Yup. But until 28, I'm going to fantasize all day about the boys growing increasingly impatient and urgent and they start to caress and explore each other while waiting for their shot with her....
Another weekend with the guys
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Chapter 28: Another Player
I realized I didn’t even know her name; she’s Avery’s wife. I didn’t feel the need to ask, or even to talk to her. She seemed absorbed by the attention she was getting. She sighed excitedly. Patting her pussy, the slapping noise was slightly comical rather than arousing.
There was a dance to the way everybody moved around. Avery’s wife was in charge in the sense that she allowed herself not to be in charge. She surrendered herself to whatever push we gave her. Jason stood in front of her, his muscles taut and visible in the warm light. He pushed her gently, she stepped back carefully. The edge of the bed was there, but she was unsure how far removed it was. When she reached it, she stopped. She smiled at Jason with a defiant look in her eyes. We all looked at them, waiting for the next move.
Jason grabbed her shoulders. I could tell by the way he held her that he was not gentle. He pushed her onto the bed. She allowed it. I noted that there was a slight fakeness to the way she let herself land on the bed. She was still wearing her heels. She lifted her legs. Jason ran his hands up her legs, her inner thighs, then back down to her knees, her calves, her ankles. He carefully removed her shoes. He massaged her feet. She bit her lower lip and threw her head back. Her hair was getting undone, it was starting to look messy and wild.
Jason kissed the soles of her feet, licked her toes, and sucked on them gently. I never quite understood the appeal, but watching her enjoy the moment was more important. She motioned for Luke and Bobby to come to her. Not a single word, just gestures, looks, and hopeful smiles. They obeyed and climbed onto the bed. Bobby on one side, Luke on the other side. Bobby’s hand instantly moved towards her body, feeling her, circling her bare skin with his fingers. His tenderness was noticeable. Luke was less subtle; he reached for her tits. There was no gentleness there. He cupped them, squeezed them. She motioned for them to move closer upward. Both brothers were on their knees with her in between. They faced each other. Mike stepped over to where I was standing. We looked at the scene unfolding before our eyes.
She moved her head to Bobby, and with her hand, she guided his dick to her mouth. She sucked him. The position was not ideal to get the most out of a blowjob, but this wasn’t so much for the physical sensation as it was for the fantasy. Bobby’s dick was hard as a diamond. The exposed glans pointed forward. She sucked him off while holding his base with her fingers. I noted that she used her fingers, not her entire hand. I associated it with humiliation. Bobby’s dick was too small for her to use her entire fist. It shot pleasure through my brain.
She switched, still holding on to Bobby’s dick, to Luke. Luke was larger than his brother. He had a decently sized dick. She held his with more than a couple of fingers. She held the base of his cock with her whole hand. She slurped at his dick. Licked it, took it into her mouth. Luke looked down at her, then at his brother. Gave him a please nod as his hand ran over his chest. He squeezed his own nipple. I could see that it was as hard as his dick. He enjoyed it.
Bobby smiled back at his brother as he now massages her tits. She stopped sucking Luke, gasped for air, and began to jack him off. Her mouth opened, her tongue out as if she was ready for his cum. She stroked fast. She went back to sucking him off, drew back again for breath. She smiled. She then turned back to Bobby. This time, she let go of Luke’s meat. She shifted her position, rolled her upper body slightly to Bobby’s side. Her hands gripped his butt, and she drew him closer to her. She swallowed his dick with passion and sucked hard. Her head bobbed up and down as she clenched his ass. Bobby hissed something. Luke looked at his brother, his hand shot forward as he caressed his brother’s chest.
“Yeah, bro,” he whispered. I expected Bobby to react, but Bobby didn’t seem to mind. He folded his hands behind his head and allowed himself the pleasure of getting the attention. Avery’s wife made slobbering noises. The drugs prevented Bobby from orgasming, but the drugs heightened the sensations of the moment. I was jealous.
I watched Jason. He had stopped licking her feet, was now working his way to her wet cunt. He tickled her with his fingers. It looked stupidly clumsy. He spread her out to get a good look at what she had going on. There was a roughness to how he handled her. She didn’t seem to mind, but I had remembered how she had responded to Bobby’s skillful handling of her cunt.
Jason spat on it, then slid a finger inside, feeling her, touching her on the inside. He pulled out, licked it clean, and moved it between her lips again. It slipped in with ease. He spat again. I saw the spittle drip down. He used a second finger. Slowly, he pressed the second finger against her entrance. He pushed gently, and she moaned with a mouth full of cock. His finger slid into her. I watched him move his fingers slowly. She seemed tight.
Jason spat a third time. Fingered her quicker now. Pulling his fingers nearly out, then pushing them back in. I heard a noise, skin hitting skin. It was Luke, slapping his brother’s chest, an encouraging act.
Jason cleared his throat and removed his fingers. She quivered as he exited her. He pulled her closer to the edge of the bed; as a result, she let go of Bobby’s dick. Bobby didn’t seem to mind. He instantly started playing with his pecker. “Fuck, that was good,” he whispered.
Avery’s wife was positioned perfectly for Jason. He held her legs and placed one on his right shoulder, and the other on his left shoulder. His hands were around her waist. He pulled her closer to him, her ass nearly over the edge of the bed.
He looked at her and smiled. She giggled and tried to find a more stable position by resting on her arms. She looked at Jason as he stood between her legs. He gave her a nod, and she gave him a nod. He moved forward, pushing his dick against her wet cunt. He looked down, and I watched a thick glob of saliva drip onto her pussy.
Jason pushed himself against her. There seemed to be some resistance, but he pushed harder and slid his manhood into her. His dick disappeared into her cunt, sliding in all the way. There was no pause, he pushed himself evenly into her warm wetness till he couldn’t push any further. There was a slight whimper. Jason grunted.
“Fuck, that feels nice,” she moaned. “Yeah, slow, like that. Pull it out, put it back in. Yeah. Fuck yeah.”
Jason did as he was told to. He slowly pulled out. His dick sprang free. He waited for a second. Looked at us, smirked arrogantly. He pushed again, slowly, but with more force. When he reached his maximum, he pulled her by the waist, a short burst of action. He grunted, she moaned again.
He fucked her like that, pulling out, slowly sticking it back in. Pushing himself deep into her. My dick throbbed painfully. I wanted to be Jason, but I’d fuck her better than he could. I’d fuck her deeper, my dick was more deserving than his, the animal inside of me growled. I felt sidelined. I wanted to see some action.
I watched Mike place his hand on Jason’s shoulder as he fucked her. He looked down over his shoulder. Jerking lazily on his dick. “Fuck her, yeah, fuck her good,” he whispered. “You like that? Huh?”
She turned to look at me. Motioned for me to take place next to her. I knew it was my turn for a blowjob. I felt my heart pound in my chest. I stepped onto the bed. Went on my knees, much like Luke and Bobby had done before. She touched me, guided me to take a different position. Clumsily, I stood up. I stepped over her with one leg. I let myself lean forward. My dick hung in front of her lips, while Jason was behind me fucking her gently.
I hovered my dick in front of her. With one hand, I slapped my dick against her lips. She smiled and winked, and opened her mouth. I pushed my dick down at an angle so that she could suck on it. Her mouth felt warm and wet, but I felt her teeth. The angle wasn’t optimal.
I whispered, “Do you think you can handle this?”
She nodded and lifted her head a little to swallow more of me. The angle didn’t allow her to get all of my cock inside. There was frustration building as I desperately wanted to ram my cock into her throat and make her gag. The image of Mike’s mouth around my member flashed in my head again. I wanted her to feel all of me. I wanted her to prove to me that she sucked better cock than Mike.
I shifted my position again, this time I was able to feed her my entire length, but it would take its toll, I figured. She opened her mouth. I smiled at her. She stuck out her tongue and licked the tip. She moaned as Jason kept fucking her: “Fuck my mouth, fuck my mouth, yeah, go on, you can fuck my throat, big boy.”
It took all of my sanity not to go all out on that invitation. My mind swam with the promise of giving her the roughest throat fuck she had ever experienced. My massive shlong was just bruising the back of her throat, making her gag, making her beg me to stop my relentless fucking.
I moved deliberately and slowly, allowing her to adjust. I lowered my dick into he mouth and she instantly closed her lips around it. Her tongue moved lazily. I wasn’t even halfway in when she began to gag and cough. I pulled out. She looked into my eyes. “Sorry,” she whispered.
We tried again, this time I got in deeper. Again, she gagged and coughed. She wiped her face clean with her hand. She was more forceful in her command. She closed her eyes. I pushed deeper. I could tell by her expression that she was trying her best, but she was struggling. A pained look, but she swallowed her coughs and her gags, till she couldn’t do it. She pulled her face away with quite some speed. Tick ropes of slime connected my dick with her mouth and chin. She smiled at me with bloodshot eyes. “Fuck, that’s a challenge.”
I felt someone give me an encouraging clap on my back. I rubbed the slime all over my dick like it was the best lube. I crawled off the bed. Jason was no longer fucking her.
She slid off the bed and sat there on her knees.
I heard the door open. Avery walked in without saying a word. None of us said anything. We just waited and looked at him. He smiled at us, but focused more on his wife. He took off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. He stepped to the back of the room and watched us. Kneading his crotch with his hand. His pants were a loose fit; if he had an erection, it was hidden by the generous fabric.
Avery’s wife looked back at him. She gave a tiny, almost imperceptible nod. She gave him an obvious smile, warped it into an arrogant smirk, and then turned her attention to us.
“I want to get fucked real good, real hard. I need your fucking cocks inside of me. Fuck me like real men.”
On hands and knees, she crawled to Mike. Obedient, but hormonal and greedy, like a bitch in heat. She begged him for his cock. He fed it to her. I watched her struggle, not with his length, but with his girth. The rest of us jacked our cocks as we stared at her sloppily working her wet mouth on Mike’s dick.
“Fuck yeah,” she hissed eagerly as she came up for air. Her eyes were red and watery. “Look at that fucking huge cock. You know what to do with that, don’t you? Fucking feed it to me!”
She was a lot more vocal now that her husband had entered the room, a little bit too vocal. She was performing for him. Mike grabbed the back of her head and forced her to gag on his erect cock. He held her there, and she coughed with his dick in her mouth. It was an uncomfortable, almost painful-sounding cough. I watched spittle and snot. Mike pulled her by her hair. She gasped for air, she corrected herself, grinning madly at him as he forced her to look up at him. Mike smirked back at her, then shot a look over Avery. Without taking his eyes off Avery, he forced her to swallow him whole again. She gagged. Mike grinned. Avery smiled, slipping a hand into his pants. I could see him massaging his junk. His shirt hung open. He was surprisingly slender, with an athletic tone, but slender nonetheless. I noted how hairy his body was. Black and thick curly hair covered him.
I heard her gag again, heard her gasp for air. I looked over at Mike, watched him bend forward and kiss Avery’s wife hard. She kissed him back.
As far as I could tell, we were complete. The five of us, Avery and his wife. It meant that we had finally begun playing the game for real. The rules were mostly hidden from us, the boundaries seemed self-imposed, but I knew that whatever limits there were, they were temporary. Avery and his wife were the game masters here; their fantasy dictated how far we were allowed to go. I wasn’t sure if I agreed with this turn of events, but there was no way of putting the genie back in its bottle. I just hoped that they were willing to cross the line, because I was aching to push beyond my own limits. I wondered how far I was willing to go, and realized that I had already gone further than I had ever thought possible.
“Line up, boys,” Avery’s wife sang, her voice raspy and damaged. She was still on her knees. Her hair was now completely undone. She looked like a woman possessed. My animal side enjoyed the prospect of no-holds-barred fucking, using her like a slab of meat.
We lined up, our backs turned towards the bed. Avery watched us. A naked line-up as his wife directed us. She looked over her shoulder back at him. She laughed at him mockingly. He played with himself helplessly. Hand still in his pants.
Jason was the first one, followed by Bobby and Luke. I stood next to Luke, and Mike closed our little line-up. We stood close to each other. Our thighs and shoulders were touching. I felt Luke move his arm as he jerked his cock.
Avery’s wife crawled to Jason. He swung his dick around; it was nearly erect. She moved forward. Rubbed her tits, squeezed them. Stared up at Jason. She stuck out her tongue. She grasped his dick, and like she had with Bobby’s cock, she used her fingers more than her palm. She jacked him off and then sucked him till he was fully hard. She moaned. She made large movements, making it look like she was giving him the wildest blowjob. She stopped, moved to Bobby, and gave him the same treatment. After Bobby, it was Luke’s turn, then mine, and finally it was Mike’s turn.
Avery watched us, stared at us. He slipped his shirt off, then his pants. He stood there across the room from the five of us. He was naked. I thought he looked weak, standing there alone. I squinted and studied him. He had dark nipples; they were hard. He pinched his left nipple with his right hand while he pulled his balls down with his right hand. His balls were impressively large and hung low. Jason, or had it been Mike, wasn’t lying when he had said that Avery wasn’t one of the bigger players. His circumcised cock was short and, due to his dark pubes, looked even less impressive. The head poked out. From my position, I couldn’t tell if he had the smallest dick in the room, but it wouldn’t have surprised me.
I felt Mike’s hand on my back as he moved closer to me. He turned a little, and our dicks nearly pointed at each other. We formed a little V as Avery’s wife tried to suck both of us at the same time. Mike’s thickness was impressive next to mine, but I thought I held my own. I placed a hand around Mike’s shoulder, and we both looked down at her. She tried, but wasn’t successful. She sucked us off, one first, then the other, then back again. I turned my head and was surprised to see Mike staring at me. He looked pleased. He winked and smiled, and I smiled back at him.
“Yeah, that’s right,” He hissed softly at her. “Fucking work this meat. Fucking earn it. Yeah.”
She slobbered loudly.
I realized I didn’t even know her name; she’s Avery’s wife. I didn’t feel the need to ask, or even to talk to her. She seemed absorbed by the attention she was getting. She sighed excitedly. Patting her pussy, the slapping noise was slightly comical rather than arousing.
There was a dance to the way everybody moved around. Avery’s wife was in charge in the sense that she allowed herself not to be in charge. She surrendered herself to whatever push we gave her. Jason stood in front of her, his muscles taut and visible in the warm light. He pushed her gently, she stepped back carefully. The edge of the bed was there, but she was unsure how far removed it was. When she reached it, she stopped. She smiled at Jason with a defiant look in her eyes. We all looked at them, waiting for the next move.
Jason grabbed her shoulders. I could tell by the way he held her that he was not gentle. He pushed her onto the bed. She allowed it. I noted that there was a slight fakeness to the way she let herself land on the bed. She was still wearing her heels. She lifted her legs. Jason ran his hands up her legs, her inner thighs, then back down to her knees, her calves, her ankles. He carefully removed her shoes. He massaged her feet. She bit her lower lip and threw her head back. Her hair was getting undone, it was starting to look messy and wild.
Jason kissed the soles of her feet, licked her toes, and sucked on them gently. I never quite understood the appeal, but watching her enjoy the moment was more important. She motioned for Luke and Bobby to come to her. Not a single word, just gestures, looks, and hopeful smiles. They obeyed and climbed onto the bed. Bobby on one side, Luke on the other side. Bobby’s hand instantly moved towards her body, feeling her, circling her bare skin with his fingers. His tenderness was noticeable. Luke was less subtle; he reached for her tits. There was no gentleness there. He cupped them, squeezed them. She motioned for them to move closer upward. Both brothers were on their knees with her in between. They faced each other. Mike stepped over to where I was standing. We looked at the scene unfolding before our eyes.
She moved her head to Bobby, and with her hand, she guided his dick to her mouth. She sucked him. The position was not ideal to get the most out of a blowjob, but this wasn’t so much for the physical sensation as it was for the fantasy. Bobby’s dick was hard as a diamond. The exposed glans pointed forward. She sucked him off while holding his base with her fingers. I noted that she used her fingers, not her entire hand. I associated it with humiliation. Bobby’s dick was too small for her to use her entire fist. It shot pleasure through my brain.
She switched, still holding on to Bobby’s dick, to Luke. Luke was larger than his brother. He had a decently sized dick. She held his with more than a couple of fingers. She held the base of his cock with her whole hand. She slurped at his dick. Licked it, took it into her mouth. Luke looked down at her, then at his brother. Gave him a please nod as his hand ran over his chest. He squeezed his own nipple. I could see that it was as hard as his dick. He enjoyed it.
Bobby smiled back at his brother as he now massages her tits. She stopped sucking Luke, gasped for air, and began to jack him off. Her mouth opened, her tongue out as if she was ready for his cum. She stroked fast. She went back to sucking him off, drew back again for breath. She smiled. She then turned back to Bobby. This time, she let go of Luke’s meat. She shifted her position, rolled her upper body slightly to Bobby’s side. Her hands gripped his butt, and she drew him closer to her. She swallowed his dick with passion and sucked hard. Her head bobbed up and down as she clenched his ass. Bobby hissed something. Luke looked at his brother, his hand shot forward as he caressed his brother’s chest.
“Yeah, bro,” he whispered. I expected Bobby to react, but Bobby didn’t seem to mind. He folded his hands behind his head and allowed himself the pleasure of getting the attention. Avery’s wife made slobbering noises. The drugs prevented Bobby from orgasming, but the drugs heightened the sensations of the moment. I was jealous.
I watched Jason. He had stopped licking her feet, was now working his way to her wet cunt. He tickled her with his fingers. It looked stupidly clumsy. He spread her out to get a good look at what she had going on. There was a roughness to how he handled her. She didn’t seem to mind, but I had remembered how she had responded to Bobby’s skillful handling of her cunt.
Jason spat on it, then slid a finger inside, feeling her, touching her on the inside. He pulled out, licked it clean, and moved it between her lips again. It slipped in with ease. He spat again. I saw the spittle drip down. He used a second finger. Slowly, he pressed the second finger against her entrance. He pushed gently, and she moaned with a mouth full of cock. His finger slid into her. I watched him move his fingers slowly. She seemed tight.
Jason spat a third time. Fingered her quicker now. Pulling his fingers nearly out, then pushing them back in. I heard a noise, skin hitting skin. It was Luke, slapping his brother’s chest, an encouraging act.
Jason cleared his throat and removed his fingers. She quivered as he exited her. He pulled her closer to the edge of the bed; as a result, she let go of Bobby’s dick. Bobby didn’t seem to mind. He instantly started playing with his pecker. “Fuck, that was good,” he whispered.
Avery’s wife was positioned perfectly for Jason. He held her legs and placed one on his right shoulder, and the other on his left shoulder. His hands were around her waist. He pulled her closer to him, her ass nearly over the edge of the bed.
