My hand flew off my prick and onto my bike seat. I clutched the padded black leather, ready to spring aboard and fly away into the night.
But as I took a step forward in prelude to mounting, my cock bobbed like a big white pulsing beacon, my legs held fast by my skinned-down shorts. And I realized I wasn’t riding off anywhere; I was walking across the street, over to that sexy threesome in progress. It was time for this sexually starved and charged cycling voyeur to come in out of the cold, and face the heat hood-on.
I shuffled right across the roadway without looking back, my eyes fastened on the two smiling, wet-mouthed women, that spearing, gleaming cock that had first flagged me down on my twilight travels. My own dick led the way, poling out in front of me. Until I was over on the sidewalk, at the mouth of the alley.
“You want a piece of this?” the guy said, grinning at me. The women gazed at my outthrust cock and smiled, too, their eyes and lips glistening.
“S-sure,” I stammered, my heart thumping in my chest and the blood pounding in my prick. There was a first time for everything. You can’t ride for ever, without getting down off your bike and into the action, eventually.
“Name’s Jeff. That’s Eve and Angie,” he said, gesturing at the blonde and ginger babes respectively.
“Reece,” I replied, being a polite pervert, as well.
“Come on, there’s plenty for all of us,” Eve said, grabbing onto my cock and pulling me down to my knees next to her.
Jeff gripped his slick dick at the shaved base and thrust the bulbous tip in my face, right into my open mouth. I didn’t even have a chance to protest, before the guy’s cock was filling my mouth to the back of my throat. Eve grasped my head, and Jeff’s balls, pumped my head back and forth to the pace of Jeff’s re-thrusting hips.
Just like that – I was sucking a man’s cock. For the first time in my sexual life.
Sure, maybe I’d been curious, watching my fair share of gay porn on the computer lately, along with the regular stuff, as my marital sex life had dimmed and flickered out. But, boom! There it was, just like that – another man’s cock in my mouth, me sucking on another man’s cock. It was wilder than any twisting and turning and sheer drop-off mountain bike trail.
I felt a hand on my own cock, stroking. Angie, I think. I felt lips press up against my cheek, a tongue lick my neck. Eve, I’m pretty sure. Jeff’s big cock surged back and forth in my mouth, and I bobbed my head in rhythm, lips sealed to bloated shaft and tongue stroking veiny underside, mouth sucking. My cheeks ballooned and billowed. I breathed hard out of my nose. I gripped the guy’s hips and vacced tight and wet and torrid, taking to it like a lad letting loose without the training wheels for the first time.
Eve sucked Jeff’s cock, then Angie. Then it was my turn again, my gaping empty mouth filling happily with all that meat. I suctioned as powerfully and urgently as the two women, Jeff feeding my crazy carnal cravings with strong pumps of his hips. We went round and round. I kissed Eve, frenched with the woman. She pulled on my cock, caressed it. I swallowed up Jeff’s shaven sac and tugged on it, as she blew his dick.
Then I was up on my feet, standing next to the man, my body blazing with heat and my head spinning like those wheels on my bike in top gear. Eve sucked up my cock almost whole, bobbed her head to and fro, basting and vaccing my prick. As Angie licked and then sucked Jeff’s slathered meat, Jeff turned to me and pressed his lips against my lips. I pressed right back, then parted my lips to allow the man’s long, wet tongue to slide into my mouth and tangle with my own.
He was a good-looking stud, I guess. But, more than that, the whole situation was just so crackling with sensual electricity. Anything went, out on the darkened city streets at night. Women openly blowing men, men kissing and frenching and fondling, sucking each other off. Why the hell had I ridden by so many times in the past without stopping!?
The night was alive. I was part of it. Jeff and I went down to our knees on the cobblestones, the women getting their backs up against the brick wall. Eve hiked up her dress and I parted her juicy pink pussy lips with my fingers and plunged my tongue into her moist pink tunnel.
