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 A Real Pussy II - Chapters 5-8 (M/F/M, M/F/g, M/M, femdom, cuckold, pedo,
oral, anal, ws, scat) by Coproman

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   I was obsessing over my Demarco, my super-straight friend, for the
umpteenth time when something happened at work to totally divert my
attention.  It involved Kayla, my supervisor.  An attractive
almost-30-something blue-eyed blonde, she had a reputation for being a real
bitch, probably because she was short and thoroughly consumed by a female
Napoleon complex.  But, of course, this only heightened my attraction to
her.

   I don't know if Kayla sensed something in me or what, but not long after
Yolanda decided to stop fucking Demarco and feeding me his sperm, Kayla
started paying more attention to me, mostly by chastizing me for what I
wasn't doing enough of with the students I was tutoring.  This went on for
about two weeks until, one Friday, she finally called me into her office.

   "Listen, Ryan, either you step up your game or I'll have to let you go.
It's that simple."

   "But what am I doing wrong?"

   "You're half-stepping," she said.  "Your head isn't into what you're
doing.  It's someplace else, and I think you know where."

   She was right, but she was making things sound worse than they were.  I
was about to tell her that I would strive to do better, but just as I was
about to speak, she smiled--a rarity for her that, frankly, made me a
little nervous--and held her hand up.

   "Before you say anything, I think I have something that can help you
focus better."

   Taking out a pen, she scribbled something down on her notepad, tore off
the page, and handed it to me.  I was thinking it was the name of a book or
article or maybe a YouTube video on "How to Do Your Job Better," so I was
more than a little surprised when I saw an address.

   "That's my place," she said.  "Be there at eight sharp.  That's all. 
You can go."

   Kayla didn't even ask if I was available.  What if I'd had a prior
commitment?  But she seemed to know that it didn't matter, that even if I
was busy I would drop whatever plans I had and show up where and when she
wanted me to, so I didn't bother to protest.  As I got up to leave I looked
at her, but her head was down.  She'd already moved on to the next item on
her agenda.

   By then, of course, my concentration was completely shot, and I had a
really hard time tutoring my last two students.  But I managed to bullshit
my way through until it was time to go.  Kayla left a little before me,
shooting me a look and smirking as she passed me by, which caused my whole
body to tingle.  I still had no idea what her intentions were, and I
couldn't wait to find out.

   Kayla didn't live far from work, so instead of going all the way home
only to turn around and come all the way back, I just hung around the
neighborhood until it was time to make my way to her apartment.  As I
approached her building, my heart was beating so fast I thought I would
faint, but I managed to hold it together long enough to ring the downstairs
buzzer and make my way upstairs.

   "Hi, Ryan," Kayla said with a smile as she opened the door.  "You're
right on time.  Come on in."

   I almost didn't recognize her.  The Kayla I knew was always neatly
coifed, impeccably dressed, and flawlessly made up, so seeing this Kayla
with her hair down and wearing a tee shirt, cutoff blue jeans, and no shoes
was something of a shock.

   "Yeah, I know," she said, as if reading my mind.  "But I like to relax
at home."

   "I hear you," I said as we sat down on the sofa.

   "First things first," said Kayla, staring me down with her big blue
eyes. "If you came over here thinking you were gonna get some pussy, forget
it.  I already have a boyfriend, and I have absolutely no desire to cheat
on him.  So if that doesn't work for you, you can get the fuck out right
now."

   "...uhh...no, I'm okay with that," I muttered.  "So why am I here?"

   "Well, Ryan, when I hired you, I kept trying to figure out if you were
straight or gay or bi because you gave off mixed signals."

   "Yeah," I said, smirking.  "That tends to happen."

   "But one thing I was pretty sure of was that you weren't afraid to try
new and different things.  I could tell by the way you worked with our
clients.  I was also pretty sure that you were more bottom than top, but I
had to test it.  That's why I kept fucking with you the way I did, to see
if you'd take it or snap back at me.  But you not only took it, you kinda
LIKED it, didn't you?"

   I'm too dark-skinned for anyone to actually see me blush, but she knew
that's what I was doing.

   "Yeah," she said, "I thought so.  Anyway, my boyfriend and I have been
toying with the idea of inviting someone to join us, not for a real
threesome but mainly to watch us fuck and maybe lend a hand when we need
it. I refuse to have some fucking bitch in my bed, so I told him I'd agree
to do it only if it was a guy.  So when I realized that you were attracted
to me and that the feeling was mutual, I decided to approach you."

   "By threatening to fire me?" I asked, chuckling.

   "Yeah, I know that was cruel," she snickered.  "But I needed to make
sure you'd show up.  So now that you know the whole story, are you in or
out?"

   "Well," I said, smiling sheepishly.  "Let's just say that you hit the
nail on the head about me, so I'm definitely in."

   "Good!"

   "But what about your boyfriend?  Will he be okay with another guy
watching you two do it?"

   Kayla gave me a strange, enigmatic smile.  "Oh, he'll be fine with it,
unless you say something stupid, like how you want to fuck me.  Then he
won't be fine with it.  You won't do that, will you?"

   "Oh, no," I quickly said.  "Never."

   "Good answer," she said, grabbing my crotch.  "Let's go.  I want you to
meet him."

   As I followed her down the hallway, my heart was again racing in
anticipation.  What would this boyfriend look like?  Would I be attracted
to him?  And what would he think of me?  Would he still want to do it after
he saw me?  These questions and more were all spinning through my head. 
But as soon as I walked in the bedroom, everything stopped.  I was stunned.

   Instead of the blue-eyed blond surfer dude I expected to see, there lay
a brown-skinned black-haired Asian!  Since I'd always suspected Kayla of
being not only a bitch but a racist on top of it, this caught me totally by
surprise, and I'm sure Kayla could see it on my face, because I heard her
snicker.

   "Ryan, I want you to meet Rodrigo, my freaky Filipino boyfriend."

   "Hey, brudder," he said, smiling and thrusting out his big hand.  "Nice
to meet you."

   I moved close enough to shake hands, mumbling, "Yeah, same here."

   "So what do you think, Honey?" Kayla asked him.

   "He looks good, just like you said," he replied; then he looked at me
again.  "So you know why you're here, right?"

   "Well, Kayla said you guys wanted someone to, like, watch you do it, and
maybe lend a hand."

   "That's right.  So you down for that?"

   "Yeah, I think so."

   "Good," he said, clapping his hands.  "So let's get started, 'cause I'm
fuckin' horny for some of my baby's sweet white pussy."

   Kayla giggled like a schoolgirl at her boyfriend's remarks and
immediately began to strip.  I followed her lead, and when I pulled off my
underwear, I was suprised that neither of them remarked on the modest size
of my erection, especially when Rodrigo finally pulled back the sheet to
reveal his massive tool.  It had to be close to a foot long and at least
six inches around--a real slab of meat--and his tight round ball sac was
about the size of a baseball.  In other words, this guy was a real stud,
and I couldn't wait to see him fuck the shit out of Kayla.

   The "freaky Filipino" directed me to lie down on my back and told Kayla
to kneel on top of me in a sixty-nine.  Even though her pussy was only
hovering over my face and not right in it, I could easily smell her. 
Obviously she hadn't showered after work, and just thinking about our
threesome had probably gotten her juices flowing while she was sitting at
her desk talking to me, so now her blonde pubic hair was soaked, and she
reeked of sex.

   "Now, Baby," Rodrigo said as he moved in behind her and nestled the head
of his cock into the lips of her cunt.  "As soon as I put it in you, you
start sucking his dick, okay?"

   "You got it, Honey," she said brightly.

   Again I was surprised.  I was sure she would balk at the very idea of
sucking a subordinate like me.  But I was beginning to realize that in this
bed, Kayla was the subordinate.  She was one of those people who barks out
order at work but prefers to be ordered around in the bedroom, and it was a
fascinating contrast to witness.

