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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Have you done this before Mickey?"

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

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

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

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

"Yes Jean, sometimes".

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

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

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

"Yes Jean. Perfectly" I responded

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hello" I said much louder this time

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

"My name is Mickey" I said obediently

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

"Mickey Smith. My name is Mickey Smith"

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

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

"And?"

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

"Whose panties were you sniffing wimp?"

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

"What else?"

"I was calling out Katie's name."

"And who is Katie?"

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

"And what are you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes Jean" I said quickly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Too Many Questions


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I couldn't help but nod my head.

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

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

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

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

My hesitation was gone, "Yes."

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes"

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

"I want it. Please."

"Are you sure," he teased.

"God. Please. Please." I begged.

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

"No. Please."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You want me to cum in your mouth?"

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

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

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The Woman Rancher

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

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

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

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

Robert asked," what are your terms?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sheila yelled at him, ""Unzip your pants1"

Robert unzipped his pants.

Sheila told him," Take it out."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sheila took a picture of his nude body.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Robert felt embarrassed being nude.

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

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Hot College Threesome


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I looked right up at him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Feels good cunt?" asked Brad.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"See you later, pussy," said Brad.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I hesitated, and then stammered a response,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As I was walking out, Brad called out,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes sir."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You a sissy boy?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Michelle gave Brad a wicked look.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Open up," he commanded.

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

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

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

In the morning I got a call from Michelle.

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

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

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

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

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

"You think Brad would find this sexy?"

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

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

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

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

Then she clicked off her phone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Brad spat in his face, and asked again,

"Sure WHAT?"

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

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

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

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

"To you or Master Dave, sir!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ricky opened his mouth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then, Brad said one word, "Switch!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hot show, huh?"

"Fuck yeah!" I said back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Michelle moaned.

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

Michelle moaned affirmatively as Jenna heard everything in amazement.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Uhhuh..." uttered Michelle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Roommate From Hell

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I said what came to mind first.

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

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

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

"Ever sucked cock, Mike?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Again, dumbass," he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So you do?"

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

"You wanna suck me again?" he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I didn't know if he was serious, BUT I was totally turned on for some reason to hear him say that. Jon grabbed the base of his massive tool with his right hand and slapped it on my ass cheeks a few times, then ran it up and down my crack. Pretty soon it found my ass...I felt like I was totally submitting to Jon, this cocky football stud, and it turned me on like hell!

Jon started applying pressure to my ass, and in heat, I decided to complete my ********** to him. I locked down my legs and pushed back against him.

"Good...just take it, faggot," he said curtly, and with one rough move he pushed the spear-head of his cock past my ass.

I gasped in shock and pain. Jon was sort of applying pressure to the small of my back with his left hand, which ****** me to arch my back. Then with another push, he shoved several more inches of his thick cock into my ass, driving the air out of me. He rested for a second while I came to.

********************** stop," I finally told him. I wasn't expecting THIS to tell you the truth.

"Wait, stop, I don't wanna do this anymore," I said, and started pushing up.

Suddenly I felt Jon's hand come down between my shoulderblades and pin me to the couch. He grabbed my right wrist with the other hand, and pinned me there as well.

"Listen cocksucker, I'm gonna fuck your ass whether you like it or not. Got it?" he asked and jammed another half-inch or so of his cock into me, to make his point.

I gasped for air again.

"Goddamn! What a fag...fuckin' tight hole, faggot. You just got your fuckin' cherry busted open, boy, and I'm taking what's mine. Now fucking relax, and you'll love the feel of my big cock in you, dumbass. Gonna turn you into a total fuck pussy, ****head, whether you like it or not...so just take it, or I'm really gonna do a number on you, faggot!"

His words cut into my mind, and sent that chill all over my body...a mixture of fear, admiration, and lust for his coursed through me. Soon I felt his cock inch up my ass again, but this time slowly, and sensuously. I was still in a lot of pain, but this was one of the most erotic, and degrading things I'd ever done. Soon I felt Jon's pubes scratch my smooth ass-cheeks.

"Great!" he exclaimed. "Fuckin' own your ass now, Mike."

FUCK! I nearly came when I heard this cocky stud say that. Jon waited a couple of minutes until my ass accommodated his girth...I felt like I'd been piked on a beer can or something.

Soon, though, Jon set about doing what he said he would. He started fucking my ass, at first in shorter thrusts, but then he long-dicked me, really driving my hips into the couch. There was still a lot of pain, but now there was something else too---occasional outbursts of amazing sensations, which made me moan with no fucking control every time!

"Fuckin' liking it yet, Mike you dumb fag? ****! Should have taken your ass sooner, boy...got a hot tight tan hole, you're better than fucking Pamela Anderson, pussy!"

I couldn't believe it! This straight jock stud had bullied me into taking his cock, the total **********, and was now long-dicking me on the couch, it was sooo fucking shocking! Then Jon really sunk his cock deep up my ass and pulled me up off the couch, then pushed me up, until I was holding on to the backrest and was on my knees.

Then he really started pounding into me, but deliberately and rhythmically, his hips making a loud slapping sound every time they smashed on mine. He held one hand on my waist and the other on my shoulder, feeling the tension there...the feelings of his cock running in and out of my ass were the most shocking and amazing thing I had felt. It only added to the thrill that he could, like he said, snap me in half...I had never felt so completely dominated and open than when I was taking this wide-receiver's dick on my own couch. Soon Jon, showing all the power he had over my body, fucked me forward until with every in-thrust he drove my cock into the couch, bringing me almost to the edge.

But it didn't end there. Jon played with me like a doll, twisting me around until he was sitting down, and I was sitting on his cock, legs splayed out, my own cock sticking up in front of me. Still totally ruling my body, Jon put on a fucking storm of thrusts...I didn't even fucking know how he could go so fast, but all the sounds in the room for about five minutes were the incredibly loud slams of his hips against my ass, and my uncontrollable moaning, which he ****** out of me with his cock or by playing with my balls with one hand while sinking the fingers of the other in my waist, or grabbing my neck and emphasizing his power over me.

He also did this by alternating...sometimes he would slow down and just sort of slowly but deliberately thrusting into me. When he thrust in like this, he would keep the whole length of his monster cock up inside me, and push me way up off the couch, then he would thrust out half way. I had learned to clench my ass muscles on his every out-thrust, it felt SO much better to do that.

"Fuck yeah! Do it, Mike, make my cock feel good with your pussy, you gay cockslut. ****! I fucking knew I'd own your ass, you fuckin' little wimp-boy cocksucker. Now you know how it feels to take a real man's cock, and don't fuckin' forget who busted your ass open first, Mike. Made you my fucking bitchboy, take it, yeah, hot hole..."

Jon kept his barrage of trashtalking throughout his rough fuck. Soon he yanked his cock out of me, and basically dragged me to the floor. Jon had me kneel and plugged my mouth some more again, this time totally taking his dick out, past my lips, and then slamming it in again all the way down my throat. After a few minutes of skull-fucking me like that Jon took my by the hair into his bedroom. He roughly slapped me around a few times and plopped me on his bed. I almost came, reminded again of this football jock's immense physical and sexual power over me.

His muscles were slightly flushed with red from the exertion of his superfuck, and his whole body was covered in sweat, which shone and made him all that more sexy.

"Tell me what you want, cunt! Say it and beg for it, you cumrag!" It took no time for me to answer.

"Oh my god, Jon, please, PLEASE fuck my ass, man, I fuckin' want your fuckin' amazing jock cock up my ass, fuck the **** out of me, Jon!"

"You got it, you dumb pussy!" Jon barked back at me, and slapped me again, ordering me to open up my legs.

I did so and he knelt on the bed between my knees, the proud cock that had taken my cherry jutting aggressively upwards. Jon grabbed my ankles, raised until my ass was in the air. He looked down a spit a few times on his cock, then jammed into me mercilessly, causing me to moan like a bitch in pain and pleasure.

"Fuck yeah! You fucking take my cock NOW, any way I give it, faggot!" I was amazed at Jon's power as he fucked into me like an ******.

I mean I was totally getting pounded by another guy my age, so it was still sooo humiliating, but it felt too good to think to much about that. I reached over and felt the amazing tension in his contracting and expanding abs as he slammed his cock into me. Soon, though, Jon put my ankles on his muscled shoulders and bent over me, pinning my wrists down to the bed above my head.

"Ready man? Ready to take my hot cum up your pussy my wimpy roomie? Huh?" He asked, sort of smiling. I started to answer, but he answered for me...

"OOoh yeah, I KNOW you are, Mikey...fuckin' take it man...take my cum up your ass! I fuckin OWN you! Hot-DAMN!"

Jon exclaimed, and I could tell he was coming...but his stream of trash talking, the feeling of his fucking me, and the feel of his masculine, amazing body rushed through me...I shot way over my head, and then harder than I had done before, all over my stomach and chest as this hot jock came loads up my ass...his eyes bore through mine as he unloaded into me.

"Fuck you! Fuck you, Mike! Take it! YEAH!" Jon screamed in victory as he finished spurting my ass-pussy.

Jon rested over me for about a minute, while I licked at his shoulder, tasting the sweat that had accumulated. Soon he pushed up off me, and looking down, slowly dragged his softening cock out of me. I sighed as it left my body. But Jon was not done here. He inched his way over my body, still kneeling over me.

"Clean it," he said, and I did.