She screamed and writhed against the wall, squeezing her flopped-out tits. I reached up and gripped a breast, kneaded the thick, heavy flesh, jabbing my tongue in and out of her heated cunt. She thrust her blonde-matted mound into my face. I ate her out like I’d sucked Jeff’s cock – with no brakes on my sexual appetite and freewheeling.
Jeff fisted my cock, as he ate out Angie’s cunt. Then we shifted positions, and I licked Angie’s ginger sweet slit, lapping deep into her gleaming pink pussy. I pulled on Jeff’s prick, my hand gliding smooth and damp along his iron-hard shaft and over his mushroomed hood.
There was no stopping us now. The street was deserted. But even if it’d been teeming with people, watching us wantonly fuck, I don’t think we would’ve slowed down. I know I wouldn’t have. I wanted, needed to take a man’s cock up my ass for the first time in my life. And Jeff’s dick was just my ticket to ride.
Eve stretched out on her back on some cardboard. I kneed in between her upraised legs and slotted my shimmering cock into her upraised pussy. Angie straddled the woman’s head, facing me. And as I fucked Eve, and Eve gripped Angie’s ass and lapped that woman’s pussy, and Angie and I swirled our tongues together, Jeff squatted in behind me and parted my cheeks with his lubed cock and bulged my ass ring with his cap. Then he plowed his hood and all of his shaft right into my chute, stuffing my anus, shooting me full of amazing sensations I’d never felt before.
We moved together, Jeff fucking my ass, me fucking Eve’s pussy, Eve tonguing Angie’s cunt. Jeff wrapped his arms around me and bit into my neck, his thighs slapping rhythmically against my quivering butt cheeks, his engorged cock churning my seared and stretched butt tunnel. It was too much, had gone on too long, gone too far all the way.
Jeff grunted in my ear, then jerked in behind me as he thrust, and I felt his hot semen spurt into my ass and felt mine spray out of my cock into Eve’s pussy. I was wracked by orgasm at both ends, jolted repeatedly by a joy my mind and body could barely comprehend. Eve shuddered around my jerking and jetting cock, her breasts jumping. Angie shrieked in my face, bouncing up and down on Eve’s face.
I don’t even remember riding home that night.
But I have remembered to stop and smell the sex on my nightly cycling excursions now, getting down off my bike and getting down and off with the other oversexed men and women lusting for love after lights-out. I’ve never been in better shape, physically and sexually. Ride on!
To Serve My Mistress
Robert, Phoenix
My life changed dramatically a couple of years ago (to be precise, it was the day before Mother’s Day – ironic, I know) when Jean’s boyfriend came over and spent the evening with her. She had already gone off the pill by that time, and it was his (Charles’s) intention to have unprotected sex with her for the entire evening. What he basically hoped to accomplish was simple and to the point. He wanted to make my wife pregnant with his fertile seed. She’d attempted to prepare me for the event. But, I’d been too sexually excited at the thought of a black man impregnating my wife to listen completely.
This is what happened.
It was early Saturday evening when Jean was in the final preparations for her night of lovemaking.
She was sitting on the edge of her king-sized bed, rolling a black nylon stocking seductively down her right leg. She threw me a quick glance that had an exciting gleam of mischief in it.
I was kneeling on the thick carpet a few feet away, enjoying the show she was putting on. My wife knew how sexually excited I got whenever she wore nylons. It was one of my weaknesses, and if I hadn’t had a plastic chastity device on, my penis would have been standing straight out like a flagpole.
Well, maybe a small flagpole.
As Jean fastened the garter tabs of her black laced corset to the dark stocking tops, she looked at me and smiled wickedly.
> “Are you nervous, Robert?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said. “What time do you think Charles will be here?”
She looked at the clock on the dresser bureau and said, “Ten minutes.”
Jean then eased her feet into a pair of black high-heeled shoes that were sitting on the floor next to her bed.
My eyes followed her every movement as she stepped casually over to where I was kneeling. She had no panties on . . . only the corset, stockings and high heels. Her dyed blonde hair was brushed and cascaded down around her bare shoulders. Her make-up was light and expertly applied with her full, sensuous lips painted red.
