Black Owned Couple – 4

by Stephanie (Maid) (sw1110@hotmail.co.uk)

***

My wife and I are now totally in the power of our black
masters and perform with another owned couple in a film
to be sold through the adult store I now work part time
in. (MM+/FF, bi, oral, anal, intr, cuck, tv, cd, huml)

***

Chapter 4: Our First Blue Film

To all intents and purposes, I am a happily married
computer technician by day, with a lovely wife and a
nice house in the suburbs, outwardly no one would
suspect that both my wife and I are owned by a black
man as his sex slaves.

We have been since my wife found out about my cross
dressing and cock sucking exploits using an internet
swinger site and decided to become involved. We now
belong to TK who together with his friend and sex store
owner James have transformed our lives.

My wife serves them as their fuck toy taking their
cocks in her mouth, pussy and up her tight little arse.
I turn tricks for them in a booth at the back of the
shop, where my mouth and arse are used by strangers. I
also double as their faggot sex maid, taking there hard
cocks wherever they choose and licking their arse
holes.

We are not allowed to fuck each other anymore but I
service my wife orally and with a large black dildo. We
both look forward to the week ends to serve our masters
in whatever way they choose.

It was Friday again and I got home to shower and dress
for my turn at the shop. My wife was already naked
wearing only some strappy 4-inch heels.

Once ready in my maid outfit, shaved and cleaned inside
and out and with a hard cock we donned our long
overcoats and set off to the other side of town where
James has his shop.

We parked round the back in the private shop car park
as usual.

We knocked on the door and Grace the shop manager and
my wife’s black lesbian mistress opened the door.

“Hi sweetie,” she said to my wife and they kissed, my
wife’s coat dropped to the floor as Grace pushed her
fingers into my wife’s dripping cunt. My wife panted in
excitement as Grace’s fingers found her clitoris and
pussy hole.

I stooped and picked it up hanging it next to my own
and closing the door.

“James wants both of you upstairs tonight,” she said.

The upstairs of the shop is a sort of flat where James
and TK usually take my wife while I turn tricks.

They also shoot low budget porn films and photo sets
which they sell in the shop.

My wife has done several photo shoots both solo shots
of her pussy and arse with and without toys inserted in
them, shots of her pussy and arse split open by TK’s
huge black cock, cream pie shots and shots of her face
buried in Grace’s pussy. I rarely get to go upstairs
unless they have a client who pays to use me as he
wishes and needs somewhere private to have me suck his
cock tongue his arse and let him fuck me.

We trooped up the stairs and entered the flat. James
was sat on a couch in a toweling robe. “Cock sissy” he
said as he saw me.

I moved quickly over to him and knelt parting his legs
and opening his robe. My mouth closed around his cock
and I began to suck.

My wife came and sat down next to him her hand on the
back of my head and they began kissing.

James said to my wife, “This is how it should be, white
woman at my side to fuck when I wish with her husband
sucking my cock, don’t you think?”

My wife cooed her answer, “Oh yes James just as it
should be, he’s too small to satisfy me, I wish all us
white wives could enjoy black cocks!”

“And what about you sissy faggot?” James asked

“Mmmmmm,” was my reply my lips and tongue working on my
black masters huge cock.

“Well,” he said “tonight we are going to make a film,
we are all going to star in it with another white
couple I have been training with TK, you will both
address us as Master, it is a film about how we are
superior and what a good white couple should be.”

“The others will be here soon,” he concluded.

James’s cock twitched, he pushed me off, “Tongue my
arse faggot!” he commanded and shuffled forward on the
cushion. My wife then took over kissing and sucking his
cock. “Don’t worry dear” she said “you can have his
lovely cum this time”

I set about his hairy black arse hole as if it was a
sweet delicacy. About five minutes later James grunted
and I replaced my wife’s mouth on his cock to taste his
salty load. I then knelt before them like a good slut
maid as they sat back, James fondling my wife’s pussy
and tits.

We heard the clip of heels on the stairs and Grace led
another white couple into the room, the lady was naked
except for red high heels with long blond hair and
blond pubic mound, her husband looking very prissy wore
a maid’s outfit similar to mine with a blond curly wig.

James stood and embraced both our wives then said, “To
business, Liz meet Sandy.” My wife, Liz kissed Sandy
full on the lips. “Hi!” they both said. “Well what to
call the faggots?” James said I was named Stephanie and
my companion sissy was named Jemima “Kiss and say hi,”
said Sandy to Jemima. We kissed and said “Hi,” to each
other. “How sweet they look together,” my wife said
“Little play mates together” James, Sandy and my wife
all laughed at our obvious humiliation, however both
our smooth white cocks were rock hard.

Our wives applied some make up to complete our sissy
looks, eye shadow, blusher and bright red slut
lipstick, we were given a bag of toys to use and sat
down on the couch.

Grace set up a camera on a tripod and James told me and
Jemima to sit together facing each other on the couch.
By the side was a table with two empty glasses and a
selection of toys on it for us to use.

“You two will tell the world how much you love being
the sissy cocksuckers you are, then I want you to have
a sissy sex session and both of you must cum on
camera,” James ordered. “We will cut when I am happy
with what you’ve done.”

“Go on girls,” said Sandy.

Grace gave us a nod and we started.

It was obvious Jemima was as surprised as I at the
idea, but falling deeper into my role I began.

“Don’t you just love being a black owned sissy?” I
said.

“Oh yes,” Jemima replied. “Their huge cocks are just so
big and yummy.”

Our wives and James went behind the camera; both our
wives were sniggering at our performance.

“Oh yes,” I said. “And the taste of their cum is just
delicious and there is so much of it too.”

“That’s because they have such huge masculine balls,”
replied Jemima. “Not like our tiny ones.”

“Mm” I mused “Our black masters are so good to us, it’s
nice that they dominate and own us for their and our
pleasure” I carried on to Jemima

“I’m glad my wife and I both found out about the
superior size of our black masters cocks, we’ve never
been so happy, she gets real men to fuck her with a
cocks that can satisfy and I get to kiss and suck them
and sometimes I get them inside me too, as well as all
the cum I can swallow.”

“Doesn’t it just fill you up both ways,” agreed Jemima.
“My wife and I are just the same, I don’t know how she
could have been happy with my tiny cock before we met
our master and his friends, they are just so dominant
and wonderful!”

We paused and kissed stroking each others hair and
rubbing each others cocks through our dresses. James
smiled and looked on approvingly; our wives were
smiling with their arms around each other rubbing their
pussies.

“I like your hair and outfit,” I said. “It’s really
sexy.”

“Do you think so?” replied Jemima. “Shall I give you a
twirl and show you my panties?”

“Oh you tart,” I said. “Yes please.”

Jemima stood and twirled round in her little pumps,
lifting her dress and showing her white lacy panties
with a hard bulge in the front with a wet patch at the
tip.

“Mmmm” I licked my lips. “Your cock looks nice too,” I
said. “Shall I show you mine?”

“Ooo yes please,” said Jemima. “I’m getting all randy.”

I stand and twirl lifting my dress to show my satin
French knickers.

“Let’s suck each other,” Jemima suggests.

“Oh yes lets,” I squeal. “And lick each others sissy
pussies.”

We could both hear our wives laughing at the spectacle
of their husbands making out as transvestite sissies,
owned by black masters, with no dignity left and loving
it.

We both stood and made a show of wiggling out of our
panties which we handed to each other to sniff before
Jemima stood with his dress hitched up revealing his
lovely stiff white cock and smooth balls.

Grace was moving around us getting close up angles on
film, it was so humiliating and erotic at the same time
to know this would be on sale soon and men would be
watching and wanking over our performance.

As I knelt in front of him I picked up an empty glass
from the table to catch his spunk in and began to kiss
and lick his cock working down to his smooth balls. His
cock was perfumed like mine and the smooth skin was a
different sensation to that of our hairy masculine
masters. Taking his now dripping cock into my mouth I
sucked as hard as I could while my tongue rubbed the
underside of the head.

It was a lot easier to suck than any of the black cocks
because it was much smaller and thinner.

Jemima like me was horny as hell with not being allowed
to cum often and soon his cock began to twitch and his
gentle thrusts became much more intense and urgent. I
pushed a finger against his arse and he squirmed and
bucked ready to cum.

I pulled back of his cock and he shot his load into the
glass.

I then made a big show of drinking it and telling him
how sweet it tasted.

James nodded in approval at this scene, his enormous
cock hanging between his legs like a black hose pipe.

Then it was my turn, Jemima now knelt in front of me
with my dress hitched up showing my stiff cock and
smooth balls. It didn’t take long for me to start
bucking and thrusting as he sucked my cock and fingered
my arse, milking me into the glass and savouring the
contents.

I pushed Jemima down onto the couch and parted his legs
to lick his arse, he was quite relaxed and loose from
fuckings he had received from our masters and it was
easy for me to work my tongue in and out. I reached
over and found a long jelly dildo and pushed it into
Jemima’s arse licking round the hole as I slid it in
and out. Jemima panted and moaned as he got hard again.

Another of the toys was a large rubber double dildo, in
black of course, and once I had him squirming on my
tongue and the small jelly dildo, I pushed it into him,
he gasped as I pushed a good length inside him,
thrusting back against me until it was deep inside him.
It was a good thing it was long because there was still
plenty left for me to get in my arse later.

Jemima then knelt with the huge black dildo protruding
obscenely from his arse and licked mine, fucking me
with the narrow pink jelly toy. Oh it was lovely, so
gentle and relaxed, his tongue licking up my perineum
to my balls, my cock rapidly hardening as my wife
watched her once supposedly straight husband living a
fantasy dream in front of her.

We then got down on all fours on the floor and bottom
to bottom. I inserted the other end of the dildo into
myself, we then began pushing back on each other,
trying to drive it deeper as our bottoms came together,
humping and hollowing our backs, moaning and hissing
like two bitches in heat.

James let us go on for a while like this, enjoying our
humiliation and watching our wives who were enthralled
at our antics busily rubbing each others pussies as the
watched.

Eventually James decided enough was enough, saying,
“Cut Grace,” and “You two stop as you are!”

We slowed down coming to a rest with our bottoms
against each other panting, our tiny hard white cocks
dripping pre-cum again making damp patches in our
dresses.

“Now,” James carried on, “I and your wives will come in
to find you as you are, you will stop when told and I
will order you to suck my cock; both of you will come
to me and kneel, one on the right and one on the left.
You will lick my cock and kiss my balls together. Your
wives will be licking each others pussies on the couch
after I tell them to provide me with entertainment.

“You will then put your mouths together like a French
kiss only my cock will be sliding in between, got it?”

“Yes Master,” Jemima and I replied.

“You will repeat the same tongue kiss and cock suck for
TK before we fuck your wives while you kiss our balls
and lick our arses in gratitude before cleaning us and
your wives when we are through ok!” directed James.

“Yes Master,” we chorused.

Grace said, “When I give you sissies the nod get going
again like the sluts you are!”

“One more thing,” said James. “At the end your wives
are going to tell the camera how pathetic you are and
how much happier they are now they receive our
attentions and their husbands are as sissy maids to
superior black men, got it!”

“Grace when you’re ready,” he said.

James with a wife on each arm stood just off camera
waiting while we resumed our anal dildo session and got
up to a good rhythm, writhing back and forward on the
dildo trying to push it deeper into our arses.

“Just what we like to see,” he said to our wives, “your
tiny-dicked sissy husbands at play!”

“They appear to like black cock as much as we do,”
replied Sandy.

“I bet they’re little cocks are both hard at the
thought, I know Stephanie’s gets hard at the thought of
a big black cock!”

“So does my sissy hubby Jemima,” said Sandy. “His cock
positively drips at the thought of serving his master!”

We carried on slamming back on each other like a pair
of rampant sluts, groaning and hissing as we worked
ourselves up.

“Enough sissies!” said James. “I want my cock
worshiped!”

He let our wives go, “You two white girls can do some
muff diving on the couch, give your sissy husband’s a
show.”

Jemima and I crawled over to kneel on either side of
James as he stood watching our wives get into a 69 on
the couch.

Jemima and I watched too as our wives began kissing and
licking each others pussies.

“Sissies!” James ordered “Cock worship now! Your wives
are mine not for you to gawp at!”

We attended to James at once but at every opportunity
we glanced over at our wives lesbian activities, they
were moaning and slurping as they tasted each others
pussies and sucked each others clits.

We started our French kiss and James began sliding his
hard cock between our kissing lips forcing us apart. He
would pause as he pulled back so that both our tongues
worked on the head of his huge black cock

TK had arrived and was stripped down watching our
wives; Sandy was now licking my wife from the back,
sliding her tongue over my wife’s anus and pussy, my
wife was slipping her fingers round her clit at the
same time gasping and moaning.

James pulled his cock from our lip embrace and TK slid
his in.

“Hell, I’m ready for this,” he said to James. “Which
one you gonna fuck?”

“Liz,” James replied, “and Stephanie’s gonna lick arse
and suck.”

“Fine with me bro’,” replied TK. “I’ll fuck Sandy with
her sissy in attendance.”

TK was thrusting between us holding our heads to his
hips as his cock slid between our lips and tongues.

Our wives had swapped round so that my wife was now
lapping round Sandy’s anus while she fingered her wet
pussy.

James nodded and they both stopped and bent over the
couch arms facing each other ready to accept their
black masters’ cocks in whatever hole they desired.

TK walked through us and Jemima crawled after him, I
set off after James.

TK walked behind Sandy and rubbed his cock up and down
her crack as if trying to decide which available hole
to use.

She jiggled as he did this, “Ooh fuck me Master,” she
cooed.

TK opted for her pussy and slid his cock right in to
the hilt. Jemima knelt behind, getting an eye full of
Sandy’s stretched sopping cunt.

“Lick my arse sissy!” TK barked.

His face shot in-between his buttocks and his tongue
went to work. Sandy was humping against his cock so TK
was standing fairly still which made it easier for his
tongue to really connect to his arse hole.

Eventually he picked Sandy up and turned round almost
knocking him over. He sat down on the arm of the couch.
Jemima’s face moved to between Sandy’s legs and he
began licking TK’s balls his nose rubbing against her
stretched pussy.

Sandy whimpered and moaned with pleasure writhing in
TK’s strong arms as he pushed her down filling her
inside with his hot, hard and huge black pole. His
hands cupped round her breasts twisting and pulling her
erect sensitive nipples. She orgasmed several times
before he shot his load of seed deep into her pussy.

I was kneeling between James’s legs eating his arse for
all I was worth as he ploughed his black cock in and
out of my moaning wife. I could imagine the huge
glistening pole pistoning in and out of her sloppy
pussy as I could hear the squelchy slurping noises as
he filled her with satisfaction. His fluid movement
became jerkier and I could feel his anus twitching with
my tongue as his muscles tightened in climax. He pumped
his hot fresh man seed deep into my wife as she
screamed in ecstasy.

As he pulled and shot the last of his seed onto her
pubic hair, my mouth moved to cover my wife’s gaping
hole so I could catch the juices of their love as they
dribbled out. James could produce a great deal of sperm
and it fair gushed from my wife’s pussy, the sweaty
aroma of sex hanging in her pubic hair.

When she had had enough of my tongue she told me to
clean her lover and I turned my attention to licking
James’ cock clean.

Jemima and I then knelt before the two black studs and
our exhausted wives and thanked them for fucking our
wives and allowing us the pleasure if cleaning them.
Our wives in turn told us how pathetic we were and made
us show our cocks to the camera again and masturbate.

They told us that this was the only way a white sissy
should be allowed to cum unless being fucked by a black
cock and that as far as they were concerned the only
cock for them was black.

As Jemima and I spurted our cum over each other, we
must have looked truly pathetic.

Grace looked at James who nodded and said, “That’s a
wrap!”

To be continued?

Black Owned Couple – 3

by Stephanie (sw1110@hotmail.co.uk)

***

Another session at the sex shop for a black owned
couple leads to wife’s lesbian initiation and more
glory hole work for the sissy husband who now works
tricks at both ends. (MMFF, bi, intr, oral, anal, bd)

***

Part 3: A Session with Grace and Leon

Two days after our last session as sex slaves for TK
another parcel was left at the house. Inside was
another French maid outfit, wig, stockings, suspenders
and frilly panties.

The note accompanying them said they were for best
wear, the uniform I had already was for work and my
wife was always to be naked in high heels for their
pleasure.

The note added that I was expected to work either
Friday or Saturday nights or both, at the store, but
that I would be paid a percentage of the takings like
any good faggot whore.

Friday night came and we both donned long overcoats my
wife nude except for high heels and me in my work
uniform but with my best in a little case.

I had parked the car close to the house so we could get
in quick. We drove to the store and parked round the
back. We went to the rear door and knocked, Grace
opened the door and we stepped in.

“James and TK ain’t here yet,” she said, “take off them
coats.” We hung them on the hooks in the passage way.

Grace studied my naked wife closely “Ever licked
pussy?” she asked her.

“No never,” replied my wife looking nervous as the big
black woman pinned her to the wall.

“Well sweetie, its time to learn,” said Grace and she
pushed my wife down by her shoulders and lifted her
skirt. Grace was not wearing any underwear and her
large hips filled my wife’s vision.

At first my wife hesitated “Come on slave,” hissed
Grace and grabbed her head pulling her into her thick
black thatch and grinding herself against my wife’s
head. Muffled cries came from my wife, “Please I’ll
lick, I’ll lick!”

“You, faggot, get behind and lick my ass,” ordered
Grace.

I knelt and pushed up her skirt at the back, parting
her cheeks I sank my tongue into her crack, I tongued
her arse hole as she relented allowing my wife to
tentatively lick her pussy.

There was a noise behind in the passage and I turned to
see the old man.

“Grace,” he said. “Boss just rang, put the faggot to
work and amuse yourself with his wife use the fag too
if it’s quiet.”

“Well that’s brightened my day Leon,” said Grace.
“Follow me you two.”

We went into the side room with the low bed in it,
where the old man had fucked me the last time.

Grace sat down on a chair at the opposite end of the
room; “Here slave,” she said to my wife. “Come and put
your face where it belongs!” My wife dutifully went and
knelt between her legs. “Smell my cunt slave,” Grace
hissed. “Your face is gonna smell of my cunt by the end
of the night so start kissing and licking!”

Grace tied my wife’s hair in a pony tail on the crown
of her head to use as a handle, “I won’t pull too hard
sweetie as long as your doin’ ok!” she said.

My wife could only mumble a reply as her mouth was
clamped onto Grace’s cunt

Then Leon slapped my backside, I turned, he grinned and
looked down at his crotch, I got the message and sank
to my knees.

I unzipped his trousers and pulled the press stud, they
fell to his knees. His half hard hairy black cock waved
in front of my face. Instinctively I kissed the tip and
grasping it in my right hand began to run my tongue
over the tip. I opened my mouth and took him in, his
flavour was quite strong and slightly bitter but I was
no longer in a position to be fussy as to the requests
of my black owners’ friends.

The room was filled with the sounds of oral sex, slurps
kisses, moans and the urgent demands from Grace to my
wife to work that white tongue in there and the sucking
slurps of a cocksucker at work.

Leon pushed me off his cock, grinning he said “I hear
you like the taste of black ass faggot” I nodded,
knowing where my tongue was going next. Sure enough he
stepped out of his trousers and lay back on the bed. I
crawled over and opened his legs. He rested them on my
shoulders as my face pushed up between his buttocks,
his hairy balls blocking my view and I began to lick
his arse hole.

“Hey Grace,” he called. “White tongues is good for
black holes eh?”

Grace hissed a reply but I did not catch it as he
forced my face harder against his arse.

Grace wanted a break from her cunt bath and as the old
man was ready to fuck me, my wife was made to lubricate
my arse hole ready for the old man, and it was strange
feeling something as slim in my ass as she fingered the
lubricant in. Leon then had me lie face up on the bed
with my wife straddling my face holding my legs up
under the knees so he could fuck my hole while he
fondled my wife’s tits and I licked her sopping pussy
and tongue fucked her arse.

“Watch your faggot husbands cock,” said Leon as he
thrust in and out pumping my rectum with his stiff
black cock. “When I drive it home he cums just a
little.” It was true my hard cock leaked and twitched
each time his cock touched my prostate, “What’s it feel
like to watch your husband cum as a faggot, Bitch?” he
asked.

My wife gave the text book answer, guaranteed to put
Leon and Grace in a good mood, “It shows how superior
you are to us slave’s sir” she replied.

Leon stiffened and gasped as he shot his load inside me

“Aaaah,” he said. “That’s better, pull your panties up
faggot you can go and turn tricks for us now, my cum
will lube your white faggot cunt!”

He dressed again after wiping his cock on my face and
led me to the closet.

As I left the small bedroom Grace was straddling my
wife as she lay on the bed to receive more pussy
worship from her tongue.

I put on my soft gloves as we walked to the closet.

The set up in the closet had changed, there were now
two holes in opposing walls, one set higher than the
other.

Leon put a thick felt lined leather belt round my waste
and chained it either side of the lower hole. He then
put the collar round my neck and chained this to the
higher hole opposite.

He then placed a padded trestle under my chest to help
support me. I realised that now I could be fucked and
suck cock for my black masters.

I had only been in the closet for a couple of minutes
but I could already feel my arse leaking Leon’s fresh
sperm down my legs.

I was surprised when a thin white cock came through the
hole.

It’s a cock and it’s paid to be sucked I thought and
started the kissing and hand massage routine. I had
only just got it in my mouth and run my tongue across
it when he came, in torrents.

I could hear him groan in relief on the other side of
the wall “Yeh baby” he moaned before his cock
disappeared to be replaced by another thicker longer
black pole.

I couldn’t help myself I moaned softly as I kissed the
tip massaging the shaft with both gloved hands. “Get in
your mouth slut!” he whispered hoarsely.

I did and began to run my tongue down the underside of
the head. He was thrusting against the wall so hard I
thought he was coming through it at times, “Suck my
black man meat bitch!” he kept saying “You love it
don’t you!”

I managed, “Yes sir oh yes,” before he flooded my mouth
with hot sticky cum. As he withdrew I felt a finger on
my arse. “Oh boy!” a voice said. “Ripe and ready for a
fuck!” The finger was removed and the unmistakable
nudge of a cock replaced it.

The strangers cock slid in quite easily thanks to
Leon’s spunk and the lube my wife had rubbed in there
and soon the stranger got into a rhythm. His cock was
not as big as Leon’s and I did not get the tingle in my
prostate, I was just a fuck hole for him. He grunted as
he shot a flood of hot sperm into me. “Oh yeh!” he
murmured as he came. I soon felt it dribbling down my
legs.

I sucked cock and took them up my arse several more
times that night, there was a pool of cum on the floor
and my stockings were caked in it too by the time Leon
came to release me.

