. When we walked into the bedroom, I started to turn around to say something when one of the guys pushed me face first onto the bed. He started dry humping me and then pulled his shorts down so I could feel the size of his dick rest on the crack of my ass. He said, "Is this where you are planning to take all of the men in your life to show them a good time?" As he asked the question, he started rubbing his cock all around my ass, getting it up to full attention.

"What are you talking about? I've only done this once before." I responded. However, each word was interrupted by a moan. I was really enjoying his rubbing.

"I'm sorry. I thought Chris told us this was the home of a world famous cock slut. Maybe he meant after we get through with you." As he was talking, one of the other guys poured some lotion in his hand and he started fingering my cunt and rubbing some on his cock. After about a minute, he placed one hand on my lower back and used the other hand to guide his cock into my hole. I started to scream as his cock was stretching me beyond belief. He slowly pushed his cock into my ass and I felt his pubes after about five minutes. He held his cock there and told me I would loosen up. My screaming subsided and my ass started to feel like a cunt. He could tell I had loosened up when my moaning became audible. At that point he started sawing me in two, working the length of his cock in and out of my pussy.

At some point I began to see flashes and realized the camera guys were filming me. It didn't matter. I pushed back with each thrust, and got this muscled stud off in a matter of minutes. When he came, he gripped down hard on my ass cheeks with his cock all the way inside me. His semen was in deep enough to impregnate me. As he slowly pulled out, the cameramen got the cum shot they were looking for, dripping from my gaping hole.

With each new room on the tour, I was fucked in another position. I was fucked over a bed post, against the sink and across the desk. One man put my ass on the back of the couch as I faced him and then lowered my ass onto his cock. I wrapped my legs around his waist and rode him as I came twice. One guy pushed me onto my knees in the shower and had me give him a blow job. In the hall was a picture of me with an old girlfriend. One of the guys bent me over and told me to look at the picture while he fucked my cunt. It made me so hot thinking Jennifer was looking at me and telling me that I was a worthless girl. I shot a load with his cock up my ass as I pictured her being taken by these real men; I could never have satisfied her. Two different times I was fucked by one guy, had a cock in my mouth, and had my hands on two other cocks, all while not even touching the ground. I was simply a rag doll in their hands, and could not love it more. When we got to the kitchen, the guys positioned me over the sink and had me fuck myself with the faucet. After about ten minutes, one of the guys turned it on. I was essentially being given an enema. At one point in the fuckfest, I received a call from the guys I was supposed to play golf with. Chris answered and told them I was busy "on" something, but that they should stop by after the round to work off any frustration.

After about two hours, each guy had cum twice, and I was asked to be a good host and make the guys some lunch. I guess that was the least I could do after they made me cum myself a half dozen times (they were actually surprised that my little clit could hold that much). When I brought them some sandwiches, I was about to eat one myself when Chris told me that my guests like to have their dicks sucked while they eat. I was back on my knees, getting each guy off for a third time. At this point I really let my hands explore their muscular bodies, feeling all the muscles that real men have. The cameras continued to click and take video footage of each further offense.

After the guys got up to go, Chris told me that a couple of the Engineering Club members needed some tutoring this afternoon. However, Chris had not yet gotten to shoot a load off yet. I was back on my knees giving him another blow job when the phone rang. It was my golfing buddies. Chris again answered the phone, but told the guys "Dani can't come to the phone right now. She has my dick in her mouth." He then stuck the phone close to my head and the guys could probably hear something. I don't know what they said, but Chris replied, "No, you have the right number. Dani is just being herself today."

I think Chris really got off on humiliating me like that because he came as soon as he put the phone down, and it came in loads. I tried to catch as much as possible, but he started rubbing it all over my face, leaving a sticky film. When he was finished, I looked up at him and said "How could you humiliate me like that? What if they really think I was sucking you off?"

"I only did it because you really want it. You just can't see how much you want it. I'm actually doing you a favor. You'll see." Chris cleaned up but told me not to. He gave me a pair of fairly short shorts and a t-shirt as he got dressed. "I'll give you a ride to the club members' dorm. They told me they would pay you for the tutoring, though it might not be with money."

We got to the dorm of Steve and James, two of the guys that had used me on tape a couple of nights ago. They welcomed me in, and we actually started talking physics. I started to think that my offense was over, even though I was kind of hoping they would make me do them as well.

After about 45 minutes of studying, James said let's take a break. He then unzipped his pants and asked me to come over and treat him the way a "good girl" should. It looks like I was going to be back on my knees. Steve told me to strip down before I did anything. As I did, both guys stated how much they liked my shaved body. I blushed before going down on James. Steve walked up behind me and started caressing my ass cheeks. As he spread them apart, he started laughing out loud. "James, I think we are going to both fit into this pussy. Dani must have been getting fucked constantly since we last saw her. Her cunt is completely stretched out."

As I sucked on James' cock, I proceeded to tell them about my experience with the four muscled jocks. As I completed the story, James had me stand up and turn around. He had me lower my pussy onto his cock. Like I had mentioned previously, compared to me, he was very big. However, compared to the four guys I had "hosted" earlier, there was plenty of room in my pussy. I was able to slide right onto his cock, even if I hadn't been lubing it with my mouth.

I bounced on his cock a couple of times; really getting him worked up before he grabbed me by the legs and pulled me off the ground and onto his lap. James is only about 5'5", a good 8 inches shorter than me, and would be considered a nerd by most people. However, he lifted me up like a little girl, and I started leaking something fierce. It was such a turn on to be manipulated like that. As he was holding my legs, Steve was doing something over by the computer. When he finished, he came over and started working his cock in as well.

As soon as he had penetrated me, I knew that I was in heaven. As they sawed back and forth, I started cumming like a flood. I wrapped my legs around Steve and started licking his chest and rubbing my hands over his body. James told me to smile for the web cam, and I think I just moaned and looked like a woman in a trance. I started screaming, "Fuck me harder. I need this so much. I am the luckiest woman in the world right now."

They came shortly after. I think they were getting off humiliating me as much as I was enjoying the offense. As I climbed off of James' cock, the guys told me to walk over to the web cam and tell everyone about myself. I said, "My name is Dani, and I am a cock slut. I love having my pussy filled so much that my clit cums without even being touched. These studs are part of a group of guys that turned me into a woman. Now, all I want to do is please real men."

James and Steve told me how good that was. They turned off the camera, and we actually went back to studying. However, we all remained naked and I was told to keep one hand on each guys cock the entire time. After about 20 minutes, Steve got up and went to the computer. James took my other hand and directed it toward his chest. I started rubbing his chest as I lowered my mouth to his balls. As I licked I moved my other hand up to his chest and just rubbed this real man's chest. His cock got extremely hard and he told me to make him cum. I pumped his cock with my mouth and both hands and he exploded, telling me that I have to be the nastiest slut ever.

I swallowed every drop and licked him clean. Steve then had me come over to the computer to check out the website he had up. I lowered my pussy onto his cock as there was only the one seat at the computer. I couldn't believe my eyes. The site was called "Dani's Place", and there was a picture of me with a mouthful of cum on the homepage.

I started to click on various pages as Steve had me bounce up and down on his cock. I should have been horrified to see the pictures and videos of me, but the cock up my cunt was turning me on too much. There I was looking at pictures of me being fucked as I was being fucked. Each new picture had me leak a little bit more cum. By the time I had seen about 25% of the site, I had built up enough of a rhythm to get Steve to cum in my pussy. As he did, I came as well, and then fell over exhausted.

"So, what did you think of the site? It looked like each picture got you harder than the last. Did you click on the house rules at Dani' Place?" I must have looked confused, so Steve clicked on a page and in bold type it said: The house rules, 1) The guest is always right and should be free to do whatever he wants and 2) I am a woman and should be treated like one and talked to like one.

I was starting to get the feeling that the four musclemen wouldn't be the last guys Chris would invite to my house. Then I saw a link to a page that scared me. It said "Directions to Dani's Place". I clicked on that link and there was a map, my street address and a picture of what the place looked like on the outside. I asked Steve who had access to this web page. He looked at me like that was a weird question. Steve replied, "Everyone with a computer has access to the Internet." I asked if it was a pay site. He replied, "No. Chris wanted everyone to be able to see it. He said it was what you wanted, even if you didn't think so."

I started to get the feeling of remorse. I quickly put on my clothes and got a taxi back to my house. I didn't even say goodbye even though it was the best study session I had ever had. When I got back to my house, there were three guys standing in the doorway of my house. I didn't know what to do. Then, my golfing buddies pulled up right behind the cab, and I really didn't have a choice but to get out. My buddies started joking about Chris' comments when one of the guys standing at the door said he was here for that too. My buddies then took a good look at me and noticed the sticky face, sticky shaven legs and the short shorts. Mark then said, "You really did have a cock in your mouth today, and probably several with the looks of you. It's been a tough round of golf. I think you should probably invite us in."

I got completely red faced, and walked to the door. As I opened it, all five guys were unzipping their pants as they walked in. The last guy through the door said "Dani's Place is open for business" and left the door wide open.

That was two days ago, and there has been a steady stream of guys the whole time. Chris had reset all of the cameras, keeping a constant record of my conversion from man to cum-slut extraordinaire. I just called into work and told them I had a stomach ache. The secretary responded, "From the looks of it, I think the actual ache was a little lower, though your stomach is pretty full. I would assume your knees are sore too. Some of those guys seem pretty large." Mark must have told everyone at work about my change. The secretary continued, "I was thinking of picking up Jennifer and coming over after work. She commented after you guys broke up that she thought you might like men, but I can't imagine that she thought you liked them that much." I was in shock but my clit was getting hard thinking about the look on Jennifer's face. Everyone is going to know, but the only way to stop it would be to kick everyone out of my house. How could I do that? I couldn't possibly *** the rules of Dani's Place.

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The Houseguest


My name is Dan Jeffries. I'm forty-six years old, a computer systems analyst working for a large accounting firm in downtown Chicago, although I make my home in the suburb of LaGrange. I've been married to my wife Grace, a paralegal, for ten years. Grace has a nineteen year old flower named Janie from her first marriage who I love as if she were my own young. We also have a beautiful eight year old flower named Lauren, who is my little angel.

I have known I was bisexual since I was in my late teens, but before the events in this story all I'd ever experienced with other men were fantasies. At the depth of my being, I had a certain amount of shame that just kept me from acting on my desires. My one outlet was writing erotic stories. Over the years I've written dozens of stories that involved me being with other men and exploring my many fantasies of gay and bi sex and presentation. I am lucky, though, because Grace is completely understanding and even more than a little turned on by my attraction to men. We have always talked openly about it, and I even share my stories with her, which has contributed to our fantastic sex life. Other than that, my other sexual needs were fed only by fantasy.

That all changed one Tuesday evening when Janie called to tell us she was coming home from school to visit for the weekend. Grace was working late that night, so she asked me if it would be alright for her to bring a friend with her.

"Of course," I answered. "Why wouldn't it?"

"Well, it's a guy, but he's just a friend."

"How many times have I heard that before?" I chuckled.

"No really, Dan, he's gay," she protested.

That stopped me in my tracks. "Is he?" I asked.

"Yea. His name's Mark. He's kind of a militant for rights on campus. He leads a couple of student groups, not just for gay rights, but for a bunch of other causes, as well."

"Well, that's admirable," I said, feeling hot all of the sudden.

"He's a great guy and he's been a really good friend to me this year. Can he come?"

"Sure," I said, finally letting go of the breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. "I don't mind and I'm sure your lady won't, either."

She thanked me repeatedly, told me she loved me, and said that she'd see us all on Friday.

That night as Grace and I got ready for bed, I informed her about our houseguest. Noticing the bulge in my boxers, she teased that I must be turned on by the thought of having a gay man in the house. She pointed out the potential even if we both knew that I wouldn't act on it. We had our usual amazing sex as we talked about a scenario that was closer to real than usual.

Janie and her guest arrived on Friday night just before dinnertime. As he stepped through the doorway and into our living room, I was struck by how good looking he was. He was tall with short dark brown hair and milky white skin. He was well built, though not overly so.

"Mark," said Janie, motioning to each of us as she introduced us, "this is my mom, my sister Lauren, and my stepdad Dan. Everybody, this is Mark Ross."

"Nice to meet you," he said as he shook hands with each of us. "Thanks so much for letting Janie bring me home. The dorm gets old after awhile, and I live too far away to get home except between semesters."

"Mark's from Colorado," Janie explained.

"Well, dinner's just about ready," Grace said. "Why don't you guys put your bags down and come into the kitchen?"

I had been really quiet throughout all of this. I hoped Mark didn't think I was weird. But having a real living, breathing gay man in my house was really turning me on. I stood with my hands covering my crotch as we walked into the kitchen, trying to hide my growing erection. As we sat down at the table, Lauren was excitedly talking with Janie and Mark about the Harry Potter books, which they all read. As I watched them talk all I could think about was the fact that he was gay. I started picturing him having sex with another man. I quickly snapped myself out of it. This was so inappropriate. My flowers were sitting at this table. This young man who had become the object of my lust was not only a guest in my home, but my stepflower's good friend. Not to mention the fact that I was old enough to be his man.

"How old are you, Mark?" I asked suddenly.