He looked at her and smiled. She giggled and tried to find a more stable position by resting on her arms. She looked at Jason as he stood between her legs. He gave her a nod, and she gave him a nod. He moved forward, pushing his dick against her wet cunt. He looked down, and I watched a thick glob of saliva drip onto her pussy.
Jason pushed himself against her. There seemed to be some resistance, but he pushed harder and slid his manhood into her. His dick disappeared into her cunt, sliding in all the way. There was no pause, he pushed himself evenly into her warm wetness till he couldn’t push any further. There was a slight whimper. Jason grunted.
“Fuck, that feels nice,” she moaned. “Yeah, slow, like that. Pull it out, put it back in. Yeah. Fuck yeah.”
Jason did as he was told to. He slowly pulled out. His dick sprang free. He waited for a second. Looked at us, smirked arrogantly. He pushed again, slowly, but with more force. When he reached his maximum, he pulled her by the waist, a short burst of action. He grunted, she moaned again.
He fucked her like that, pulling out, slowly sticking it back in. Pushing himself deep into her. My dick throbbed painfully. I wanted to be Jason, but I’d fuck her better than he could. I’d fuck her deeper, my dick was more deserving than his, the animal inside of me growled. I felt sidelined. I wanted to see some action.
I watched Mike place his hand on Jason’s shoulder as he fucked her. He looked down over his shoulder. Jerking lazily on his dick. “Fuck her, yeah, fuck her good,” he whispered. “You like that? Huh?”
She turned to look at me. Motioned for me to take place next to her. I knew it was my turn for a blowjob. I felt my heart pound in my chest. I stepped onto the bed. Went on my knees, much like Luke and Bobby had done before. She touched me, guided me to take a different position. Clumsily, I stood up. I stepped over her with one leg. I let myself lean forward. My dick hung in front of her lips, while Jason was behind me fucking her gently.
I hovered my dick in front of her. With one hand, I slapped my dick against her lips. She smiled and winked, and opened her mouth. I pushed my dick down at an angle so that she could suck on it. Her mouth felt warm and wet, but I felt her teeth. The angle wasn’t optimal.
I whispered, “Do you think you can handle this?”
She nodded and lifted her head a little to swallow more of me. The angle didn’t allow her to get all of my cock inside. There was frustration building as I desperately wanted to ram my cock into her throat and make her gag. The image of Mike’s mouth around my member flashed in my head again. I wanted her to feel all of me. I wanted her to prove to me that she sucked better cock than Mike.
I shifted my position again, this time I was able to feed her my entire length, but it would take its toll, I figured. She opened her mouth. I smiled at her. She stuck out her tongue and licked the tip. She moaned as Jason kept fucking her: “Fuck my mouth, fuck my mouth, yeah, go on, you can fuck my throat, big boy.”
It took all of my sanity not to go all out on that invitation. My mind swam with the promise of giving her the roughest throat fuck she had ever experienced. My massive shlong was just bruising the back of her throat, making her gag, making her beg me to stop my relentless fucking.
I moved deliberately and slowly, allowing her to adjust. I lowered my dick into he mouth and she instantly closed her lips around it. Her tongue moved lazily. I wasn’t even halfway in when she began to gag and cough. I pulled out. She looked into my eyes. “Sorry,” she whispered.
We tried again, this time I got in deeper. Again, she gagged and coughed. She wiped her face clean with her hand. She was more forceful in her command. She closed her eyes. I pushed deeper. I could tell by her expression that she was trying her best, but she was struggling. A pained look, but she swallowed her coughs and her gags, till she couldn’t do it. She pulled her face away with quite some speed. Tick ropes of slime connected my dick with her mouth and chin. She smiled at me with bloodshot eyes. “Fuck, that’s a challenge.”
I felt someone give me an encouraging clap on my back. I rubbed the slime all over my dick like it was the best lube. I crawled off the bed. Jason was no longer fucking her.
She slid off the bed and sat there on her knees.
I heard the door open. Avery walked in without saying a word. None of us said anything. We just waited and looked at him. He smiled at us, but focused more on his wife. He took off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. He stepped to the back of the room and watched us. Kneading his crotch with his hand. His pants were a loose fit; if he had an erection, it was hidden by the generous fabric.
Avery’s wife looked back at him. She gave a tiny, almost imperceptible nod. She gave him an obvious smile, warped it into an arrogant smirk, and then turned her attention to us.
“I want to get fucked real good, real hard. I need your fucking cocks inside of me. Fuck me like real men.”
On hands and knees, she crawled to Mike. Obedient, but hormonal and greedy, like a bitch in heat. She begged him for his cock. He fed it to her. I watched her struggle, not with his length, but with his girth. The rest of us jacked our cocks as we stared at her sloppily working her wet mouth on Mike’s dick.
“Fuck yeah,” she hissed eagerly as she came up for air. Her eyes were red and watery. “Look at that fucking huge cock. You know what to do with that, don’t you? Fucking feed it to me!”
She was a lot more vocal now that her husband had entered the room, a little bit too vocal. She was performing for him. Mike grabbed the back of her head and forced her to gag on his erect cock. He held her there, and she coughed with his dick in her mouth. It was an uncomfortable, almost painful-sounding cough. I watched spittle and snot. Mike pulled her by her hair. She gasped for air, she corrected herself, grinning madly at him as he forced her to look up at him. Mike smirked back at her, then shot a look over Avery. Without taking his eyes off Avery, he forced her to swallow him whole again. She gagged. Mike grinned. Avery smiled, slipping a hand into his pants. I could see him massaging his junk. His shirt hung open. He was surprisingly slender, with an athletic tone, but slender nonetheless. I noted how hairy his body was. Black and thick curly hair covered him.
I heard her gag again, heard her gasp for air. I looked over at Mike, watched him bend forward and kiss Avery’s wife hard. She kissed him back.
As far as I could tell, we were complete. The five of us, Avery and his wife. It meant that we had finally begun playing the game for real. The rules were mostly hidden from us, the boundaries seemed self-imposed, but I knew that whatever limits there were, they were temporary. Avery and his wife were the game masters here; their fantasy dictated how far we were allowed to go. I wasn’t sure if I agreed with this turn of events, but there was no way of putting the genie back in its bottle. I just hoped that they were willing to cross the line, because I was aching to push beyond my own limits. I wondered how far I was willing to go, and realized that I had already gone further than I had ever thought possible.
“Line up, boys,” Avery’s wife sang, her voice raspy and damaged. She was still on her knees. Her hair was now completely undone. She looked like a woman possessed. My animal side enjoyed the prospect of no-holds-barred fucking, using her like a slab of meat.
We lined up, our backs turned towards the bed. Avery watched us. A naked line-up as his wife directed us. She looked over her shoulder back at him. She laughed at him mockingly. He played with himself helplessly. Hand still in his pants.
Jason was the first one, followed by Bobby and Luke. I stood next to Luke, and Mike closed our little line-up. We stood close to each other. Our thighs and shoulders were touching. I felt Luke move his arm as he jerked his cock.
Avery’s wife crawled to Jason. He swung his dick around; it was nearly erect. She moved forward. Rubbed her tits, squeezed them. Stared up at Jason. She stuck out her tongue. She grasped his dick, and like she had with Bobby’s cock, she used her fingers more than her palm. She jacked him off and then sucked him till he was fully hard. She moaned. She made large movements, making it look like she was giving him the wildest blowjob. She stopped, moved to Bobby, and gave him the same treatment. After Bobby, it was Luke’s turn, then mine, and finally it was Mike’s turn.
Avery watched us, stared at us. He slipped his shirt off, then his pants. He stood there across the room from the five of us. He was naked. I thought he looked weak, standing there alone. I squinted and studied him. He had dark nipples; they were hard. He pinched his left nipple with his right hand while he pulled his balls down with his right hand. His balls were impressively large and hung low. Jason, or had it been Mike, wasn’t lying when he had said that Avery wasn’t one of the bigger players. His circumcised cock was short and, due to his dark pubes, looked even less impressive. The head poked out. From my position, I couldn’t tell if he had the smallest dick in the room, but it wouldn’t have surprised me.
I felt Mike’s hand on my back as he moved closer to me. He turned a little, and our dicks nearly pointed at each other. We formed a little V as Avery’s wife tried to suck both of us at the same time. Mike’s thickness was impressive next to mine, but I thought I held my own. I placed a hand around Mike’s shoulder, and we both looked down at her. She tried, but wasn’t successful. She sucked us off, one first, then the other, then back again. I turned my head and was surprised to see Mike staring at me. He looked pleased. He winked and smiled, and I smiled back at him.
“Yeah, that’s right,” He hissed softly at her. “Fucking work this meat. Fucking earn it. Yeah.”
She slobbered loudly.
Chapter 29: Crossing a boundary I never really had
She was very complimentary in the way she handled us. Praising us, begging, obeying unspoken commands, but also directing us, ordering us, without making it sound like an order. She crawled onto the bed, her bed, Avery’s bed. She touched herself, giving us a show. Her hand slipped between her legs, and she fingered herself.
She pointed at Jason, and I thought about how Jason was always the first one, him and Mike. It made sense; they were known to her. Jason climbed onto the bed and lifted her legs. Much like the first time he fucked her, he pushed himself into her moist cunt. She groaned, and there was a tiny squeal as he entered her. There was a slowness to his rhythm. I stared at his back, tense and wet with sweat. His buttocks moved gracefully, with a fluidity that was impressive. He slipped out, plunged back in. She moaned. He repeated it twice, then stopped and exited her. Bobby was next. He positioned himself between her legs. Jason stood next to him, staring down between her legs at Bobby’s hard dick as he fucked her. Boby’s technique was different, his strokes less deep. He fucked faster, pumping away at her cunt with his little pecker. I moved closer to them, so close that I could feel Bobby’s warmth. I smelled his sweat. I did what Jason was doing. Standing next to Bobby I looked down at how he was fucking her pussy. I placed my hand on his back, an encouraging gesture.
I whispered: “Yeah, fuck her, man, fuck her.”
I watched how he increased his pace, slamming into her. She was wet. I saw his little pecked slide between her lips. Heard his balls slap against her. She moaned to the rhythm of his strokes. A little exhaled sigh whenever he pushed as deep as he could into her. He was sweating, and I saw it drip from his forehead. His face was red, and his chest heaved. He stopped suddenly, catching his breath. He spat on her cunt. The moment he pulled out, she plunged two fingers into her slit. Slopping in and out, occasionally playing and teasing her clit.
Luke replaced Bobby, who moved to where Jason had stood, giving him the view of his brother’s manhood and a cunt that was about to get fucked. I looked and smiled at Bobby, who ran a hand through his wet hair. He gave me a pleased and cocky little nod. Luke fumbled, his dick not quite hard.
“You’ve got this, little bro,” Bobby said.
Luke pushed, but his dick slid upwards between her raw, red lips. His second attempt resulted in another miss. Bobby surprised me when his hand shot down and guided his brother’s dick into the right position. He held it as Luke thrusted forward, sliding into the wet opening between her legs. Bobby’s hand lingered slightly, then he moved it back, caressing Luke’s stomach for a second. It looked as if Bobby wiped her pussy juice on his stomach. Bobby slung his arm around his brother, patted him on the shoulder. Whispered words of encouragement. She gasped for air as his dick filled her. He moved into her, but held it. I figured he wanted to get a bit harder. The soft, wet, warm inside of her cunt was a good way to stimulate the blood flow. She smiled. I caught something in her eyes, an idea; there was something wicked in the way she looked at the three of us. I gave her a wink and a smile, hoping she would catch it. She did as she winked back at me, a lightning-fast gesture.
She grunted softly as Luke moved gently in and out. As he pulled out, I could see he had become noticeably harder.
He pumped into her. He pulled almost completely out, so far that I could see the glans become visible as it nearly exited her lips. His cock was wet. He rammed it in hard and deep. She grunted loudly this time. He did it again, and again, and again. He plunged into her one more time, but then stopped, held himself inside of her. I thought he was cumming, his cock pumping seed into her, filling her up. It felt like a waste to do it so soon, but it also seemed impossible with the drugs in our systems. I figured that stranger things had happened.
While inside of her, she looked up with a questioning look in her eyes. There was a silence, a smile.
Luke looked at his brother, nodded, shrugged, then nodded again. Bobby nodded back. They moved in unison. Luke slid out of her. I stepped away, watched the two brothers handle her with delicate care. Luke lay down on his back, and she stepped onto the bed. Her first instinct was to ride him, missionary, but with her on top. Bobby prevented it and whispered something I couldn’t make out.
She grinned and gave a nod. She turned around. Luke beat his meat till he was fully hard. He placed his hands behind his back and waited. His dick pointed proudly at the sky. He watched her back as she lowered herself onto his dick. Bobby held the base of his brother’s dick, guiding it into her. She hesitated for a second, repositioned her feet so that instead of squatting, she was now on her knees. It made riding Luke’s dick easier. Luke’s dick slipped into her. Bobby removed his hand.
Avery’s wife bounced up and down; there was care to her movements. She placed her hands on Luke’s thighs as she rode his dick.
Avery was playing with himself. Watching his wife ride a younger man’s dick. Her cunt was wet and slippery. The third man that fucked her in front of him. He watched her lips spread over a stranger’s meat; he knew that she still had two more dicks to go. Two more studs to fuck her in new ways.
“Hold up, wait a second,” Luke whispered. “Bring your arms back and lean back a little.”
There was a brief moment when I could see her think about the instructions. She awkwardly let go of Luke’s upper legs and bent them behind her. Luke grabbed her hands. Fingers locking. She leaned slightly backwards. Her dick never once left her moist cunt.
Her tits looked amazing as she stretched herself out. Her hair hung loose behind her. They were showing the rest of us everything. How she was stretched around Luke’s manhood. I could see the rawness of her puffy lips. I could see her clit aching for some tender love.
Luke thrust his hips upwards. His dick rubbing against the inside of her vaginal wall. I looked to see if I could see the bump of his cock there, but unfortunately, I couldn’t. Maybe he wasn’t big enough, not like Mike, not like me. He was average.
Avery’s wife moaned.
Bobby swooped in from the side, positioned his face in front of the scene. We couldn’t tell exactly, but we knew without a doubt what he was doing. As his brother was fucking her, he was licking her clit. Teasing it with the tip of his tongue. Sucking on it. Pleasuring her with his mouth. I gasped in awe at the sight, gasped at the idea of a taboo being broken. Bobby’s tongue licked away at a cunt that was getting fucked by his brother’s dick. A dick that was noticeably larger than his. The two brothers formed an interesting, titillating team in this.
Bobby was clearly good at giving head, driving a bitch to the edge of orgasm.
Bobby’s hand shot between them, I could see, we all could see, how he spread her pussy wider, how he gave himself more to lick and suck on, how he played with her clitoris… but we could also see that he playfully slipped a finger into the already stretched out cunt. It reminded me of when Luke and I had shoved both of our dicks into the silicone pocket pussy, and Bobby had tried to shove a finger inside.
My meat sprang to life. It throbbed at what I saw, and I felt myself ooze precum. I was entranced by the boldness of it all; I wanted to join in. I wanted to be in Luke’s position. I looked over at Jason and Mike, and they were as hard as I was, as entranced as I was. We were dumbstruck by the shamelessness of it all. The team-up we had never expected. I heard a little voice inside me ask if that was really the truth, and I knew that, as surprising as it should be, it wasn’t really. These two had done something like this before; they had told me, hinted at it, but watching them in action made it real.
My fascination eased a little, and I became aware of my other senses. Sounds flooded my ears, my eyes shifted and moved. My lips felt dry.
Avery’s wife grunted and moaned. There was a madness in her sounds. I heard her voice tremble as she tried to speak. The onslaught of pleasure that seemed to flow from her cunt into the rest of her body caused her to shiver, to tremble, to buckle, to ride, to moan, to grunt, to yell, to demand more. With her hands fixed behind her back, there was a level of helplessness that added to the sensations. She was loving this. The attention of two men. I wondered if she knew these were brothers, and I wondered if it would change anything for her.
There was nothing clean about the way she produced sounds now. There were no theatrics, there was nothing rehearsed. The rawness, the animalistic grunts betrayed the earnestness of her pleasure.
“Oh dear God, fuck! Oh, Christ! Yes!” Avery’s wife puffed. “Yeah, you motherfuckers! Fuck! Yeah! Oh, fuck, oh fuck!”
Her voice trembled low, then shifted to a higher pitch. She buckled, restrained by Luke. I watched a wave of convulsions pulsate. She seemed to heave. There was a lengthy guttural sound that rose from the back of her throat. A string of obscenities. Bobby continued his oral onslaught, his tongue licked away at the stretched cunt, while I watched Luke increase his uneven pace of fucking her. Sliding in and out, Bobby’s tongue and chin touching the point where he entered her, where his balls slapped.
“Stop, no, fuck, don’t stop,” she rambled. “I’m there, Christ fuck, don’t stop.”
There was an intensity that seemed almost painful. She stopped making sounds; she seemed spent. Exhausted. Bobby pulled away from her. He wiped at his mouth. Luke’s dick was still in her. But there was a gentleness in the way he caught and stabilized her. He eased her into a more comfortable position. She moaned with exhausted ecstasy. She was breathing heavily. A shudder ran up her body. We all knew that shudder. A genuine shudder. She moved with care. She rose gently, Luke’s dick slipped out and flopped onto his belly.
Foam and juice flowed from her pussy and pooled onto Luke’s abdomen. His cock was soaking wet with the same kind of foam and fluid. Had he cum?
I exhaled as I jacked my cock, looking at them.
Avery’s wife stood shakily, then allowed herself to lie down on the bed. Her stomach rose up and down. She was panting. Her smile was telling the story for us. She carefully touched her vagina, searched the outside, stroked and caressed, and then inspected the inside blindly, searching and testing. She shuddered again as she did.
She needed a moment to find her sanity again, it seemed.
“Christ, oh Christ,” she whispered out of breath. “That was wild. Give me a second. God.”
I was impressed, I was slightly intimidated having to follow up on that. I looked at Mike, who seemed to know exactly what I was thinking. That dark voice inside turned its attention on Bobby and Luke, and not on the task at hand. I was forced to think of ways to best the brothers.
I wondered where her limits were, what she would allow, what her darker desires were. We were all playing out their fantasy, but nobody was ever defined by just a single curiosity; there was more. I wanted to know what she wanted separately from her deal with her husband. I wondered how much humiliation he could handle. There were conflicting images and impressions. Jason had been tender, slow, almost loving in the way he had fucked her. Mike had been rough, forcing her to be used, feeding her his girthy meat, making her gag. She had allowed both. The two brothers had been a wildcard, unknown to her, a surprise. She had allowed it all. What other thing was there?