Then he sort of wiped his cock off on my face and hair and nonchalantly walked out of the room. I got to see this superior jock walk away from me, his latest conquest, towards the bathroom, his amazing back muscles playing as he strutted away, and I realized he had just really made me his total bitch.

ma premiere pipe dans les toilettes d un supermarché


LA PREMIÈRE FOIS QUE J'AI SUCE UN HOMME

Tout d abord je me présente ; je suis marié, 35 ans, deux enfants, j ai des relation sexuelles plutôt satisfaisante quoique trop espacées et il y a quelques temps je me suis mis a fantasmer sur la fellation. Je prenais beaucoup de plaisir a regarder ma femme me sucer, à me demander ce qu'elle pouvait bien ressentir lorsqu'elle prenait mon sexe dans sa bouche au point que je me suis décidé à tenter l'expérience.
L occasion ne se présentait pas et je désespérais d'y parvenir lorsqu'un jour par hasard, je suis tombé sur un site de rencontre. Je m'y suis inscrit et j'ai dialogué avec différentes per***nes sans que ça aille plus loin et puis un homme m'a contacté : La cinquantaine, *** annonce m'a attiré car il disait avoir un sexe assez imposant. Je vous passe les détails de notre dialogue, après discutions nous avons convenu de nous rencontrer simplement pour que je lui fasse une fellation. Je voulais un endroit qui ne me laisse pas le temps de réfléchir à ce que je faisais pour que ce soit direct sans quoi j'étais sur de me dégonfler. Nous avons donc opté pour les wc publics d'une galerie de supermarché. Je devais l'attendre dans les wc handicapés de la galerie et lui devais frapper à la porte deux fois pour se faire reconnaître. Le rdv était fixé à 12h15. Je me suis donc installé quelque minutes avant dans ces fameux wc. Mort de trouille, 12h20, toujours per***ne je commençais a désespérer.12h25, mon excitation et ma trouille aussi était parti en fumé persuadé de m'être fait poser un lapin. Je pose la main sur la poignée de la porte prêt à partir lorsque j'entend du bruit derrière la porte. J'ai fais mine de tirer la chasse d'eau pensant avoir a faire a quelqu'un qui venait utiliser les toilettes : ERREUR. Et dix secondes plus tard : TOC TOC. Deux coups brefs a la porte. Mon rdv. Impossible de faire marche arrière (c'est bien ce que je voulais au départ) j'ai pris mon courage à deux mains et j'ai ouvert la porte : L homme qui était devant moi était de bonne présentation conforme à la description, il rentre avec moi dans la cabine sans rien dire et tire le verrou et là, pris de panique je lui dis tout bas :
" J'ai la trouille, je ne l'ai jamais fait"
Et lui me répondre :
T'inquiètes pas ça va aller. Mets toi à genoux "
Je me suis exécuté sans répondre et me voila à genoux devant cet inconnu. Il sort sa queue et se caresse doucement. Très vite sa queue prend de la vigueur. Je tends la main timidement et me mets à le masturber doucement. *** sexe est maintenant bien dur dans ma main et quelques secondes après vient la petite phrase que je redoutais tant;
Il passe sa main derrière la tête et me dis doucement mais fermement;
" Suces moi "
Je m'approche de sa queue, je n'ose pas ouvrir la bouche, *** gland touche mes lèvres et je l'entend me dire:
Allez n'aies pas peur, suce moi "
J'entre ouvre légèrement la bouche il m'appuie sur la nuque et pénètre lentement sa queue dans ma bouche .Ça y est c'est parti je me mets à le sucer doucement d'abord, tantôt j'aspire le gland tantôt je le lèche, tantôt je le prends le plus loin possible dans ma bouche. Craignant de jouir trop vite au bout d'un moment il me lâcha la tête et me dis:
"Lèches moi un peu les couilles "
Je soulève donc sa queue et je me mets a passer ma langue sur ses boules très volumineuses tout en le branlant d'une main. Après quoi il me dis :
"Maintenant, j'ai envie que tu me fasse jouir "
Je commence à le branler très fort pour le faire gicler mais il m'arrête tout de suite et me dis :
" Pas comme ça, je veux jouir dans ta bouche "
Et il me tend sa queue. J'avoue qu'à l'origine je n'avais pas prévu ça, mais l'excitation aidant, je me suis dis que je n'aurais peut être pas d'autre chance alors pourquoi pas. Je reprends donc sa queue dans ma bouche et me remets à le sucer avec ardeur. Très vite il se met à gémir de plus en plus fort. Je sens tout a coup ses deux mains s'agrippées à ma tête. Il appuie fort je résiste un peu, *** gland gonfle très fort et là il me dis:
"Va y petite salope, suce bien ma grosse queue
je sens que ca vient ,je vais jouir"
ses mains s'agrippent un peu plus a ma tête
" oui vas y salope ca y est je viens!, j éjacule!
tiens Salope prends tout mon jus ahhhh salope
vas y avales tout mon sperme."
Il se met a gicler par de longs jets de sperme qui n'en finissent plus de m'inonder la bouche. Il continue de me maintenir la tête jusqu'à ce qu'il se soit vider entièrement dans ma bouche. Je fini de nettoyer sa queue avec ma langue puis il se rhabille et après m'avoir remercié repart comme si de rien n'était. Voila, c'était une expérience très excitante et je tiens à insister sur le fait qu'elle est véridique.
Je vous laisse, j'aimerai avoir votre avis et aussi avoir l'avis de femmes. Merci.

Merci pour cette petite histoire noyée dans un océan (pacifique?) de textes anglais... A vous lire

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Brad's Adventures


Let me just say that I had never really had a threesome before all this happened. I also can't say that I thought about my wife, or my girlfriends before that with other men either. After what happened to us last year though, I don't really know...I had what you would call a totally normal relationship with my wife Jennifer. Boring name, I know, but not a boring girl. We had gotten married soon after I turned 24, and I was working on Wall Street. I was doing really well, and my wife was totally hot, so I considered myself a lucky guy. After I got a promotion I decided to take us both on a vacation in the Caribbean...everything seemed to be going great, at least until we took this vacation.

I suppose I should introduce myself and my wife. We met during the senior year of college and clicked right away. I'm about 5'9, slim and toned, with brown hair and eyes. My name's Jon and I keep in shape by swimming and playing racquetball with friends before work. My wife, Jen, though, is a REAL bombshell. She's only about an inch shorter than me and she's got legs up to her neck. She's in really great shape because she does yoga and swimming (like me). Firm breasts, bigger than medium sized, but not huge either, a GREAT ass, and every part of her curvy body's toned. Jennifer has long, very dark red hair that extends below her shoulders, but unlike most redheads, who are pale, she's got a great deep tan that looks amazing over her few freckles and contrasts against her smoky green eyes. I think she's a hotter version of Lohan. I loved her shaved pussy and we were the envy of every bar and restaurant we hit when we went out.

Anyway, my wife is in advertising and after my promotion she took a break and we decided to go to the Caribbean. The first few days went great, we fucked nonstop as soon as we got there. We would spend the night fucking in every position on the bed and off it, then ***** in, fuck again, then eat room service, and finally we'd head out and usually lounge around the pool or the beach for half the day. At night we'd hit a bar or something, then come back to the hotel and start the whole thing again. The weather was great and I had reserved a premium suite for us, so we had a huge bedroom with balcony overlooking the ocean and everything.

One day we were lying on the beach reading when I noticed my wife looking at a group of college guys playing beach volleyball. I looked back and forth then smiled at her,

"Stop checking out the minors, perv," I said and winked at her.

Jen just smiled and went back to her reading but when I looked up again I saw she had a pursed-lip smile and sort of shrugged her shoulders. When I looked back to the frat guys I could definitely see she was trading looks with one of them in particular. Actually he really stood out in the group. All the guys were strapping athletic types, but this guy was just totally jacked. He was not gross like a bodybuilder, but he DID have like almost every single muscle defined, really toned, with an eight-pack, broad chest and shoulders, and fit thighs. I guess he just had the body that all guys try to shoot for. Also, he was in the sun, and had worked up a sweat that made his tan muscles glisten in the light. This all contrasted with his light blond hair...I suppose this guy was also pretty handsome, and had a kind of movie-star face. He stood about 6'2.

Eye-candy, I thought, and let my wife keep at it...hey, I stared at all the hot babes on the beach, why shouldn't she have her fun too? Still, I DID think that they traded winks and smiles for a little bit too long though...and right under my nose! I shrugged it off as amusing and went back to reading. I looked back at my wife, and could see what this guy found appealing...she was wearing a neon-green bikini that barely covered her ample breasts, heaving and bronzed in the sun. Her fit waist gleamed sexily with small beads of sweat, below that was her hips strapped by her green striped bikini thong, and then long, long tan legs that went on forever. Eventually the guys left though and after a swim Jen and I went to take a nap.

Later that night after dinner we went out to a local bar full of tourists, some middle aged, some young like us. The whole place was loud, with music and loud talk and movement all around. There was a dance floor, but it was mostly for older couples, so we didn't join. After a couple of ****** I could see Jen was getting all bothered up like she usually did...while we were talking she rubbed up against me and licked my ear. But a few minutes later while we were still talking and sort of making out I noticed that the frat guys from earlier had walked in and were now sitting at the bar next to us, generally making a ruckus, horsing around, and having fun. My wife turned to look at them. She was wearing a short cream-colored night dress that came down halfway her thighs and left her back exposed...and it was really sexy cuz it contrasted with her dark red hair and tan. I noticed she caught the glance of the tall blond jock from earlier, and she kept looking his way while we talked. A few minutes later this guy just up and comes right next to us, though, leaving his buddies behind.

"Hey," he said to my wife.

"Hey," she answered.