The girls looked up at me, puzzled, and I sheepishly realized I had inadvertently butted right into the middle of their conversation. Mark, however, smiled politely and answered me. "I just turned twenty."

I nodded distractedly. My flowers exchanged looks that seemed to say "He's finally lost it," but Mark fixed me with a quick penetrating stare, and then turned back to the Harry Potter conversation.

"I hope you don't mind relaxing in Janie's bedroom, Mark," Grace said a few minutes later. "We don't have a guest room. Janie can relax with Lauren in her room for the weekend."

"No, that's okay," Mark protested. "I don't mind relaxing on your couch."

"I like when Janie relaxs with me," Lauren said through a mouthful of pizza.

With the relaxing arrangements settled, the conversation turned to Mark's campus activism. Grace asked him what causes he was involved with, and after naming all of them, he drew himself up in his chair.

"Inclusion is very important to me, and I and some other students are trying to help shape the University into a place that is more respectful of diversity. Not that it's awful now, but everything can be better."

"Inclusion's good," I said stupidly in a goofy voice. Janie shot me a look of annoyance for my bizarre behavior.

Mark, however, just smiled and nodded at my comment. He was so assertive and sure, but not at all cocky. I began to picture him undressing, slowly unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his bare chest. His shirt was off and he was undoing his belt when I was snapped out of my fantasy by Grace serving each of us a bowl of chocolate ice cream.

As we ate dessert, Lauren asked Janie to take her out for shopping and a movie the next day. "Sure," Janie said. Turning to Mark, she asked him if he wanted to come along.

"No thanks. I need to get caught up on some work. That is, if you don't mind me sticking around and using your computer," he said, looking over at Grace.

"Of course not," she said, waving her hand. Looking over at me slyly out of the corner of her eye, she added "I actually have to go into the office for a little while tomorrow, anyway, but I'm sure Dan will be able to help you with whatever you need." It was with great effort that I kept myself from cumming right there at the table.

After we finished our ice cream, Mark offered to help wash the dishes, after which time he and Janie left to meet up with some of her old high school friends. They told us not to wait up for them.

"Don't forget we're leaving at ten!" Lauren shouted as they walked out the door. Janie shouted back, "I won't!"

As we climbed into bed that night, Grace reached over and found my cock already hard. She smiled and said, "Thinking about you and Mark having a little quality time tomorrow?"

I laughed and said "No," rather weakly. She gave me a knowing smile, then rolled over and quickly fell arelax. I didn't fall arelax quite so easily, though.

I slept later than usual and only woke when Grace came into the bedroom with a cup of coffee for me. She said that the girls were just getting ready to leave and she was just finishing up some computer work and was then going to head out, as well. She slid her hand beneath the sheets and gave my cock a stroke. "I'll take care of that later if you don't get any other offers," she said, and with a wink, she walked out. I watched the sports news and drank my coffee and a few minutes later she came back to give me a kiss goodbye. What I didn't know was that her "computer work" was leaving some of my erotic stories open but minimized on the computer that Mark was going to be using that morning. She knew they'd be impossible for him to miss and she suspected that when he read the rather graphic content he would be spurred into action.

I turned the TV off and finished my coffee, then got up to take a shower. As I stood under the warm stream of water, I began to stroke my cock, again thinking of our handsome young houseguest. Just the fact that I was alone in the house with him was arousing. I stroked myself slowly, but before I came, I stopped and resolved to save it for Grace when she got home. I got out and toweled off, and by now was thinking of a few things that I had to get done at some point during the day. I walked out of the bathroom naked and went towards my dresser as usual. What wasn't usual was that Mark was lying naked on our bed slowly stroking his cock.

I stopped, in shock, and stupidly asked, "Mark, what are you doing?"

He didn't answer for some time and then said slowly, "I'm stroking my cock."

I couldn't say anything at first, but finally, my mouth reacted properly and said, "You need to leave."

He didn't move and didn't answer at first, then said, "Do I? It looks like your cock says otherwise."

My cock, of course, displayed my true feelings and was throbbing hard already. I dropped my eyes down, partly from embarrassment and partly to confirm the betrayal that I could feel pulsing hot through my body. My eyes drifted slowly up and stared at his cock. He was still lightly stroking his hand up and down the shaft. I stared and could do nothing but observe every detail. It was beautiful. Long and thick, not huge, but big and perfectly shaped. I stared and couldn't look away. My trance was broken by him getting up from the bed and walking towards me. My eyes dropped again. I was too nervous and embarrassed to look at him. I could see a wet spot at the tip of my cock and then could see his body come into view as he stepped close to me. His hands gently slid over my nipples, causing my body to convulse and more wetness to seep from the end of my cock. His hand went to my cock and he wiped his fingers across the wet head and I thought that I would cum all over his hand. He brought his hand to my mouth and pushed my chin up so that I was powerd to look at him at the same time. My mouth went to his fingers and licked the salty wetness from them as he said, "You're hungry, Dan, aren't you?"

I nodded my head in shame and hunger.

He smiled and said, "You want to suck my cock, don't you?"

I nodded my head again.

"That's not good enough. Tell me what you want."

"I want to suck your cock," I said with a trembling voice.

"I know you do. You want me to make you my whore. You don't just want to suck my cock, you want to worship it. You want every drop of cum you can get out of it, don't you?"

It was not a question and he knew the answer. "Oh God, yes. I want your cock in my mouth. I want you to fuck me and I want you to give me all your hot cum," I blurted out as I dropped to my knees in front of him and his swollen cock.

I stared straight ahead at it and he took it in his hand and slowly stroked it up and down again. He bent his cock forward and ran it across my cheek and under my chin. He powerd my head up with it, to make me look him in the face. I tried to look away, but couldn't. He asked, "Where do you want my cum, Dan?"

"Everywhere," was all I could say.

He smiled. A sort of wry smile that seemed to be amused by what a cum slut I was in front of him. I was beyond embarrassment by now and was consumed by lust. My servitude fed his arousal and he gave way to his power over me completely. "I'm going to give it to you everywhere before we're done," he said, "but I'm going to start with your face, because a slut should have cum on his face before he gets fucked. Get on the bed."

I climbed onto the bed and he pulled my head around so that it was close to the edge. He stood over me, stroking his cock. I stared in amazement and lust at his cock and heavy balls just inches from my face. My body quivered and my face was frozen in a look of lustful anticipation. "Tell me what you want, Dan," he panted.

"Cum on my face. Oh God, cum on my face. Shoot your hot cum on me. Cover me. I want it. Please. Cum on my face. Please. Please, Mark. Please. Please." I ranted.

I watched his balls pull tight to the base of his cock. His cock throbbed and jerked. His cum flew and landed hot on my face. Shot after hot shot flew from his lurching cock all over my face and neck and into my hair. My orgasm came. Cum poured from my cock out onto my belly. His legs grew weak from the power of his orgasm and he leaned forward onto the bed to steady himself, pressing his cock and balls into my face as he did. I licked and sucked at his cum soaked balls. A long moan that started when I saw the first throb of his cock was muffled but not diminished by his messy crotch pressed to my face. I felt his hand on my cock and, though its hardness had only diminished slightly, I felt it grow harder still. He regained his strength and brought his hand to my mouth. I licked my cum greedily from his fingers. He ran his fingers through the cum that he had shot all over my face and smiled at me, seeing that I was eagerly awaiting whatever he wanted to do to me next. He slid his hand under my neck and lifted my head towards the head of the bed. He spread cum everywhere he touched me. I was lying on the bed now, with my head toward the top. He straddled my chest and pressed forward, saying, "Suck my cock, Dan."

I did so eagerly and he slowly began to move his hips back and forth, fucking my face. I nearly fetishd, but he went slowly at first and then fed me more and more of his cock with each forward stroke. I wanted every inch of him inside me and relaxed my throat and gave over to him. "That's it. Suck it. Oh yea, take the whole thing. I knew you were a cocksucker the first moment I saw you. Yea, take it, you fucking cocksucker. Yea, suck that cock. Oh God, Dan, you are such a cock hungry slut. I'm going to fuck your face and then I'm going to fuck your ass."

I felt his heavy balls slap against my chin and my nose press into the matted hair of his crotch with each forward stroke. He reached to the back of my head and pulled my hair hard with each forward stroke, burying his cock into my hungry mouth. He stopped and rolled off of me. "Get on your knees, bitch. I'm going to fuck that tight ass of yours now."

The sound that escaped me was half moan and half whimper. I quickly moved to my knees, my head and shoulders pressed to the bed. "Reach back and spread your cheeks for me," he commanded.

"Oh God, fuck my ass," I panted as my hands pulled my ass cheeks apart, exposing my tight hole to him.

"Shut up, slut," he barked. "Push your finger in there and loosen it up for me."

I wiped my finger around the sweat and cum that had run between my legs and then slowly powerd my finger up inside my tight ass. I felt like such a slut, finger fucking my ass in front of him, but I wanted so badly for him to fuck me and my finger felt so good, I slowly worked it in and out, moaning the whole time. Janie would have been mortified beyond words if she could see what was happening right now between me and her good friend.

"You are such a horny bitch," he taunted. "Work another finger in there so my cock doesn't split you open."

"Please, just fuck me," I moaned, but I complied, powering a second finger into my ass.

"Oh, I'm going to fuck you alright. I'm going to give you pleasure unlike anything you've ever known before. I'm going to shove my whole cock into that tight little ass of yours. I'm going to fuck it until it milks my cum, and I'm going to fill your slut ass with hot cum."

His hand pulled mine away, my fingers popping out. They were quickly replaced by the fat head of his cock. It was coated with cum and saliva and he leaned forward in one steady thrust, pushing his whole cock into my ass. I felt his weight on me and over me, and it pressed my head and shoulders into the soft bed. I moaned. A slow, deep moan. My ass felt impossibly full and my cock throbbed and dripped. He eased his cock back and then slowly forward again. I could feel every beautiful inch of it touch every nerve and sending waves of only pleasure over my entire body. My hips rocked back, wanting him to fuck me harder and deeper. "Yes. Yes. Fuck me. Oh, yes, Mark, fuck me," I panted.

His hands took my hips and he began to thrust powerfully and deeply with each stroke. His hips crashed against my ass and he couldn't fuck me hard enough or fast enough for either of us. We were both blind to anything but our own lust and he fucked my ass wildly. My hands clutched handfuls of the bedspread, trying to get a grip to power myself back harder against his thrusts. I panted and struggled to breathe, my face buried in the blankets. I felt his cock stiffen and throb in my ass as he reached around and stroked me. I lifted my head from the mattress and saw my beautiful Gracie standing inside the bedroom doorway, leaning back against the door with her pants around her knees. She rubbed her clit furiously with the flat of her hand pressed hard against her mound. She came hard as we did, and it was far from the last time that day for any of us.

By the time Janie and Lauren arrived home that evening, we were all showered and sitting at the kitchen table as innocently as could be.

"How was the movie?" I asked casually, hoping they couldn't somehow sense that Daddy had spent the last seven hours getting pounded in every possible position while Mommy watched.

"Great," was Lauren's answer, while Janie's was a less enthusiastic, "Ok." She asked Mark if he got all his work done.

"Oh, I got it done," he said slyly, caressing my clothed member underneath the table.

I can't wait until Janie's next visit.

I was kinda happy that my tormentors, if you could call them that, had left. Also, I was kinda unhappy in a way because through their use of my ass, I had found something out about myself that I hadn't known before. The spanking and the fucking of my previously virgin ass, had awakened emotions and sexual feelings that I never knew existed. Ashamed to admit it to myself, I had really enjoyed the stuffed and full sensations they had given my ass.

Being powerd to submit to two men had really been a turn on to me. Being spanked and used had made me orgasm without even touching my cock. The only time I had ever ejaculated without touching myself before that was in some wet dreams I had years ago. I missed the domination and the empty feeling my ass had when they fucked me. Even though I was kinda sore from the spankings and from the fucking of my asshole, I was now alone and in a way, kinda wished they had done me twice. Such a shameful felling, I was so embarrassed.

My back was aching like never before in my life. I guess I had been stuck in the window now for at least an hour. The muscles in my legs were trembling, and my calves and knees ached because there was no way to support myself comfortably. My butt cheeks felt sore and itchy from the spankings. They tingled so bad that I just wanted to rub them for relief. While the inside of my ass burned a little, I really missed that stuffed full feeling and the heat from a hard cock. More than anything, I missed the thickness of those hot tools in my ass and whatever they had rubbed on that made me orgasm.

The window seemed lodged even tighter than before, making my escape impossible. As I arched my back and tried to push it up, my neighbor now crossed the street in my direction. When he entered my yard and approached me, I noticed how big and well built he was.

"Hey, how you doing neighbor? Welcome to the block, my name is John," he said as he stood directly in front of me.

He stood about six feet four inches tall and was wearing a pair of cutoff jeans, nothing else. Tanned and well defined muscularly, at that moment I thought to myself that he was kinda handsome. I don't think I had ever made a mental note before in my life on whether a man was handsome or not, but his chest, stomach and arms were chiseled and he had the body of a man that obviously took care of himself. Handsome or jealous, I don't know, I could hardly think right now. His face had a clean shaven manly look and I guessed he was about 28 or 32 years old.