“Shops quiet” he said as he unlocked me, I pulled on my
panties and wiped the inside of my legs before I was
led back to the small room where I saw my wife on all
fours wearing a collar and leash which Grace had hold
of, on the bed being fucked in both holes by Grace
wearing a double dildo strap on.

She was enjoying it immensely pushing herself back
against the large black woman, grunting and moaning
swopping arms to support her and rub her clit at the
same time rubbing herself back against Grace’s belly.

Leon put his hand into my panties feeling the damp area
where all the cum had leaked and whispered in my ear,
“Maybe we’ll spit roast you after so you can spurt in
your knickers!” Then he added, “Grace has an extra big
faggot buster of a dildo especially for you!”

The shop buzzer went and Leon disappeared up the
passage to the counter, a couple of minutes later he
called me to the shop, I went nervously down the
passage, behind the counter stood an very large black
man, he must have been twenty stone. Leon told him to
sit down on the bar stool at the space in the counter
and nodded at me to go down on my knees and perform.

The large man pulled down his joggers and shorts and
sat on the stool, I knelt before him and parted his
legs, his crotch was sweaty and very hairy but the top
of his semi hard cock glistened under the shop lights,
as I moved forward to kiss it he grabbed the back of my
wig and pulled my face into his hairy sweaty crotch and
rubbed my face up and down on his cock. “Now faggot” he
said “Leon reckons you’re good with your mouth so show
me!”

“Y-yes sir,” I stammered although it was muffled
through the thick mat of sweaty pubic hair I was being
rubbed against. He let go and I slid my lips over the
head of his cock. There I was servicing a black cock at
the counter of a sex shop surrounded by sex toys, films
and magazines.

My client said to Leon, “Man this is good, been a long
time since I had some sweet white-boy lips round my
pecker!” I carried on worshiping the guys cock, licking
the shaft and kissing his balls before returning the
top of his cock to my mouth

“Would James rent him for a night dya think?” He asked
Leon. “He would look well bouncing on my cock! I take
it he’s a good fuck?”

Leon replied, “Had him a couple of times, sissy faggot
cums when you fuck him hard and loves it, don’t you
fag?”

“Mmmmmm,” was all I could reply as I worked on the head
of the guys cock.

Leon carried on, “James does anything if there’s a quid
in it but mind you treat him right if he lets you.”

The big guy was hard work but finally I felt his cock
begin to twitch, his balls tightened as my hand
massaged them and he began to spurt into my mouth.

“Don’t swallow,” he said. “I wanna see it in your
mouth!”

The guy’s balls were full and I was dribbling sperm
from the corners of my mouth by the time he finished
unloading. I looked up at him, mouth open, trying to
wipe the dribbles back into my mouth.

“Ok swallow slut,” he said. “Damn Leon thanks for that
man, I owe ya one!”

I swallowed and thanked him for allowing me to suck his
cock, he looked at me and said, “That’s right fagg it’s
an honour to suck black meat!”

Leon saw the big guy out the door and closed the shop
for the night.

He then led me back to the little bedroom.

Grace had finished fucking my wife and who lay on the
bed moaning and exhausted. Grace turned and looked as
we entered she had a new dildo in her harness; it was
huge and black with a bulbous head and rubber ridges
down the shaft.

She was still sweating from her exertions with my poor
wife’s pussy and arse. “Time to go again!” she said
smiling.

I was pushed back on the bed, looking up at her as she
parted my legs with a cruel grin on her face, “Look at
all this cum” She said “you’ve been a slut tonight!”
She used the dildo to nudge aside the sperm soaked
gusset of my panties and began to push it into me.

Leon knelt facing her above my head and as I opened my
mouth in a mixture of pain and excitement his soft cock
flopped over my nose.

“Oooo it’s too big!” I pleaded. “It hurts oooooo!!”

Grace just laughed and began to pump, my cock hardened
again and again as the monster dildo nudged my poor
prostate and each time my cock leaked a little. I had
begun to lick the underside of Leon’s cock to distract
myself from the pain in my arse and his cock began to
harden.

Soon he was leant over me with his cock humping my face
while he and Grace kissed as the met thrusting into me
at both ends. After what seemed an age Grace tired and
slowed down so I concentrated on milking Leon with my
mouth. I was finally rewarded with a few dribbles of
cum as Leon grunted to climax. Grace withdrew the
dildo, I suddenly felt so empty.

She then took of the harness and straddled me again,
“Wanna fuck me?” she asked.

I nodded and she pulled my panties down enough to
reveal my stiff cock, “Hmmm,” she said, “I might feel
it.”

She settled herself down and began riding me as I
desperately tried to hump against her.

She turned and looked over at my wife “I suppose you’ve
been happy with this tiny cock till you met TK?” she
asked.

My wife nodded.

“Are you still happy with it now?” she asked.

My wife shook her head, “No way it’s black only for
me,” she said.

I came and Grace looked down at me in disgust “wimpy
white Faggot!” she said. “You can clean me now.” She
settled on my face and I sucked my own cum from her
hairy sweaty cunt.

Once done she told me to be back here for work the next
night and said TK or James would see to my wife at
home.

Grace paid me £55.00 as my percentage of the takings. I
was now a true sissy faggot whore for my black masters
and there was no going back.

We put on our coats and hurried through the dark to our
car to go home for a bath and good nights sleep.

On the way home my wife turned to me and said, “I meant
it about black cocks you know honey.”

“I know,” I replied. “I don’t blame you for it either.”

After our bath I licked her tender but well fucked arse
hole until she drifted of to sleep.

***

Black Owned Couple – 2

by Stephanie (sw1110@hotmail.co.uk)

***

The sissy husband learns how to become a gloryhole sex
worker while his wife enjoys the attentions of her
black lovers. (MMF, bi, huml, oral, anal, intr, cuck)

***

Part 2: Job for the Maid

It had been ten days since TK had been round, but the
day after his first visit a package had been delivered
containing two huge black dildos and harnesses, one for
my wife to wear as a strap on and one for me to wear so
the dildo stuck out from my nose.

The instructions were that as I was a sissy faggot, I
could no longer fuck my wife, not that she was going to
let me after TK had reamed her, but that I could
service her with the face dildo while I licked her
arse. She in turn could continue my training by making
me suck her strap on before she made me fuck myself
with it whilst masturbating. We settled into this
routine, my wife enjoys being rimmed and the dildo is
far more satisfying than my cock so she says.

We had just finished our evening meal when the phone
rang, I answered and TK’s voice came from the other end
of the line, “Be ready in an hour, you as the maid and
your wife butt naked except for high heels.”

“Ok” I stammered “see you in an hour sir.”

My cock was hard before I put the phone down. I called
to my wife that TK was coming round in an hour, she
smiled, “what does he want?” she replied, I told her
his instructions and have never seen her look so turned
on. “Well” she said, “Better get ready for him, hadn’t
we!”

An hour later we were ready in the living room, my wife
was naked except for a pair of shiny black 4inch heels,
her pubic hair and shoes contrasting with her lovely
white skin, and I dressed as her sissy maid complete
with lipstick and blusher, she thought it would be a
nice touch.

The door bell rang and I rushed to answer it, TK stood
in the porch with another black guy. I curtseyed as
they entered. “See” TK said, to his companion “white
sissy maid and slut wife.”

We stood before them in the living room, my wife had to
part her legs, turn round and show them her pussy and
ass, and I had to lift my dress revealing my hard cock
in lacy panties and do a twirl. TK then introduced his
companion, as James.

“Introduce your selves to James, white sluts,” TK
ordered.

My wife said, “I am TK’s slut white sex toy; TK owns my
pussy, ass, tits and mouth. Please make me cum!”

I said, “I am TK’s sissy faggot maid and husband of his
slut sex toy. TK owns my, mouth, ass and worthless
cock, please let me cum!”

“Have you both been following my instructions?” TK
asked James was sniggering by this point adding to our
humiliation.

“Yes sir,” we both chirped together. This was
humiliating enough but in front of a leering black
stranger it was such a turn on.

James had me undress him and rubbed his cock across my
face and slapped it on my mouth, “Your wife’s gonna get
this up her cunt you pathetic sissy boy before I go,
but you can suck it first!” he said,, smiling down at
my pathetic figure.

He stood behind my wife and pushed his cock through
between her legs, it was longer than TK’s but slimmer.
It stuck out past my wife’s pussy a good way making it
look like my wife was wearing her strap on dildo.

“Now suck it sissy, let your wife see you serve a real
mans cock!” he said. I was on my knees mouth round his
cock like a good girl, my face rubbing in my wife’s
pubic hair as I tried to swallow his monster cock.

My wife was trying to rub her pussy along James’ cock
to as he held her to him twisting her nipples and
groping her breasts she was also using my nose to rub
her button as my head bobbed back and forth on James’
cock.

James turned to TK and said, “Gotta hand it to you bro,
you can pick ’em.”

TK who was now undressed sitting on the couch said,
“Hey its easy man, hurry up with the sissy, I want my
arse licked!”

I was pushed off, I crawled over and knelt between TK’s
legs and started to gently kiss his arse hole.

James sat down and pushed my wife’s head down for her
to perform the same for him, “Shit!” he said. “I never
realised how good a white tongue on my arse would feel,
get to it girl, push it in there!”

There we both were tongues in our black masters arse
holes licking and sucking.

James said, to TK, “The sissy sucks cock real well, how
about putting it to work?”

“Sure,” said, TK hauling me up by my ears and putting
my face to his cock. “What you got in mind?”

James pulled my wife’s head up too, so she could start
sucking his cock. “Well,” he said. “He would go down a
storm in a glory hole, like the one in the shop, all
the clients are after is a blow job, don’t care what
does it as long as it’s good and swallows, we could
also do some films with the two of them.”

Our heads were bobbing up and down on their massive
black cocks, it felt so good, I was on the verge of
creaming my panties at the thought of sucking total
strangers cocks, I knew too that my wife’s pussy would
be dripping by now not only because of the fucking she
was anticipating but the idea of being filmed had
always been a fantasy of hers.

“Tell you what,” TK said. “You fuck her and sissy can
have a belly full of my seed, then we can go down to
the store and watch sissy here go to work.”

“Sounds good,” said James, he pulled my wife of his
cock and made her bend over the arm of the couch,
“How’s her arse?” James asked.

“No not there,” my wife pleaded.

“Shut up bitch! Black mans in charge here; if I want
your lily white arse I’ll have it! I’m gonna take your
sloppy white cunt later,” cursed James.

TK replied, “Not used it yet, help yourself!”

James spat on my wife’s puckered hole, “Lend me the
faggot to get it lubed?” he asked TK.

I was pushed of TK’s cock. “Do as he says maid,” TK
said.

I crept over to where James was standing behind my
wife’s spread bottom and began to tongue her arse hole,
I worked plenty of saliva into her tight little ring
trying to knead it open and fuck her with my tongue,
she moaned quietly, as she has grown to enjoy her arse
being licked.

She pleaded with TK, “You agreed no anal,” she said. TK
replied, “Yeh but that was me, not James.”

James had waited enough, I was roughly pushed aside to
return to TK’s cock and he positioned himself cock in
one hand, the other holding my wife down on the arm of
the couch and began to work it into my wife’s virgin
arse.

“Noo, it’s to big!” she wailed. “Aaah no, no please!”
she continued but James kept on, grunting to TK “damn
she’s tight.”

Finally she must have relaxed as James started to pump
slowly in and out, my wife whimpered and moaned, partly
in pain, part in pleasure.

I concentrated on getting TK ready to cum, I sucked the
head of his cock into my mouth rubbing the base of it
with my tongue to make it twitch and squirt pre-cum, TK
obviously liked this as his hand gently rested on the
back of my wig and he grunted, “Keep goin’ faggot!” TK
began to push his cock in and out of my eager mouth,
its twitching growing more intense, I cupped his balls
in one hand and rubbed the shaft of his cock with the
other.

“Here it comes sissy!” he grunted and his cock erupted
in my mouth, the salty taste of his seed coating my
tongue.

My previous cock sucking liaisons’ had taught me how to
give a good blow job and I had developed quite a taste
for semen. I swallowed as fast as I could; I was his
complete faggot maid now.

“Look,” said, TK to James. “He didn’t spill a drop,
what a cock sucking faggot!”

James was slowing down thrusting deeper into my wife,
she was still whimpering quietly, “Ready bitch,” he
whispered. “Here it comes!” and he pushed hard into her
flooding her insides with black seed. My wife just
groaned as his cock pulsed inside her bowel, her hole
ravaged for the first, but not the last time.

I finished cleaning TK and moved round without being
asked to clean James, who readily deposited his now
slimy dirty cock in my mouth.

“Well trained or what?” said, TK nodding at me, head
bobbing on James’ cock, “He’ll suck your cum from his
wife’s arse too before he’s finished,” he added.

Once James was cleaned I clamped my mouth to my wife’s
still gaping ravaged arse hole and began gently licking
and sucking on it. “There bitch,” sniggered James.
“Some TLC from your faggot husband!”

My wife’s arse hole twitched opening and closing on my
tongue as I ate the fresh sticky cum and slime from it.

Our masters got dressed. “Put on some overcoats you
two,” said TK. “We’re goin’ out!”

My wife looked at me as she struggled to her feet, I
went and fetched the longest coats I could find to hide
not only my wife’s nudity but my dress and stockings.

Luckily it was turning dark outside and the quiet
street where we lived was deserted.

I asked TK where we were going, he replied, “James runs
an adult store across town, that’s where the glory hole
your gonna work in is. The upstairs doubles as a film
studio and you’ll both be working out in there.” James
just nodded and grinned.

We got into TK’s car and headed off to the store. TK
drew up at the front door and we were ordered out,
James pushed us in front of him and I opened the shop
door. “Take off those coats,” he said, we walked down
the aisle, sex toys, films, magazines and lingerie all
on show.

There was one customer in the shop, an old chubby black
man and he stared at my wife walking up the aisle naked
except for her high heels, James said, “£5.00 for a
grope mate!” he duly produced a fiver and moved toward
my wife.

The old mans hands ran across her breasts, she looked
tuned on and scared at the same time, they moved down
and rubbed her pubic hair before finding her wet pussy
and freshly fucked arse. She flinched as he roughly
thrust his fingers in and out, “Trashy white slut,” he
said, “bet you fuck like a train.”

“Rub the customers cock slut,” ordered James. My wife
reached down his trousers and started wanking him. He
pulled his fingers out of her and put them to her nose.

“Smell your pussy slut, now lick them clean,” he said.
James moved her on after she kissed his fingers. “If
you want a free blow job, be in the booth in a couple
of minutes,” he said.

As I passed him he slapped my bottom and called me a
faggot. I knew his cock would soon be in my mouth.
James pushed us through to the back of the shop, my
wife was told to watch as he opened the door to a small
closet with a low stool inside. I was pushed in and
told to sit; no sooner was I sat down than a cock came
through a hole in the wall in front of my face.

I needed no prompt from James but opened my mouth and
sucked the head in, rubbing it with my tongue. The
taste wasn’t great, but the thrill of sucking of
strangers was too much. I massaged it with one hand
steadying myself on the wall with the other as my head
bobbed back and forth servicing the old mans cock.

James was fingering my wife’s pussy and rubbing her
tits as they watched me at work.

The old mans cock began to thrust and twitch as I
swirled my tongue across its head and under the bulb,
he grunted from the other side of the wall and I felt
my mouth fill with hot semen, no spurts like TK but a
series of dribbles. It soon shrank and I kissed it as
it went soft and was withdrawn from the hole.

I heard a door shut and his voice said, to the cashier,
“damn white faggot sucks good, I’ll be back,” then he
added. “Any chance of some booty, his or hers? I don’t
care.”

I didn’t catch the answer as TK came in the back
entrance of the shop.

James greeted him with, “Faggot here has just done his
first trick bro, did real well too.”

TK grinned and said, “Chain him in and let’s take his
wifey upstairs for a fucking.” James reached round the
closet door with a dog collar and short length of
chain, he fastened the collar round my neck and
padlocked the chain to an eye just below the hole in
the wall, he threw a pair of pink sexy arm length
gloves in to me and told me to put them on.

“Make your hands fell soft and girly for the punters,”
he laughed.

The cashier came through; she was a large black woman
wearing clothes that looked a size to small for her.
“He the new sissy?” she asked. “Yes Grace,” replied
James, “Make sure the punters know there’s a blow job
offer on, and I might let you play with him and his
wife later.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” she smiled, pulled a cord that
put on a dim red light in the closet and as she shut
the door she said, “No wanking in there sissy, I’ll
know if you do!”

I heard James, TK and my wife ascend the stairs and a
door open and close then some music start form
upstairs. I squatted on the stool chained waiting for
cock.

I didn’t have to wait long before the door opened and
closed in the other side of the booth followed by the
sound of trousers being unbuckled. A pink cock appeared
through the hole and a gruff voice said, “Suck this,
dirty whore!” I grasped it with the gloved hand and
kissed the end, it smelt of stale semen and sweat, the
cock grew harder as I rubbed and kissed it, once it was
hard enough I opened my mouth and took it in, slurping
and sucking like a true faggot whore, secretly loving
the dirty image of myself in my mind.

My reward was a mouth full of salty man juice, my
client pulled back and fastened his trousers, “Filthy
slut,” he said. “Bet you love it don’t you?”

He left but must have passed my next trick on his way
out for I only heard the door close and another soft
cock flopped through the hole, “Feeding time babe,”
said a younger black mans voice. “Use your tongue, I
like it licked.”

I did as requested licking it from the wall to the tip,
swirling my tongue across the top of the cock paying
particular attention to the sensitive parts around the
hole and the bulb where the foreskin attaches.

My client groaned, “Fuck you’re a slut!” he said.
“You’re gonna get my load in a minute!” followed by a
long moan as his cock started to spurt, I closed my
mouth over it wanking the last drops onto my tongue,
its funny but semen tastes different depending on the
man. His cock stayed there softening as I kissed it.
“Thank me for it slut!” he ordered. I replied in as
softer feminine voice as I could, “Thank you sir,
you’re cock tasted great.” With that he left.

Thankfully it was quite a while before the hole in the
wall filled with cock again; it gave my jaw a chance to
rest. I had just started the kiss and massage routine
when the door of my closet opened quietly and Grace
stood there watching me at work. Again I received my
salty reward and kissed the flaccid cock as it
withdrew.

“Damn white boy,” said Grace. “Wish I had one you could
suck, they love you out here! Do you need a drink?” she
asked.

“Yes please,” I said. “Water would be nice.”

She produced a bottle of water, “Keep it up boy” she
quipped and closed the door again.

I must have sucked off five more cocks, three I
swallowed but two decided to spray my face and wig with
cum and I was grateful when Grace opened the closet
door to say I only had one more trick to perform before
closing.

She unlocked the chain, passed me a towel and a bucket,
I wiped off my face and asked where I could take a pee.
She pointed to the bucket. I hitched up my dress and
pulled my cock out of my panties and squatted over the
bucket.

She stifled a laugh when she saw the huge damp patch my
cock had made in my panties.

“This ones paid for you so make it good,” she said. “Be
a total slutty faggot!” She gave me a new brunette wig
as the one I was wearing was spattered in cum.

She led me to another back room, gave me a tube of
lube, and pushed me in. The old black guy from earlier
was standing by a dirty looking bed, naked. My cock
hardened again, I badly wanted to wank.

“Now for a piece of white ass,” he said grinning. “On
your knees and get me ready!”

I did as he ordered and kissing his hairy balls and
sucking him hard; I started to pull down my panties.

“Leave them on faggot, I don’t want to see your bits,”
he whispered.

I pulled my gusset aside and lubed my hole then got on
all fours on the bed.

“Make it dirty faggot.” he said. “Beg me to fuck you!”

“Please sir” I begged “fuck me with your lovely black
cock.”

“Fuck me hard, fill my sissy arse with your lovely hot
seed” I continued

I wiggled my arse at him and as he put the tip of his
cock to my lubed hole I pushed back trying to get it
in.

He shoved his cock straight in; all the way, “Oh fuck,
that’s nice, not too tight Faggot!” he grunted and set
about rhythmically pumping my faggot cunt. His hands
gripping my hips, pulling me to him, I could feel his
pubic hair rubbing on my bottom.

I was grinding back against him trying to get his cock
to rub my prostate as I needed to cum badly. “Oh yeh!
Oh yeh, hump you dirty bitch!” he grunted, I came in my
panties and up inside my dress, my head sank down as I
groaned with pleasure, my arse hole squeezing against
his cock.

I groaned and moaned like a true slut.

I did not feel him come but his thrusting peaked and he
pulled out, slapping my panty clad ass as he did.

“Damn that was worth the money,” he said. “You’ll be
seeing more of me faggot,” I looked back, the door was
open, Grace, James, TK and my wife had been watching.

“Well,” said James, “you get the job faggot.” The old
man dressed and left.

“Time to go home,” said. TK and threw our coats at us,
we drove back in silence, my wife was obviously
exhausted and I was too.

TK dropped us off, “Be seein’ you,” he said, and drove
off into the dark.

We dashed into the house and ran a bath. As we sat
relaxing together I asked what had happened up stairs.

My wife told me that she had been made to dance for
them before TK had fucked her arse while she sucked
James’ cock then had to pose for photographs that James
would sell in the shop. They had then done some market
research with her trying out all the dildos and
vibrators that James stocked again while being
photographed. She said, one of the highlights was using
the remote controlled vibrating bullet in a pair of
panties, she had again danced around the room as they
played with the control, making her jiggle more or less
and cum with the little bullet held on her clitoris,
both TK and James had thought that hilarious.

They had watched some porn films while she rubbed their
cocks, to give her pointers on what she would be
expected to do, finally they had watched me on camera
sucking cocks, and fucked her again before coming down
to watch me and the old man.

She smiled and sighed, “A busy but enjoyable night, eh
honey?”

I had to agree.

Continued in part 3…

Stephanie (Maid)
sw1110@hotmail.co.uk

Black Owned Couple

by Stephanie (sw1110@hotmail.co.uk)

***

A cross-dressing husband is caught by his wife who gets
involved in a liaison with a black man and they both
end up as his sex slaves. (MMF, bi, intr, huml, cd)

***

My wife had recently found out my cross-dressing
secrets, how I met men via the internet and sucked
their cocks; I made a full confession and told her
about my darkest fantasies. I thought our marriage
would be over but to my surprise she listened then
suggested she watched one of my liaisons.

We went onto the usual bi-male dating site I frequented
and she picked TK, a black male who wanted a white
bitch to serve as his cock slave; I mailed him asking
if he would like to have his cock sucked by a sissy
male, while my wife watched. His reply was to meet up
first at a pub to discuss my offer.