Something stirred on the edge of my mind, an idea. Something that was within range, something none of the others had provided.
Avery’s wife moved slowly; it took her some effort to keep composed. She rose to her feet, walked up to Jason kissed him hard. Jason returned the favor. As they kissed, he got hard again. I looked at her, followed her naked form as she stepped around. She unhooked herself from Jason. Brushed her hair with her hands. She played with her tits. She stepped away from us and towards her watching husband.
There was a coldness to the way she stood before him. She raised her hand, and I expected her to strike him across the face. She did not; instead, her hand shot forward, grabbing his face. It seemed uncomfortable.
“I fucking just fucking creamed on that man’s dick. Hard,” she hissed seductively, but with an edge. “That’s how I like to get fucked. That’s how it should be done. You fucking wish you could fuck like that. Don’t you?”
Avery nodded somberly. His eyes cast down, staring at her pussy. She pulled him down, and he went down on his knees in front of her. He started licking her cunt. Avery placed his hands on her hips, but she swatted them away. He appeared hesitant, unwilling, and disgusted by having to lick out his wife’s raw pussy. Her clit swollen, wet with her own juice, with Bobby’s juice. He lapped like a dog. Making faces as he went to work.
“Hey boys,” she sang over her shoulder at us. “I made a mess, time to get cleaned.”
Bobby and Luke stepped forward without having to hear their names. Jason and Mike remained behind. I stayed where I was, reading the situation. Bobby and Luke had done their job, and this was their reward. Avery licked obediently as Luke and Bobby positioned themselves next to his wife. Luke didn’t seem bothered by looking down at Avery, or rather, he looked down on Avery. Bobby only seemed to have eyes for her. He grabbed one of her tits and kissed her neck. Luke looked at her and kissed her as well.
Avery’s wife whispered something inaudible to the two brothers. I watched Luke look down and then nod, while Bobby seemed to think before nodding. Jason walked over to me and gave me a little nudge and a wink.
Avery’s humiliation was not only that he had to clean his wife, but also her lovers. Still sitting on his knees, he never looked up. He turned a couple of degrees and, without using his hands, he licked Luke’s dick clean with his tongue. His expression was that of utter disgust. He then took care of Bobby. The same look of humiliated disgust was plastered on his face.
I looked down, saw a string of glittering precum almost reach the ground.
“Fuck yeah,” Avery’s wife hissed aggressively. “That’s right. That’s how it’s done.”
She was very complimentary in the way she handled us. Praising us, begging, obeying unspoken commands, but also directing us, ordering us, without making it sound like an order. She crawled onto the bed, her bed, Avery’s bed. She touched herself, giving us a show. Her hand slipped between her legs, and she fingered herself.
She pointed at Jason, and I thought about how Jason was always the first one, him and Mike. It made sense; they were known to her. Jason climbed onto the bed and lifted her legs. Much like the first time he fucked her, he pushed himself into her moist cunt. She groaned, and there was a tiny squeal as he entered her. There was a slowness to his rhythm. I stared at his back, tense and wet with sweat. His buttocks moved gracefully, with a fluidity that was impressive. He slipped out, plunged back in. She moaned. He repeated it twice, then stopped and exited her. Bobby was next. He positioned himself between her legs. Jason stood next to him, staring down between her legs at Bobby’s hard dick as he fucked her. Boby’s technique was different, his strokes less deep. He fucked faster, pumping away at her cunt with his little pecker. I moved closer to them, so close that I could feel Bobby’s warmth. I smelled his sweat. I did what Jason was doing. Standing next to Bobby I looked down at how he was fucking her pussy. I placed my hand on his back, an encouraging gesture.
I whispered: “Yeah, fuck her, man, fuck her.”
I watched how he increased his pace, slamming into her. She was wet. I saw his little pecked slide between her lips. Heard his balls slap against her. She moaned to the rhythm of his strokes. A little exhaled sigh whenever he pushed as deep as he could into her. He was sweating, and I saw it drip from his forehead. His face was red, and his chest heaved. He stopped suddenly, catching his breath. He spat on her cunt. The moment he pulled out, she plunged two fingers into her slit. Slopping in and out, occasionally playing and teasing her clit.
Luke replaced Bobby, who moved to where Jason had stood, giving him the view of his brother’s manhood and a cunt that was about to get fucked. I looked and smiled at Bobby, who ran a hand through his wet hair. He gave me a pleased and cocky little nod. Luke fumbled, his dick not quite hard.
“You’ve got this, little bro,” Bobby said.
Luke pushed, but his dick slid upwards between her raw, red lips. His second attempt resulted in another miss. Bobby surprised me when his hand shot down and guided his brother’s dick into the right position. He held it as Luke thrusted forward, sliding into the wet opening between her legs. Bobby’s hand lingered slightly, then he moved it back, caressing Luke’s stomach for a second. It looked as if Bobby wiped her pussy juice on his stomach. Bobby slung his arm around his brother, patted him on the shoulder. Whispered words of encouragement. She gasped for air as his dick filled her. He moved into her, but held it. I figured he wanted to get a bit harder. The soft, wet, warm inside of her cunt was a good way to stimulate the blood flow. She smiled. I caught something in her eyes, an idea; there was something wicked in the way she looked at the three of us. I gave her a wink and a smile, hoping she would catch it. She did as she winked back at me, a lightning-fast gesture.
She grunted softly as Luke moved gently in and out. As he pulled out, I could see he had become noticeably harder.
He pumped into her. He pulled almost completely out, so far that I could see the glans become visible as it nearly exited her lips. His cock was wet. He rammed it in hard and deep. She grunted loudly this time. He did it again, and again, and again. He plunged into her one more time, but then stopped, held himself inside of her. I thought he was cumming, his cock pumping seed into her, filling her up. It felt like a waste to do it so soon, but it also seemed impossible with the drugs in our systems. I figured that stranger things had happened.
While inside of her, she looked up with a questioning look in her eyes. There was a silence, a smile.
Luke looked at his brother, nodded, shrugged, then nodded again. Bobby nodded back. They moved in unison. Luke slid out of her. I stepped away, watched the two brothers handle her with delicate care. Luke lay down on his back, and she stepped onto the bed. Her first instinct was to ride him, missionary, but with her on top. Bobby prevented it and whispered something I couldn’t make out.
She grinned and gave a nod. She turned around. Luke beat his meat till he was fully hard. He placed his hands behind his back and waited. His dick pointed proudly at the sky. He watched her back as she lowered herself onto his dick. Bobby held the base of his brother’s dick, guiding it into her. She hesitated for a second, repositioned her feet so that instead of squatting, she was now on her knees. It made riding Luke’s dick easier. Luke’s dick slipped into her. Bobby removed his hand.
Avery’s wife bounced up and down; there was care to her movements. She placed her hands on Luke’s thighs as she rode his dick.
Avery was playing with himself. Watching his wife ride a younger man’s dick. Her cunt was wet and slippery. The third man that fucked her in front of him. He watched her lips spread over a stranger’s meat; he knew that she still had two more dicks to go. Two more studs to fuck her in new ways.
“Hold up, wait a second,” Luke whispered. “Bring your arms back and lean back a little.”
There was a brief moment when I could see her think about the instructions. She awkwardly let go of Luke’s upper legs and bent them behind her. Luke grabbed her hands. Fingers locking. She leaned slightly backwards. Her dick never once left her moist cunt.
Her tits looked amazing as she stretched herself out. Her hair hung loose behind her. They were showing the rest of us everything. How she was stretched around Luke’s manhood. I could see the rawness of her puffy lips. I could see her clit aching for some tender love.
Luke thrust his hips upwards. His dick rubbing against the inside of her vaginal wall. I looked to see if I could see the bump of his cock there, but unfortunately, I couldn’t. Maybe he wasn’t big enough, not like Mike, not like me. He was average.
Avery’s wife moaned.
Bobby swooped in from the side, positioned his face in front of the scene. We couldn’t tell exactly, but we knew without a doubt what he was doing. As his brother was fucking her, he was licking her clit. Teasing it with the tip of his tongue. Sucking on it. Pleasuring her with his mouth. I gasped in awe at the sight, gasped at the idea of a taboo being broken. Bobby’s tongue licked away at a cunt that was getting fucked by his brother’s dick. A dick that was noticeably larger than his. The two brothers formed an interesting, titillating team in this.
Bobby was clearly good at giving head, driving a bitch to the edge of orgasm.
Bobby’s hand shot between them, I could see, we all could see, how he spread her pussy wider, how he gave himself more to lick and suck on, how he played with her clitoris… but we could also see that he playfully slipped a finger into the already stretched out cunt. It reminded me of when Luke and I had shoved both of our dicks into the silicone pocket pussy, and Bobby had tried to shove a finger inside.
My meat sprang to life. It throbbed at what I saw, and I felt myself ooze precum. I was entranced by the boldness of it all; I wanted to join in. I wanted to be in Luke’s position. I looked over at Jason and Mike, and they were as hard as I was, as entranced as I was. We were dumbstruck by the shamelessness of it all. The team-up we had never expected. I heard a little voice inside me ask if that was really the truth, and I knew that, as surprising as it should be, it wasn’t really. These two had done something like this before; they had told me, hinted at it, but watching them in action made it real.
My fascination eased a little, and I became aware of my other senses. Sounds flooded my ears, my eyes shifted and moved. My lips felt dry.
Avery’s wife grunted and moaned. There was a madness in her sounds. I heard her voice tremble as she tried to speak. The onslaught of pleasure that seemed to flow from her cunt into the rest of her body caused her to shiver, to tremble, to buckle, to ride, to moan, to grunt, to yell, to demand more. With her hands fixed behind her back, there was a level of helplessness that added to the sensations. She was loving this. The attention of two men. I wondered if she knew these were brothers, and I wondered if it would change anything for her.
There was nothing clean about the way she produced sounds now. There were no theatrics, there was nothing rehearsed. The rawness, the animalistic grunts betrayed the earnestness of her pleasure.
“Oh dear God, fuck! Oh, Christ! Yes!” Avery’s wife puffed. “Yeah, you motherfuckers! Fuck! Yeah! Oh, fuck, oh fuck!”
Her voice trembled low, then shifted to a higher pitch. She buckled, restrained by Luke. I watched a wave of convulsions pulsate. She seemed to heave. There was a lengthy guttural sound that rose from the back of her throat. A string of obscenities. Bobby continued his oral onslaught, his tongue licked away at the stretched cunt, while I watched Luke increase his uneven pace of fucking her. Sliding in and out, Bobby’s tongue and chin touching the point where he entered her, where his balls slapped.
“Stop, no, fuck, don’t stop,” she rambled. “I’m there, Christ fuck, don’t stop.”
There was an intensity that seemed almost painful. She stopped making sounds; she seemed spent. Exhausted. Bobby pulled away from her. He wiped at his mouth. Luke’s dick was still in her. But there was a gentleness in the way he caught and stabilized her. He eased her into a more comfortable position. She moaned with exhausted ecstasy. She was breathing heavily. A shudder ran up her body. We all knew that shudder. A genuine shudder. She moved with care. She rose gently, Luke’s dick slipped out and flopped onto his belly.
Foam and juice flowed from her pussy and pooled onto Luke’s abdomen. His cock was soaking wet with the same kind of foam and fluid. Had he cum?
I exhaled as I jacked my cock, looking at them.
Avery’s wife stood shakily, then allowed herself to lie down on the bed. Her stomach rose up and down. She was panting. Her smile was telling the story for us. She carefully touched her vagina, searched the outside, stroked and caressed, and then inspected the inside blindly, searching and testing. She shuddered again as she did.
She needed a moment to find her sanity again, it seemed.
“Christ, oh Christ,” she whispered out of breath. “That was wild. Give me a second. God.”
I was impressed, I was slightly intimidated having to follow up on that. I looked at Mike, who seemed to know exactly what I was thinking. That dark voice inside turned its attention on Bobby and Luke, and not on the task at hand. I was forced to think of ways to best the brothers.
I wondered where her limits were, what she would allow, what her darker desires were. We were all playing out their fantasy, but nobody was ever defined by just a single curiosity; there was more. I wanted to know what she wanted separately from her deal with her husband. I wondered how much humiliation he could handle. There were conflicting images and impressions. Jason had been tender, slow, almost loving in the way he had fucked her. Mike had been rough, forcing her to be used, feeding her his girthy meat, making her gag. She had allowed both. The two brothers had been a wildcard, unknown to her, a surprise. She had allowed it all. What other thing was there?
Something stirred on the edge of my mind, an idea. Something that was within range, something none of the others had provided.
Avery’s wife moved slowly; it took her some effort to keep composed. She rose to her feet, walked up to Jason kissed him hard. Jason returned the favor. As they kissed, he got hard again. I looked at her, followed her naked form as she stepped around. She unhooked herself from Jason. Brushed her hair with her hands. She played with her tits. She stepped away from us and towards her watching husband.
There was a coldness to the way she stood before him. She raised her hand, and I expected her to strike him across the face. She did not; instead, her hand shot forward, grabbing his face. It seemed uncomfortable.
“I fucking just fucking creamed on that man’s dick. Hard,” she hissed seductively, but with an edge. “That’s how I like to get fucked. That’s how it should be done. You fucking wish you could fuck like that. Don’t you?”
Avery nodded somberly. His eyes cast down, staring at her pussy. She pulled him down, and he went down on his knees in front of her. He started licking her cunt. Avery placed his hands on her hips, but she swatted them away. He appeared hesitant, unwilling, and disgusted by having to lick out his wife’s raw pussy. Her clit swollen, wet with her own juice, with Bobby’s juice. He lapped like a dog. Making faces as he went to work.
“Hey boys,” she sang over her shoulder at us. “I made a mess, time to get cleaned.”
Bobby and Luke stepped forward without having to hear their names. Jason and Mike remained behind. I stayed where I was, reading the situation. Bobby and Luke had done their job, and this was their reward. Avery licked obediently as Luke and Bobby positioned themselves next to his wife. Luke didn’t seem bothered by looking down at Avery, or rather, he looked down on Avery. Bobby only seemed to have eyes for her. He grabbed one of her tits and kissed her neck. Luke looked at her and kissed her as well.
Avery’s wife whispered something inaudible to the two brothers. I watched Luke look down and then nod, while Bobby seemed to think before nodding. Jason walked over to me and gave me a little nudge and a wink.
Avery’s humiliation was not only that he had to clean his wife, but also her lovers. Still sitting on his knees, he never looked up. He turned a couple of degrees and, without using his hands, he licked Luke’s dick clean with his tongue. His expression was that of utter disgust. He then took care of Bobby. The same look of humiliated disgust was plastered on his face.
I looked down, saw a string of glittering precum almost reach the ground.
“Fuck yeah,” Avery’s wife hissed aggressively. “That’s right. That’s how it’s done.”
Chapter 30: Something new to impress.
I nudged Mike gently. He looked at me with a question in his eyes. I told him to follow me. I excused myself, and there was surprisingly little resistance to our leaving the bedroom. Part of me wanted to stay and watch Avery’s humiliation, to see what would happen next, but watching others seemed something of the past; I wanted to be part of the action.
We stepped out of the bedroom and made our way downstairs.
“Hold up,” Mike said as he grabbed my shoulder. His hand felt warm. “What’s wrong? What are we doing?”
“What do you mean?” I asked. “There’s nothing wrong.”
“Oh,” Mike said with a disarming smile. “I thought maybe…”
“Christ, no, dude,” I said with a chuckle. “You sucked my dick, I think I’m way past the point of getting shocked by shit. The only thing that’s wrong is that those two fucking delivered. Not joking, as fucked up as that was, it was fucking hot, fucking amazing. Fuck, man, just fuck. And Avery… Christ!”
“Fuck, yes,” Mike agreed. “Didn’t think I would see that happen, but here the fuck we are. Fucked up, but, you know, why the fuck not, right?”
“That never…?” I asked, letting most of my questions go unspoken.
“Two brothers? No. Never happened.”
“No, I meant, Avery,” I said with emphasis. “Like, I thought they were into voyeuristic shit, him just watching, but this is more than that. I mean. Fuck, I don’t know what I mean, I don’t even fucking know what I thought. Just…”
“Oh, that,” Mike said with a smile. “Didn’t Jason tell you… or didn’t I tell you? Fuck, can’t remember, but somebody said it, right? Avery has this arrangement going on. He’s into that shit. Getting cuckolded, humiliated. He’s into that shit. Fucked up, but, who the fuck cares, right? Dude licks your dick clean, whatever, you still get to fuck his bitch in front of him, right?”
There was a tone to Mike’s voice that made it clear he was trying to make me see things his way, to sell the fantasy. My head swam, he was preaching to the choir. I wasn’t shocked by Avery licking Bobby and Luke’s dicks clean of his wife’s pussy-juice, I was shocked that it was all out in the open. I was shocked that we all went along with it. I didn’t want Mike to think that I was somehow shocked or unwilling to continue. I couldn’t possibly care less, in fact, the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to participate, to take it to the next level. I wanted to know the limit with which I was working. Avery’s submission, his humiliation added to my own desires.
My voice flowed with an almost unrecognizable directness and bluntness: “Dude, I’m fucking into it, like, Christ, I mean, really into it. If you get me? I want to fucking take it to the next level. I need a game plan. I want to crush it, you know? Like, what’s the deal, where’s the line? I’m so fucking on right now.”
I exhaled and rubbed my face. I repeated in a lower voice: “Just fucking on, you know?”
“Dude,” Mike said as he unexpectedly gave me a brotherly hug. His mass pressed against me. “Dude, my dude, I like the way you think.”
I wasn’t sure if he understood what I was getting at. I didn’t care. Mike’s skin against mine felt amazing. His arms around me and my arms around him felt strangely safe and pleasant. I felt my member grow hard.
“Do I look fucking high, by the way? I mean, do I look okay? I don’t look like shit, right? I’m not coked-out of my fucking skull? I look normal?” I asked.
“Yeah, man,” Mike answered. “You look great. Don’t fucking worry.”
He gave me a fatherly slap on the cheek.
“Mike?” I heard my drug-addled mind dictate. “I fucking love this, man. I mean. All of this. I fucking love it. I need to do this shit more often. All of it.”
“I know, man,” Mike laughed. I felt his hand on my dick. He squeezed it. I didn’t know why he did that. I didn’t mind it. I couldn’t explain it. My mind raced forward in time. There was a task at hand, a task I needed to fulfill. I had something to prove.
