“Don’t be selfish, baby. Don’t you dare make him come,” Vernon warned his wife. “Save that load of stud spunk for me!”
She grunted, which made her mouth vibrate around my cock, the sound seeming to express both assent and frustration.
“If you’re going to take over, man,” I told Vernon, “you’d better do it now. I’m just about to blow!”
He set the camcorder on the tripod. Looking through the viewfinder, he aimed the lens at the bed, adjusted the angle to his satisfaction, and then he tightened a knob to lock the camera in place. Quickly, he wriggled out of his undershorts, exposing a big boner.
He joined us on the bed. With obvious reluctance, Faye relinquished my dick, which was dripping with my saliva. She continued to finger her pussy while her husband got ready to take over the blow job.
“Uh, yeah, give me that cock!” Vernon insisted. “Give me that man meat! All of it! In my mouth! Down my throat! Choking me—!” Then, gasping, salivating, his whole body writhing, he went down on me.
I couldn’t believe it. He was even better than she was! One of the hottest cocksuckers who’d ever gone down on my prick! His mouth and throat vacuumed my prick. The bastard could have sucked the chrome off a car bumper!
“Suck!” I yelled, absolutely beside myself with lust. “Suck that cock!”
“Fuck his face, baby,” Faye encouraged me. “Oh, fuck his face! He likes it rough. He likes to be raped, orally, and he likes to have his throat gouged out by a big, hard cock. But above all, he likes to swallow cum. Come in his mouth! Give him your cum!”
Seeing no need to go easy on Vernon, or to spare him, I jackhammered my prick into his mouth and throat. I got really brutal with the guy. But, just as Faye had told me, he loved it! The more violently I fucked his face, the more aroused he became, until he had worked himself into a sexual frenzy which was fully the equal of mine. And Faye, lying there watching me abuse her husband orally, used her fingers to stir up a storm deep inside her pussy. Whimpering, moaning, squealing, she climaxed more than once—but each time, she kept right on going, stroking herself relentlessly toward yet another orgasm. I’d never seen a woman masturbate, and I found it fascinating. This threesome was turning into quite an education experience for me!
I held out for as long as I could, enjoying the delicious agony of having my penis mouth-loved so well. But Vernon was pushing me steadily, inexorably, toward the edge—and over it. My legs lifted from the bed and wrapped themselves around his shoulders. I was smothering the dude’s face between my thighs. My cock was jammed all the way inside his mouth, with the glans lodged firmly in the back of his throat. I felt my tortured fuck tool spasm. I was going to shoot!
“Oh, hell!” I roared. “I’m coming! Get ready! Get ready to take that cum! Oh, God, yeah—I’m going to shoot!”
“Give it to him,” Faye insisted. “Feed him your cum! Make him choke on it! Shoot it all in his mouth and down his throat, stud!” She let out a hoarse gasp. “I’m coming, too!” she cried. “Again!”
“Fucking hell—!” I heard myself groan. Then my ejaculated pulsed its way through my dick as I unloaded, in fierce high-velocity spurts.
Vernon made a sound somewhere between gargling and retching. His mouth and throat were filled with my semen, his lips dribbling the overflow from both of their corners when my jets of sperm came too fast for him to swallow. I felt my cum dripping down over my balls, and the wet sensation on my testicles only seemed to make me shoot more hot liquid into my cocksucker’s mouth.
“Um,” Vernon gloated, after he took his mouth off my spent dick. “Tasty!”
But I hadn’t earned my money yet. I’d just begun to be put to work!
We did more coke. I decided that I liked this kind of “snow!” The camcorder was still going, mounted on the tripod, recording every phase of our debauch.
Faye and Vernon got extremely amorous, and they made free with my body, so that I had two pairs of hands fondling me. But I didn’t hesitate to grope and explore them, in return. I couldn’t decide I enjoyed handling better—her ripe breasts, with their large stiff nipples, or his perky butt cheeks and the enticing cleft which split them, with its rosy anal pucker tucked away in there.
We played with one another for some time, until my cock regained its rigidity, and the swelling of my balls promised me that I should be able to come again—maybe more than once, at the rate we were going. Faye was horny, too, her skin flushed, her labia moist and twitching. As for Vernon, he hadn’t ejaculated yet, and he was like a fiery, ginger-haired, overly endowed satyr, his prick the epitome of priapism.