We arranged a time and place and met. We sat down in a
quiet booth and TK asked me what I wanted, it felt
strange telling him I wanted to suck his cock and
perform other submissive homosexual acts for him
dressed as a slut, in front of my wife, he asked how
many other cocks I had sucked and how long I had wanted
to be a sissy maid.

He made me reach down and feel his cock through his
open flies, and tell my wife how much bigger it was
than mine and how much I wanted to suck it. She then
sat between us and felt both of us for comparison. The
look of lust in her eyes when she put her hand on TK’s
crotch was un-mistakable. “Ooh you’ll do nicely,” she
cooed. She then added, “I want TK to fuck me after you
suck him darling!”

His conditions were that as I was after a certain
amount of humiliation and that as I wanted to be his
sissy that I shave all hair of my body except for a V
round my cock and dress as a French maid. TK indicated
that it would be his intention to make use of my wife
too.

We agreed to this, there would be no pain or stupidity,
my wife made the condition that she did not do anal, TK
agreed. So we arranged a date for TK to come to our
home. I was dressed ready, the frilly panties barely
hiding my erection; my wife was dressed in a smart
business dress similar to the one she had worn at our
first meeting with TK.

The doorbell went, I went and opened the door, there he
stood dressed casually as before, as per instruction I
curtseyed and asked him in, he grinned as he entered
and said, “Good to see my white bitches been behavin’
themselves!” I showed him into the lounge where my wife
stood to greet him.

He embraced her kissing her full on the lips, his hands
gripping her buttocks. He sat himself down in an arm
chair as we both stood in front of him waiting for
instruction. “Maid,” he said. “Fix me a beer!”

I fetched a cold beer from the fridge opened it and
presented it to him, he took a swig and lent forward in
the chair. “I want you to undress your wife for me,
maid.”

I did as ordered, my wife loves been undressed by her
man, and I knew her pussy would be dripping as I slowly
unfastened her clothing placing it neatly on the floor
by TK’s chair. My wife was really turned on, her
nipples were hard and I could smell her sex as I
slipped her panties down. “Turn round and bend over
woman,” he said. “Maid pull her cheeks a part I wanna
see her ass.”

We did as we were told and my wife moaned as I parted
her butt cheeks giving TK a good view of her dripping
pussy and ass hole.

“Tell me what your wife needs maid,” he ordered.

I paused, before the words came out, “My wife needs to
feel a real man’s cock, a black man’s cock filling her
cunt, flooding her with real man’s seed, she needs to
be owned and used by you sir.”

“Very good maid,” TK laughed. “And what do you want?”
he asked.

Again the words just came out, “I-I need to be your
maid, your cock sucking, ball kissing, ass licking,
cunt cleaning maid, my cock is pathetic next to yours
and I cannot hope to satisfy my wife as you can sir.”

TK ordered my wife to sit opposite, legs wide and
finger herself, “Want you good and wet so I can get my
cock inside bitch,” he said.

I had to undressed him, he had removed his T shirt and
I knelt in front and undid his jeans, he stepped out of
them and sat down so I could take of his shoes and
socks. “Kiss my feet,” he commanded.

I did as I was told kissing his toes and the soles of
his feet like the pathetic sissy I wanted to become. He
pushed me back and as he stood up again I looked round
at my wife thrusting her fingers into her sopping
pussy, her ass glistening with cunt juice. I turned
back to face TK and pulled down his shorts. His cock
was huge as it hung in front of my face.

“Bitch!” he said to my wife. “Watch your pathetic
husband suck black meat.”

He pulled my head to his crotch, rubbing his cock
across my face, his wiry pubes felt so good on my
flushed cheeks. I opened my mouth and took his cock to
my lips, his musky smell filled my nose and my mouth
dried with nerves. I kissed the head and then lost in
the lust of it all I sucked the head of his cock into
my mouth. I savoured the taste of his cock rubbing my
tongue on the base of the bulb.

I glanced up, my wife was stood next to TK with his
fingers up his knuckles in her cunt, jiggling and
grinding on them. Moaning in pleasure, she said, “Go on
suck him sissy.”

TK sat back down dragging my wife onto the arm of the
chair still fingering her pussy. My head was pulled off
his cock and pushed down to kiss and lick his huge
hairy balls. “While you’re there sissy, lick my ass
too,” he commanded. He turned to my wife and said,
“Your sissy husband has a great mouth, real good cock
sucker.”

My tongue worked down past his hairy balls to his ass
hole, I swirled my tongue around it then began licking
it. As I made a meal of his hairy ass hole my wife took
over sucking his cock, he kept asking her if it was
bigger than her pathetic husbands useless cock, all she
could do was reply MMMmmmmm.

Finally he pushed me off and ordered me to guide his
hard black pole into my wife’s gaping pussy as she
eased herself down sitting on his lap, her pubic mound
in line with my face.

I watched in awe as the huge black cock disappeared
into her, stretching her sopping pussy farther than it
had ever been, she cried out in ecstasy as the TK
lifted her and brought her down again plunging his
shiny pole into her cunt in front of my eyes, his hands
cupping her white breasts, teasing her hard nipples. My
cock strained in my lacy panties. “Don’t just stare!”
TK ordered. “Get licking my balls maid!”

I got down and started to kiss and lick his balls as I
watched my wife’s pussy slide up and down. After five
minutes TK had me stand and lift my dress to show how
excited I was. My hard cock had leaked pre-cum and
formed a huge wet patch in my panties, TK and my wife
both laughed, TK asked my wife if she could ever get
satisfaction from such a puny cock again or would she
rather have his meaty pole inside her. I desperately
wanted to rub myself and cum but knew I would not be
allowed. The answer did not surprise me and my wife
became his fuck toy.

She then turned round kneeling in the chair facing TK
as he kissed and bit her nipples, “lick my ass maid”
she gasped as she shuddered through an orgasm. I knelt
and sunk my tongue between her cheeks, her ass hole was
twitching and contracting with the hammering her pussy
was getting from TK. The pace of their fucking
quickened and I heard TK moan, “Get ready bitch for
your first load of black man’s seed!”

My wife arched backwards as he came inside her driving
herself down on this cock. “Face up on the floor maid!”
she hissed as her final orgasm subsided, “You’re going
to suck me clean.”

I lay on the floor and my wife rose off TK’s cock, it
fell from her with a slurping noise, and she quickly
straddled my head lowering her gaping pussy down onto
my face. I opened my mouth as the mixture of pussy
cream and spunk dribbled out, my open mouth connecting
with her gaping hole so I could suck. It must have
taken five minutes of sucking on her pussy to clean
her. “Now clean TK,” she said.

I dutifully crawled to him and began to lick the juices
of his cock; it was still semi hard and glistening with
fuck juice.

My wife needed to go to the bathroom and while she was
left TK told me how it was going to be. He would fuck
my wife when he wanted and may bring round select
friends to fuck her as well. I would always dress as a
maid in his or their presence and serve in whatever
capacity he or they required. I nodded in agreement and
thanked him for his generosity. I then begged him to
let me come, all I got was the order to fetch him
another beer. I went to the kitchen and when I returned
my wife still naked was sat on his knee rubbing his
cock which was now hard again. I gave TK his beer and
knelt before them.

My wife said, “TK wants to make you cum darling, would
you like that?”

I didn’t think, I just replied, “Oh yes please, make me
cum, I need to so badly mistress.”

Bend over the arm of the sofa she said walking over to
it and lying down, so your face is in my pussy.

I did as I was told, TK stood behind me and I felt the
gusset of my panties moved to expose my smooth anus.
Something cold landed on it and it dawned on me what
was to happen, I looked up at my wife who grabbed my
head forcing it into her crotch, rubbing my face into
her sticky cunt.

Something nudged against my anus and forced its way in,
TK was larger than anything I had pushed up myself
before but the lube helped, the initial pain subsided
and TK rhythmically fucked my sissy hole, the tip of
his cock kept nudging my prostate and my cock twitched
and leaked a little more each time until I felt it
begin to build.

I began to buck under TK trying to rub my cock on the
arm of the chair for extra sensation, my wife was
laughing and goading me to cum like the faggot maid I
was, suddenly I was there and my cum shot into my
panties, TK groaned as my ass muscles started to
contract massaging his cock and he spurted his seed
deep inside my ass, my panties and crotch were dripping
in my own cum and TK’s cum dribbled from my ass, my
wife was laughing at me and I was still turned on.

I dutifully knelt and cleaned TK’s cock, before he
dressed and left, telling my wife he would see her
later. She smiled at me once TK had gone, put her hand
to my face and told me to run us a bath. My wife became
a black owned wife and I knew my place would be forever
as her sissy maid, servicing her pussy and ass with my
tongue and being humiliated and used by her black
lovers.

One of my fantasies hope you enjoyed.
By: Stephanie
sw1110@hotmail.co.uk

Black Lover

by Willing (volatw@aol.com)

***

My black lover likes me to smooth out the ashy-looking, 
gray splotches and streaks on his skin with baby oil, 
and rewards me with great fucking. He even shares me 
with his friends. (MM, oral, intr, anal)

***

My black lover has an ashy-looking, grey film streaked 
and splotched on his body. So when we get together for 
sex I smooth baby oil all over his body - on his face, 
neck, shoulders, arms, chest, stomach, legs, the front 
and back of them, on his back, firm buttocks, in his 
crack. I wipe it down with a soft hand towel. Then he 
sheens, his black skin glistening, big cock up hard, 
leaking lots of pre-cum. 

Since he is so ready he wastes little time with me. He 
wants me to kiss, lick, suck his nipples; kiss down his 
chest onto his abs, tongue his navel; kiss, lick, mouth 
his ball sack; kiss, lick his butt cheeks, lick his 
crack and rim his puckered hole; come back up and kiss, 
lick, suck his cock, take it in my mouth.

Once he has his cock in my mouth he fucks my face. He 
holds me gently by the back of my head, on my neck, and 
pushes his cock slowly, slowly, deep into my throat. He 
can sense when he has cut off my air and I am about to 
gag, choke on the big head of his thick meat. He can 
even see it bulging in my neck. He eases it back across 
my tongue, lips, and slides it back into my throat 
again, again, again. Over and over he fucks my mouth. 
His slimy, tasty pre-cum, slick juice mixes with my 
saliva to lube his big, long, thick cock. I drool onto 
his cock, wiry pubic hairs, over his ball sack. 

Some times when he is really horny, has not cum for a 
while, he shoots his thick, creamy, hot, white bolts of 
cum into my mouth. I gulp it down, swallowing. Hold 
some on my tongue, show it to him, smiling - both of us 
- and swallow, then show him my empty mouth. I clean 
his cock with my lips and tongue, get it hard again. 
Then he pushes me onto my back, opens my legs, spreads 
them wide and puts his big knob end at my crinkled 
hole. Or he rolls me over onto my knees, ass up high, 
chest down, face sideways, mouth still tasting his pre-
cum or it and his load of cum. 

Either way he forces his big cock into my puckered 
ring, ovals it, and slides it slowly up into my tight 
hole. He keeps pushing until it is seated all the way, 
his balls pressed against me. He pulls back slowly, oh 
so slowly flaring the flesh of my hole stretched around 
his big fuck tool until just the head is still in me. 
Then, grinning at me as I smile back at him in ecstatic 
pleasure, or leaning over me and kissing, nibbling at 
the back of my neck, on my shoulders, he pushes his 
long, thick cock back into me.

He is aggressive with me. In just a few strokes he is 
pummeling my ass, pounding his cock into me. My little 
prick in comparison with his cock is bouncing up and 
down slinging my pre-cum then a steady stream of cum on 
me and him. As I shoot bolts of cum on my belly and 
chest if I am on my back, or onto whatever surface is 
beneath us when I am on my knees, my ass-pussy clutches 
at his cock, releases, clutches, releases, clutches 
again with each shot of my cum. 

He loves that. He pushes his cock deep in me and holds 
it there feeling my man-cunt flex on his stiff rod. 
Sometimes he fills me right away then with his large 
load of creamy cum, his cock growing even larger, 
throbbing, jerking and spurting his jism into me. Other 
times he rides out the flexing of my ass-twat on his 
big member. Then he fucks me more, slow, speeding up 
until he is slamming into me again and eventually 
filling my insides with his hot jizz. 

He stays hard for quite a while then and fucks his cock 
into me in his own cum, forcing it out of my hole with 
sloppy, squishy sounds. I feel it burbling out of me, 
spraying around and sliding down the crack of my ass 
and onto my thighs. 

When his cock-head starts tingling as he has told me it 
does, he pulls it out of my with a juicy plop and 
positions me as he wants me to kiss, lick and suck his 
cock clean. He swipes my cum up on his fingers and 
feeds it to me, making sure I show it to him and 
swallow it. 

He stays about half hard. Gets even harder, then fucks 
me again. He usually takes my ass three or four times 
every time we are together. I can never get enough of 
his cock. Knowing that, he offers me to a friend of 
his, sometimes two, three or four of them.

After his first fuck in my hole it is gaping wide and 
reluctant to close. Seeing it in that condition, he 
shoves his cock in me, pulls it all the way out, puts 
it in again, and repeats that as I squeal in delight at 
each entry. His buddy, or buddies when he invites them 
to fuck me either do the same, or simply stick their 
cocks in me, get down tight against me and in me, and 
fuck me like the cock-whore that I am.

He always fucks me again after his buddy, or more of 
them have done me. Then he swabs the cum out of my hole 
and has me lick and suck it off his fingers. Sometimes 
he lets me lay most of the night with a man-cunt full 
of cum. We sleep, the cum oozing out of my hole. Then 
he mounts me again, his cock in my mouth, or he shoves 
it right up my ass and gives me another load before we 
have to go to work. 

The weekends are best. From Friday night until Sunday 
he uses me with his cock or shares me with his buddies. 
By Sunday evening I am exhausted. I douche my hole, 
shower and dress for work sometimes wearing a pad so 
the cum shot way up in me doesn't leak out of me into 
my underwear.

I know since he really loves fucking me we will be 
together again soon, me cleaning the ashy, grey streaks 
and splotches off of his ebony body with the baby oil, 
wiping him down with the soft hand towel and him giving 
me his big cock so erect and oozing pre-cum by the time 
we finish that ritual.

I love it, and he does too.

Black Isn’t So Bad After All – an Interracial Bisexual Story

by Comixs (comixs@hotmail.com)

***

A white couple learns to deal with their feelings 
toward black people, despite their upbringing. They 
seek professional help and things really get started 
with the husband's first visit. (MM, intr, 1st-bi-expr, 
mc)

***

John and DeeDee were the average couple of their times. 
Both had been raised in a white Christian environment 
and throughout their lives were taught that black 
people were not as good as they were. 

Times change though, whether you want them to or not. 

Both are now in their early 60's, having been married 
almost 45 years, and as they grew older the 
neighborhood around them changed as well. More and more 
black families were moving in and more and more white 
families were moving further out of the city, into the 
suburbs. It was only a matter of time before a black 
family bought the vacant house to the side of theirs, 
or perhaps the once slightly down, and across, the 
street from them. 

In order to get a better grip on their lives, as well 
as the way they had been brought up, they sought out 
professional advise, in the form of a psychologist, who 
had been recommended by a friend of theirs. They had 
also used his services and they highly recommended him. 

When John made the appointment he was surprised to 
learn that the doctor would want to see them 
individually the first time, and would then see them 
together. John agreed and set up the first appointment 
for himself, with his wife getting an appointment for 
the following day and then the two of them would see 
him on Friday of the same week. 

When John got to the doctor's office he was kind of 
surprised to find that he was the only one in the 
waiting room, especially for the time of day, which was 
just after 1 PM. The receptionist gave him forms to 
fill out then she disappeared into the doctor's office 
and shortly after that came out, got her purse and left 
the office. 

About 10 minutes later the doctor, Dr. Richard Gosman, 
stuck his head into the outer office and called him 
inside his office. 

"I'll have to apologize for my secretary, but she had 
an appointment and had to leave early today. If you'll 
excuse me for a moment, I want to make sure that the 
outer door is locked, since your my last appointment 
for the day." With that said the doctor left his office 
and John could hear him as he opened the door, shut it, 
and then secured the lock, returning shortly thereafter 
to his office and sitting behind his desk. 

"Now then, Mr. Wilson, what can I do for you today?" 

Dr. Gosman already knew the reason for the visit, since 
he'd already read the short files in front of him, but 
he always felt better if the patient actually told him 
the reasons for the visit, instead of having to try and 
pull it out of him. 

"Well," John began, "I guess it's kind of embarrassing. 
You see, my wife and I are products of a different 
generation and we've had a hard time adjusting to the 
blacks moving into our neighborhood, particularly 
afraid that one would move in next to us. We've heard 
so many horror stories of black kids, and how they 
behave, and we're not sure we would feel safe even if 
it were just adults that moved in." 

The doctor nodded and appeared to be taking notes, so 
John continued. 

"Both our parents were firm believers that the blacks 
had a proper place, and that they should stay with 
their own kind. But, since the economy has changed so 
much and many of them are working different jobs, 
especially with a lot of them in management positions, 
we realize that sooner or later blacks are going to be 
a part of our community, and we're just not prepared 
for that right now." 

"And why not?" the doctor asked. 

"I guess you could say that prejudice runs deep in our 
families and we were always taught that blacks 
shouldn't mingle with whites." 

"And you find that you have a problem with that?" 

"Yes. My wife and I do. She's afraid of what might 
happen, and to tell you the truth, so am I!" 

"Well, you're not here to represent your wife right 
now. You're here for yourself. I learn more of your 
wife's position when I see her tomorrow. I see that 
she's scheduled to be here the same time tomorrow and 
that both of you will be here around 3 PM on Friday 
afternoon, right?" 

"Yes." 

"Ok, why don't you make yourself more comfortable on 
the sofa over there and I'll sit in the chair across 
from you. You can relax a little bit and we'll talk 
more. 

"By the way, would you have any objections to me using 
hypnosis on you today?" 

"Why?" 

"I find that it helps to put the patient more at ease 
and is able to talk more openly about his or her 
problems. I won't do it if you have any objections." 

John thought about it for a while then consented for 
the doctor to hypnotize him. 

"Good. I want you to lay down on the sofa and get 
comfortable. Once you're ready let me know and I'll 
begin. I promise you that it won't hurt on bit and once 
I have you under I'll start asking you questions and 
you'll feel completely at ease answering them for me. 
OK?" 

"Fine with me," John answered. 

"Ready," Dr Gosman asked once John was situated. 

"Yes." 

"Ok. Now, I want you to listen to my voice and shortly 
you'll begin to feel sleepy and you'll close your eyes, 
but you'll be able to hear every word I say." 

In less then 5 minutes John was completely under. 

"John? Can you hear me? Can you understand me?" 

"Yes," came the dreamy reply. 

"OK. Good. Now, I want you to tell me about your 
feelings towards black men." 

There was no hesitation in John's reply. 

"To tell the truth, I'm intimidated by them." 

"Why?" 

"Because they seem to act so much better then I am. 
They have management positions in my work place and 
they seem to flaunt that in front of all us older, more 
experienced employees. They always seem like they're 
much better at doing the same work I've been doing for 
over 30 years, while they've only been there less then 
5 years, and I resent having those feelings." 

"Do you feel you were slighted by upper management when 
they placed a black man over you and your department?" 

"Yes." 

"Why?" 

"Because they tend to take advantage of their 
position." 

"In what way?" 

"They treat the women, especially the white women, 
better then they do the men. They always seem to be 
making passes at them and the women seem to like it 
that way." 

"Do these women ever complain about this attention?" 

"Not that I've heard." 

"Do you ever wonder why?" 

Silence. 

"Well, I have heard rumors going through the office and 
warehouse." 

"What kind of rumors?" 

"That some of the white women are sleeping with the 
black managers." 

"Does that upset you?" 

"Yes, it sure does." 

"Why?" 

"Because they shouldn't be sleeping around with their 
bosses, especially if their boss is a black man." 

"And why do you feel that way?" 

"It's just against my nature to even get close to a 
black man, or a black woman, and I feel that they are 
betraying their race by sleeping with them." 

"Could it be that you're jealous of the black men?" 

"What?" 

Dr. Gosman could hear the surprise in John's voice as 
he answered. 

"I asked you, 'Are you jealous of the black me?'" 

"Why should I be?" 

"Because they're getting something that you want." 

"And what would they have to offer that I would want?" 

"Perhaps you're jealous of their abilities to handle 
these women and that you wish you could do as well with 
them." 

"But I'm happily married!" 

"So? That doesn't mean you haven't been tempted to try 
and get into another woman's panties, does it?" 

Silence, again. 

"Well?" Dr. Gosman prompted. 

"I'm not that way," John insisted. 

"And what way would you be?" 

The doctor could see the struggle within John and he 
knew that he was close to getting an honest answer from 
him. He'd been in this business long enough to 
recognize the symptoms, the hesitations, the sudden 
bouts of quiet that meant the patient was genuinely 
thinking about his or her next answer. 

"Well," John continued to hesitate, but soon that 
hesitation gave way and he answered the doctor's 
question. "I'm not trying to get into any woman's 
panties, doctor. I want to get into my bosses pants and 
see what kind of equipment he has down there. I've 
always had a tendency to be bisexual, but my wife 
doesn't know that, and I've always wondered if it's 
true about black men and their cocks. Are they really 
bigger and better?" 

Dr. Gosman was slightly taken aback. He hadn't expected 
that answer. Every now and then a patient would 
surprise him, and this was certainly one of those 
moments. 

"Have you been with other men in the past?" he asked. 

"Yes, many times, but my wife doesn't know about it." 

"And how have you managed to hide it from here all 
these years?" 

"I only act on my feelings for a cock when I'm out of 
town on business, and never here at home. Too many 
people around town know me and I don't want it to get 
back to DeeDee that I'm sucking some strange man's 
cock. I don't know if she'd be able to handle it." 

"Have you ever sucked a black cock, John?" 

"Never!" 

"Why not?" 

"Because of my feelings for black people. I've already 
told you how I feel about them." 

"Yes, you have. But, I'm wondering if you don't have a 
secret fantasy to suck a black cock every now and 
then." 

Now John's face blushed a bright red. 

"So! I'm right! You have fantasized about sucking a 
black cock?" 

"Yes." 

"Tell me why?" 

"Whenever the women get to talking at work about how 
well-endowed the boss is I find my mind wondering. I 
catch myself actually staring at his crotch when he 
walks past my desk, wondering if it's really as big as 
they claim it is. I wonder, is it cut or covered with 
foreskin. I fantasize about putting my hands around it 
and then taking it into my mouth and sucking on it 
until he shoots his load into my mouth and down my 
throat." 

As John was talking about his dreams, the doctor 
noticed that his breathing had increased and that there 
was now a prominent bulge in his pants, as his cock got 
harder while he spoke. Hell, Dr. Gosman was even 
getting a hard on listening to this man's revelations. 