“You got something in that bag, something we can use? We need to fucking be better at this shit than those two. I want to really, fucking do something, you know. I’m not going to lose to…” I said pausing for a second. “No offense, I love them like they’re my brothers, but I’m not going to fucking lose to those fuckers. Fucking hell, I’m twice Bobby’s size, right?”
“Christ,” Mike laughed. “You really do have that competitive streak, don’t you?”
“What? Fuck no, okay, maybe. Sure. Whatever.”
Mike seemed to consider for a second. He pulled on his dick, which was hard. His size was pleasing to the eye. He began to walk me through his thought process: “I’ve got the dildoes, which are cool, but I think they’re kind of not what we need right now. I mean. If I wanted to work a bitch over, I wouldn’t use fucking dildoes. I think there are a couple of nipple clamps in there. Kind of hot. I think she might be into that. But, not setting anyone's world on fire, right?”
“The fuck, you ever measured it? The girth, I mean?” I was spacing out. The question rang in my ears, and I was weighing his dick with my hand. I was kneading it, measuring it by touch. I couldn’t remember reaching out and grabbing it, but I was doing it. I pulled my hand back. “Sorry, I mean, you know. You’ve got a good dick.”
Without missing a beat, Mike answered matter-of-factly: “I think near 6 inches in girth, like, circumference.”
“Goddamn. I don’t think I ever measure my girth.”
“Selling point for me,” Mike chuckled as he handled his manhood. “Shit, I think I’ve got some handcuffs. We could use those. I think I’ve got a blindfold in there too. Fucking hell, I remember that we had some wild roleplay, that was fucked up, like that was wild. Out there, I mean. I have a tape measure in there, I think. No, fuck, maybe not.”
“Grab whatever shit you can. I need… We need an edge, right?”
“Are you heading back, or coming with me downstairs?”
“What’s easiest?” I asked.
“Fuck, there’s still shit on the fucking table, right? You can help me pick out stuff, if you go back upstairs, I don’t know. I think they’re good; they know how to have fun. You scared to miss out?”
“No,” I said, trying to sound like the coolest person on earth. Mike made sense. “Just fucking hurry.”
He winked at me and we walked downstairs. We entered the room we had been in earlier. It smelled of sweat and hormones, of sex. I looked at what was on the table. Picked up a cockring, slipped it on. I held the pump, considered it, but put it back down. Mike rummaged through his bag. I felt rushed, eager to get back upstairs. Mike, however, seemed a little bit more relaxed. He pulled something out of the bag and showed it to me.
“What is it?” I asked.
“You might like this,” He said as he returned it to the bag. “Yeah, we’ve got options.”
The stillness of the moment slammed into me. We were ready for action, but we were removed from the others. I wanted to talk for some strange reason. I wanted to be here. It didn’t make any sense. Chemicals swirling around in my brain made me unpredictable, made my wants and needs unpredictable. Shit seemed layered and complex, while also being simple and goal-oriented.
“You ready?” Mike asked as he stood before me.
I nodded. I felt a wave of friendliness slam against me. “I fucking love this high. Fuck. I really do. I fucking want this. I need this. Man. Fuck.”
“I know, bro,” Mike laughed. “Ride it, it’s fucking awesome.”
I gave Mike a hug and said warmly, “Thanks, man. You’re awesome. I don’t know you that fucking well, but you seem cool. You’re cool. Just, like, thanks, man. You know?”
Mike laughed, understanding my feelings, my drug-fueled feelings of profound everlasting camaraderie. He hugged me back, and there was a moment of quiet. I felt his fat dick against me, felt my own dick press against him. He glowed. I pressed against his chest, against the volume of his pecs. Again, I felt safe. He allowed all of it.
“So, is there, like, a line? You know?”
“Dude, I’ve seen Avery do some fucked up shit. I’ve seen her do some fucked up shit. If there’s a line, I haven’t seen it yet.”
“Like?”
“Bro, Avery and his dad, jacking off while watching her get fucked? That’s pretty out there. Avery cleaning out his wife while his dad is watching. Wild, right? Don’t ever fucking tell this, but there was one time, Avery’s dad and us, we fucking filled her up with cum, and Avery lapped that shit up. Like, he sucked it out of her cunt. Dude tasted his old man’s cum. That’s messed up. That’s how far that fucking line is. That’s fucking Mars. I’ve seen Avery suck a bull’s dick because she demanded it. I’ve seen her get railed by like seven guys, but to be fair, Avery wasn’t there.”
“Holy shit,” I whispered. “How the fuck do you know, like, what you can or can’t do?”
“The fuck knows?” Mike said. “The fuck cares? She decides. If you get her goo-goo for the gaga, she’ll fucking do anything, if you ask me.”
I looked at Mike. He seemed pleased, locked in a memory.
We walked back upstairs. Not talking. I felt something strange going on inside. I admired Mike. I admired his bulk, his physicality, and at the same time, I admired his carefree attitude, the way he was willing to do everything and anything. I understood why he and Jason were partners in crime, but unlike Jason, Mike knew how to keep his secrets, at least, he knew how not to give new information, just new details about already known information. Something within me felt awkward and pained. I wanted Mike to be my friend, and I envied Jason for it.
I saw a reason to touch Mike’s back, took it. He turned to look at me. “Yes?”
“Let’s fucking go,” I laughed with a boisterous note. “Let’s fucking show them, right? I will fucking do whatever.”
“You fucking idiot,” Mike laughed.
The door to the bedroom was how we left it, closed. I wondered how long we had gone. It felt like an hour, but in reality, maybe it had been less than fifteen minutes. It was impossible to tell.
I stepped in first. Not a clue what to expect. Mike followed with his magic bag slung over his shoulder.
We walked in on a scene. Interesting, I thought. My eyes shifted, and I forced myself to focus.
Avery was doing more than just reluctantly cleaning his wife’s pussy juice off of Luke and Bobby’s dicks. He was sucking them off. Luke had his arm around Bobby’s shoulder. Avery was giving them both a blow job. There seemed to be no shame.
Avery’s wife was sucking on Jason’s hard cock.
Mike cleared his throat. Everybody seemed to notice, but in a casual and relaxed manner. Avery’s wife stared at us. She rose to her feet. With grace, she walked over to us. She kissed me. I tasted something other than just her. I could taste familiar precum. I smiled at that and winked at Jason. Bobby and Luke turned to look at us over their shoulders. There was a slightly panicked look. I smiled, and so did Mike.
“Nice,” I said in a low approving tone. I didn’t want anybody to feel any sort of shame. Bobby nodded at me. I returned his nod with a smile.
Mike grabbed her by the hand and guided her to the bed. I followed. Mike whispered, “Are you ready for the big boys?”
She grinned and made motions to go down on us. Mike stopped her, pulled her up. “You want to get ruined? You fucking bitch? Gagging for real meat?”
He was rough with her. She nodded with a smile. An obedient, hungry smile.
I nudged Mike gently. He looked at me with a question in his eyes. I told him to follow me. I excused myself, and there was surprisingly little resistance to our leaving the bedroom. Part of me wanted to stay and watch Avery’s humiliation, to see what would happen next, but watching others seemed something of the past; I wanted to be part of the action.
We stepped out of the bedroom and made our way downstairs.
“Hold up,” Mike said as he grabbed my shoulder. His hand felt warm. “What’s wrong? What are we doing?”
“What do you mean?” I asked. “There’s nothing wrong.”
“Oh,” Mike said with a disarming smile. “I thought maybe…”
“Christ, no, dude,” I said with a chuckle. “You sucked my dick, I think I’m way past the point of getting shocked by shit. The only thing that’s wrong is that those two fucking delivered. Not joking, as fucked up as that was, it was fucking hot, fucking amazing. Fuck, man, just fuck. And Avery… Christ!”
“Fuck, yes,” Mike agreed. “Didn’t think I would see that happen, but here the fuck we are. Fucked up, but, you know, why the fuck not, right?”
“That never…?” I asked, letting most of my questions go unspoken.
“Two brothers? No. Never happened.”
“No, I meant, Avery,” I said with emphasis. “Like, I thought they were into voyeuristic shit, him just watching, but this is more than that. I mean. Fuck, I don’t know what I mean, I don’t even fucking know what I thought. Just…”
“Oh, that,” Mike said with a smile. “Didn’t Jason tell you… or didn’t I tell you? Fuck, can’t remember, but somebody said it, right? Avery has this arrangement going on. He’s into that shit. Getting cuckolded, humiliated. He’s into that shit. Fucked up, but, who the fuck cares, right? Dude licks your dick clean, whatever, you still get to fuck his bitch in front of him, right?”
There was a tone to Mike’s voice that made it clear he was trying to make me see things his way, to sell the fantasy. My head swam, he was preaching to the choir. I wasn’t shocked by Avery licking Bobby and Luke’s dicks clean of his wife’s pussy-juice, I was shocked that it was all out in the open. I was shocked that we all went along with it. I didn’t want Mike to think that I was somehow shocked or unwilling to continue. I couldn’t possibly care less, in fact, the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to participate, to take it to the next level. I wanted to know the limit with which I was working. Avery’s submission, his humiliation added to my own desires.
My voice flowed with an almost unrecognizable directness and bluntness: “Dude, I’m fucking into it, like, Christ, I mean, really into it. If you get me? I want to fucking take it to the next level. I need a game plan. I want to crush it, you know? Like, what’s the deal, where’s the line? I’m so fucking on right now.”
I exhaled and rubbed my face. I repeated in a lower voice: “Just fucking on, you know?”
“Dude,” Mike said as he unexpectedly gave me a brotherly hug. His mass pressed against me. “Dude, my dude, I like the way you think.”
I wasn’t sure if he understood what I was getting at. I didn’t care. Mike’s skin against mine felt amazing. His arms around me and my arms around him felt strangely safe and pleasant. I felt my member grow hard.
“Do I look fucking high, by the way? I mean, do I look okay? I don’t look like shit, right? I’m not coked-out of my fucking skull? I look normal?” I asked.
“Yeah, man,” Mike answered. “You look great. Don’t fucking worry.”
He gave me a fatherly slap on the cheek.
“Mike?” I heard my drug-addled mind dictate. “I fucking love this, man. I mean. All of this. I fucking love it. I need to do this shit more often. All of it.”
“I know, man,” Mike laughed. I felt his hand on my dick. He squeezed it. I didn’t know why he did that. I didn’t mind it. I couldn’t explain it. My mind raced forward in time. There was a task at hand, a task I needed to fulfill. I had something to prove.
“You got something in that bag, something we can use? We need to fucking be better at this shit than those two. I want to really, fucking do something, you know. I’m not going to lose to…” I said pausing for a second. “No offense, I love them like they’re my brothers, but I’m not going to fucking lose to those fuckers. Fucking hell, I’m twice Bobby’s size, right?”
“Christ,” Mike laughed. “You really do have that competitive streak, don’t you?”
“What? Fuck no, okay, maybe. Sure. Whatever.”
Mike seemed to consider for a second. He pulled on his dick, which was hard. His size was pleasing to the eye. He began to walk me through his thought process: “I’ve got the dildoes, which are cool, but I think they’re kind of not what we need right now. I mean. If I wanted to work a bitch over, I wouldn’t use fucking dildoes. I think there are a couple of nipple clamps in there. Kind of hot. I think she might be into that. But, not setting anyone's world on fire, right?”
“The fuck, you ever measured it? The girth, I mean?” I was spacing out. The question rang in my ears, and I was weighing his dick with my hand. I was kneading it, measuring it by touch. I couldn’t remember reaching out and grabbing it, but I was doing it. I pulled my hand back. “Sorry, I mean, you know. You’ve got a good dick.”
Without missing a beat, Mike answered matter-of-factly: “I think near 6 inches in girth, like, circumference.”
“Goddamn. I don’t think I ever measure my girth.”
“Selling point for me,” Mike chuckled as he handled his manhood. “Shit, I think I’ve got some handcuffs. We could use those. I think I’ve got a blindfold in there too. Fucking hell, I remember that we had some wild roleplay, that was fucked up, like that was wild. Out there, I mean. I have a tape measure in there, I think. No, fuck, maybe not.”
“Grab whatever shit you can. I need… We need an edge, right?”
“Are you heading back, or coming with me downstairs?”
“What’s easiest?” I asked.
“Fuck, there’s still shit on the fucking table, right? You can help me pick out stuff, if you go back upstairs, I don’t know. I think they’re good; they know how to have fun. You scared to miss out?”
“No,” I said, trying to sound like the coolest person on earth. Mike made sense. “Just fucking hurry.”
He winked at me and we walked downstairs. We entered the room we had been in earlier. It smelled of sweat and hormones, of sex. I looked at what was on the table. Picked up a cockring, slipped it on. I held the pump, considered it, but put it back down. Mike rummaged through his bag. I felt rushed, eager to get back upstairs. Mike, however, seemed a little bit more relaxed. He pulled something out of the bag and showed it to me.
“What is it?” I asked.
“You might like this,” He said as he returned it to the bag. “Yeah, we’ve got options.”
The stillness of the moment slammed into me. We were ready for action, but we were removed from the others. I wanted to talk for some strange reason. I wanted to be here. It didn’t make any sense. Chemicals swirling around in my brain made me unpredictable, made my wants and needs unpredictable. Shit seemed layered and complex, while also being simple and goal-oriented.
“You ready?” Mike asked as he stood before me.
I nodded. I felt a wave of friendliness slam against me. “I fucking love this high. Fuck. I really do. I fucking want this. I need this. Man. Fuck.”
“I know, bro,” Mike laughed. “Ride it, it’s fucking awesome.”
I gave Mike a hug and said warmly, “Thanks, man. You’re awesome. I don’t know you that fucking well, but you seem cool. You’re cool. Just, like, thanks, man. You know?”
Mike laughed, understanding my feelings, my drug-fueled feelings of profound everlasting camaraderie. He hugged me back, and there was a moment of quiet. I felt his fat dick against me, felt my own dick press against him. He glowed. I pressed against his chest, against the volume of his pecs. Again, I felt safe. He allowed all of it.
“So, is there, like, a line? You know?”
“Dude, I’ve seen Avery do some fucked up shit. I’ve seen her do some fucked up shit. If there’s a line, I haven’t seen it yet.”
“Like?”
“Bro, Avery and his dad, jacking off while watching her get fucked? That’s pretty out there. Avery cleaning out his wife while his dad is watching. Wild, right? Don’t ever fucking tell this, but there was one time, Avery’s dad and us, we fucking filled her up with cum, and Avery lapped that shit up. Like, he sucked it out of her cunt. Dude tasted his old man’s cum. That’s messed up. That’s how far that fucking line is. That’s fucking Mars. I’ve seen Avery suck a bull’s dick because she demanded it. I’ve seen her get railed by like seven guys, but to be fair, Avery wasn’t there.”
“Holy shit,” I whispered. “How the fuck do you know, like, what you can or can’t do?”
“The fuck knows?” Mike said. “The fuck cares? She decides. If you get her goo-goo for the gaga, she’ll fucking do anything, if you ask me.”
I looked at Mike. He seemed pleased, locked in a memory.
We walked back upstairs. Not talking. I felt something strange going on inside. I admired Mike. I admired his bulk, his physicality, and at the same time, I admired his carefree attitude, the way he was willing to do everything and anything. I understood why he and Jason were partners in crime, but unlike Jason, Mike knew how to keep his secrets, at least, he knew how not to give new information, just new details about already known information. Something within me felt awkward and pained. I wanted Mike to be my friend, and I envied Jason for it.
I saw a reason to touch Mike’s back, took it. He turned to look at me. “Yes?”
“Let’s fucking go,” I laughed with a boisterous note. “Let’s fucking show them, right? I will fucking do whatever.”
“You fucking idiot,” Mike laughed.
The door to the bedroom was how we left it, closed. I wondered how long we had gone. It felt like an hour, but in reality, maybe it had been less than fifteen minutes. It was impossible to tell.
I stepped in first. Not a clue what to expect. Mike followed with his magic bag slung over his shoulder.
We walked in on a scene. Interesting, I thought. My eyes shifted, and I forced myself to focus.
Avery was doing more than just reluctantly cleaning his wife’s pussy juice off of Luke and Bobby’s dicks. He was sucking them off. Luke had his arm around Bobby’s shoulder. Avery was giving them both a blow job. There seemed to be no shame.
Avery’s wife was sucking on Jason’s hard cock.
Mike cleared his throat. Everybody seemed to notice, but in a casual and relaxed manner. Avery’s wife stared at us. She rose to her feet. With grace, she walked over to us. She kissed me. I tasted something other than just her. I could taste familiar precum. I smiled at that and winked at Jason. Bobby and Luke turned to look at us over their shoulders. There was a slightly panicked look. I smiled, and so did Mike.
“Nice,” I said in a low approving tone. I didn’t want anybody to feel any sort of shame. Bobby nodded at me. I returned his nod with a smile.
Mike grabbed her by the hand and guided her to the bed. I followed. Mike whispered, “Are you ready for the big boys?”
She grinned and made motions to go down on us. Mike stopped her, pulled her up. “You want to get ruined? You fucking bitch? Gagging for real meat?”
He was rough with her. She nodded with a smile. An obedient, hungry smile.
Chapter 31: We run wild
Mike took the lead. He pushed her onto the bed. She giggled. Mike grinned. I saw how she looked around the room to see if she had her audience. I followed her eyes and found that the others were indeed watching us.
Mike placed a thick thumb on her lips, rubbed them. She opened her mouth and sucked on his thumb. She moaned. Mike pulled his hand away from her, as if he didn’t want her to respond the way she did. He looked at me and flicked his head, indicating for me to come closer. Avery’s wife stared at me, following me around with her eyes. She grinned, bit her lower lip.
“What are you going to do?” she asked Mike. She sounded coy. A fine line between genuine curiosity and performative interest. She cared a little about what was going to happen, but there was enough trust between her and Mike, enough history, I figured, that she wouldn’t shut it down beforehand.
Mike shushed her and kissed her neck. He travelled down her body, kissing her all over. Strangely gentle, strangely loving. She tried to wriggle a little, but as she moved, Mike’s hands fixed around both her wrists. He held her in place as he continued his journey downwards to kiss her. He kissed her navel, then stopped. He held her. She moved her legs, rubbing them together. Mike responded by fixing both her legs between his legs. He was stronger than she was, hell, he was stronger than everybody in this room. She didn’t appear uncomfortable; he had done this before. It reminded me of a wrestling move, locking your opponent in a hold that didn’t allow for much room to move. Mike used his mass and strength effectively. She was no match.