   So I stared intently as the Filipino steadied the white girl's slim hips
then plunged all eleven-plus inches of his horse cock into her pussy,
causing her to gasp and shiver.  I then did some gasping and shivering of
my own as she swallowed my erection.  Then, like an organic locomotive
chugging up to speed, Rodrigo began to move, pulling all but the head of
his cock out of Kayla's cunt then slowly pushing it back in, over and over,
faster and faster, his huge brown balls bumping against her pale pussy, and
his pubic area colliding with her ass in a steady "slap, slap, slap" until
he'd established a fluid fuck rhythm.

   "Mmmmmmmm!" Kayla moaned around my dick.

   "Yeah, you like that shit, don't you, Baby?"

   "Mmm-hmm!" she responded.

   "Me too.  You got some GOOD fuckin' pussy.  Hey, brudder, how's my dick
look down there fuckin' it?"

   "Sweet!" I said.  "It's all wet and shiny."

   "Yeah, she starts juicing like crazy when she's horny, don't you, Babe?"

   "Mmm-hmm!"

   "But I guess you figured that out already, huh, brudder?"

   "Yeah, kinda," I chuckled as another splash vaginal fluid hit my face.

   Being underneath Kayla and Rodrigo was the most fun I'd had since being
double-teamed by Yolanda and Tanner, and the fun increased exponentially
when Rodrigo suddenly pulled his cock all the way out of Kayla's snatch and
repositioned it against her anus.

   "No way," I heard myself whisper.

   "Yeah, way, brudder," said Rodrigo.  "My baby likes my dick in her
doo-doo hole, don't you, Babe?"

   "Mmm-hmm!" Kayla responded.

   "Told ya.  Now watch."

   And I did, intently, as the Filipino steadied the petite white girl's
hips and bore down, forcing the blunt head of his weapon against her
resistant little hole until it finally popped inside.

   "Nngh!" Kayla complained to my dick, and her vacated cunt spasmed over
and over as her anus adjusted to the pain of initial entry, a feeling I was
more than familiar with.

   For the next couple of minutes, everything stopped, included Kayla
sucking my dick, though she kept it in her mouth.  I was grateful for the
respite.  It gave me a chance to catch my breath and gain some distance on
my rapidly approaching orgasm.  Then, very slowly, Rodrigo eased more and
more of his shaft into his girlfriend's shitter until, amazingly, the long,
thick pole was fully planted inside her and all I could see was his big
brown balls dangling just below her cunt.

   "Shit!" I said.  "I can't believe your whole fucking dick is up her
ass!"

   "Yeah, brudder, and I can't believe how tight it still is after all the
times I fucked it."

   I wondered how Kayla felt about it, but her steady moaning, which I
could feel on my dick, told me that she was probably drifting somewhere in
that region that exists between pain and pleasure, where you both love and
hate what's happening to you.  This too I knew well, having been taken to
that region several times by Jaquan.

   When Rodrigo began to pull his pole out of Kayla's rectum, she winced as
her pucker practically turned inside out.  And as his brown shaft slowly
emerged from her distended hole, it looked just like she was shitting out a
long, fat turd, the light-brown streaks on the underside of his cock adding
just the right smell to complete the illusion.  But this only served to
turn me on even more, and I'm pretty sure Kayla detected the stiffening of
my cock in her mouth.

   When Rodrigo had withdrawn all but the head of his cock from his
girlfriend's bowels, he immediately started it on its long journey back
inside, prompting more moaning from the pretty blonde.  Soon, to my
astonishment, he was fucking her ass as vigorously as he'd fucked her
pussy, and Kayla really seemed to be getting off on having his horse cock
wreak havoc in her rectum, as she was sucking me more passionately than I'd
ever been sucked before.

   It was unreal: "Super Bitch" herself, as we all called her behind her
back at work, was giving me head, while a guy that no one at work would
have believed was her boyfriend was fucking her up the ass.  The sight
alone of Rodrigo's brown battering ram plowing in and out of Kayla's shitty
white-girl asshole was nearly enough to trigger my orgasm.  And added to
the obscene squelching sound of the anal sex, his grunts and her yips, the
creaking of the bedsprings, the pussy juice that spattered my face with
every stroke of Rodrigo's horse cock, the overwhelming odor of sex and
shit, and, best of all, Kayla's mouth massaging my tool, there wasn't a
whole lot I could do to restrain the inevitable.

   "Shit!  I'm cumming!" I groaned, stiffening and lifting my hips as I
shot my load down my boss's throat.

   "Swallow his shit, Baby!" said Rodrigo.  "Take it all!"

   I could hear Kayla first gurgling then gulping as she followed her
boyfriend's orders, and this apparently set him off because he began to
butt-fuck her even harder, his crotch giving her little white ass a
spanking, turning it red, before he too finally groaned and stiffened.

   "Fuck!  I'm fuckin' cumming!" he yelled.  "Open up that mouth, brudder!"

   My mouth???

   I didn't question him.  I just opened up as wide as I could, upon which
he snatched his shit-smeared cock out of Kayla's ass and stuffed it in my
mouth.

   "Yeah, take it, brudder!  Swallow my shit!"

   I could feel the head of Rodrigo's fat cock pulsating in my esophagus as
he shot stream after slimy stream of Filipino fuck sauce straight down my
throat.  I could also smell Kayla's shit even more distinctly, as it cut
through the odor of sex and wafted into my nostrils.  Fortunately I had yet
to come down from the high of Kayla sucking me off, so I was still able to
get off on the stinky kinkiness.

   "So, Honey, how's it feel to finally live out your sexual fantasy?"
Kayla asked as she and Rodrigo stared down at me.

   "So far, so good," he replied.  "But ask me again after we do the last
part."

   Last part???

   This time I couldn't have questioned Rodrigo if I'd wanted to, as his
dick was still in my mouth, and I was still guzzling down his cum along
with Kayla's shit, which was oozing down the sides of his shaft.  But his
words had me more intrigued than nervous, and I was ready to be surprised.

   After what felt like half an hour, Rodrigo finally emptied his balls and
pulled his cock out of my mouth, a soft pop and a spray of spit, semen, and
shit exiting with it.

   "Okay, Baby, your turn," the Filipio announced, and as he edged away
from me, Kayla edged closer, eventually kneeling over my face while
furiously fingering her clit.  So once again I was staring directly into
her sopping snatch while cunt juice sprinkled my face.  I wanted to just
suck her pussy directly, but when I started lifting my head to attach my
lips to her cunt, Rodrigo pushed my head back down.

   "No, brudder.  Just stay where you are...but keep your mouth open."

   I complied, but I was a little confused when Kayla inched up and
squatted, positioning her gaping asshole over my mouth.  Maybe she wanted
to fart in my mouth, or maybe she wanted me to drill my tongue into her and
clean out the leftover shit that Rodrigo's horse cock had dragged out of
her.  But I refused to second guess her.  I'd wait for her instructions.

   "You almost ready, Babe?" Rodrigo asked.  "'Cause I REALLY wanna see
this."

   Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him crouching down while
stroking his already re-hardening cock, and I wondered what she could
possibly do--or have me do--that would get him so stoked.  I got my answer
when Kayla's flexing asshole suddenly blossomed wide open to reveal the
blunt end of a turd!  The bitch was taking a shit in my mouth!

   As the blonde's anus opened even wider and the light-brown log began to
slide out, my mind reeled.  Sure I had eaten the shit off Rodrigo's dick,
just like I'd eaten Keon's off Jaquan's, but no one had ever emptied their
bowels in my fucking mouth.  That was disgusting, not to mention insane. 
But it was also so dirty and debasing, so far off the fucking freak scale
that I couldn't help being turned on by it, and I could feel my dick
hardening up again and my whole body trembling in anticipation as I opened
my mouth as wide as I could and focused on the descending dung.