“Now fuck Faye,” he invited me. “Don’t make the poor girl wait any longer. No, wait—let me get her ready for you.”
He spread his wife’s legs and he dived down between them, burying his face in her groin and crushing his mouth down over her hot pussy, nuzzling the lips of the slit with his lips. And then his tongue, wet and warm and wriggling, stabbed out to pierce her snatch, licking the groove of flesh from top to bottom, and swiping over the little blade of her clit. He thrust not only his tongue, but his fingers, deep into her cunt, holding it open while he ate it. His stiffened, probing, seemingly tireless tongue entered her again and again, driving Faye insane with reawakened lust. She squirmed helplessly in her husband’s embrace, looking at me, interestingly enough, as she did so. She seemed interested in my reaction.
“Oh, I’m so wet and hot down there,” she moaned. “I’m getting so juiced up! I could let Vernon suck my pussy and lick my clit all night. But I need a cock in there, now. Come on, stud, he’s got me all warmed up for you. Get in there and screw me!”
Vernon lifted his head, his cheeks and chin glistening with Faye’s vaginal secretions, and he rolled away on the bed, making room for me to take his place.
“Look at her, stud,” Vernon told me. “She’s all juiced up. Got that hot, wet, sticky pussy juice just dripping out of her slit. Get in there and fuck her, boy. Screw her silly, Jason. You have my full possession to fuck the hell out of my wife. Bang her, boy, make her come! She wants it—she wants you. And I want to watch you take her. I want to see you pound her cunt and make her come.”
I was so wild with lust that I’d probably have been willing to screw anybody and anything, up to and including a knothole in the motel room’s knotty pine wall paneling!
And, mercifully, considering my acute state of priapism, there was nothing coy about Faye. When I knelt between her legs, she raised them and rested them on my shoulders. Her jeweled hand grabbed my dick and drew it toward her cunt. She literally stuffed my phallic sausage inside her body, forcing it deep into her seething pussy!
“We don’t need any artificial lube,” she informed me. “I’m wet enough! Okay, big boy, now that you’re in there, fuck me! Show us how much of a man you are. Come on, you yokel,” she taunted me, feverishly. “Start fucking, shitkicker! What’s the matter? Haven’t you ever had a woman before? Are you a fag?”
She was pissing me off again! I lost my temper, which was probably her intention, and I got a little rough with her.
“Bitch,” I growled. “I’ll show you who’s had a woman before!”
I fucked her. Her pussy felt different from a man’s ass—slicker somehow, more cloying as it grasped and held and pulsed around the shaft of my penis. Despite my relative lack of experience with female sex partners, I could tell right away that her vaginal muscles were very well-developed, indeed exceptionally so—responsive, and strong, at her voluntary command. They really did a number on my dick, squeezing and massaging and milking it, making me gasp and sweat and shudder as I lay on top of her. It wasn’t quite the same as a man’s anal muscles going to work on my cock—but it was almost as hot. Her vaginal depths spasmed around my shaft when, feeling more sure of myself, more comfortable with what I was doing, I cast off all my restraint and I began to jackhammer my fuck tool into her.
“Take that, you bitch,” I taunted her. “Feel that farm boy dick of mine plowing
up your pussy! Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“So good,” Faye gurgled. “Harder, stud. Oh, give it to me even harder, if you can! I love it! I love the way you’re fucking me, boy!”
“That’s right,” Vernon told me. “Fuck her, boy! Fuck her hard. Don’t worry, she won’t break. She likes it rough. Just like I do. Yeah, the dirty bitch loves it rough.” He’d taken the camcorder off the tripod, and he was moving around the sides of the bed, capturing the action from various angles, and frequently moving in to obtain a no doubt lurid and revealing closeup of my prick pounding his wife’s pussy. “Is he fucking you the way you like, Faye? Is he as good as it looks? Is he ringing your bell?”
“Fuck, yes!” she screamed, her voice startling shrill, echoing off the motel room’s walls and ceiling. “What a stud! What a fucker! Uh—there’s nothing queer about you, baby!” she told me. She was wrong about that, of course, but I accepted the compliment in the spirit in which it was intended. “No fag could screw me like this! Uh—he’s a real pussy pounder, Vernon!”