"John." 

"Yes." 

"I'm going to put you into a deeper trance and then I'm 
going to give you a key word that only I will use when 
we're together in our appointments. You'll remember 
that word and instantly go into a deep trance and will 
only hear my voice and you'll listen to only me and do 
anything that I tell you to do. Do you understand?" 

"Yes." 

"Ok, your key word is going to be 'trek' and once I say 
it again, you'll go deeper into your trance and stay 
that way until I tell you what you have to do. Do you 
understand?" 

"Yes." 

"Ok. Trek." 

John leaned back against the sofa, appearing to go into 
a deeper sleep. 

Dr. Gosman got up from the chair and went to his desk, 
where he picked up his phone, dialed an extension, and 
said only one word into the instrument. About 5 minutes 
later there was a knock on the inner office door, from 
the other side of the room. This was not the reception 
room door, but the one leading to the back of the 
building. 

When he opened the door the janitor stood there, in a 
trance of his own. He, the janitor, entered the room 
and stood there while the doctor closed and locked the 
door. 

"Ok, Eddy. I told you that I'd call you again sometime. 
Now is that time. Do you remember what I told you we'd 
do, when I did finally call you?" 

"Yes sir," Eddy answered. 

"And just what are your instructions?" 

"I'm to come to your office, where you'll let me in. 
Once I'm in the room I am to get undressed and do 
whatever you tell me to do." 

"Good. Now get undressed and wait here until I call you 
again." 

Dr. Gosman watched as Eddy began to take his clothes 
off. First his shoes, then his shirt, followed by his 
pants, socks and finally his shorts. The man that stood 
in front of him was a well built man of 79, well, 
almost 80. He took care of his body and there was 
hardly any fat to be seen anywhere on his black frame. 
Between his legs hung perhaps the largest example of 
black cock the doctor had ever seen. 

He knew from past experience that Eddy's cock was now 
at 8 inches, soft. When he got hard it measured to 
almost 12 inches and was very uncut, with a lot of 
excess skin hanging off the tip of his cock head. He 
had used Eddy in the past with his patients and he had 
been well rewarded by what he'd seen in the past. His 
patients had enjoyed their interaction with Eddy and no 
one had complained one bit. 

Why would they? They could vividly remember everything 
that had happened but due to his hypnotic suggestions, 
they were unable to openly talk about it to anyone. 
They could remember every lurid detail of what had 
happened to them, both male and female, but once they 
tried to voice their thoughts about what had happened 
their minds would instantly go blank and they'd act as 
if they'd lost their train of thought. In all actuality 
though, they couldn't forget what had happened, they 
just couldn't discuss it with anyone but himself. 

The doctor went to the sofa, sat next to John, and 
explained to him what would happen. Then he planted the 
suggestion that, while he'd remember everything that 
happened in this office, he would be unable to talk to 
anyone about it. If he tried to tell his thoughts to 
anyone, he would instantly forget what he was going to 
say, though the images would be clearly in his mind for 
the rest of his life. 

"Do you understand all of that, John?" 

"Yes," came the only reply that was available to the 
man. 

"Good. Now, I want you to get up and get undressed, 
fold your clothes and place them on the chair to your 
right and then sit back on the sofa." 

He watched as John got up and began to disrobe. He 
watched from his seat as John took off his shirt, then 
his shoes, pants and finally his shorts. He was amazed 
to see that John was well endowed with a large cock. 
Though not as large as Eddy, it was still impressive 
and he gauged that it was at least 9 to 10 inches when 
hard. He also noticed that his cock was also uncut, 
with an excess of skin covering the cock head. 

John sat again on the sofa and the doctor called Eddy 
into the room. 

"John? Do you see the black man standing at the other 
end of the room?" 

"Yes, I do." 

"Tell me what you see." 

"You have an older black man here in your office. He's 
just standing there, without anything on. His cock 
seems to be quite large and I can see that he's uncut, 
like me." 

"Good. Now then, John, tell me what you'd like to do 
next." 

"I want to put my hands on that cock and suck on it 
until he shoots his load into my mouth." 

"Are you sure that's what you really want to do?" 

"Yes!" 

The tone of John's voice left little to the imagination 
that he was telling the doctor his true feelings. John 
really wanted to suck that black cock and feel it 
shooting into his mouth and down his throat." 

"Ok, John. I'm going to tell him to come over and then 
you can do whatever you want to." 

Dr. Gosman called Eddy over and instructed him to stand 
in front of John and to enjoy what was to happen. After 
all, the doctor wanted all his patients to enjoy 
themselves, and if it meant that someone wanted to fuck 
or suck in his office, then who was he to deny them? 
Besides, he enjoyed a good show when he watched one, 
and he knew he was about to witness a good show between 
John and Eddy. 

Eddy moved across the room until he stood in front of 
John, his cock getting harder as he got closer to the 
white man. He'd had plenty of white people suck his 
cock, both men and women, and he never got tired of 
having people pay attention to his endowment. He loved 
the attention and he knew that at almost 80 years old, 
he'd never get too many chances to enjoy something like 
this again. 

John had never seen a man so black before. This man was 
charcoal black, including his cock, and his white hand 
stood out in stark contrast against that black skin. He 
reached out and grabbed the semi-hard cock in front of 
him, pulling the foreskin down, exposing the pinkish 
cock head, which glistened with the juices his skin 
produced, which accounted for the ability to jerk the 
skin back and forth so easily. He should know, since he 
was also uncut and had jerked off many times without 
any use of lubricant. 

He watched as the pinkish head appeared and 
disappeared, as the skin covered and uncovered it. It 
had been almost 2 years since he'd enjoyed a cock to 
play with and to suck on, and he was going to enjoy 
this one. The thrill of this being a black cock only 
excited him more. He'd never even thought to actually 
touching a black cock, much less actually getting to 
suck on one, but right here, right now, he was getting 
his fantasy to come true. 

He held the cock in his hands, like he'd always wanted 
to do, and as he held on to it, he lowered his head and 
placed his lips on that black piece of uncut meat, 
tasting his first black cock. The taste reminded him of 
why he liked to suck cock. It was the true taste of a 
man that he longed for, and sucking a cock was the only 
way to get it. He marveled at the texture of the black 
skin. The cock was extremely hard, but yet his cock 
skin felt like velvet to him. The smoothness startled 
him and he just soaked up the feeling, never wanting to 
let it go. 

Lowering his head, and opening his mouth at the same 
time, he engulfed the cock head and took it deep into 
his mouth, feeling it strike the back of his throat. 
He'd never had a cock this big in his mouth before, but 
he wanted to get as much into his mouth as he could. 
He'd sucked cocks for well over 20 years now, and had 
learned a lot of methods that would allow him to take a 
cock into his throat. 

He employed one such method now. He held his breath, 
pulled his head back, stretching his throat to a 
straighter line, and pushed forward. Slowly he felt the 
huge cock go further into his throat and once his nose 
bumped into the bristly hair at the base, he knew he's 
accomplished what he wanted. He had the entire length 
of the black cock embedded in his throat and once that 
happened he started pumping his head back and forth, 
building up the friction within with his mouth, knowing 
that he'd be able to feel the cum as it shot down his 
throat and into his stomach. 

He knew that he'd not get a taste of it this first 
time, but somehow he realized that there would be other 
chances to get the taste of this black man's cum. First 
though, he wanted to suck this wonderful cock and to be 
satisfied with knowing that he'd gotten him to shoot 
his load by only using his mouth and tongue. 

The two men were so engaged with each other that they 
never noticed that Dr. Gosman had disrobed and was now 
just a naked as they were. His 6 inch, uncut cock, was 
standing at attention while he jerked off to the sight 
in front of him. Then he got on his knees and crawled 
between the two men and took John's cock into his 
mouth. 

Like the two men in the room with him, his desires were 
for cock, as well as pussy, and he never failed to take 
advantage of a situation such as this. He loved sucking 
a cock as much as watching another man, or woman, suck 
a cock. He didn't consider himself either straight or 
bi, just overly sexed and always wanting more, 
regardless of the sex of the patient. 

The doctor sucked John's uncut cock until he emptied 
his load and then he pulled off, sucking the excess 
skin and licking all the cum off it. Then he lowered to 
the patient's balls and licked on them for a while, 
getting what little bit of cum had missed his mouth the 
first time. Once he was done he got up, dressed again, 
and continued to watch the spectacle in front of him. 

Eddy enjoyed having someone suck on his cock. He always 
had, too. Since he'd never been married he'd had to 
take whatever he could get, whenever he could get it. 
His arrangement with Dr. Gosman had been a welcome one. 
While he didn't really like the thought of being 
hypnotized, he didn't object too much one the doctor 
had told him what would be happening. 

He even insisted that the doctor implant in his memory 
the same one he used on his patients, that he 
distinctly remember everything that happened. Hell, not 
that he'd ever discuss it with anyone, but that way he 
could always jack off to the many memories, knowing 
that he'd never be able to tell anyone what he was 
thinking. Perhaps, to him, that was the best part. He 
could clearly remember every encounter of the past 5 
years, and they were 

John was beginning to like the feel of the black cock 
deep in his throat and he used those muscles to get a 
grip on the piece of meat and work them as much as he 
could, trying his best to get the old man to shoot his 
load. 

Meanwhile, as he stood there, his cock embedded in that 
white mouth, Eddy relived some of his prior experiences 
with Dr. Gosman's other patients, both black and white, 
male and female. He clearly remembered his first piece 
of white pussy. 

The woman had been widowed for almost 10 years and 
found it difficult to accomplish an orgasm, even though 
she masturbated regularly. She'd never taken another 
man to her bed, ashamed that she would dishonor the 
memory of her husband. She'd come to the doctor to try 
hypnosis, hoping that she'd be able to get over her 
hang ups, but in the end had been unable to. 

The memories of her husband were just too much for her 
and even the hypnosis that Dr. Gosman used was unable 
to over come her fears. In the end he'd gotten Eddy to 
fuck her while she was still under and had given her 
the same instructions, that she'd always remember what 
had happened. He felt that she used those visions like 
he did, while she fingered her pussy and came by 
herself. He'd never seen the woman again after that. 

Before he had time to think about other encounters, he 
found himself ready to unload his cum. Try as the could 
though, he was unable to stop himself and his load felt 
like it was coming from the tips of his toes, as he had 
the most powerful shooting experience he'd had in a 
long time. He just knew that the man's head would jerk 
back, so powerful was that shot, but John impressed 
Eddy by keeping his cock in his throat while he 
continued to work on it. 

The first blast took John by surprise. Over the years 
he'd gotten to know when a man was going to unload on 
him, but this time he was caught by surprise. The first 
indication he had was when he actually felt the first 
blast erupt into his throat, and what a blast it was, 
too! One of the most powerful he'd felt in ages and 
each eruption after that was less and less powerful 
until, finally it stopped and he was able to pull the 
huge cock out of his mouth and lick and suck on the 
man's balls until he was sure the older man was 
finished. Then he took the excess skin into his mouth 
and stabbed his tongue between that skin and the cock 
head, laving his tongue all around the inside, licking 
up what juices lingered, until he was sure there was no 
more to be had. 

He pulled the spent cock out of his mouth, still 
gripping it with both hands, jerking it, hoping for 
more juices. When he realized that no more was forth 
coming he released the cock and leaned back into the 
soft, satisfied with what he'd done. He leaned back 
into the sofa, closed his eyes, and relived the event 
in his mind. 

He was taken completely by surprised when he felt a 
mouth on his own cock, opening his eyes to see that the 
black man hand knelt down and now had his cock in his 
mouth. The warmth of that mouth felt good and he wanted 
to keep his cock there forever. He watched as the black 
man took his complete length into his mouth, and could 
feel his teeth working on his foreskin, then felt the 
man's tongue slip between his cock head and the loose 
skin. He knew that in a minute or two his cock would be 
at rock hard attention and that he'd be unable to keep 
from blowing his load into that mouth. 

Eddy loved to suck cock, almost as much as he loved 
having his cock sucked and, while the white man wasn't 
quite as large as he was, the cock felt good in his 
mouth and he used ever technique he knew to get the man 
to unload his cum. He didn't know that the good doctor 
had already gotten John to empty his balls already, but 
that didn't stop him from trying. 

He bobbed his head up and down, taking the full length 
into his mouth on each down stroke, feeling it scrape 
against his throat with each lunge. He could feel the 
skin retract with each down stroke, as well, and he 
enjoyed the feeling that the skin made on the back of 
his throat with each up stroke. 

After about 10 minutes of sucking he was rewarded with 
a small amount of cum, not as much as he'd expected, 
but it was enough to satisfy him, so he concentrated on 
getting every drop and then licked the cock clean. Once 
he was done he got up and crossed the room, retrieved 
his clothing, got dressed, and then left the way he'd 
entered, through the back door. 

"Once Eddy was finished with John he got dressed and 
left, as he'd been instructed to do. I knew that he'd 
be back tomorrow though, because I'd already told him 
that I had an appointment with the man's wife at the 
same time, so I knew he'd be expecting my call. John 
represents a change to get a couple to compete with 
each other over one man's cock. 

"While I have no doubt that John still has some strong 
feelings about being around blacks, I feel that his 
memories will temper those feelings. I know he'll have 
a hard time reconciling his feelings for the flashbacks 
and memories he'll carry when he leaves the office, but 
in the end I think he'll be a better person for it all. 
I can hardly wait to get his wife in here tomorrow and 
see what happens then. After that, my meeting with both 
of them at the same time should produce some startling 
revelations for both of them." 

Dr. Gosman finished his entry and leaned back in his 
chair. John had been gone for almost an hour and the 
feeling of what had transpired was still fresh in his 
mind, as well as the taste of his cock on his taste 
buds. 

"Yes," he said out loud, "tomorrow is going to be 
something else."

Needless to say, to be continued...

**

Please, let me know what you think. I've been mentally 
working on this story for just over a month now and 
it's literally fallen into place as I was writing it. 
I've got the last two parts already outlined and 
they'll be posted here for all to read, so be sure to 
let me know your thoughts, whether or not you liked it 
or if you even have suggestions. I'm always open to 
reader suggestions, I may not often use them, but I'm 
open to hearing them. If they do fit in the context of 
what I've already planned, who knows? You may see your 
thoughts in print here. 

Thanks. JJ

Black Bang

by Willing (volatw@aol.com)

***

White guy loves black bodies and cock, and cum. He goes 
to club. Gets it. Then more, maybe more than he really 
wanted. (MM, mast, oral, anal, intr, alcohol, rom)

***

I could not stand all of the reality of this as it 
happened. I can hardly stand to report it at all, but I 
do. Since I can't take it all at once, I report it to 
you here in segmented takes. Please be patient with me. 
The memories, sensations, returns to the scene(s) of 
the crimes are almost overwhelming - each time, every 
time. I am theirs now, and they, I know it.

***

I love black bodies and cocks. Something real special 
about them. Maybe lots of things. The sizes are 
legendary. Muscular, wiry-haired bodies - underarms, 
chests, bellies, pubes, buttcracks. Loads of hot, 
creamy cum.

I was watching a vid about a white guy in a fuck club 
with five black guys. I envied him so. Got so horned up 
I decided I had to go get me some right now, this 
night. I had heard of an all-black club - a bar - in 
the rural countryside and determined to go find it. 
That was not much of a problem. 

It was the only building on a lonely stretch of road 
near the coast. Nothing elaborate, just a wooden 
building with a big, gravel, sand and shell parking 
lot. No exterior lights, shaded windows. I parked my 
van at the end of a row of other vehicles. 

Went into the club and straight to the bar like it was 
home. The club was busy. About a dozen guys, three hot 
looking women. A small elevated dance floor with a 
couple of poles at each end. A honey, naked as the day 
she was born was doing her stuff to one of the poles, 
then across the floor in many postures, lots of hand 
touching of herself, to the other pole, to the edge of 
the stage, back, all around to the beat of the music.

I noticed right away most of the guys were ignoring 
her. The club women weren't getting much attention 
either. One was at the bar between a couple of guys, 
obviously pumping them for drinks and offering her 
wares. The other two were at tables; one sitting with 
three guys, the other with two guys. 

The bar served only beer and mixers for BYOB customers. 
Several bottles were in view - brandy, some flavored, 
gin, vodka, whiskey. I perched on a bar stool with one 
on either side of me and ordered a Bud. As I drank my 
beer I turned to watch the dancer, my legs apart, 
package on display, lips and tongue working the head of 
the beer bottle.

Didn't take long. A middle-aged guy came to the bar on 
my left hand side as I faced the center of the room, 
still watching the dancer. He stood beside the stool, 
close to me, close enough I could smell his nice 
cologne. He leaned on the bar and ordered a Sprite 
(tm). When the glass of ice and bottle of Sprite was 
served, he poured two fingers of vodka into the glass 
and topped it off with the bubbly, clear soda. Took a 
drink, then turned to me.

"You looking for some pussy, man?" he asked. "Like that 
black girl?"

Smiling at him, I answered, "No sir, not, but she is 
okay."

"Whaddaya want then, man?" he grinned back at me. "We 
don't get white dudes in here much."

"Well, I guess a good answer is, I want what the ladies 
in here want," I answered.

"Alright," he said. "You ain't no more subtle than me. 
Let me buy you a drink." Without waiting for my answer, 
he ordered another set up - a glass with ice and a 
Sprite. The bartender brought it over. My benefactor 
poured the two fingers of vodka from his bottle. I 
added the Sprite and took a swallow.

He let his hairy arm brush against my arm between us. 
"I ain't got much time, man. I got a bitchy wife at 
home, her mother and a houseful of kids. You wanna get 
what you came to get now?"

"Sure," I said.

"So let's go to the john," he suggested, draping his 
arm around my shoulder.

"I have a better idea," I countered, "let's go outside 
to the parking lot. I have a van with a mattress in the 
back."

We gulped down our drinks, sat the glasses on the bar. 
I got off the stool, picked up my bottle of beer. We 
walked out his arm around my waist. Everyone appeared 
to be going on about their business or pleasure, but 
they were looking, trying not to be obvious about it.

**** 2 ****

At my van on the end of the row in the dark parking 
lot, I sat my beer on the top of the van near the lift 
up back door. We dropped trou' pulling them off over 
our loafers, sockless. Neither of us was wearing 
underwear. Even in the dark I could see his black meat 
was just what I wanted. It hung half way to his knees, 
thick, a big, well-defined, circumcised head. 

Our trousers held in one hand, his and mine, I reached, 
grasped his cock and felt its circumference. Yes, this 
is what I wanted, as my hand felt his hairy ballsack, 
the big nuts in his wrinkly pouch. His cock slit was 
leaking slimy pre-cum already. I stroked his shaft 
milking out his pre-juice, smearing it over his knob 
and down his veiny stalk. He spread his legs, taking a 
wider stance.

"Unh huh unh," he cleared his throat. "What you want to 
do?" he asked.

Explicit, I answered, "I want to kiss, lick, suck your 
nipples; lick your belly; tongue your navel; kiss, 
lick, suck your big cock; mouth your balls. I want you 
to fuck me, cum in my mouth."

"Well we ain't doin' it out here in the open," he said, 
as I continued sliding my hand up and down his 
stiffening pole glistening with his slick, still 
flowing juice.

"I know," I said, and let go of his hardening tool. I 
opened the lift door, threw my trousers inside the back 
of the van and crawled in onto the mattress giving him 
a good view of what he would soon be fucking. I rolled 
onto my back watching him. 

He got into the van. His cock no longer dangled. It 
stuck out upright, his balls hanging. He lay beside me 
and put an arm over me, his cock pressed against the 
side of my leg. He lifted a leg over both of mine, 
shifting his wet cock to the top of my leg, brushing 
against my hard and pre-cum wet dick. Much to my 
surprise he leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, 
searching for my mouth. I kissed him on the lips, took 
his tongue inside my mouth, gave him my tongue. He 
grasped my cock, stroked it. I did his. We kissed, 
stroked for several minutes.

He nuzzled my neck with his mouth, us still stroking, 
fondling nuts. Kissing, stroking, fondling nuts, 
nuzzling necks. I realized he was not going to just 
fuck my mouth and ass. We were making love, hot, sweet, 
sensuous, tingly, mind-bending love.

He kissed one of my nipples, licked it, sucked on it, 
went to the other one. Kissed, licked down my chest to 
my stomach, stroking me still as I stroked him, and he 
tweaked a wet nipple, rolled it between his thick thumb 
and forefinger, the other. Tongued my navel. I was 
breathing hard, humping up and down, gasping, trembling 
it felt so good.

He kissed my cockhead, right on the slit, tongued off 
the flowing pre-cum, took the crown in his mouth, 
licked and sucked; went right down to my pubes on my 
6.5" hard, throbbing cock, massaged my balls. He worked 
his head up and down. I moved with his mouth, humping 
my hips up and down. 

"Oh, oooh, unh, oooooh, I'm gonna cum," I moaned.

He squeezed my nuts gently but firmly, slurped up my 
cock and let it snap back against my belly with a wet 
smack. 

"Unh uh, no, not yet, baby," he said in his deep, 
gravelly voice. "Later. My turn now."

He lay back beside me. "Get over on me and do me. Do 
what you said you wanted. Make me feel good. Get me 
ready to take your sweet ass."

An invitation to worship his strong, muscular, black, 
wiry-haired body, his big cock, balls. Like I needed 
it. I rolled to him, kissed him on the mouth, tasting 
me on his lips and tongue when he slid it along my 
tongue, swabbed the inside of my mouth. Stroking his 
cock, feeling his balls, I went down over his neck to a 
nipple. Kissed, licked, sucked it, the other one, back 
and forth, in between them on his chest hair. 

I kissed, licked down his body to his navel, had to 
move his long, wet, hard cock to the side. Tongued his 
navel for a while. Worked my tongue down his treasure 
trail into his wiry pubes, licked the pre-cum drooling 
from his cockslit, tasted it, kissed his helmet, 
wrapped it in my lips, tongued more pre from his wide 
cock eye, gently fondling his balls, brushing a 
fingertip on his perineum, pushing more pre-cum up his 
long shaft over my lips, onto my tongue, slurping it. 

I worked my lips down his slimy rod inch by inch, 
writhing my tongue on the thick-vein along the 
underside of his hard cock to take more in my mouth. 
The bulbous head touched my throat entrance. I felt 
with my fingers at the base of his shaft. There was 
still at least two, maybe three inches beyond my 
tightly clasping lips. I milked his pre-cum onto my 
tongue, into my throat, but I could get no more of his 
long, thick cock deeper into my throat. 

