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 A Real Pussy I - Chapters 1-4 (M/F/t, M/t/b/, M/F/M, M/F, cuckold, pedo,
oral, anal, ws, scat) by Coproman

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   "If you're a guy, you gotta be a real pussy to let another guy shoot his
load in your fucking face," Demarco declared.  "That's about as gay as you
can get."

   "What about taking it up the ass?" I offered.  "That's pretty fucking
gay too."

   "I hear you," he said, "but that's different, 'cause your ass is behind
you.  If somebody fucked your ass then took a picture of it and posted it
on Facebook in a lineup with a bunch of other fucked asses, you'd probably
have a hard time picking out your own ass.  But your face--that's
different. It's who you are.  It's how people KNOW you, for Christ's sake.
So taking a load there is like somebody spitting in your face or slapping
you.  For one guy to do that to another is the ultimate fucking put-down.
It's like him saying, 'Your face is the same as a fucking cunt, so I'm
gonna splooge in it.'"

   I could understand Demarco's feelings.  If you saw him, you could too.
With his hazel eyes, cafe au lait complexion, and chiseled features, the
guy was, at 25, about as handsome as you could get, so his face was his
whole world.  On top of that, he was six-foot-two and fit as a fiddle, with
a six-pack of abs to die for.  But it was his face that did it for him, a
face so attractive that it caused both women and men to pay more attention
to it than to where they were going, which resulted in a lot of
embarrassing stumbles, bumps, and collisions.  And walking with Demarco,
you could tell how much he loved that, even with the guys, though he
himself was--unfortunately--straight as a fucking arrow.

   So, yeah, what he said about getting splooged in the face made sense for
a guy like him, but what I was thinking, and what I really wanted to say to
him, was "Hey, man, don't knock it till you've tried it." Of course I
didn't say that, mainly because Demarco had made it clear how uncomfortable
he was being around guys who were attracted to other guys "that way," and
he wasn't likely to change his mind.  So even though I'd known him for
several years and we'd become close, I always hid my bisexuality from him
because, as "cave-manish" as most of his views on relationships were, I
valued our friendship.  Still I did wonder what would happen if I told
Demarco that my fantasy was for him to shoot his load in my face.  Would he
think that I, his good friend, was also "a real pussy" and stop associating
with me?  I wasn't sure, so I kept my mouth shut.

   Early on, at age six or seven, I discovered two things about myself: I
was attracted to both guys and girls, and I was a certified submissive.  In
my straight relationships, this has usually meant being a cuckold, which
I've always done willingly and eagerly.  More than a few times, I've sat
back pulling on my four-inch pecker while some big Demarco-like stud plowed
away at my girlfriend's pussy with his eight-inch-plus piledriver.  After
shooting a massive load in her, he'll pull out and she'll order me to clean
her up.  There's nothing in the world like seeing another guy's cum
glistening inside your woman's red, freshly fucked cunt, and though part of
our game is for me to be reluctant to play the role of a wimp, it's hard to
hide my excitement as I nose-dive between her legs and slurp his slimy seed
out of her snatch.  Just knowing that hundreds of millions of some strange
guy's baby-makers are swimming both upstream to her uterus and downstream
to my stomach is nearly enough by itself to make me blow my wad, and when I
finally do, of course, I have to lick that up too.

   I also get off on my girlfriend fucking some stud when I'm not around
then describing every detail of it to me when we're together, usually while
I'm feasting on his cum as it drools out of her pussy.  I remember when my
last girlfriend, Yolanda, a gorgeous Latina, told me how a big muscular
African had fucked her up the ass for what seemed like hours with his
foot-long, jet-black cock, cumming several times in the process, filling
her shitter with his hot African seed.  Just hearing that made me
super-hard, and when she told me she had a "present" for me and turned
around to reveal a butt plug in her asshole, I nearly came on the spot. 
Somehow, though, I managed to restrain both my enthusiasm and my orgasm
long enough to strip and stretch out on the floor on my back, upon which my
girlfriend squatted over my face and pulled the plug.  It was the most male
sperm I'd ever eaten in one feeding, and as I swallowed the last of it, I
busted a big nut all over my chest and stomach.

   But as thrilling as that experience was, an even more exciting cuckold
adventure involved a guy who, except for his dick, could hardly be called a
stud at all.  A big part of what made it so exciting was a psychological
factor based on that old stereotype about black men.  Since all black guys
are supposed to be hugely endowed and have insatiable sexual appetites, the
absolute wimpiest situation you can be in as a black man is to have a white
guy "out-stud" you to the point where your woman prefers his dick to yours.
That would probably even top Demarco's splooge-in-the-face scenario as the
"ultimate fucking put-down." And if the guy isn't all that physically
imposing and STILL manages to out-stud you, it's even worse.

   Well, late one Friday afternoon, when I came home from work, I heard
familiar noises coming from inside my apartment.  I'd left Yolanda there
that morning, and the yips and moans and "Oh, that's so fucking good!" I
heard, along with the bed creaking, made me think she was in the midst of
masturbating with her favorite vibrating dildo.  So, grinning, I opened the
door, took off my hat and coat, and tiptoed towards the bedroom.

   You can imagine my shock when I opened my bedroom door to see a skinny
white boy fucking the shit out of my girlfriend right in the middle of my
bed!  The kid, who couldn't have been older than 17, was very fair-skinned
and had long blond hair, looking almost like a girl from the back, except
for those big red balls bouncing up and down and that long white dong
plunging in and out of my girl's pussy.  Though I was sure they'd heard me
come in, they didn't even bother to stop fucking, and the really weird part
was that I didn't WANT them to, as my dick immediately began to harden.  I
stood there for nearly a minute before Yolanda finally opened her eyes and
smiled at me.

   "Oh, hi, honey," she said as casually as you please.  "Meet Tanner."

   Stopping in mid-stroke, the boy turned his head, eyed me up and down,
and snickered.  "Hey, dude.  Nice to meet you."

   "I got horny after you left for work," she explained.  "So I went down
to the local high school to check out the guys.  That's when I saw Tanner
playing soccer.  Even though his shorts were loose, I could tell he was
packing down there, so I waited till he was done and asked him if he'd be
interested in stuffing that big white dick of his into a little Latina
cunny.  Naturally he said yes, so here we are."

   I was still too shocked to say anything, and I must've looked like a
complete idiot standing in the doorway with a big bulge in the crotch of my
pants.  Even if I could have spoken, I wouldn't have known what to say. 
After all, what the fuck DO you say in a situation like that?  Fortunately
Yolanda took it out of my hands.

   "I would ask you to stay and watch, honey, but we're not finished yet,
and Tanner doesn't like having an audience when he's fucking, so go wait in
the living room.  I'll call you when we're done."