I tried to join in and say hibut he had already started talking to her, ignoring me completely. I thought that this would annoy Jen too, but to my surprise she just kept talking to him. The guy towered over her, and, I have to admit, over me too...at 6'2 he nicely filled out a black T-shirt and jeans with the body we had admired earlier at the beach. His blond hair stood in contrast to his tan, handsome face, a bit longer in the front than in the back. I suddenly caught myself. What the hell was happening here? Was I just admiring this guy who was blantantly hitting on my wife right in front of me? And she was joining in to boot? I couldn't hear what they were saying over the noise, so I just turned and started to have my *****. When the guy turned to talk to his friends for a sec my wife turned to me,

"Having fun?" I asked, sarcastically.

"Oh cut it out Jon," she said, smiling. "Brad's just bored with his buddies and wanted to have a chat. You don't mind, do you?"

I shrugged and turned to my ***** again just as this asshole came back and started speaking to my wife. I suddenly noticed, though, that he kept touching her waist and her arm while he talked her up. I started getting antsy, but a second later Jen turned to me, and looking seductively in my eyes, said, smiling and lowering her voice,

"Jon...ummm...you up for an adventure?"

I didn't like the tone in her voice, but I arched my brows and went along with it,

"Like what."

"Umm..." Jen turned and looked around at Brad, who sort of gave me a wink, "Brad invited me back to his room? But I told him we're here on vacation, and...it wouldn't be fair, so...do you want to invite him to ours and join in?"

WHAT? I couldn't believe it! Here was my wife, not only proposing a threesome with another guy she'd just met, but telling me that he propositioned her and that I could "join in" if I wanted? What the fuck? Anger started boiling up inside me,

"What the fuck are you talking about," I asked her. "No fucking way I'm having a threesome, let's get out of here," and I grabbed her arm, but she resisted and pulled away. I thought she'd get angry, but she only smiled ever more seductively. She turned to Brad,

"So my husband doesn't want to join in," she cooed in a tone that I didn't know if she was fucking joking or what. She smiled but kept looking at me the whole time as she was talking. Then she grabbed this guy's tanned veined forearm, and started walking away.

"I guess it's just you and me," she told him. The guy sort of shrugged at me like it was no big deal, and followed her, putting his arm around her shoulder.

I couldn't believe what was happening! I quickly paid the bill and ran out after them. The guys at the bar were all sniggering among each other, having witnessed the whole humiliating episode. I walked out after them, running, and caught up with them halfway already to our hotel.

"Hey wait up," I said.

They totally ignored me, though, wrapped up in some kind of talk. Finally I was by their side, but Jen didn't even stop to look at me. They took a few more steps while she said something in his ear, then stopped and Jen turned to face me.

"Listen Jon, we're on vacation and it's time to have adventures, experience new things, and expand our horizons," she told me, still kind of *****. "Like I said, you can come along if you like, but you had better behave yourself. We can all have fun," she added.

"But..."

"No buts, Jon," she said, smiling, but still firm. "Well..at least not yet...I want you to meet Brad and shake hands with him to show there are no hard feelings. Then the three of us will go in for a wild time. OK? I would do it for you, stop acting out."

What could I do? I was angry, but kind of ***** myself, and, well, I have to admit, the whole situation, though driving me nuts, was also making me a little horny. Absentmindedly, I put my hand out to Brad and he engulfed it in his stronger hand. He gave me a casual but firm shake,

"Hey dude," he said, carelessly, "Relax, it's cool, let's all have a good time."

Yeah, easy for him to say. He had all but taken my wife back to the hotel alone right in front of me. Brad put his strong arm back around my wife and they walked two paces in front of me, while I trailed behind. What the fuck was going on? I mean, I should have stopped this guy and beaten the crap out of him, or tried to...but I knew I would lose. That's the thing, his size and muscles kind of intimidated me, as well as Jen's nonchalant behavior about the whole thing...but there was something else too. I found myself entranced by the way his black shirt fit around the muscles in his back, playing as he walked, and also by Jen's bare back, swaying sexily in front of me. Eventually we all got to the hotel, a bungalow-type thing actually. We all went in.

Once inside Jen threw her purse on the couch and took a seat. I made ****** while the two of them talked some more. Brad tried to make a move to kiss her, but Jen sort of pushed him away, opened her eyes wide and mouthed "wait." Once we were all *****ing Jen sort of looked both of us up and down and said,

"Let's make this interesting." We all remained silent for a sec. "I want you guys to fight for me. Winner gets my pussy first."

WHAT? I couldn't believe Jennifer's mind worked this way...she had never talked like that before. Brad smiled. He seemed to be into it.

"Um...look, I think, uh," Jennifer smiled at me in a superior way as she saw me mumble, "um, I think a threesome could be fun and stuff but what's the point..."

"Oh come on Jon, play along. It's hotter like this."

Jennifer wrinkled her nose and shrugged her shoulders while she spoke. She was acting like a total slut! I should have walked out of there right then. But then Brad would have her all to himself...also, I have to admit I was getting turned on, especially when Brad stood up and pulled his tight black T over his head, revealing all his rippling muscles. He looked like he could be a Men's Health model...all defined ridges, an eight-pack, broad shoulders, no hair, tan, jacked muscles but not gross like a bodybuilder...what the fuck was wrong with me looking at a guy like that!

Brad slipped out of his flip-flops and shucked off his shorts as well, revealing his muscular thighs, and remaining only in a pair of white CK briefs that stood out against his tan skin.

"Mmmm...I LIKE," cooed Jen, my slutty wife. "Come on, Jon take it off. Oh and I want you guys to wrestle," she said, matter-of-factly.

Uneasy, I took off my shirt and bermuda shorts as Brad and my wife traded smalltalk...

"Your hubby's got a pretty tight bod, gonna be a challenge," said Brad, in an exaggerated, sarcastic tone.

"Yeah, I bet," said Jen, ***** and loud. "Come on Jon, don't be a wimp, fight for your woman..."

For some reason Jen's weird demeanor, her hot body still in the tight white dress, Brad's rippling muscles and the whole humiliating scene made me hard. They were quick to notice this, and Jen started the cat-calls,

"Ooooh...Jonnyboy's ready to go! Wow! Keep at it, but you'll have to win me though..."

Brad and I squared off in the middle of the living room in this absurd, primitive scene where we'd have to fight for first dibs at a girl...MY wife though! I don't know why the hell I was going along with this. Anyway, the result was worse than I could have expected. Brad towered over me and teased me and played around with me...I grabbed him and tried to trip him, but it was like trying to wrestle with a tree or a wall.

"Wow...wow...almost...almost there dude...you got me now..." he kept taunting me, with my wife snickering in the background.

The most embarassing thing was that the fighting, plus having to rub and grapple Brad's muscular hot body had me harder than ever. Brad noticed this and started snapping the edge of my underwear.

"Yo, I think hub's getting off more on rubbing up against me and stuff than thinking about your tight pussy..." he said, and Jen laughed.

I couldn't believe this! Did this guy...sure we were about to have a threesome, but did he just refer to my wife's pussy as tight? My anger was changed and just stoked when Brad started snapping two fingers against my hard cock, bouncing inside my boxer shorts.

"Come on gayboy, don't you have any play man...jeez...what a fucking loser..."

I didn't know what to do! I was angry as hell, my face was burning red, and yet I had never been more turned on. Anger finally got the better of me, and I lunged up, jabbing Brad in the jaw. I don't think he was expecting that. The room remained quiet for about twenty seconds, and I knew I was in trouble.

In one move he had me on the floor on my belly, twisting the hell out of my right arm behind my back.

"WRESTLING, dip****, we're supposed to wrestle..." Brad said as he jabbed my arm again and landed his knee into my back, drawing out a long shriek from my belly.

"You wanna streetfight, I'll show you, fucking pussy," Brad continued.

He manhandled me until I was on my back and gave me two rough punches to the stomach, his powerful biceps and shoulders contracting with the strength of the blows. The ***** of being hit drew my breath out. When Brad stood up, I lay at his feet, still out of breath, while he looked over me, his body relaxed, looming like a conqueror.

"That's what you get for being a pussy wimp and breaking the rules, man," Brad said. "Looks like your wife's enjoying the show."

I looked over at Jen and coulnd't believe my eyes. Her sexy white dress lay crumpled at the foot of the couch. Her naked, tan body lay cuddled on the couch, her long legs curled up, her firm breasts heaving, while she was playing with her clit under her blue and black thong panties. She was looking at Brad. I looked back up at him, and even though he had reduced me to mush at his feet, I became so hard I almost shot in my boxers...his ridged ab muscles lead up to a chiseled chest heaving still with exertion in the light of the living room. He had built up a light sheen of sweat like on the beach earlier that day, that made his body glow. His handsome face was not angry, just nonchalant and kind of pleased. Slowly he put his thumbs under the waistband of his white briefs and shucked them down. They fell two inches from my face and Brad proceeded to kick them away.

I heard Jen heave with delight when Brad did this, and soon I saw why. His cock, still soft, was larger than mine was hard. It wasn't just the length...but it was so THICK! It hung down—no tan lines on this guy—veined and meaty. He nudged me with his foot.

"Get up," Brad curtly ordered.

When I hesitated he bent over and shocking me, grabbed me by my hair. In a second this jock that had trounced me in front of my own wife had me by the hair on his knees in front of him. He grabbed the base of his cock with his right hand and all of a sudden a stream of piss unloaded on my face and in my open mouth.

All of a sudden I could hear loud moans coming from my wife on the couch. What the hell was happening?!! I quickly tried to close my mouth.