We were at my cock limit in my mouth. Still massaging 
his big nuts in their wiry-haired sack, feeling his 
nipples, rubbing his chest, rippling muscular stomach, 
I clasped my lips tight, concaved my face cheeks and 
slid my mouth up his shaft until only the head was 
between my lips, his slit feeding me more of his slick, 
lubricating, tasty juice. Hands, mouth working slowly, 
lovingly I sucked his big cock.

He put his big hands gently on the sides of my head, 
face and rocked slowly up and down with my mouth 
movements. We were fucking his cock, my face together. 
I was loving the feelings, tastes, sounds, smells. Hard 
cock, veiny, slimy pre-cum, wiry hair, big but gentle 
hands on me, tasty juice, slurping squishing, cum odor, 
crotch musk, our mingled sweat.


**** 3 **** 

I reached into the glove box along the side wall of the 
van, fished out a bottle of Astroglide(tm), and my amyl 
nitrate poppers from Canada - the good stuff. Still 
sucking his cock, feeling him with one hand, I gave him 
the bottle of Astroglide. He lubed his fingers with it. 
I kept sucking, sweat dripping off the end of my nose, 
face, chin, sweat sheened on both our bodies. 

I positioned myself, legs open wide, his cock rotated 
in my mouth as I sucked, sucked, bobbed my head up and 
down. He slid his middle finger up and down my 
asscrack, lubing it. He pressed with his fingertip. I 
opened the bottle of poppers and took a hit in each 
nostril, concentrated on relaxing, letting his finger 
into me. In it went, slowly past my sphincter, pause, 
deeper, deeper. His hand pressed to my splayed open 
crack, finger as far as it would go up in me. 

He wriggled his finger, opening me more. He pressed the 
tip on my prostate. I felt like I was pissing, exuded 
so much pre-cum it stringed to the mattress on the 
floor of the van. I moaned.

"Oh, yeah, baby, moan on that big cock," he grumbled. 
"Feels so good," he praised me. He pressed again, 
another string of pre-cum, again, again, again. 

"Ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh," deep in my throat. Pre-cum 
flowing, steady, cockhead tingling, dick lurching up 
and down, throbbing, throwing the strings of pre-cum 
back and forth. 

"Oh shit!" I mumbled with his cock in my mouth.

"You ain't shittin' honey," he said, "it's going the 
other way in that ass now."

He eased his finger back, slid his index finger with 
his middle finger. 

"Oh, oooh, yeah," I breathed thickly mumbling again 
filled with his long, fat cock.

"Umnh huh," he agreed. "Talk to it. Talk on it."

"Fuckth," I gurgled, slimy pre-cum, saliva dripping 
from my mouth onto his cock and pubes.

"Yeah, more," he urged me, now with three fingers - 
middle, index and ring - sliding back and forth in my 
opening hole, spreading me.

"Hmmmnnh," I hummed on his cock.

"Oooh, unnngh, the best," he grunted. His cock 
thickened, lengthened, throbbed in my mouth, a blob of 
creamy, thick cum shot onto my tongue, coated the back 
of my throat.

He pulled his cock out quickly, leaving my mouth empty 
except for the wad of cum gurgling in my throat. I 
hacked it up onto my tongue, tasted it, opened my mouth 
showing it to him, then swallowed deeply relishing the 
taste, feel of the oyster sliding down my throat. 

"Umnh," he moaned, "that was close. We gotta fuck now."

"Oh yeah, how do you want me?" I asked.

"On your back, baby, legs up and wide. I want to watch 
your face as I put it in your pussy hole," he 
instructed me.

I rolled over onto my back, spread my legs, lifted 
them, bent my thighs back, and opened my cheeks with 
both hands, breathing slowly.

"Just put the head on my hole," I pleaded. "Let me get 
ready for it, then when I say, go slow. You are so 
big."

He sat between my legs grinning down at me. "This is 
gonna be so good," he said. "I know you got a good, 
tight cunt for me. So tight on my fingers, all of them 
as you opened some." 

He fumbled around some for his trousers as I lay there 
fully exposed to him. I rubbed my lube slick, crinkly 
assfolds, watching him. His hand came out of his pants 
pocket with a condom - a magnum. He ripped open the 
foil, tossed it aside, checked the latex ring for the 
right direction of roll, capped his mushroom crown with 
the rubber, and worked it down his shaft. 

He seated the end of the roll against his wiry-haired 
cock base, stretched out the reservoir nipple end to be 
sure it was at max for reception of his cumload. He 
squirted a big string of the Astroglide onto the top of 
his rubber-covered cunt-pleaser and a handful into his 
cupped palm. He massaged the lube all around his shaft, 
then smeared the excess into my crack, concentrating on 
my crinkled asshole. 

He slid his slick middle finger into me, checking to 
see if I had closed too much. He wriggled the finger 
around, prepping me for his monster cock. It looked 
even bigger to me now. The cock I had just sucked, the 
cock that had just fucked my mouth, gave me just a 
sample of the cum he was going to deliver to me - his 
baby-making batter.

I trembled in anticipation more than reluctance, fear 
or any other emotion other than the love of a big black 
cock fucking my ass. He eased his finger out of me.

"Ready, baby?" he asked.

"Umnh huh," I agreed, "but just put the head against 
me. Let me tell you when to put it in."

"Ok," he grunted smiling down at me. He guided his 
thick knob to my hole. 

I let my asscheeks close on it, held it there. I took 
double hits on the poppers, each nostril. 

He took the bottle and did hits too, his cock still 
wedged right at my pussy door.

I did two more popper hits, capped the bottle and laid 
it on the mattress.

"Ok, now," I said.

"Now?" he asked.

"Now," I said.

"Now?"

"Now, please."

I shifted my hips, rocked them, lifted them and seated 
myself on my spine, ready.

He pushed forward.

"Unnngh," I grunted."

"Aaaaaah," he moaned.

"Unh, ah, aaah, oh yeah," I agreed.

The knob was in me. My hole was breached.

He put a hand on my chest, the other on one of my 
buttcheeks.

I rocked just a bit, up, down, side to side, up, down.

His long, fat cock slid right up into me, the thick 
head making way for his big shaft.

"Unnnnh, unnnh, ungh," I grunted.

"Okay, baby?" he asked, pausing, resting over me, 
taking my cock in his hand and stroking it slowly.

"Okay," I grunted.

"More?" he asked.

"Yes," I breathed.

He smiled and pushed. 

"Umnh, honey," he said, "what tight, good pussy."

"Aaaaaah," I breathed, smiling up at him. "Fuck me. 
Fuck my slutty cunt. Fuck it good."

He pulled back slowly, pushed in, back, in, back, in, 
with each stroke more of his long cock went into me, 
deeper, deeper, the head rubbing over my prostrate, my 
pre-cum flowing again. He stroked my cock, leaned over 
and kissed me on the lips. I opened my mouth to take 
his tongue, give him my tongue.

He bottomed out, his wiry pubes pressed against my 
ballsack, his balls resting in the crack of my lube-
slick ass.

"Oh, sweetie, you took it all," he said. "My tight ass 
bitch can't even do that in her sloppy twat or up her 
ass, and she won't suck me at all.

"Oh yeah, fuck me," I pleaded, humping my hips up and 
down. "Fuck me good, hard with your big black cock. 
Make me your bitch, slut, whore."

Like he needed an invitation at that point. He started 
sliding his cock back and forth in me. I rocked my hips 
up and down to meet his increasing thrusts.

He stroked my cock. Kissed me, sucked my titties. 
Fucked me. We fucked together.

I started cumming through his stroking fist onto my 
belly. My ass clenched and relaxed, clenched and 
relaxed on his pistoning cock.

His cock thickened, lengthened, throbbed, jerked. I 
could feel the cum filling the rubber, the heat of it, 
heard the squishiness, felt and smelled our sweat 
together as I moaned and writhed, begged him to fuck me 
more.

Thrust, pump, jerk back, thrust. He slammed into my 
pussy, jetting out more wads of cum with each drive to 
the hilt up my twat.

He let down on top of me, his long, fat cock still up 
me, all the way, throbbing, flexing.

"Ummmmmnh, oh yeah, so good," I moaned. "Pull it out, 
let me suck you, taste your cum, clean your beautiful 
cock."

"Squish, plop," his cock slid from my hole. My cunt 
stayed open, gaping. Some juices ran into the crack of 
my ass onto the mattress.

He got up on me, sat his big butt on my chest, peeled 
off the full condom, and fed me his cock. I kissed, 
licked, sucked it, cleaning him, tasting his cum. 

Rolling his cock out of my mouth with a hand, I grinned 
at him, his cum coating my lips, chin, tongue, and 
said, "I want it all. I love your cum."

He laughed, upended the rubber as I held my tongue out 
like a little bird being fed by the mother or father 
bird. He poured the cum out of the rubber into my 
mouth. I took all of it, rolled it around on my tongue, 
tasting it, chewed on it, swallowed some. 

Opened my mouth, showed him the white elixir on my 
tongue, closed my mouth and swallowed, once, twice, 
three times, gulping his sweet jism into my stomach. 
Licked my lips. He leaned over and kissed me on the 
mouth, tasting the remnants of his cum, swapping spit 
with me, so I could have another taste too.

"Sorry, baby, but I gotta go," he said. 

"Okay," I said. "We can meet again, yes?" I asked 
almost begging, pleading.

"Sure honey, you got one fine mouth and ass. I love 
fucking you."

We got out of the van. Put our trousers back on. I took 
a swallow of the beer, offered the bottle to him. He 
took a swallow and passed it back. 

We walked back into the club arms around each others 
waist, flushed, fresh-fucked, grinning, happy, my ass 
still gaping, the taste of cum in my mouth, smell on my 
breath, licking my lips. 

To be continued?

Comments, suggestions welcome to volatw@aol.com

The Basketball Boys

by Dirty Jim (no address provided)

***

A married counselor at a basketball camp gets in over 
his head. (MM+/M, 1st-gay-expr, reluc, mast, oral, anal, 
orgy, gb)

***

I had been a camp counselor at the regional basketball 
camp for several years. I always looked forward to the 
camps, held at a private college about 30 minutes from 
my home, during the hot days of July. It was a week away 
from my family and other responsibilities. Though I 
dearly love my beautiful wife and my two young children, 
at times I also found pleasure in doing my own thing and 
having time to myself, not to mention the chance to pick 
up some extra cash. 

The work was easy, just keeping large groups of boys 
aged 6-17 focused on improving their basketball skills 
and refereeing the games at the end of the day. I was 
the oldest of all the counselors, having turned 42 the 
month before. There were a number of other counselors, 
but they were all in their early 20's or having just 
graduated from high school. Most of them were stars on 
their school basketball teams and some had played in 
college.

While I had a very friendly relationship with all of 
them, they tended to hang around together, doing what 
young boys of that age do, while I was more than happy 
to retreat to my solitude. Adding to the peace and quiet 
of being away from work and my family was the fact that 
I had a small apartment located in the biggest gym on 
campus. The place was fairly Spartan, but had everything 
I needed, especially the feeling of privacy that I 
craved. In the evenings, after all the campers and other 
counselors were back in the dormitories on campus, I had 
the whole gym to myself. I could do whatever I wanted, 
shoot baskets in the gym, watch a little TV in my room, 
or simply read in peace. 

Over the years I had also enjoyed showering by myself in 
the locker room. With the privacy of having the building 
to myself, I would often enjoy the freedom of walking 
around naked in the locker room and take extended 
showers. While I have always been completely 
heterosexual, I suppose the energy of being around so 
many testosterone fueled, young, athletic bodies had 
excited me to a degree. 

I know I was always eager to take that first shower by 
myself in the gym after it was closed and locked. This 
particular summer, I had found myself anticipating it 
more than ever, and went directly to the showers when 
the last group of campers headed back to the dorms after 
the evening sessions were completed. 

I quickly headed to the locker rooms downstairs, 
stripped down, and went to the showers. There was 
something about the old locker rooms with its 1950's 
tile and atmosphere that did something for me. I soon 
breathed a sigh of relief as I soaked under the warm 
water. I soaked for quite awhile, before soaping up and 
rinsing. Shutting the water off, I headed into the 
locker area, enjoying the feel of walking around naked. 
Of course, in the past it had occurred to me that this 
would be a fun place to masturbate and I had indulged 
that urge many times in the past. It had become a ritual 
that I anticipated with excitement every year. 

I draped a towel across the wooden bench in front of the 
row of lockers and lay down upon it. I began to stroke 
myself and was soon rewarded with a hard on. I have 
always been proud of my body and the fact that I have 
kept myself in great shape as I entered middle age. I 
was trim and muscular with taut abs and glutes. The only 
area that I felt lacking in was the size of my penis, 
which reached only 4 inches when totally erect and was 
narrow in its girth. My balls were also proportionate to 
my penis, which is to say they were small, but what are 
you going to do? 

My masturbation techniques had evolved over the years. I 
would often lie on my back, raising my legs into the air 
as I jacked my member. I loved the feel of the air 
against my puckered anus and this excited me further. 
This time I had brought something new. I reached into my 
gym bag and pulled out a toy I had bought recently at 
the local sex shop. It was a small butt plug. I greased 
it up with some Vaseline and eagerly began to probe my 
little butthole. 

I was writhing with pleasure as I continued to stroke my 
little dick and balls and got the plug inserted 
completely into my ass. I got up and walked around with 
the plug in, savoring the feel of it up there. Then I 
lay back down, raised my legs and began jacking in 
earnest. I soon came with a loud groan and spurted semen 
onto my stomach and chest. I lay there for a moment, 
exhausted and happy, before cleaning myself up and 
getting dressed. 

The rest of the night was uneventful and quiet as I read 
and watched a little baseball on the TV. I eagerly 
looked forward to the next evening's masturbatory 
session. 

The next day was very active with morning and evening 
sessions coaching and trying to control the boys, but it 
was very successful. The head coach who only made 
occasional appearances, (but got to keep most of the 
money,) seemed very happy with the turnout and the 
camp's progress. As the oldest counselor, I suppose I 
shared the most responsibility in seeing that things 
went smoothly.

Of course, I could not wait for evening to come, when I 
could have my alone time. As the last bus rolled away 
from the gym, I quickly made my rounds to lock all the 
doors and secure the gym. Having done this, I returned 
to my room and began packing my gym bag in preparation 
of heading to the locker room. I threw in a clean towel 
and of course, the Vaseline and butt plug.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door of my room. This 
startled me, as I thought I had secured the gym before. 
I wondered who it could be. Opening the door, I saw 
Jeremy, one of the younger counselors. He was 18 years 
old, with dirty blonde hair and the athletic, trim body 
of a basketball player. I greeted him and asked what he 
needed. 

He seemed a little nervous and asked if he could come 
in. I had stashed the butt plug into my bag, so I said, 
"Sure." 

He walked in and didn't say anything for a moment. "

Why aren't you with the other guys?" I asked. 

He paused, then responded. "Jim, I was watching you last 
night." 

I was shocked, and not sure what he meant. "What are you 
talking about?" 

He looked me in the eye. "I have a key to the gym, and I 
came back to get my shoes that I had left in the locker 
room. I saw you in the locker room and what you were 
doing." 

My stomach turned as I realized that he had witnessed my 
obscene display the night before. "Well, Jeremy, I'd 
appreciate it if you would keep this between you and 
me." I began to contemplate whether I should offer him 
some money to keep quiet. 

He walked across my small apartment, now appearing more 
confident of himself. He walked to my gym bag, unzipped 
it and pulled out the butt plug. "I think we can work 
something out," he said. 

"W-what do you mean?" I stammered, beginning to think 
this was going in a different direction. 

"You just need to do whatever I tell you to do the rest 
of the week." 

"Listen Jeremy, if you need money, I can probably help 
you out." 

"I don't need any money," he laughed. "I've got plenty 
of money. I want some entertainment." 

I swallowed hard, my heart in my throat. "Why don't you 
take off your clothes?" he said softly. I hesitated. 

"Now!" he said firmly. I could not believe what was 
happening. My mind was racing, trying to figure a way 
out of this, but I could think of nothing. I slowly 
began to strip, removing my shirt and shorts. As I stood 
before him in just my underwear, I felt a tingling in my 
groin. 

When I pulled my underwear down, my penis was semi-
erect. 

"Look at that!" he said. "You're getting horny! Now, 
let's see your show like you put on last night." 

I sat on the couch and began to stroke my dick and rub 
my balls. Soon, I was harder than I had been in years. 
Jeremy strolled over to the bag and pulled out the plug. 
I watched as he lubricated it and then he handed it to 
me. "You know what to do," he said. 

I obediently lifted my legs and slowly inserted the plug 
into my ass. 

"Now, jack off," he ordered. I did as I was told and 
within two minutes, I was covered with a warm load of my 
sticky cum. Jeremy laughed as he tossed me a towel. 
"Your dick is so tiny! I bet your wife wishes you had 
more than that." 

It was then that I noticed his own young manhood 
pressing against his shorts. His bulge was quite large. 
"I bet you wish you had something like this." He pulled 
his shorts down and took them off. 

As I lay there on the couch he stood above me with an 
erect penis of at least 8 inches in length and at least 
twice the girth of mine. His balls were also at least 
twice as big as mine. I had never seen an erect penis 
other than my own, except in movies. 

I felt very excited, but somewhat fearful, as it became 
apparent that this young man was very dominant. A wave 
of excitement came over me as I realized my role was to 
be submissive here. He stepped closer to me, his erect 
dick now mere inches from my face. "Touch it," he 
instructed. 

I did as I was told, reaching out with one hand to feel 
his rod. It was harder than I imagined was possible, his 
head was very large with the glans now being purple. I 
fondled the shaft, sliding down to his hairy balls. I 
cupped and fondled his balls before returning to slide 
my fingers over the head. A drop of pre-cum oozed out. 

"Kiss it." He spoke in a matter of fact tone now, 
sensing my willingness to continue. 

I moved my face closer and lightly kissed the stiff 
shaft. Then I continued up to the head, kissing the very 
tip. The drop of pre-cum stayed on my lips. I then 
trailed back down to his balls kissing each, then back 
up to the top. I knew what was coming next, then came 
the inevitable order. "Suck it." 

I licked the shaft, which had swelled even bigger now, 
and licked each of his balls. He turned around in front 
of my and ordered me to lick his asshole. I slid my 
tongue between his cheeks and found his taut anus. I 
swirled my tongue around his ring and pushed into his 
anus with the tip of my tongue. 

After several minutes of this, he turned back around. 
Then, the moment had come, and I slid my tongue up to 
the head of his cock. I took his swollen head into my 
mouth and began to suck. His large penis trembled as I 
licked the glans with my tongue. He began gently 
rocking, sending his cock in and out of my mouth. 

I tried to keep the head in and began fondling his balls 
with one hand while I gently stroked his shaft with the 
other. After only a minute or two, I felt his body 
convulse and he ejaculated stream after stream of warm 
sticky sperm into my mouth. His body shook 8 or 9 times 
as he emptied his balls onto my tongue. 

Just when I felt that my mouth could not hold anymore, 
the pulsing subsided. He slowly slid his cock from my 
mouth. With a large gulp, I swallowed his massive load. 

I did not know what to say after this event, but Jeremy 
seemed relaxed. "You're a pretty good little, 
cocksucker," he laughed. He pulled his shorts back on. 
"I'll see you tomorrow," he said with a knowing smile. 
With that he left, leaving me in a daze, wondering what 
had just happened. I had just given an 18 year old boy a 
blowjob, and what was worse, I had enjoyed it. 

The daze continued throughout the next day as I went 
through the motions during the camp. The head coach 
asked me if I was feeling ok, and I assured him I was 
fine. But my head was in a fog.

That night, I sat in my room wondering if Jeremy would 
show up. My emotions were a mix of apprehension and 
anticipation as I waited. I soon realized that I was 
feeling disappointed when it seemed he would not come 
by. That thought vanished when I heard talking and 
laughter in the hallway outside my room. 

I opened the door and there was Jeremy, along with six 
other young counselors. "Wh-what's going on?" I said. 

"Don't worry Jim," Jeremy said. "Your secret is safe 
with us... as long as you cooperate." With that, they 
all piled into the room, laughing and looking at me. 
There were no formalities or hesitation this time. 
Jeremy began giving orders. "Now Jim, the boys and I 
just want a little fun, so let's not waste time, and 
soon you can have your time alone." He then told me to 
remove my clothes. 

After the initial hesitation, I knew I had so no choice 
but to comply. Soon I was standing nude in front of 7 
young boys. They hooted and derided my lack of size, 
calling my penis a clit and pointing to my "baby balls." 
Jeremy was obviously in charge. 

He ordered me to recline on the couch and begin 
masturbating, which I dutifully did. Soon the boys began 
to remove their clothing and I was soon surrounded by 7 
nude young men, all sporting full erections. They began 
to stroke themselves as they watched me jack. Jeremy 
ordered me to lift my legs, so they could see my 
butthole. I saw him get the Vaseline from my bag, but 
not the butt plug. 

He handed the Vaseline to Mark, an 18 year old boy with 
brown hair who sported a 6 inch hard on. Mark began to 
apply the Vaseline to his dick, then as a team they put 
me on my hands and knees. A large erect dick was placed 
in my mouth as Mark began to push against my puckered 
asshole with his cock. 

I tried to relax as his pushing became more persistent 
and soon I felt his cock slowly enter me. I could feel 
the head push through and it was soon followed by the 
length of his shaft. I felt his taut balls pushing up 
against my butt cheeks as he entered me. As much as I 
could, I settled into a rhythm of taking one cock in my 
mouth while Mark fucked my bottom. 

After the initial discomfort, I began to feel the 
pleasure of the fullness in my ass. I could feel Mark's 
body tense and feel the warm spray of his cum deep 
inside my rectum. Shortly after that, I was rewarded 
with a large load in my mouth, the result of my sucking 
on the other young man. I felt completely used, but at 
the same time, totally fulfilled. 

Soon, with cum dripping from my lips and my anus, two 
other young men had taken their place and I was again 
receiving hard dicks in both holes. After they both 
deposited large loads, the process was repeated again 
with the fifth and sixth boys. Each cock tasted slightly 
different, though with similar musky smells. My ass 
relaxed with the repeated fuckings and I was able to 
take the third fucking fairly easily. The third pair of 
boys came almost simultaneously.

As the boy behind me spewed his semen deep in my ass, 
the boy I was sucking ejaculated the biggest load I have 
ever seen into my mouth. Cum was running out the sides 
of my mouth as my cheeks bulged with his sperm. I was 
finally able to swallow the entire load in 3 big gulps. 
I collapsed on the couch with cum oozing out of my anus, 
and shining on my chin.

"Come on Jim, you've got one more in you," said Jeremy 
as he lubed his penis. 

I obediently turned my ass to him, but he turned me onto 
my back and lifted my legs, exposing my ass just as I 
had when I masturbated that first night. He slid his 8 
inch cock into my now well stretched ass. The glans 
disappeared inside me and I tried to watch as his shaft 
followed. The other boys hooted their approval as Jeremy 
fucked me hard. 