   I still didn't say one word.  I just turned around and, like a zombie,
shuffled off to the living room and plopped down on the couch.  I was
feeling such an odd mixture of emotions that it was hard to sort them all
out: jealousy, emasculation, anger, exhilaration--but most of all I was
horny as hell, and when all the noises I'd heard before resumed with an
added, "Yeah, white boy, fuck my Rican pussy!" it took every ounce of
energy left in me to keep from cumming in my pants.
Almost twenty minutes later--after the hooting and hollering of what was
obviously the two of them climaxing--Yolanda finally called me back into my
bedroom.  They were both still naked but now lying side by side, Tanner
stretched out with his blond head propped up on my pillow, his arms folded,
and his legs wide open, showing off his pussy-juice-coated, cum-leaking,
semierect cock; and my girlfriend also stretched out with her head propped

up, but with her knees bent and one hand stuck in her very wet twat.

   "Well, honey, what are you waiting for?  Take off your clothes."

   Though I had disrobed in front of other guys before, this time I felt
embarrassed, and when I finally pulled off my underwear, I felt even worse,
as Tanner said, "Oh, shit!" and began to laugh.

   "See?" said Yolanda.  "What'd I tell you?  Look at that dick.  He's a
grown-ass black man and his dick's only half as big as that of a white boy
who's still in high school.  Isn't that fucking pathetic?"

   "Fuckin' A," Tanner agreed.

   "Now you know why I need somebody like you," my girlfriend continued,
using her free hand to stroke the boy's dick, which was already hardening
up again as mine rapidly wilted.  "A guy who knows how to satisfy a
woman...and who has a dick big enough to do it."

   "I hear that," said Tanner.  "So why're you still with him?  Why don't
you just, like, kick his ass to the curb?"

   "Well, even though he doesn't have much of a dick, his tongue is pretty
good," Yolanda conceded.  "Just good enough to lick a certain white boy's
cum out of my pussy after he's satisfied me."

   "You shittin' me?" asked Tanner, his blue eyes opening wide in surprise
as he looked at my girlfriend.  Chuckling, he turned to me again.  "Dude!
You mean, instead of throwing me outta here after I fucked your girlfriend,
you're gonna suck my jizz outta her cunt?"

   I didn't answer him, but the fact that I didn't, along with the fact
that my dick was hardening up again, gave him his answer.

   "Whoa!  That's fucked up!  You gotta be a real wimpy, faggot-ass
motherfucker to do some nasty shit like that," Tanner concluded; then,
turning back to my girlfriend, he asked, "So can I, like, watch?  'Cause I
gotta fucking see this shit to believe it."

   "Sure," said Yolanda, smiling.

   By this time I was almost fully erect again, mostly in anticipation of
doing the "nasty shit" Tanner couldn't imagine a guy doing.  But part of
the turn-on was showing the kid something he'd never seen before and
watching his reaction.  So I stretched out on my stomach between Yolanda's
legs, my face right in her crotch and the odor of sex wafting into my
nostrils.  Slowly she pulled her fingers out of her pussy.  Long, lazy
strands of semen clung to them, and I opened wider and moved in closer as
she stuck them in my mouth.

   "Shit!" Tanner responded, and I was temporarily blinded when he took a
picture with his phone.

   After sucking her fingers clean, I moved on to Yolanda's cunt, sealing
my lips over it and moaning as I noisiliy slurped the white teenager's cum
out of her.

   "Yeah, eat my fuckin' jizz, dude!" said Tanner, and--flash!--he took
another picture.  "Swallow that shit!"

   Closing my eyes, I slipped my hands under Yolanda, cupping her ass
cheeks, and really got down to business, thrusting my tongue as far inside
her twat as I could get it, searching out and lapping up every gooey gob of
sperm I could find, along with all the pussy juice.  At the same time I was
humping the sheets, trying to time my orgasm with hers.  I expected that
after we both came, she'd make me lick my semen off the bedsheet, Tanner
would take another picture, and the show would be over.

   Fortunately I was wrong.  While I was still eating Tanner's cum out of
Yolanda's pussy, something happened that, along with the whole black
wimp/white stud scenario, made this encounter especially memorable, and
terribly exciting.  Apparently Tanner was getting more turned on than I
knew, as he watched me do my cuckold thing, and it was about to prompt him
to perform an act that, had his "crew" known about it, would certainly have
called his manhood into question.  I figured this out when I felt hands on
my ass.

   At first I thought they were Yolanda's, but hers were on my head,
holding it in place between her thighs.  I wasn't sure what to think. 
Yolanda hadn't said anything about this white boy being bi or bi-curious,
so I waited to see what else, if anything, he'd do.

   Well, at first he just rubbed me, moving his hands in small circles on
both ass cheeks; then he squeezed them, as though he were checking out the
ripeness of a couple of melons; then he grasped them and spread them apart,
uncovering my asshole.  I could feel him breathing on it, and I was pretty
sure he was staring at it.  I wondered if he'd go so far as to lick it, but
then he let go of me and moved back.

   I thought that was the end of it, that Tanner had simply never seen a
black male ass up close and wanted to get a good look at one.  But about a
minute later one of his hands was back on my butt.  Clutching one cheek, he
roughly pulled it to the side, his thumb right next to my anus, prying it
open.  This time, however, he was doing it from a different position,
farther on top of me, because I could feel the heat from his body.  So I
wasn't all that surprised when I felt something blunt, warm, and slippery
pushing against my hole.

   "Nngh!" I complained as the head of Tanner's cock poked past my anal
ring and lodged in my anal canal.  Because Yolanda and I had played dildo
games before and because Tanner had lubed himself up fairly well before
entering me, it didn't feel terrible going in.  I just hoped he wasn't so
excited about being in my ass that he started fucking me straight away.  I
needed time to adjust to his horse cock.

   But you know teenagers.  They can't wait for anything.  And Tanner was
no exception.  It didn't help that, as I later learned, he truly WAS bi and
had always had a thing for black guys but didn't have the balls to approach
one of us.  I'm sure he never imagined that following Yolanda home for sex
would lead to so many firsts for him--including a first-time exposure to
the world of submissive males--so I could understand his youthful
enthusiasm and, thus, his inability to take things slow as he began
pounding away at my poor ass only seconds after penetrating me, causing me
all kinds of pain.

   "Yeah, FUCK him!" yelled Yolanda, clinging to my head and humping her
crotch in my face.  "FUCK that wimpy black ass with that big white dick!"

   Her words turned me on, which helped me endure Tanner's heavy-duty
thrusts into my rectum.  But they also turned Tanner on, causing him to
fuck me even harder.  Soon, though, my asshole had expanded just enough for
the pain to become pleasurable, and suddenly I was in hog heaven, greedily
eating Yolanda's cunt again while enjoying the humiliation of a horny
17-year-old white boy with an oversized dick making me his bitch.  I was
the center of their attention, and I was loving it.