There was a teasing twang to his voice as he looked into her eyes: “No, no, we decide. Be a good girl. Be honest, do you want to taste a real cock?”
She nodded slowly and said: “Uh-huh.”
Mike jerked his head in my direction, indicating for me to move in. I smirked and followed his lead. I placed myself in front of her, then sat down on my knees. Mike held her wrists, but I now held her shoulders between my legs. My dick pointed at her, my cockhead wet with precum. I felt something squeeze behind my balls. My cock throbbed, bounced, and oozed more precum. I gave it a playful tug.
I leaned forward, my dick touching her lower lip. The only thing she could still move in this position was her head. She raised it a little. She opened her mouth, tried to lick it, but I pulled back. Not allowing her the action. I figured this was the game. I gently placed my hand on her forehead and pushed her down into the soft bed. She was utterly helpless. There was no fear in her eyes; she still smiled and bit her lip. She fluttered her lashes at me. I noticed that her eyes were still red.
I leaned forward, pretended to kiss her on the mouth, but veered to the left and kissed her cheek. I rubbed my cheek against her. Licked her earlobe. She sighed excitedly.
I rose a little, leaned forward, and steadied myself with my one free hand. My dick touched her lips. I smeared my precum all over her lips. I pulled back. She licked her lips, tasting my precum. I could see how she was thinking of her husband, how this might be used against him. I leaned forward again, and again my dick brushed against her lips.
“Open,” I whispered the command. She obeyed.
I leaned forward again, lowering my hard cock into her wet, open mouth. I felt her tongue flick against the tip of my cock. I pushed further, and her tongue could no longer lick the tip. I shoved my meat into her wet throat slowly and gently. She didn’t gag at first, but I knew that there would come a point where she would; they always did eventually.
She closed her mouth around my member, but I pushed on. There it was, I felt that seal in the back of her mouth, almost into her throat. She resisted as I continued to push, a resistance that she had no real control over. She gagged, I felt her struggle against the hand that held her down. She coughed awkwardly. I thought I felt teeth. I pulled back out. She stared at me, her eyes burned with mixed messages. I held my dick out, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, an open invitation. If there had been anger or shock on her face, it was the right kind.
I lowered myself into her mouth again. Again, I reached the natural blockade. She coughed and gagged. I retreated.
“I want it,” she begged in a whispering voice.
I shifted and grabbed her head with both my hands. I positioned myself in a way that allowed her a little more movement of her upper body, and for me, a little more room to maneuver. I fed her my meat, less slowly this time. I reached the back of her throat, but instead of lingering there, I raised her head and pushed against the seal. I slipped past that tightness there. She gagged violently. My natural instinct was to release her head, but as I did, she held her head up without my help. She wanted this. I returned my hands again. She coughed with my cock in her throat. She seemed in pain, but there was no resistance; in fact, she was pushing herself to experience this moment.
Something burst, her eyes red, and slime poured from her nose. I felt drops of liquid fly all over. This time, there was a resisting force. I released her. She coughed and swallowed. She sounded hoarse. She instantly opened her mouth again. Her teary eyes stared violently at me. She demanded I shove it back in there.
I obliged; she hadn’t even gotten all of me inside of her yet. I could push further, reach even further down her throat. The sight of her struggling face, the gagging, the coughing, it pushed me. I wanted to see more of this, to challenge her with my cock.
This time, I wasn’t going to allow her full control. She’d get my inches, but she wasn’t going to be in charge. I pushed past the point, held it, listened and watched her struggle, then pulled back slightly, pushed back in, pulled out a little more. I pushed deeper. Slowly, I fucked her throat. Making sure I wasn’t holding it down too long, but still trying to push myself deeper with each thrust of my hips. She gagged, then as I pulled back, she caught her breath. She moaned with my dick inside her mouth. I allowed her an occasional moment of respite, for her to breathe.
Her voice was hoarse: “Yeah, fucking right, you fucking big boy. Fuck my throat. I can fucking take it.”
I doubted that she could take it. I had held back the entire time. I could have fucked her throat far more violently if I believed she wasn’t going to vomit all over my meat. I could have fed her my entire length, right down to the balls. I could have forced her to stick out her tongue with my manhood down her throat, tickling my balls, hearing her gag, tears running down her cheeks. I hadn’t done that… yet.
A low grunt escaped my lungs. I rammed my manhood into her throat. There was no careful consideration, just raw lust. I hit the back of her throat, and she moaned, a combination of pleasure and pain. Discomfort, submission, a challenge for us both. I pulled back, rammed deep again. I fucked her face. One stroke, two strokes, three, four. I grunted. I oozed. I pulled out, mucus coating my cock, strings of it connecting us. She had a guttural madness in her eyes. She glared defiantly. She had done well, but it had cost her. She had an idea of the raw power I had and was willing to use on her. I could see it in her eyes; she wanted it.
Mike released her and clapped me encouragingly on my back. His hand was warm. I wiped the sweat from my brow and leaned forward. I kissed her on the mouth. I could taste everything. Her breath was warm and unpleasant.
“More,” she rasped. “Please.”
Mike directed me to step aside. He took my position. His fat cock in front of her full mouth. She launched herself onto his manhood. She gobbled it while he fucked her. He didn’t reach as deep as I did, but he filled her up in his own way. She grabbed Mike’s hand and put it on the back of her head, making it clear she wanted him to be rougher, possibly as rough as I had been.
Mike used the moment to press her against him. She gagged, he pulled her off. She looked a mess. Her face looked spent, weathered. She was a whore for dick. She needed us to teach her a lesson, I thought. Jason wasn’t big enough, not rough enough. Jason was no better than Avery, a cuck in the making. The thoughts flowed into my head. Violent, degrading, arrogant. Bobby’s shrimp dick could never fill a bitch like mine could. Luke was inexperienced; he needed his big brother to fucking finish the job, get her off. They needed to be together if they could ever hope to accomplish what I could by myself. My fuckstick could make her cream. I’d fuck her so hard, so raw, she would beg me to fill her up with my cum. She’d beg me to return. To show her cuck husband how a real dick fucked.
The thoughts became a dizzying mess in my head. I felt myself spiral out of control. I tried to hold on to a saner string of thought. Steadied myself, forced myself to return to normalcy.
I looked at the others, they were staring at us, watching the show we were giving them. Luke smirked at me.
Mike, meanwhile, was getting his blowjob. Slopping and slobbering sounds, moans, and grunts from both of them. I stepped up to the bed. I licked my fingers and, without much ado, I slipped one into her warm cunt. She moaned and tensed as I slid it into her. I pulled it out, and it was coated with her fluid. I used two fingers, a bit more carefully this time. The ecstatic moan sounded muted as Mike’s cock blocked it. Her body writhed with pleasure. Her cunt felt warm; it pulsated. She was opening and closing it. I felt it around my fingers. There was more room. I wriggled my fingers upward, against her abdomen. I felt the inside of her pussy, it was warm, pleasant, and the tissue felt soft. She squeezed and released.
I pulled them out slowly, then used my thumb to play with her lips and clit. I carefully used three fingers now. I placed them against her opening. She squeezed it shut. I pushed against it gently. She moaned and released. I slipped in with a gentleness. The tips of two fingers slid in, and I paused and allowed her to adjust to the sensation. She squeezed and released. I pushed further, adding the tip of the third finger. Paused. Pushed. Paused. She squeezed, released, squeezed, and released. I looked at how deep I was inside of her, not very. I pulled them out of her slowly. I instantly missed the sensation of feeling her.
“I want you inside of me,” Avery’s wife moaned as Mike allowed her a moment to speak.
Mike remained where he was. I spread her legs, lifted them. I positioned my dick against her slit. She squeezed. I pushed slowly, but noticeably. She whimpered. I kept pushing against her slicked-up cunt. She released, and I felt my member enter her warm, wet pussy. My dick was drenched with natural lube. Spit, slime, her pussy juices, my own precum. There wasn’t any resistance there. I shoved into her. I looked up, saw Mike’s back. I realized in that instant how close we were. I saw the muscles on his back ripple and flow. I followed the lines down, saw his tight ass.
I looked down at my own cock as it made its way inside. I was halfway there, it seemed. I tensed, my dick spasmed. I wondered if she could feel that. I pushed.
“Hold,” she whimpered suddenly. There was another moan. I pushed further into her. The whimpering and moaning picked up. I felt her stretched out on my rock-hard cock. She tried to squeeze, but I was too deep into her, I was too hard, too rigid, and too thick. “Oh God, yeah, fuck me. Yeah, deep.”
I heard a little slap and then her giggle. She sounded defiant. I couldn’t see through Mike’s back, but I had a pretty good idea what was happening. The slobbering moans continued.
I nearly reached the base of my manhood. I had inched my way closer and closer to Mike as he was still feeding her his dick. I paused inside of her, then gave the final push, and I heard and felt my pubic bone hit hers. I was inside of her, all the way. She moaned and squirmed, and there was a cry of pleasure. She began to move rhythmically on my dick, as if she couldn’t wait for me to make fucking motions, pumping into her.
I pulled halfway back, my shaft was wet, and there was foam. I plunged back in. Rammed it in. Skin slapped against skin. Mike was too close. His proximity made me less able to really pump into her. I need to hold on to something. He was the most logical option.
I placed my hands on his flanks. They felt swollen and tense. I waited for a reaction. “Bro?” Mike asked.
“I need to get some grip,” I explained.
Mike lifted one arm, curled it, and showed his bicep as I held on to his lats with my hands. I felt the muscles tense. He didn’t mind. Clearly.
I moved slow and steady at first. There was a strangeness to the position. Mike in front, Avery’s wife below me. Her legs spread out, my manhood in her.
I pulled myself into her by holding on to Mike. I slid into her, then out. At first I didn’t make the full motion into her, almost, but never quite there. She moaned with my thrusts. Mike’s girthy meat in her mouth. I increased my pace and rammed deeper into her. I kept inside of her, thrusting with short bursts. Skin slapping against skin.
I moved to make larger, more sweeping motions with my body. I pulled out, then pushed deep into her. Sometimes hard, sometimes soft. I couldn’t keep a rhythm, and I hoped that the chaos and unpredictability of my fucking would impress her.
“Oh god, fuck, yeah, that hurts real goooooood,” Avery’s wife moaned. She no longer had a dick in her mouth. I looked at Mike’s back. My hands were still on his lats. I could tell he stayed there for me, while I saw the rhythm of one arm moving.
“Fuck yeah,” I panted. Her moans were encouraging. I increased my pace, increased the strokes. I found a monotonous rhythm and held it. I pulled out, slapped it against her raw lips, positioned it against her slit, and rammed it into her as deep as I could. She cried out in pleasure and pain again. She hissed violently, demanding that I not stop. She wanted the rough treatment.
Mike moved. Stepping off her, allowing me to re-position myself in a way that allowed greater and freer movement. She crawled a bit further up the bed. I followed her, trying to stay inside of her. It was slightly awkward, but manageable. The sheets were wet. I felt the wetness against my skin.
My dick felt engorged, fatter than usual. It felt raw, but not painful. I couldn’t tell how long I had been abusing it by fucking her, but the drugs had numbed my ability to nut inside of her. I blessed the gods of party drugs and Viagra.
I had a free game now. I went all out. I could feel my audience, but I couldn't see them. I rammed into her, pulled out. She grabbed my wrist and placed my hand on her throat. I didn’t hesitate. Held her throat, didn’t squeeze it. She was wild and deranged. I rammed into her. She choked and grunted.
“Fuck me, yeah, fuck me,” she sang, strained.
“Shut the fuck up, bitch,” I spat at her. The words came from some dark place deep inside. My heart skipped a beat; there was a moment of genuine fear there. I feared myself. I grunted and pumped away. I was sweating. I watched how drops of sweat fell onto her. My hand on her throat. She smiled wickedly at me. I gave her exactly what she wanted.
I wanted to fuck that smile off her face. No matter how hard I fucked her, no matter my pace, my length, my rhythm, that smile on her lips told me that at the end of the day, this was her fantasy; she was still in fucking charge of everything.
The violent animal inside of me hated that it could win, that she was the opponent it couldn’t beat. I wanted to be the brute, to dominate, but this bitch wouldn’t let me. She was stronger than I was, however impossible that seemed.
“Yeah, fuck me, fuck me,” she screamed with a broken voice. I felt drained and spent as I tried to keep up with her demands. I strained, grunted, and I felt the air escape my lungs. I tried to say something, saw spittle fall onto her face.
My heart seemed to explode in my chest. I inhaled, exhaled, and then stopped. I rolled off of her. Panting like I had just run a marathon.
“Christ,” she panted next to me. “Fucking Christ.”
Mike applauded. I thought I was about to die.
Mike took the lead. He pushed her onto the bed. She giggled. Mike grinned. I saw how she looked around the room to see if she had her audience. I followed her eyes and found that the others were indeed watching us.
Mike placed a thick thumb on her lips, rubbed them. She opened her mouth and sucked on his thumb. She moaned. Mike pulled his hand away from her, as if he didn’t want her to respond the way she did. He looked at me and flicked his head, indicating for me to come closer. Avery’s wife stared at me, following me around with her eyes. She grinned, bit her lower lip.
“What are you going to do?” she asked Mike. She sounded coy. A fine line between genuine curiosity and performative interest. She cared a little about what was going to happen, but there was enough trust between her and Mike, enough history, I figured, that she wouldn’t shut it down beforehand.
Mike shushed her and kissed her neck. He travelled down her body, kissing her all over. Strangely gentle, strangely loving. She tried to wriggle a little, but as she moved, Mike’s hands fixed around both her wrists. He held her in place as he continued his journey downwards to kiss her. He kissed her navel, then stopped. He held her. She moved her legs, rubbing them together. Mike responded by fixing both her legs between his legs. He was stronger than she was, hell, he was stronger than everybody in this room. She didn’t appear uncomfortable; he had done this before. It reminded me of a wrestling move, locking your opponent in a hold that didn’t allow for much room to move. Mike used his mass and strength effectively. She was no match.
There was a teasing twang to his voice as he looked into her eyes: “No, no, we decide. Be a good girl. Be honest, do you want to taste a real cock?”
She nodded slowly and said: “Uh-huh.”
Mike jerked his head in my direction, indicating for me to move in. I smirked and followed his lead. I placed myself in front of her, then sat down on my knees. Mike held her wrists, but I now held her shoulders between my legs. My dick pointed at her, my cockhead wet with precum. I felt something squeeze behind my balls. My cock throbbed, bounced, and oozed more precum. I gave it a playful tug.
I leaned forward, my dick touching her lower lip. The only thing she could still move in this position was her head. She raised it a little. She opened her mouth, tried to lick it, but I pulled back. Not allowing her the action. I figured this was the game. I gently placed my hand on her forehead and pushed her down into the soft bed. She was utterly helpless. There was no fear in her eyes; she still smiled and bit her lip. She fluttered her lashes at me. I noticed that her eyes were still red.
I leaned forward, pretended to kiss her on the mouth, but veered to the left and kissed her cheek. I rubbed my cheek against her. Licked her earlobe. She sighed excitedly.
I rose a little, leaned forward, and steadied myself with my one free hand. My dick touched her lips. I smeared my precum all over her lips. I pulled back. She licked her lips, tasting my precum. I could see how she was thinking of her husband, how this might be used against him. I leaned forward again, and again my dick brushed against her lips.
“Open,” I whispered the command. She obeyed.
I leaned forward again, lowering my hard cock into her wet, open mouth. I felt her tongue flick against the tip of my cock. I pushed further, and her tongue could no longer lick the tip. I shoved my meat into her wet throat slowly and gently. She didn’t gag at first, but I knew that there would come a point where she would; they always did eventually.
She closed her mouth around my member, but I pushed on. There it was, I felt that seal in the back of her mouth, almost into her throat. She resisted as I continued to push, a resistance that she had no real control over. She gagged, I felt her struggle against the hand that held her down. She coughed awkwardly. I thought I felt teeth. I pulled back out. She stared at me, her eyes burned with mixed messages. I held my dick out, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, an open invitation. If there had been anger or shock on her face, it was the right kind.
I lowered myself into her mouth again. Again, I reached the natural blockade. She coughed and gagged. I retreated.
“I want it,” she begged in a whispering voice.
I shifted and grabbed her head with both my hands. I positioned myself in a way that allowed her a little more movement of her upper body, and for me, a little more room to maneuver. I fed her my meat, less slowly this time. I reached the back of her throat, but instead of lingering there, I raised her head and pushed against the seal. I slipped past that tightness there. She gagged violently. My natural instinct was to release her head, but as I did, she held her head up without my help. She wanted this. I returned my hands again. She coughed with my cock in her throat. She seemed in pain, but there was no resistance; in fact, she was pushing herself to experience this moment.
Something burst, her eyes red, and slime poured from her nose. I felt drops of liquid fly all over. This time, there was a resisting force. I released her. She coughed and swallowed. She sounded hoarse. She instantly opened her mouth again. Her teary eyes stared violently at me. She demanded I shove it back in there.
I obliged; she hadn’t even gotten all of me inside of her yet. I could push further, reach even further down her throat. The sight of her struggling face, the gagging, the coughing, it pushed me. I wanted to see more of this, to challenge her with my cock.
This time, I wasn’t going to allow her full control. She’d get my inches, but she wasn’t going to be in charge. I pushed past the point, held it, listened and watched her struggle, then pulled back slightly, pushed back in, pulled out a little more. I pushed deeper. Slowly, I fucked her throat. Making sure I wasn’t holding it down too long, but still trying to push myself deeper with each thrust of my hips. She gagged, then as I pulled back, she caught her breath. She moaned with my dick inside her mouth. I allowed her an occasional moment of respite, for her to breathe.
Her voice was hoarse: “Yeah, fucking right, you fucking big boy. Fuck my throat. I can fucking take it.”
I doubted that she could take it. I had held back the entire time. I could have fucked her throat far more violently if I believed she wasn’t going to vomit all over my meat. I could have fed her my entire length, right down to the balls. I could have forced her to stick out her tongue with my manhood down her throat, tickling my balls, hearing her gag, tears running down her cheeks. I hadn’t done that… yet.
A low grunt escaped my lungs. I rammed my manhood into her throat. There was no careful consideration, just raw lust. I hit the back of her throat, and she moaned, a combination of pleasure and pain. Discomfort, submission, a challenge for us both. I pulled back, rammed deep again. I fucked her face. One stroke, two strokes, three, four. I grunted. I oozed. I pulled out, mucus coating my cock, strings of it connecting us. She had a guttural madness in her eyes. She glared defiantly. She had done well, but it had cost her. She had an idea of the raw power I had and was willing to use on her. I could see it in her eyes; she wanted it.