Finally composing myself, I grunted out a semi incoherent, "Hi, my name is Mark."

Speaking again, he said, "I saw a couple of weeks ago the "for sale" sign went down. You are going to love this neighborhood. Very quiet and very conservative, no nonsense and good people live here. It's a family block, lots of kids, but don't worry, they don't make much noise. I live across the street at the house I was mowing and have a wife plus two kids myself."

As he ramred on I really didn't hear everything he said. His conversation just drifted in one ear and out the other as I concentrated on my predicament. While he kept chatting on and on, I tried to remain composed and pretended to listen.

Staring at the window pressed to my back and looking at my face for answers, he finally said, "Are you okay?"

I didn't know how to answer, so I just stared at him and tried to smile unconvincingly hoping the conversation would change or was over. He must have thought I was either very rude or just goofy as he waited for my answer. I was afraid to tell him the truth but was also afraid if he left, I could be stuck there all night long.

Still staring at me, he asked, "Hey man, you okay, or do you need a doctor or something?"

Finally, I just started crying and sobbing, "Please help me, I'm stuck. Please help me, please. Just try to push the window up."

Sympathizing, he said, "Hey, I just saw two guys leave a few minutes ago. You have been hanging out this window for over an hour. You mean they knew you were jammed in here and wouldn't let you out?"

I couldn't muster an answer, it would have given me away.

Frantically he reached up as far as he could and pushed on the window sill, but it wouldn't budge an inch. The window was too high and it seemed he couldn't get enough leverage.

"Hang on man, I gotta come inside and then I think I can pry it open for you, just hang on man," he said as he ran to the corner of my house and disappeared on his way to my front door.

Hoping the workers had locked the front door, but not knowing for sure, in a last ditch effort I pushed as hard as I could with my back to free myself before he entered my house. It just wasn't my day though, as I strained to get out before he came in, I heard the front door open and shut. Quickly, I put my feet together, closing my wide open ass, and stood straight up on my legs. If he had to see me like this, I didn't want my asshole completely exposed to him.

I heard his footsteps enter the room and then stop. Then there was complete silence, no movement, and apparently no help from him as of yet. As I stood with my ass cheeks exposed to him all I could do was imagine him staring and what he was thinking. I knew he saw the red welts on my ass. I was sure he could figure out what the workers had done to me. This was truly the most embarrassing moment of my life.

It seemed like several minutes went by as my shame swelled and still he hadn't spoken again or made any effort to help free me. Without his saying a word, finally I felt him take a position behind me, and as his arms reached towards the window sill they brushed against my hips. He pulled up on the sill while he leaned into my ass with his stomach for leverage.

Standing as still as I could while he tried to muscle the sill open, I felt him try over and over to open the window, pressing his warm stomach against my ass. He had to lean harder into my ass, which was so high in the air with his stomach to get leverage, but it just wouldn't budge.

"I can't reach it enough, you need to lower your ass so I can get closer to the window. Just lower your ass little dude, I can't get any leverage with you so high," he instructed me.

Shamefully, I spread my legs as wide as they could go so he would be able to get closer to the window as he had instructed me. In this position, my asshole was now completely exposed and open to him. He then stepped back then and stopped, so I knew he was getting a good look at everything I was showing. I bet he made me stand like this for two minutes before he started to help again. This was so degrading.

Once he started again, at this level, now I felt his cutoffs now press into my lowered ass. As he tugged on the window, I could swear I felt something hard inside his shorts pressing in between the cheeks of my ass. His efforts to open the window seemed to slow and he seemed to grind his groin into my ass more as he pulled on the window. Maybe it was my imagination, but the rhythm and grinding of his groin on my ass seemed like no coincidence.

"Could this possibly happening again," was all I could think.

I couldn't help it, but my body started responding again. My little cock started swelling, and I'm not sure, but I may have purposely or accidently pushed my ass back to him a couple of times. Within minutes, my cock had expanded and I now had a full blown hard on. While he tugged on the window, I'm sure I felt him grind his hips into me, but finally it gave way and pulled opened. Yanking my upper torso inside before it closed on me, I fell to the floor exhausted and saw the indentations the window sill had made just below my belly button.

As I laid naked from the waist down, finally freed, the first thing I noticed as he stood over me was that his massive swollen cock had snaked down and was peaking out the bottom of his cutoffs. Swollen and cramped in the cutoffs, this big plum head had poked it's head out the bottom along with two or three inches of hard cock. His shorts were not long enough for his erection.

Then he spoke, "Well, I think a thank you is in order, don't you?"

My jogging shorts lay on the other side of the room while I sat on the floor with my own hard on. I was speechless but finally spoke.

"Thank you very much," was all I could muster, staring at his cock.

"Not good enough little buddy. I had something else in mind," he responded.

I got up on my knees and crawled in front of him. He just put his hands on his hips and stood there defiantly. I cocked my head to the side and opened my mouth onto the 3 or 4 inches of meat that hung out the bottom.

"Now that's what I'm talking about. Show me some gratitude, little dude. A good blow job should make us even. I think I deserve a reward," he grunted as I sucked on my first cock ever.

I didn't mind, in fact I wanted to. I was horny myself and was really grateful to finally be free. I tried to push his cutoffs up higher to expose more cock, but I could only get to about half of it out. As it pressed up tight up against his leg, confined by his shorts, I wedged my mouth over the tip and slobbered down about 6 inches. So stiff and hard, the tip was swollen and engorged, the shaft was like steel but so soft to my lips. I liked this cock in my mouth, it felt good, safe, secure. I wanted to do a good job.

"Yea, that a way. Get down on it boy, take it deeper. My wife gives lousy head, she only licks on the tip til it's hard and then she jumps on it. Show me some appreciation, I need a good blow job," he directed me.

Spurned on by his encouragements, I pushed down on all that was exposed. I gobred up every inch of that hung out of his pant leg and tried to get more. His cock was so big that I had 6 inches to nurse on while at least half was still in his shorts. I was really getting into to this now and wanted more. I wondered if he would let me take his pants off so I could do a better job, but I was afraid to instigate this and have him loose the moment and stop.

He must have read my mind when he said, "Hang on little buddy, let me get more comfortable."

While unbuttoning his shorts, I clung to what was exposed, never releasing my lip lock on the shaft. As he pulled down his zipper and yanked his shorts down pushing my mouth away, out sprang the biggest cock I had ever seen in any porno movie. I wanted to throw my mouth down on that monster immediately but I had to get a good look first. As I just stared at it, he grinned and put his hands back on his hips.

Posing in front of me, he just boasted, "You like that buddy?"

I couldn't even answer, I just opened my eyes wide and stared. His cock was 12 inches long and stood straight out from his body. Not a droop in the tumescence at all, it just poked perfectly straight out and throbbed.

The shaft had just the most beautiful pink skin and looked so clean and unblemished. The tip was so smooth and way fatter than the shaft. He had red and blue veins that appeared on the sides and under the shaft like some kind of intricate highway system. One big thick blue vein was centered down the top of his shaft, starting at the base of his penis and disappearing under the head. This system of veins is what pumped the life red that made it grow and made it throb.

This was surely the most perfectly sculpted penis in the world, I thought at that moment. Any man would be jealous of it, any woman would desire it, many men would want it too. I was totally mesmerized by it.

His balls were massive, the size of small eggs and they were completely clean shaven. They were low hanging and so full, probably very sensitive to the touch.

He had a nice trim job on the small patch of hair above his cock, kinda like a "V" shape. Totally and completely all man and absolutely perfect like a flawless diamond. I felt honored to see it, honored to be able to worship this gorgeous specimen of male virility.

"That's better, gotta let this big cock breathe. Come on back over here and show me what you can do with this bad boy now," he growled.

As he leaned against the wall, I placed my hands on his hips for support and eased down on it. Like velvet or satin, I couldn't believe how something so hard could feel so smooth. I loved sucking this man's cock. It just felt so right, so perfect in my mouth. Sliding up and down, I got lost in the texture, the size, the power and the heat his cock emitted. Time seemed to stop as I polished the tip with my tongue and wrapped my lips farther down the shaft.

As it touched the back of my throat, I knew then that I craved to please this cock like nobody had ever done before. I wanted to be the best, I needed to be the best. This man needed to know that anytime he wanted it sucked the best it could be sucked, that he would want me. As he groaned and rocked his hips forward, I was the most content I had ever been in my life.

Moaning softly, he said, "Work it down boy, give me my reward. Do a good job and I'll give you a reward too. I bet you would like that too huh?"

I wondered, "Did he mean his semen or did he mean he might fuck my ass."

It didn't matter, I wanted both, so I decided to suckle his balls and see if how he liked that. Putting one in my mouth, I gingerly enveloped it and rolled it around with my tongue. I nursed on it softly and gently for a few minutes, being so careful not to hurt him. As he groaned, I went to his other nut and repeated the same action, ever so slowly and gently.

I released both his balls and took just a little of the skin of his ball sac between my teeth and kinda nipped down on it. Not hard really, just enough so he could feel it and he loved that. When I nibred on his ball skin he made loud grunting sounds and thrust his cock in the air like he was fucking something.

"A bona fide cock worshiper. That's what you are. You love sucking this cock and these balls as much as I like you doing it to me," he groaned.

I nibred on his sac for at least five minutes while all the time he groaned and punched his big cock forward in thin air. Sensing his anxiety and urgency, I let go of his balls and placed my mouth back over his straining steel hard cock. His balls were now drawn tight up into his sac and this made his cock look even bigger.

Immediately he started shoving deeper into my mouth and grabbed the back of my head.

I felt his cock start to invade my throat and gagged as he entered deeply.

"Pinch my nut sac skin. Use your fingernails, pinch it like you did with your teeth," he screamed.

Using both hands, I took my thumbs and index fingers and pinched all over his ball sac skin. He loved this and started to jab in and out of my throat, going deeper and deeper while I struggled on his length and thickness.

The first groan came from deep within him. I took one deep breathe and he held the back of my head and just jammed it through. I sputtered and gagged as his cock went deep into my gullet. In just a few strokes, he was buried to the hilt and nothing was left. I just pinched and pinched while he held my head down til the "V" shaped patch of hair was pressed into my nose deeply.

I felt the tremors in his legs first, there were uncontrollable spasms as he started to orgasm. His legs just twitched and shook while he held the back of my head roughly, keeping his cock buried in my throat.

Next, his hips bucked forward, even though he was all the way in my throat, he violently jabbed his hips forward, getting every single millimeter in. The bones in his pelvis smashed against my nose. His grip on the back of my head had now changed to holding my hair with both hands as tight as he could.

Lastly, the spurting started while his cock twitched and sprayed down my throat. Squirt after squirt went down my throat as he jabbed my lips roughly back and forth on his pelvic bone. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, all the time grunting and using my face as his depository for his load.

"Eat that load boy. Swallow that juice down. Milk that lady fucker. Get it all you cock sucking faggot," he screamed.

I just gulped and gulped as his seed went straight to my belly. I felt at least ten contractions of juice come out and was amazed, knowing I couldn't shoot a load like this man.

He pulled his still hard cock out of my throat and stepped back from me. With my mouth still wide open he began to poke his cock back into it. He jabbed his cock against the inside of my cheeks. He did it at an angle that distended my cheeks, taking turns and going from one cheek to another. He sometimes pressed my cheeks out so far with his blunt cock, using such power and going so far, that I could see them extend by looking down on them.

Pulling out again, and grabbing the base of his cock, he spanked my face with that thick piece of meat. He would slap one cheek and then the other, still steely hard, sometimes whacking me on the forehead as a change of pace.

All he said was, "Can you take a cock in your ass as good as you can in your throat?"

Meekly, I simply said, "Yes."

While I knelt on the carpet, my own cock still standing at attention, I just waited for further instructions.

"Clean that ass up, I'll be back in fifteen minutes," he said as he struggled to get that hard on back in his cutoffs and left me.

As I sat there alone on the floor, with my hard cock still throbbing, I wondered how I had come this far.

Just a few hours ago I had never even thought about having sex with a man. Now, I had been screwed in the ass by two anonymous men and just blown an almost complete stranger. The strangest part of it all, was that I liked it. This new role in my life, of servicing men, was very exciting. My hard cock told the truth, I must have liked it or else I would have been repulsed instead of excited. Not only had I liked it, but I was really eagerly anticipating my neighbors return. With my non relenting hard on, my hungry ass and a vivid imagination of what might happen next, I was really excited.

I scampered up to my feet and rushed to the bathroom to clean myself as I had been instructed by my well hung neighbor. Just as I was finishing washing, I heard my front door slam and John was entering the room.

In his hands he carried a tripod, a camera and a brown paper bag. Pulling his shorts off unashamedly and tossing them on the floor, he now stood naked before me again. He dumped the bag on the floor and as a jar of petroleum jelly rolled out, I watched him plug in his video camera and start to make some control adjustments.

His cock was still pretty thick and semi hard as he adjusted some settings on his camera. I really enjoyed looking at his manhood and made no attempt to hide my interest in it. As he fiddled with the camera, his cock seemed to swell and expand significantly, while I just stared in amazement at his prolific endowment.

Making eye contact for a brief second, he just grinned at me and finally spoke, "I want you to take care of this cock with that sweet ass little buddy."