They held my legs apart in the air to allow Jeremy 
unimpeded access to my hole. Within minutes his pumping 
culminated in a spasm as he grunted and pushed his dick 
as far as he could get it inside of me. I could feel the 
warm semen gushing in. Collapsing, he slowly slid his 
member from my butthole. As they laughed and high fived 
each other, they got dressed and soon, I was alone 
again. After masturbating (and cumming within a minute) 
I was soon asleep on my bed.

There were variations on this scene each night of the 
week, and thank God, my secret never did come out. One 
night, the seven boys all stood over my naked body as I 
jacked and sucked them. Each young man had me bury my 
face between their firm butt cheeks and tongue their 
assholes. I think the licking of their buttholes was my 
favorite activity. 

They seemed to really enjoy it as I raked my tongue over 
their puckered openings. Soon they were ready to unload. 
One by one they came on my face and I was soon covered 
with 7 very large loads of jism. I found myself eagerly 
anticipating their arrival each night, and had to admit 
that I enjoyed being the submissive slave to the boys' 
desires.

I was tired and relaxed as I packed up my things and 
prepared to return home at the end of the week. I don't 
think I could have kept that pace up for very long, 
although the pleasure was undeniable. Interestingly, my 
sex life with my wife has been hotter than ever. She has 
taken a liking to the butt plug too, and we have had fun 
putting it in each other. There was a certain security 
in resuming my life back at home with my family, but I 
have to say that I am looking forward to next year. 

END

Barrooms and Motels

by Pop-O (pop-o@myway.com)

***

A man struggles with his obsession to make 
love to another man and finds a hermaphrodite, 
unknowingly. (MM, oral, anal)

***

Frankie pulled into the first motel he found, it was 
late and he had been driving all day. After checking 
in, he went to the room and tossed his suitcase on the 
desk and flopped on the bed.

Frankie was on the road for one reason, he just left 
his wife of eight years and his kids, a son and a 
daughter. The problem wasn’t with them, it was him. For 
years now, he’s been struggling with his inner self 
about his sexuality. Anita, his wife, was a very 
beautiful woman. At twenty-eight her figure was 
fantastic even after bearing two children.

They have been arguing at night in the privacy of their 
bedroom about his lack of desire for her and she was 
left to think that he was cheating on her. Many times 
Frankie wanted to tell her that it wasn’t her, it was 
just that he no longer was effected by her body, it 
didn’t "turn him on".

Just last night during a very loud verbal argument, 
Frankie finally sat down and calmly tried to explain 
what was happening to him. He showed her that it wasn’t 
her fault at all and that he would rather look at some 
guy in the shower, then her naked.

Anita tried to listen to him explain, but she felt like 
half a woman now that he had told her and she asked him 
to move out, so they could both get on with their 
lives.

Frankie didn’t know where to go, he just knew it was 
best that he left and just drove west. Now he was in a 
motel, alone and wondering where he was going to go. 
His stomach started to growl on him and he realized he 
had not stopped to eat since breakfast.

He lifted the phone and got the front desk, "Is there 
any place nearby to get some food?"

The man said, "Closest place would be "Quincy’s", good 
food, but its kind of a hochie-coochie establishment."

"Okay, Thank You," Frankie said as he hung up.

He got in his car and drove up the road and saw the 
large flashing "Quincy’s" sign and pulled into the 
parking lot. The lot was pretty full and he was lucky 
to find a spot.

As he walked alongside of the building, he saw marques 
showing some of the dancers that were featured inside 
and it didn’t effect him in the least, he was just 
hungry.

Entering, he was greeted and was told there was a ten 
dollar cover charge, which he paid, then asked about 
the food.

"Got a good deal on a eighteen ounce t-bone steak, 
baked potato and salad," the man said.

"Sounds good to me, I’m hungry," Frankie said. He went 
through the inner door and found himself a table, and 
checked out his surroundings.

All the waitresses were dressed in gowns which revealed 
a lot of cleavage and cut up high on each side to 
expose their legs too. The dancer on stage was down to 
her panties and was really giving the customers their 
monies worth. Her breasts had tassels on them and they 
were twirling in circles as she moved.

His waitress arrived, "Hi! I’m Sharon, I’ll be your 
waitress tonight. Can I start by getting you something 
to drink?"

"Yes please, bring me a scotch on the rocks, make it a 
double and be sure they use Dewer’s."

"Yes Sir, be right back with your drink."

Frankie watched the sway of her ass as she walked away 
and felt a slight chill. Thinking to himself, Now why 
her, hell Anita is better looking than her, but why did 
I just get that feeling? He sat in his chair and soon 
she was walking with his drink in her hand.

He checked her out and realized that he was looking 
right at her breasts, when she bent down to place his 
drink on the table. She seemed to be holding that pose 
for longer than necessary. His cock started to get 
hard.

As she straightened up, she looked at his face and 
said, "Can I interest you in something to eat?"

He watched as her pinky finger went to her breast and 
moved slowly over the swell of her left breast.

She was getting to him for some reason. "Ah..Yes 
please! I’d like the T-bone dinner."

"Oh that’s my favorite here, she said. How would you 
like that cooked?"

"Medium well please."

"Okay, I’ll put the order in for you, by the way I 
didn’t get your name."

"Frankie, Frankie Pullman."

"Well Frankie, anything you want or need tonight, ask 
me. And I do mean anything too."

For some reason, Frankie was starting to sweat just a 
little as he looked into her face. His cock, for the 
first time in years was hard as a rock from looking at 
a woman. 


Sharon was considered to be "a looker" in her circles. 
Her long red hair, which reached to the middle of her 
back. It was silky and the lights made her hair 
sparkle. She had deep green eyes and a perfect face. 
She was about five-seven in height and her body 
appeared to be sculpted.

As she left to put his order in, he lifted his drink 
and he could not take his eyes off of her.

Frankie watched her as she went to other tables around 
him and she stopped by his and said, "Can I re-fill 
that drink for you?"

"If you would, please."

Bending down, she lifted his glass and let him get a 
good look at her breasts before going to the bar. When 
she returned to the table, she did the same thing, but 
this time she whispered to him, "Do you like them 
Frankie?"

He was caught, but he stammered, "Yes, yes I do as a 
matter of fact."

"Would you like to see me dance Frankie? I can dance 
for you if you want me to."

"I think I’d like that, how much is it?"

"Ten for one dance, but I can do three for twenty-
five."

"Just one for now, would that be okay?"

"Sure Frankie, we have all night if you want."

When the next song started, Sharon stood right next to 
him and she started to gyrate her hips and thrusting 
her breasts at him. Soon she reached behind her and 
slid a zipper down and let the dress top fall to her 
waist.

Frankie was mesmerized by her. When she brought her 
breasts out for him to see, he had to take a quick 
swallow of his drink. They were beautiful, at a 38C 
cup, perfectly round topped with the nicest nipples he 
had ever seen.

As she continued to dance, her hands were all over her 
breasts, making her nipples hard and putting them just 
short of his face.

All to soon for Frankie, the song ended, but he paid 
her and she replaced her top and zipped the dress up.

Taking the ten dollars, she said, "Let me check on your 
food Frankie."

Walking away to get the food, Frankie had to reposition 
his cock in his pants. 

All this bothered him. For years, he hasn’t been able 
to get an erection with his wife. Now this woman has 
got him so hard, he may just cum in his pants. Of 
course he always liked a nice pair of tits, but at the 
gym, he liked looking at other guy's cocks as they 
showered in the open shower area. Now that has always 
put a charge into his cock and he had to sit with a 
towel over him until the guys left.

More often that not, he’d run into a stall and sit on 
the commode and jack off, thinking about all those 
swinging cocks he saw. He wanted to stick one in his 
mouth and taste it. He really wanted to swallow a load 
of cum from a spurting cock. This is what had excited 
him in the past. So why has Sharon got this hold on 
him? He couldn’t figure it out.

He caught her in the corner of his eye, as she returned 
to the table with his food. Again bending over and 
showing off her breasts. She took her time taking the 
plates off the tray and she smiled at him.

"I hope you enjoy your food Frankie. Did you like the 
way I danced for you?"

"Yes Sharon, I did indeed, your very beautiful."

Leaning down again, she said, "would you like to be 
able to hold them in your hands and suck on my 
nipples?"

"Yes, I’d like that, I’d like that very much."

Still bent down, she said, "Is your cock hard Frankie? 
I like a nice hard cock. Would you let me suck your 
hard cock?"

All Frankie could do was nod his head yes.

"Good, cause I can get off in an hour and then we can 
have some fun together. I’ll be back to dance for you 
again in a little while, enjoy your meal."

Frankie gobbled down the food in front of him and soon 
she was there again, taking his glass to get him 
another drink.

"My nipples are hard thinking about me sucking on you 
Frankie, can I dance for you again?"

"Yes, please, I want to see your breasts again."

"Okay, let me fill your drink and I’ll be back to keep 
your cock good and hard."

When she left his sight, he noticed other girls dancing 
at tables for their customers, but none of them did 
anything for him like Sharon did.

Returning to his table, Frankie handed her fifty 
dollars and told her not to leave again until she was 
off of work.
"Oh you sweet sweet man, I’ve got a little under thirty 
minutes now, this should keep me busy until quitting 
time."

At the start of the next song, she once again danced 
for him, teasing him with one breast, then the other. 

Her dress clung to her hips but from her waist up, he 
was held captive. His cock was so hard it almost hurt, 
but he didn’t move to touch her at all. 

After her last dance, she checked her watch and said, 
"okay, let’s square the bill for the drinks and food 
and then I’ll be able to leave. You can wait for me in 
the parking lot, okay."

He counted out the money, handed it to her and stood up 
to go outside and wait for her.

Sharon looked down and saw how hard his cock was 
pushing against his pants. Looking into his eyes, she 
said, "I’ll take good care of that soon enough," as the 
back of her hand brushed against his hard dick.

Frankie walked outside and the cool night air felt good 
on his face. He stood in the lot and waited. After 
twenty minutes he was going to go back inside and see 
what was keeping her, but he heard a voice behind him 
coming from a VW Bug.

"Frankie, I’ll follow you to your place, okay?"

"Okay," he said as he walked to his car and drove to 
the motel. She pulled in right along side of him and 
locked her car and he looked at her.

She had changed into some tight pants, heels and a 
white button down shirt that was opened from the first 
two buttons.

Unlocking the door to his room, he apologized for not 
having anything to drink, as he had not been there long 
before going to Quincy’s.

"There’s only one thing here I want to drink Frankie 
and it don’t come in no bottle," as she sat him on the 
bed. She reached out for his belt and unbuckled it, 
pulling it out of the loops and tossing it aside.

Next she unsnapped his button and pulled the zipper 
down and then she pulled his shoes off and let them 
drop onto the floor. Reaching up again, her hands went 
inside of his pants and she held both sides of his cock 
in her palms.

"Mmmmmmm Frankie, this is what I want. Tell me what you 
want me to do Frankie. What is it you want?"

"Suck my cock Sharon, I want you to suck my cock and 
let me cum in your mouth."

She smiled at him and said, "Yes Frankie, I want to 
shove you cock deep into my mouth and down my throat. I 
want to feel your cum coating my mouth and flowing down 
my throat too."

She pulled on his pants and brought them down his legs 
as he slipped his shirt over his head. On her knees 
between his legs, she lowered her mouth to the large 
hard cock under his briefs. Turning her head to the 
side, she took his shaft in her mouth and lightly 
pressed her teeth on it.

Her hand came up and cupped his nut sack and then she 
took his briefs in her teeth and with her hands pulled 
them down his legs.

Sharon’s eyes brightened as she looked at the eight 
inches of hard cock that had sprung from under his 
briefs. "Oh my God Frankie, that is such a beautiful 
cock, I am going to enjoy this very much."

Her hand held his cock to her face and she flicked her 
tongue over the tip and brought the pre cum to her lips 
and she savored all he gave. Soon the mushroomed her 
was in her mouth and her tongue circled it.

Pulling her mouth off his dick, she licked under the 
head and then she went from his scrotum all the way up 
his shaft and back down again, sucking on his balls. 
She had one large ball in her mouth, rolling it with 
her tongue, as she pumped his cock with her hand. She 
sucked the other ball and then lifted the sack and 
licked underneath it, almost tonguing his asshole.

All Frankie could do was lay on the bed and revel in 
what Sharon was doing to him. Amazed at just the fact 
that he was able to maintain an erection.

Sharon slowly licked up the vein of his cock and once 
again had his cock in her mouth. She loved sucking 
cocks more than anything and this cock was nice and 
big.

Taking in more and more of His cock, she finally had 
the entire thing in her mouth and pushing down her 
throat. She worked her tongue all over Frankie’s dick 
as her head moved up and down the shaft.

Popping the large head in and out of her mouth several 
times, she was devouring this treat.

"Sharon, Oh God Sharon, I’m gong to cum."

"Yes Frankie, cum, Give me all of it."

She began to pump his shaft with her hand and her 
mouth, waiting for her reward. 

Frankie’s cock felt like a bomb going off when he shot 
the first load into her mouth.

"MMMMMMMMM," was all she said.

Again and again he blasted off and she took all of it 
without missing a single drop. She loved the feeling of 
the spurts hitting the back of her throat and the sweet 
taste of his cum.

She held his cock in her mouth until he started to 
soften, then she backed off of it and planted kisses 
all over him flaccid cock and scrotum before she 
reached behind her and untied the top of her dress.

Again Frankie was admiring her beautiful round breasts, 
only this time he placed his hands on them and kneaded 
those mounds. He kissed each nipple and then took one 
into his mouth and sucked on it.

That nipple was hard and about half an inch long and 
thick. He savored the flavor of her breast and then 
moved to the other, 

To his surprise he started to get hard again, so Sharon 
reached down and she took it in her hand and pumped it.
Leaning down a little she said, "Fuck me Frankie, fuck 
me in the ass please?"

With his mouth still attached to her breast, he nodded 
yes.

Sharon moved back from him and moved to the wall and 
shut off the light switch. The room was thrown into a 
pitch black void.

Sharon made her way to the bed and as she did, she 
removed her dress completely and dropped her panties to 
the floor. 

Frankie was waiting there and he felt her get on the 
bed and get on her hands and knees. Moving behind her, 
he felt her ass and fingered her anal passage. Then he 
inserted a second finger and then a third.

He spread her passage wide with his hand, so his cock 
wouldn’t tear her open. Feeling like she was ready, 
Frankie positioned himself and placed the head of his 
dick at the entrance.

It took a little pushing, but his cock head finally 
popped into her ass. A little more effort and he was 
going in smoothly. She was so fucking tight, it almost 
hurt him. He pulled out a little and spit on his hand 
and coated his shaft and slid himself back inside.

"Dam Frankie, it feels like your using a log back 
there."

"Do you want me to stop," he asked?

"No, No, I want you to cum in my ass Frankie."

With that, Frankie moved once again in and out of her 
tight squeezing ass. It seemed that the more he pumped 
his cock into her, the tighter she got.

Both his hands were kneading her ass cheeks and he 
moved one hand around her and was going to play with 
her pussy, but he was surprised again that evening.

Sharon didn’t have a pussy, she had a cock that was at 
least seven inches long and hard as a rock. At first, 
he wanted to stop, then he thought about all cocks he 
had been admiring in the showers, so he wrapped his 
hand around it and started to pump her cock while he 
rammed her ass with his dick. The more he fucked her 
ass, and stroked her cock, he began to really get 
excited and he began to cum in her ass.

"God Frankie, Oh God that feels so good."

When he stopped cumming, he pulled out of her ass and 
flipped her body onto the bed so she was on her back. 
Frankie spread her legs and he brought his face to 
Sharon’s hard dick.

For the first time in his life, he such a hard cock 
into his mouth. He slipped the purple head in and 
lavished it with his tongue for a little while. Moving 
his hand to the shaft, Frankie held it up and he 
lowered his mouth and took in a little more of Sharon’s 
hard rod.

With his other hand he felt for her tit and squeezed it 
softly in his hand as he again played with her nipple. 
The combination of playing with her breast and sucking 
on her cock at the same time was so thrilling to him, 
he gave everything he had to satisfying her.

Sharon was so happy that he didn’t try to kill her for 
the deception, as that is what normally happened when 
they find out she was a he. She had made plenty of 
trips to the hospital for all the cuts and broken ribs 
she got.

But Frankie was different. He was doing a great job in 
getting her to cum.

"Frankie, Frankie, Oh God Frankie," was all she could 
say.

Frankie had been able to take half of her cock into his 
mouth, but his hand was making up for the rest as he 
moved up and down her shaft. He felt her rod start to 
swell just a little as Sharon’s cum ran up the shaft.

She let loose with all that she could as Frankie sucked 
down what he could. His mouth filled quickly and he had 
to come off of her, but he swallowed the juicy cum she 
gave to him as the rest splattered on his chin and 
chest.

Sharon pulled him up her body and she kissed him, 
tasting her cum on his lips. She held his head in her 
hands and began to cry at the same time.

Frankie held her in his arms and let her cry. When she 
finished crying she said, "I’m sorry, I don’t know 
where that came from."

He didn’t say anything, he just leaned in closer and 
kissed her again.

During the night both discussed they’re sexual problems 
and found that they would make the perfect couple. The 
next day Sharon went to Quincy’s and quit her job and 
then she sold her car. She packed her clothes, told the 
landlady she was leaving and wouldn’t be back.

Frankie took all her stuff, packed it into his car and 
they both headed for California.

END

Barber Pole Poke

By Jerry Enright  
 
***

A trip to the barber turns into something more. (MMM, 
oral, anal)

***

My parents separated right after school ended and they 
shipped me off to my grandparents. They live in a small 
town in northern New Jersey; I'd been there one week 
and was already tired of just hanging around the house. 
I missed my best friend, Mark. Just the thought of Mark 
made my cock begin to harden. Damn, I thought, not a 
fucking thing to do. 

"Why don't you get a haircut," my grandmother said as 
she cleared the breakfast table. "I hear they're 
wearing it short again. I never did like long hair on 
men. Sometimes you can't tell the boys from the girls." 

"In California all my friends wear it just this way," I 
said, running a hand through my hair and feeling it 
against the back of my neck. 

"We've got a good barber. His father owned the shop 
until he retired. Your father always went there. Now 
his son Tony runs it. I hear he's even better. Where 
are you going?" 

"Downtown. Just for a walk," I said, as I left the 
kitchen wearing my old tennis shorts, hoping I'd meet a 
friend, although I had noticed that most of the kids 
hung around in pairs and always seemed to be heading 
somewhere only they knew about. 

I wandered down tree-lined streets and passed the 
barber shop with its striped pole, the colors magically 
twisting up and down. 

I noticed that the barber was sitting in one of the two 
chairs reading a Playboy magazine. He was young, 
Italian and well- built. He wore a nylon short-sleeved 
barber's coat, the unbuttoned collar revealing a smooth 
tanned chest beneath a thick muscled neck. The guy 
reminded me of 'Rocky' Stallone. He winked when he saw 
me. I figured the only way to meet him was to get my 
hair cut. What the hell, I thought, It'll grow. 

The bell above the door sounded as I entered. He turned 
and smiled in welcome. "Hi, I'm Tony," he said. "I'll 
be right with you. You can sit in either chair, but 
this one's closer to the fan. Sure is hot out." 

"Yeah," I replied, passing the first chair and noticing 
Tony's hand gripping the leather strap as he scraped 
the razor back and forth. 

"What's your name?" he asked. 

"Lan," I replied. 
 
"You can hang your shirt over there. If you want 
something to read, I've got some magazines," Tony said, 
carefully testing the blade and washing his hands. "You 
want the fan turned up?" 

I sat up in the seat. "No, I'm all right," I said. Tony 
grabbed a fresh cloth, whipped it about like a 
toreador's cape and placed it across my lap. Taking a 
cold towel, he wiped the sweat from my throat, the nape 
of my neck and my hairless chest. He pulled the cloth 
over me and handed me the magazine, opening it to a 
dog-eared page. The photo depicted a blonde with her 
ass up in the air and behind her was a gorgeous stud 
with a hard-on. 

"Nice, huh?" 

"Yeah," I said, feeling Tony's hands now fussing with 
my long, blond hair, pulling the locks gently at first 
and then a bit harder. "How do you want it?" 

"Real short." 

"Too bad. You've got nice hair. I almost hate to cut 
it. You must be new in town. I've never seen you 
before." 

"Yeah, I'm visiting my grandparents for the summer." 

"I guess you liked the picture. You've hot a hard-on. 
You'd better cover up, your cock's showing. Customers 
might come in." 

I blushed as I stretched down the leg of my shorts. 
Then I saw the bulge in Tony's chinos and said, "You're 
pretty hot, too." 

We were now facing each other. Our eyes met, and I 
found my knee was pressing against Tony's crotch, which 
had grown considerably. 

His hand moved up my chest and touched a nipple, but 
just for a moment. "Okay." Tony said as he finished 
cutting. He handed me a mirror, and brushed my back 
saying, "Well, How's it look?" 

"Yeah, I like it," I said, seeing Tony's tough, rough-
hewn face reflected in the mirror. "It feels... cool." 

"You're not in a hurry, are you?" Tony asked, taking 
the money I handed him. "I have some Cokes in the 
fridge." 

"Me? No, no hurry," I said, as Tony shut the blinds and 
put a sign in the window that read, "Out To Lunch." I 
followed him into a back room that was crowed with 
boxes of talcum powder, piles of clean towels, and a 
very old barber's chair, its back down, the leather 
cracked from the sweat of many squirming men's asses. 

Tony anxiously pulled me to him, his large hands 
squeezing my buns, saying "Baby buns. Oh yeah, the best 
kind." He opened the fly of my shorts and pulled out my 
cucumber-sized cock, noting, "A hot young ass but a 
man's cock." Then he took out his own thick, battle-
scared Italian meat and placed them together, his hot 
fingers quickly spreading the sticky juice that flowed 
from both heads. He nibbled at my nipples. There was 
already so much juice on both our cocks and the insides 
of our thighs that Tony had to stop jacking us off or 
we would have cum immediately. 

We both undressed, never taking our eyes off of each 
other's cocks. Tony lifted me up, placed me on the 
barbers chair and spread my legs, first licking my 
balls, then sucking at my erection. As Tony played with 
my asshole, I squirmed with pleasure, whispering 
encouragement, wanting Tony to give it all to me. 

Then Tony climbed onto the chair, his muscular body 
fascinating and arousing me. Tony said, "Don't worry, 
they made things better back then. These old chairs can 
hold a lot of weight." Kneeling above my chest, he 
shoved his throbbing cock into my anxious mouth, his 
heavy balls pressing against my chin. He swung around, 
and we sixty-nined. 