Mike released her and clapped me encouragingly on my back. His hand was warm. I wiped the sweat from my brow and leaned forward. I kissed her on the mouth. I could taste everything. Her breath was warm and unpleasant.
“More,” she rasped. “Please.”
Mike directed me to step aside. He took my position. His fat cock in front of her full mouth. She launched herself onto his manhood. She gobbled it while he fucked her. He didn’t reach as deep as I did, but he filled her up in his own way. She grabbed Mike’s hand and put it on the back of her head, making it clear she wanted him to be rougher, possibly as rough as I had been.
Mike used the moment to press her against him. She gagged, he pulled her off. She looked a mess. Her face looked spent, weathered. She was a whore for dick. She needed us to teach her a lesson, I thought. Jason wasn’t big enough, not rough enough. Jason was no better than Avery, a cuck in the making. The thoughts flowed into my head. Violent, degrading, arrogant. Bobby’s shrimp dick could never fill a bitch like mine could. Luke was inexperienced; he needed his big brother to fucking finish the job, get her off. They needed to be together if they could ever hope to accomplish what I could by myself. My fuckstick could make her cream. I’d fuck her so hard, so raw, she would beg me to fill her up with my cum. She’d beg me to return. To show her cuck husband how a real dick fucked.
The thoughts became a dizzying mess in my head. I felt myself spiral out of control. I tried to hold on to a saner string of thought. Steadied myself, forced myself to return to normalcy.
I looked at the others, they were staring at us, watching the show we were giving them. Luke smirked at me.
Mike, meanwhile, was getting his blowjob. Slopping and slobbering sounds, moans, and grunts from both of them. I stepped up to the bed. I licked my fingers and, without much ado, I slipped one into her warm cunt. She moaned and tensed as I slid it into her. I pulled it out, and it was coated with her fluid. I used two fingers, a bit more carefully this time. The ecstatic moan sounded muted as Mike’s cock blocked it. Her body writhed with pleasure. Her cunt felt warm; it pulsated. She was opening and closing it. I felt it around my fingers. There was more room. I wriggled my fingers upward, against her abdomen. I felt the inside of her pussy, it was warm, pleasant, and the tissue felt soft. She squeezed and released.
I pulled them out slowly, then used my thumb to play with her lips and clit. I carefully used three fingers now. I placed them against her opening. She squeezed it shut. I pushed against it gently. She moaned and released. I slipped in with a gentleness. The tips of two fingers slid in, and I paused and allowed her to adjust to the sensation. She squeezed and released. I pushed further, adding the tip of the third finger. Paused. Pushed. Paused. She squeezed, released, squeezed, and released. I looked at how deep I was inside of her, not very. I pulled them out of her slowly. I instantly missed the sensation of feeling her.
“I want you inside of me,” Avery’s wife moaned as Mike allowed her a moment to speak.
Mike remained where he was. I spread her legs, lifted them. I positioned my dick against her slit. She squeezed. I pushed slowly, but noticeably. She whimpered. I kept pushing against her slicked-up cunt. She released, and I felt my member enter her warm, wet pussy. My dick was drenched with natural lube. Spit, slime, her pussy juices, my own precum. There wasn’t any resistance there. I shoved into her. I looked up, saw Mike’s back. I realized in that instant how close we were. I saw the muscles on his back ripple and flow. I followed the lines down, saw his tight ass.
I looked down at my own cock as it made its way inside. I was halfway there, it seemed. I tensed, my dick spasmed. I wondered if she could feel that. I pushed.
“Hold,” she whimpered suddenly. There was another moan. I pushed further into her. The whimpering and moaning picked up. I felt her stretched out on my rock-hard cock. She tried to squeeze, but I was too deep into her, I was too hard, too rigid, and too thick. “Oh God, yeah, fuck me. Yeah, deep.”
I heard a little slap and then her giggle. She sounded defiant. I couldn’t see through Mike’s back, but I had a pretty good idea what was happening. The slobbering moans continued.
I nearly reached the base of my manhood. I had inched my way closer and closer to Mike as he was still feeding her his dick. I paused inside of her, then gave the final push, and I heard and felt my pubic bone hit hers. I was inside of her, all the way. She moaned and squirmed, and there was a cry of pleasure. She began to move rhythmically on my dick, as if she couldn’t wait for me to make fucking motions, pumping into her.
I pulled halfway back, my shaft was wet, and there was foam. I plunged back in. Rammed it in. Skin slapped against skin. Mike was too close. His proximity made me less able to really pump into her. I need to hold on to something. He was the most logical option.
I placed my hands on his flanks. They felt swollen and tense. I waited for a reaction. “Bro?” Mike asked.
“I need to get some grip,” I explained.
Mike lifted one arm, curled it, and showed his bicep as I held on to his lats with my hands. I felt the muscles tense. He didn’t mind. Clearly.
I moved slow and steady at first. There was a strangeness to the position. Mike in front, Avery’s wife below me. Her legs spread out, my manhood in her.
I pulled myself into her by holding on to Mike. I slid into her, then out. At first I didn’t make the full motion into her, almost, but never quite there. She moaned with my thrusts. Mike’s girthy meat in her mouth. I increased my pace and rammed deeper into her. I kept inside of her, thrusting with short bursts. Skin slapping against skin.
I moved to make larger, more sweeping motions with my body. I pulled out, then pushed deep into her. Sometimes hard, sometimes soft. I couldn’t keep a rhythm, and I hoped that the chaos and unpredictability of my fucking would impress her.
“Oh god, fuck, yeah, that hurts real goooooood,” Avery’s wife moaned. She no longer had a dick in her mouth. I looked at Mike’s back. My hands were still on his lats. I could tell he stayed there for me, while I saw the rhythm of one arm moving.
“Fuck yeah,” I panted. Her moans were encouraging. I increased my pace, increased the strokes. I found a monotonous rhythm and held it. I pulled out, slapped it against her raw lips, positioned it against her slit, and rammed it into her as deep as I could. She cried out in pleasure and pain again. She hissed violently, demanding that I not stop. She wanted the rough treatment.
Mike moved. Stepping off her, allowing me to re-position myself in a way that allowed greater and freer movement. She crawled a bit further up the bed. I followed her, trying to stay inside of her. It was slightly awkward, but manageable. The sheets were wet. I felt the wetness against my skin.
My dick felt engorged, fatter than usual. It felt raw, but not painful. I couldn’t tell how long I had been abusing it by fucking her, but the drugs had numbed my ability to nut inside of her. I blessed the gods of party drugs and Viagra.
I had a free game now. I went all out. I could feel my audience, but I couldn't see them. I rammed into her, pulled out. She grabbed my wrist and placed my hand on her throat. I didn’t hesitate. Held her throat, didn’t squeeze it. She was wild and deranged. I rammed into her. She choked and grunted.
“Fuck me, yeah, fuck me,” she sang, strained.
“Shut the fuck up, bitch,” I spat at her. The words came from some dark place deep inside. My heart skipped a beat; there was a moment of genuine fear there. I feared myself. I grunted and pumped away. I was sweating. I watched how drops of sweat fell onto her. My hand on her throat. She smiled wickedly at me. I gave her exactly what she wanted.
I wanted to fuck that smile off her face. No matter how hard I fucked her, no matter my pace, my length, my rhythm, that smile on her lips told me that at the end of the day, this was her fantasy; she was still in fucking charge of everything.
The violent animal inside of me hated that it could win, that she was the opponent it couldn’t beat. I wanted to be the brute, to dominate, but this bitch wouldn’t let me. She was stronger than I was, however impossible that seemed.
“Yeah, fuck me, fuck me,” she screamed with a broken voice. I felt drained and spent as I tried to keep up with her demands. I strained, grunted, and I felt the air escape my lungs. I tried to say something, saw spittle fall onto her face.
My heart seemed to explode in my chest. I inhaled, exhaled, and then stopped. I rolled off of her. Panting like I had just run a marathon.
“Christ,” she panted next to me. “Fucking Christ.”
Mike applauded. I thought I was about to die.
Chapter 32: Fireworks
The room buzzed and swirled. My breaths were ragged and irregular. I smiled stupidly at the ceiling. I was drenched with sweat, felt it run down my heaving body, soaking into the sheets. Avery’s wife lay next to me. Mike’s form towered before me. He gave me an awe-struck expression. I had impressed the giant.
I felt how Avery’s wife brushed against my thigh. She sounded exhausted, but she was recovering faster than I was. Her fingertips searched for my manhood, my balls, but there was a clumsiness to her. I ignored her, looked at Mike. His muscles were visible; he had used them in restraining her, and he had flexed them for show. His chest was defined in this state. I followed the lines of his form, admired him. I felt the memory of his trick, as he swallowed while my meat was lodged in his throat, that pulsating and milking sensation. As much as I had enjoyed fucking her like my life depended on it, there was something to be said for the intimacy of exploring newfound brotherhood. It stirred something within me.
“I haven’t been fucked like that in a long time, holy fucking shit,” Avery’s wife exhaled the words. “Christ, I’m going to feel this tomorrow.”
I didn’t take my eyes off Mike as I smiled and said, “Fuck yeah, give me a minute. I’ll fucking do it again. You like it rough, don’t you?”
“More,” she pleaded.
“It’s my turn, dude,” Mike said. I wondered who I had said something to. Had I said it to Mike or to Avery’s wife? Did it even matter? Mike held something in his hands. He dangled something in front of us. His handcuffs. “So you want it rough?”
Avery’s wife shot up, hands outstretched. Eagerness in the act. I looked down, and my dick was unapologetically hard. I was curious to see what Show Mike was going to put on. He was last. Which meant he was allowed to prove himself against me. I was worried that he might somehow beat me. His thick and girthy dick could stretch her further than mine.
He cuffed her to the bedpost. She grinned and bit her lip. That pretend innocence in her voice: “Yes, please.”
I turned on my side to look at the woman next to me. I rose up to look at her as she lay there, wrists cuffed to the bedpost. Her tits rested on her chest. Her nipples were hard and ready to suck and bite, and pinch. I ran my fingertips over her body. She looked at me from the side, smiled, and gave me an all-knowing wink. I trailed down, stopped at her pussy. Between her legs, I saw the red, puffy cunt. She was swollen, almost to the point of being bruised by the roughness of my fucking. She dripped and glistened with juices. It had been a minute, but already it was clear just how rough I had dicked her down.
My cock sprang to life at the sight of what it had done to her.
I smiled at Mike, but he seemed to ignore me. I slipped sideways off the bed to allow Mike the stage. Avery’s wife tugged at her restraints and giggled seductively.
Mike forcefully grabbed her waist. She spread her legs without any verbal command. She looked tiny compared to Mike. He looked down, his dick semi-erect. He played with her swollen lips. Rubbing the redness, her sex. He grunted.
“You wanna see me fuck her?” Mike grunted at me, though I figured almost instantly he had also said to the others. To her husband.
“Yeah, bro,” I said as I gave him a little punch on the shoulder. “Fuck her good, man. Fill her up. Stretch her out.”
“Yeah, man,” Mike hissed as he fumbled between her legs and his. He was positioning his dick. “Fucking stretch this shit out. You wanna feel it?”
“Yeah,” Avery’s wife sighed expectantly. She squirmed and struggled. “Please, please, please.”
Mike shoved his semi against her redness. She moaned, he grunted. He pushed himself into her. It seemed uncomfortable for him.
“Fucking hell, bro,” Jason whispered. “Fucking hell. That dick of yours. Fucking stretch that shit.”
Jason’s admiration seemed to have an effect on Mike. I could see him stiffen, his dick engorging itself while inside of her. He pushed deeper into her. The red, puffy lips, inflamed, bulging, swallowed him. His muscles grew taut as he moved into her. He fucked her slowly. She moaned and whimpered at his thrusts.
“Your show now,” I whispered to Mike. I slapped his chest encouragingly. He grunted and smiled at me, without missing a beat of the rhythm he was following. I glanced at Avery’s wife, she looked me in the eyes and smiled. I winked at her, then stepped away.
I moved to where Bobby and Luke were standing. Avery sat on the ground on his hands and knees. His tiny knob glistened between his legs, almost hidden in his dark pubes.
Bobby gave me a high five. There was a softness so as not to interrupt Mike. His small dick was up. Luke was just as hard. He smirked and gave me a hug. “Fucking hell, impressive, dude. Fucking impressive.”
“Thanks,” I replied. Luke winked at me. I caught his awe and curiosity in that single wink. I grabbed his junk and squeezed it playfully. I added a little edge to my voice as I said: “You guys did great, too.”
Avery looked up at me and grinned. Even he seemed impressed. He approached me. His hand was around the base of my dick before I could reply. He licked my dick clean of his wife’s juice. There was no disgusted look on his face this time. He rubbed himself with one hand as he licked.
“Can you taste her?” I asked him with some viciousness in my voice.
“Yes,” he said submissively. He licked the length of my shaft, then focused on my balls. A strange sensation, but not unpleasant. I tried to ignore him.
Mike fucked her; he fucked her hard, while Jason stood next to him. He rammed into her. Jason whispered something I couldn’t hear at this distance. He stepped onto the bed and fucked her face while Mike fucked her cunt. Mike slapped his ass between strokes. It was loud. There was a moan, a grunt, something pleasant shared between them.
Jason’s dick never touched her the way mine did. It made me hard, thinking about it. I wondered if Avery thought it was because he was cleaning my pole with his tongue. I didn’t care. Luke looked at my hard dick, and I wondered if he thought Avery’s submissive licking was making me hard. I realized that I cared about that, but it was because I enjoyed the idea of making Luke jealous.
He had gravitated towards Mike lately, and somehow I took that as an offense. Bobby’s little brother had been so eager to show me his cock, to tease me and push me and seduce me with little games. He had always played it cool, like it was nothing. Now all that teasing had gone to Mike. The idea that Luke had finally seen me at my best, and the notion that he thought I was better than Mike gave me a surge of confidence. It meant that I had some power over Luke, that I had beaten the giant.
I stepped away from Avery and between the two brothers. I wrapped my arms around the two cockily and laughed. “You enjoying that?”
“Fuck yeah,” Bobby said, pulling on his dick. He bit his lower lip, looked at me, then hastily looked away. “Fucking awesome show, dude.”
I kept my arms around the two. I squeezed their necks, massaged them lightly. Kneading, touching, sensing for a pulse. Bobby’s heart beat hard and fast, while Luke’s was less noticeable. I wondered what it could mean. The image of Bobby trying to suck my cock flashed before my eyes. I began to realize that I really didn’t mind the image invading my mind like that. I smirked at Bobby, who did his best not to look at me.
“Let’s fucking go,” Luke purred as he made it clear he wanted to get a closer look. He stepped towards the bed, and Bobby and I followed suit.
Luke placed a hand on Mike’s back. I watched him caress it gently, almost imperceptibly. I figured I hadn’t been the only one to have shared something of a moment with Mike, the way Luke lingered. He whispered words of encouragement.
Avery’s wife moaned, and we heard the slapping noises. It wasn’t as rough as I had been; her moans weren’t as loud. Jason’s dick slid in and out of her mouth. I hardened at the sight and the knowledge that I had somehow won. She pushed Jason away, and he stepped off, allowing her to look at the behemoth that was fucking her raw.
“You ready to cum, dude?” Luke whispered.
“You want me to fucking blast you full?” Mike grunted aggressively as he pumped into her cunt. She was still red, still inflamed and raw. I felt something shift, the realization that if I had to, I would be able to cum. I feared that it wouldn’t be a little, after all, there had been too much of a build-up. “Fucking fill you up? You fucking nasty bitch? Have your cuck man eat my fucking seed from your cunt? Do you?”
Avery’s wife moaned and grinned. “Fucking do it then!” She called out in pleasure. She added with mockery: “Go on, fucking shoot, fucking shoot then!”
Mike rammed in and out; he was ravaging her. He was sweating profusely as he rammed in and out of her. His strokes were short, but passionate. I watched his back, watched his ass, watched how his entire body tensed as he pulsated and tried to reach as deep as possible into her well-worn cunt. He grunted, moaned, and yelled a series of low and guttural noises. He shuddered, then continued to fuck, but the passion was gone; he pulled back, not out. I looked and saw his dick pulsate, as if he was still in the act of filling her womb up with his seed. He pulled out after a second, appeared dizzy and exhausted. He coughed and laughed. I saw a pearly white drop dangle from the slit of his thick, circumcised dick.
The sign that he had filled her up. He undid her cuffs.
Avery’s wife grinned and hissed: “More!”
Jason’s moves were fluid and fast; before anyone could say anything, he had replaced Mike between her legs. Pecker in hand, tip pressed against her puffy sex, jacked himself off and then pushed his meat into a well-spent cunt. I watched cum ooze out of her, as I watched and heard Jason moan and shoot his remaining load into her, having his cum mix with Mike’s. The act was quick and filthy, but it made me rise to the task. Jason pulled back, his dick covered in his own cum, but also covered in another man’s seed.
Bobby stepped up, hand around his pecker. He grunted, his technique rough. He ran his hand over the shaft. There was a maddening speed to his strokes. His face was red and sweaty. He bit his lip. There was a desperation in the way he jerked. He was still having difficulty reaching an orgasm, the drugs holding him back. But he was convinced he could do it, if only he slid his hand up and down his pecker fast enough and tight enough. He grunted; he was getting tired. We all watched in silence. He tensed his legs, his buttocks. He stood on the tips of his toes, every muscle drawn tight. I recognized it, forcing all that tension to push yourself just over the edge, to reach that point of no return.
Bobby buckled and aimed his manhood at her face. She seemed unbothered by the prospect of receiving a facial from Bobby; maybe she was even into it. She opened her mouth, cupped and massaged his balls as he continued sliding up and down his shaft. He grunted again, low and dangerous. He hissed a warning. She opened her mouth.
Bobby moaned and grunted loudly. He came, he came hard. I watched a string of semen spurt from the slit of his dick. It was watery-white. Avery’s wife seemed surprised by the sheer force behind that first spurt of seed. Her mouth open and her tongue out, Bobby seemed to possess perfect aim. It hit her in the back of her throat. She closed her mouth and coughed as a second string hit her face. This time, hitting her lips and nose. I watched little droplets of Bobby’s cum fly from her subdued, close-mouthed coughs. A third spasm delivered another watery white string, smaller, but still noticeable. It hit her forehead and almost immediately ran down. She closed her left eye just in time.
Bobby shook; there was no fourth spurt, but he did ooze more.
“Fucking Hell, man,” Jason laughed. “Packing a punch. Did you see that?”