   "Fuck, yeah!" shouted Rodrigo, who'd stroked himself almost back to full
hardness.  "I can see it good now, Baby, and it's BIG!  Just keep going!"

   I regret not knowing the exact time touchdown occurred, because I wanted
to memorialize it, like the moon landing.  All I can say is that sometime
Friday night at around nine, as I lay in the middle of a blue-eyed blonde
white girl's king-size bed, her turd landed on my outstretched tongue...and
the rest is history.

   "Fuck, yeah!!" Rodrigo shouted again, only louder.  "Now EAT it, you
fuckin' pussy!  Eat her fuckin' shit!"

   I intended to do no less, but since I had no clue how to eat a turd that
was being shitted directly into my mouth, I had to play it by ear. 
Fortunately my pervert's instinct took over and, going with the flow, I
just started swallowing, forcing Kayla's feces down my throat, trying my
best to keep up with the pace of her pooping without choking.

   "GodDAMN, that's nasty!" said Rodrigo.  "That's the nastiest fuckin'
shit I EVER seen!"

   I could tell from Rodrigo's voice how elated he was watching me gulp
down his girlfriend's shit, and I began to wonder how long he'd been
waiting for this moment.  How many years had it taken him to pair up just
the right woman with just the right wimp to make this happen?  And how long
had this fantasy been cooking in that freaky Filipino brain of his? 
However long it had taken, it had obviously been worth the wait, judging
from his reaction.

   I also wondered how Kayla felt about it.  She hadn't said a word since
Rodrigo had mentioned the "last part" of his fantasy and hadn't once turned
around to see what was happening underneath her.  So even though she was
using me like she'd never used anyone before, I'm not sure the whole human
toilet thing really appealed to her.  In fact, it was probably more
humiliating for her to shit in my mouth than it was for me to eat it.  But
since her primary goal in bed was apparently to do anything she could to
please her lover, she was probably satisfied just knowing that she was
making him happy.

   "Wait," Rodrigo suddenly said, touching my face.  "Don't finish yet."

   I stopped in mid-chew and awaited further instructions.

   "Open your mouth real wide," he said.

   Again I complied, putting on full display the masticated mess in my
mouth.

   "Look what you did, Babe."

   "Do I have to?"

   "Yeah, come on," Rodrigo urged her.  "Check it out.  It's cool."

   The petite blonde slowly turned, her face already squinched up, around
and reluctantly peeked down at me.

   "Ewwww!  Yuck!" she said, sounding a lot like Keon as her squinch
quickly turned into an over-the-top frown.  "That's so fucking GROSS!"

   Kayla's disgust seemed to turn Rodrigo on even more because he laughed
and started jerking his super-hard cock even faster, inching ever closer to
my head.

   "Well, if you think THAT's gross, watch THIS!"

   Given the megaload of semen that Rodrigo had already pumped down my
throat, I was sure he had emptied his balls and, if he managed to shoot
anything at all, it would be nothing more than a few paltry drops of
leftover cum.

   But I'd underestimated the overwhelming effect that seeing me eat his
girlfriend's shit had on the freaky Filipino.  I'd never considered that
those big balls could cook up a fresh batch of virile sperm in practically
no time when a stud like him was turned on.  So it came as a complete
surprise when he grunted like a bull and busted another huge nut in my
shit-filled mouth.

   "There, brudder," Rodrigo panted as his seed spurted all over what was
left of Kayla's turd.  "There's some fuckin' cream to go with your
chocolate.  Now FINISH eatin' that shit!"

   I went back to chewing, but this time with my mouth open, so they could
both see Rodrigo's cum mixing with Kayla's crap.

   "Yuck!  That's even MORE gross!" said Kayla, who took another peek at me
but quickly closed her eyes and turned her head.  "Just hearing him
smacking makes want to fucking vomit."

   "Well, if you do, Babe, make sure you do it in his mouth, so we can
watch him eat that fuckin' shit too!" said Rodrigo.

   "YUCK!!" Kayla yelled.

   Again Rodrigo laughed heartily at his girlfriend's disgust, and I would
have laughed too, if my mouth hadn't been full.  Anyway, when I was sure
that Kayla's shit and Rodrigo's sperm were thoroughly blended, I closed my
mouth and swallowed hard, sending the last of her bowel movement and his
ejaculate down my toilet throat and into my stomach.  Afterward I burped,
and I smiled when Rodrigo fanned the air and told Kayla that my breath
smelled just like her farts.

   5-5-5-5-5-5-5-5

   After that amazing first session, I ended up joining the couple
regularly for a round of kinky sex.  But those weren't the only times I
found myself at Kayla's apartment.  No, we weren't cheating on Rodrigo, but
we WERE doing something behind his back because Kayla had her own sexual
fantasies that Rodrigo refused to take part in because "they don't fit into
his repertoire," to use Kayla's words.

   "Well, that doesn't seem fair," I responded after she'd called me into
her office and confided in me after about six weeks into our get-togethers.

   "I know," she said.  "Especially since I always bend over backwards to
satisfy him.  So I was wondering if you could help me out with that."

   "Sure.  No problem.  Anytime," I replied in my finest people-pleasing
voice.  "I mean, as long as your boyfriend doesn't bust us and we both end
up in the hospital--or the morgue."

   She chuckled.  "Don't worry.  After we do our thing on Friday, he's with
his kids on Saturday, and I don't think he wants them or his baby mama
knowing about Daddy's 'pooty' girlfriend.  Besides, he doesn't have a key
to my apartment.  So you still in?"

   "Sure."

   "Good.  So be at my place on Saturday at around two." She looked at me
and half-smiled.  "You think that'll give you enough time to recover from
Friday night?"

   I half-smiled back.  "Yeah, I think so."

   I continued to half-smile as I made my way back to my desk, but then I
began to wonder seriously about Kayla's sexual fantasies.  What could
possibly be so bizarre about them that even Rodrigo, the Freaky Filipino
himself, wouldn't participate?  I should have asked her if they involved
S&M.  I could just see myself showing up at work on Monday with a black eye
and my arm in a sling.  But I trusted that Kayla would not risk hurting me
to the point that she injured anything other than my pride, so I decided to
go along with the program and, again, allow myself to be surprised by
whatever she came up with.

   Well, after a particularly wild Friday night during which Kayla dumped
her biggest load yet down my throat followed by a huge cum chaser from
Rodrigo's horse cock, I somehow managed to recover in time to make it back
to Kayla's house on Saturday afternoon.

   "Hi, stranger," she said, smiling as she opened the door.  "You okay
after last night's hoedown?"

   "Yeah, I think so," I said.  "But I guess it depends on what you have
planned for today."

   "Well, let's go in the bedroom and find out."

   As I followed Kayla down the hall, my heart was racing in fear and
anticipation of what was waiting for me there.  I was taken aback to see a
cute little blue-eyed blonde girl, who looked a lot like Kayla, sitting on
the bed.  No more than seven or eight years old, she was wearing a pink
"Frozen" tee shirt with matching shorts and was deeply involved whatever
video game she was playing.  Only then did I understand Rodrigo's refusal
to take part in Kayla's sexual fantasy: He obviously drew the line when it
came to having sex with children.  I probably would've drawn the same line,
but I was too chickenshit to say no to my perverted superviser, and she
knew it.  On top of that, my experience with Keon had jaded me just enough
to excite me about my part in whatever nastiness Kayla had planned for the
tyke.

   "Ryan, I'd like you to meet my niece, Chloe," said Kayla.

   "Hi, Chloe," I said.

   It took her a second, but she finally looked up and, with a quick smile,
said, "Hi."