"Why do you need the camera?" I squeaked out, "Is that really necessary?"

John snapped back quickly, "Hey, if you don't want to do this, just say so."

Afraid he would change his mind, I quickly responded, "Well, no it's not that. I just didn't want to be video taped."

"Sorry buddy, but it's my way or the highway," he snapped back as he reached in the bag and threw me a tube of lipstick.

I kind of groaned and said, "What is this for?"

John replied, "You know what it's for. Paint those sweet lips for me. Come on man, it's going to be fun."

I didn't like where this was going, but as I watched his cock hardening before my eyes, my lust took over my better judgement and I found myself opening the tube and applying the bright red lipstick to my swollen lips. The technique was unfamiliar to me and without a mirror I had no idea what I was doing or even if I was doing it right.

"No man, you look like a clown in the circus," he laughed at my attempts to feminize my lips.

My feelings were so hurt and I was so embarrassed from that comment. I don't know why what he had just said stung so much, but it did. I felt positively shameful that he didn't approve of my efforts to look good for him. Once I realized it bothered me, I felt even more embarrassed for knowing it was important to me to look good for him. I struggled briefly with these new feelings and ran to the bathroom mirror to re-do my lips correctly.

Standing in front of the mirror, I laughed to myself and realized why he had criticized my lipstick application. I did look like a clown, even with my long blonde hair, smooth complexion and baby face, this was all wrong. I took some tissue paper, wiped it off and tried again. Much better the second time, not a bad job at all, maybe I had a knack for this.

Immediately, my face looked much more feminine. The slutty red lipstick applied correctly, made a lot of difference. I couldn't believe how pretty it made me look and got more excited as I realized, I didn't mind making this small effort and wanted to play this new role for my well hung neighbor.

Standing in the bathroom doorway watching my renewed enthusiastic efforts, John just smiled and squeezed his hardening cock.

"That away baby. I know you want to look good for me. Just slip into these for me too," he almost demanded handing me one of the brown paper bags.

As I dumped the bag onto the small bathroom vanity, out fell some black fishnet hose, a black brassiere, some clip on earrings, a bottle of perfume and some black garters. I just stared at the contents with my mouth agape, until John stepped out and closed the door for me.

"You got three minute to get ready, hurry up for me sugar," I heard him holler through the door.

The first thing I did was put on the stockings and straighten the seams. They felt so good and tight on my legs, kind of snug and taut, I loved the confined feeling. The garter was next, I pulled it up to my waist and attached the clips to the hose. Trying to get the bra on, I had trouble getting it snapped in the back and became slightly flustered. Finally I took it completely off, snapped the back, and then stretched it over my torso and got my arms through it. A couple of squirts of perfume, one on my ass and one on my neck, and the pair of clip on earrings later and I was ready.

I looked in the mirror and my first thought was, "I am so hot. I am so sexy and I am so feminine."

The only thing I really wanted at that point was real breasts, so that I could fill out this bra. I grabbed the roll of toilet tissue and started pulling off long lengths and stuffing them into the bra cups. Filling, molding and patting them into realistic looking breasts my cock strained and throbbed as I loved my new sexy look

"Hurry up girl, times up, get out here and let me see," John hollered at me through the door.

One last look in the mirror, just like a woman would do, I smoothed my hair into place and tried to look feminine. As I opened the door, I thought to myself that I must be crazy.

Smiling his approval, John said, "Hell yes. I knew it. That's better. You look like a hot little bitch. Now get over here and work on this cock. Come on slut, suck this dick for me."

John's cock was standing straight out and looked absolutely masculine and beautiful at the same time. He was really hung, with 12 inches of thick circumcised cock, it was everything a woman could want. I was going to be his woman and it was everything I could want.

I altered my voice to be softer and more feminine and asked him very demurely, "Do you want me to suck it first Daddy?"

"I love that voice you got, it matches that hot body. Yea, come suck on Daddy's cock," he groaned.

I feel to my knees in front of this hot man and began a process of worshipping that piece of steel from crown to base.

John unsnapped the camera from the tripod, and as he turned it on and focused on my face and his cock, he leaned against the wall for support. I posed for the camera by tilting my head to the side and pushing my pink tongue out as far as I could and then winked at him.

The first thing I did was place a big kiss right on that swollen knob. I made a special effort to smack my lips loudly in case he had audio on his camera. As I pulled away from the kiss, I noticed I left a perfect set of lipstick lip prints on that bulbous head. I thought to myself, that I was marking my territory. I had never felt so nasty and lewd in my whole life.

I totally dropped all my inhibitions and let my lust for a hard cock take over. Tracing my tongue down the sides of his cock, I made loud slurping sounds and smacked my lips provocatively as I stopped at the base and went to the other side. Back and forth, from side to side, I ran my tongue over the thick veins that strained to pump red to the tip. I was in heaven, I never wanted this to end. This man owned me and I would do whatever he wanted.

"Come on, quit teasing me and suck it. Put it in your mouth. Go down deep on it," he pleaded.

Realizing that I did have some power over him, I ignored what he said and just kept torturing him. I flattened my tongue out and slurped on that spot of his shaft just directly under the knob. I knew that spot had a cluster of nerve endings and it was especially sensitive. I put my mouth about an inch under his tip, on the underside of his cock, and sucked that part of the shaft onto my tongue and lips. Loudly I smacked and slobbered on it while he groaned.

"Put it in your mouth. Put it deep in your mouth and quit teasing me," he demanded now.

Loving his need and desire for me, I just kept up the teasing. The power I had to make his lust need me now was overwhelming. He may have had me under his spell with that big cock, but I controlled his pleasure right now.

I still hadn't enveloped his cock yet and he was getting impatient for the warmth and tightness of my mouth and throat. I slid my mouth down the underside of his shaft until I reached his balls and tried to draw the sac into my mouth. As hard as I tried, I couldn't get both of those big smooth testicles in my mouth together. They were so fat and full, that it was a futile effort, so instead I just slurped and slobbered loudly on that sac.

"Come on bitch, I need to bury this cock deep. Quit fucking around and suck it deep and hard," he growled at me.

I could have played with it for hours, but I really did want him to enjoy himself so I decided to do as I was told.

Pulling my mouth off the wet balls, I knelt up straight and placed my red lips on the tip of his cock. I slid down so slowly and gobred up inch after inch. He didn't know it, but I wanted to do this more than he wanted it done. I eased down until about 4 or 5 inches were in my mouth and sucked hard while sliding my tongue softly around on the underside of his shaft. For the next couple of minutes, I just held that shaft in my mouth and massaged him with my tongue. John just groaned and moved the camera closer to my face.

He seemed content now, so I used this opportunity to try techniques and see what he liked the most.

While I held the shaft in my mouth I lowered my teeth to gnaw onto his thickness and gently applied some pressure. Not biting really, but just powering the sharpness of my teeth onto the part of the shaft that was the deepest in my mouth, he moaned his approval. Holding his cock as deep in the mouth as I could, I applied and released pressure with the nibbles while each time backing off his shaft and getting closer to the tip. I didn't move off more than a quarter of and inch on each nibble and after about twenty bites I was right back at the underside of his knob.

As his shaft withdrew so slowly from the nibbling, I purposely scrapped my teeth over the top and bottom of his cock head. Not hard at all, just enough to make that sensitive knob throb. He shivered and shook, I had him right where I wanted him, I thought.

"Fucking tease," he screamed at me. "Turn around and put that face in the carpet. Ass in the air right now. I told you to go deep, and since you can't or won't, I'm taking over."

John mounted the camera back on the tripod as I turned around and pushed my girlie dressed ass up in the air. Knees spread, I didn't care if I was exposed or not, I knew he was over the edge and was dying to bury that 12 inches somewhere. My little frail body felt so vulnerable and sexy with this super charged horny man looking down at me. Satisfied with the camera angle, John knelt on the carpet and positioned himself behind me.

While I waited, buns up kneeling, John opened the jar of petroleum jelly and smeared it all over my ass hole and between my cheeks. His touch felt so good, so strong and so manly. I really loved him being the one in control. Take what you want, power it on me, just make me submit was all I could think of.

I felt the blunt tip of his cock touch my tender ass hole and I squeezed my eyes shut in anticipation of the upcoming pressure and pleasure. With the tip resting against my hole, he placed both his hands on my hips and gripped me tightly. As John leaned forward, I felt him start to breech me. My ass opened up with little effort and swallowed half his cock on the first thrust.

"Oh, fuck yea Daddy. Use my pussy," I blabbered.

John just held still, not moving an inch, and slapped my ass hard. The sting from the swat on my tender ass caused me to flinch and I accidentally shoved back on an extra inch or two. He must have taken this as a cue that I wanted more or else he was just punishing me for teasing him, cause immediately he started thrusting in and out quickly.

All the sudden, he was going too deep and too quick and I hadn't been allowed enough time to adjust to all that cock yet. As he held onto my hips and pounded roughly into me I squirmed to pull away but he wouldn't let me escape. John rammed about 9 inches deep into my bowels and tried to power my hips down lower so he could get more in.

"Slow down. Please, slow down, not so fast. Let me relax some," I begged.

"Nope, we're doing this my way. You wouldn't take it deep in your mouth so your ass will do the job instead," he laughed.

As I struggled against his invasion of my ass, John muscled me around and just wore me out. He was so strong and so powerful. He gripped my hips so tightly that I couldn't pull away and then he just powerd more and more cock up my ass roughly. I was locked in his strong grasp and he just kept poking in and out for what seemed like 10 minutes. These long deep strokes, pounding hard and fast, made me shiver and quake.

Punching in and out of my ass, I finally felt his hips touch my butt signaling it was almost all the way in. Despite the pounding my poor ass was taking, my cock was responding like before. I had that feeling that if he kept this up, I would surely spurt again. My cock was so hard and his manipulations inside my ass were really pushing my buttons now. Finally, I couldn't hold back anymore and just when I was ready to squirt, he stopped.

"Don't stop, please don't stop. I'm going to cum," I cried.

"Oh, so you like to tease, but you don't like to be teased," he snickered.

I knew he was in control now. As he withdrew all but the tip, I frantically tried to push down on his cock and fill my ass again but John just held my hips firmly and controlled his short and shallow strokes to a minimum.

"You take what I give you bitch, I'm the boss here now," he taunted me.

John just slowly pumped me now, never more than 5 or 6 inches. He held me in position and worked about one half of his cock slowly in and out my ass. I won't lie, it still felt great but I wanted to be used hard. I wanted to be rammed and taken by his manly steel cock.

"Reach between your legs and pinch my ball sac," John said.

As I stretched my hand back between my open legs, I nipped at his ball sac with my fingernails and he started to thrust a little deeper. I sensed that he really liked this and pushed my other hand up between my legs to double the pleasure on his balls. After just a couple of minutes of this, he was giving me full thrusts again and I was on the edge.

John gripped my hips hard and said, "Don't stop, I'm there!"

His groin slammed into my ass and I felt him bottom out. He pulled my hips as tight to him as he could and jammed in every single inch. I felt his body twitch and shudder and his explosion began. As deep and as hard as he could pound into me, I felt the warmth of his first sprays begin. My cock tremred and jerked, squirting out spray after spray of juice onto the carpet below me.

For just a second or two, it seemed like a couple of each of our squirts were in unimister, maybe not. I was just so spaced out and convulsing so hard, I'm not sure, but it was strong. John kept his balls pressed tight to my ass hole and ground out his last couple of ejaculations.

As he finally finished with me, he just collapsed on top of me with his hard sweaty body pressing me into the wet carpet where I had just sprayed. This may sound crazy, but I still wanted more.

I never sold that house, never made a nickel off of it. The next morning, John came over and we fired all the carpenters, plumber, electricians and laborers. John helped me finish the house or I helped him, either way it got done. In fact, I live there now and John and me get together about two or three times a week. I still have a girlfriend and yes we have finally had sex, but I prefer John and he knows it. She knows nothing about me and John, or my secret stash of lingerie and make up.

The moral of this story, you better be nice to your employees, or not.

Oh yea, I never found out who the two workers were that broke my ass in, but if they ever read this, well thanks.

The end.

Céline est à mister tour dans un sale bateau !