   But nothing lasts forever, which is what makes those special occasions
so special.  Yolanda came first, squealing, lifting her hips, and tugging
at the back of my head as I buried my tongue in her pulsating pussy.

   "Yeah, honey, eat my fucking cunt!  Eat me ALIVE!" she screamed, and her
body began to quiver as she squirted into my mouth again and again.

   Apparently her orgasm triggered Tanner's because he came right behind
her, slamming his schlong into me at a breakneck pace then suddenly
yelping, stiffening, and trembling on top of me, his tool throbbing in my
rectum as he pumped what felt like a gallon of hot teenage sperm deep in my
bowels.

   "Shit!  Yeah!" the boy growled.  "Take my load right up your faggot-ass,
you jizz-eatin' motherfucker!"

   Of course swallowing my girl's cum at one end while swallowing a load of
white-boy cum at the other set off my own orgasm, and I found myself
groaning and moaning and twitching as I spurted my wimpy seed on the
bedsheet and my stomach.

   As the three of us lay there recovering, I basked in the afterglow of
the fuck-and-suck session, feeling thoroughly used.  I didn't know there
was even more to come.  With my tongue still buried in Yolanda's pussy and
Tanner's dick still stuck up my ass, I felt a simultaneous trickle in my
mouth and rectum.  They were pissing in me!  No, it wasn't spontaneous.  I
found out later that they had planned it.  But the double pissing came as
such a surprise that, even though I had just cum, I could feel my dick
getting hard again, and it got hard even faster when those trickles turned
into streams and then gushers.

   Now I was REALLY feeling used!  Yeah, I had gulped down Yolanda's piss
before, but this was the first time a guy had taken a leak in my ass, and
to have both happen at the same time was thoroughly exhilarating.

   "So, honey, how do you like being our personal pee-pee pot?" Yolanda
asked me.

   "Mmm-hmm!" was as much of an answer as I could give her since she was
still pissing down my throat, but I knew she could tell how much I was
enjoying it.  (Indeed, as both my stomach and my intestines swelled, I
recalled my childhood and decided that this was about as close as a human
being could come to the wonderfully wobbly feeling of a water balloon!)

   When they were done urinating in me, Yolanda stuck the same butt plug up
my ass that she'd stuck up her own to hold the megaload of African cum
inside her.  But I was so wet back there, and there was so much pressure
inside me from all that teenage piss in my bowels, that I wasn't certain
the plug would hold.

   I asked Yolanda for permission to go to the bathroom.  She said yes, but
only after I cleaned Tanner's cock.  So I got to work on sucking the piss,
sperm, and shit off it while Tanner--who still didn't seem to fully
understand just how far a cuckold would go--called me all kinds of names,
"piss-drinking, cocksucking faggot" being my favorite.

   After Tanner's cock was as clean as could be, I was allowed to use the
bathroom.  But by then I'd thought of something else and, instead, headed
straight for the kitchen.  Taking a clear salad bowl out of the cabinet, I
placed it on the floor, squatted over it, and emptied my ass of everything
the blond teenager had pumped inside me, luxuriating in the feeling of the
release.

   When I was done, I picked up the bowl, amazed at how full it was. 
Holding it up to the light, I marveled at the clumpy white streaks
suspended in the sea of amber.  It looked almost celestial!  I was so
turned on by what I was seeing that I couldn't imagine simply pouring it
down the drain or in the toilet, so even though my stomach was already
pretty full, I lifted the bowl to my lips and guzzled down every drop of
Tanner's piss and cum, burping loudly right after I'd drained it.

   Smugly proud of myself, I headed back to the bedroom to report my nasty
deed, but before I could get there, I heard those familiar noises again and
realized that Yolanda and Tanner had gone back to fucking.  I wanted to
watch them this time, but I remembered what Yolanda had said about Tanner
not liking an audience, so I detoured to the living room and sat on the
couch, contented but also, I have to admit, a little jealous that the white
boy was dicking my girlfriend again instead of dicking me.

   But as pleasant as those recollections were, I still found myself right
back to thinking about Demarco and wondering how I could get my best bud to
shoot his load in my face without losing his friendship.  Except now the
fantasy had grown: Now I wanted him not to shoot just any load in my face
but a MEGAload, one he'd been saving up for a while.  In other words, I now
wanted a full cum shower from my friend.  Just the thought of it made me
shiver in anticipation!  Of course, the possibility of realizing this new
scenario was even more remote, but, as the saying goes, "Where there's a
will, there's a way," and since there's always a will when it comes to sex,
I just had to figure out a way.

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   Sperming me in the face certainly wasn't a problem for Jaquan.  In fact,
I think he liked it even better than fucking.  And, unlike Tanner, he liked
having an audience, but the kind of audience he preferred was a little
unsettling.

   I met Jaquan about a month after Yolanda dumped me.  I think she sensed
that my attractions were beginning to lean more toward males and did a
preemptive strike by kicking me to the curb, to use Tanner's words.  But
being that I was a half-way decent looking bottom, I knew someone else
would come along.  I just didn't know he'd be so young.

   I work for one of those companies that preps high school students to
take the SAT and other College Boards, and one day this tall, slender
light-skinned black kid walked in and sat at my desk.  He looked like a
younger, shorter version of Demarco, having those same spooky hazel eyes,
and when he smiled and said, "Hi, my name is Jaquan.  And you are...?" I
could hardly find my voice.  Sensing my nervousness, he gently took my hand
and whispered, "Don't worry, I don't bite--that is, unless you want me to."
His remark made me chuckle and relax immediately, but as we discussed the
academic areas he needed to brush up on, I kept trying to covertly
reposition my cock, so my hard-on wouldn't be so obvious when I stood up.

   Well, the tutoring quickly moved from the job to my apartment, where I
was happy to discover that the black sexual stereotype was alive and well
in Jaquan, whose 17-year-old-and-still-growing dick was even longer than
Tanner's.  It was a good hurt when he stuck all ten inches of it up my ass,
an even better hurt when he fucked me, and a pleasant surprise when, just
as he was about to cum, he pulled out, turned me over, moved up, and
unleashed a torrent of hot teenaged spunk all over my face.  (Of course I
imagined that it was Demarco finally giving me what I wanted, which is why
I ended up cumming without even touching myself.)

   For the next few minutes I just lay there sticky-faced, listening to
Jaquan's ragged breathing and watching his cock sag as one last gooey
strand of semen oozed out of it.  The strong fragrance of the boy's healthy
emission filled my nose, and I swore that the smell alone was a sign of how
vibrant his sperm were.  If he hadn't been gay, I'm sure he'd have knocked
up scores of females by now.  And when I scooped some of his slime off my
face, stuck it in my mouth to sample it, and felt a tiny tingle on my
tongue, I was even more certain of my assessment of his sexual prowess.

