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Sex Bully - Part 2. (MM, forced, oral)
by Qwert (someone@some.com)
(c) 1996
***
I awoke the in the morning naked on the floor. The muscles in my
cheeks were in anguish and my lips felt as though they were swollen.
Jerry had unleashed his humungous dick on my mouth the night before.
His orgasm was the most powerful and horrifying thing I had ever
witnessed. I had met this man the night before and a few hours later,
I was sucking his cock like a whore. I felt like less of a man myself
for it.
As I got up, carpet fibers tore from the floor, stuck to my face by
globs of Jerry's sperm, dried to my face like glue. I found more of it
matting my hair together. I could feel it in the creases of my face
and neck. Last night, I had felt at one point that he was like an
animal marking off territory in my mouth with his sperm. Taking the
analogy a step further, he must now own me from the massive amount of
his cum that I wore.
This brought me to the frightening realization that I had failed to
make him cum in under 15 minutes and as a result he would return to
butt fuck me! I couldn't imagine taking his giant cock up the ass and
not suffering physical damage. I had to avoid him at all costs!
Luckily, it was Saturday and I didn't have to go to work with my jaw
all out of joint. My cheek muscles still ached and my tongue was still
numb from spending the night licking "Master", the name he had made me
call his huge rod. As unbelievably smooth as that cock was, it's
bulging veins had wore at my tongue and lips like stone. I would have
thought my tongue was too numb to taste if not for the fact that I
could still taste his pungent cum in my mouth. The whole room smelled
of it. It was a thick, enticing smell. An odor of sex and pleasure.
But the pleasure had been all his.
After a shower, I locked the door, pulled the drapes closed, and
slept for most of the day. When I did anything, I was as quiet as
possible. I felt as though disaster was hanging overhead, waiting to
fall upon me. I kept watching the door. I feared that, at any moment,
he may burst through to mercilessly rape me. I was frightened.
At some point during the day, I began to play with my dick. I
remembered how I had tried to cum against the bed the night before as
I sucked on Jerry's cock. I had worked my dick on the mattress as
vigorously as I had worked his dick. Had he not slid me off and onto
my knees, I might have had an orgasm myself. I had never tried to get
off with anything other than my hand before and the idea seemed
intriguing. I decided to try it again.
I returned to the position I had been in last night, laying across
the bed with my dick against the edge of the mattress. I rubbed my
cock around for a while, feeling the itch build up slowly. Then as my
urge became stronger, I began working at it with more intent. It felt
good. My eyes were closed and I clawed the sheets for leverage. I
stablized with my arms to keep my gyrating hips from bouncing me off
the bed. I could now grind into the bed with my crotch with more
control. Soon I was jabbing the bed faster and harder. My hips pumped
the bed furiously in and out, up and down, left and right. My senses
began to dull around the edges and I knew I would soon cum. Without
warning, a thought came into my head. "This is how Jerry would want
you." My fear sent a shock of adrenaline through me. Suddenly that
familiar feeling came over me and I gasped as I shot my wad and every
nerve in my body skewed into an orgasm. I could feel the warm cum
stain on the bed growing in size as I smeared it everywhere. I was
reminded of how Jerry had smeared his sperm in my face and how
powerful his orgasm had been as I humped the bed in euphoria. I
wondered if, in that moment, he had imagined standing behind me with
his greasy dick sliding in and out of me and my ass gyrating for him
as it was now. Even in my sexual stupor, images of him holding me down
with his giant dick reaming me savagly played invaded my thoughts. The
pain would be excruciating, of this I was sure. These last visions
chased the orgasmic haze from my mind. I climbed onto the bed and
savored what pleasure was left as I thought about my predicament.
Had I not been so desperate for money last night, I wouldn't have
had this problem. What the hell had I been thinking? And how could I
have succumbed to his "payment" so easily? Granted, the fact that he
said he was just out of jail and his physical superiority over me had
made me afraid to cross him. And I really had thought I could stand my
cock up against his more respectably, thus winning our initial bet. It
was a confusing series of events, even for I who had been there.