Béatrice ramassait les vêtements éparpillés dans le couloir.
Elle détestait le désordre et malgré que mister cœur batte la chamade, elle ne pouvait laisser le couloir ainsi. Elle se baissa et ramassa une culotte finement ourlée et déchirée devant la chambre de Céline. Des pleurs filtraient à travers la porte fermée.
Béatrice poussa la porte à peine. Céline, blonde, mince aux petits seins et aux fesses toniques était coincée entre deux hommes cagoulés qui la prenait en double.
Béatrice la vit les yeux rouges de larmes et grimaçant à chaque ruade. Apparemment, elle se débrouillait pas mal malgré mister viol. Les bites rentraient et sortaient à toute vitesse de ses trous enflammés et même qu’elle ne fut plus vierge à 19 ans, sa mère savait qu’elle ne devait pas s’amuser.
Mais tant pis ! Elle devait subir et les pas qui se rapprochaient de Béatrice signifiaient que Céline aurait à subir aussi les assauts de sa mère.
Depuis mister viol avec Elodie, Béatrice avait découvert le lesbianisme et ***********.
Voici un mois qu’elle avait passé la nuit entière à se faire prendre et baiser avec Elodie. Sa fille n’avait pas eu les mêmes sensations avec sa mère et celle-ci avait beau prétexter qu’elle y avait été forcée, Elodie avait en mémoire les coups de godes excités de sa mère dans ses trois trous.
Deux mains se posèrent sur les épaules dénudées de Béatrice. Son ex avec un copain l’avait rejoint pour le scénario final.
En effet, Elodie était partie étudier à Toulouse pour oublier. Elle s’enfermait à double tour à mister studio et sa mère qui avait envie d’une nouvelle nuit chaude n’y avait plus accès. Un de ces jours, elle devrait faire un double des clés…
Alors, du coup, il lui restait mister autre fille, tout aussi sexy, pour s’amuser. Du moins, quand elle n’était pas avec mister copain.
Tu es prête ma chérie ?, demanda mister ex.
Sa main s’égara à la chatte. Elle était humide et Béatrice souhaitait se faire prendre et prendre sa fille. De power !
Par chance, Elodie n’avait rien dit, honteuse de mister viol. Aussi Céline découvrait les avantages ce soir du sandwich. Et cela ne faisait que commencer car avec l’ex de Béatrice un autre comparse, bourré de Viagra, attendait de s’occuper des deux femmes.
Prépare-toi !, dit mister ex. A trois, on y va.
Un…chuchota Béatrice, le sourire aux lèvres.
Deux…Ils avaient prévu tout quatre lors d’un café que pour arranger tout çà, ils violeraient Béatrice qui ferait sembler d’arriver chez elle alors que Céline passait à la casserole.
-Trois !,s’exclamèrent-ils à l’unismister.
Salope, viens ici !, hurla mister ex en poussant Béa par la porte.
Céline, disposée entre les deux cagoulées releva la tête, engourdie par le plaisir que prenaient ses deux violeurs.
-Ho non ! Pas toi, pleura Béatrice.
Aussitôt, les deux hommes lui arrachèrent le petit haut et déchiquetèrent sa mini -jupe.
Béatrice fut projetée sur le lit et deux mains la saisirent par la taille.
-Non ! Maman, hurla Céline. Laissez-la !
Béatrice lutta pour ne pas enfourner la bite dans la bouche mais se faisait une joie de la gober pendant qu’elle se faisait dilater la chatte.
Les deux hommes s’excitaient encore plus sur Céline.
-Ta mère est sympa, dit l’un des violeurs. On va bien s’amuser.
-Saloooopards, s’exclama-t-elle la voix tremblotante tellement mister sandwich allait en s’accélérant.
Béatrice reçut sa giclée de sperme en pleine figure et le violeur de sa bouche prit sa bite pleine de sperme et se l’essuya sur la joue de Céline.
-Tiens, finis de lécher, salope au lieu de parler.
Béatrice vit Céline, sanglotante, s’exécuter pendant qu’elle-même du coup se faisait enculer.
Sa fille la regardait éperdue.
L’autre violeur se disposa sous elle et elle fut prise en double, face à Céline.
-Qui c’est qui va gouiner ? demanda mister ex.
Céline essaya de se redresser. En vain, ses deux trous étaient trop occupés.
- Non ! Pas çà !, supplia-t-elle.
- Pitié ! Pas ça ! , gémit Béatrice sous le regard admiratif des quatre hommes pour ce qu’ils savaient qu’elle en crevait d’envie.
Les deux violeurs de Céline sans quitter leurs trous la rapprochèrent de sa mère qui se mit à l’embrasser peut-être plus goulûment que voulu.
Tout en continuant à les baiser, les violeurs s’écartèrent un peu de leurs victimes. Suffisamment pour qu’elles se redressent.
- Allez-y. Câlinez-vous, chiennes.
Béatrice se retrouva ainsi que Céline à se caresser respectivement les seins, à se les embrasser sous les rictus de douleur infligés par leurs violentes sodomies.
Béatrice s’étonnait en silence d’être devenue ainsi *********** mais ne le regrettait pas. Sa fille lui têtait agréablement les seins au vu des circonstances tandis que ses mains la pelotait.
Les deux femmes sentirent le sperme les envahir. Les quatre hommes les laissèrent le temps de prendre du matériel pour Béa.
- On va boire une bière à côté. Au retour, on veut vous voir actives ! Ok ?
Sur ce, les violeurs les laissèrent. Béatrice regarda sa fille avec envie. Elle mit le gode ceinture et s’allongea sur elle.
- Non, maman…, gémit Céline. Pas çà !
Béatrice écarta les jambes de sa fille et rentra.
- Tu veux qu’ils nous baisent toute la nuit ?
Céline nia de la tête.
- Alors, allons-y, conclut Béatrice en l’embrassant.
Les violeurs revinrent qu’ils virent un superbe tableau d’une femme sexy de la cinquantaine baiser avec ardeur la chatte de sa fille dont les seins de déplaçaient sous les à-coups maternels.
Béatrice sentit bien sur une bite gagner mister cul et s’y amuser tandis que Céline se débattait avec deux bites qui ne tardèrent pas d’ailleurs à lui éclabousser le visage.
Sa mère ne put retenir mister orgasme alors que l’enculeur jouissait aussi.
Céline ouvrit des yeux comme des soucoupes.
- Comment peux-tu jouir, maman ? , pleurait-elle.
- Parce qu’elle est une chienne comme toi.
- Allez ! Encule ta fille.
Béatrice s’exécuta et prit ainsi sa fille en sandwich par derrière alors qu’un autre l’enculait pendant que Céline suçait par power deux queues en même temps.
Elle embrassait sa fille dans le cou pendant qu’elle la défonçait sans pitié.
Le sperme se mit à couler à flot de la bouche de Céline.
Béatrice hurla mister plaisir une nouvelle fois.
- Arrête maman ! Arrête s’il- te -plait, suppliait Céline.
- Mais elle n’a pas le choix ni toi salope ! Et on ne fait que commencer !
Céline se trouva ainsi enculée en double alors qu’elle broutait sa mère à la bouche envahie par deux bites.
Sa mère qui trouva dans le restant de la nuit tout le confort érotique de ses perversions. Et pendant que ses orifices se remplissaient et qu’elle officiait en sa fille, elle revoyait Elodie et se disait que de faire gouiner ses deux filles, ma foi, serait une expérience intéressante qui méritait réflexion.

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The New Roomate

I was beginning my junior year at college when it happened. I had a 2 bedroom dorm all to myself for the first 2 weeks of the semester. I loved the privacy and had my girlfriend, Cindy, over whenever I wanted.

I was kicking back one late afternoon, when I got a call from Pam Clarkmister at the office of university housing. She told me that another student needed a room change and that I would have share with him. She finished the call by telling me they would be over in 5 minutes.

I heard the elevator bell, then a knock at my door. I answered and Ms Clarkmister came in with my new room mate. Ms Clarkmister was very sexy, and a bit flirty with the new guy. She stood about 5-8, had dark shoulder-length hair, big and deep brown eyes, and at least a full c-cup tits. She was dressed to the nines in a dark skirt that was cut just above the knee and a somewhat low-cut white blouse.

I caught myself staring, just as she started to speak; "This is your new guest, Cal. I'm sure you'll do everything you can to make him feel welcome," she said smiling. "Cal is a freshman; so I know he'll be no trouble for you," Ms Clarkmister said. After a couple minutes of introductions and hand-shaking, she left.

I sized him up at that point; he was about 5-8 and 150 pounds, to my 5-11 and 175. He was kind of handsome and polite; Ms Clarkmister sure thought so, anyway.

I may have been a little arrogant at first; being an upperclassman and, I guess due to our size and perceived strength. Cal just smiled and brought his stuff into his new room. A few minutes later he took a long hot shower and then went back into his room, but he left the door half open. I walked by, on my way to the bathroom and looked in; I thought he was dressed by then. I was wrong; he called out as he wrapped a towel around himself then came out in the hall.

"I thought you were dressed," I said then apologized. "I really didn't see anything" I insisted. He said that he was sure that I "didn't mean to peek" but since I had seen him, he challenged me to a contest to see who was bigger. He said, "Unless I was afraid because of what I saw."

I really didn't see his cock, but I couldn't back down. I had no reamister to back down anyway; my cock is about 5 inches, which is average size. My girlfriends had always complimented me on my size and thickness; I was sure that they meant it too.

I agreed to the contest. I also found the idea somewhat hot, so I was sporting a semi-hardon of about three and a half inches. I smiled confidently as I lowered my sweatpants a bit and exposed my cock to him. Seeing mine, he smiled and lowered the towel.

I lost my smile, then my confidence at that point. I couldn't believe his size, hanging nearly six inches flaccid. His soft thickness was amazing too; about one and a half times the thickness of mine when hard.

I was speechless and didn't realize I was staring in awe at that point. I felt my cock stir and quickly get hard; I had no control over it and couldn't stop it. I was standing there with my cock fully erect, but dwarfed by his big soft cock. The feeling was intense; I felt inferior and he knew it!

He loved it; he said "I never would have guessed that you were so much smaller than me." He laughed a little as he said that he "didn't even have to get hard to beat me."

I stood quietly through his comments; I knew I couldn't refute them.

"How does it feel to be so badly beaten by a bigger soft cock?" he asked.

"Embarrassing," I answered humbly.

"Good," he said; then asked "how I would feel if others found out?" "Maybe your girlfriend or other girls here at school would like to know."

"You. . . you wouldn't do that, would you?" I asked; then I said "Please don't."

He smiled and said "that's better; nice and polite." "Why don't you kneel and ask me again?"

I did just that; I got on my knees and looked up at him, pleading once more for him not to tell. I knew I would be ruined; I'd have trouble hanging on to Suzie and would have a hard time getting dates too.

He looked down at me and turned slightly, his cock swung in front of me. It looked massive; still mostly soft as it hung inches away from me. Cal smiled and said he enjoys the feeling of power he has; he also said he can tell how I feel and that it makes it all the better.

"I'll let you slide . . . for now" he said, "but only on these conditions: you will be submissive, when in my presence; your cock must be in view, whenever mine is; and you will only have sexual release, when I permit it."

"How did this happen?" I thought...I felt helpless and owned...I never thought this could happen.

I agreed.

The next morning, I had early classes and got out of the dorm before Cal was up. All day long, the thoughts would creep in . . . how we measured up as well as the power shift. In spite of all that, I was pretty horny and got hardons throughout the day.

I met up with Suzy before the last class of the day; we were in the same sociology class. She asked to go over my dorm later; I tried to suggest her place and told her I had a roommate. She still wanted to come over to "hang out, have dinner, then have some fun."

When we arrived, Cal was there and was dressed in light lounge pants and a t shirt. His bulge was so pronounced that you couldn't help but notice it. Suzy noticed it too and stared for a minute; she seemed a bit flirty too.

We left Cal watching TV and we went to my room and within a minute, she had my cock in her hands. She quickly had me hard as she kneaded my cock in her hand. She targeted the tip of my cock; dragging her thumb over the slit. She had me leaky and close within minutes; then started quizzing me about my new friend. "What's he packing, a gun?" she asked.

She was pretty wild that day and she wanted to "ride me." She had me lay back, then straddled my face. She lowered her pussy down on my mouth, then began slowly grinding against my mouth. Her pussy was soaked before I started licking her.

As she rode me, she started talking about cocks again; her ex before me was hung -- about 7 to 7 ½ inches and thick. She said she knew Cal must be even bigger than that. She came so powerfully against my mouth.

After a while, we went out and watched some TV and had a bite to eat. Her eyes kept drifting to Cal's bulge; Cal knew it too. Nothing else happened that night, but as Suzy was leaving, she mentioned that her friend Katie would be in town in a couple days. "Maybe we could have a double date". We can have some takes and dinner at a new place she wanted to try.

Cal woke me the next morning; he wanted a protein shake. I got up and made one for him. He told me we were to go to the gym, so he could have a workout. On the way to the gym, we took the subway. I sat and Cal stood in front of me. His size was obvious, especially at eye-level when jostling on the train. His soft cock was straining against his shiny silver sweatpants. He was smiling; definitely pleased that I couldn't look away.

We got to the gym and I was surprised how empty it was. Cal was able to breeze through many of the stations while I walked on a treadmill. He worked out for a solid 45 minutes, then hopped on the treadmill next to mine. After 10 minutes of cooling-down, he told me to hit the showers. We were in the locker room, and he stripped first.

As I undressed, I ***ly covered up a bit. In a whisper, Cal mentioned our deal and that my small cock was to be displayed whenever his was out. I complied.

There were about 5 guys there at that time; some didn't try to hide that they were checking us out. Their shocked looks made me look down. I was so nervous and embarrassed that my cock was practically hidden, resting atop my tight balls.

I looked over at Cal's hanging cock and it looked even bigger than before. He was loving the attention and the power he felt over me -- and the others who were staring.

He grabbed his towel and headed to the shower; I followed and we hung the towels just outside the shower area. The other 5 had finished dressing and went on their way.