   "So, Ryan, you ready for Round Two?" Jaquan asked me no more than ten
minutes later.

   "...ummm, yeah, I guess," I replied, remembering Tanner and how quickly
teenagers can "husband their resources," as the sex researchers say.

   Well, Jaquan fucked me twice more that first day, depositing his second
load in my ass and his third down my throat, forcing me to taste my own
shit.  By the time he was done with me, I felt thoroughly used and
exhausted--in other words, FANTASTIC, and I couldn't wait to see him again.

   And I did, several times, and we fucked in every room of the house, our
last session taking place in the bathroom, where Jaquan announced that he
needed to take a serious shit.  Feeling adventuresome, I suggested that we
do a "blumpkin," and I was surprised that he knew exactly what I meant.  So
Jaquan sat on the toilet and moved his bowels while I sucked his dick.  He
timed things perfectly, blowing his wad in my mouth just as the last brown
bomb dropped out of his asshole and kerplunked in the water.

   Afterwards he stood up and I stuck my head between his legs to get a
good look at what he'd given birth to.  It was impressive: A big brown
coil, at least two inches thick and two feet long, that lay half-floating,
half-submerged in the bowl, and right beside it two shorter six-inch logs,
lighter in color but just as thick.  It was hard to believe that Jaquan's
anus had stretched open wide enough to release such humongous turds, and I
paid homage to his creations by deep-sniffing their shitty aroma.  But
Jaquan had a different kind of homage in mind, as he pushed my head back,
turned around, and bent over.

   "Now clean me," he said.

   I reached for the toilet paper, but he slapped my hand away.

   "No.  With your fucking tongue, bitch."

   At first I felt the sense of panic that any rational person would have
felt at the thought of doing something so disgusting.  But only seconds
later, my submissive side took over, my excitement began to rise, and
almost against my will I found myself spreading the teenager's buns, gazing
at the leftover shit in his anus, sniffing it, then diving in tongue first.

   "Oooo!" said Jaquan, flinching.  "Yeah!  Lick that fucking shit outta my
ass, you freaky motherfucker!  Clean my fucking hole!"

   Reaching back with both hands, he held my head firmly in place, perhaps
thinking I might pull away prematurely.  But once I discovered that the
taste of his shit wasn't anywhere near as bad as the smell, it would've
taken a crowbar to get my face OUT of his ass, as I went for the gold,
licking, sucking, and tongue-fucking the teenager's dirty shitter so
thoroughly that, had this been the Olmypics, I'd have scored a perfect ten.


   After several minutes, Jaquan let go of my head and turned around.  The
ass eating had turned him on so much that he was sporting a brand-new
boner, which he proceeded to aim at me and stroke until he'd splooged all
over my face.

   As I sat there luxuriating in the feel of his slime clinging to my face
and the lingering smell and taste of his shit, Jaquan asked me if I would
mind if he brought his cousin with him the next time we got together, so he
could watch us fuck.  Being highly suggestible at the time, as well as
being something of an exhibitionist, I immediately agreed, thinking his
cousin simply wanted to pick up some pointers or maybe explore the
voyeuristic side of his personality.

   For the next few days I was both anxious and eager, trying to picture
how Jaquan's cousin looked.  Was he tall or short?  Was he light-skinned
and slim like Jaquan, or was he dark and husky?  In any case, being that he
shared Jaquan's genes, I couldn't see him being anything less than a hunk.
So you can imagine my shock when the doorbell rang Saturday night and I
opened the door to see Jaquan standing there with a little boy wearing a
baseball cap, shorts, and a SpongeBob tee shirt!

   "Hi, Ryan.  This is Keon, my cousin.  Say hi to Ryan, Keon."

   "Hi," the little boy quietly said, barely looking at me as he waved.

   "THIS is who you want to let watch us?!" I asked, ignoring the boy's
halfhearted greeting.

   "Yeah, why?"

   "How old is he?"

   "Eight," said Jaquan.  "But he'll be nine next month.  He's my first
cousin's kid, and I'm watching him this weekend."

   "Eight," I muttered, shaking my head as I reluctantly stepped back and
let them in.

   "What's the matter?" Jaquan asked as the two of them sat on the couch.

   "Well, first of all, he's not old enough to know anything about sex,
much less watch two guys fu...I mean, do it."

   "Am too!" the kid piped up.  "We learn about sex every week in health ed
class, and me and Uncle Quan--."

   "See?" said Jaquan, cutting the kid off before he could finish.  "He
already knows all about it."

   "But that's different.  It's not like seeing two people actually do it."

   "But I--"

   "Shhh!  Be quiet, Keon.  Listen, Ry, I know he's young and all, but he
knows more than you think, and we've always had a special relationship.  So
when he asked if he could watch us do it, I told him only if you said it
was okay and only if he didn't tell anybody."

   "You honestly think he won't go blabbing to all his little friends?"

   "Definitely, 'cause we're real close, and he hasn't betrayed my trust
yet."

   I wondered what monumental secrets Jaquan could possibly have with an
eight-year-old, but for some reason I trusted the teenager's judgment.  I
guess I figured he wouldn't risk involving a family member, especially one
so young, who couldn't keep his mouth shut about such things.  So,
reluctantly, I agreed to let Keon watch us.

   We all went to the bedroom, and Keon sat in the swivel chair at my desk,
swinging his skinny legs and staring intently at Jaquan and me as we took
off our clothes.  It wasn't quite as unnerving as undressing in front of
Tanner, but I still slowed down, not wanting the boy to see me naked first.
Jaquan, on the other hand, seemed perfectly okay with stripping in front of
his little cousin, not only facing the boy but giving him an occasional
wink as he casually removed one piece of clothing after another.  Finally
he whipped off his boxers, proudly displaying his erection to the wide-eyed
tyke.

   "Oooooo!" Keon cooed.  "Your pee-pee's REAL big, Uncle Quan!  It's even
bigger than--"

   "Than Ryan's, right?" he asked, cutting him off again.

   "...uhh...yeah, uh-huh," the boy mumbled.

   "Well, that's okay, 'cause Ryan likes having real big pee-pees in his
butt, don't you Ryan?"

   "Hmph," I replied.  Turning my back to them and kicking my underwear off
my feet, I lay face down on the bed and waited for Jaquan to mount me.  As
long as I couldn't see Keon, I could pretend he wasn't there; then, when
Jaquan started fucking me, I figured I'd be so into it that I'd hopefully
forget there was someone else in the room.

   But that's not what happened because that's not what Jaquan wanted, and
once again, being the ultimate submissive, I gave in to his wishes,
flipping onto my back and rolling my legs back to lift my butt off the bed,
fully exposing my genitals and anus to the fixed gaze of our pint-sized
voyeur.

   "That's better.  Now, Keon, you come over here so you can see better."