In other words, Jean was beautiful to behold.
Stopping several inches from me, the light-brown hairs of her pubis were within kissing distance of my lips. She placed her hand on my head and pulled me into her crotch.
“Kiss my cunt,” she said.
I did so with the utmost devotion.
She sighed with obvious pleasure as I gradually pushed the tip of my tongue between the folds of her labia and licked at her clitoris.
“I should take the quirt and whip you,” she said, keeping my face pressed tightly against her freshly bathed body. “But you would like that, wouldn’t you, slave?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I said.
“How do you feel about Charles making me pregnant tonight?”
“I’m excited.”
“You understand that I will get pregnant?” she asked. “My body is primed for it, and the seed of a black man is extremely potent. Plus, when Charles comes, he doesn’t ejaculate a teaspoon of semen. No, it’s more like two or three tablespoons.”
“I realize that.”
“He intends to have a number of orgasms inside of me. If that doesn’t produce a child, I don’t know what will.”
I knew how heavy the loads of her boyfriend were. The first time they’d had sex with each other, she brought home one of his condoms with the end tied off into a knot. It was the extra large size and was filled to the halfway mark with his sticky semen. Jean had giggled to herself as she made me swallow the contents and then wear the condom on my tongue for the rest of the night.
“Charles and I are going to give you the opportunity to clean up the mess between my legs after we finish fucking. That will be the only chance you’ll have of keeping me from having his baby.”
“My tongue’s not long enough to get it all,” I said.
“Then I guess you’ll be sitting at home in a few months, tending to the baby while he and I go out partying.”
Pulling away from me, Jean walked over to the closet, opened the accordion doors, and took out an elegant black silk robe. She put it on and tied the ends of the belt into a neat little bow. Then, making her way across the bedroom to the cedar chest at the end of her bed, she raised the lid and took out a black leather head mask that fitted down over my face and locked in place so it couldn’t be removed. There was a leather blindfold with it that was snapped over the eyes. The last thing she removed was a pair of steel handcuffs. By the time Charles arrived a few minutes later, the leather mask was tight around my face with its heavy collar locked. The blindfold was snapped in place on the front of it so I couldn’t see, and my hands were cuffed behind my back.
I was helpless . . . a slave at his wife’s mercy.
I could hear Charles and Jean talking as she answered the front door and led him up the flight of stairs to the second floor of our house. He must have said something funny because she started laughing. Once they were inside the bedroom, my wife’s boyfriend stepped over to where I was kneeling. I could sense him staring down at me in silence and utter deliberation.
Finally—
“From now on,” Charles said to my wife, “your husband is going to be my slave. He’ll do whatever I command, as will you.”
“Yes, Master,” Jean said.
“And what about you?” he said to me. “Are you ready to serve a superior black male as a slave?”
“Yes, Master,” I answered.
“You’ll do whatever I command without question?”
“Yes.”
“You like the idea of your wife becoming pregnant with my seed?”
I nodded.
“I want to hear you say it, slave.”
“Yes, Master,” I said. “My wife belongs to you. You may do whatever you desire with her. She’s your slave to use sexually. We are your slaves, Master, and we’ll serve you with total obedience.”
“I like that,” Charles said. “I now have my own white slaves to fuck whenever I want.”
Neither Jean nor I said anything.
“Take off your robe,” he said to her. “I want you to lie down on the bed with your legs spread apart, woman. I want you ready for my cock.”
While Jean did as ordered, I listened to Charles take off his clothes. He tossed them over onto the Barcalounger. When he unbuckled his belt and pulled the zipper down, I felt a shiver of excitement. It only took a minute or two before he was standing in front of me again, but this time with his hand resting on the back of my head.
“Open your mouth, slave,” he said.
I knew what was coming and opened my mouth nice and wide to accommodate his massive hard-on. A few seconds later, Charles placed the head of his long, thick cock to my lips, rubbing the semen-dripping organ around the top and bottom of them, coating the outside of my mouth with his slippery cum. He then eased the head between my lips and pushed it into my mouth. I tried not to gag over the hugeness of his sexual organ and the scent of muskiness surrounding it.
