Gay Dads- All His Son's Friends

by Fantasia Moan

  It was obvious he wanted to grope one of my breasts by the look in his eyes but nice men don’t do that in public. I leaned toward him over the table, pushing my breasts against my arm. “Do you want a preview?”

  His eyes widened. I smiled at him, teasing him by tracing my finger down my chest. He hesitated, then nodded.

  Ten minutes later we had a key to a room at the Motel 6 next door. He was unsure of himself – nice men would be. I took off my clothes slowly, letting him take in my curves. I got down to my bra and panties, then pushed myself up against him. “Fuck me,” I said in his ear as I reached down to find the soft bulge in his pants.

  He pushed me onto the bed, letting his instincts take over. For the next twenty minutes he had fucked every one of my holes hard and fast. If this was any indication of what was to come, I knew I’d picked the right group. I left after him, taking my time to get ready. I left with the address and time of the party recorded in my Blackberry.

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  Chapter Two

  Finally, the day had come. I left my afternoon open and spent five hours getting ready for the night. I got a manicure, pedicure, and a wax. My whole body was smooth and perfumed. I never pampered myself like this. It felt nice. Too bad I’d be covered in cum by the end of the night. A kind friend applied a washable tramp stamp to the small of my back. She didn’t ask questions. I looked at myself in the mirror before heading out. My nude reflection stared back at me, entirely different than my normal self. I looked like I was ready to get seriously destroyed.

  I got some clothes at an adult superstore online. I bought a really cheap looking hot pink bra with a matching thong, an equally bright pink dress that barely covered my breasts. It was just long enough to cover the bottom of my bum cheeks. If I bent over too far, my entire sex would be exposed. As if all that weren’t trashy enough, I got a pair of hot pink fishnet tights and clear six inch heels. My disguise was complete.

  David called from room 205 at Embassy Suites wanting to know if eight was too many. I told him that was fine. I thought about the experience to come. Eight cocks poking at me, sixteen hands grabbing at me, and sixteen eyes watching me. The thought made my sex pulse hungrily.

  By the time I got to the hotel, I already started to sweat, my wetness dripping in anticipation. I parked near a side entrance and quickly made my way to the elevator to avoid judgmental glances seen by anyone. Room 205 was right near the elevator on the second floor. I had waited so long for this and now it was happening so fast. Maybe other women would have had second thoughts if they were in my shoes, and who could blame them? But I was sure of my decision. I couldn’t turn back. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

  A large black man opened it and looked me up and down. “You Ryanna?” he asked.

  I nodded. I came inside; the door closed and locked behind me. The room was filled with men. The table was covered in chips and empty beer bottles. The NASCAR race was on but was turned off when they noticed my arrival. I looked into the bedroom and saw a tripod with a camera. There was even a studio light. On the floor next to it was a bowl full of condoms and a pump bottle of lubricant.

  A couple of the men stood up but made no motion toward me. All of the men seemed frozen as if they didn't know what to do. The tension was thick as tar. The men clearly didn’t know what to do. I'd had threesomes before so I imagined I knew more than them, but it was never anything like this. Something had to be done to break the tension. I decided it was up to me. I set my purse down next to the TV and moved in front of the black man who let me in.

  I pressed against him and put my hand on his chest, looking into his eyes. “What's your name?”

  “Tyrone,” he said, smiling down at me.

  I moved my hand down to his sweatpants, finding the bulge of his flaccid beneath the fabric. He backed up half a step but I didn't move my hand away from his pants. Instead, I lowered myself to a crouch, balancing on my big heels. I knew the view the men had behind me. My hot pink dress was tight over my firm behind. One wrong move and I’d expose myself before the fun even started. Still, I knew they would be straining to catch the slightest view of my sex; the thought of it caused a deep longing inside me.