So I decided to just try and avoid the situation by hiding from
Jerry. The rest of the evening was very boring. I didn't turn on the
TV for fear of it being heard. Same with the stereo. I tried to read
but couldn't keep the feelings of shame and humiliation from
distracting me. One of the worse things was the fact that he had paid
me for sucking him off, like I had given him good service. A tip for a
job well done. I didn't want to be good at giving head. But hadn't I
wanted to be last night? Hadn't I wanted the money last night? I
called myself degrading names. Cock sucker. Cum boy. I couldn't
remember how I could have possibly rationalized the night before. I
just felt dirty.
It was a good thing I had slept so much during the day because after
nightfall I was to edgy to even think of sleeping. I expected Jerry to
come to my door or window at any moment. I jumped at every creak and
rustle. Everytime someone came in the front door, I froze.
Then, finally, it was 10:00 and the manager locked the front door.
You could still open it from the inside, but no one from outside could
open it without a key. I still feared someone might let him in or that
he might come to the window, however. My heart pounded and I shook
nervously. I waited there in the dark for ann eternity before I
dropped off to sleep.
I woke up the next day refreshed. My hopes that he would never
return grew. I was still in hiding, but a bit more at ease.
I allowed myself to watch TV that day (volume at a minimum). I even
went out and got something to eat with Jerry's money. But as it got
dark I sat in front of the door and listened in the dark. I was still
apprehensive, but was a bit easier on myself. I had been duped. Learn
from it and move on.
At 10:00, I heard the manager lock the front door and mentally
breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe he really was gone. I decided to
cease my vigil and go to bed. Tomorrow, after all, was a work day.
Just as I was getting up came the knock on the door. Startled, I
nearly fell. I froze, in fear. Again, a knock. I shook with cold
sweat, watching the doorknob jiggle. Thank God I had locked it!
"Ned, let me in." It was Jerry.
Trembling, but gaining my composure, I crept silently back from the
door. Even though I was wearing socks and standing on carpet, each
step sounded to me like a loud crash.
Another knock. How did he get into the building with the front door
locked?
"Are you there?"
I didn't breathe. I felt dizzy with fear.
Finally, I heard him leave. He walked down the hall and out the
door. I didn't move for a few moments. With a quivering sigh, I began
to calm down. How had he gotten in? He must have been in his friend's
room down the hall when the manager locked up. What if he had told his
friend about our "liason"? Nothing would be more degrading. I went to
bed and eventually slept.
I spent the next few days in much the same as the weekend except
that I was at work during the day. This helped keep my mind off things
a bit. Jerry came around again on Wednesday. Again, I hid in the dark
and he left. I hoped that he would eventually stop coming around.
I had started looking for somewhere else to live. I didn't have any
more choices than I had had when I first moved to this area. I was
stil limited by price and distance to work. I tried looking a bit
farther than I had originally, but everything was too expensive for
me. I was stuck for now.
Friday rolled around and when I got home, I prepared for another
weekend of hiding. As it was payday, I cashed my check and did some
shopping before I went home. Just some junk chips, cookies and sodas.
I didn't have a fridge, but was used to warm sodas by now. I also got
a new book so I'd have something to do in my isolation. It was already
dark by the time I got home.
I went in and put my "groceries" away before going to take a shower
in the community bathroom. There were three shower stalls and three
toilets in "closets". You might as well have called them closets
because that's exactly what they seemed like, walk in closets with a
lock on the door and a toilet.
There was a shelf there to put your clothes on and hooks under it to
hang your towel on while you showered. I put my things there, drew the
curtain, and took my shower. You also had to bring your own soap and
shampoo. No extras in this fine establishment.
I hurriedly took my shower before the hot water ran out. I also
wanted to get back to my room to "dig in" for the night. I had been
thinking about a way to hang a blanket so that a person outside the
window (namely Jerry) couldn't see that the TV was on. Maybe then my
time wouldn't be so dismal.