   Kayla sat down next to the girl, put her arm around her, hugged her
close, and kissed her on the cheek, all while Chloe continued to focus--or
at least pretend to--on her video game.

   "Chloe's very bright.  She's seven years old and at the top of her
second-grade class.  But I've been teaching her a few things she probably
won't learn in school," Kayla said with a sinister smile.  "And you
wouldn't believe what a fast learner she is."

   It was hard to believe what Kayla was suggesting about the cute little
girl, who was the picture of innocence.  Then I wondered if Kayla had also
been introduced to sex at an early age by one of her older family members
and was just passing down the tradition.  The idea was intriguing.  Was it
possible that Kayla had come from a long line of sexual predators dating
all the way back to her Anglo ancestors?  Perverts like me could only hope.

   "Sweetie," said Kayla, still hugging the girl with one arm while deftly
taking away the video game with her free hand, "remember that video we were
watching of the little girl sucking a black cock and how you said you wish
you had a black cock to suck?"

   Glancing first at Kayla, then at me, Chloe stared down at the floor,
smiled bashfully and began to blush.  "Uh-huh."

   "Well, Ryan has the perfect cock for you.  It's not too big, so you
won't choke on it, and he said you can suck it all you want."

   "For real?" Chloe asked, glancing up at me again but settling her gaze
on my crotch.

   "Yep," I said, and I could feel my dick getting harder by the second as
the girl looked up at me again, a puzzled expression on her face.

   "Are you gonna make sperms in my mouth?"

   "Of course he is, Sweetie," Kayla said before I could answer, "and
you're gonna swallow them all down, just like the little girl in the video
we watched, and they're gonna wiggle around inside your tummy and give you
the collywobbles," and she proceeded to tickle Chloe's stomach, making her
giggle.

   Naturally this made me even harder.  The idea that Kayla was corrupting
her own niece was a huge turn-on by itself, and now that I knew the part I
would play in that corruption, I was hornier than ever.  I was already
picturing Chloe's pink lips wrapped around my brown cock and imagining what
it would be like to spurt a hot load of semen down her seven-year-old
throat.  It was hard to be patient, but Kayla was directing this show, so I
had to bide my time and wait for my cue.

   "Okay, Sweetie, on your feet!" Kayla suddenly said.  "Time to dance!"

   "Yaaaay!" the little girl responded, leaping to her feet and jumping up
and down.

   Winking at me, Kayla pressed a key on her laptop, which was sitting on
the bureau, and "The Stripper" began to blare out of the speakers.  She
then lifted Chloe onto the bed, which, due to the firmness of the mattress
and the girl's light weight, was the perfect stage for her performance.

   Right away Chloe went into her routine, bumping and grinding as only a
seven-year-old girl can, as she took off, twirled, and tossed away one
piece of clothing after another.  It was funny watching her.  I mean, the
whole idea of a striptease is for a female to turn a male on by showing off
her tits and ass, and Chloe had neither.  Her chest was totally flat, and
I'd seen bigger butts on little boys her age.  Nevertheless I found myself
getting more and more aroused with each item of clothing she removed,
especially when she wiggled out of her panties to reveal her hairless
little pussy, which she proceeded to thrust in my direction while shaking
her hips.

   "Oooo, nice!" I commented, stroking my erection through my pants.  "Can
I get a taste?"

   "Be my guest," said Kayla.

   Practically leaping out of my chair, I stooped down just enough to put
my face in line with Chloe's cunt and held her slim hips so she wouldn't
fall backwards.  At first I just stared at it, burning into my brain the
image of its pale beauty; then I pressed my nose against it and sniffed. 
It smelled mostly like pee, but I also detected a hint of something else--a
softer, lighter version of that female-in-heat odor I was so familiar with,
and the fact that such an odor was wafting out of Chloe's immature pussy
turned me on even more.

   "Ooh!" Chloe gasped, flinching when I flicked the tip of my tongue over
her tiny clit.  But she didn't back away.  She actually moved even closer
to me, and I gently grasped her mini buns as I began to slurp heartily at
her snatch, making her moan.

   "Yeah, Ryan, EAT her!" said Kayla.  "She tastes good, doesn't she?"

   "Mm-hm!" I agreed, wondering how many trips between her niece's legs it
had taken her to figure that out.  I went so far as to picture Kayla in the
delivery room when her sister gave birth.  Was my horny blonde boss, while
celebrating Chloe's arrival in the world, plotting to sample the little
girl's slit even before she was taken home from the hospital?  I was
imagining the stealth she might have employed in going about doing this
when my thoughts were suddenly interrupted:

   "Auntie Kate, I feel like I hafta pee pee," Chloe said, squirming.

   "So go ahead," said Kayla.

   "But it'll go in his mouth."

   "I know, but it's okay because he likes drinking pee pee, don't you
Ryan?"

   "Mm-hm," I responded again as I continued to tongue the girl's tiny
twat. I looked up at her to see her staring down at me with a quizzical
expression; then she sort of smiled and frowned at the same time, her eyes
squinting as she bared her baby teeth.

   "You really like to DRINK pee pee?"

   I nodded.

   "Ewwwwwwww!" the little girl squealed with glee.  "That's nasty!"

   I nodded again in agreement.  But now that we had established that I was
a nasty piss drinker, I just hoped that Chloe actually had to go.  When
she'd first said it, I figured what she was really feeling was an oncoming
little-girl orgasm and that she simply didn't know how to describe the
sensation.  But if she really did have to pee, I just hoped that, now that
she knew I was going to drink it, she didn't suddenly become pee shy.

   Well, I was wrong on the first count and needn't have worried on the
second.  When I stopped sucking Chloe and sealed my lips over pussy, I only
had to wait a few seconds before I felt a warm trickle in my mouth.  It
tasted like Keon's piss, only lighter, just the way I would have expected a
cute little white girl's pee to taste, and I eagerly gulped it down.

   Though Kayla couldn't see anything, she could obviously hear her niece
urinating in my mouth and me swallowing it because she moved closer to us
and began to finger her clit furiously.

   "Yeah, Sweetie, piss right in his nasty cunt-sucking mouth!" she said.

   Kayla's vulgar words made what I was doing even more delightful,
stripping away its veneer, revealing it for the filthy act it was; and the
fact that she was now cussing right in front of Chloe, defiling those
innocent little ears, made me want to get even nastier with the
seven-year-old.

   As soon as she had finished peeing, I stuck my tongue back in Chloe's
pussy and slurped up the leftover drops; then I turned her around, bent her
over, and spread her tiny ass cheeks, revealing her anus.  It was pink and
pretty, looking as if nothing as big and nasty as a turd had ever made its
way out of her.  But when I sniffed it, the illusion of that pristine
purity went right down the toilet, as my nostrils were filled with a shitty
aroma.

   "Go ahead and taste her there too," said Kayla, giving me permission
while, at the same time, alerting Chloe to what was about to happen.

   I didn't hesitate.  Getting a solid hold on the child's hips, I pressed
my face in her shallow ass crack.  At first I just sniffed her again,
deeply this time, trying to fill my head with the odor of her bowels.  Then
I replaced my nose with my tongue and began to push at Chloe's anus, trying
to force the little hole open.  At first her anal sphincter resisted the
intrusion, pushing back at me, trying to force me out.  But after a short
while (aided by Kayla's finger lightly rubbing her nieces's clitty), it
suddenly opened up, like a blossoming flower, and my tongue slipped right
inside.

   "Ooooh!" the little girl moaned, shivering as I snaked my tongue up her
shit trail.

   "How's it feel, Sweetie?"

   "Nice.  Kinda like when you stick your pinky finger back there."

   Hearing that, I stopped just long enough to glance up at Kayla, who
shrugged and gave me a sheepish smile.  When I went back to eating Chloe's
ass, I recalled a proposition that a pedo pal of mine had come up with, one
that I heartily agreed with: "Every cute little girl should get her pussy
and asshole sucked before she leaves elementary school."