  I put my hands on Tyrone’s thighs as I ran my mouth over his bulge through his pants, teasing it to life. He groaned and leaned forward, pushing his hips toward my mouth. I moved both my hands to his waistband and pulled his pants and boxers down to free his growing cock. It bounced obscenely in my face. I needed it in my mouth.

  I squatted there in front of him, hungrily taking in his huge member as it bobbed in front of me. Eager to play with it, I reached up and grasped it in my hand. It was more than two palms in length and so big around I couldn’t close my hand around it. With my other hand, I pulled him toward me so that his balls smacked into my face. I took one of them in my mouth and played with it, sucking it lightly.

  “She's gonna poke her fucking eye out,” someone said. Laughter filled the room. The tension lessened.

  I put the other one in my mouth and sucked them both, rolling them around with my tongue. I made my way up his shaft and slowly worked his enormous head into my mouth. He put his hands on the back of my head and started pushing his way in. I had never swallowed a cock this big. His head alone filled up my entire mouth. I changed my stance and my breathing, loosening my throat so he could slide more of it into me. He worked his way in until my nose was buried in his pubic hair.

  Tyrone pulled my head back by my hair, forcing me to look at his face with my mouth full of his cock, he said, “You want more dick, bitch?”

  I grunted yes and nodded my head as he began to extract his cock. I was so turned on by the fact this man understood the part I wanted to play.

  He inched his dick down my throat one more time and held my head for a few moments, gagging me in the process. “Choke on it, bitch,” Tyrone said softly as I gagged a little more.

  I could hear belts and zippers being undone. Tyrone buried himself into my throat for a third time; I sensed the breathing of the silent but watchful men behind me change. No doubt they were touching themselves. Once more, I completely swallowed Tyrone and took in the heady aroma of his groin as I buried my nose in his pubes.

  He pushed me off his member and moved a piece of my hair out of my eyes. I stood up slowly, arching my back to give the others a good view, kissing my way up Tyrone's body as I did so. I gave Tyrone a deep kiss before turning around to face the rest of the men. All but one was stroking himself. I was still in control, but soon I’d lose that.

  I walked over to the one who sat with his hands folded on his lap. He looked to be the oldest in the group with a wedding ring on his finger. The poor man was trying very hard not to look terrified. I sat in his lap and put my arms around his neck.

  “What’s your name?”

  “Bo,” he said. His voice cracked.

  “Do you want to fuck me, Bo?” I kissed his cheek.

  He didn’t answer. He cleared his throat, adjusting his position. I took his hand and guided it to my breast. After a moment, he’d gained enough confidence to hold onto it tightly.

  “Bo hasn't had any in so long he don't know what to do with it,” someone said.

  “Fuck you, Larry!”

  As if to prove Larry wrong, Bo shifted me around so I was straddling him. He gripped my breasts as I slowly gyrated in his lap. His tanned hands against the fabric of my dress caused me to catch my breath. After a few moments, my nipples were so hard they hurt as they rubbed against my dress.

  I stood up to let Bo get a full view of my body. I touched my breasts over my dress. I swayed as I did, dancing to nothing. I inched the straps of my dress down over my shoulders. He watched me with wide eyes and unbending focus. I pulled the top of my dress down, exposing my lacy bra and ample cleavage. My nipples poked through the flimsy fabric. The more I danced, the more Bo’s bulge grew.

  I moved back to him, straddling him with my legs wide open, wiggling slowly over his crotch. H
is eyes were locked on my breasts; his hands instinctively moved over my thighs up to my back. Unable to find the hook there, he quickly moved to the front and with shaking fingers popped open my bra.

  My breasts bounced out of the thin fabric. He lowered his head to bury himself in my cleavage. I wiggled out of my bra and put it around the back of his neck to pull him into me, arching my back to push my chest into his face. The other men egged him. His confidence grew. He started to lick my hard nipples and squeeze my breasts together. I felt his member grow in his pants. I leaned back and put my palms on his knees, putting my head back so my back arched. My chest pointed up in the air while I rubbed my wet sex into his bulge.