   Leaping out of the chair, the boy dashed over to the bed, climbed up,
and kneeled right beside us.  Once Keon had his front-row seat, Jaquan
lubed himself up with KY, mounted me, and unceremoniously thrust his
hard-on into my anus.

   "Nngh!" I responded, arching my back and closing my eyes as I winced.

   "Wow, Uncle Quan!" said Keon.  "You stuck your whole pee-pee up his butt
all at once, just like--!"

   "Just like in those movies we watched, right?" asked the teenager,
staring sternly at the boy.

   "...uhh...yeah, uh-huh, right," said Keon.

   It was now obvious to me that, instead of merely anticipating his little
cousin's words and finishing his sentences, Jaquan was deliberately keeping
him from saying whatever he was trying to say.  I was also beginning to
think that health ed class wasn't the only place the eight-year-old had
learned about sex.  But all that pondering flew right out the window the
moment Jaquan started humping me.

   At first all I could feel was an unpleasant burning sensation in my
rectum as the horny teenager plowed away at me in our first face-to-face
fuck.  But pretty soon the endorphins kicked in, and the unpleasant once
again became pleasurable.  I opened my eyes to see Jaquan staring straight
at me, his jaw fixed, his nostrils flared and his hazel eyes on fire as he
rode my rump like a jockey riding his mount.  To soften his intensity I
smiled and draped my arms around his neck; he immediately relaxed, returned
my smile, and lowered his head close enough to mine for us to kiss.

   "Ewwwwwwwww!" Keon squealed, his cute face squinched up in an expression
of gleeful horror.  "Yucky!"

   Ignoring him, we continued to suck on each other's tongues for at least
another thirty seconds before Jaquan pulled back, giving me a final peck on
my nose; then he turned to Keon.

   "What's the matter, little cuz, you don't like smooching?"

   Still frowning, the eight-year-old shook his head.

   "But fucking is okay, huh?"

   Right away Keon smiled and nodded.

   "Well then," Jaquan said, "I guess we'll have to work on expanding your
horizons."

   "Huh?" the boy asked.

   "Never mind.  Just keep watching."

   The handsome teenager went right back to plowing my poop chute with a
vengeance, his heavy grunting, the creaking of the mattress, the squeaking
of the bedframe, and the clattering of the headboard against the wall all
attesting to his extreme horniness.  Meanwhile Keon, whose wide-open eyes
were glued to us and whose wide-open mouth was drooling spit, was the
luckiest little boy in the world, as he got to witness as a grade-schooler
the kind of live-action adult entertainment that he wouldn't legally be
allowed to see for at least another decade.  If I'd had such an opportunity
at his age, I suppose I'd have had the same goofy look on my face.

   But Jaquan's now-familiar pre-orgasm twitches were letting me know that
the show would soon be over.  This was confirmed when he suddenly gasped,
shivered, and stroked all the way back, snatching his cock out of my
asshole, which exited with an audible pop.  He then shoved my legs down,
shimmied up onto my chest, and started furiously jacking off.

   "Nngh!  Nngh!  I'm cumming!" Jaquan panted, frowning as if he were in
pain.  "Take my nut right in your fucking face, bitch!"

   Groaning, the teenager unleashed a shitload of hot jizz all over my
face, showering me with his slimy seed, much to Keon's delight.

   "Ewwwwwwwww!" he squealed, even louder than before.  "You spermin' him
right in his face!  That's SUPER yucky!"

   For a hot second I imagined that Keon was really Demarco, who, at the
tender age of eight, was observing his first facial.  Instead of seeing it
as two guys enjoying sex with each other, I'm sure he would have
interpreted it--even at this early stage of his life--as an example of a
strong male dominating a weak one.  And that would have caused him to vow
never to be on the receiving end of such a situation since, as far as he
was concerned, if you had a dick, you were supposed to give jizz, not
receive it.  Then I worried that Keon himself might be interpreting things
this way and would grow up to be another Demarco, and what he said
confirmed that fear:

   "Oo!  Oo!  Me next, Uncle Quan, me next!" the boy shouted, his face
beaming.

   "Okay, okay," Jaquan responded as the last drop of cum oozed out of his
piss slit.  Just hurry up and get ready before I change my mind."

   "Okay!"

   "Don't I get a say in this?" I asked.

   "Nope," Jaquan said, giving me a weird cat-that-swallowed-the-canary
smile.

   So I sighed and tried to relegate myself to the notion of having an
eight-year-old fuck me up the ass and at least try to cum in my face, if he
could.  But even as I lay there with Jaquan's sperm congealing on my face,
I kept thinking that more was going on between the two of them than I was
seeing.  Why didn't Jaquan let Keon finish his sentences?  And what was
that weird smile all about?

   Meanwhile the eight-year-old was stripping at warp speed, tugging his
clothes off and tossing them all over the bed.  When he finally pulled off
his tighty-whiteys, I was surprised to see his three-inch pecker: It wasn't
just hard, it was super-hard, standing up at a 45-degree angle.  But
instead of coming over and trying to mount me, I was surprised to see him
grab one of my pillows and lie down on top of it, which propped up his
round little light-skinned butt.

   "What's he doing?" I asked Jaquan, but he just looked at me and laughed.

   Even without Keon's cheeks being spread, I could see that his anus was
large, and when Jaquan did spread them, I was surprised to see just how
large it was.  It was obvious that something a little more sinister than
taking an occasional big dump had made it that way, and I guessed that the
only reason his mother hadn't noticed was that the boy was now old enough
to shower and dress himself without her help.

   Things got even more interesting when Jaquan came over to me, scooped a
big dollop of cum off my face with his middle finger, and carefully
inserted it in Keon's oversized asshole, coating its deep-pink walls and
causing the little boy to purr like a cat.  That, however, was all the
foreplay there would be; less than a minute later, Jaquan removed his
finger, mounted the boy, and thrust his hips forward.

   "Ouch!" Keon yelped as Jaquan's cock plowed through his anal ring, and
in my head I yelped right along with him, as I could certainly identify a
"quick-stick" entry.  I expected Jaquan to wait a little while, till Keon
got used to the feel of the huge hard-on stuck up his ass, but the horny
teenager just kept pushing, just like he'd done with me, until all ten
inches were buried in the boy's bowels.  And during the whole operation
there was hardly a peep out of Keon, just quiet moaning as the teenager's
dick journeyed to the bottom of his butthole.

   "Damn!" I said, tugging at my own super-hard cock.  "I didn't think all
that meat would fit in those little buns."

   Again Jaquan looked at me and laughed.  "You don't know the half of it,
brother.  He's a fucking anal addict."