"Open NOW ****head, if you know what's good for you," Brad barked at me. Before he even finished his order I found myself obeying and he starte pissing in my mouth. "Better not spill a drop, pussy."

Like having no will on my own, and fearing what Brad would do if I disobeyed, I swallowed his hot stream as it landed in my mouth.

"Oh my god Brad, look at Jonnyboy's neck move with you piss..." Jen hissed. "That's so NASTY, oh my god," she continued.

Soon Brad's piss slowed to a trickle, then stopped, then he had me clean his cock of all the drops. It started to grow slowly as I licked the head and sides.

"You fucking pussy, if you EVER so much as touch me again without me telling you to, you'll be eating my **** all day. You got off easy this time, next time I'm breaking your fucking wimpy nose. GOT IT, loser?"

"Yes, Brad," I answered.

Brad cuffed me on the back of the head.

"You call me SIR, dip****!"

"Yes SIR!" I answered. I had truly lost all dignity.

"Good, now get your faggot mouth off my cock."

I stopped licking Brad's cock and he slapped me a few times in the face with its now hardening, heavy and thick length. Then Brad pushed me away with his kness and I fell on my ass as he approached my wife on the couch. I watched the defined muscles of his back and ass as he walked, relaxed and manly, toward the couch. His body was still covered in sweat, which made all the tan chiseled sinews glow in the light of the living room. I watched as this younger tough jock walked to my wife to claim his prize...he had beaten me so definitely and squarely there was no question who was top dog in the room, and my wife had been there to witness it all, the way he first beat me into mush, and then how I willingly submitted to his superior physical stamina and ***** to save myself. It was all so primal and clear...and to top it off, it made me hard as hell! I was no longer thinking about it though.

I watched as Brad picked up my wife off the couch without any effort and carried her like a trophy toward our bedroom. I quickly scurried behind, Brad totally ignoring me. Once in the bedroom he threw Jen on the large bed and told her to suck his cock. Jen practically lunged at it, trying deperately to fit her lips around the huge head. She was sitting, legs splayed-out, while Brad stood in front of the bed, his sexy fit body in relaxed pleasure. I watched my wife take more and more of Brad's cock, stuffing its huge girth down her throat, spreading her jaws impossibly. Brad sighed in pleasure, enjoying dipping his cock in her mouth, then grabbed her hair from behind. My wife raised her hands and grabbed the base of Brad's huge cock—there was room for both of them lengthwise, but girthwise, they even fit around—jacking the base. Pretty soon he was fucking her throat, my wife happily complying with this jock stud using her mouth as a pussy. She willingly moved her head back and forth faster and faster, gagging loudly on each in-thrust.

The scene had me so hot that without thinking, I suddenly had an urge...I bent over and started licking this superior athlete's feet and full, muscular calves. This had no effect on Brad, who was just busy fucking my wife's throat on our own bed.

"Yeah, that's it, bitch suck my dick," Brad said in a husky voice. "Suck it, suck it..." he continued, also in a low voice. "Suck my fuckin' cock while your loser husband laps my toes like a dog," Brad said, which caused Jen to squeal with delight.

Pretty soon Jennifer, my sweet wife, started to lick this hunk's balls.

"Jon, go bring me some oil or lotion or something while your wife licks my balls, I wanna be all slick and stuff while I fuck her tight cunt," Brad told me.

I didn't need to be told twice. I was so turned on by his dominant, cocky, careless attitude, I would have done anything he asked. I ended up getting my wish—feeling this hot jock's every muscle in his well-defined torso while I oiled him up, my wife pleasuring his cock and his balls the whole time. As I moved down the small of his back, I started to hear my wife gagging on his huge ramrod again. I oiled Brad's tight, defined ass, without a bit of fat on it, and suddenly asked outright,

"Sir...may I lick your ass, Sir?"

Brad snickered when he heard my question, while my wife squealed again.

"Sure wimp, I guess that's only the right thing to do...go ahead you dumb pussy, lick my ass..."

I started to lick Brad's ass while my wife impaled herself more and more ********** on his cock, gagging and ******* louder and louder.

Finally Brad had had enough. He turned to me and spoke,

"Listen, wimp. I'm about to do you and your wife a favor, even if you don't know it. But you pissed me off earlier when you hit me like a little ****** if you want me to go on, go ahead...beg me...you know what to do, dipshit..."

Immediately, I started talking,

"Please SIR, don't stop now SIR...thank you for not kicking me around earlier more than was necessary...thank you for letting me lick your superior jock ass, SIR...I almost came when you pissed in my mouth Brad, you are SO much tougher than me, I live to worship your cock SIR, please fuck my wife and let me watch, I beg you SIR, take my wife!"

He ripped my wife's panties off, threw them to the side, and with the athletic moves of a large cat, he threw my wife further down the bed. He positioned himself between her legs, holding his weight on his muscular arms to her sides. Slowly, I watched this younger superior stud work his huge cock in my wife's tight pussy as her tan legs spread out impossibly and she screeched. At first I thought she was in pain, but then I heard her say, or scream,

"Oh my GOOOOD! FUCK! FEELS SO FUCKING GREAT!"

I watched as he took over my wife's pussy with his giant cock, the same way he had earlier taken her mouth.

"Fuck me! Fuck me you fucking stud!"

Brad wasted no time. He started with slow, long methodical strokes, driving Jen to the brink and back. I watched his back muscled contract and expand each time he dove in, and I almost came right there, without touching myself. Then he started really ramming into her, faster, but still with long strokes, so that the whole bed shook and slammed loudly against the wall. This stud had charmed my wife right in front of me, beaten me to a pulp in front of her, pissed in my mouth, and was now claiming his prize, my wife's hot pussy. I looked entranced as his thick cock spread Jen's tight cunt more than ever, and I moved closer...the sound of flesh slapping on flesh, the smell of sweat, was everywhere.

A few seconds later, Brad wrestled my wife on her hands and knees and proceeded to fuck her brains out doggystyle. I watched my wife's beautiful model face contorted in pleasure and pain, her green eyes wild with lust, her firm breasts swaying to and fro below with the ***** of Brad's powerful athletic thrusts. I looked up to Brad now, his chest, that I had oiled earlier, gleaming in the bedroom, his muscles at work fucking hot twat, the determination of fucking on his face. I started making out with my wife furiously while she was getting fucked, and she bit my lower lip.

"You like that huh?" she asked. "You like seeing your wife get rammed by a real man right in front of you, you little pussyboy? Oh GOD this feels SO good, such a hot stud..."

My wife's words were driving me crazy, and I jacked off. I knew I would cum soon. But Brad had other plans. He twisted and played with my wife's willing body again like she was a rag doll until he was sitting on the bed and she was squatting right above his giant spear-cock. The thing is, he was not aiming it at her pussy! Brad slowly lowered my wife's ass on his cock...Jen emitted first a loud shriek when he busted her cherry ass, then a guttural ****** growl while Brad lowered her on his cock.

The scene that followed was some of the most primal sex I'd ever seen...certainly I had never done anything like this with Jen or any other girl. Brad, however, seemed experienced. He fucked her ass on our bed, ramming her body up and down. Jennifer's hot body looked amazing as she helped Brad raise and lower her on his cock, her beautiful ass impaled shockingly on his monster weapon. The bed slammed and shook and screeched with their violent rutting, the sounds of assfucking and wifefucking filling the air. Their sounds had degenerated into a mix of incomprehensible groans and screams—all coming from Jen—and phrases like "fuck my tight ass," "jock stud," and other sextalk...Brad just kept repeating "fucking hot hole" from time to time. After he came in her ass, Brad grabbed me by the back of the head and ****** me lick it clean...I came without touching myself.

They spent the whole night fucking away. In the jacuzzi Brad lay back as Jen first sucked him off then straddled him, put her hands on his chiseled chest, and fucked herself on his cock. Brad told me to lick her ass while she did this, and I, of course, obeyed. I ended up serving them hand and foot (literally) for the rest of the vacation, with Brad pissing in my mouth two more times just for fun. Needless to say, I was allowed nowhere near Jen's pussy. The morning after their wild first fucking I was inaugurated in my role as fluffer, sucking Brad off until he was hard, then inviting him to fuck my wife. This continued throughout the vacation.

After we returned home, our sex life continued as if almost nothing had happened. This surprised me at first. Jen appreciated how much more caring and attentive to her needs I had been since our encounter with Brad, though. A month later, Jen announced she was pregnant. I knew it was Brad's, and I knew I would dutifully raise his ***** like a servant...it was only natural. Men like Brad have evolved to have as many different *****ren with as many women as possible. If he wants a woman, she has no chance of resisting. As a superior athlete Brad had every right to impregante my wife; my wife, in turn, was willing to have a ***** of my own down the line so long as I provided her with the means to carry a superior jock's better genes for the first round.

Dominated in Brazil



Last year I took a trip with my girlfriend Jenny to Brazil. Yeah I know...when you go to Brazil you shouldn't go with your girlfriend, what's the point? Rio is full of hot, sexy beach girls who'll fuck your brains out. But we were hot for each other and figured we'd go there, hang out, stay on the beach, and basically fuck 24/7, or "expand our erotic life." My girlfriend's freaky and experimental so I figured we might even go for a threesome. These things were true...I just didn't see how our "erotic life" would "expand" or exactly what kind of a threesome we were in for! But I don't want to get ahead of myself.