“Suck it, slave,” Charles commanded. “Work your mouth back and forth. Get me prepared to fuck your wife.”
I did as my Master ordered and took as much of his cock down my throat as was humanly possible. My head moved back and forth with a steady rhythm, and I applied a heavy dose of suction to the piece of meat between my lips. He must’ve liked the way I was performing oral sex because he unconsciously sighed with pleasure as his erection grew longer and thicker.
Grabbing my head with both hands, Charles began to fuck my mouth faster, driving his organ into my orifice as if he wanted to choke me with it.
“I could come in your mouth right now, slave,” he said in a near whisper. “I can tell you like sucking my cock. Does it excite you as much as it does me, having a black Master standing before you with his erection filling your mouth?”
I nodded.
“I thought so. Don’t worry. I’m a believer in equal opportunity. Once I’ve knocked up your wife, you’re going to have to dress up like a pretty lady and be on your knees every night with my cock in your mouth. And when I come, you will swallow every drop. I’m going to turn you into my bitch with your mouth and ass.”
What Charles was saying didn’t turn me off. Just the contrary. I found myself sexually turned on at the thought of becoming a woman and having to serve my Master in whatever way he desired. I secretly wanted to wear panties and stockings and red lipstick and to be forced to suck a large black cock.
“Now,” he continued, “I have to fill your wife with my seed. She can’t wait to be carrying my child inside her womb. She told me how much you wanted that to happen . . . how hard you got at the thought of her being fucked and knocked up by a black man.”
Charles pulled his cock out of my mouth, leaving a long stream of pre-semen fluid hanging from my lower lip. I listened to him walk over to the bed and climb on top of it. A moment later, he was between Jean’s legs, entering her pussy without any resistance. I heard her moan with pleasure as he filled her to completion. Then, I could hear the sound of his balls slapping against my wife’s vulva as he started thrusting deeply into her moist cunt.
Her moans grew faster and became more intensified as he fucked her in a way I’d never be able to. Whoever said an extra inch made all the difference in the world to a woman wasn’t kidding. Two to three extra inches would drive a woman crazy in a matter of seconds, hitting her G-spot with each powerful stroke, causin
g her to unconsciously pull her legs back toward her head so he could fill her in the way it was meant to be.
All three of us were aware of that poignant fact.
My wife’s lover fucked her for a few more minutes, bringing her to an earth-shattering orgasm before finally emptying himself into her body with a low, deep groan of exertion. It sounded almost painful to me. Still, I could tell he flooded her with thick, sticky cum. There was probably so much of it that the stuff would start running out of her the moment he withdrew his deflating penis and laid down beside her,
“Get up here, slave,” Jean said, sounding somewhat winded.
Even with my hands cuffed behind my back, I managed to rise up onto my legs and to make my way around to the left side of her bed.
Remember, I couldn’t see a damn thing.
Not knowing what else to do, I sat down on the edge of the bed and waited.
Jean took hold of my left shoulder and guided my head quickly between her legs. It was an awkward position to be in. I couldn’t get any support with my hands cuffed the way they were. I lay on my chest and stomach with my leather-covered face pressed into the junction of Jean’s body. She centered my mouth right over her cunt and ordered me to start licking.
I heard Charles laugh as my tongue encountered a heavy flow of semen running from between my wife’s labia. The scent of his cum reminded me of the smell of bleach. The taste wasn’t much better.
“You’d better get it all if you don’t want me to get pregnant,” she said, laughing.
I pushed my tongue further into her battered vagina and gradually lapped up most of the load that filled her. I gagged more than once as I ate it.
“Get me off,” she commanded.
I slipped my tongue out of her and started flicking the tip of it against her clitoris. Her hands grabbed the back of my head and held me in place. She wanted to make sure I didn’t move.
In less than a minute, Jean had her cunt pressed tightly to my mouth as she moaned, grinding herself against my eager, moving tongue.
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