I grabbed my towel and dried off. When I reached for my clothes I
found, to my suprise, that they weren't there. Just then, a familiar
voice asked "Are you looking for these?"
It was Jerry, holding my clothes. I was speechless. I just stood
there as he looked at me with disdain.
Jerry broke the silence. "I've been looking for you. But you know
that, don't you."
"Huh?", I managed.
"I'll be in your room" he said, getting the key from the pocket of
my pants as he turned towards the door. "I'll take your clothes with
me", he continued, "You won't need them for a while."
After watched him leave, I cursed myself for what would come next.
I wore the towel back to the room. The door was unlocked. He was
sitting in the chair when I got in.
"Where have you been all week?" he asked.
"I've just been busy" I replied, trying to act casual. I sat on the
bed and looked around the room at nothing in particular.
"Well, you're going to be busy now", he said. I looked at him.
"This is the third time I had to came here this week. I figure I get
to do you three times"
"WHAT?"
"Hey, man, that's the breaks. You're late, you pay interest."
"We never said anything about that!" I was outraged.
"Well, that's the way it works. You play ball, or I find some other
way to settle this"
He glared at me. I could see he was serious. I didn't want to know
how else we could "settle this".
"I know you've been hiding in here", he told me. "That's what you
get."
This was ludicrous. He was dictating demands to me like a prisoner.
Did he really intend to "do me" three times? Would I survive ONE time?
"How am I supposed to know when you're going to come over?" I asked.
"You don't", he answered. "You have to be ready whenever. Oh, you
can take off that towel now, too."
I was at a loss. I didn't know what to do. I removed the towel as I
sat there. He leaned back in the chair and took off his jacket.
"You got a nice ass", he remarked, now beginning to smile. "You got
an ass like a girl."
I said nothing. How do you respond to such a thing?
As he took off his shoes, he asked "How did you like swallowing my
cum? Did it turn you on?"
"No"
"I'll bet it DID. You sucked me dry!"
I watched as he removed his pants and let his dick swing free. It
looked as big as ever.
He flicked off the light and walked over before me. When my eyes
grew accustomed to the dark, the first thing I saw was his cock
wobbling around in front of me at eye level. I looked up to him.
"How do you want it?", he asked, "on your back or doggie style?"
A sudden realization came over me. "Aren't you going to use Vasoline
or something?"
"Why, do you have some?"
"No, don't you?"
"Naw, man. We don't use it in the jail."
It was going to be utterly impossible for me to do this without some
sort of lubricant. I didn't know this from experience, by any stretch.
Between his huge cock and my virgin ass, it was pure physics and plain
common sense that told me it couldn't be done. I wouldn't! He'd have
to beat me senseless to do this dry.
"I won't do it", I screeched as I drew away from him, "Not without
Vasoline!"
"What?!?! Hey, fuck you! We didn't say anything about no Vasoline!"
"We didn't say anything about "interest", either!"
Jerry looked at me for a moment. I was pissed, scared, defiant, all
at once.
He was mad, too. After a moment, Jerry said "Then you're going to
blow me and you'll owe me FOUR ass fucks!"
This was ridiculous! He was arbitrarily making up the "rules".
"Bullshit! We'll just wait until next time and use Vasoline!"
Jerry moved closer. I shied away.
"Look, I understand the vasoline thing, I'll give you that one. But
you punked out on me twice already and now it's three times! Now, I
came here to cum and if it's not in your ass, you owe me another!"
Once again, I was speechless. I looked at him towering over me as I
was sprawled across the bed from retreating. He meant business.
"You'll only fuck me with vasoline?"
"Yeah."
"You supply it?"
He paused. "Sure."
"If I'm going to give you a blowjob again, I should get some kind of
"credit" for it. Can't that count for a buttfuck?"
He thought for a moment, seeming to calm down a bit.
"Tell you what," he offered, "we'll make another bet."
Another bet. That's how I'd gotten into this mess to begin with.
"What" I asked, curious as to his idea.
He paused for a moment as though working out the details in his
mind.
"Double or nothing. You suck me off and then jerk yourself off with
my dick in you mouth. You get 25 minutes. If you do it, we're even.