First of all, about us. We're a typical uhmm..."hot" college couple. Last year we were both 20 when this happened. She's a smoking 5'7 with a firm, feminine body, beautiful skin, awesome ass, and a nice size C that looks great on her. With dirty-blond hair, blue eyes, and a navel ring, she completes the picture of "hot college babe" and I considered myself lucky to have her, the envy of every guy we met. Not that I'm bad myself! I stand about 5'10, messy blond hair, a cute boyish face (at least that's what she/other girls tell me) and a nice, tight body that I got from running, working out, and most important, being on the diving team at my school. I usually have a tan too, which doesn't hurt with the girls.

Anyway we decided to go to Rio over winter break. I won't bore you with the details. We had a great time on the beach, walking around, going out to nightclubs, trying the local food, checking out all the hot Brazilian girls tanning without a top at the beach, going to the beach some more, you get the idea. After a few days we were both working on our tans and she looked fucking hot! I had to protect her from a number of advances... not just locals but also annoying tourists, ******, whatever. Wasn't too hard I'm a pretty tough guy, been in plenty of fights. And, oh yes, we spent the whole night fucking each others' brains out, often well into the morning and sometimes afternoon. A great time!

One day though I decided to leave her at the beach on Ipanema, with a French girl we had met and become friends with. I like my gf, but frankly, I always need some time for myself, and I wanted to check things out on my own for a while. I walked around the beach for a while, had a beer with two Australian guys and checked out all the hot-ass girls walking by, went into a videogame arcade, and then I walked into a juice stand across from the apartment we had rented. I didn't want to stay in a hotel because I wanted more privacy and it was nicer anyway. I ordered some delicious unknown-fruit medley and absentmindedly watched a soccer game on TV until a few minutes later I looked back toward the stand. I was left sort of speechless...

A few feet in front of me a guy was having some kind of juice. Now I'm not gay or anything and had never done anything with another guy, but something about him left me stunned. He was around my height but packed a lot more muscle. He wasn't exactly a bodybuilder, but he was seriously built, had a deep tan and a very handsome face; he didn't look hispanic I guess, more white, but he had a very deep tan and was wearing just surfing shorts.

What amazed me was the perfection of his body...it didn't look grotesque or over-defined like on some older guys who've been working out for years or took steroids. You could see almost every muscle, but there was nothing unnatural or artificial about it; his six-pack was more like an eight-pack and I was in a trance by how perfect it was, I mean it wasn't like a hint or outline of muscle, it really seemed to be cut out of marble. He was also watching the screen, not really noticing me.

A few minutes later I looked back up to his face. He had noticed I was checking out his body I think...I must have turned a few shades of red. This in turn made me even more embarrassed, so I looked away. I looked back up maybe half a minute later. He was watching the screen again. I couldn't take my eyes off his defined, bronzed, glistening muscles. I couldn't believe it, but I was getting hard! It was not like watching a girl and getting hard though. I felt weak in his presence. What the fuck was happening? Then I looked back up to his handsome face again. He was watching me. Although I became flustered again I didn't look away. He didn't have much of a reaction one way or another to me looking at him it seems. I couldn't read him. He wasn't angry, surprised, uncomfortable or anything. He just stared back at me for a few seconds, he seemed relaxed and confident. Then he watched TV again while he was finishing his juice.

We continued doing this back and forth for a few more minutes I guess. Then he finished his juice and walked away. I saw the muscles in his back play under his silky, tan skin and then it glistened when the sun hit it. He was waiting for the stoplight. I quickly paid off and walked outside, trying my best to hide my hard-on. I knew I was doing something weird but I couldn't stop myself, and don't think I would have wanted to at this point. I wasn't sure what I was going to do anyway! I walked up next to him. He glanced at me, nodded as if to say "hi" and quickly looked me up and down. I was impressed by how confident and relaxed he was, but I guess he had no reason not to be; it's just that I'm sure he saw I was nervous and so on. He just ignored me though and started to cross the street. I followed!

As we were walking side by side, he spoke to me in accented English. He said, "Hi." I looked back at him and said hi.

"What is your name?" he asked. He spoke pretty good English.

"Tom," I said.

Anyway he didn't say anything but we had just reached the other side of the street. He put his hand out nonchalantly,

"Hi Tom, I'm Carlos."

I took his hand but he just gave it one shake, not even, and released, not rudely, but as if he was leading things. We just stood looking at each other for a few seconds; he didn't have an aggressive look on his face or anything, but his relaxed confidence and iciness, mixed with a somewhat friendly air, were unnerving, I felt myself getting hard again. His eyes seem to look right through mine. "Where are you staying?" he asked. I gulped.

"Over here," I signaled with a nod at the building a couple down behind him.

"Cool," he said, as if he was accepting a dinner invitation, signaled with his head and turned around.

What the fuck was going on! Yet I was still hard...and looking at his magnificent muscled back, his cut triceps, perfect calves, and even just his demeanor settled things and almost without thinking I was following behind him. We went in past the doorman and soon we were in the elevator. He didn't say anything while we were going up just watched the door while I couldn't take my eyes off his body. The next few seconds were a flurry but soon I was unlocking the door to my apartment. Carlos immediately grabbed my forearm and dragged me inside. I let myself be led by him to the center of the living room. He took my forearm and placed it so that my palm rested on his incredible abs.

The contact was electric I felt weak in the knees. His tan skin was smooth and soft and it covered muscle that just seemed to vibrate with vitality. My hand was just frozen there. I looked in his face and lost it. He was very handsome with short brown hair and brown eyes, a perfect face...and again he just seemed to have an aura about him that was totally dominant. He wasn't trying or anything...just his natural confidence was overwhelming. "This is what you were looking at?" he asked, a wry smile on his face.

"Yeah," I said, and licked my lips. He smirked.

"So?" he asked. "What else do you want?" I didn't say anything I just looked at his body, his chiseled pecks and rock-hard shoulders. He noticed but didn't say anything. I extended my other hand and felt his shoulder and the power there.

"Can I?" I asked. He just slightly did an "up" nod as if to say "go ahead." I did just that. I ran my hands on his chest, several times on the magnificent ridges of his abs, on his shoulders and I felt his biceps. He was just looking at me smiling wryly or smirking at times. He curled his right bicep. I was in a total trance. He didn't object as Ieaned forward. My face was close to his powerful bicep now, I felt the heat coming from it. Tentatively I reached out with my tongue and licked it. I felt his smell...a mixture of soap, sweat, and a hint of the sea and the beach from where he had clearly just come and my dick got a lot harder. He just stood there while I licked and then French kissed his bicep. My face was red-hot and my heart was pounding in my head, but I was too far gone to think about what I was doing!

Pretty soon though he grabbed be by the back of my neck and made me face him again. He seemed to dominate and penetrate me with his eyes. With his other arm he grabbed my forearm again and led my hand to his cock. I gasped. It was already half hard and bulging in his surfing trunks. I was amazed by how thick it was. It seemed also to be very hot to the touch, even through the fabric. He released my arm but I kept massaging his growing cock.

"You like that?"

"Yeah..." I answered breathlessly.

"Good," he said.

He released the back of my neck and just made a slight motion with his face but the intention was clear. Without another word I dropped to my knees in front of this other guy I'd just met. My head was spinning but I couldn't stop.

Carlos put one hand on my head and slowly started unstringing his shorts with the other. He kicked off his flipflops. I was still massaging his growing bulge. But in a few seconds he was done pulling the strings and his shorts fell to his feet. His huge cock snapped upwards and hit me on the face and then rested on my forehead. I was left breathless at the sight before me. He looked like a god. His cock must have been at least eight or nine inches and thick, with huge full balls, and his smell was intoxicating. His hips and thighs were muscular and defined, he had a defined V running around his lower abdomen...it was a picture of virility and power. Carlos kicked his shorts away and with his now free hand he grabbed the base of his cock. He knocked it a couple of times on my forehead and then rubbed it on my face and lips. I was breathing pretty hard...I couldn't believe what was going on, but I couldn't stop it. Soon he started knocking his cock back and forth on my cheeks slapping them pretty hard...whack...whack..whackk...while he looked into my eyes.

"Good girl," he said and patted my head.

My cock stirred in my shorts. I reached down to rub myself but he kicked my hand away. "Open up," he said. I did. He bent over. I thought he was going to kiss me but he stopped a few inches above and spat several times into my mouth! I couldn't believe it. He then raised up again over me and I watched his amazing abs extend and his massive pecs, the ridges of his collar bone, and his handsome face and eyes still penetrating mine.

"Swallow like a good girl," he said smirking.

I made a face and closed my mouth...was I going to do it? Soon I saw his free hand clench into a fist. In a mixture of fright and lust I swallowed immediately and looked up into his eyes.

"Cool," he said, approvingly, and his hand unclenched.

Somehow this experience made me even more in awe of him, and hotter. I felt both relieved and proud. Then it happened. He grabbed the base of his cock and aimed it at my lips.

"Suck my dick."

I was in a daze as the head of his thick cock moved past my lips and into my rapidly expanding mouth. I let my tongue dance on the head of his magnificent cock and was rewarded with a moan of appreciation. He took his cock back out of my mouth and whacked my cheeks around with it some more. I looked past his muscular, lean, tan body into his handsome face. He had a look of calm determination and lust. Looking straight into my eyes he stuck his cock back into my mouth.