   "The ugly ones can wait," he'd said, "but the cute ones deserve the
earliest exposure to the pleasures of the flesh."

   Obviously Kayla felt the same way, and I was about to muse further on
that thought when I noticed how Chloe's rectum was contracting more often,
and that my tongue no longer had free access to it.

   "Now I feel like I hafta poo!" the seven-year-old announced.

   "Well, you know what to do, Sweetie," said Kayla.

   "You mean..."

   "Yes, Sweetie, just go in his mouth."

   "He likes THAT too?" she asked, incredulous.

   "You bet he does, Sweetie.  In fact, just before he came over, he said
to me, 'I sure hope Chloe has to poo while I'm there, 'cause I'd LOVE to
eat a nice big one out of her butthole.'"

   "Ewwwwwwww!  That's even nastier than drinking pee pee!  It's like his
mouth is the toilet!" she added, reminding me of what Keon had said.

   "That's EXACTLY right, Sweetie, so go ahead and do a nice big dooty in
his toilet mouth!"

   Her remark made Chloe giggle, relaxing her, so as I sealed my lips over
her anus, I had no worries about shy bowel syndrome, only curiosity about
just how big a "dooty" the cute little seven-year-old was going to feed me.

   "Wait a minute, Sweetie," said Kayla, adjusting my head and Chloe's ass
to leave a gap between them.  "I want to see it go in his mouth."

   This elicited another "Ewwwwwwww!" from Chloe, and as I continued my
spread-hold on her ass cheeks, I could both see and feel the little girl's
anus contracting and expanding as she bore down.  Wider and wider it
stretched until, amazingly, it had opened almost as wide as her auntie's
had when she'd fed me the night before!

   "Wow, Sweetie!  It looks like you're going to give Ryan just what he was
hoping for!"

   "You mean a great big poo for him to eat like a big ol' hotdog?" Chloe
asked, giggling again.

   "You got it, Sweetie!" Kayla replied, and she began recording a video of
us with her cell phone as I watched a very grown-up turd slowly emerge from
Chloe's seven-year-old asshole.  But the little girl didn't have the kind
of control over her bowels that Kayla did, so as soon as the blunt head of
her poop pushed past her anal ring, she quickly shit out all the rest,
filling my mouth in seconds, leaving several inches of her log protruding
obscenely from between my lips.

   "Oooooo!" Kayla cooed.  "That's looks SOOO nasty!  Turn around, Sweetie,
so you can see!"

   She did, and fortunately Kayla caught Chloe's initial reaction with her
phone, because the look of disgust mixed with fascination on the child's
face was priceless.

   "Ewwwwwwww!!" she squealed, even louder than before.  "There's a big fat
stinky poo sticking outta his mouth!"

   "Yes there is, Sweetie!  YOUR poo!  Now let's watch him eat it!" said
Kayla, her phone aimed at me again.

   Wanting to put on the best performance possible not only for my live
audience of two but also for whatever future audience Kayla introduced me
to via her video, I slowly chewed up and swallowed Chloe's turd one slimy
chunk at a time, my libido feeding off the funky smell of her shit and the
funky frowns on her and her aunt's faces.  I found it especially
interesting that Kayla, who'd had such a hard time watching me eat her own
shit, never once closed her eyes or turned away as I devoured her niece's.
Maybe it was being strictly a spectator and not a participant that allowed
her to watch without squeamishness.

   Anyway, I kept going little by little, gulp by gulp, until I had
consumed every crumb of Chloe's defecation.  The very idea that whatever
meal the cute little white girl had eaten, digested, and shitted out, I had
now re-eaten, was re-digesting, and would soon re-shit out, gave me a
depraved sense of satisfaction, and I proudly opened my mouth super-wide
and stuck out my shitty tongue to show off to my two ladies the climax of
the perverse act.

   "Ugh!  Gross!" Chloe exclaimed, squinching up her face even more,
pressing her lips together, and shaking her head as if she could suddenly
taste the shit sliding down her own throat.

   "Well, Sweetie, now that the big toilet mouth has flushed, it's time for
you to do your thing on his cock," said Kayla.  "You ready?"

   The little girl just smiled and nodded, sitting back down on the foot of
the bed.

   "Okay, big boy," said Kayla, sitting next to her, "let's see it."

   I thought about doing a strip tease too, but I was so eager to have
little Chloe suck my dick that instead I just shucked everything off as
fast as I could, until I was standing there buck naked.

   Chloe's mouth gaped and her eyes bugged out as she zeroed in on my cock,
which was sticking straight up.  Even though it's only four inches long, it
has a decent girth, so it probably looked huge to her, and I was afraid
that seeing it might scare her away from sucking it.  But as I watched her
thin lips slowly curl up into a smile, I realized that fear was the last
thing the horny little imp was feeling.

   Putting my hands on my hips, I walked up to the bed.  The height of the
mattress put Chloe's head directly in line with my crotch, so my dick was
right in her face.  I expected her to move back, if only instinctively;
instead she moved forward and started rubbing her face all over my dick,
rotating her head to make sure it touched all parts.  Then she lowered her
head and did the same thing with my balls, rubbing her face all over them.
After that she started sniffing them, which made me a little uncomfortable,
especially when she wrinkled her nose, because I knew how sweaty and smelly
they were, being that I hadn't bothered to shower after the previous
night's festivities.  But then she stuck her nose straight in my pubes and
sniffed even harder, totally surprising me.  I looked over at Kayla.

   "Hey, what can I tell you," she said.  "She's into body odors.  She's
always sticking her face in my armpits...and my crotch."

   The idea that this cute little girl may be a natural-born perv just
added to her mystique.  Now I was glad I hadn't showered.  Since she liked
body odors so much, it was only fitting that she got to smell the full
unwashed funk of my pubic hair.  And smell it she did, nuzzling her nose in
it, rooting around like a pig sniffing out truffles, as if she were trying
to fill her head with my man-stink.

   When Chloe was done, she looked up at me with her eyes narrrowed and
wearing an evil little grin; then, grabbing the base of my cock with her
tiny white fingers, she made a big "O" with her lips and dive-bombed it,
stuffing it into her mouth.

   "Oooh!" I gasped, flinching.

   Up and down Chloe went, obviously mimicking the motions of the little
girl in whatever pedo video she and Kayla had watched, and Kayla seemed
delighted by this.

   "Yeah, Sweetie, suck that black cock!" she urged her niece.  "Suck it
good so he can cum in your fucking mouth!"

   Hearing Kayla say that turned me on all the more, and I glanced over to
see her furiously fingering herself again with this wild look on her face.
I could certainly identify with her excitement.  The sight alone of a cute
little blue-eyed blonde white girl sucking my cock was almost too much for
me.  But add to it the exquisite feeling of being inside the
second-grader's warm, wet mouth, as well as the sound of the spit sloshing
around inside it, and you can understand why I was in danger of busting a
nut way too soon.

   Fortunately for Chloe, even if this happened at least she wouldn't be
deprived of her fair share of semen.  Last night I'd only cum twice during
my romp with her auntie and Rodrigo, and simply anticipating today's
activities had caused my gonads to work overtime to replenish its supply of
baby-makers, so I was prepared to feed the child a nice big serving of
"sperms." Unfortunately for me, I wasn't able to restrain my libido for
nearly as long as I wanted to, and less than five minutes into my first
prepubescent blow job, I lost the battle.

   "Shit!  I'm cumming!" I groaned, stiffening.

   "Yeah, Ryan, shoot your nasty load right down her fucking throat!" said
Kayla, whose face was now right next to Chloe's.