Otherwise, I butt fuck you SIX times!"
How perverse was this guy? Jack off with his dick in my mouth? What
was that? And SIX shots to the ass? I'd never walk again!
On the other hand, if I could match my previous "record" of 17
minutes, I knew I could get myself off on under eight. What the hell
was I doing?
I was grasping for freedom. "Okay."
As I agreed, I felt not that I was betting with him, but submitting
to him.
"Or how about this", he interjected, "if you lose, I get you five
times. If you win, I fuck you once?"
I thought for a moment. With the new deal, I got fucked either way,
but less if I lost. He just wanted to make sure he got my ass either
way. Was I going to win? Yes. I think. Maybe. Shit!
"Let's just stick with the original plan", I replied.
Jerry chuckled. "I see. You WANT the six times. I told you my dick
was irresistable."
I ignored him as I prepared for my ordeal. My mouth and jaw had only
recently gotten back to normal. At least this time I didn't have to
try to deep throat him.
It was still early in the evening. 6:20 pm.
"What time do we start", I asked.
He looked at the clock. "6:25" was the reply.
I wasn't as nervous this time, but once again, I was anxious.
"How will we do it?"
"I'll lay on the bed normal", he answered as he climbed into the
bed. "And keep your hands where I know where they're at, so I know you
don't start jacking yourself off before I cum."
The foot of the bed was against the north wall of the room. He
bunched my blanket into a cushion of sorts and leaned against it in a
reclined position. I was in the same position at the head of the bed,
leaning against the west wall.
I remained like this and waited. There was plenty of time before I
had to prostrate myself before him. He shifted around and made himself
comfortable, then he raised his knees up and closed his legs, showing
only his ball sack to me.
He was quieter than last time. By 6:23 he had made no more comments.
This seemed unusual.
He also was watching the clock. At 6:24 he announced "Almost time."
Damn, I thought, I won't be able to see the clock again. It would be
off to my right and behind me as I sucked on him. I was sure that when
he had given the five minute warning last time, it was well past that
time.
I brought myself up to a kneel at the head of the bed, facing him
but still watching the clock. After a moment, it was time to begin. I
sunk onto all fours and moved towards Jerry as he was spreading his
legs. I saw his cock, not hard, but laying limply on his stomach.
He flashed a small grin and said "Go ahead."
This guy doesn't miss a trick, I thought. I would have to burn some
time getting him hard.
I paused for just a moment before lowering myself into his lap.
I held his dick in my hand for a moment. Even soft, it was about 5
inches long. Pointing it towards me, I enveloped it. I was able to
take it into my mouth up to the root, now that he was flaccid. I
extended my arms in front of me, under his legs and along his sides,
and rested my chin above his balls as I turned my attention to making
Jerry hard. The hairs on his scrotum brushed my neck, and his pubes
tickled my nose. All I smelled was sweaty, musky crotch. As
humiliating as the commencement of last week's blow job had felt, it
felt even more degrading to begin trying to get him up.
It was a totally different feeling to have his soft, fleshy dick in
my mouth. As I swirled my tongue around on it, it moved around lazily
as if it had a life of it's own. The skin was elastic and smooth, very
conducive to being lubricated by saliva. Aside from the shame of what
I was doing, it was very sensually stimulating to feel it in my mouth.
I leaned a bit to one side and grabbed it at the base. Even soft, it
felt to be as thick around as mine was when hard. I began trying to
suck on it as opposed to sloshing it in my mouth. It was difficult to
suck the soft dick, it's elasticity made it hard to form an air tight
seal on it. I'd try to bob my head up and down on it, only to stretch
it, causing it to slip out with an embarassing slurping sound and a
dull "pop". But eventually it began firming up.
Having his dick grow erect in my mouth was an odd feeling. It was
slowly thickening and gently forcing me to bend my head back from his
crotch or else I choke on it. I had to raise onto my elbows to
accomodate the growth. Soon it reached the immense proportions that I
remembered.