  I completely gave myself over to Bo’s touch. The feeling of his hard zipper rubbing on my sex brought me to the edge. I’d always been lucky in that regard. It doesn’t take much for me to reach my orgasm. I could even cum from nipple stimulation, a rarity for most women. But Bo’s tongue against my skin was bringing me close to one of these strange, wonderful orgasms. Bo seemed to know what I needed, so he sat up in his chair and pulled my nipples hard as I squirmed. Suddenly, my chest felt like it was on fire. I moaned loudly, letting the quick orgasm flow over me. The men cheered as my first orgasm wiped away the last bit of awkwardness in the room.

  Still dizzy from the sensation, they moved me to the couch. I got on my knees between the legs of the first man and began to greedily suck at his cock. He pulled his pants down a little to give me better access. For a moment, I buried my face into his fuzzy groin and breathed him in. His cock fit in my mouth perfectly. As I took him fully in my mouth, another man got behind me and pulled my dress up over my ass. Flashes and snaps of camera went off to capture my now exposed sex. Fingers started prodding at my wet lips. The touches were light, but sent shivers over my skin. I sucked on his cock until he handed me off to the man sitting next to him. I treated his twitching cock with the same hunger as the first.

  I barely noticed that they stood me up, stripped me down to fishnets and heels, and led me into the bedroom. They sat me on the corner of the bed so I was facing the camera with my legs wide open. They laid me down so my feet were still on the floor. Three men climbed on the bed and shook their hard cocks in my face. Another man got between my legs, pushed them wide apart, and stroked my clit.

  I took one of them in my mouth, then another. I took the third in my hand. The man between my legs began licking my lips. I heard the men talking and laughing as they switched off and took turns with my mouth.

  Men came and went at my throbbing sex. Each one fucked me in his own way. Most went at it hard and fast, quickly cumming from the sight of me taking in so many cocks. Some took their time, making sure I reached at least one orgasm from their thrusts. At one point, Tyrone worked his enormous cock into me. I felt it stretch my already loosened opening. He wasted no time pounding into me. It pulled me away from the dicks in my face, forcing me center all my attention on his massive cock ripping me in two.

  He lifted my legs up as one of the men set my head on his lap so I could watch Tyrone fuck me. Tyrone held the back of my legs by my calves and spread me wide open so everyone could watch him stretch me open. I could feel his big balls bouncing against my skin. The sound of it made me moan.

  I watched the ripples of his muscles as he rammed himself again and again into my tight hole. I watched his dark hands gripping my legs, my feet bouncing in the air as he fucked me. He was grunting like a bull in heat. The force of our bodies slamming against each other forced the air out of my lungs with each thrust. His eyes moved back and forth from my bouncing breasts to my engorged sex gripping greedily at his shaft.

  He leaned forward and pulled my ass up off the bed. Tyrone slammed into me harder, the new position giving him even deeper access. My lower legs bounced over his arms. I struggled to breathe as the pain of each thrust tore at me. He pounded into me again and again until I couldn't hold on any longer. The pressure released into a long orgasm that made me scream in pleasure. I grabbed at his arms with wild animal lust.

  “Fuck me, fuck me, yes, yes, yes, harder.”

  My pussy tightened around on his huge cock. The orgasm rocked me so deeply I thought I might lose consciousness. I fought for air, but I didn't want it to stop.

  “Rip my little pussy open.”

  He slammed me even harder, even faster. Sweat dripped down his chest onto my belly. Again and again the onslaught continued. Unbelievably, his cock grew even bigger. Suddenly, his pace slowed and he stiffened. He pulled out of me, ripped off the condom, and came onto my stomach. I reached down between my legs and rubbed the hot liquid all over my skin.