   The teen proceeded to pull all but the head of his cock out of Keon's
asshole, and it was quite a sight to see that long fat shaft emerge.  I
didn't get to look at it for long, though, because only seconds later
Jaquan shoved it right back up the boy's bunghole, producing a breathy
"nngh!" of complaint from him.  Two more trips in and out of the
third-grader's turd tunnel were all it took to open Keon up enough for
Jaquan to ride his rump at a nice steady pace.  Sure, I'd watched two guys
fuck before, but never a teen fucking a preteen, and I was absolutely
spellbound.

   "Harder, Uncle Quan!" Keon suddenly yelled, surprising me.  "Fuck me
harder!  I wanna feel it burn the next time I doo-doo!"

   I was astounded by the boy's words, and I was even more astounded when
Jaquan did exactly what he'd demanded, stepping up the pace, showing
absolutely no mercy as he fucked Keon's ass as hard and deep as he'd fucked
mine, causing the eight-year-old to kick his legs, curl his toes, and
clutch the bedsheets.  Because he'd just finished screwing me, the teenager
was in no danger of cumming too soon and was able to keep up the manic pace
for several long minutes, damn near fucking the poor boy into the mattress
before finally climaxing.

   "Nngh!  Nngh!  I'm cumming!" Jaquan growled, plunging his pole to the
balls in Keon's poop chute while plastering his chest and stomach against
the boy's back.  "Take my nut right up your fucking ass, you little bitch!"

   "Nngh!  Nngh!  Yeah!  Do me, Uncle Quan!" Keon cried out.  "Sperm my
butthole!"

   I didn't have to wonder how it felt to have Jaquan's throbbing cock
spitting splooge up his ass since, of course, I already knew.  But I was
trying to imagine how it must have been for Keon.  At his age it probably
felt like a firehose was stuck up his ass and his stomach was being filled
from the wrong end.  Just the thought of how the teenager was flooding his
little cousin's colon with hundreds of millions of wiggly baby-makers was
enough to set off my own orgasm, so I moved closer to Keon, turned his head
toward me, and promptly shot my load in his face, the first volley hitting
him in the ear and the rest spurting on his cheek, eyelids, nose, mouth,
and chin.  It wasn't quite the "SUPER yucky" cum shower Jaquan had given
me, but it was close enough.

   Afterward, I flopped backwards onto the bed and Jaquan lay on top of
Keon, both of us sweating and breathing heavily.  I wondered if Keon had
cum too, but I decided it didn't really matter since he was still too young
to ejaculate and, as far as I was concerned, dry orgasms didn't count. 
Then I wondered just how much semen Jaquan had actually shot up the boy's
ass, being that he'd showered my face only minutes before.  I figured it
couldn't have been much since even horny teenagers need time to replenish
their supply of ball juice.

   Almost as if he'd heard my thoughts, Jaquan suddenly braced himself and
began to withdraw his prong from Keon's asshole.  Slowly, centimeter by
centimeter, it emerged, coated with sperm, KY, and shit, until finally,
with a splurt, the head popped out...with a semisoft turd stuck to it!  It
was an ugly sight, like the aftermath of a battle: Jaquan's triumphant cock
hovering over Keon's defeated ass, showing off the treasure it had
plundered from the depths of the boy's bowels while, underneath, a
combination of cum and liquified shit drooled out of the eight-year-old's
gaping hole.

   But what happened next REALLY made for a memorable occasion.  As I
stared at Jaquan's soiled dick, he turned to me and, sitting back on his
heels, simply said, "Eat it!"

   The command caught me off guard.  I looked up at Jaquan to see him
staring down at me with a crazed look on his face.  Besides licking him
clean after our blumpkin, I had never engaged in any major scat play with
him, so this was a quantum leap.  But as I stared back at Jaquan then
stared at his shit-covered cock, I knew I couldn't resist.  I just had to
do what I was told, no matter how nasty it was, almost as if I were doing
penance for what he had done to Keon.  So I crawled over, and after
sniffing his very smelly schlong from top to bottom, I slipped the head in
my mouth, turd and all.

   "Fuck, yeah!" Jaquan yelled, shivering as he grabbed my head.  "EAT it,
you nasty motherfucker!  Eat my little cousin's shit!"

   "What?" Keon asked, lifting his head and looking back at us.  "What
y'all doin'?"

   "When I pulled my dick outta your ass, there was a big piece of shit
stuck on the end, and he's fuckin' eatin' it."

   "For REAL?" the third-grader asked, incredulous.

   "Yep.  Go ahead, Ryan.  Show him."

   Feeling both humiliated and exhilarated again, I pulled my lips off
Jaquan's cock, turned towards the boy, and opened my mouth.

   "Ewwwwwwww!" he again squealed, his cum-covered face once more scrunched
up in that odd combination of disgust and delight as he stared at the turd
on my tongue.  "That's REAL yucky!  It's like your mouth is a toilet with
doo-doo in it!"

   "That's right, Keon.  And he's gonna show you how that toilet can flush,
right Ryan?"

   Nodding, I closed my mouth and my eyes, took a big gulp, and swallowed.
Then I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to prove that I had indeed
flushed the little boy's shit down my throat and into my stomach.

   "EWWWWWWWWWWW!!" Keon sang out again, only this time louder and longer
and with his face even more screwed up.

   The eight-year-old's reactions to my nastiness were making me so horny
again that I wanted more, so I attacked his freshly fucked asshole, lapping
up the cum and shit as the tyke "ewwwwww"ed some more while wiggling his
cute little ass in my face.  As a final gesture I pulled him on top of me,
so that he was actually sitting on my face, ensuring that every iota of
what was left in his bowels would drain directly into my mouth.  The new
position caused the boy to fart, and I could hear him giggling as the
stinky air puffed into my mouth, swirled around in my sinuses, and streamed
out of my nostrils, filling my whole head with the essence of his ass gas;
and as I basked in the mortification of it all, I shot a second load, this
time on my chest and stomach, without even touching myself, eliciting an
"oooooo!" of appreciation from the horny cousins.

   Of course I was never allowed to fuck Keon, only to ejaculate in his
face then clean up after Jaquan was done with him, and I was okay with
that. But one day the thing I expected to happen during Keon's first visit
finally did, when Jaquan marched in and announced that Keon needed to
practice being a top and told me to lie down and spread my cheeks.  I
reluctantly complied, and the boy, who by then was nine, eagerly hopped on
top of me, poked his pricklet into my shithole, and began humping away at
me like a jackrabbit, huffing and puffing and sweating for three whole
minutes before trembling through a dry cum.  I wanted to hate it--after
all, there is something rather unseemly about a little boy fucking a grown
man--but I should have known that the sheer humiliation of it would turn me
on.  And I got turned on a lot more when, while sucking Keon's soiled
pecker afterwards, the little fucker pissed in my mouth.