With step one complete, I worked at step two; getting him off. I
tried to make up for lost time right away. I ran my tongue, well
salivated, along the bottom of his shaft, from bottom to top, pausing
for special attention under the tip. I grabbed the tops of his thighs
as I began taking him in slow, deep, deliberate stokes onto my mouth,
licking him lavishly as I bobbed up and down. He began responding to
my efforts slightly. He was moving his hips around a bit below me.
Every once in a while, he let out a low moan that sounded like a cross
between pleasure and sleeping. I looked up at him and he had his eyes
closed. I was suprised he wasn't looking at me and taunting me. He
would have seemed civil if not for the fact that he was making me suck
his dick. Civil or not, he didn't seem interested.
At this rate I was sure I'd lose again. I actually felt bad, like I
was doing an inadequate job. Here I was trying to make him cum, and he
seemed oblivious. I had to arouse him. I began sucking a bit more
intensly, a little deeper. Not too much more, though. I was trying to
pace myself.
I still didn't get much response out of him. He could be asleep for
all I knew. He hadn't said a word. Where was the evil asshole who had
made lewd comments to me last time? I had to try harder to please him,
to literally save my ass. I had no idea how to do this. I decided to
pretend to be more interested in his pleasure.
"Jerry..." I whispered breathlessly. I felt like a fool.
"Yeah?" came the reply.
"How can I make it better?"
He didn't answer right away. I returned to licking his cock. After a
while, he responded.
"You're only sucking it to suck it. I want you to suck it like you
WANT it."
What he wanted was for me to act like a slut in heat. The problem
was that I didn't really want it. I had never thought or fantasized
about men or dicks or anything like this, although I'd never been a
raving gay basher or anything, either. I mean, I'd paricipated in the
odd "you're a fag" type joke in high school, but deep inside never
thought that homosexual love was immoral or anything. Just someone
else's "cup of tea". I had always been pretty much ambivalent about
such things. I suppose that, excluding any social or emotional bias
and based purely on the physical sensations of it, sucking on Jerry's
dick wasn't unpleasant. He hadn't tried to force or humiliate me
tonight like before. And, due to the fact that I didn't want to lose
our bet again and find this beast up my ass, I DID want him to cum. I
would also be "allowed" to jack off when this was over with, so in a
way, I had THAT to look forward to. Couldn't I just pretend to want
him, for self preservation?
I don't know how long I pondered this, but I sucked on his rod all
the while. Eventually, I had convinced myself to let go and give his
cock any passion I could muster, before I found myself wriggling on
the end of it. I emptied my mind and imagined that I wanted this more
than anything.
I began a deliver wild, uninhibited service to Jerry's dick. I let
myself go. I savored the size and texture of his rod, it's taste and
smell. It was kind of good looking for a cock, I told myself. I licked
and sucked him deeply. To please his marvelous meat, I tried every
kinky fellacio variant I could think of. I squeezed him tightly with
my lips as they slid down his shaft and convinced myself of how good
it tasted. I stroked him with my hand while I sucked for all my worth.
I continued the hand job as I disengaged my mouth from him to suckle
his balls and lick the crease of his leg and groin. In my frenzy, I
was turning myself on. I returned to the head and was giving it loud,
wet kisses. I realized I was moaning with desire. This seemed to
illicit a stronger response in him. He was now moving his hips
rhythmically with me, coming up to meet my face as I devoured him. I
heard him gasp. I began sliding my mouth up and down his cock sideways
like a dog carrying a stick, spit dripping all along it's length. I
moved down his shaft in this way until I was sucking on the ridge on
the underside of it, just above his balls, as I jerked him off by
hand. I was so intent on my work, I found my hips moving in and out as
well. I also noticed that I had a hard on. I instinctively reached for
it. Jerry noticed and muttered "You can go for it, but you'll lose the
bet." I remembered this and returned my hands to his hips.