Tony turned me over, kissed my cheeks and licked my 
tender butt, spreading his saliva around, saying, 
"You're all wet now. Just wet enough." He spread my 
asshole and when I felt Tony's large cockhead pushing 
against me, I said, "easy, easy. I've only done this a 
couple of times, and they weren't as big as you are." 

"Hey, leave it to me," Tony soothed, and he moved my 
body this way and that, his fingers rubbing, hands 
massaging, and then I felt him enter me; for an instant 
it hurt, and then it felt right at home. The pleasure 
was almost instantaneous, and I pushed my ass back 
toward Tony's patch of black curly hair so that I could 
feel it all, every inch. 

The chair moved and turned with the plunging and 
twisting. I could see myself in a full- length mirror 
and I could see Tony's face, eyes closed in sheer 
pleasure, his ass never stopping until his prick 
exploded. He slowly withdrew it, then turned me over 
and sucked me dry, my body arching as I came. 

We were both lying in each other's arms, Tony kissing 
me when there was a pounding on the shop's door. I 
stiffened. Tony just kissed me, saying, "Don't worry. 
It's an old friend. He always checks up on me whenever 
he sees the blinds closed. You know, I think you'll 
like him." 

He rose and wrapped a towel around himself. I also 
grabbed a towel and wiped myself. I heard the bell and 
turned to see a burly young Irish policeman enter the 
room, followed by Tony. 

"Nice, hmmmmmm?" Tony was saying as he removed his 
towel and the policeman gave me the once over. 

"Yeah, real nice." 

"he's here for the summer," Tony said, grabbing me and 
pulling me closer, "and he's mine. All mine. Lan, this 
is Jerry. One of the town's three cops." 

Jerry removed his policeman's had, revealing a thick 
crop of red hair. Then he removed his summer uniform as 
Tony's hand groped my basket. The policeman was also 
muscular, with a barrel chest, massive thighs, muscular 
arms, and a thick patch of red hair framing his long, 
uncut dick. 

"Get up on the chair," Tony ordered Jerry in an 
authoritative voice he hadn't used with me. "And on 
your stomach. I want my baby to have some of that ... 
pig ass." 

Jerry did as he was told. Tony mounted the lowered 
chair where Jerry's head rested, grabbed his ass and 
pulled him up toward him, shoving his now hard cock 
into Jerry's mouth. He reached down, spreading his 
asshole, and motioned for me to mount the chair and the 
cop. I stared for a moment at the cop's ass as Tony's 
fingers dug about in his hole, and then I shoved my 
cock inside. 

"Yeah, you do what I say, right Jerry?" Jerry nodded, 
not daring to stop sucking Tony's thick-veined cock as 
I pounded away, now twisting my cock this way and that 
so as not to miss an inch of Jerry's smooth tunnel. 
Then Tony said, "I want ass. Let's switch." He quickly 
wiped my dick off with a wet towel before Jerry grabbed 
my cock and began kissing it. 

Then I watched Tony's cock slip easily into the cop's 
hole, saying "Yeah, you got it nice and hot for me, 
kid. Nice and wet." Soon we were all moving together, 
writhing in the chair. Tony raised Jerry's butt high 
enough so he could reach under and play with his hard, 
distended cock dripping with pre-cum. 

"Take him," Tony said. I fell to my knees in front of 
Jerry, Tony still keeping his cock deep in Jerry's ass. 
I licked the big balls, then grabbed his dick and 
sucked until Jerry climaxed. 

I swallowed the hot eruption. We paused, catching our 
breath in the hot, stuffy room. 

As Jerry dried himself off and dressed, Tony held me, 
kissing and feeling me. As Jerry Left, Tony called out 
to him, "Hey, you're about due for a haircut. And by 
the way, this kid's mine, remember!" 

All the way home, I thought of Tony. I decided small 
towns weren't so bad after all. I had the whole summer 
with Tony to look forward to. As I entered the house, 
my grandmother said, "Your mother called. She said you 
could come and stay with her." 

"No way," I said. "I like it here."

END

Ball Punching Brother

by Little Bob (address withheld)

***

A story about ball busting sport and the joy of getting 
it in the nuts repeatedly. (MM, v)

***

Bob is a little guy only 5'6" and 140 pounds, but he 
loves to fight and the dirtier the better. He works out 
at a boxing gym in a sleazy part of town. It is a small 
gym frequented mostly by Hispanics, some blacks and 3 
or 4 Anglos. The action in the ring is unusually rough 
partly because the "ref" doesn't care but mainly 
because the fighters like that way. Some of the 
fighters revel in using low blows against another boxer 
and winning fights with them.

Bob is one of the best low punchers in the gym and all 
of the other fighters has felt the force behind his 
ball shots even though they wear "foulproof cups." 
Several of the Mexican boxers really get off on trading 
low blows with another fighter. They fight as often as 
they can in the ring with just a jock no cup. When Bob 
tangles with them, he too doesn't wear a cup. He 
usually wins by out fouling them and absorbing more 
ball shots than they can. 

Bob has been fighting for as long as he can remember, 
being from the wrong side of the tracks. The neighbor 
in the poor part of Chicago where he was raised, it was 
either fight or die, so Bob learned to fight at an 
early age, about 9 to be exact. He had an older 
brother, Mike, who was 2 years older than himself and 
also had learned to fight at a young age. 

Mike and Bob often rough housed together and were quick 
to learn about the weak points of the human body, the 
eyes, throat, nerve centers and their balls. Mike was 
on the high school boxing and football teams and he 
often got to put his knowledge to practical use. Going 
for the other's balls whenever possible taught both of 
them how to protect their family jewels and how to 
crack the other guy's nuts. They kept up their 
brotherly fights until Mike graduated from high school 
and joined the marines when he was 19. 

While Mike was in the marines he often wrote Bob about 
the fights in the barracks and showers. He explained 
them in great detail, how similar they were to the way 
that he and Bob had practiced. And how the winner was 
the one that got to the other's balls first, either 
with his hand, knee or foot, with a nut cracking claw 
being the most common and effective. The marines had to 
be careful when they fought because the D.I.'s might 
put them in the brig or have them discharged. 

When Mike was on leave he returned home to be with Bob. 
They talked long into the nights about the fights that 
they had either gotten into and won (they never lost), 
and what tactics they had used to defeat their 
challengers. When they weren't reminiscing they were 
fighting, with Mike showing Bob some of the new tricks 
that he had learned. But they both concentrated on each 
other's balls, punches, kicks and nut claws all being 
freely used. 

Both of them had tough nuts and even the marines 
couldn't change that. They both got off with their 
renewed ball bashing and as they traded stories of 
their fights. For two weeks they continued to work out 
and work each other's balls over. Continuing their ball 
toughing and fighting techniques. 

After Mike had returned to the Marine base, Bob had 
found the boxing gym. He had joined it with the hope of 
learning how to box, but it didn't take him long to 
find out who were the ball bashers amongst the members. 
When Mike called late one night, Bob told him of his 
discovery, a boxing gym where fighters actually 
practiced dirty fighting tactics and used them openly. 

Mike's cock sprang to attention when he heard this and 
made Bob promise to take him there on his next leave. 
Bob eagerly agreed. It would be two months before Mike 
would get another 2 week leave, but he couldn't get the 
thoughts of fighters openly fighting for the other's 
balls. 

Bob was working out 3 times a week, keeping in great 
shape, and practicing his favorite pass time punching 
another man in the balls. The constant challenges and 
no blows barred fights made him very aggressive and he 
was thankful that Mike had trained him so well. He 
reminded Mike of this every time they exchanged letters 
or phone calls. 

Mike was glad that his little brother had learned his 
lessons so well and was putting them to good use. There 
was a large variety of sparing partners at the gym but 
Bob gravitated towards those that fought the dirtiest. 
He became friends with several of them, three of the 
dirtiest Mexican fighters. All four enjoy sneaking up 
on each other and punching the other's balls with their 
fist, gloved or not. They enjoy feeling their knuckles 
dig into another man's balls and watching him double up 
in agony. 

Bob always beat the others but even Bob would succumb 
to a solid well placed ball shot occasionally. He 
recovered more quickly than the others because his nuts 
had been toughened by years of low blow fighting with 
his brother, starting in junior high school. Bob and 
the three Mexicans have also had private bare knocks 
low blows only bouts after hours, in jocks without 
cups. Frequently they have had to stop and allow their 
hard-ons to subside before continuing. 

Bob got a hard-on every time he unsuspectingly got it 
in the balls, in the locker room, shower or in the gym, 
but not in the ring or during real fight. In a real 
fight he gets rock hard only after he has punched the 
other guy's balls into submission. 

The four ball bashers traded off fighting with each 
other until the competition reached the point that they 
decided to schedule a "championship" fight. The "rules" 
were simple, NONE. Anything goes, no gloves, no cups or 
jocks and no fouls, just two naked studs fighting it 
out bare knucks to see who was the best and dirtiest 
fighter. 

Secretly they talked to anyone who looked interested, 
with more that ten competitors it would take several 
weeks before the final bout. The four ball bashers 
wrecked havoc on the less talented dirty fighters. Low 
blows rained supreme with the upper cut between the 
legs being the best and most destructive, followed by 
the knee lift. Fighter after fighter was eliminated 
until it came done to Bob and Pedro. 

Bob and Pedro had fought many times before. Bob had 
never lost, but Pedro usually put up a hell of fight. 
Bob never escaped unscathed, Pedro always managed to 
sink his fist into Bob's balls several times during 
their bouts. But he never knocked him out with a ball 
shot or cracked his nuts. In the locker room or showers 
they always traded ball shots, their bare knuckles 
slamming into each other's balls no matter who was 
there or watching. 

But now everything was on the line, "The Dirtiest 
Fighter of the Gym," and the looser's ass. All of the 
challengers were present, it was warm tonight and they 
were all stripped to waist. Their hard muscular bodies 
shimmering with a light layer of sweat that washed over 
their solid pecs and washboard stomachs, to drip into 
their jocks and shorts. 

The crowd is getting restless. Most are adjusting their 
battered balls in their tight jocks and stroking their 
hard dicks in anticipation of the hottest fight of the 
year. Bob and Pedro climb into the ring, face each 
other and slowly remove their robes exposing their 
naked bodies. Their hard cocks are pointing towards 
ceiling and their balls are hanging loosely between 
their hard muscular legs. Their cocks sway from side to 
side as they step to the center of the ring. 

The bell rings, there is only one round without time 
limit or a finish. Bob and Pedro circle each other 
slowly until Bob throws a left jab and follows it up 
with his right instep. Pedro is caught off guard as 
Bob's instep slams into his crotch, and smashes his 
balls. 

Fortunately for Pedro his balls have grown tougher over 
the last two months because Bob and his interest in low 
blows. As Pedro starts to fold up Bob steps forward and 
throws an upper cut aimed at Pedro's chin, but Pedro's 
straight left reaches his balls first. Pedro's knuckles 
slam into Bob's balls and they are both in mild agony. 

Bob recovers first as usual. He jumps behind Pedro, 
pushes his shoulder forward making Pedro loose his 
balance and spread his legs. Bob takes immediate 
advantage of Pedro's luckless position and hammers an 
upper cut between his legs. Bob's fist connects with 
Pedro's balls. His knuckles dig into Pedro's soft 
flesh, slamming them forward and against his stiff 
dick. 

Pedro falls on his face, his hands riveted to his 
crotch, clutching his balls. Pedro is in big trouble 
but this fight isn't over yet. The crowd is screaming, 
half for Pedro to get up and half for Bob to finish him 
off. All of them have one hand shoved deep into their 
trunks, clutching their balls in sympathy with Pedro 
and squeezing their balls vigorously while they stroke 
their hard cocks. Bob is going finish of Pedro as 
quickly as possible. He likes Pedro. He wants to beat 
Pedro but he doesn't want to totally destroy his 
manhood unless absolutely necessary. Bob is going to 
win or so he thinks. 

Pedro his still on his knees, his balls are on fire. 
Bob straddles his left leg and takes aim with his right 
hand, preparing to drive another upper cut to Pedro's 
hanging fruit. Pedro sees Bob's feet, one on each side 
of his left leg, suddenly Pedro snaps his left heel up. 
Pedro's aim is a little off but his heel connects with 
Bob's crotch and balls. Bob falls backwards and lands 
on his butt. Now his hands are tightly pressing against 
his balls and clutching his hurt nuts. 

Pedro turns to face Bob, they are both on their knees. 
Their hands are cupping their racked balls, but their 
eyes are trained on the other's manhood. Slowly they 
crawl towards each other, until they are almost nose to 
nose. Bob is the first to strike. He drives his fist 
into Pedro's groin seconds before Pedro strikes his 
balls. They are now trading punch for ball busting 
punch. 

Their knuckles are digging into the other's manhood, as 
they use their left hands go grab the other by the neck 
to brace themselves as their assault continues. Again 
and again they trade punches, their fists slamming into 
inflamed tissue. Instead of just straight punches, Bob 
twists his fist on impact and grinds his knuckles into 
Pedro's balls. Pedro his grinding Bob's nuts as well 
and even Bob's tough nuts are beginning to swell from 
the constant hammering. 

Both Bob and Pedro are suffering from agonizing pain as 
their balls are bashed and smashed. Bob's superior 
conditioning saves him, with one last mighty right 
upper cut to Pedro's balls, Bob knocks him out. Pedro 
collapses in a heap of ball busted fighter, his manhood 
will take two weeks to recover. 

Bob is declared the victor. As he stands over the still 
unconscious Pedro, Bob starts to pump his mighty cock. 
He runs his hand over its entire length until his 
battered and bruised balls release their scrambled load 
of cum to spatter on the prostrate Pedro. It takes Bob 
one week to recover from the championship fight. When 
he returns to the gym he is hailed a hero and presented 
with a gold plated cup, the engraving reads "To the 
toughest pair of balls in the world!" 

But today there is a new face in the gym, Steve, a 6' 
185 pound blond haired blue eyed hunk. He has heard of 
the gym from his friends and he wants to find out for 
himself just how "bad" these fighters are, and be 
initiated into their ranks. 

Steve enjoys a good street fight where there are no 
fouls and anything goes. Fighting dirty has been second 
nature to him ever since he got jumped by punkers when 
he was still in grade school. They beat him up real 
bad, blacking both of his eyes, punching his gut, 
kicking him in the balls repeatedly but not breaking 
any bones or doing him any permanent damage. Several 
weeks later when he had recovered they jumped him 
again. But this time they were in for a big surprise, 
Steve's older brother.

Jeff had taught him a few tricks on how to defend 
himself. Jeff was on the high school varsity water polo 
and wrestling teams. In both sports your balls are 
protected only by a thin layer of cloth and they get 
worked over frequently by an opponent. Jeff likes 
having another stud go for his balls, then he has an 
excuse for attacking their balls unmercifully until 
they submitted. 

Jeff loved to get into cock and ball fights. He has 
beaten so any of the other jocks in school that very 
few of them will fight him. But when they do fight, 
everyone circles around to watch and get a roaring hard 
on, as the two jock studs go for each other's low 
hanging balls. 

They slap, punch, grab, and kick each other's balls 
until one either quits or gets knocked out. When Steve 
got beat up, Jeff cared for him. But when Steve showed 
Jeff his young tender balls and what the three punks 
had done to him, Jeff went into a rage. Jeff wanted to 
take the three apart all by himself, but Steve said "I 
want to be there and help!" That is when Jeff began to 
teach Steve how to fight. Jeff stripped and told Steve 
to fondle his low slung balls, to feel the tough 
leather sac that held and protected them. 

When Jeff said "Now punch my balls as hard as you can 
with your fist." Steve was caught off guard by his 
brother's strange request, and only tapped Jeff's balls 
lightly. Jeff looked at Steve, grabbed his balls 
roughly, and said "You can do better than that. Now 
punch my balls, hard! Or I'll make you even sorrier 
than you are now!" 

Steve punched Jeff's balls again and again, while Jeff 
continued to grip his balls. He drove his fists harder 
and harder into Jeff's balls until they were swinging 
wildly between his legs almost reaching the crack of 
his ass. Steve was watching Jeff's face for a sign of 
pain, but all he saw was pleasure, as cum began to drip 
from Jeff's now rigid cock. Jeff straddled Steve's legs 
and ordered his brother to kick him between the legs. 

Steve was starting to enjoy working on his brother's 
manhood while Jeff continued to squeeze and knead his 
balls. Steve soon realized that Jeff was in second 
heaven as he bashed away at his balls. When Jeff's ram 
rod cock shot cum all over Steve's naked gut and chest, 
they both sighed in relief. Jeff laid down on the bed 
next to his little brother and released his balls. 

Then Jeff rubbed the cum all over Steve's tight young 
body and fondled his battered balls. Jeff said "As soon 
as you are well, I'm going to toughen your balls like 
mine, teach you how to fight and then we'll take care 
of those three punks that jumped you!" 

Steve recovered sufficiently in three days that Jeff 
began training his brother. Steve had always looked up 
to Jeff and now his brother was going to teach him all 
that he had knew, especially dirty fighting and ball 
bashing. For two weeks Jeff and Steve worked out 
together secretly, after school in the park and at 
night in their basement were Jeff had built his own gym 
and training arena. Steve learned quickly, because Jeff 
was a good instructor, and they both enjoyed being 
close to each other. 

After the two weeks Steve was not as good as his 
brother but he was well on his way to equaling him. 
They both got frequent hard-ons from their fights, and 
they took turns getting each other off. Steve had fully 
recovered from the earlier beating. Jeff knew that 
Steve had learned how to fight well enough, so they 
went after the three who had attacked Steve. 

Jeff followed Steve as he walked into the same area 
where he had been attacked. It didn't take long to find 
the three bullies, and one of them stood up and blocked 
Steve's way. The other two stood up and surrounded the 
smaller Steve as Jeff closed from behind. They began 
pushing Steve between themselves, when suddenly Steve 
punched the biggest one in the balls. 

The uppercut caught the punk by surprise and he bent 
over in agony, clutching his balls. The other two punks 
grabbed Steve's arms and held him up. Steve kicked at 
their legs but he couldn't reach their balls with his 
foot. Jeff came up behind the punk on Steve's right and 
jammed his hand between his legs. Jeff slapped his 
balls with a resounding smack and dug his fingers into 
the levis clad groin.

Jeff squeezed the punk's balls, slipped a half nelson 
on him and picked him up by his crotch adding to the 
force attacking his balls. This broke the hold on 
Steve's right arm. Steve spun to his left and swung his 
knee around the punk's right leg and slammed it into 
his balls. Then Steve grabbed the punk in a bear hug 
and pumped his right knee into his crotch and balls, 
again and again. The two big punks were crying in pain 
as the two brothers worked their balls over. 

Jeff continued to squash the one's punk's balls with 
his strong fingers while his brother switched from 
using his knee to using his hand. Steve drove his hand 
into the waist of punk's levis, shoving it deeply into 
his crotch. When Steve found his balls, he too dug his 
fingers into the punk's sac, using the nut claw that 
Jeff had shown and demonstrated on him many times. The 
third punk had recovered form Steve's nut cracking 
upper cut and seeing his two buddies in big trouble 
charged at Jeff. 

Steve saw him first and lashed out with an instep kick 
that landed between his legs and slammed into his 
balls. The impact lifted the punk off of the ground. 
Jeff rotated the punk that he was holding by the balls 
and slammed him down over his bent knee and knocked the 
wind out of him, then he turned his attention on the 
third punk. 

Steve's kick had knocked most of the fight out of him 
but Jeff was going to finish him off. The third punk 
was bent over clutching his aching gonads when Jeff 
drove an upper cut into his hands and smashed them into 
his balls again. Jeff moved quickly behind the third 
punk, shoved his hand into his levis and found his 
balls. Jeff fingers were stronger than the punks and he 
was able to force the punk's fingers away from his hurt 
nuts. Then Jeff dug his fingers into the punk's sac, 
his thumb splitting the twin orbs as he clamped his 
fingers shut. With the punk locked in a nut claw, Jeff 
lifted him bodily off of the ground by his balls. 

The twin nut claws were so effective that both the 
punks passed out within 30 seconds, joining the third 
in the land of unconsciousness. With the three punks 
out of commission Jeff stepped between their legs and 
stomped his foot into their undefended crotches, giving 
them their just desserts. Steve wanted a piece of the 
action and when Jeff was finished he drove his toes 
into the remains of their manhood. 

While he is working out, Steve sees Bob trading low 
blows with Pedro. Steve likes to fight against little 
guys, especially the ones that fight hard and dirty. 
Bob seems to be a first class candidate. Soon Steve 
realizes that most of fighters when they spar really do 
fight dirty and use low blows to weaken their 
opponents. His cock is straining at the mesh of his 
jock and his juices are beginning to soak through the 
fabric of his boxing trunks. 

Bob is a cocky little son a bitch and loves to fight 
with bigger men. The taller they are the easier it for 
him to punch their nuts once he gets inside their 
reach. Bob favors the upper cut because he can bring it 
up under their crotches and rack their balls even if 
they are wearing a cup. Bob notices that this new guy 
is watching him while he spars and that he has a 
distinct bulge in his shorts. Bob thinks that maybe 
this new stud is a little shy, so he just walks up to 
him and introduces himself. "Hi, I'm Bob." Steve is 
surprised but replies, "Nice to meet you, I'm Steve." 

With the formalities over with Bob asks Steve if he 
would like to spar a little bit? Steve is over whelmed, 
and they quickly move off to one side of the gym. They 
start their semi-private bout by keeping their blows in 
legal territory. As their practice continues their 
blows get lower and lower until Bob punches Steve's 
balls. Steve yelps with the sudden shock but he returns 
the favor to Bob's balls. 

While they spar, they start trading fight stories. 
Along with the words they demonstrate the tactics that 
they used to attack the other's balls. Half an hour 
later both of their trunks have large wet spots in 
front of their groins because they can hardly contain 
their enthusiasm or emotions. They know that they are 
turned on to the other and when Bob suggests that they 
head for the shower Steve is close behind. Their 
lockers are near to each other. Slowly they removed 
their sweat soaked shirts, slip off their gym shoes and 
socks. They slid their trunks down from their waists 
and over their thighs, and stand facing each other 
wearing only their bulging jocks. They move nearer to 
each other, their eyes riveted on the other's jock clad 
basket. 

When they are with arms reach they lightly punch the 
other's balls. Then Steve slides his hand over Bob's 
crotch and fondles his balls. Bob returns the grope, 
but he squeezes Steve's balls with his strong finger 
and massages them. Steve's head falls back as Bob works 
on his balls and Steve begins to squeeze Bob's balls 
using an equal amount of force. The gentle squeezes 
become harder and harder as the two fighters are turned 
on even more. Bob works Steve's jock down over his 
muscular legs exposing his cock and balls. 