   As I began to spurt my seed into Chloe's virgin mouth, she frowned,
grunted, and pulled back a little.  And as I continued to ejaculate, she
frowned even more and seemed close to pulling away altogether.  I wanted to
grab her head to keep her from moving back any further, but I knew it
wasn't my place to do that.  Then, just when it seemed that the
seven-year-old was ready to bail out on me, Kayla came to the rescue,
firmly grabbing the back of her niece's head, preventing any further
retreat.

   "Swallow it, you little cunt!" Kayla screamed.

   Her demeanor scared me, especially when Chloe started to choke and sperm
seeped out of her nostrils.  But though I was tempted to intervene, I again
held back, figuring that the two of them understood their relationship a
lot better than I did.  So I just stood there shooting the last of my load
down the little girl's throat and watching her struggle to swallow it as
her auntie held her in place with one hand while continuing to diddle
herself with the other.

   Kayla seemed to know the exact moment I emptied my balls because, not
five seconds later, she said, "Now MOVE!" letting go of Chloe's head and
pushing me away.  As I stumbled back, my dick slipped out of the girl's
mouth, but a long, sticky rope of semen kept us connected.  I could also
see strands of white slime clinging to her palate, but I got only a glimpse
of this because, to my complete surprise, Kayla stood up, grabbed Chloe's
head again, and slammed the girl's face right in her twat.

   "FUCK!" she screamed, clasping the child's head with both hands.  "EAT
me, Sweetie!  Auntie's gonna cum right in your fucking mouth!"

   Though I'd shot my load only seconds before, I could feel myself getting
hard all over again as I watched Kayla face-fuck her niece for several
intense seconds then, shivering, plaster her pussy against the little
girl's open mouth.

   "Aah!  Aah!  Yeah, Sweetie!  Drink my fucking juice!"

   It was as if Kayla's lower lips and Chloe's upper ones were fused
together, as Kayla, panting, creamed into the seven-year-old's mouth while
Chloe, moaning, sucked down every drop.  Only when Kayla's orgasm had
subsided, which took a while, did she finally let go of Chloe's head and
step back.  The little girl slumped back on the bed, her face beet red and
thoroughly awash in the secretions of adult lovemaking.  But despite being
handled so roughly, she was wearing a big smile.

   "Are you okay, Sweetie?" Kayla asked, sitting down beside the child,
gently stroking her terribly tousled hair.

   "Uh-huh," Chloe panted, nodding.

   "So did you like sucking Ryan's cock and eating his sperm?"

   "Uh-huh."

   "And what about sucking Auntie's pussy and drinking her juice?  Did you
like that too?"

   "Uh-huh."

   "Good girl," said Kayla.  "It makes Auntie very happy to know how much
you like big-girl things like that." Then she turned to me.  I had a
feeling I was about to be given the bum's rush, so I wasn't surprised when
she said, "Well, Ryan, I'm going to help Chloe clean up now, so it's time
for you to go.  Take your things and get dressed in the bathroom.  I'll see
you at work on Monday.  Sweetie, say goodbye to Ryan."

   "Byyyyyye!" she sang out, still smiling as she waved at me.

   I smiled and waved back, after which I picked up my clothes and headed
for the bathroom.  When I glanced back, I saw Kayla licking Chloe's face,
like a mama cat cleaning her kitten.  It was as If I had already become a
distant memory to them, but I didn't mind, because I knew that memory would
quickly be "refreshed" and that I would be right back with them again the
following weekend.

   And I was, and I was also there the weekend after that, and the weekend
after that.  But a solid month of Kayla/Rodrigo followed by Kayla/Chloe
damn near wore me out.  So as I sat at work with a sore tongue, sore dick,
and sore asshole, I was actually relieved when Kayla called me into her
office on Friday of week five to tell me that there would be no
get-together that night because she was on her period and, as freaky as
Rodrigo was, menstruation was the other thing he drew the line at.  On top
of that, there'd be no get-together on Saturday either, because Kayla's
sister was taking Chloe to visit their mother.  But as relieved as that
news made me, I'd gotten so used to the routine of back-to-back threesomes
that when I got home after work, I didn't know what to do with myself. 
But, as it turned out, my "lost weekend" would be more eventful than I
could have ever imagined.

   6-6-6-6-6-6-6-6

   That Friday night, Demarco asked me if I wanted to go to a party with
him.  Since I wasn't busy, I accepted, though I could easily predict the
plot of this story since I'd lived it so many times before: I'd accompany
him, he'd meet some gorgeous chick, and he'd take off early with her,
leaving me to make small talk with a bunch of strangers until I could
comfortably excuse myself and head for home.

   This time, however, things were different.  VERY different.  Demarco was
doing more drinking than talking, often walking away in the middle of a
conversation to go back to the bar for a refill.  It was odd behavior for
Mr.  Casanova, and I wondered what was going on.  Eventually Demarco was so
drunk that he could barely stand up.  On top of that he was talking loud
and cursing at everyone.  I was concerned because I'd never seen him that
way.  Demarco always prided himself on his ability to hold his liquor, so
seeing him like this was not just surprising but alarming.  It got so bad
that the guy hosting the party finally asked him to leave, so I took
Demarco's arm and escorted him out the door.

   I was going to drive him to his house, carry him upstairs, and put him
to bed.  But Demarco had told me more than a few stories about how nosy his
neighbors were, and I didn't want to add grist to the gossip mill by
risking any of them seeing him plastered, so I headed to my house instead.
Once he'd slept it off, he'd be safe to drive home, and his neighbors would
be none the wiser.

   As I drove, he babbled the whole time about how he should've known and
why didn't he see it.  Something was obviously weighing heavily on his
mind, so much that it had caused him to drink to excess, but I'd never
known a problem with any woman to affect him like this, so I figured it
must've had something to do with his family.  Whatever it was, though, I'd
have to wait till he was more lucid to ask about it.

   When we finally got home, I helped Demarco up the stairs, carried him
into my bedroom, and sat him on my bed.  By the time I untied and took off
his shoes, swung his legs onto the bed, and covered him up, he was gone. 
Passed out and snoring.

   Flopping down in the swivel chair at my desk, I spun around to face the
bed and just sat there staring at my friend.  Seeing him in my bed was, to
say the least, weird.  There he lay, dead to the world.  Ripe for the
picking.  I could easily have tossed back the covers, pulled down his pants
and drawers, sucked him till he was good and hard, then yanked on him till
he'd splooged right in my face--all without his even waking up!

   But as tempting as that was, I simply couldn't take advantage of Demarco
that way.  Yeah, it would have been satisfying, but not what I really
wanted.  To really float my boat, he needed to WANT to do it and be wide
awake when he did.  But I knew that would never happen, so all I could do
was gaze at him and dream.

   At some point I dozed off, and when I woke up about an hour later, the
tables had turned: Demarco was staring at me!  I had no idea when he'd
awakened or how long he'd been staring at me, and right away I began to
feel uncomfortable.

   "So how was your nap?" he asked, smirking.

   "Okay, I guess.  How about you?  How're you feeling?"

   "A little woozy, but I'm okay." Then he paused, looked around, and
looked at me again.  "So why'd you bring me here instead of taking me
home?"

   "Well, I remembered what you said about how nosy yours neighbors are,
so--"

   "You want me, don't you?" said Demarco, cutting me off before I could
finish.

   "Want you for what?" I asked, my heart instantly thumping away.

   "To fuck you."

   "Whoa, partner!  Slow down!" I said, trying my best to stay calm.  "What
makes you say that?"

   "'Cause you're fucking gay," he said matter-of-factly.  "I didn't get it
at first, but then I started thinking about how you NEVER talk about
bitches, except for going shopping with 'em and shit, and it's been that
way ever since I've known you."