“So I see,” Vernon said. “Shit, this is hot to watch! This video is going to be something to see. Try a different angle, Jason. Get the whore on her hands and knees, and hump her from behind, doggy style. Faye likes that. But, then,” he added, with a droll little chuckle, “she likes everything! There’s nothing you can do to her she won’t enjoy. Go ahead. Have you way with her, anyway you want. Fuck my wife any damn way you can think of, no matter how dirty it is, if you think you’ll get off on it.”
I altered our positions and I fucked the woman in the way her husband had suggested. Screwing her from behind, jamming my groin against her lush ass cheeks, I reached under her body and I toyed with her cunt lips, her clit, her nipples. She squealed and shook as her body absorbed the repeated impact of my thrusts, deep into her pussy.
“Ah, shit!” she shrieked, shrilly, at one point in the proceedings. “Can one woman’s pussy—take so much—hard cock?” she gasped, punctuating the question with deep, desperate-sounding intakes of breath.
“I guess so,” her husband told her, cynically, callously. “Let’s face it, Faye. You’ve never had too much cock in there yet! Nothing you can’t handle.”
He wasn’t exactly going to win a prize for spousal gallantry. He seemed to enjoy the obscene spectacle of his wife’s promiscuity, her humiliation, the rough way in which I was possessing her. The dude almost seemed to want her to be punished via my prick!
There was a real perversity about the situation. Faye, obviously, had a high sex drive, and little or nothing in the way of inhibitions which might have kept her from fulfilling her desires. But Vernon struck me as a true connoisseur of sex. He seemed to get off as much, if not more, on seeing his wife being pleasured as he did from his own pleasure. His cock looked painfully hard, but, concentrating on his videoing, he didn’t touch it. He was able to stand aside and be objective—at least for a while.
“Think you can fuck me, Jason, the way you’re fucking Faye?” he asked me.
“At the risk of being called a ‘fag’ again,” I gasped, “I know damn well I can!”
“I want you to do that next,” he told me. “But first, though, you can practice on Faye. Pull your cock out of her cunt and shove it right up her ass. She likes being on the receiving end of anal as much as I do. Go on, ass fuck her. Get in there, through her back door.”
I did it. I was so aroused that I’d probably have done anything either of them suggested, no matter how disgusting or perverse. And, still annoyed with Faye for the cracks she’s made about my sexual orientation, I was happy to go on punishing her with my prick. I yanked my dick out of her pussy and I rammed it between her lush ass cheeks, through her sphincter, deep into her anus!
She screamed, but she obviously liked it. She threw her behind into high gear, pushing it back into my crotch, and rotating her pelvis like a stripper doing bumps and grinds. She was literally screwing herself on the impaling spike of my phallus, moving her anus around my shaft, once again using all of the internal muscles at her disposal to bear down on me, to grip and keep me trapped inside her.
“Fuck me!” she shrieked. “Oh, fuck my ass!”
“Fuck her!” Vernon shouted, shoving the lens of the camcorder toward the place where my cockshaft and Faye’s asshole ring were so obscenely conjoined.
“Fuck you, you bitch!” I insulted her. Fuck sure seemed to be the operative word!
“She’s got a nice hot ass, doesn’t she?” Vernon asked.
“Yeah, man—oh, yeah,” I moaned. “That’s some shitter she’s squeezing against my dick!”
“Finger my pussy, Jason—make me come,” Faye moaned. “Oh, come on, lover boy, get those fingers of yours in there deep! Work them around inside me. And my clit—oh, rub my clit, please!”
“I’ve probably got dirt and manure under my fingernails,” I taunted her. “Me being just a dumb, shit-kicking hick fag, and all.”
“I don’t care!” she insisted. “Oh, baby, you’re all man. Such a stud. Such a fucker. Fuck me, fuck my ass!” she kept demanding.
“Yeah, fuck her ass,” Vernon chimed in. “But don’t come in her ass, Jason. Save that spunk for me. I want you to fuck the shit out of me, stud, and I want you to breed and seed my horny butthole.”
“Well, goddamn you, dude, you’d better go ahead and spread your ass for me, then,” I swore, “because I’m ready to cornhole you!”