Steve quickly strips Bob of his jock and they are both 
naked, hard and ready. They walk into the showers and 
adjust the water temperature, as they continue where 
they left off. Steve slaps Bob's balls with his open 
hand and traps them in his fist. Bob drives his hand 
into Steve's balls and locks his fingers around his 
loose sac. They release each other's balls and begin to 
trade ball slaps. Harder and harder they slam their 
hands into the other's nuts. But instead of forcing 
their hips back they push their hips closer together 
until their stiff dicks are almost touching. 

Neither is willing to concede and they slap each 
other's balls until they both quit at the same time. 

END

Bad Weekend Gone Good

by Animalman91 (address withheld)

***

A guy gets caught smelling his room mate's underwear. 
(MM, oral, anal, fetish)

***

Hello, I am Bill and I am a junior at Bixby University. 
I am also in a fraternity (in case you wondered, it is 
Gamma Alpha Upsilon). Any way, it was a typical weekend 
around our frat house I was bored as usua, everybody at 
the house had gone home and there were about 3 people 
there for the weekend. 

I was horny as hell (as usual). Usually I would just 
jerk off to a pair of my room mates underwear. He wears 
jockeys and they smell SO good. I can only imagine his 
hot cock pressed tight inside them. Sometimes I can 
smell a faint whiff of shit on the back of them where 
his tight, hot little ass sits all day... and they 
always smell like his sweat. But he went back to Utah 
for the weekend (and took his laundry to be washed).

So this weekend I was without a pair of jerk of 
material. I figured I would just spank it off, take a 
shower and then go off and watch TV, but then it 
occurred to me that there were OTHER cute guys in the 
house I fantasized about, and their underwear might be 
just as available as my roommates, since everybody was 
gone this weekend. I had SEVERAL guys in mind, so I 
left my room and went across the hall. Alas, this cutes 
hunks underwear were nowhere to be found (he took 
laundry home for mom too apparently). 

Then I though for a second, one of the guys that was 
new this semester, a young, muscular, and VERY, VERY 
cute guy, was staying this weekend, but he had 
supposedly gone out to eat (that is what he told me). I 
thought in the past about stealing a pair of his to 
sniff while stroking my cock, but then figured it 
unwise, but NOW? 

So I go upstairs and pop open the door, fully expecting 
the room to be deserted... but nope. Guess who was 
laying on their bedroom couch with his legs spread 
open, a hard-on, and a pair of underwear over HIS face, 
which he QUICKLY stuffed between the cushions?

"Oh god man PLEASE don't tell on me!", he says as he 
covers himself.

"I'm not going to tell on you..." I said as I closed 
his door behind me. "What the FUCK are you doing 
anyway? And WHAT did you stuff between the cushion of 
that couch?"

"Nothing man, just a tissue."

"Yeah right, if you want me not to tell, you better 
SHOW me what that is!"

So he shows me that it is a pair of underwear and I 
asked him whose it is. He at first said it was his 
underwear, but I told him I knew better than that. 
Nobody does their OWN underwear. He had a cute 
roommate, a thin, wiry, little guy who took a bath 
about 3 times a week... and who always smelled fine (as 
far as underwear sniffing might go... nice and sweaty 
and MASCULINE). So I figured that's whose they were. I 
told this guy if he didn't tell me WHOSE THEY WERE I 
was going to rat on him. So he finally fessed up that 
it was his room mates underwear and that he does it all 
the time. 

We talked for a few minutes and he eventually told me 
HE was gay and that he regularly sniffed guy's 
underwear all over the house, including mine. So I was 
very surprised, and told him that I had actually come 
up to grab a pair of HIS. Then we promised to prep our 
underwear for each other by wearing them for at LEAST 
two days, working out in them, leaving DEFINITE brown 
stains in the back, and a few nice drops of cum 
whenever possible. 

Just to make the whole thing fun, we also decided that 
it would be cool to SWAP underwear (i.e. wear each 
others sometimes) . I actually love doing this, as it 
keeps me in a nice hard-on all day long (he wears silk 
bikini underwear... I normally wear briefs, but he 
likes bikini so I went out and bought some just for 
him).

Well, after we talked about underwear and the sort, we 
decided that just jerking off and sniffing underwear 
was not going to do it for us at that particular 
moment. So I told him I would very much like to get him 
off and swallow his whole load of cum, if he didn't 
mind of course. I told him to put his roomies underwear 
over his head COMPLETELY and asked him if he had any 
lubricant. He says "top drawer left".

Now I have never fisted anybody before, but I always 
jerk off about the idea, so I told him I was going to 
fist him, and he said he always wanted to try it (but 
he was a little scared!) I rubbed lubricant all over my 
hand and his ass (we put a towel under him to keep his 
couch clean), and then I stuck a finger up his ass. I 
told him not to touch his cock at all, I was going to 
get him off by massaging his prostate with my hand. 

I started to move my pointer finger in and out of his 
ass and told him to just breathe nice and deep through 
those underwear (and man was he breathing... I wanted 
really to smell the sweet breath coming out of those 
cute, innocent boys lips, but I was BUSY). Then I 
managed to work another finger into his ass, I decided 
to put one finger from each hand in his asshole so I 
could slowly pry his asshole apart, and it worked too. 
As I gently massaged his sphincter, I could feel it 
loosen up, and I could hear his moans increase. 

His hips started to gyrated, his breathing increased, 
he pushed off the couch to push my finger deeper into 
his ass, and he grunted. He also tried to grab his 
cock, but I slapped his hand away and said NO! It was 
off limits. I told him to pinch his nipples (which were 
VERY nice on him BTW; large, round, maroon in color and 
VERY hard right now... I want to suck on them... but 
still, I was busy). 

After I got two fingers in him I switched back to one 
hand, his ass was quite loose now and I pointed my 
entire hand into the pointed little shape that I do 
when I do this to myself in the shower. I pressed it 
hard into his ass and it almost went up to my last set 
of knuckles. He was really moaning now, he kept telling 
my to, "PUSH IT ALL THE WAY IN! FORCE IT!" he screamed. 
But I didn't want to hurt him, just make him cum. 

I decided to put more lube on my hand because his 
little asshole was taking a lot of stress, I also put 
some lube on his cock, balls and chest. I just wanted 
to look at his lubed cock and I like to see a nice 
glistening muscular chest as well. I mean I was doing 
the work here right? Why shouldn't I have something 
nice to look at!?

After that I decided to force my hand a little harder 
than before into his ass, the help of his gyrating hips 
made it a lot easier, because in a few minutes, my 
whole hand was inside his ass. I was actually up to my 
wrist inside him, and he was moaning like a banshee! 
The inside of his ass was SO warm and soft, and I could 
feel his asshole tightening around my wrist. His moans 
made me so happy. This boy was enjoying himself a LOT, 
and I did it to him! 

He kept thrusting his weight down on my hand to make me 
go deeper inside up. So I lubed my self up to the elbow 
(I hadn't done this before and didn't know how far I 
could go... so I was going to be prepared!) 

I actually only got up to about three inches past my 
wrist before I decided to stop, he was screaming loud 
enough and sweating like a hog, he wanted to come 
really bad, I could tell, so I fingered around till I 
found his prostate and started to work on it. I went 
slow at first then I just decided to go as fast as 
possible, I massaged it about as fast as I can jerk 
myself off, and man was HE liking it! Hyper-ventilating 
through his room mates underwear and THRUSTING himself 
onto my fist.

Pretty soon he stopped for a second, and his ass closed 
tight around my writs... I could feel his prostate 
ripple (and the rest of him shuddered as well) and then 
his load of hot cum shot out of his cute, hard, 17 year 
old cock, ALL OVER the chest I had just lubed for him! 
Oh it was so nice looking at his fresh out of high 
school and into college swimmers/weight lifters chest 
all oiled up with a beautiful drops of pearly white 
semen all over it! I could have cried!

After I pulled my hand out of his ass I asked him if he 
would mind too terribly if I could lick his hot cum off 
his chest and nipples (and suck the rest out of his 
cock), of course he said it was okay.

"You made me feel FINE man, go ahead... you deserve 
it!"

And I had my treat, his hot, thick teenage cum slid 
down the back of my throat like butter, and while I 
gently licked it off his nipples, he stroked the back 
of my head and told me how much he has been waiting for 
this time to come, man was this nice!

When I cleaned him off he told me it was MY turn, 
because as he told me "You know, YOU haven't cum yet... 
but you're going to soon... and YOU'RE not going to use 
your hands either!"

Oh JOY!

My Bad Boys – an Bisexual MMF Sexstory

I didn't think it was possible, but Mark had been a
very naughty boy. Again.  It wasn't enough that I had
punished him once...or twice...it just seemed that he
could never get enough of it.  Maybe he was just lonely
and thought that any attention he could get would be
worth it.  So I would be more than happy to oblige him.

   I heard the knock on my apartment door at exactly the
moment I told him to arrive.  When I didn't answer, I
knew he would use his key and let himself in, thinking
he would be surprising me.  Little did he know!

   He opened the door and walked inside...to find me
topless, on the floor in front of the sofa with my
friend Tony's head buried between my breasts.  I smiled
up at Mark and he froze.  For a minute I didn't know
what to do, he just stared, as if he couldn't believe
his eyes.  

   Tony glanced up, smiled, and went back to licking
my nipples, nuzzling them and sucking on them.  He
was incredibly handsome, but not as handsome as my Mark.

   Tony looked like an Italian statue, black hair, dark
eyes, olive skin, a perfect contrast to my fair man
from Michigan.

   "What...?" began Mark, starting to get angry, but
I stopped him.

   "Come here, you," I said quietly.  He obeyed and
walked over to me, staring hard at us as Tony began
to slip my panties down.  He looked so jealous!

   "Who's your friend?" he asked shortly.

   "Our friend," I corrected, tugging at his belt and
pulling him down to his knees.  I kissed him hard, our
tongues probing hungrily, and within minutes, he was
naked, too.  Tony grinned at him and began to gently
lick my tummy, slipping his tongue down between my
thighs to my hardened clit.

   Mark kept kissing me, his rod rock hard in my hand
as he watched Tony work me with his mouth.  Tony was
stiff, too, with a cock as big as Mark's but not as
thick.  

   I was moaning in no time, watching carefully to see
what Mark was going to do.  I wasn't too surprised to
see him keeping a careful eye on Tony.  

   Tony stopped licking me just short of an orgasm and
rested back on his knees to watch as I continued to
stroke Mark.  He rubbed my pussy roughly with one hand
and stroked his cock with the other.  Mark wasted no
time in taking Tony's place with his mouth between my
legs, tasting me and licking me the way I needed to be
licked.  He knew me so well.

   He placed his hands under my ass and raised me up to
his mouth, lapping and nipping gently at my clit and
swollen lips.  I was going crazy, moaning and panting.
Within seconds, I flooded his mouth with my juice and
he moved up over me, sliding his hard-on into my waiting
pussy.

   He began to thrust into me and within seconds I felt
like I was going to come again.

   Mark's eyes were closed and he didn't see Tony moving
around in front, his stiff cock jutting out from him.
It touched Mark's lips and he flicked out his tongue,
thinking it was my fingers against his lips.  His mouth
fell open in shock when he saw that it was Tony's hard-
on, and Tony was quick to slide his big dick into Mark's
waiting mouth.

   For a minute I thought Mark was going to pull away
or bite off Tony's dick, but he didn't!  He never missed
a beat pumping me as he began to suck hard on Tony's
erection.  He looked like he knew what he was doing,
his cheeks indented from the suction.

   Tony was moaning hard and I knew he was close to
coming.  I reached up and rubbed his balls as he slid
in and out of Mark's mouth, and I could feel Mark's
balls slapping against my ass as he pounded into me.

   Within seconds, Tony's cum spurted from his cock
into Mark's mouth, running down his chin and dripping
onto my breasts.  That did it for Mark--he moaned loudly
and shot a load deep into me, collapsing on top of me
with Tony's cock still lolling in his mouth.

   I came at the same time, my pussy clenching at Mark's
still hard cock.

   We didn't talk for a few minutes, but finally,
smiling,  Mark said, "So when do I get my punishment?"

   After that the three of us became a regular thing, I
even set up a delayed camera and got some great shots of
us. I have enclosed one for the world to see. Yes I know
that it's mean of me, but then, I don't care.

Outpersonals Reviews from Members

volvo09 said
while surfing last nite I came across the hottest guy from Nashville. You know he wasn’t extraordinary in any way but I was so turned on by his pic as he lowered his white shirt down just above his bare ass. We chatted on IMC for awhile and my cock was rock hard and dripping with excitement. I felt my heart racing which I suppose is a little wierd for just a chat encounter. He’s about 500 miles from me but I want to go see him so bad I’m going to make point of swinging through Nashville on my next trip north. Its funny, I viewed dozens of really hot guys this past week but this guy really lit me up. I guess chemistry is still alive and well. I hope everyone can find their hot guy on here. It takes alot of looking.

 

VanyaVanya said
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But of most importance, OP has given me a voice as an openly gay, proud, Midwestern, hairy, husky, nearly-50-year-old man! Thank you, OP, for letting the real Vanya-Vanya stand up!

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Angrycoc83 said
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A Memorable Fourth Cock

by Hornyalias (hornyalias@hotmail.com)

***

A true story, just a month old, of a married man’s 4th
bisexual encounter – but first happy experience. (MM)

***

I would like to tell all the readers of my 4th bisexual
gay experience, which occurred a few weeks ago in
Spain, whilst on vacation with my wife and 2 children.

Why 4th? Because after finally confronting my inner
feelings at 37years of age, married for 16 years, with
2 children, the first 3 experiences were just that – an
experience. Nothing special, certainly nothing relaxed,
planned or erotic, just snatched chances, that happened
so quick and were over before I had time to
‘appreciate’ things. All 3 resulted in me on my knees
sucking a cock, and on 2 occasions I had my cocked
jerked off. However, nothing glamorous or worth sharing
with this fine site.

The 4th is.

The holiday: 2 weeks at a Spanish Island, hotel with
about 1000 guests, 3 pools, 3 bars, and hot!

The sequence of events, as best as I can recollect, of
this fantastic event.

On day 1, we went poolside and grabbed our sun beds. It
was damned hot, so we took refuge under umbrellas, with
shades on. The kids were soon wet, wife soon
sunbathing, I was checking on the talent available.
Nothing much struck me, a couple of stunning ladies
wandered past, one topless, one not, but a promising
start.

As I perused the other sun worshippers I noticed 2
couples with healthy tans. Both couples looked late
50’s easy, oiled up, all 4 looked in shape. Shape – it
was this that made me look in detail. One of the men
had a brief set of Speedos on, and even on his back,
his cock and balls certainly stood out. I couldn’t help
but stare, and so it began. Whenever he stood, I would
stare, I made sure we got beds close enough, I just
couldn’t take my eyes of his packet.

All my fantasies regarding bisexual lustings have
always revolved around me kneeling in front of a big
cock and pleasing it. I have no wish to kiss another
man, merely to please him. I don’t crave having my cock
sucked by a man, but the 2 jerk offs weren’t too bad.
But I do want to kneel and serve a big cock, and deep
down, want to get fucked by one, although my own ‘self
pleasing’ sessions with large dildos certainly made me
wary of such an event!

After a few days I always made sure whenever he cooled
off in the pool, I did. He wasn’t much of a swimmer,
just liked to stand and cool off in shoulder deep
water. I wore goggles due to contact lenses, and quite
often swam towards him to admire the bundle, it was
outstanding.

And so it went on for a week, me trying not to stare,
but hypnotised by the site, and full of fantasies,
often laying on my hard cock at awkward moments.

I’d assumed that with my sunglasses and goggles my
admiring stares would be un-noticed.

The first Saturday, our 8th day, changed that thought,
and my sexual experiences in life so far, completely.

It last late morning, kids were in the pool over one
side, Mr. Cock was over the other, I did my innocent
swim routine. Pool was really quite, change over day at
the hotel we had realised.

As I swam towards him, he had his hands on his hips.
Suddenly, he pulled his trunks down, and released his
cock and balls from their nest. I can see that moment
mentally now, his big cock (bigger soft than mine is
hard) and huge balls free and in glorious colour. I
nearly chocked and shot up for air, noisily, about 2
foot away from him.

He’d spoken to me as I cleared my self and flipped my
goggles off, I only caught the broad Scottish accent,
but not the words. I looked at him and said ‘excuse
me?’. He then spoke the like altering words. ‘Are you
happy you’ve seen it, if you want to see it again, room
2082, 30 minutes, but you’d better be ready to more
than just look at it?’ I couldn’t speak, just nodded.

Cue mind spin. I climbed out of the pool and laid on my
blanket, he did similar. I checked the time, already
thinking of what I needed to do. He got up and left his
party, leaning into speak to his I assume wife. He took
his towel with him. I watched the clock, couldn’t get a
hard cock through nerves, I felt so sick! I told my
wife I was off to the shops, did she need anything, she
did ask for something which even now I can’t remember.
I grabbed my towel, and took the long walk.

Several minutes later I was knocking nervously on 2082.

I could hear the shower running inside, which I was
grateful for, I always wanted to suck a clean cock,
which none of my previous briefs suckings had been.

I knocked again, and needed a 3rd effort, much louder.

The door sprung open. He just barked ‘in’ to me. I
jumped and almost ran in. Whilst he was my height, I
could see now he was very broad, slightly plump very
naked, and with a semi hard huge cock, with 2 large
balls hanging very low underneath. He was also wet from
his shower. He gestured to the room inside and I duly
went. He disappeared back into the bathroom. 20 seconds
later he was back, he put a bottle of something next to
the bed (I hadn’t twigged what that was, but I sure
won’t forget it, it saved my life!).

He then stood in front of me. ‘Kneel, suck, do not stop
until you have filled your mouth with my cum, then show
me it, I will tell you when to swallow, understand?’
Fuck did I. I fell to my knees, wrapped both hands
around it (I’ve measured it our since and I think his
cock was between 9 and 10 inches long, and 5 inches
thick), and dreamily closed my mouth over the end. I
began to tongue it, put as much of it as I could over
the end, which in truth wasn’t a lot, I haven’t
mastered the art of deep throating.

Over the next 10 or so minutes I did everything I
wanted to do if I ever had time, and all I had
practised on my big plastic dildo, that sticks to walls
etc. I teased the end, wanked the shaft slowly,
twisting my hands, cupped his balls, massaged them,
worked up and down his shaft, I looked him in the eye,
lust just took over.

At one point he held my head and began fucking my
mouth, now this is actually harder than the porn stars
make it look, and not altogether an enjoyable
experience. I tasted his pre-cum. I took hold of his
cock again, wanking him harder, teasing him with my
tongue on the end of his big red cock end. I looked him
in the eye, and spoke, ‘Please cum in my mouth, please
let me swallow your cum, please shoot this cock off in
me!’

Well, it was all I’d dreamed off, and I was amazed how
much harder his cock became, I could tell he was
getting ready to cum, so I slowed my hand speed down to
barely moving, I placed my mouth over the end of his
cock, firmly onto my tongue, all the things I love my
wife to do. It took a good few seconds of the slow hand
movements, but then fuck! he near drowned me.

Another major difference between a big rubber cock and
a live one – there is real hips attached to the real
one, as fast and as hard as I tried to keep up with the
flow, he began small fucking thrusts, making me milk
his cock with the hard ‘O’ shape I had formed around
it, I had to swallow some cum to survive, but when he
finally pulled his cock out, I immediately looked up
and showed him his handy work.

He made me stick my tongue out, then told me to swallow
it, as he jerked the last bits of cum to the end of his
cock, and put it back in my mouth. I finished him off,
and cleaned every bit of the glorious cock he had
allowed me to suck. Finally he pulled away. What now,
cue awkward silence…

He walked to the desk over the other side of the room.
He poured himself a neat Jack Daniels, and downed it,
dipping the end of his cock into the glass first. He
then told me to stand up, strip off. I did, my cock
hard, but puny next to that beast. He told me to sit on
the bed and wank myself off. I did, and I shot my load
in under a minute flat, nearly passing out, cum all
over my stomach. His cock was rock hard again when I
looked at him.

He walked towards me, and told me to suck him slowly. I
did, rolling his skin back gently to suck his big cock
head. He then told me to lie on my stomach… I began
to wonder where this was going. He pulled the pillows
out from the made bed, and made me put my hips on them,
I was bent over, my ass exposed – I was going to get
fucked here… now cue panic.

I began to offer slight resistance verbally, pointing
out that cock was rather large. He smacked my ass cheek
so hard and told me to shut the fuck up. The bottle he
rested earlier was now being emptied into his hands. He
bent down behind me and slipped a lubed finger into my
ass, I clenched, he slapped again several times, no
words this time. I relaxed. He stood near my head and
made sure I could see him lube that cock up. Then he
was behind me.

Between my legs, 2 fingers fucking. His cock now
resting along the crack on my ass, the tip twitching on
my lower back. He told me to open my cheeks, I did, and
I made sure they were well spread. Then it started. He
pushed his cock head into me, though it felt like a
bat. Then out – the out bit felt fantastic. Then in,
more pressure, and I can’t gauge how much was in,
suffice to say I felt more stretched than at any point
before. And so he built up, speed, pressure, hands
gripping my cheeks hard, until he was fucking me like
an animal.

I just relaxed as best I could, and began to enjoy it.
I turned my head, and I could see us in the full length
mirror wardrobes – damn, I’d only just noticed them, I
could have watched myself suck him off. Instead I
watched myself be fucked by a huge cock. I could tell
he was barely half in by looking, not feeling.

He fucked me at good pace for a good time, not
surprising given the orgasm I’d already given him.

Then he froze, deep deep inside me, and I felt his cock
spasm, and a sensation of release. He stayed there for
a moment.

He climbed off me, dismissing me completely. ‘Get your
shorts and towel and fuck off,’ he spat in his broad
accent. I climbed to my feet, very wearily, my ass
stinging as it closed itself up. I pulled my shorts on,
checked for my room key, picked up my towel and walked
out, I didn’t look back.

I went to my room, by the time I got there I had cum
slipping out of my ass, now there’s a weird sensation.

I quickly showered my lower half and stomach, spending
some time on my ass. I ran to the shops and bought some
evidence of why I had been gone, running back, very
uncomfortable ass, sweating in the heat.

When I got back to my bed, they were all having ice
creams, barely noticed I had been gone.

I crashed out, my heart freezing when my new conqueror
re-appeared.

I wasn’t sure what would happen next, would it happen
again, how would he react.

He was there for another 3 days, and never made eye
contact with me again!

But I’ll always remember my 4th cock, no matter where
this journey takes me.

Thanks for reading.