  Satisfied, Tyrone backed out from my tingling pink legs. But I was their whore, and I wanted more. I flipped over on my hands and knees so they could fuck me from behind. Wasting no time, another man knelt between my legs, grabbed two handfuls of ass and buried his dick in my pussy. A second man knelt in front of me, ramming his thick cock into my mouth, balls slapping my chin with each thrust.

  The room smelled of sex and sweat. The sounds of ragged breathing, moaning, and skin slapping skin filled my ears. There was little talking, but when they did speak it was to tell me what a dirty slut I was for wanting so much cock.

  The nameless man fucking my face didn't take long to shoot his load down my throat. He was quickly replaced by another man. He lay in front of me, gently grasped my head and began to thrust his hard member into my willing mouth.

  A new man had also taken his place at my holes. By now, my pussy was destroyed. I felt my ass cheeks being spread apart and the pressure of a thick head pressing my asshole. He hesitated.

  “How bad do you want it, little slut?” he asked.

  I grunted into the dick in my face, lowered my shoulders, pushed my ass in the air and pressed downward with my muscles to force my asshole to open up. My body felt like it moved on its own, craving whatever pleasure they had in store for my tight asshole. He inched his way in. The exquisite pain of being stretched open made me throw my head back and cry out.

  “Yes, fuck my little asshole. Fuck my ass. I want it so bad.” I whined with pathetic animal lust as he pushed all the way into me, then began to slowly move in and out. He quickened his pace. His dick felt like a huge red hot poker being shoved up my ass. I gasped and grunted wildly against the cock in my mouth.

  I lost all sense of the room. My entire mind focused on the huge cock splitting me open. Every sensation was amplified. His fingers dug into my ass cheeks, pulling me apart so he could watch himself bury his cock into my asshole. His balls slapped hard against my pussy with each thrust.

  After a few minutes, a wildly intense orgasm moved through my body. I convulsed so hard that my knees came out from under me and I collapsed on the bed. There was no mercy. No rest. The man fucking my asshole shifted position with me and continued to ram his cock into me until he was ready to cum. I was so overwhelmed by my own orgasm that I was only vaguely aware of him pulling out to cum on my ass.

  A man lying next to me on the bed reached over and pulled me on top of him. I crouched up on my heels and guided his dick up into my asshole with shaking hands. With my hands on his chest for balance I began to bounce up and down on his huge, hard cock.

  “Take it, bitch,” someone said.

  “Fuck his dick with your slutty asshole.”

  The man under me was grunting and grabbing at chest. I thought about all the eyes watching my cum-covered ass bobbing up and down on his throbbing cock. Now and again, someone would slap my ass and say something nasty. I was the definition of a fuck slut. A whore. The man I was fucking started fingering my sex. The room spun as I came again to the cheers of the men.

  My ass tightened around the condom-covered dick filling it, causing the dick to stiffen and blow. Within only seconds of that man shooting his load up my ass I was pulled off him and flipped over on my back. Two men were kneeling on either side of me, jacking off over my body. I watched first one cock, then the other, licking my lips w
ith anticipation, eager for my prize to be released all over me.

  The first to blow shot right into eye. Before he was done unloading on my face, the next load splashed against my breasts. The third man shot his load all over my navel. A fourth grunted as a pearl of white gathered inside his hole for what seemed an eternity. I reached out and fondled his balls. He rewarded me with the most enormous load I have ever seen shoot from a single cock. He shot it cleanly onto my waiting tongue.

  By then, most of the men had gone back to watch TV and drink beer. They left me there alone on the bed. I lay there for quite a while, too used up to move. I found myself drifting off to sleep.

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  Chapter Three

  When I woke, the cum was crusted on my skin and the muscles in my groin were sore. I was still in a post sex haze but my bladder was about to explode. I stumbled to the bathroom. Directly across from the toilet was a large sheet mirror that reflected a rather embarrassing sight. My mascara ran down my cheeks and my lipstick was smeared all over. My matted hair was one sticky mess of sweat and cum. I needed a shower.