   As Keon continued to "practice" turning my asshole into a pussy and my
mouth into a urinal, I wondered if Jaquan, who appeared to be a natural
top, had ever "practiced" being a bottom.  It seemed unlikely.  Though I
could tell he wasn't an anal virgin, I figured it was probably because,
like other tops I knew, he liked to dildo himself while he jacked off or
something like that.  But I discovered the real deal one day when Jaquan
spent the night at my house and decided to play hooky from school the next
day while I went to work.  Knowing he was home alone, I decided to surprise
him by coming home early.  But the surprise was on me.

   As I approached my apartment door, I heard familiar noises coming from
inside, very similar to the ones I'd heard when I'd left Yolanda home alone
all day.  I smiled, figuring that Jaquan was fucking Keon or some other
kid, so I waited till things calmed down and decided to ring the doorbell
instead of using my key.  Though Jaquan yelled "Just a minute!" it seemed
to take him forever to get to the door and open it.

   Dressed only in a bathrobe, Jaquan was sweaty, out of breath and smelled
strongly of sex.  Forcing a smile, he told me how he was glad to see me
home early but that I had shown up at a bad time and would have to wait in
the living room until he was ready for me.  That TOO sounded familiar, but
I wasn't surprised or concerned about the teenager fucking other people
when I wasn't around.  It was simply who he was.  I just figured that, for
whatever reason, he didn't want me to see whoever he was screwing.  So I
walked into the living room and sat on the couch while Jaquan returned to
the bedroom.

   The bedroom door slammed shut, and the noises immediately
resumed--grunts and groans and bed-creaking and an occasional "Yeah!"--but
I couldn't make out the other voice.  All I knew was that it was definitely
not Keon or any other young boy because the voice was way too deep.  So who
the fuck was it?

   It took about half an hour for the noise level to reach its peak, as
Jaquan and whoever-it-was climaxed, and another fifteen minutes before the
bedroom door finally opened.  But I heard only one heavy set of footsteps
moving down the hall toward the living room.

   When I looked up I was shocked to see a tall, very-dark-skinned man
standing there.  His tight tee shirt showed off his bulging pecs and
biceps, and his tight jeans did the same for his ass and cock.

   "He said for you to let me out," the guy said in a heavily accented
baritone voice.

   I said nothing.  I just got up, led him to the door, unlocked it, let
him out, and locked it back, wondering the whole time how a guy who looked
like him could possibly be a bottom.  Only when Jaquan called me into the
bedroom and I saw him lying face down in the middle of my bed with his legs
spread, my pillow underneath him, and his gaping red asshole leaking cum
did I realize that the teenager was not the fucker but the fuckee.

   Jaquan proceeded to explain how he occasionally enjoyed being a bottom
but had never allowed me to fuck him because my dick was too small to
satisfy him.  But he wanted to thank me for helping him find Babajide. 
When I asked him how he figured I'd helped him find a guy I didn't even
know, he reminded me that I'd told him all about how Yolanda had picked up
a "big muscular African" at a bar, how he'd ass-fucked her, and how I had
sucked his man-seed out of her asshole.

   "Well," said Jaquan, "I got SO turned on hearing that story that I went
to the same bar and, believe it or not, found the same guy!  His name is
Babajide, he's from Lagos, Nigeria, and he told me how much he liked
fucking your girlfriend's ass.  So then I asked him how he felt about
banging boy booty, and he said, 'Fine, if it is a cute light-skinned booty
like yours,' so I brought him home."

   I couldn't believe what I was hearing!  If I hadn't opened my big fat
mouth about my cuckold days with Yolanda, this might not have happened! 
But, then again, as I watched the cum drooling out of Jaquan's dilated
anus, down his perineum, and onto his balls, my dick got rock hard and I
thought, Hmmm?  If I hadn't opened my big fat mouth about my cuckold days
with Yolanda, this might not have happened :-)!  Of course I ended up
diving into Jaquan's shitter and lapping up every drop of the Nigerian's
megaload of sperm as the teenager went into graphic detail about how the
buffed African had fucked him up, down, and sideways.

   "And after I let you in, he started fucking me even harder," said
Jaquan, his voice quavering in excitement, "like he was mad at me for
answering the door!  My asshole's gonna be sore for DAYS!"

   That was all I could take.  Groaning I shot my load in my underwear
while sticking my tongue as far as I could up the teenager's ass.  By that
time, he was so horny that he sprang up, yanked my pants and spermy briefs
down to my ankles, jumped on top of me, and rammed his super-hard rod all
the way up my ass, making me howl.  For five furious minutes he fucked me
like crazy, and when he came--yes, in my ass this time :-)!--I swear it was
the most jizz he shot inside me since our very first fuck, which told me
just how much getting his butt banged by Mr.  Mandingo had turned him on.

   But I knew from the start that my relationship with Jaquan was too hot
and heavy to last, so I wasn't surprised when, after passing his College
Boards with flying colors, he announced that wouldn't be seeing me anymore
because my man-pussy no longer turned him on, being that it had gotten so
loose from all the fucking he'd given it.  So, he said, he'd continue to
fuck Keon until he found some tighter pussy.  Since Jaquan and I hadn't
fucked for two weeks by then, I had a feeling he'd already found his
"tighter pussy" and was just offering a convenient excuse for leaving our
relationship.  But, of course, I didn't confront him with this.

   As I pined over the teenager's departure, I thought about Demarco again,
probably because Jaquan looked so much like him.  And the pity of it was
that I couldn't even talk to Demarco about it, though he was observant
enough to tell that something was wrong.

   "What's the matter?" he asked.  "Some bitch fuck you over?"

   "Yeah, something like that," I said.  "But I don't really wanna talk
about it."

   "Okay."

   "I'd rather you just whip out that big cock of yours, and jack off in my
fucking face!"

   No, I didn't say that, at least not out loud.  It was bad enough losing
Jaquan; I didn't want to lose Demarco too.  So I was forced to find solace
simply in hanging out with my macho friend, listening to the stories of his
conquests, and hoping against hope that he'd one day see me as something
more than just a friend.

   3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3

   But serendipity abounds, and I ended up being grateful to Demarco and
his boring stories because they led to a brainstorm: Getting him to shoot
his load in my face may have been out of the question, but that didn't mean
I couldn't get it another way--like sucking it out of a female's pussy, for
instance (!!!) The idea came right at the tail end of yet another of
Demarco's tedious tales about chasing tail, so when I smiled like the
Cheshire Cat, he thought I was reacting to what he'd said.

   "You really liked that one, huh?"

   "Yeah, man, it was REALLY good," I said, nodding my head while already
plotting how to pull things off.  Fortunately the endless stories told me
exactly what kind of women Demarco preferred, and my friend Yolanda fit the
bill perfectly.  It was just a matter of whether or not she was willing to
do it.

   So I got home, took a deep breath, and called her.  I figured the worst
that could happen was that she'd say no, and I'd be right back where I'd
started--nothing gained, nothing lost.  But after I explained things to
her, she surprised me by expressing an interest.