I returned to giving him conventional head. I tried to deep throat
him, but could only get about half way. He did, however, let out a
deep sigh of pleasure. I started going down on him in deep, tight
lipped strokes. He liked it. I grabbed him at the base to better
control my attempts to devour him. Slowly, his hands crept to the back
of my head and he began urging me to deeper attempts. I found myself
trying desperately to take him to the hilt. Jerry was now thrusting in
earnest, which aroused me more. Then came a revelation that both
thrilled and shocked me. The fact that I was giving him pleasure
excited me. I was enjoying his reactions. I found that I was sucking
on him not to win a bet, but to make him cum; to give him pleasure.
This, in turn was giving me pleasure.
What had happened to me? I actually wanted to give him head!
I was gasping with desire and undulating erotically, waiting
anxiously for his sperm to shoot into my mouth. My free hand caressed
his hips, his stomach, his thighs. I slid both arms under his legs and
along side of him then brought them up onto his stomach to regain my
grip on his tool. He then slid his legs down onto my shoulders,
effectivly trapping my face in his groin and upon his cock. One after
the other, he hooked both of my knees with either foot and spread my
legs wide. The tip of my dick brushed the bed and send a jolt through
me. I slammed down instantly, working my dick around on the sheets. He
then cupped his feet on my ass cheeks and began slamming my hips down
as his shoved pecker up into my mouth. Each time my dick banged the
bed, it sent a wave of pleasure through me at the same moment his dick
was thrust up into me. I whimpered loudly with impatience for release.
Moments later, he broke his silence.
"Fuck yeah", he hissed.
I don't know why that turned me on, but I began to whine in throaty
gasps as I made uninhibited love to his cock. He began repeating "Oh,
yeah. Oh, yeah". I tasted pre cum and I quivered.
Still holding my head, Jerry untangled his legs from me and raised
up onto his knees. I got back up onto all fours, but then dropped my
ass down to where my balls rested on the sheet. He was now twisting
his hips as he thrust them into my face. His dick coated every inch of
the inside of my mouth with samplings of his precum. This time, I
found the taste of his cum not offensive, but like an aphrodisiac.
He had stopped going for the back of my throat and went only to the
back of my tongue, where I could easily accomodate him. I clamped my
lips as tightly as I could around him. He increased the speed of his
stabs to a jack hammer rate. More and more, I tasted his cum oozing
into my mouth a drop at a time. Finally, with a loud "Oh, shit!", he
came. His load filled my mouth as he kept pumping and making
unintelligible sounds. I swallowed his cum as best I could with his
dick still prodding my face. He swivelled his hips around causing the
giant cock to enter and exit from all angles as it massaged the inside
of my mouth. Drops of cum and spit dribbled down my chin and coated my
lips. I licked and slurped at it frantically, not wanting to lose a
drop.
As before, he removed his dick from my mouth and began wiping it on
my face, saliva and sperm painting me as he smeared his groin on me
slowly. He groaned occasionally as I licked and sucked at anything
that came in contact with my mouth. Shaft, stomach, balls, anything.
He bent forward slightly, cupping my face deep in his groin, and
rutted on me endlessly. Finally, when I could feel he was getting soft
again, he pulled my head back and popped himself back into my mouth.
"Your turn" he said briskly. I had nearly forgotten I still had work
to do. He stood and turned my body, holding my head clamped to his
groin with his cock in my mouth, so that my back was to the wall. I
fumbled with my own cock, already erect and ready. He took a stepped
forward over me until my head was bent back and against the wall. I
had his dick in my mouth and was looking straight up it's length.
Jerry was looking down at me with the lecherous look back on his face.
"Stroke that pencil, cocksucker." he commanded with a chuckle.
I closed my eyes and began pounding my meat. I could feel his cock
still pulsating and throbbing. I was soon bucking my hips as my hand
worked my shaft. Occasionally small amounts of his sperm dripped into
my mouth, renewing the taste which permeated my mouth. This actually
spurred my own efforts to cum.