Carlos didn't waste any time now. A few short thrusts on my tongue, and then he quickly reached my throat. I already instinctively covered my teeth with my lips. I let my tongue cover the thick underside of his cock...I was in heaven, slurping and sucking greedily on this stud's huge cock! With a grunt he started poking my throat with it several times and I gagged. He continued though...back and forth, slow, then faster...I ****** on his cock... making noises ugh ugh ugh ugh, I felt soo fucking slutty like I'd seen girls to in porn movies. I couldn't help myself. I put my hands on his hips and felt his incredible power as he speared my throat again and again. I felt just about ready to come without touching myself! Carlos himself seemed to speed up.

Then he suddenly slowed down. Slowly he started withdrawing his cock from my mouth. I felt its thickness and heat as he drew back until finally he withdrew completely and the head was bobbing aggressively in front of my eyes. He kept it there for a few seconds until I totally lost it. With my hands resting on his perfect abs I started showering his amazing cockhead with a flurry of kisses and licks. He just chuckled and plunged back into my mouth, but slow. He speared my throat in one thrust, then withdrew again completely from my mouth. Then back again. Carlos kept this up at his leisure withdrawing his cock with pop then plunging back in again. I was mesmerized by this sight of his cock exiting my mouth and then going back in. My hands moved down to his thighs to feel the muscles there and I felt my own cock swell even more! With the last thrust though he plunged deep into my throat cutting off all air, and he kept it pushed in there until I was getting pretty uncomfortable unable to breathe!

Without missing a beat Carlos withdrew only slightly before again cutting off my air while I tried, unsuccessfully to push him off against his stone-hard hips and abs. But feeling his dominance, power and determination was too much and with a weak moan I started coming without touching myself. Just while this was happening Carlos withdrew his cock from my mouth, grabbed the back of my head with his other hand, and shot several huge volleys...the first one went way over my head, the next two whacked my forehead pretty hard, then again and again all over my face and neck...he did this while I was coming down from my high and it was amazing...it seemed like he was just shooting a massive amount of come.

Finally I felt his body relax slightly from the climax. Though I was totally covered in his cum I opened my eyes slightly and saw his awesome, tan muscular body, now covered in a light sheen of sweat and glistening...and of course his massive cock still hovering dominantly over my face.

"Open," he grunted, and I did.

He beat his cock several times on my tongue and some more come splattered out now into my mouth and on my lips. Carlos had me carefully clean his cock while he wiped off come from my face with two fingers and was feeding it to me. After a short while he just pulled out. He grabbed a shirt I had left on a chair, wiped his cock clean, then pushed it into my face. I fell backwards on my ass, and heard him chuckle. As I was cleaning off my face with the shirt and even gladly licking some of his come off my fingers I saw that he had already put his shorts on and was stepping back into his flip flops. Without so much as a second thought he headed for the door saying,

"Thanks... pussy."

I watched Carlos' glistening, muscled back step out, his come still on my face and chest, in my mouth, and feeling totally spent...and wondered if I'd run into him again...

Later that night I think I must have banged Jenny harder than usual. My experience with Carlos had left me reeling. I didn't know what had come over me. It hadn't been my plan to be on my knees, in my apartment, in front of a Brazilian guy with his cock stretching out my cheeks and fucking my throat while he looked down at me smirking. But something had come over me around him.

His physique, the strength in his rippling, tan muscles. The way he stood and walked, projecting dominance, grace, and strength. The way he seemed to look right through me. Something about him made something snap in me and I ended up getting skullfucked and left with cum all over my face while he walked out as if it was no big deal. And I guess to him it might not have been.

To me it was obviously, and it made me question myself. This wasn't just a gay "encounter" or experiment, it was one guy dominating another and turning him into a cocksucker, and I was on the receiving end. Another guy had made me kneel in front of him and stuck his dick in my mouth and down my throat; he had shot a load of cum in my face. It seemed like the ultimate insult even.

But I desperately tried to put all this out of my head as I took a long shower, downed a few shots of vodka and headed out for some more ******. By the time I had run into Jenny I was plastered and had forgotten most of it. We hit up a few bars by the beach, and headed back to the apartment, where I fucked her with abandon.

Jenny is really a hot girl, and the time in Rio was making her hotter; her skin now had a tan glow and her dirty blond hair and light eyes stood out even more. Despite being ***** I was hard as a rock pistoning out of her tight pussy. It was raw fucking and I didn't look her in the eye. I remember focusing on her navel ring and seeing her firm midsection move back and forth with my thrusts. It was turning me on like crazy. I reared up and grabbed her firm ass with both my hands and thrusted into her pussy faster; it was burning hot and she was moaning. I could tell she was nearing orgasm.

But, flashes kept appearing in my head. As I thrust out, I remembered Carlos' thick, powerful dick bobbing aggressively in front of my face; I tried to focus but a few seconds later, over my hot girlfriend's moans, I had a flash from earlier that day, his dick burying itself in my throat, and Carlos ******* me. Skullfucking me. Looking up at him and seeing his a superior, smug smirk on his handsome face as I slobbered over his dick.

It was like I couldn't get this out of my mind. It turned me on and got me angry and made me fuck Jenny harder. She came with a scream, and I with her, pulling out and coming all over her firm, tan stomach and pert tits.

The next day we both woke up a bit hung over. However that was nothing some strong coffee and a good jog on the beach couldn't fix. I also did some weights in the gym in my building. I was admiring my own toned body in the mirror after: I'm on the diving team, so I have very good proportions, nice abs. The tan I got made my blonde hair stand out. My muscles looked more pumped than usual.

However, suddenly images of Carlos' more muscular, bigger, stronger body flashed in my head; his broad shoulders, the rocklike delts, the sun gleaming off his deeply tanned skin. I felt the same stirrings in my crotch, of weakness and excitement at the same time. I quickly tried to get a hold of myself. Back in the apartment we took a quick shower together, drank a bunch of water, and decided to head out to the beach for the day.

After we got set up under an umbrella I went off to take a quick swim in the Atlantic; it was cold water, but refreshing. I bodysurfed some of the bigger waves on Ipanema beach. Then I got back and we enjoyed a joint together as we watched the nice view of the beach and the people. Finally we both got up to take a walk down the beach. I was absentmindedly watching the beach with my arm around my hot girlfriend as suddenly I was struck by something. It was Carlos.

He was only a few yards in front of us, walking in our direction. I suddenly panicked and couldn't breathe almost, but tried to control myself and play it cool. I looked over at Jenny. She hadn't noticed him yet and was glancing over at me. She was smoking hot, and the late sun was showing off her amazing figure. I tried a smile, then looked back up quickly, and saw that Carlos had noticed us as he was walking our way.

Carlos stopped right in front of us,

"Hey...Tom," he said and extended his fist for a bump.

I greeted him back. For a moment I was left speechless. The guy who had come on my face the other day was just in front of me facing me together with my girlfriend. I felt all the same stirrings all of a sudden, of fear mixed with lust and admiration. His muscles glistened in the sun. He had a silver chain around his neck that really emphasized his cut, tan muscles and broad shoulders and V-tapered form. He had a pair of light blue and white surfing trunks on.

"Tom...wanna introduce me to your friend?" Jenny said giggling.

I stammered for a second and felt stupid,

"Uhh ya...uhh Jenny this is Carlos, Carlos, Jenny...Carlos and I met...yesterday ...at the juice bar..."

"Oh cool, well hi Carlos," she said in her giggly way.

I could see her eyes go up and down his body and could tell right away that she was impressed. Jenny had always liked fit guys and I suddenly felt another layer of something on top of everything else.

"Didn't know Tom had such cute friends," Carlos said. It wasn't corny when he said it for some reason. "Enjoying the beach?"

"Uhh...yeah...actually we were walking and about to go..." I stammered out...

"Cool," said Carlos. He lightly grabbed his crotch and looked out toward the sea. He stretched. He was obviously showing off. The late afternoon sun glistened off his deeply tanned, stretching torso, every muscle on display straining. His abs, his obliques, serratus, it was like a perfect specimen of male anatomy on display. I felt a heat from his body overwhelm me; or was it just me heating up? I couldn't tell. He turned around and faced us. I got a sudden image again of the day before. As if I felt his thick cock punching its way through my throat. I felt my dick move and had to readjust myself.

"Rio is really beautiful, we really like it yea," said Jenny while all this was going on, though I barely registered it. She was giggly.

Carlos just gave a playful half nod and a smirk, acknowledging her statement, and said, "How else are you guys going to enjoy yourselves?"

Jenny looked up at me. I was still speechless, transfixed on Carlos. This made Jenny I guess more boldly check him out. I looked at her and could see her smile at him and look him up and down. He looked her right back in the eye and they held eye contact for a few seconds, but what seemed like minutes. It's as if time slowed down as I noticed this display of attraction.

There was an electricity in the air. I felt my dick twitch and grow again watching Jenny clearly turned on by this stud. When I looked back at him I was again overwhelmed. He was looking right at me again; right through me. I felt scared, powerless, even a bit humiliated, yet immensely turned on by what was going on. We all had a silent moment for a while before Jenny answered,

"Well, just checking out more sites I guess, we were going to go to this party tonight..." she petered off into a giggle. Fuck, what an inane answer. There was more silence. Finally, almost as if I was ****** by something to do it, I said,

"Actually we have no plans right now dude, you wanna come get a ***** with as at Bar N."?

I don't know why I did it. Carlos smiled again, and looked me right in the eye. It's as if he already knew he had won. "Sure, let's go."

We all started heading away from the beach and to the street. The bar was a few blocks away and we all walked there trading pleasantries and smalltalk I guess. Carlos spoke English pretty well and he and Jenny just did the usual chitchat, though I could tell he was already working her over, he was smooth and witty and made her feel comfortable.