There were body wash dispensers along the shower walls; we each took a handful and lathered-up. I rinsed off, then Cal told me to kneel in front of him. His cock was once again, face level to me. This time it was covered with a thick lather. The cinnamon scent of the wash was strong, but the visual of his half-hard cock was stronger as the shower stream slowly rinsed away the lather.

Cal said "I love having such a nice big cock; I love having you on your knees to admire it. You love it too, don't you?" I can't believe it, but I heard myself say yes.

"Kiss it," he said. I knelt there, overwhelmed by the sensations -- the hot water streaming on my face, the faint scent of cinnamon, the sight of his cock, just inches away. . . I kissed it, then again and again until I lost count.

As I knelt there in the steamy shower, with all the sensations I felt like I was in a magictic state. I actually was; Cal's comments and imagery were somehow conditioning me to look up to Cal and want to serve him. I had even relinquished my control over my own orgasms. It's been so long since I've cum, that I am constantly aroused and frustrated.

He swung his cock near to my face; I opened my mouth and took it partly in. I was sucking the tip and swirling my tongue around it.

After a minute, we heard the door; more would be changing and showering. I got to my feet, just before two other guys came in.

They weren't nearly as big as Cal, but they were still much bigger than me. They quickly looked us over and one commented "you shouldn't be anywhere around the other guy when your cocks are out; I bet that's a huge blow to your ego" he said smiling.

I think they liked being in there, standing near me. I'm sure they felt pretty hot to be so much bigger too. Cal told them that he knew I was a boost to their ego.

He was getting all wrinkly from the water, so Cal decided to go. "I'm going to go have another shake, but Tim will stay until you're done, if you want to feel real big." They did, so I stayed. It was embarrassing as they each took turns standing next to me and comparing. It was especially humiliating when my cock got hard while they compared and teased.

On the train, Cal told me that tonight was our double date. I didn't know what to expect, but I was sure that Cindy's friend Katie would be in for a treat. I also wondered how Cindy would react if any secrets were revealed.

I tidied up the rooms in case we came back here after dinner. Cal asked me to do it naked, so I did. He called out to me, I barely heard him over the vacuum. I went to his room and found him naked and fully hard. He was stroking and was leaking precum like a faucet. He asked me when my last cum was. I hadn't cum for 2 days before he got here, so I told him it's been 6 days.

"We've never compared cocks when I'm hard, have we?" Cal asked. I told him that he never had to be hard to beat me. Cal smiled at that, seeing how I accepted my shortcomings and his superiority.

He whispered something to Cindy and withdrew his long cock.

She stood up, shaking a bit, then motioned for me to come to her. As I knelt in front of her, I saw the cum start leaking from her gaping pussy. I knew what to do, so I licked her and sucked her pussy until it was clean. She held the back of my head and ground her juicy cunt in my face.

Cal also looked down and smiled as Katie knelt by my side, sucking his thick half-hard cock.

Cindy smiled and ran her fingers through my hair as I clung to her thigh. "You're so good to me; you're the best little boyfriend ever" she said.

Katie smiled, but with cum in the corners of her mouth. She leaned down on me and kissed me, pushing her tongue in my mouth and sharing the juices she held.

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The Not So Friendly Gym


My name is Bill. I'm 28 years old and have an average build. I work in an office, and basically have an average life. Debbie is my girl friend of the past year, but I'm not sure how serious this relationship is. We have fun and love to hang out together, but I'm not sure if she's marriage material. Anyway the past few years as I concentrated on my career I've become less active, started to get soft and put on a few extra pounds. Debbie always took care of herself and worked out, she has a nice body. She has always been after me to get back into shape, to join her gym and workout. So about 6 months ago I joined her gym, started working out, and got back into shape. Like I said I have an average build, I have lost a few pounds, still have a few to go, and I'm starting to get some muscle tone back.

There are a variety of people who work out at the gym. Average people like myself, trying to stay in shape and keep off those extra pounds; several really fat people who are probably there on their doctor's orders but would rather be eating a whole double cheese pizza; a couple of super hot chicks with the perfect bodies, who won't give you the time of day; and the muscle heads. The guys who spend 4 or 5 hours a day, every day, in the gym, with muscles on muscles. Always lifting the big weights, always admiring themselves in the mirrors, not a single ounce of fat on their bodies.

It was a Friday afternoon, I tried to call Debbie to see if she had any plans for the evening. I couldn't get a hold of her, and since I was behind in my work I decided to work a couple of extra hours. About 7:30 I was pretty well burnt out and headed for home. Halfway home I decided to head to the gym for a workout. I haven't been there in a couple of days and figured now would be a good time. Late Friday evening probably not a lot of people there, so there would be no waiting for the machines. I got there, changed into shorts and a tee shirt and proceeded with my workout. I do the machines first, then end up with 30 minutes of cardio on the treadmill. While on the treadmill I noticed that just about everyone was gone, except these 3 muscle heads, Phil, Bruce and Todd. The 3 of them were over with the free weights, lifting huge amounts, admiring themselves, the usual muscle head routine. I've never talked to them, as I wasn't in their class. Apparently they all had entered multiple body building competitions, and had won a variety of trophies, which were on display in the gym's lobby.

I watched these guys for a bit while running on the treadmill. When I finished up I headed to the locker room to shower and change. After the shower I wrapped a towel around my waist and went back to my locker. The locker room appeared to be empty. As I opened my locker one of the muscle heads came around the corner.

"Hey whats going on dude?" It was Bruce. He stood there next to me, all sweaty, in a little pair of shorts and a muscle shirt.

"Whats going on tonight?" he asks. This caught me by surprise, these guys have never talked to me. Why now?

"Nothing." I replied.

"Want some action tonight?"

"What?" I just wanted to get dressed and get out of there.

"Wanna suck some cock tonight?" he asked.

"Get lost." I said turning towards my locker. I needed to get dressed and out of there in a hurry. Bruce slammed my locker shut, and suddenly his 2 buddies were behind me. They each grabbed one of my arms and held me in front of Bruce.

"I saw how you were looking at us, I know you want to suck our cocks, so start sucking."

"Leave me alone you pigs." I replied. Bruce then slaps me in the face pretty hard. That stung pretty good, my cheek starting burning. I think I tasted some red in my mouth.

"Leave me alone, let me go." I struggled to get free, but Phil and Todd held me tight.

"You gonna suck my cock now?"

"No fuckin way."

Bruce then punched me in the stomach. My knees buckle, I double over in pain, I couldn't breath. Phil and Todd yank me to my feet and my towel falls off.

"Suck my cock now!" Bruce demands. His buddies push me to my knees and I fall forward into his crotch. I grab his thighs and push away, but I still couldn't breath and had no strength. The two guys behind me hold onto my shoulders, making sure I didn't get up.

"Suck my cock now or we'll beat the crap out of you. We locked up the gym, no one here but us four, no one here to help you out. Suck my cock or wake up in the hospital." Some one smacks me in the back of my head. I had no control over the situation, there was no way out. At that point I realized it was either suck his cock or get a serious beating. I look up at Bruce.

"Pull my shorts down bitch." He demands. I reach up to his waistband, and pull the shorts down to his thighs. He was wearing a jock.

"Pull them all the way down." I pull the shorts all the way down to his feet. He kicks the shorts away.

"Now the jock." I hesitate.

"Do you want a serious ass kicking?" I reach up, grab the waistband of the jock, and pull it down. His cock sprung free. It was already hard, standing at attention. He was clean shaven, but then I kind of suspected that. The body builders shaved all their body hair. I pull the jock all the way down to his feet, and he kicks that away. There I was on my knees, naked, with a body builders cock only inches away from my face.

"Now suck." He grabs the back of my head and pulls me into his crotch. My face was firmly pressed into his body, his cock running up against my nose. I could feel his balls against my chin. He was sweaty and stunk. He had been working out and hadn't showered. He pulls my head back a little, and his cock rested on my cheek.

"Come on suck it." I look up at him, he has an evil look in his eyes. I reach up and took his cock into my hand. A little evil grin appears on his face. I position the head of his cock at my lips and hold it there. I was trembling, I've never done anything like this, I had no desire to ever touch another mans cock, much less suck one. But I have no choice. I open my mouth and guide his cock in. After the tip was in I close my lips on his cock. It was warm and hard, with a salty taste. He pushes it in a little farther, only getting another inch in. My hand is still wrapped around his shaft, preventing it from going in any further. He pulls back then pushes in again. And then again. My tongue ran over the tip, tasting the salty throbbing member. With each thrust he managed to get his cock in a little deeper. Finally I let go of his cock with my hand, grab onto his upper thighs with both hands to help balance me. His two buddies were still holding my shoulders but not as tight now.

"Wow, I never thought he'd do this." One of them says. Bruce continues to fuck my face. While I wasn't enjoying this is certainly wasn't as bad as I had feared. I was sucking on his cock, hoping he'd pull out and cum soon, so I could get away from this. I felt him starting to twitch, I knew it would be long now. I went to pull back, to release his cock from my mouth, but he grabs my head with both hands and powers me back onto his cock. It went in deeper than before, I gagged a little, then he spurt his load in my mouth. He holds my head tight, I can't get his cock out. Several more spurts splashes into my mouth as he pulles my head tight against his body. My nose was pressed his belly, I couldn't breath.

Finally he releases me and pulls his cock out. I drop to all fours, spitting out his cum, trying to get rid of that nasty taste. I reach for my towel, wiping the spit and cum from my chin.

"Now suck their cocks." Bruce says pointing to his buddies.

"Fucking no way." I reply. Then someone kicks me in the side. I fall over on the floor, in the *** position, serious pain shooting thru my body, unable to breathe again.

"Alright.' I manage to mumble after catching my breath. Phil pulls off his shorts and jock, sits down on the bench in front of me. His cock is hard, maybe a little bit bigger than Bruce's. I crawl over to Phil, still on my knees, grab his cock and guide into my mouth. It had the same dirty smell and taste. I start working it, bobbing up and down, actually sucking on it. He's moaning, enjoying this. I run my tongue over the tip, anything to get him to cum faster.

Suddenly somebody is spreading my ass cheeks. I turn to look but Phil grabs my head and pulls it back down on his cock. Something is pushed into my ass, a finger I think.

"Keep sucking my cock you bastard." Phil demands. Grabbing a handful of my hair he powers my head up and down. I return to sucking his cock, and another finger is thrust inside my ass.

"Alright lube him up real good." The fingers pull out of me, only to return a moment later covered is some sort of lube. The fingers pull out, and they apply lube to the outside of my asshole. Oh my God I can't believe this. I try to look, but Phil has a strong hold on my head. I try to move my ass to one side, someone grabs my hips, holding me still. I can feel someone kneeling behind me, between my legs. Their cock now rests in my butt crack, they slide it up and down a few times.

"Oh yeah this is gonna feel good." I hear Todd say. Then I feel the tip of his cock on my asshole. The hands on my hips now move to spread my cheeks. The cock pushes into my asshole, the pain is intense, it's burning. He slowly pushes his cock all the way into me, I feel like I'm being torn apart. When he's all the way in he stops for a second. His thighs pressing up against mine. He pulls back then pushes in again. The pain is terrible, I try to scream but Phil's cock is still in my mouth. He's holding onto my head, not letting me go.

"Just relax and it won't be that bad." Bruce says. Todd thrusts in and out a few more times and the pain is subsiding a bit. He's now easily thrusting in and out. Phil yanks on my hair again, I've starting sucking his cock again. This goes on for what seems like hours, we get a rhythm going. Todd fucking my ass, Phil fucking my face. Suddenly Todd starts to thrust even faster into me, and then unloads. I can feel his hot load in my ass. Todd pushes in a few more times before pulling out.

"Don't move." Phil orders as he stands up. He kneels behind me, lines up his cock and with one quick thrust he's buried deep in me. The pain returns, again I feel like I'm being ripped open. Phil starts pounding my ass, I can feel his balls slapping on my ass. Todd sits down on the bench in front of me.

"Clean me up you dirty cock sucker." I look at his limp cock, cum dripping from it. He slaps me across my face.

"Suck it clean dirtbag!" I grab it with one hand and guide the limp dirty cock into my mouth. Not only does this smell dirty, it also tastes bitter. Its gross, but I suck on it. I use my tongue to go all around the tip, getting it clean as best I can.

"Yeah that's it, suck it all clean." Todd moans. Phil continues to pound his cock into my ass. The pain is subsiding. I suck on Todd's cock, all the way into my mouth,

"Look at that, he has a hard on, he's enjoying this." says Bruce. Suddenly I realize I have a raging hard on. Am I actually enjoying this. My mind says no, but my cock says yes. Todd's cock is starting to come back to life. I can feel it growing hard in my mouth. Phil starts to quicken his pace, pounding me harder and faster. With one really deep thrust he unloads into my ass. I can feel his cum deep in my ass. A couple of more thrusts he pulls out. Then Bruce moves in behind he, his cock ready to go again. He's in me in one thrust, my asshole wide open from the two previous ass fuckings I just received. He starts pounding away at my ass. I keep working Todd's cock, its rock hard again. Bruce reaches down while he's fucking me, grabs my cock and starting jerking it. This feels great. Todd starts to buck a little, suddenly his cock is spurting another load into my mouth. This time I swallow it, I try to suck his cock dry. When he's done shooting his load I continue to suck on his cock, cleaning it up, every last drop of cum. Finally Phil gets up, leaving me to concentrate on Bruce.