   "But it all depends on how he looks," she said.  "I ain't fuckin' no
troll."

   So I sent her a picture of Demarco, and when she saw it, she said, "¡Ay,
Dios mio!  ¡"Papi chulo!  Where you been hiding HIM at all this time?"

   I smiled.  "I guess that means you'll do it, huh?"

   "Damn straight!  He's a fuckin' stud muffin."

   I wanted to watch them, either by hiding in the closet or setting up a
videocam, but Yolanda said no, that she was uncomfortable with that because
it would give me the upper hand, being that Demarco was someone I knew but
she didn't.  She promised, though, to do what she did when we were a
couple: fuck Demarco then describe the experience to me in intimate detail
while I was licking his cum out of her cunt.

   "That way you can compare notes after," she added, "'cause I'm sure he's
gonna tell you all about how he bagged this hot Puerto Rican babe."

   I laughed.  "That sounds just like him."

   "I know," she said.  "I know his type."

   When I told Yolanda about Demarco's favorite club, she said she would
put on her red dress, go there, park herself at the bar and wait.  I asked
her if it was okay if I accompanied Demarco, so I could watch her work. 
This she agreed to, and having earlier gotten Demarco to agree to let me go
with him (so I could learn from a "master" the fine art of picking up
women), I could hardly wait for Friday to come around.

   Suffice it to say that the moment Demarco walked in the club, he spotted
Yolanda, who stood out like a beacon, and the moment he spotted her, she
became his only focus.  On the same hand, when Yolanda saw Demarco checking
her out, she made it clear that he was the only person in the entire place
that she was interested in.  Once the connection had been made, Demarco
pulled me to the side, handed me enough money for cab fare, and said he'd
speak to me later.  I nodded, walked outside, and took a cab to the hotel
across the street from Yolanda's apartment, the same hotel where I'd
reserved a room two days before.

   Once in my room, I turned off the lights, stood at the window and
waited. Minutes later Demarco and Yolanda pulled up in his car.  After
parking, the two of them were giggling like school kids as they got out and
made their way into her building.

   Then I waited...and waited...and waited.

   Yolanda finally called me at about 3 A.M.  I went to the window just in
time to see Demarco drive off, upon which I dashed down the stairs, across
the street, and up to Yolanda's apartment.  When she opened the door, she
just stood there giving me a crooked smile while holding her hand between
her legs.

   "I hope you know what a nasty little fucker you are," she said.

   "Yeah, I know."

   Snickering, she motioned me inside and pigeon-toed all the way to her
bedroom with her thighs pressed together, trying her best not to lose a
single drop of what Demarco had deposited inside her.  In the bedroom,
Yolanda flopped down on her back on the bed and raised her knees.  But I
told her that it would be better if I lay down on my back and she kneeled
over my head.  She agreed, and it took me all of ten seconds to strip off
my clothes and flop down face-up in the middle of Yolanda's queen-sized
bed. She looked down at me, shook her head again, and proceeded to park her
pussy right over my open mouth.

   That first taste of Demarco's cum was like ambrosia, the nectar of the
gods, and eating it made me feel like I was at the top of Mount Olympus. 
The very thought that my macho pal had shot his seed inside a woman he had
no idea that I knew, and that I was now sucking it out of her was, by
itself, enough to make me blow my wad.  But combined with Yolanda's
description of the encounter--from their discussion after they left me at
the bar, to the negotiation of whose house they would go to, to the small
talk and foreplay, to the sex itself--I barely had time to lap up my
friend's slimy load when I spurted my own all over my chest and stomach. 
Yolanda kindly smeared it all over my torso.  And when I was done eating
her snatch, she sat back and wiped what was left on her hands all over my
face.

   "Fuck, that was good!" I panted as I lay there trying to catch my
breath.

   "I'm glad you liked it, honey," said Yolanda, still smearing cum on me.
"It was a blast gettin' fucked by your friend and lettin' you get your
jollies after."

   "So...you think you might want to do it again sometime?"

   She looked down at me and smiled.  "Yeah, I think so.  Maybe next week.
We'll see.  If I do, I'll text you."

   Well, Yolanda fucked Demarco and let me suck his cum out of her pussy
for about a month, eight times altogether.  But with every session, her
description of what they'd done became shorter and less graphic until,
finally, she said nothing at all, simply smoking a cigarette as I ate her.
After that, I didn't get a call from her for three weeks, and neither, it
turned out, did Demarco, who confessed how he very much wanted to get
together again with "that cute Puerto Rican bitch I picked up at the club"
but that they hadn't been in touch.  Since he couldn't imagine any woman
he'd slept with turning down another opportunity to experience his golden
dick, he concluded that he hadn't heard from her because she'd either lost
her phone, moved, died, or become a lesbian.  A couple of days later,
Yolanda called me.  No, she hadn't lost her phone, moved, died, or become a
lesbian.  She'd done the inconceivable: She'd gotten sick and tired of
Demarco.

   "Yeah, he's good in the sack and all," she admitted, "but he's one of
the shallowest motherfuckers I ever met.  All he ever talks about is
himself.  I needed to stop seeing him before he fuckin' bored me to death."

   "I don't think Demarco's ever been dumped before," I said, chuckling.

   "At least not that he's ever TOLD you," she said.

   "Yeah, you may have a point."

   "Anyway I'm sorry for not calling sooner to let you know, but I really
didn't wanna fuck him anymore, and I didn't feel like explaining myself."

   "Sure.  I understand."

   Yeah, I was disappointed, but not all that much, because my own
excitement about what we were doing behind Demarco's back had also
diminished.  In fact, I was beginning to feel guilty for not telling him.
But, really, my waning enthusiasm was mainly because it wasn't enough to
experience Demarco's cum through a third party.  I needed it to be just me
and him, with me looking him right in his eye as he stroked his cock, and
that cock spitting his hot splooge right in my eye.  In other words, even
though I'd swallowed well over a billion of Demarco's wriggly little
baby-makers, my fantasy still wasn't really fulfilled, which put me right
back at Square One.

   "But how are you gonna get him to do it?" asked Yolanda.  "'Cause
besides being shallow, he's insecure, so it doesn't seem likely he'd do
anything that might call his manhood into question."

   "Yeah, I know," I sighed.  "But I'll keep at it anyway.  Maybe one
day..."

   "That's the spirit, honey.  Who knows?  If you catch him in just the
right mood, he might surprise you."

   I doubted that, but I appreciated Yolanda's attempt to lift my spirits.
I decided that my best bet was to get together again with Demarco as soon
as possible.  I figured lightning might strike twice, and listening to more
boring stories of his sexual conquests would spark another brainstorm in
me, one that would result in finally getting from him the cum shower I
craved.


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