My hand worked briskly, I could already feel a haze forming around
my senses. I found myself still working Jerry's dick with my lips and
tongue. I would never have dreamed I would find such a thing
pleasurable. With my free hand, I gripped his shaft for stability and
to yank it farther into my mouth. Jerry obliged me by spreading his
legs to lower his body. His huge shaft slid deeper into me as he did
so. I let out an audible sigh of relief as the massive head sank
farther into me. I could feel it thickening once again in my mouth.I
started sucking on it as before. I also began jerking myself off like
crazy.
"You like sucking it, huh", he whispered arrogantly.
His comment turned me on. I felt my heart jump. "Mmm hmm" I snorted
in agreement. I could hardly believe that not long ago, I was avoiding
him like the plague. Now I was eagerly feasting on his dick.
My cock was almost to the point of no return.
"Or do you just like my dick in general?"
All I could do was sigh as a wave of excitement fell over me.
He began rotating his hips again, causing his dick to enter and exit
me slowly from unpredictable angles. I was thrusting my own hips
eagerly also and sucking for all I was worth. I felt the warm itch of
an orgasm growing in my cock.
"Do you want me to cum again?", he hissed.
Sexual haze was beginning to fall upon my senses. I nodded to him
furiously. I looked up at him, my eyes half lidded in pleasure. With a
sneer, he held my head tightly attached to his rod and stepped back
off the bed, dragging me forward. I would have been on all fours if I
wasn't still pounding my meat. He rested his knees against the side of
the bed so that my head, smoking him wildly, hung a bit lower than the
top of the bed. My ass was was high in the air facing the wall,
thrusting in and out while I slammed my pecker.
"Spread your legs", he commanded.
I did so without hesitation. This caused my back to arch severely,
accentuating my already curvy ass. I was ready to cum and the whole
thing felt so erotic.
His hips were slamming towards my at a steady pace, driving his dick
in and out of me with vigor. The smoothness of his head on my tongue
felt wonderous. I began twitching in anticipation of my rapidly
arriving orgasm.
Suddenly, he took one of his hands from the back of my head and
clamped it firmly into the crevice of my ass, palming one cheek. The
unexpected sensation on that least often stimulated part of my body
sent me reeling into orgasm. I let out a scream, muffled by the giant
beast in my mouth. He was tugging my ass as he thrust his dick deeper
into me. I quivered in ecstasy as I shot my wad onto the sheets. My
legs went numb. All I was aware of was the incessant yanking on my ass
bringing Jerry's cock deeper into my mouth. He then gripped my other
ass cheek with his other hand. I know I made unintelligible whimpering
sounds as I writhed in orgasm with his thick dick pumping my face. I
heard him grunting also and felt him speed up his thrusts. I felt his
index finger playing with the soft flesh of my anus as he once again
delivered hot sperm into my mouth. Still in the thrall of orgasm, it
was delicious. I wanted more. I lapped at it like I was dying of
thirst.
He continued to pump my face and brazenly feel up my ass for I don't
know how long. All I know is I lost the bet by 5 minutes.
"You know you're getting fucked, right?" he asked, still moving his
shaft in and out of my mouth.
"Mmm hmm", I acknowledged. At the moment I didn't care. I was still
savoring the erotic remnants of orgasm and the taste of his cum in my
mouth.
"I'm coming over tomorrow. You better be here."
I removed his dick from my mouth. "Ok", I muttered.
He continued to caress, pinch, and squeeze my ass. "Damn, you have a
girls ass. I'm gonna be all up IN that shit!"
I pulled away and layed back on the bed. The orgasm was fading and
my normal senses began to return. "What the fuck did I DO?" I asked
myself. I felt ashamed and sick.
Luckily, Jerry got dressed quickly as before. He was getting ready
to leave.
"Gotta go", he said as he zipped up his pants. "I have to go buy
some vasoline!"
He laughed.
I was in a daze. Had that really happened? Did I turn into a dick
sucking slut for him? I layed there in disbelief.
"Thanks for the freebie" he taunted. I heard him chuckling as he
walked down the hall.
What had made me agree to blow him again? I couldn't help it. I had
WANTED it! It had felt and tasted good at the time, but now...
"Now", I thought, "I really AM fucked."
THE END