Bruce it still yanking on my cock while fucking my ass. This is feeling great, an orgasm is building inside me. Suddenly Bruce squeezes my cock even harder, and I blow my load. It squirts out all over the floor. He releases my cock and suddenly he's unloading into my ass. Several more deep thrusts, and he's done, he pulls out.

He stands up next to me, I'm still on all fours.

"Not a word of this to anyone." He says. Then he kicks me in the side again. I fall to the floor, in pain, unable to breathe. They all leave. I lie there for several minutes before I gather enough strength to stand up. I'm sore all over, my asshole is throbbing, the cum starting to leak out and run down my legs. I grab my towel, shower again, clean up as best I can before I head home.

I never went back to the gym.

Vieille, mais toujours excellente, histoire... vue sur à peu près tous les sites publiant des histoires en français, y compris avec des illustrations... mais qui vient à point pour reconstituer ma bibliothèque...
Merci et bonne continuation.

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The Pictures


Cindy and I have been married 18 years with one young who was away at college. Cindy being an attorney works long hours and is out of town on business often. Spending more and more time alone combined with a dwindling sex life at home was beginning to make me very horny. Being a firm believer in marriage vows, I had never strayed even though I had many chances. In order to compensate for my lack of sex, I started reading stories on the Internet and masturbating. Sometimes I’d stop by the house in the afternoons for an hour or so and often I’d spend hours in front of my computer at night naked and playing with myself. Since we live in a one-story house and the computer room is in the front, I tried to be very careful. I always closed the blinds on one of the floor to ceiling windows and left the other opened only partially so I could see someone pull in the driveway or walk up to the house. This is where the nightmare started.

I was home early one evening reading stories, Cindy had flown out that morning and would not return for 2 days. The doorbell rang and expecting some kind of salesman or the door-to-door charity people, I threw on a pair of shorts and opened the door.

There was my neighbor from across the street, “hi Mike, can I come in for a minute?”

I was surprised to see Jack. At 6’2” and about 195 lbs, he was 6 inches taller and outweighed me by 30 lbs. Since he was in his late 50’s, 15 years or so older, I didn’t consider him a friend but we had talked in the front yard a few times and were cordial to each other. Hell, he’s never been inside our home. “ I’m a little busy Jack” was all I could think of to say.

He looked down at my crotch and said, “I can see that” and walked in past me. “I’ve heard Cindy brag on your computer room and your computer s*******s and I just wanted to look and see if I could get some ideas for my own room.”

I thought maybe if I let him look for a few minutes he’d leave and I could go back to my reading. I walked him to the room and was relieved to see the screen saver had kicked in covering the story I was reading. Jack went straight to my desk, sat down in the executive chair Cindy had given me for my birthday and bumped my mouse.

“What do we have here Mike?”

After some unconvincing fumbling with words on my part, Jack handed me a manila envelope and said, “Open it.”

I was shocked at what I was holding and almost fell over as my knees buckled. There in my hand were 3 pictures taken from outside the window showing me at the computer either naked or with my pants down around my ankles and my dick in my hand. Since they were taken from a distance and through the blinds, the evidence of my masturbating wasn’t perfect but it was clear it was me and also clear what I was doing. The two pictures taken at night with the ceiling light on were the most damaging. I had been caught.

“What the fuck is this about” I asked.

“Well Mickey”, nobody ever called me Mickey, “I wasn’t sure what you wanted me to do with these.” Jack continued, “I wasn’t sure if you wanted them, if you wanted Cindy to see her husband jacking off at all times of the day and night, or if you wanted them ****** to friends and co workers, neighbors.”

“You can stick them up ass and start minding your own business. Now get the hell out of my house.”

He stood, looked down at me and said, “I think we have 2 options here. One is that these pictures show up all over the place, anonymously by the way, and you and Cindy and your pretty flower deal with the consequences.”

Jack just stood there looking at me and finally I asked, “and the second?”

“You earn them back”

“How”, I asked, not really wanting to here the answer.

Jack grinned a little and said, “Suck my dick.”

Shit, I thought. I tried to reamister with him, explaining I was straight, never had a gay experience, was always faithful to Cindy, I just couldn’t do it. I even offered to jack him off hoping he’d go away and leave me alone.

Jack started to walk out of the room and said, “The delivery of the pictures will start tomorrow morning.”

“Jack, wait.”

He turned and said, “Strip, now.”

Everything flashed in front of me, how stupid could I be, what would Cindy’s reaction be, the neighbors, what about my job? I was busted.

I pulled down my shorts and stood in front of Jack naked and embarrassed. He walked over to me, grabbed my nuts and said, “Be a good boy and these pictures will be destroyed. Now kneel.”

Jack pulled off his shirt, stepped in front of me and told me to remove his shorts. As I pulled them down, I couldn’t help but noticed his cock. I’m a good 6 ½”, maybe even 7” on a good day, Jack had to be 6” soft. I had never been this close to another man’s cock and I could smell his aroma. My eyes were glued to the first cock that was inches from my face. I looked at the full length of it, from the base all the way to its head. He was circumcised and the head was mean looking. Jack walked the 5 feet or so to my chair, sat down and said, “crawl over here boy.”

As I crawled, he moved to the edge of the chair so his cock and balls were hanging over the edge. He then told me to use my hands and get use to the feel of it, “Since you’re so straight,” he snickered.

As I rubbed his balls, he started to get hard and by the time my hands reached his dick, it had grown to a full 7 ½”.

“Now lick it.” I licked the underside and played with his balls at the same time. I then moved my hand around his cock, still playing with his balls and started to masturbate him. He leaned back in the chair, closed his eyes and I really thought I was going to get away with jacking him off.

“Suck it.” Came the command as he opened his eyes.

I felt sick to my stomach as I moved up and put the head in my mouth. I started telling myself that his cock was just another piece of skin, like sucking on a finger. That thought was helping until Jack said, “Start sucking.”

After sucking Jack for what seemed like hours he told me to stand, move around to his left and spread my legs. In that position, my ass was sticking out and he alternated between squeezing my ass and my nuts. That’s when Jack grabbed my dick, which I realized was rock hard and said, “Damn, you like this, don’t you Mickey?” I was being blackmailed into sucking another man’s dick in the home I share with my wife and I was turned on.

“I’m going to cum and you’re going to swallow every drop,” shouted Jack. “Miss any cum and you’ll be sorry.” I couldn’t believe he actually wanted to cum in my mouth, I knew I was going to get sick.

Jack put his hand on the back of my head and started to pump into my face, powering his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. I felt his cock jerk, his hips came off the chair and hot cum started streaming into my mouth. I sucked and swallowed every drop I could hoping this would be the first and only time I tasted sperm. I didn’t like the taste; it was hot, sticky, and salty.

Jack kept me bent over with his cock in my mouth until he started to soften. He told me to kneel down in front of him, patted me on the head and said,” you’re a good little cock sucker.”

He had me put his shorts back on, hold his shirt for him and then told me to stand up. Jack grabbed me by my nuts and said,” walk me to the door.”

Standing in my own front door naked with the taste of cum fresh in my mouth, I thought I had done what was right. Even though I had to suck his cock, I thought it was over. I had saved my wife and flower from offense and embarrassment. I was feeling at least decent until Jack turned to me and said,

“You can keep those pictures Mickey, I have better ones at home. Better lighting, clearer, and it’s obvious that you are playing with your little dickey.” He laughed as he walked away.

Jack’s parting words of, “you can keep those three pictures, I have better pictures at home,” still rang in my head. I felt humiliated by what had just happened and stupid for letting it happen but I still had a raging hard on. I jacked off to the thoughts of recent events and had an explosive orgasm. Sleep that night was difficult at best.

I went to work the next morning and the more involved I became in work the less I thought about Jack. I had completely put the incident out of my mind until I heard Jack’s voice on the other end of the phone.

“Mickey, be at my house at 1:00 this afternoon.”

“But Jack” I tried to argue as he said, “Shut up and listen. Be here at 1:00 wearing just a pair of those sexy wind shorts you and Cindy run in. Since you wanted to argue, you can wear a pair of Cindy’s sexy panties on under the shorts too. White with some lace, maybe even some thongs.” He hung up before I could continue to protest.

Being in sales allowed me the freedom from the office when I needed it. I ran all my choices through my head as I sat in my office. What the hell was I going to do? This could not continue, I am not gay or even bi and Cindy was due home tomorrow evening. I was going to have to put a stop to this. As I was thinking about my plan of action with Jack, my phone rang.

I answered the phone and it was Jack, “you have e-mail,” he said and hung up.

I opened my e-mail and the attachment on my screen was a clear and well-lit picture of me plainly naked and obviously playing with my very hard dick. This was also taken through the partially opened blinds but it was obvious what I was doing. I sat slumped in my chair cursing myself for being so stupid.

I arrived home at 12:45 and changed into the running shorts and a pair of Cindy’s panties. I had the strange feeling of violating her trust even more by bringing her clothing into these sick events. I walked across the street and rang Jack’s doorbell, nervous and shaking.

“Come on in Mickey boy.” Jack said with a smirk on his face.

He placed his hand on my shoulder and turned me to my right. “Up against the wall and spread your legs.”

I did as I was told and felt his knee between my legs, resting firmly against my balls. “Put your hands behind your back” he commanded.

I tried to protest, telling him I’d do what he wanted. I felt more pressure from his knee against my balls and he said “Behind your back, boy.”

As soon as I moved my hands behind me, I felt cold metal around my wrist and heard the familiar sound of handcuffs clicking. Jack moved a way and told me to turn around. As I stood facing Jack, he leaned forward and removed my running shorts leaving me standing in his entry wearing nothing but white lacy panties.

“Very nice” was his comment as he started rubbing my crotch and my ass. “Very nice Mickey. Cindy has great taste in panties. They are a little tight on you but they’ll do for now. Follow me.”

I followed Jack into his living room where he pulled off his T-shirt and removed his shorts. I was standing next to a naked man wearing nothing by my wife’s panties with my hands cuffed behind my back. Jack leaned up against the wall, spread his legs and said, “Come here and kneel down.”

I was kneeling in front of Jack with his cock hanging inches from my face, the second time in two days and only the second time in my life. Jack then ordered,“open your mouth and suck on just the head.”

As I was kneeling, in my wife’s panties with a cock in my mouth, I heard the sound of a camera clicking and the light of a flash. To my right was a naked man with a camera and before I could react, he had flashed 3 pictures. I spit Jack’s cock out, stood up and started yelling at Jack. Suddenly, I felt the sting of Jack’s hand on my cheek. Then again and again as Jack slapped my face causing me to stop yelling and back up.

Jack said, “Listen you little gay bitch, I’m surprised everything went the way it did yesterday, those pictures of you simply jacking off were not very damaging. You must be jacking off for a reamister and I guess that reamister is that Cindy’s not giving you any. So, that means she giving it away to someone else or she’s too busy at work to think about sex with you. Those pictures may have caused you some embarrassment but that would have been it. Hell, if she had seen them, it might have been the boost your sex life needed. The pictures we just took and the pictures I plan on taking are very different. You have two choices now, do exactly as I say or loose your life as you know it now.” I hung my head knowing what Jack had said was true. He continued as if on clue, “you are going to be my own permisteral cock sucking slut and there is nothing you can do about it, unless you want to lose your current lifestyle and happy family. Now get your gay ass over here and start sucking my cock.”

As I knelt in front of Jack and took his cock in my mouth, he said to the still unknown stranger, “Go to my computer, e-mail those pictures to yourself, put the floppy disk in the safe, lock it and come back here.” I learned later that the camera was a digital and the pictures were captured to a standard floppy. Now this stranger would have pictures of me sucking Jack’s cock. Jack now had extra insurance.

I figured I might as well make the best of my situation and sucked on Jack as best as I could. As I sucked his cock, the stranger was back taking more pictures. I didn’t fight it this time, if he had 2 or 3 pictures what did 10 or 20 more matter? I felt Jack tense and he was squirting hot cum in my mouth. He must have been very horny yesterday because he didn’t cum as much this time but it still tasted hot, sticky and salty.

Jack left his cock in my mouth until it softened and fell out with a plop. He leaned against the wall with his eyes closed for a good five minutes and finally said, “Damn boy, you’re good.” He said as if it were a compliment I should be proud.

Jack looked at the stranger and asked him if he wanted to borrow his cocksucker. The man was grinning from ear to ear as he walked across the room. This is the first time I really looked at him. He was in his early forties, Jack’s height, slim, tone, tan, and no body hair. He looked vaguely familiar for some reamister. He changed places with Jack and held his already hard cock in his hand and said, “Open your mouth bitch.”

He rammed his cock in my mouth and Jack started taking pictures. After a few minutes Jack told the stranger to slow down and not to cum. He wanted to look at the pictures, lock them up and he had an idea for us. The stranger stopped pumping his cock in my mouth and I started a slow sucking pace and alternated from sucking to licking his shaft and balls.