   "...well, that's just because I haven't met the right woman yet, and--"

   "Bullshit!" he said, laughing.  "You'd rather hang with me than them ANY
day.  And when was the last time you fucked a girl?  Probably never."

   I was so shocked to hear all of this coming from Demarco that I was at a
loss for words.  Finally I managed to say, "Hey, man.  That's just the
booze talking.  Everything'll be clearer in the morning, after you finish
sleeping it off."

   "Shit, it's clear NOW.  You're a full-out faggot...and I can prove it."

   "What are you talking about?" I asked, fearing the worst.

   "A couple of weeks ago, this guy I work with was talking about how good
his nephew did on his SATs after he went to one of those tutoring places.
He said he got tutored by the only black guy there.  Well, I knew you said
you were the only 'fly in the buttermilk' at the place you work at, so I
thought it might be you.  But then the guy laughed and said his nephew
ended up getting tutored for free after he fucked the tutor, so I said to
myself, No way that was Ryan!  He's not gay.  I asked the guy if he knew
the tutor's name, but he said his nephew never mentioned it.  So I asked
him his nephew's name.  Do you know a guy named Jaquan?"

   I just sat there stunned, and probably with a deer-in-the-headlights
look on my face.  I wanted to scream NO, that I didn't know anybody by that
name and didn't know what the fuck he was talking about.  But I'm sure my
expression said it all.  So after several seconds, I cleared my very dry
throat and admitted what was already obvious.

   "Shit!!  Then it's fuckin' TRUE??!!"

   "Well, not exactly.  I mean, he paid most of what he was supposed to,
but--"

   "He fucked you and didn't have to pay the rest?!"

   "...ummm...something like that."

   "Damn!" said Demarco, staring at me as if I had suddenly grown a second
head.  "My best friend in the whole wide world is a fucking homo.  How did
I fucking miss that shit?"

   I wanted to say, "Because you're a fucking ego-maniac and the only
person you ever focus on is yourself," but of course I didn't.  Instead I
just sat there hoping this revelation of his was happening in the midst of
a blackout and that he wouldn't remember any of it once he'd completely
sobered up.

   "So, I mean, do you, like, suck dick and eat ass and all that other gay
shit?"

   "Yeah, pretty much," I conceded.

   I wanted to set the record straight by explaining to Demarco that, while
I may be wimpy when it came to guys like him, I was really bi, but he was
so focused on the fact that I had sex with males that I knew he wouldn't
hear or believe me, so I just kept quiet, expecting any moment to hear him
say, "Well, I can't be hanging out with no fucking faggot, so this
friendship is over." Instead he said something that took me completely by
surprise:

   "Well, faggot boy, today's your lucky day."

   "What do you mean?"

   "I figure the only reason you've been hanging around me all this time is
that you want something from me, namely my jizz, and because I still have a
buzz on, we're alone, and I'm feeling pretty fucking mellow right now, I'm
gonna give you what you want."

   When I heard that, my heart started beating so fast I thought I would
pass out, and though I tried to hide my reaction, I knew that even through
his buzz, Demarco could tell how excited I was, because he smirked.

   "Yeah, I knew that would get your fucking attention.  But this is just
between us.  And it's the only time it's ever gonna happen, 'cause I don't
play that faggot shit.  And if you breathe a word about it to ANYbody, you
can consider our fucking friendship over and done with.  You get it?"

   I nodded.

   Then, at a maddeningly slow pace, Demarco unbuckled his belt and
unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pushing them down to about mid-thigh,
tottering the whole time but somehow managing to keep his balance.  As I
stood there and watched, it was hard to believe what was happening.  It was
even harder to believe what I was now looking at: a huge bulge in his red
bikini briefs.  I wanted to ask him why, if he didn't "play that faggot
shit," he was so fucking hard, but I didn't want to say anything that might
piss him off and make him change his mind, so again I just kept quiet.

   "Okay, faggot boy, here it comes," Demarco announced.  "Get ready for
it."

   With those words, he pulled down his briefs, stumbling forward as he
did, and his hard-on was revealed, springing up and slapping against his
stomach as if celebrating its freedom.

   After all these years I was finally face-to-face with Demarco's dick,
which stood before me in all its suckable glory.  I'd always wondered what
it looked like.  Up to now I'd gotten only glimpses of it whenever we were
out together, had to take a piss, and used adjacent urinals.  But this was
my first time seeing it fully erect, and it was beautiful.  No, he wasn't
all that big, maybe seven inches, but to me he was a foot long, and for
several long seconds I just stared at it and his round, perfectly formed
nut sac.

   "So you like my shit, huh, faggot boy?"

   I looked up at Demarco, smiled, and gave him a quick nod.  He smiled
too, but it wasn't like mine.  His was a more like a sneer, a totally
derisive look which, along with his bloodshot eyes, clearly communicated
his contempt.  But his expression didn't move me enough to back off,
because his dick was smiling at me, and right now it was all that mattered.

   I began by smelling Demarco's crotch, eventually pressing my nostrils
into his pubic hair, just like little Chloe had done to me, to get the full
fragrance of his body odor.  It was sweaty and musky, but for me it was
like an aphrodisiac because with every sniff I could feel myself getting
harder.

   After that I started licking his nuts, flicking my tongue over every
inch of his scrotum, which caused him to moan.  Next I carefully sucked
each of his balls into my mouth, making sure to bathe them liberally in
saliva, which by then was overflowing from my lips.  I was deliberately
holding back, teasing myself and him by not immediately swallowing his
erection.  But after a while I couldn't take it anymore.  Starting at the
base of his cock, I began licking my way up faster and faster until I
reached the head, which was already leaking precum.  After glancing up at
Demarco one more time, I popped it in my mouth.

   "Shit!" he responded, flinching.  "Oooh, yeah, faggot boy, suck my
dick!"

   Demarco instinctively grabbed my head with both hands, but as soon as he
did, he let go again, I'm guessing because feeling my hair reminded him of
who was sucking him.  But after I made a few trips up and down his shaft,
he relaxed and his hands returned.  And when, after a few more trips, I
reached around and gently grasped Demarco's ass, he flinched and tensed up.
But again my cock worshiping quickly caused him to relax, and soon I felt
him bucking his hips ever so slightly, fucking my mouth.

   "Damn, Ryan!" he panted.  "You suck dick better than a fucking bitch!"

   Coming from him it was the ultimate compliment, as far as I was
concerned, and I began to suck him even more enthusiastically, which caused
him to fuck my mouth more vigorously.  Somewhere in the midst of all this,
Demarco went exactly where I'd hoped for so long that he'd go.  Giving in
completely to his lust, he chucked that last bit of his straight-male false
pride, took a solid hold on my head and began to ram his rod down my throat
like he meant it, his balls bouncing off my chin.  It may have been
subconscious, but he was now seeing me for exactly what I was and treating
me accordingly.

   "Suck it, you sick motherfuckin' faggot!" Demarco shouted, his muscular
ass flexing under my clutching fingers as his cockhead tickled my tonsils.
"Take it all in that pussy mouth!"

   All I could do was moan, but that didn't come close to expressing my
feelings.  My handsome hetero buddy was passionately mouth-fucking me, and
I was swooning with joy, elated to at last be getting what I'd wanted for
so long from the person I'd dreamed about getting it from.  I was also
pleased that Demarco, Mr.  "I-don't-play-that-faggot-shit" himself, seemed
to be having such a good time making me his bitch.  Yeah, he was doing it
to please me, but I could tell that it was no longer his primary
motivation. Now he was doing it because it felt good and he was looking to
get his rocks off, and realizing this it made my own experience even more
enjoyable.

   As Demarco continued to thrust his tool down my throat, I began to feel
a familiar twitching in his ass muscles, the same twitching I'd felt so
many times in Jaquan's ass whenever he fucked my face, and I knew that my
friend was right on the verge of blowing his wad.