Avery’s wife giggled and cleared her throat. “Next, I want more. Give it to me!”
I figured I could do what needed to be done, but I wanted it to finish off deep inside of her. I gestured for the others to step aside. I positioned myself between her legs. Her cum-covered face smiled. She looked infinitely pleased. I caught Avery watching us. He was hard, but wasn’t touching himself. I looked at him and heard myself say: “You want to see me fill her cunt up? Yeah?”
Avery whispered and nodded. His wife smiled and gently spread her cunt open for me. Her clit gleamed, everything glistened. She was covered and coated with cum. The idea that I would shove my dick in a pussy that was half-full set me on edge, the right kind.
I felt energized again. I wondered if I could cum, or if I had to really work for it, like Bobby had. I recognized that both outcomes were fine. I would fuck her rough and hard, the way she liked it, or I’d just blast her and get my nut into her.
“Yeah, bro, fucking do it,” Jason said encouragingly.
I slapped my dick against her pussy. Using the cum of my friends as lube. My dick was wet. I pushed it in. There was no resistance. Her cunt was open for business. She felt swollen.
I started out slow, testing to see if I could cum at a low pace, but it was clear after a couple of strokes, I needed a little extra. I increased my pace. I felt my heart pound in my chest. I rammed into her, deep. She cried out with pleasure, maybe pain. Moaning and grunting. I heard my dick slopping away into the cum-filled hole. She was warm. My strokes caused foam to appear. I looked down, and the sight was as disgusting as it was hot. I rammed harder, deeper.
“Come on bro,” Jason said as he banged my chest like he was complimenting me after a workout. I had no fucking clue why he did it, but it worked for me.
“Fuck yeah,” I hissed. “Fuck yeah, bro.”
I felt my orgasm bubble up from my toes. I felt my balls clench. There was an almost painful release. I stopped fucking her as violently as I had. She moaned with me. I pumped into her. Buckled, thrust deep. I pulled back to the rhythm of my orgasm and back in. I felt the tenderness of my dick rising. I shuddered, this time because I was over-stimulated. My dick glowed as my nuts emptied themselves into her. I pictured an endless stream of semen, filling her up. A cream pie like no other.
I stopped moving because moving meant something would stimulate my dickhead, and right now, that would take me out. I looked at her face, and she looked orgasmic. Had I fucked her hard enough to give her an orgasm? Was that even possible? She closed her pussy, squeezing the entrance shut with my half-erect still in it. I shuddered and giggled. I wiped the sweat from my head.
I pulled out slowly. My dick was swollen, but no longer erect. The moment I exited her, there was a slobbering noise, like a wet fart. I watched the foam on my dick, watched how she oozed whiteness from her raw cunt.
Luke’s turn. He replaced me. Lapped the cum up with his hand and smeared it over his dick. He didn’t fuck her; instead, he just jacked himself off. My cum, Mike’s cum, Jason’s cum covering his pecker. He beat his meat furiously and quietly. He grunted once, twice, then tensed. He shot an impressive load over her body. Some landed on her tits, the rest on her stomach.
“Christ,” Luke sighed. “Fuck my life.”
Mike turned to Avery; he was the one remaining thread that needed to be dealt with. This was their fantasy, I remembered, as my head cleared itself. He put his arm around Avery’s shoulder and pushed him to his wife, who lay on the bed, a cum-soaked mess.
“Fucking clean that shit up,” Mike snapped. “Fucking do it!”
I realized that Mike shifted in the way he dealt with things. He was hard to read, but there was also something open and predictable about him. The way he dealt with Avery was exactly how he needed to deal with Avery.
Avery kissed his wife. She kissed him back. He licked her face, licked Bobby’s cum off. He looked miserable, disgusted. She guided him down with a hand. He reluctantly moved down. Licked drops of cum from her tits and body. He stopped as he reached her sex.
I looked at it the way he looked at it. We had done a number on her, I had done a number on her. Her pussy was red and swollen. She would feel this tomorrow, if not for days afterwards. She was filled up with cum, that cum had been worked up into a foamy substance that leaked out. I figured my own cum wasn’t whipped up; it had been deposited deep inside.
Avery licked his wife, then I saw him, almost lovingly, blow on her glowing pussy. To cool her down. I figured she needed an icepack. He scooped some of our cum up with his hand, smeared it onto his own tiny little knob. It clung to his black pubes.
He licked her again, carefully, gently. He licked her clit, placed his mouth over her pussy, and sucked it clean. He moaned as he jacked himself off with his mouth over her sex and his fingers rubbing his slick little pecker to completion. There was a grunt. He had finished.
She grabbed his head, held him between her legs. She moaned as he licked and licked and brought her to orgasm. She seemed spent, exhausted, a mess. Avery crawled up next to her.
Jason gave us a sign. We had to leave. We stepped out of the room and closed the door behind us. This was part of the fucked up arrangement Jason had made with Avery.
We walked downstairs.
Jason whispered that we had to get our stuff and leave. There was an Uber waiting outside. We scrambled to find our clothes. Nobody spoke. I worried about my stuff. Within 30 minutes, we stood outside looking disheveled and deranged.
The sun would soon rise; it was nearly morning. Jason told the driver to take us to his apartment. The driver didn’t ask questions. Luke asked something, and Jason explained that we could get the rest of our items in a couple of hours.
We sat in the back of the car like exhausted zombies. I felt my dick ooze.
The room buzzed and swirled. My breaths were ragged and irregular. I smiled stupidly at the ceiling. I was drenched with sweat, felt it run down my heaving body, soaking into the sheets. Avery’s wife lay next to me. Mike’s form towered before me. He gave me an awe-struck expression. I had impressed the giant.
I felt how Avery’s wife brushed against my thigh. She sounded exhausted, but she was recovering faster than I was. Her fingertips searched for my manhood, my balls, but there was a clumsiness to her. I ignored her, looked at Mike. His muscles were visible; he had used them in restraining her, and he had flexed them for show. His chest was defined in this state. I followed the lines of his form, admired him. I felt the memory of his trick, as he swallowed while my meat was lodged in his throat, that pulsating and milking sensation. As much as I had enjoyed fucking her like my life depended on it, there was something to be said for the intimacy of exploring newfound brotherhood. It stirred something within me.
“I haven’t been fucked like that in a long time, holy fucking shit,” Avery’s wife exhaled the words. “Christ, I’m going to feel this tomorrow.”
I didn’t take my eyes off Mike as I smiled and said, “Fuck yeah, give me a minute. I’ll fucking do it again. You like it rough, don’t you?”
“More,” she pleaded.
“It’s my turn, dude,” Mike said. I wondered who I had said something to. Had I said it to Mike or to Avery’s wife? Did it even matter? Mike held something in his hands. He dangled something in front of us. His handcuffs. “So you want it rough?”
Avery’s wife shot up, hands outstretched. Eagerness in the act. I looked down, and my dick was unapologetically hard. I was curious to see what Show Mike was going to put on. He was last. Which meant he was allowed to prove himself against me. I was worried that he might somehow beat me. His thick and girthy dick could stretch her further than mine.
He cuffed her to the bedpost. She grinned and bit her lip. That pretend innocence in her voice: “Yes, please.”
I turned on my side to look at the woman next to me. I rose up to look at her as she lay there, wrists cuffed to the bedpost. Her tits rested on her chest. Her nipples were hard and ready to suck and bite, and pinch. I ran my fingertips over her body. She looked at me from the side, smiled, and gave me an all-knowing wink. I trailed down, stopped at her pussy. Between her legs, I saw the red, puffy cunt. She was swollen, almost to the point of being bruised by the roughness of my fucking. She dripped and glistened with juices. It had been a minute, but already it was clear just how rough I had dicked her down.
My cock sprang to life at the sight of what it had done to her.
I smiled at Mike, but he seemed to ignore me. I slipped sideways off the bed to allow Mike the stage. Avery’s wife tugged at her restraints and giggled seductively.
Mike forcefully grabbed her waist. She spread her legs without any verbal command. She looked tiny compared to Mike. He looked down, his dick semi-erect. He played with her swollen lips. Rubbing the redness, her sex. He grunted.
“You wanna see me fuck her?” Mike grunted at me, though I figured almost instantly he had also said to the others. To her husband.
“Yeah, bro,” I said as I gave him a little punch on the shoulder. “Fuck her good, man. Fill her up. Stretch her out.”
“Yeah, man,” Mike hissed as he fumbled between her legs and his. He was positioning his dick. “Fucking stretch this shit out. You wanna feel it?”
“Yeah,” Avery’s wife sighed expectantly. She squirmed and struggled. “Please, please, please.”
Mike shoved his semi against her redness. She moaned, he grunted. He pushed himself into her. It seemed uncomfortable for him.
“Fucking hell, bro,” Jason whispered. “Fucking hell. That dick of yours. Fucking stretch that shit.”
Jason’s admiration seemed to have an effect on Mike. I could see him stiffen, his dick engorging itself while inside of her. He pushed deeper into her. The red, puffy lips, inflamed, bulging, swallowed him. His muscles grew taut as he moved into her. He fucked her slowly. She moaned and whimpered at his thrusts.
“Your show now,” I whispered to Mike. I slapped his chest encouragingly. He grunted and smiled at me, without missing a beat of the rhythm he was following. I glanced at Avery’s wife, she looked me in the eyes and smiled. I winked at her, then stepped away.
I moved to where Bobby and Luke were standing. Avery sat on the ground on his hands and knees. His tiny knob glistened between his legs, almost hidden in his dark pubes.
Bobby gave me a high five. There was a softness so as not to interrupt Mike. His small dick was up. Luke was just as hard. He smirked and gave me a hug. “Fucking hell, impressive, dude. Fucking impressive.”
“Thanks,” I replied. Luke winked at me. I caught his awe and curiosity in that single wink. I grabbed his junk and squeezed it playfully. I added a little edge to my voice as I said: “You guys did great, too.”
Avery looked up at me and grinned. Even he seemed impressed. He approached me. His hand was around the base of my dick before I could reply. He licked my dick clean of his wife’s juice. There was no disgusted look on his face this time. He rubbed himself with one hand as he licked.
“Can you taste her?” I asked him with some viciousness in my voice.
“Yes,” he said submissively. He licked the length of my shaft, then focused on my balls. A strange sensation, but not unpleasant. I tried to ignore him.
Mike fucked her; he fucked her hard, while Jason stood next to him. He rammed into her. Jason whispered something I couldn’t hear at this distance. He stepped onto the bed and fucked her face while Mike fucked her cunt. Mike slapped his ass between strokes. It was loud. There was a moan, a grunt, something pleasant shared between them.
Jason’s dick never touched her the way mine did. It made me hard, thinking about it. I wondered if Avery thought it was because he was cleaning my pole with his tongue. I didn’t care. Luke looked at my hard dick, and I wondered if he thought Avery’s submissive licking was making me hard. I realized that I cared about that, but it was because I enjoyed the idea of making Luke jealous.
He had gravitated towards Mike lately, and somehow I took that as an offense. Bobby’s little brother had been so eager to show me his cock, to tease me and push me and seduce me with little games. He had always played it cool, like it was nothing. Now all that teasing had gone to Mike. The idea that Luke had finally seen me at my best, and the notion that he thought I was better than Mike gave me a surge of confidence. It meant that I had some power over Luke, that I had beaten the giant.
I stepped away from Avery and between the two brothers. I wrapped my arms around the two cockily and laughed. “You enjoying that?”
“Fuck yeah,” Bobby said, pulling on his dick. He bit his lower lip, looked at me, then hastily looked away. “Fucking awesome show, dude.”
I kept my arms around the two. I squeezed their necks, massaged them lightly. Kneading, touching, sensing for a pulse. Bobby’s heart beat hard and fast, while Luke’s was less noticeable. I wondered what it could mean. The image of Bobby trying to suck my cock flashed before my eyes. I began to realize that I really didn’t mind the image invading my mind like that. I smirked at Bobby, who did his best not to look at me.
“Let’s fucking go,” Luke purred as he made it clear he wanted to get a closer look. He stepped towards the bed, and Bobby and I followed suit.
Luke placed a hand on Mike’s back. I watched him caress it gently, almost imperceptibly. I figured I hadn’t been the only one to have shared something of a moment with Mike, the way Luke lingered. He whispered words of encouragement.
Avery’s wife moaned, and we heard the slapping noises. It wasn’t as rough as I had been; her moans weren’t as loud. Jason’s dick slid in and out of her mouth. I hardened at the sight and the knowledge that I had somehow won. She pushed Jason away, and he stepped off, allowing her to look at the behemoth that was fucking her raw.
“You ready to cum, dude?” Luke whispered.
“You want me to fucking blast you full?” Mike grunted aggressively as he pumped into her cunt. She was still red, still inflamed and raw. I felt something shift, the realization that if I had to, I would be able to cum. I feared that it wouldn’t be a little, after all, there had been too much of a build-up. “Fucking fill you up? You fucking nasty bitch? Have your cuck man eat my fucking seed from your cunt? Do you?”
Avery’s wife moaned and grinned. “Fucking do it then!” She called out in pleasure. She added with mockery: “Go on, fucking shoot, fucking shoot then!”
Mike rammed in and out; he was ravaging her. He was sweating profusely as he rammed in and out of her. His strokes were short, but passionate. I watched his back, watched his ass, watched how his entire body tensed as he pulsated and tried to reach as deep as possible into her well-worn cunt. He grunted, moaned, and yelled a series of low and guttural noises. He shuddered, then continued to fuck, but the passion was gone; he pulled back, not out. I looked and saw his dick pulsate, as if he was still in the act of filling her womb up with his seed. He pulled out after a second, appeared dizzy and exhausted. He coughed and laughed. I saw a pearly white drop dangle from the slit of his thick, circumcised dick.
The sign that he had filled her up. He undid her cuffs.
Avery’s wife grinned and hissed: “More!”
Jason’s moves were fluid and fast; before anyone could say anything, he had replaced Mike between her legs. Pecker in hand, tip pressed against her puffy sex, jacked himself off and then pushed his meat into a well-spent cunt. I watched cum ooze out of her, as I watched and heard Jason moan and shoot his remaining load into her, having his cum mix with Mike’s. The act was quick and filthy, but it made me rise to the task. Jason pulled back, his dick covered in his own cum, but also covered in another man’s seed.
Bobby stepped up, hand around his pecker. He grunted, his technique rough. He ran his hand over the shaft. There was a maddening speed to his strokes. His face was red and sweaty. He bit his lip. There was a desperation in the way he jerked. He was still having difficulty reaching an orgasm, the drugs holding him back. But he was convinced he could do it, if only he slid his hand up and down his pecker fast enough and tight enough. He grunted; he was getting tired. We all watched in silence. He tensed his legs, his buttocks. He stood on the tips of his toes, every muscle drawn tight. I recognized it, forcing all that tension to push yourself just over the edge, to reach that point of no return.
Bobby buckled and aimed his manhood at her face. She seemed unbothered by the prospect of receiving a facial from Bobby; maybe she was even into it. She opened her mouth, cupped and massaged his balls as he continued sliding up and down his shaft. He grunted again, low and dangerous. He hissed a warning. She opened her mouth.
Bobby moaned and grunted loudly. He came, he came hard. I watched a string of semen spurt from the slit of his dick. It was watery-white. Avery’s wife seemed surprised by the sheer force behind that first spurt of seed. Her mouth open and her tongue out, Bobby seemed to possess perfect aim. It hit her in the back of her throat. She closed her mouth and coughed as a second string hit her face. This time, hitting her lips and nose. I watched little droplets of Bobby’s cum fly from her subdued, close-mouthed coughs. A third spasm delivered another watery white string, smaller, but still noticeable. It hit her forehead and almost immediately ran down. She closed her left eye just in time.
Bobby shook; there was no fourth spurt, but he did ooze more.
“Fucking Hell, man,” Jason laughed. “Packing a punch. Did you see that?”
Avery’s wife giggled and cleared her throat. “Next, I want more. Give it to me!”
I figured I could do what needed to be done, but I wanted it to finish off deep inside of her. I gestured for the others to step aside. I positioned myself between her legs. Her cum-covered face smiled. She looked infinitely pleased. I caught Avery watching us. He was hard, but wasn’t touching himself. I looked at him and heard myself say: “You want to see me fill her cunt up? Yeah?”
Avery whispered and nodded. His wife smiled and gently spread her cunt open for me. Her clit gleamed, everything glistened. She was covered and coated with cum. The idea that I would shove my dick in a pussy that was half-full set me on edge, the right kind.
I felt energized again. I wondered if I could cum, or if I had to really work for it, like Bobby had. I recognized that both outcomes were fine. I would fuck her rough and hard, the way she liked it, or I’d just blast her and get my nut into her.
“Yeah, bro, fucking do it,” Jason said encouragingly.
I slapped my dick against her pussy. Using the cum of my friends as lube. My dick was wet. I pushed it in. There was no resistance. Her cunt was open for business. She felt swollen.
I started out slow, testing to see if I could cum at a low pace, but it was clear after a couple of strokes, I needed a little extra. I increased my pace. I felt my heart pound in my chest. I rammed into her, deep. She cried out with pleasure, maybe pain. Moaning and grunting. I heard my dick slopping away into the cum-filled hole. She was warm. My strokes caused foam to appear. I looked down, and the sight was as disgusting as it was hot. I rammed harder, deeper.
“Come on bro,” Jason said as he banged my chest like he was complimenting me after a workout. I had no fucking clue why he did it, but it worked for me.
“Fuck yeah,” I hissed. “Fuck yeah, bro.”
I felt my orgasm bubble up from my toes. I felt my balls clench. There was an almost painful release. I stopped fucking her as violently as I had. She moaned with me. I pumped into her. Buckled, thrust deep. I pulled back to the rhythm of my orgasm and back in. I felt the tenderness of my dick rising. I shuddered, this time because I was over-stimulated. My dick glowed as my nuts emptied themselves into her. I pictured an endless stream of semen, filling her up. A cream pie like no other.
I stopped moving because moving meant something would stimulate my dickhead, and right now, that would take me out. I looked at her face, and she looked orgasmic. Had I fucked her hard enough to give her an orgasm? Was that even possible? She closed her pussy, squeezing the entrance shut with my half-erect still in it. I shuddered and giggled. I wiped the sweat from my head.
I pulled out slowly. My dick was swollen, but no longer erect. The moment I exited her, there was a slobbering noise, like a wet fart. I watched the foam on my dick, watched how she oozed whiteness from her raw cunt.