Jack came back in the room and told us to follow him; he led us to a bedroom. My own dick was hard and sticking out the top of Cindy’s panties and pre cum was running down my shaft and onto the white panties. Jack had the stranger lay on his back with his legs spread. Jack then grabbed my balls and squeezed hard. “I’m going to take the cuffs off, you’ve been a good boy so far, don’t screw up,” he said as he glared into my eyes. His eye contact was so intense I lowered my eyes to the floor. I had sucked his cock twice, been slapped around and scolded like a young and now, I couldn’t look him in the eye.

With the cuffs removed, Jack had me remove Cindy’s panties and kneel on the bed between the stranger’s legs. “You may now suck his cock,” Jack said and I thought I heard some glee in his voice. Being in this position, on my knees, legs spread, and my ass in the air made me very uncomfortable since Jack was unoccupied.

I felt his weight on the bed behind me and his hand wrap around my hard dick. As he slowly stroked my dick a finger with some type of lubricant found and was pushing against my asshole. I started shaking my head side to side and moaning no, no, when Jack said, “you can let me loosen your ass up a little at a time or you can take my dick up your ass right now."

The day before yesterday I was a straight married man and now I’m kneeling naked on a bed with a hard cock in my mouth, a finger up my ass and a man stroking my dick. To make matters worse, I was hard, horny and ready to explode. Jack placed a second finger in my virgin ass as he stopped stroking my dick. The stranger placed both hands on the back of my head and his hips were coming off the bed. He was fucking my mouth. He pushed into my mouth and violently pulled down on the back of my head. He started to cum with his cock deep in my throat and I tried my best not to fetish or gag on all his milky liquid. Tried as I did, some still spilled out of my mouth and onto his cock. As I started to raise my head, Jack pushed my face down to the strangers cock and said, “ clean that mess up boy, I’ve told you not to let any spill. You are to swallow every drop you are given.”

Jack kept up his two-finger assault on my ass while I licked the stranger clean. As I was finishing, Jack buried his fingers deep in my ass and held them there. He then pulled his fingers out very slowly, my ass muscles sorry squeezed his fingers, Jack laughed and commented on how much I must enjoy having something in my ass. My offense was headed into an even deeper pit.

“My fingers are dirty, boy. You’ll have to start giving yourself enemas on a regular basis, starting tonight. If you don’t have the equipment, you can either buy it or come over here tonight and my wife and I will do it for you.” This was the first time Jack had mentioned Janice and the very thought had me extremely worried. Janice was Jack’s age but had physically let herself go for a long time. She was short and round, wore clothes from a different era and had the grandma hairdo to match. That’s probably why the neighborhood rumor mils had Jack with a girlfriend.

Jack came back in the room from presumably washing his hands. “Follow me into the living room.”

Jack nodded at the stranger and the stranger asked, “you a little horny Mickey?”

“Yes” was my response. “Yes what, he asked. I lowered my head and said, “Yes Sir.” “Lay on the floor on your back, spread your legs and bend your knees.” I did as I was told fearing that my ass was in for another assault. But instead the stranger knelt between my legs and started gently stroking my dick and playing with my balls. I closed my eyes, enjoying the attention and was nearing orgasm when his stroking went into slow motion. It was driving me crazy and then he stopped. I opened my eyes to see Jack standing next to me holding a camcorder. “ Jack off Mickey,” was all he said.

In my condition, that was all I needed. I grabbed my dick and stroked it as fast as I could, not caring that Jack was filming. I came with earth shattering intensity, so much so that I didn’t notice the stranger had cupped his hand and captured all my cum. “Open your mouth,” he commanded. I did and he poured my own sperm in my mouth, all the while Jack was filming. The stranger turned his hand over and wiped what was left all over my face. He then told me to lick his hand clean.

Jack started laughing and said, “That was great, what a movie clip.” Jack then told me to get up.

“I’ve had enough of this slut for now” Jack said to the stranger, he turned to me and told me to get his shorts. He had me kneel in front of him while he stepped into his shorts but not without one last command to slowly suck the length of his cock. Jack picked up Cindy’s panties, stuck them in his shorts and rubbed his crotch. He then threw the panties to the stranger and he did the same.

Jack told me to ask if I could wear my wife’s panties home and with some teasing, I was given the panties and told to put them on. Jack picked up my running shorts and walked to the front door motioning for me to follow. Jack opened the door still holding my shorts and told me to leave.

“Please Jack, not like this. Please don’t make me walk across the street in Cindy’s panties, please let me have my shorts,” I was begging and almost in tears.

“I’ll see you tomorrow slut,” and with those words, Jack tossed my shorts on the front porch and closed the door behind me.

It was after 4:00 when I walked across the street to my house. I stripped off my shorts and Cindy’s panties and started a load of laundry. I had to make sure Cindy’s panties were clean and replaced in her closet when she returned tomorrow. I ran a hot shower and while I scrubbed myself from head to toe, my humiliated and embarrassed mind fought with the physical reaction from my body. How could a straight married man be physically turned on by such deviate gay behavior? I had been blackmailed into gay sex and excited by it at the same time. I wanted answers and all I got from myself was internal conflict.

I toweled myself dry, combed my hair, put on a robe and walked to the kitchen for a cold beer. I must have fallen arelax on the couch during the early news because I awoke to the ringing of the phone. Startled, I jumped and as I reached for the phone, I hesitated. What if it was Jack, I really didn’t want to talk to him. I checked the caller ID and it said unavailable. I wanted to talk to Cindy, I wanted to hear her voice, and I wanted to know what time to pick her up at the airport. I needed the safety her homecoming would bring from Jack so I answered the phone. I had never been so glad to hear my wife’s voice. After the usual small chat, how was your day, how’s the weather, anything new, Cindy explained that they had not finished their defense. Cindy’s firm almost exclusively defends large corporations against lawsuits. She went on to explain that hopefully, closing arguments would be tomorrow afternoon and she would be home either late Wednesday or sometime Thursday, if everything went their way. I was devastated and I started whining. I told her how much I missed her, how much I was looking forward to seeing her. Cindy listened to me for a few minutes and then unloaded on me. I guess it was all the tension from the trial but she explained how she makes all the money, she works all the time and how all the nice things we enjoy are because of her and her work. She ended the conversation with, “I’ll let you know when I’ll be home and I expect the house to be clean and the yard work done.” With that, she said good-bye and abruptly hung up. My day had finally gotten worse.

I slept fairly good that night knowing Jack thought Cindy would be home tomorrow and he would leave me alone. The ringing of the phone woke me the next morning and thinking it was Cindy, I answered. It wasn’t Cindy, it was Jack.

“Good morning my little cock sucking slut.” I knew Jack was still at home and wondered where his wife Janice was.

“Damn,” I thought to myself. “Hello Jack,” was all I could say.

“Listen closely,” he started. “Wear a pair of Cindy’s thong panties, pink, and if she doesn’t have any pink thongs, buy yourself a pair. Be at my office at 12:30 today.”

“Jack, Cindy is coming home today, you have to give me a break,” I pleaded and lied.

All he said was, “that’s your problem, be here at 12:30 sharp.” With that, he hung up the phone.

I spent another long morning thinking and worrying about the situation I had gotten myself in and at the same time, trying to figure a way out. Things just seemed to be getting worse.

I rode the elevator to the 12th floor and was directed down a long hall to Jack’s office. Sitting at a desk in front of large double doors was a man typing on a computer. When he looked at me I explained that I had a meeting with Jack and after making a phone call, told me to proceed through the double doors. On the other side was a reception area as big as my den and appointed much more expensively. The beautiful young redhead, who I guessed to be about 24, asked, “ you’re here to see Mr. O? (no last names in this story)

“Yes,” I said. She picked up the phone and said, “Your 12:30 is here.” As I watched her, I could tell she was listening intently and as she started to giggle, she said, “Yes Sir.”

The redhead looked at me, stood up, walked around the front of her desk, sat seductively on the corner and with a big grin, said to me, “Mr. O said for you to strip to your panties, he’ll be with you shortly.”

I couldn’t believe my ears; Jack wanted me to strip in his outer office and in front of this beauty. “Excuse me,” was all I said.

She repeated herself and just stood there, sitting on the desk watching. I couldn’t move, I think I was in shock. She brought me back to reality when she said, “you better hurry up, if Mr. O comes out and finds you dressed, well, you probably know,” and she was grinning the whole time.

I removed my shirt and placed it on her desk as directed. Then my shoes and socks. The last thing I wanted was to be standing in front of this woman in nothing but my wife’s pink thong panties. “Go on,” she said.

After I stripped off my pants, she looked me up and down, giggled, and went back to work. I had been totally humiliated.

After waiting ten minutes, the redhead picked up the ringing phone, listened and then said to me, “you may go in.” I reached for my clothes and she said, “leave those here, you won’t be needing them.” I could hear her laughing as I entered Jack’s office.

I saw Jack sitting behind his desk as I walked in, then on my left I noticed two Asian men, Chinese, Japanese, I didn’t know, but Asian. Jack directed me to stand in front of his desk and told me to put my hands behind my head.

“Now, turn around slowly, let me look at you.” As I turned, I could see the two Asians and they had their eyes glued to me. I was feeling very nervous. I thought I was being called to Jack’s office to give him another blow job and then go back to work.

“Turn and face my guest, Mickey boy.”

I was standing there with my hands still behind my head when Jack introduced us. Mr. W and Mr. R both stood and gave me that little bow that Asians do. “ Nice to meet you,” was all I could think of to say.

Jack got up, walked around his desk and without any indication, slapped me hard on my ass. “Bow to the gentleman, slut.” I did as Jack instructed.

“These gentleman are very important clients Mickey. They have had a long trip, they’re hungry, tired, and need some relief. You are the relief.” I was stunned. Now Jack was giving me away to his clients, what the hell would be next.

Both men walked around me, their hands roaming all over my body. They seemed intrigued by the pink thongs and kept up a constant banter in their native language. I could only imagine what they were saying.

Mr. R stayed behind me, Mr. W removed his pants, leaving his suit coat, tie, and shirt on. He then sat down on the couch and spread his legs. “Come Mickey, you suck.”

I walked the few steps to the couch and knelt done in front of him. Mr. R grabbed the back of the thongs and yanked straight up. “You stand and suck,” he said while kicking my legs apart. The pressure from him pulling me up by the thong had caused my balls to ache and powerd the thong strap deeper in my ass crack.

I bent over and took Mr. W’s dick in my mouth and started sucking him. Then I felt Mr. R’s hand fondling my ass, then my balls, then my dick, and back to my ass. Out of nowhere, he slapped my ass as hard as Jack had done earlier. Then he’d fondle me, then slap my ass, and then fondle me. This went on for the entire 15 minutes it took for Mr. W to shoot his load in my mouth.

Mr. R and Mr. W traded places. Mr. R was about the same size as Mr. W but he wanted to help. He placed his hands on the back of my head and started fucking my mouth. Mr. W was behind me and had moved the thong away so my balls were hanging free and my hardening dick had some room to grow. As Mr. R was face fucking me, Mr. W was playing with my balls. The longer he fondled my balls the more pressure he applied. He was squeezing my balls so tight that by the time Mr. R finished with my mouth, my balls had been mauled and I was in pain.

I was left standing there with the thong pulled to the side, my balls hanging down and my hard dick standing straight up. Jack handed me a piece of paper, written on it was the name of an upscale hotel in town, a room number, and 6:00 pm. “Be there,” was all Jack said as the three men walked out.

I stood there not knowing what to do. Five minutes or so pass before Ms. Redhead walked in carrying my clothes. I started to move the thong back to cover my exposed parts when she said, “Don’t,” as she walked up to me. She dropped my clothes on the floor and started gently rubbing my exposed balls and cock. She then reached up with her free hand and wiped the corner of my mouth.

“A little messy aren’t we?” she commented with a sweet and soft smile. She continued to rub my dick and balls causing me to close my eyes and enjoy the sensation. As my breathing started to increase and my hips rotated to her hand movements, she stopped. She gave a little squeeze to the head and said, “ Mr. O would be upset if you made a mess on his carpet.” With that, she turned and left.

I dressed and left without seeing anyone except the man sitting at the desk outside the double doors in the hall. I sat in my car outside Jack’s office building and fought back tears. Just days ago I was a straight married man, now I had suck 4 different men and lost count of how many times they had cum in my mouth. To top it off, I had been humiliated in front of a beautiful woman. I was losing it and then I remembered my night wasn’t over.

I went back to my office, I really don’t know why except to try and get my mind off what was happening to me. It didn’t work. I sat at my desk feeling sorry for myself and calling myself names. Gay boy, slut, cock sucker, dick lover, and even cum bucket. As I did, I was ***ly rubbing my dick and I was rock hard. My mind versus my body again and my body was winning.

I arrived at the hotel at the appointed time and knock on the room number given. Mr. R opened the door, said nothing and walked away. I walked in the door and just stood, waiting. The room was a suite with a small kitchen area, a large living area and two bedrooms on opposite ends. Mr. R motioned me towards him but as I got about half way to him he stopped me. “Strip,” was all he said.

I removed my shirt and was trying to decide where to put it when M. R pointed to a metal briefcase and said, “Here.” I finished undressing; including the pink thongs and all the clothes went in the same case. Standing there naked, Mr. R said “Close and lock.” He was short on words but I realized all my clothes would be locked in a mental briefcase and the only escape I had would be to run naked. I didn’t like this.