The bar was very stylish and modern, a porch overlooking the beach from an upper level, and we all set in for a few ******. Carlos was just shamelessly flirting with Jenny at this point, and I could tell she loved it. He made some jokes and told us stories about Rio but mostly let us do the talking. It seemed he was much nicer than I expected. He even complimented me a few times and made us all feel at ease. Well, quite a smooth operator I guess.

We were all having a few *****s and getting buzzed. Jenny was getting even more giggly and touchy with him. For my part, I was hard this whole time, so I shifted somewhat to hide my erection. I only briefly tried to think about why I had invited him along, actually tried to put this out of my mind. I should have just said we were leaving, but something about him, as usual, made me do it. An ****** magnetism. A sense of wanting to be around him, to defer to him even. It was like autopilot. I excused myself for a moment.

In the bathroom I cleaned up my face. Away from the hot scene of my girlfriend talking to this stud I sort of came to. I decided it had all been fun but I'd go outside and end it all, take Jenny home, and fuck her tight pussy all night long. I fixed myself up, then headed back outside. But as I was approaching the terrace where we were all sitting I noticed Jenny and Carlos were making out. She had leaned in from her seat on the edge of the couch and he from his seat and they were pretty passionately kissing. I instantly got harder than even before at this sight.

There was a twinge of anger and jealousy too, but it was fucking hot to see. I decided it would be weird to stare at them from behind the potted plants so I walked over and I guess they saw me out of the corner of their eyes because they stopped when I got closer. I sat down, and between the *****, the music and the whole atmosphere there wasn't much awkward moment, Carlos just smoothly segued into another interesting anecdote. I noticed Jenny was sort of guiltily smiling at me and even bit her lower lip as she looked away.

I put my arm around her and we all chatted for a bit as if nothing had happened. Except, I did notice that Jenny hadn't really removed her hand from Carlos' knee. Something about that sight almost made me shoot in my pants. Her dainty, beautiful hand, now slightly tan but still lighter than his deeply tanned, muscular thigh and knee. She looked at me and smiled in a "naughty" way, playing, while still carressing his knee. We were all still talking but he noticed this exchange. At this point he got up to excuse himself, I guess also to go to the bathroom.

As soon as he left Jenny and I immediately started to make out, furiously. I grabbed her tits and stuck my tongue down her throat. We were both clearly very turned on. I stopped for a second and looked in her eyes,

"So...what do you think?" I asked.

"Hmm...think about what?" she teased.

"You know...what...what do you think about him? About Carlos?"

Jenny giggled, then stared at me. "Umm, he's hot? I don't know...I..."

I leaned in and we sensually kissed a bit more. "Do you want him to invite him home with us" I asked. What was I doing??

She stared at me wide-eyed for a second but then smiled naughtily and bit her lower lip. "I don't know...you sure...?" But I could see she wanted it.

"Sure why not. It will be fun. We're on vacation...let's try it..." and we kissed some more and I felt up her tight stomach and tits. I was turned on as hell, thrilled but at the same time also there was something else...here I was feeling up my girlfriend's smoking hot body but...

"OK..." she giggled back. We were both buzzed, though not *****. "You're soo bad..." she said then bit my lower lip. We both giggled as I felt her toned, smooth thighs. As we were still feeling each other up I noticed Carlos came back. He sat down in his seat, splayed out like a king. My dick twitched at the sight of him and I felt sure I had made the right decision. I turned to him.

"So ...Carlos...we were thinking of heading back to our place, want to join us there for another ******" We were both looking at him and she was sensually running her fingers through my hair while giving him a pursed-lip smile that was suggestive. I'm sure he knew what the invitation was all about. He smirked at me...the same smirk he threw me the day before when he stuck his cock down my throat. A thrill ran through me.

"Let's go," he said, confidently, and we all got up. The walk back to the apartment was quick. We were all buzzed and ended up being silly all the way there. Jenny ended up being passed back and forth between me and Carlos and I think she was enjoying the attention. They walked together for part of the time, his arm loosely around her waist, which, again, turned me on to see. By the time we got to my building I had my hand around her shoulder. We paid no attention to the doorman and quickly went up in the elevator.

We got inside the apartment. Carlos gave me a quick wink when he recognized the scene. Just the day before I had been on my knees looking up at him with his thick tan cock obscenely stretching my lips and cheeks. We both knew the other remembered this...my face went red but I can't say the memory wasn't a turn on or a big reason of why he was here again, this time with his arm around my girlfriend.

"I'll fix us all some *******" I said.

Carlos nodded and he and Jenny headed for the living room and the couch. By the time I arrived there with ****** they were already making out. Carlos had grabbed Jenny's tits and was generally running his hands all over her tight body. I handed both of them their ******, but Carlos barely acknowledged me. They both took their ****** and had a few sips while we all talked.

Carlos threw off his flipflops and put his feet up on the coffee table. I couldn't help but look at his well-shaped, nearly hairless legs, muscular, and his feet. Everything about him screamed strength and vitality. His feet were facing me as he had a couple of sips and put his ***** down. Jenny just handed her ***** back to me as she started to make out with him some more. I put her ***** on the table, had a few sips of the strong cocktail myself and then sat on the couch, on the other side of Jenny.

She was very softly moaning and I could hear the smacking of their lips against each other. Jenny sat up and took her top over her head, revealing her beautiful, perky tits. She seamlessly went back to making out with Carlos while he played with her right nipple, pinching and tweaking it. I started to kiss her right shoulder and worked my way down to her nipple, sucking and lightly biting her right breast. She was clearly enjoying this and getting all worked up having two guys go at it on her.

Carlos suddenly stopped, then he stood up next to the couch. Both Jenny and me looked up at him. I was still playing around with one of Jenny's nipples and caressing her smooth thigh, as Carlos took off his shirt to reveal his magnificent torso. In the dim light of the room he looked incredible. Every muscle was on display, and I could hear Jenny sort of swoon or moan in anticipation. It wasn't just the size of his muscles (he had big muscles but not grotesque) but just how well-shaped his body was, and proportional.

The silver chain stood out in the middle of his broad, powerful, tan chest, making him look even more badass and macho. Carlos didn't miss a beat and casually just took off his surfing trunks as well, then lightly kicked them away with his well-shaped feet. I grabbed one of Jenny's thighs. We both watched in anticipation. Sure enough Carlos grabbed his speedos and shucked those off as well, kicking them away. His thick, powerful, proud cock snapped upwards against his tight abs then settled, aggressively bobbing in the air, upwards from his body. He just stood there in front of us, casually.

I'm sure Carlos knew the effect he had on us, on people, when he took his clothes off. I had heard Jenny gasp and now she was basically breathless, and had a hand up to her mouth. It was really an incredible sight. His broad, muscled shoulders, toned and tan, glistening in the light of the room.

He had basically 8-pack abs, a V-muscle around his hips, framing his powerful, thick cock that was jutting up and out proudly, under which hung full, round massive balls. His thighs were also thickly muscled and his tan body had a kind of aura around it in the electric lights of the room. It was almost like a sex god was standing in front of us.

Carlos just stood there but his presence had the intended effect. Without a comment, Jenny leaned forward and knelt in front of him. It was like she was paying respects to a pagan sex god. It's what I had done the day before too. I was transfixed and just watching. Expectantly looking up at him, she placed her hands on his abs, admiring his power and running her pretty fingers down to his well-toned thighs. Carlos lightly placed an arm on the back of her neck. I could see the muscles in his forearm lightly twitch as he applied pressure. He gently nodded down to her reassuring her. I saw her from behind, leaning her head in.

He let out a slight moan as she engulfed his beautiful, thick tan cock in her mouth. I watched from behind as her head now bobbed up and down and she rested her hands on his tight abs; the contrast between her light tan and his deep, glistening brown tan was electrifying to watch.

I quickly got up and took a look from the side. For his part Carlos only gave me a quick wink but returned his attention to my girlfriend giving him a blowjob. She was lost in her own world. At times keeping her eyes closed, at other times opening her eyes and looking worshipfully up at this stud. Her beautiful pink lips were obscenely stretched around his powerful brown dick. Watching my girlfriend go down on him was amazing and I almost came. I quickly shucked off my own clothes and stuck my hard dick out toward her face.

As I said before my body was not bad at all, but nothing like Carlos'; I was sleek, lean, but he outclassed me in brawn and muscle without losing any grace or elegance. I couldn't get enough of watching his muscular hips and abs now swing lightly back and forth as he stuck his thick brown cock deeper in my girlfriend's welcoming mouth, sort of gagging her. He had one hand lightly but dominantly resting on her head. I felt another twinge of jealousy. This time of her. I remembered the day before.

Soon after Jenny remembered her boyfriend was in the room and reluctantly interrupted her worship of Carlos to pay some attention to me. She grabbed my dick jacked me a few times, then went to town on it with her tongue and mouth. She was a great cocksucker and I knew she had pleased him. Now I got to enjoy her for a while, but she continued to alternate between the two of us. This continued for a while. She was going down on me and I alternated between looking at her and at Carlos' athletic, powerful body and jutting dick...now glistening with my girlfriend's spit.

"Do you guys want to take this to the bedroom, might be more comfortable there?" I asked.


Jenny smiled. I helped her up by her arms, and then the three of us headed to the bedroom. Carlos took the lead and both of us took in the sight of his muscled, perfect back and ass walking in front of us.