I ripped my dick out of Faye’s ass, which made her howl in protest at the abrupt evacuation. Vernon, with trembling hands, got the camcorder secured on top of the tripod again, and he aimed it at the bed. Then he launched himself forward, virtually springing off the floor as though it was a diving board, and hurtling himself onto the bed.
“Fuck me,” he demanded. “Fuck me! Get that big dick up my ass!”
My cock was still slick and slippery with Faye’s vaginal emissions. Eschewing any other lube, Vernon unceremoniously shoved me down, flat on my back on the mattress beside her. Squatting over my groin, he lowered his ass crack onto my upward jutting cock.
“Let me sit on it,” he begged, lewdly. “Shove it right up my hole and let me ride you. Yeah, cowboy—this is the kind of a ride I want!”
The guy was an animal! Once my dick was securely lodged, well up inside his rectum, he bounced and humped and writhed on top of me, forcing my erection to stab in and out of him so violently that I truly feared he might hurt himself.
“Oh, my God!” he gloated. “Big, hard, hot cock! In my ass! In my hole! Fucking me! Yeah, fucking the shit out of me! God, you’re hung! What a stud you are. Oh, I’m not going to be able to get enough of this cock. Don’t hold back, buddy. Just shove it in me. Just use my hole. Don’t be afraid to hurt me. Oh, I want to feel your dick, every inch of it, going up into me, reaming me out, really plowing and pounding me. Shit! Oh, shit!”
Faye, for her part, wasn’t idle as she lay beside us. With one hand, she teased and tormented the ripe, strawberry-like cones of her nipples. With the other, she stimulated her pussy, masturbating herself into a frenzy, while she watched our obscene same-sex coupling.
“Oh, yeah, he’s in you, isn’t he, darling? He’s in you all the way. Fucking you—fucking your ass,” she moaned. “And you just love it, don’t you, Vernon?”
“I do love it,” the married man swore, as he rode my dick.
“I ought to be jealous—but I’m too sexed up. Oh, fuck, I’m going to make myself come again, playing with myself, watching you two men fuck each other. Oh, my God! Yes—I’m coming! Fuck him, Jason, fuck him hard. Uh—I’m there, I’m coming, and it’s a really good one this time. So hot! Ah!”
Her busy fingers had whipped her pussy into a creamy froth.
But I couldn’t devote too much of my time and attention to monitoring her self-induced orgasm, no matter how dramatic it was. Vernon and I had some unfinished business to take care of.
“I’m going to shoot,” I warned him. “I’m going to come in your ass.”
“Do it!” he shouted. “Do it, oh, come in my ass, big boy! Breed me, you stud! Seed me! Fill me up with your frigging goddamn sperm!”
I did just that.
Chapter Six: Boys’ Night Out
Underneath his veneer of urban sophistication, Vernon Sinclair was a sex pig, and really kind of sleazy. But I have to admit—he was no cheapskate. Before I left the motel room that night, he gave me not just the hundred and fifty bucks we’d agreed upon, but a total of two hundred.
He laughed when he saw the surprised look on my face.
“Don’t sell yourself short,” he advised me. “I’m used to paying hustlers two or three hundred, or more, in the city. And you’re as good as any of them. You ought to think of moving there and going into business, full time. God knows Faye and I would hire you on a regular basis.”
The next morning, the Sinclairs were gone. I imagined that, when they got back home, they’d regale their swinger friends with the story about the big-dicked hick stud they’d shared—complete, of course, with an audio-visual aid!
I had a Saturday night off work coming up. I decided to spend part of my windfall to throw a party at the farmhouse for some of my fuck buddies. This was going to be a sex party, of course. An orgy. A gangbang!
With the money I’d earned from the Sinclairs, I stocked up on food and booze. I didn’t want my guests to mess up my own bed with a lot of sweat and cum. So I opened up and aired out one of the other bedrooms, on the second floor of the house. This, I’d decided, would be the “orgy room.” Accordingly, I removed the old bed frame. I placed its mattress, along with three others taken from the other bedrooms, down on the floor, positioning them together to form, in essence, one large bed.
I “borrowed” sheets and pillowcases from the motel. After the party, I could sneak the soiled bed linens back into the laundry, and no one would be the wiser.
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