   "Get ready, faggot boy, 'cause here it comes!" he panted.  "Gonna shoot
my load right down your fuckin' throat!"

   Hearing that, I panicked, pulling my lips off his cock just long enough
to say, "No.  In my face."

   "Hmph!" Demarco snorted.  "I should've known.  A real pussy."

   Demarco humped my head about half a dozen times more; then he grunted,
stiffened, and grimaced, snatching his dick out of my mouth, aiming it at
my face, and furiously stroking it.

   "Nngh!  Take it, faggot boy!  Right in your motherfuckin' faggot face!"

   Having sucked several loads of Demarco's cum out of Yolanda's pussy, I
thought I was prepared for what was in store for me.  I wasn't.  That night
Demarco proceeded to give me exactly what I'd hoped for by shooting the
load of all loads.  The first stream hit me smack in the eye, which caused
me to gasp, and the moment my mouth opened, the next stream shot right
inside, hitting the back of my tongue.  After that it just kept coming and
coming, volley after volley of semen gushing out in gooey ropes, spurting
everywhere, sliming me from forehead to chin.  Judging by the sheer volume
of it, I figured he must've held off cumming for at least a week, and I was
lucky enough to be the sole recipient of everything he'd saved up.

   But I don't think my being happy about this was part of Demarco's plan.
I had the feeling my buddy may have deliberately held off shooting his
load, knowing all along he would be giving it to me, in an attempt to teach
me a lesson.  It was kind of like a father who'd caught his son smoking a
cigarette and was now making him smoke a whole pack, one right after
another, reasoning that, if forced to overdose, he'd be so sick of it, so
disgusted by the very thought of it, that he'd never smoke again.  So maybe
saving up his semen and giving me this megaload was Demarco's way of trying
to turn me off to being gay.

   But if that was indeed his thinking, his ploy hadn't worked at all,
because contrary to being turned off, I revelled in the excess.  In fact,
just the idea that the stuff I'd craved for so long--the same stuff that
had found its way into the cunts of countless females--was blasting all
over my face turned me on like I'd never been turned on before.  Add to
that the fact that, in holding off, he had deprived at least one more bitch
from getting his seed, and you can understand why, way before he was done,
I shot my own load, making a big sticky mess in my underwear.

   Altogether I counted ten full spurts followed by three smaller ones
before Demarco's balls were finally empty.  He had succeeded in splooging
nearly every inch of my face.  The was was even cum in my hair, up my nose,
and on my neck.  To this day, it's the heaviest facial I've ever gotten.

   "There.  Satisfied?" he asked.

   I wanted to tell him yes, that it was absolutely awesome, well worth the
years I'd waited for it.  But as I sat there with my face covered in his
semen, the loathing I detected in Demarco's voice told me that he'd already
disconnected from me and that I again needed to keep quiet, since we both
knew his question was merely rhetorical.

   "I'm outta here," he said, and it was as if shooting his load had fully
sobered him up, because he pulled up his briefs and jeans without stumbling
and managed to get everything zipped, buttoned, and buckled in a fraction
of the time it took him to undo them.  Then he bolted out the door, not
even bothering to close it behind him.

   I wanted to call Demarco the very nexy day and thank him for stepping
outside his comfort zone to please me.  But I thought it might be better to
give him time to get over any regrets he might have had.  So I waited a few
days to contact him.  But when I finally did call, he didn't pick up, and
he didn't return my call or reply to my texts.  And he didn't respond a
week or two weeks or a month later.  And when I finally called his job, I
was told that he no longer worked there.  And when I got up the nerve to
drop by his favorite club, he wasn't there either.  And when I practically
set up camp outside his apartment building, I never saw him leave or come
back.  And when I finally checked with the landlord, I was told that he'd
moved and hadn't left a forwarding address.  In short, I never heard from
him again.  He was gone.

   7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7 (EPILOG)

   It's been over a year, now, and while I can't say that I'm completely
satisfied with my life, I can say that I'm contented.

   Thanks to Kayla, I got a big raise at work and, yeah, I still get
together with her and Rodrigo, though not as often, since he decided to
marry his baby mama and only sees Kayla once or twice a month.  But I still
see Kayla and Chloe every week, and the now-eight-year-old has turned into
a real little slut.  Last week, for example, she insisted on taking my cock
up her ass, so I lay down on my back, and Kayla lubed us up and presided
over the docking, lining up my dick with Chloe's asshole.  Slowly the
third-grader squatted, wincing at the initial penetration but never
stopping until all four inches were packed inside her tight little
butthole. She then proceeded to ride me like a jockey, her face squinched
up in concentration, until I squirted my seed in her shitter.  After that
she turned around and sat on my face, and I ended up sucking out of her
everything I'd just spurted inside her (along with a small wet turd).

   I'm also still in touch with my friend Yolanda, and whenever she picks
up a new bi-curious boy toy (which seems to be every other month), she
gives me a call.  So even when Rodrigo isn't shoving his oversized schlong
up my ass, some other big-dicked stud is.  A couple of weeks ago, it was
this Chinese kid who, I swear, looked to be only about 15.  With his baby
face, long hair, wiry frame, and a dick way out of proportion to the rest
of his body, he resembled Yolanda's other playground pickups.  I'd always
been attracted to Asians but had never had the pleasure of being with one,
so I was excited.  But apparently I was nowhere near as excited as Peng,
whose name must mean "Energizer Bunny," because he kept going and going and
going.  By the time I left Yolanda's that day, he had pumped so much cum
down my throat and up my ass that I could feel it churning in my stomach
and leaking out of my anus.  It gave me a filthy feeling both inside and
out, so filthy that I prayed Yolanda would hang on to this kid for a while,
so I could experience that feeling a few times more!

   And, believe it or not, even Keon is back in the picture, though, when
he showed up on my doorstep, he begged me not to tell Jaquan.  It turned
out that the now ten-year-old missed being with me because sometimes he
wanted to be a top, but all Jaquan ever wanted was for him to be a bottom,
so he and I resumed our "practice" sessions.  I must say, with every
meeting he gets a little better at banging my booty and peeing in my mouth,
except the last time, that is, when he didn't pull out of my butt in time
and I ended up with an ass full of boy-piss.  (Though, now that I think
about it, he probably planned to do that all along :-)!)

   But I guess who you really want to know about is Demarco, if fulfilling
my fantasy with him was worth sacrificing our friendship.  Well, my answer
is yes and no.  It was definitely worth it because I treasure the memory of
that occasion.  When I looked in the mirror, after he left my house, and
saw the humongous mess he'd made on my face, I got horny all over again and
ended up jacking off at least three more times.  I also took a selfie to
forever preserve the image (as well as to share it with Yolanda).  After
that, before it dried up too much, I scooped his cum off my face and ate
it, one fingerful at a time, except for a tiny bit that I put in a vial and
began wearing around my neck as a permanent momento of our encounter.  So
nowadays if I ever have trouble getting it up, all I have to do is look at
that vial and I think about Demarco turning me into "a real pussy," and I'm
suddenly hard as a rock.

   On the other hand, I will always regret no longer having Demarco in my
life.  But the more I think about it, the more I realize that we didn't
really have a friendship at all.  Instead it was a classic codependency: He
was the sadist top who needed a wimp to brag about his sexual prowess and
conquests to, and I was the masochist bottom who needed a stud to adore and
feel inferior to.  So, in my mind, it was just a matter of that
codependency taking its next logical step.  Yeah, I'm sorry it had to
happen by way of Demarco getting drunk and finding out about me from his
coworker.  But if that hadn't happened, I'd still be a frustrated wimp
waiting for his macho bud to cum around.

   So tell me, if it had been you, which would YOU prefer to be: a
frustrated wimp or a real pussy?  Yeah, I thought so :-)!




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