When we got to the bedroom Carlos hopped on our bed and lay back against the headboard. Relaxed, his muscles in relief, he really looked like a pagan sex god, he looked royal. Jenny quickly headed for the bed but I stopped her. Slowly I kissed my way down her toned, beautiful back. When I got to her short summer skirt, I grabbed it and slowly lowered it down her shapely ass. She danced, besides swimming, so she was in great shape. I then grabbed her red-and-white-striped panties and lowered these down her beautiful, long, sexy tanned legs. It was amazing, her panties were drenched wet. As she stepped out of her panties she turned around and the two of us made out briefly. Then she headed back for the bed where Carlos was waiting.

Jenny was now up on all fours on our bed. Carlos was resting with his back on the headboard of the bed and had his legs spread out. Jenny leaned over and immediately began worshiping his balls while he lightly jacked off his huge cock. The sight was amazing. Jenny's beautiful ass was on display and I couldn't help myself. Maybe I should have fucked her but I immediately leaned in. I started to tease and lick her pussy and ass with my tongue.

All three of us were on my bed now: me worshiping and licking Jenny's ass, as she worshiped and licked Carlos' balls and his thick cock. Soon I heard a loud clap next to my head. Carlos had leaned in and slapped Jenny's ass as she sucked his balls. She let out a loud, excited squeal. He smacked her ass a few more times, then leaned back, with his hand behind his head. I couldn't help but marvel at the powerful muscles in his shoulders, armpits, arms, and chest as he lay back on my bed, enjoying my girlfriend's tongue slobbering over his balls. He looked like a boss, tan, muscled, and glistening in the bare bedroom light, my girlfriend hard at work sucking his balls.

After maybe about ten minutes of having Jenny pay tribute to his balls while I lovingly licked her ass, Carlos got bored and he stood up on the bed. Jenny didn't miss a beat and got up on her knees. She started to suck his big dick again but this time he grabbed her hair and started facefucking her. I could hear her gag and I could see spit flow from her mouth on to her sexy tits. She put her dainty hands on his powerful hips for support as he skullfucked her, the same way he had done to me on the day before. Instead of getting up to also get some head I did something different.

I started to kiss the back of her shoulders and neck. Carlos slowed down now and let her go at her own pace, gently sucking his cock. I was so close to her face now and could hear her moan. I looked at her from the side. She looked amazing...her pretty, elegant face was looking up at Carlos worshipfully. Her dainty pink lips stretched obscenely around his thick, powerful tan-brown cock. The contrast between her feminine elegance and his strong, virile dick was amazing. Slowly I approached closer and kissed her cheek.

Jenny had a surprised look, I could see from the corner of her eye, but quickly smiled with her lips stretched out around his cock. With a loud pop she smacked her lips off his dick and looked me straight in the eye, wickedly smiling.

"You like this baby?" she asked, and looked straight at me.

I only moaned back at her. She leaned in, hesitantly, but still looking me in the eye. She opened her mouth and slightly stuck out her tongue, approaching me. I returned the gesture and soon felt her lips on my own, her tongue reaching inside my mouth. It was electric. We both went wild, kissing each other. I could taste him on her. She moaned wickedly into my mouth, then pulled back looking me in the eye again. She had a lusty, but naughty smile on her face.

With her right hand she was pumping Carlos' huge dick, which was hovering threateningly above our faces. Still looking me in the eye she leaned her head back towards his cock. She gave it a few loud smacks with her mouth and tongue, then loudly kissed the head. Jenny now turned back toward me, grabbed the back of my head by the hair aggressively. We made out again. She was aggressively sticking her tongue inside my mouth, to make sure I tasted Carlos.

Jenny was moaning into my mouth and we were both getting really hot and heavy because of the whole scene. Pretty soon it happened: Carlos just sort of unceremoniously thrust his long, thick strong dick in the middle of our makeout session. He thrust right between our lips as we were kissing. Both of us let out an excited gasp as we opened our eyes and looked at each other. It was an amazing sight and feel. Looking right into my girlfriend's eyes as this stud slowly slid his thick cock between our lips.

Jenny was probably more surprised then me but we went for it. Without missing a beat we both went to kissing each other again and sticking out our tongues on both sides of his massive cock. Carlos was right where he wanted to be. He pulled his dick back until we both shared the head and made out around it, then thrust forward again. Carlos placed his hands on both our heads and soon he had a rhythm, slowly thrusting back and forth, appreciating his new toys' worship of his magnificent dick and manliness.

We kept at this for a bit until Jenny couldn't handle any more. She mumbled something about how she "had to have this in" her mouth again and looking up at him captured the head of his cock between her lips and started blowing him. He calmly thrust into her mouth and throat a few times. Then he pulled back and with a plop his awesome dick freed itself from my girlfriend's pretty mouth.

I was mesmerized again looking at it, like the day before. It pointed slightly upwards and swayed in front of our faces. Beyond that was his ripped, tan body and I registered again a silver chain resting on his broad chest. Slightly guiding my head again with his hand he effortlessly plunged his weapon into my mouth. I heard Jenny moan.

"That's it baby. That's so fucking hot."

Carlos took charge again. He grabbed both sides of my head and started to seriously fuck my throat now.

"That's it. Fuck my boyfriend's throat. You look so cute with that cock in your mouth Tom!" she exclaimed.

I hadn't heard Jenny talk this way in some time. For my part all I could answer was a surprised gasp and a repeated "ugh ugh ugh ugh UGH" as Carlos continued to plug my throat with his dick for his own enjoyment, and maybe amusement. I felt Jenny lightly pinch my nipple as Carlos fucked my face again. The feel of his dick in my mouth again was awesome and I shamelessly reached up to feel his perfect abs.

By now his thrusts were moderate speed and deliberate and I was drooling all over my chest from his vigorous face fucking. I thought he might come but he was just putting on a show. Soon Carlos pulled me off his dick by the hair. I was left back on my ass watching his magnificent body on display, a light sheen of sweat making all the muscles stand out. He leaned over and grabbed Jenny, raising her to standing position.

I stood for a moment watching the two of them as they made out, and Jenny stroked his long, threatening cock: it was clear Carlos was ready to fuck now. The two of them looked great together, like sex gods. I felt strange. I felt jealous, also anticipation though. I'd never been more turned on. I looked in amazement as Carlos sort of tackled and manhandled Jenny back to the bed, while she giggled.

He had maneuvered her into doggy position so I knew what was coming. He took his place behind her. Jenny looked back for a bit then looked right at me. I could see in her eyes lust and seduction, and she slightly smiled. But it was like she was possessed. My attention was interrupted by Carlos lightly slapping her ass a couple of times. Jenny moaned. I could see his thick cock rearing up behind her ass, still wet from the two of us giving him head. I could see his handsome face look down in concentration as he now aimed his thick cock at my girlfriend's pussy and push up.

Jenny let out a yelp, then a long moan as Carlos wasted no time in filling the girl I loved full of his thick, powerful dick. She was super-excited and the anticipation had gotten to her; she came almost instantly when he had worked his cock into her. She was grabbing the bed. Carlos lightly slapped her ass again and looked at me and winked. Slowly he started to thrust in and out of Jenny's pussy. The real fucking began.

I watched Carlos take Jenny doggystyle for maybe five or ten minutes. It was hot as hell. Jenny was moaning and at times yelling, I couldn't tell if she was coming yet. Her hair was flailing wildly and she was grabbing at the sheets. She was in ecstasy as this Latin stud took her to sexual heights. Carlos looked magnificent as usual, his ripped body on display as he thrust back and forth into my willing girlfriend. His abs were on full display covered in sweat, glistening in the light of the bedroom and flexed and unflexed as he fucked her.

I leaned over, unable to help myself. I started to wildly make out with Jenny while she was getting fucked by this stud. She lightly bit my lower lip and moaned loudly into my mouth as Carlos brought her close to another orgasm. I drew back a bit. I grabbed the sides of her face as Carlos grabbed her waist with one powerful hand and her hair with the other for leverage, to pump her harder. Her eyes were lost in lust and she looked back at me. It was the sexiest look seeing her beautiful eyes as she moaned on his thick dick.

"Oh fuck baby..." she moaned "...Oh fuck....he's fucking me...I'm going to cum...Tom....he's doing it baby, he's going to make me cum again!" She almost screeched the last words. "Fuck baby, Tom, he feels so fucking good....I didn't think that...fuckk...Tom...his cock is so fucking thick...he's so fucking strong...thank you...Tom....I love you...I love you baby," she whispered and then it happened.

A shattering orgasm crashed on her as she looked into my eyes with lust after just telling me she loved me while this stud fucked her brains out. I felt Jenny's nails bury into my hands and felt the ***** of her orgasm as Carlos fucked into her. The contrast between her words and the fact that she was getting just plain fucked almost made me cum without touching myself.

Carlos pulled back and withdrew from Jenny as she leaned forward in my arms. I'm not sure if the ***** of the last orgasm had knocked her out, but it seemed at least that she was still close to passing out. She was heaving and resting in my arms as Carlos got back to his feet again and took a step towards me. I knew what he wanted.

"OK pussy, taste your girlfriend off my dick," he said.

Without missing a beat I obeyed and leaned up and took his powerful cock between my lips. I looked past its thick length to see it glistening with Jenny's pussy...I could indeed taste her off him. He slowly stuffed his brown dick into my ever expanding mouth and soon I was gagging and ******* again as he plugged my throat.

UGH UGH UGH UGH

Jenny must have heard the noises. Because she was soon on her haunches again watching her boyfriend get his face stuffed full of Brazilian dick, my pink lips stretched out around that virile brown cock, drool falling on my chest as I tried to look up to him the way she had earlier. I felt her hands on the side of my head. Carlos was looking into my eyes with an amused smirk on his face.