Luke’s turn. He replaced me. Lapped the cum up with his hand and smeared it over his dick. He didn’t fuck her; instead, he just jacked himself off. My cum, Mike’s cum, Jason’s cum covering his pecker. He beat his meat furiously and quietly. He grunted once, twice, then tensed. He shot an impressive load over her body. Some landed on her tits, the rest on her stomach.
“Christ,” Luke sighed. “Fuck my life.”
Mike turned to Avery; he was the one remaining thread that needed to be dealt with. This was their fantasy, I remembered, as my head cleared itself. He put his arm around Avery’s shoulder and pushed him to his wife, who lay on the bed, a cum-soaked mess.
“Fucking clean that shit up,” Mike snapped. “Fucking do it!”
I realized that Mike shifted in the way he dealt with things. He was hard to read, but there was also something open and predictable about him. The way he dealt with Avery was exactly how he needed to deal with Avery.
Avery kissed his wife. She kissed him back. He licked her face, licked Bobby’s cum off. He looked miserable, disgusted. She guided him down with a hand. He reluctantly moved down. Licked drops of cum from her tits and body. He stopped as he reached her sex.
I looked at it the way he looked at it. We had done a number on her, I had done a number on her. Her pussy was red and swollen. She would feel this tomorrow, if not for days afterwards. She was filled up with cum, that cum had been worked up into a foamy substance that leaked out. I figured my own cum wasn’t whipped up; it had been deposited deep inside.
Avery licked his wife, then I saw him, almost lovingly, blow on her glowing pussy. To cool her down. I figured she needed an icepack. He scooped some of our cum up with his hand, smeared it onto his own tiny little knob. It clung to his black pubes.
He licked her again, carefully, gently. He licked her clit, placed his mouth over her pussy, and sucked it clean. He moaned as he jacked himself off with his mouth over her sex and his fingers rubbing his slick little pecker to completion. There was a grunt. He had finished.
She grabbed his head, held him between her legs. She moaned as he licked and licked and brought her to orgasm. She seemed spent, exhausted, a mess. Avery crawled up next to her.
Jason gave us a sign. We had to leave. We stepped out of the room and closed the door behind us. This was part of the fucked up arrangement Jason had made with Avery.
We walked downstairs.
Jason whispered that we had to get our stuff and leave. There was an Uber waiting outside. We scrambled to find our clothes. Nobody spoke. I worried about my stuff. Within 30 minutes, we stood outside looking disheveled and deranged.
The sun would soon rise; it was nearly morning. Jason told the driver to take us to his apartment. The driver didn’t ask questions. Luke asked something, and Jason explained that we could get the rest of our items in a couple of hours.
We sat in the back of the car like exhausted zombies. I felt my dick ooze.
Epilogue:
We were all sluggish, drifting in and out of sleep as the last effects of the drugs finally wore off. Jason’s apartment was a mess. We didn’t care. I didn’t care.
“Hell of a night, right?” Mike sighed. He stretched out, hands above his head. I could see a strip of skin reveal itself.
“Christ, yeah,” I said. “Fuck. I… I… that was new.”
Bobby nodded, slipping on one of Jason’s cheap sunglasses, hiding his eyes. “I’m going to regret this.”
“Are you?” Mike asked seriously.
“The drugs? The exhaustion? Fuck, it’ll be a miracle if I don’t collapse at work this week.”
Mike seemed slightly disappointed. It was clear that his question had been aimed at something else. Bobby seemed to take a while to understand what that was. Apologetically, he smiled and said: “Shit, sorry, not like that. This was fun. Yeah. Don’t worry, no regrets there. I mean, yeah, this was a new one for the books. Right?”
Mike smiled and nodded. He seemed pleased with the answer.
“Jace,” Mike called out. “Any word?”
“Just got a text,” Jason replied from the kitchen. “We can get our stuff later today. We did good, a little too good apparently.” There was the sound of a snicker and a chuckle from the kitchen. “Luke still alive?”
“Barely,” Bobby said as he walked over to where Luke was fast asleep on the couch. “I can’t fucking do that, you know. Fucking sleep. Jealous. My hand is fucking killing me. Fuck!” Bobby opened and closed his hand, balled it into a fist, stretched out his fingers.
“I wonder why,” I winked at him.
“Fuck off,” Bobby threw a pillow at me, missing.
I closed my eyes, instantly felt myself slipping away, a falling sensation. Darkness. Thoughts flowed into me. I reviewed everything. I felt a strange feeling of shame wash over me, the thoughts I had had, the primal urges I had given in to. I didn’t know why, or how, or if I had ever experienced it before. I wondered if I recognized myself. My dick throbbed, not with pleasure, but with a numbing pain. I had worked it over good. I had never before fucked this hard in my life, at least not as shamelessly.
I had felt superior to my closest friends, and I had proven that, in a way, that feeling was valid. There was more there, as much as I tried to stay with the image of us running a train on Avery’s wife, my mind kept conjuring up other images. They flashed in and out of my mind with lightning speed.
The door was open, I just didn’t know if I had the guts to step through. Maybe if I weren’t stepping through that door alone, it wouldn’t be as scary?
I thought of Bobby and Luke. Luke had always been the freer spirit of the two, but Bobby had shown his true colors. As much as I saw myself in him, or thought I did, he had shown me that there were plenty of differences between us.
Mike was interesting, but I couldn’t place him. I wanted to believe that we could end up being friends, but it needed more time.
Jason’s face drifted into view as I opened my eyes again. I looked around. Somebody had undressed me. Had I fallen asleep? For how long? A rush of adrenaline flooded my system. I shot up, looked around. Everybody stared at me, laughing, dressed.
I looked at my body, and somebody had drawn dicks on me, lots and lots of dicks.
“You fucker!” I yelled at Jason.
We were all sluggish, drifting in and out of sleep as the last effects of the drugs finally wore off. Jason’s apartment was a mess. We didn’t care. I didn’t care.
“Hell of a night, right?” Mike sighed. He stretched out, hands above his head. I could see a strip of skin reveal itself.
“Christ, yeah,” I said. “Fuck. I… I… that was new.”
Bobby nodded, slipping on one of Jason’s cheap sunglasses, hiding his eyes. “I’m going to regret this.”
“Are you?” Mike asked seriously.
“The drugs? The exhaustion? Fuck, it’ll be a miracle if I don’t collapse at work this week.”
Mike seemed slightly disappointed. It was clear that his question had been aimed at something else. Bobby seemed to take a while to understand what that was. Apologetically, he smiled and said: “Shit, sorry, not like that. This was fun. Yeah. Don’t worry, no regrets there. I mean, yeah, this was a new one for the books. Right?”
Mike smiled and nodded. He seemed pleased with the answer.
“Jace,” Mike called out. “Any word?”
“Just got a text,” Jason replied from the kitchen. “We can get our stuff later today. We did good, a little too good apparently.” There was the sound of a snicker and a chuckle from the kitchen. “Luke still alive?”
“Barely,” Bobby said as he walked over to where Luke was fast asleep on the couch. “I can’t fucking do that, you know. Fucking sleep. Jealous. My hand is fucking killing me. Fuck!” Bobby opened and closed his hand, balled it into a fist, stretched out his fingers.
“I wonder why,” I winked at him.
“Fuck off,” Bobby threw a pillow at me, missing.
I closed my eyes, instantly felt myself slipping away, a falling sensation. Darkness. Thoughts flowed into me. I reviewed everything. I felt a strange feeling of shame wash over me, the thoughts I had had, the primal urges I had given in to. I didn’t know why, or how, or if I had ever experienced it before. I wondered if I recognized myself. My dick throbbed, not with pleasure, but with a numbing pain. I had worked it over good. I had never before fucked this hard in my life, at least not as shamelessly.
I had felt superior to my closest friends, and I had proven that, in a way, that feeling was valid. There was more there, as much as I tried to stay with the image of us running a train on Avery’s wife, my mind kept conjuring up other images. They flashed in and out of my mind with lightning speed.
The door was open, I just didn’t know if I had the guts to step through. Maybe if I weren’t stepping through that door alone, it wouldn’t be as scary?
I thought of Bobby and Luke. Luke had always been the freer spirit of the two, but Bobby had shown his true colors. As much as I saw myself in him, or thought I did, he had shown me that there were plenty of differences between us.
Mike was interesting, but I couldn’t place him. I wanted to believe that we could end up being friends, but it needed more time.
Jason’s face drifted into view as I opened my eyes again. I looked around. Somebody had undressed me. Had I fallen asleep? For how long? A rush of adrenaline flooded my system. I shot up, looked around. Everybody stared at me, laughing, dressed.
I looked at my body, and somebody had drawn dicks on me, lots and lots of dicks.
“You fucker!” I yelled at Jason.
Noooooooooooooooo, damn, thought something was gonna happen with Bobby, or even Mike, thought they would have fucked Avery at least 
Bravo!!!!!! Although there has to be a sequel like Another Circle Jerk With the Guys.....the sidebar conversations in a separate room or in that shower or that sauna created so much tension.....I need closure with respect to the main character's latent desires, he has to wrap his lips around one of his buddies and give and be sub and set aside his alpha tendencies.....
Now that was an excellent story and great writing and characters. Awesome--thanks---hard dicks for all.
Thank you all for reading 
I wanted to escalate things to the next level, and it sort of happened, but at the same time, it didn't go as far as it could have gone.
I think I know why. There are arcs there; the main character went from a passive voyeur to a more active participant. Gathering secrets was how he started out, the type of person who lives through the experiences of others, but who also finds strength and power in discovering little shameful details and possibilities. He knows he's got a big dick; he has been praised for it, and there is that competitive streak that is just pushed to the next level because of drugs. It's his own shameful little secret, buried underneath layers of expectations and habits and neuroticism, coming to the surface, and he's leaning into it, but not quite surrendering to it. His voyeurism and his competitiveness are born from the same place: the desire for power, to have something others don't.
Bobby is the more reserved, but he has dabbled, dipped his toes in that water. He's always kept it behind closed doors; he's insecure, but adventurous. He knows his strengths and his weaknesses, but it's hard to tell when the switch flips from one to the other. So he's protective of himself, which means that he always pulls back, but his desires are still there. He's still got that dark little streak to him. He denies it, but also acts on it, but when he does, he wants to be in control. Much like the main character, he needs an excuse, a reason, something he can blame when he does something he wants to do but is afraid to do. He went from secretive to more open and outgoing, losing the inhibitions he has, and knows he has.
Luke is more outgoing, more willing to experiment openly, but he's relatively young and new, and he is the type who looks for new thrills. As a result, he's mercurial. He gravitates towards one person and pushes his luck with that person. In the first part, he gravitated towards the main character. He pushed him out of his comfort zone, flirting, playing, promising. He's the guy who gets a bromance going, but he's also the guy who will find a new bromance when somebody new comes rolling by... in this case, Mike. The guy who had his eyes on one, but strays and finds someone else (and returns).
Jason is the cocky asshole, the friend who you shouldn't trust, and you know exactly why you shouldn't. He always goes too far, he always gets you in trouble, or fucks up, but he's also the guy you really want to hang around with. Jason is that bad influence that you think you can work with and around, but can you, really? For every broken promise, he pulls you back in with something promising and fun. You know you shouldn't, but you've been friends forever, and forewarned has to count for something... right? Jason, in this sequel, is the same Jason, except that now he's revealed to be a bit more of a control freak. He has plans, and those plans are important to him. He hates it when those plans fail. He's also the reason why I couldn't write a down-and-dirty full-on gay ending. Jason isn't gay; he isn't as flexible as a Luke or a Mike, or even as flexible as the main character and Bobby. When Jason't plans go up in smoke, he tends to shut down, and try to correct the course. He's the one who fucked up. The guy in control, who ended up losing control.
Mike was the wildcard, the one who was unknown to the gang, but who got pulled into it by Jason. Why? Because, as the main character speculated, this was never about the guys bonding; it was about seeing if they could handle that part of Jason's hedonistic life. Mike was just the bridge between Jason's old friends and the life he hinted at to them. Mike, as a wildcard, is a safe bet. He's calm, but a freak. He has a public persona and a hidden hedonistic freak. He'll do anything, anyone. For him, this is just a cool weekend, yet another little adventure Jason has roped him into.
When I started writing, I fully intended for things to escalate. But Bobby and Luke wouldn't cross that line, not openly, not to that level. Together, but not together. Despite the fantasy of brothers getting it on together, for these two, it seemed out of place. Maybe if I hadn't made Bobby so neurotic around his friends, it would have been easier. But there was too much of an established background there. They all knew each other since childhood. Watching your friend fuck or suck his own brother... that felt like it would break character and suspension of disbelief.
I think I would be able to write brother/brother, just not in this story.
Everything else... they've gone more than a few steps forward in being willing to experiment. Maybe in the future? When there's more trust between them, when they know beforehand what will happen. When they can pretend there's an excuse and nobody to ever find out.
Maybe Bobby and the MC end up in Avery's cuckold web?
Maybe Luke and Mike get roped into one of Jason's parties?
Maybe Jason is going to make a proposal beforehand, telling everybody what they can expect and what he has planned, instead of being shifty?
Maybe Avery and his wife will come to a new arrangement, finding new meat amongst the group?
There are always possibilities...
I wanted to escalate things to the next level, and it sort of happened, but at the same time, it didn't go as far as it could have gone.
I think I know why. There are arcs there; the main character went from a passive voyeur to a more active participant. Gathering secrets was how he started out, the type of person who lives through the experiences of others, but who also finds strength and power in discovering little shameful details and possibilities. He knows he's got a big dick; he has been praised for it, and there is that competitive streak that is just pushed to the next level because of drugs. It's his own shameful little secret, buried underneath layers of expectations and habits and neuroticism, coming to the surface, and he's leaning into it, but not quite surrendering to it. His voyeurism and his competitiveness are born from the same place: the desire for power, to have something others don't.
Bobby is the more reserved, but he has dabbled, dipped his toes in that water. He's always kept it behind closed doors; he's insecure, but adventurous. He knows his strengths and his weaknesses, but it's hard to tell when the switch flips from one to the other. So he's protective of himself, which means that he always pulls back, but his desires are still there. He's still got that dark little streak to him. He denies it, but also acts on it, but when he does, he wants to be in control. Much like the main character, he needs an excuse, a reason, something he can blame when he does something he wants to do but is afraid to do. He went from secretive to more open and outgoing, losing the inhibitions he has, and knows he has.
Luke is more outgoing, more willing to experiment openly, but he's relatively young and new, and he is the type who looks for new thrills. As a result, he's mercurial. He gravitates towards one person and pushes his luck with that person. In the first part, he gravitated towards the main character. He pushed him out of his comfort zone, flirting, playing, promising. He's the guy who gets a bromance going, but he's also the guy who will find a new bromance when somebody new comes rolling by... in this case, Mike. The guy who had his eyes on one, but strays and finds someone else (and returns).
Jason is the cocky asshole, the friend who you shouldn't trust, and you know exactly why you shouldn't. He always goes too far, he always gets you in trouble, or fucks up, but he's also the guy you really want to hang around with. Jason is that bad influence that you think you can work with and around, but can you, really? For every broken promise, he pulls you back in with something promising and fun. You know you shouldn't, but you've been friends forever, and forewarned has to count for something... right? Jason, in this sequel, is the same Jason, except that now he's revealed to be a bit more of a control freak. He has plans, and those plans are important to him. He hates it when those plans fail. He's also the reason why I couldn't write a down-and-dirty full-on gay ending. Jason isn't gay; he isn't as flexible as a Luke or a Mike, or even as flexible as the main character and Bobby. When Jason't plans go up in smoke, he tends to shut down, and try to correct the course. He's the one who fucked up. The guy in control, who ended up losing control.
Mike was the wildcard, the one who was unknown to the gang, but who got pulled into it by Jason. Why? Because, as the main character speculated, this was never about the guys bonding; it was about seeing if they could handle that part of Jason's hedonistic life. Mike was just the bridge between Jason's old friends and the life he hinted at to them. Mike, as a wildcard, is a safe bet. He's calm, but a freak. He has a public persona and a hidden hedonistic freak. He'll do anything, anyone. For him, this is just a cool weekend, yet another little adventure Jason has roped him into.
When I started writing, I fully intended for things to escalate. But Bobby and Luke wouldn't cross that line, not openly, not to that level. Together, but not together. Despite the fantasy of brothers getting it on together, for these two, it seemed out of place. Maybe if I hadn't made Bobby so neurotic around his friends, it would have been easier. But there was too much of an established background there. They all knew each other since childhood. Watching your friend fuck or suck his own brother... that felt like it would break character and suspension of disbelief.
I think I would be able to write brother/brother, just not in this story.
Everything else... they've gone more than a few steps forward in being willing to experiment. Maybe in the future? When there's more trust between them, when they know beforehand what will happen. When they can pretend there's an excuse and nobody to ever find out.
Maybe Bobby and the MC end up in Avery's cuckold web?
Maybe Luke and Mike get roped into one of Jason's parties?
Maybe Jason is going to make a proposal beforehand, telling everybody what they can expect and what he has planned, instead of being shifty?
Maybe Avery and his wife will come to a new arrangement, finding new meat amongst the group?
There are always possibilities...
Awesome story and excellent writing...You did very well with words and characters. Was a lot to manage and you did it...
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Great story, excellent writing, excellent characters too! I'm fully gay but I got my rocks off a few times to this. The tension of will they wont they is perfect!
The main character has no name, and no real appearance... that was intentional, because he is you.
Meaning that he's intentionally written as much as a blank page so you (the reader) can project yourself onto him, making the first person narration, your narration.
The main character can be who you want him to be. At least that was the idea behind not giving him a name and being sparse with details about the way he looks.
Live the fantasy.
Oh I didMeaning that he's intentionally written as much as a blank page so you (the reader) can project yourself onto him, making the first person narration, your narration.
The main character can be who you want him to be. At least that was the idea behind not giving him a name and being sparse with details about the way he looks.
Live the fantasy.
Yeah. I lost it after "he put his hands on his flanks". Until that point I had just edged for 30 something chapters and I lost it and shot ropes thinking about what was cumming next. ....
I was hoping you'd address the thing between Luke & Mike and what exactly was going on between them and I was surprised how he and the main character didn't continue fooling around like they did in the first story..
I loved story #1 but life has been hectic and I have not read all of Story #2 to-date.
Has Mike’s cage been unlocked and his cock size revealed? Curious because when he spoke of it, it sounded respectably sized but I suspect he is much smaller than he wants the guys to know.
Has Mike’s cage been unlocked and his cock size revealed? Curious because when he spoke of it, it sounded respectably sized but I suspect he is much smaller than he wants the guys to know.
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