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Marks

By: BloodWhore2003



I try to not be a violent person. Growing up in a very violent home it’s hard sometimes, especially it seems during sex. It didn’t used to be, before I met him. I was basically a good partner, I didn’t really make noise, but I moved, and from what I understand that is a hard quality to find in a woman. At first it was normal, nice, sex, and then he told me things that he wanted to do, or try, and everything changed from there. 

The big thing with him was being controlled, he really liked it, and he wanted to be face fucked, tied down, hit, whatever he was all right with it, as long as he got to be submissive. I played with the idea at first, I didn’t have any intention of doing it, I didn’t want to be violent, and then we started to date, on January second at 1:37 Am, he asked me to be his girl friend, I was ecstatically happy. It was like I couldn’t stop smiling, and laughing. 

Later that day I have no idea what happened to me, I was like an animal, all I could think about was making him mine in some way, and even though he was my boy friend I wanted it to be deeper than that. I still can’t explain what I wanted, but I wanted everything, and nothing, I had never felt that way about anybody in my life. So there we were in bed, a warm blanket over us, his arms around me, and I was happy, safe, and just plain tired. 

When I woke up, an hour before I had to leave, I thought my eyes were going to bleed from lack of sleep, but I needed to wake up for the drive to work. He woke up, and I remember the feeling of wanting, I wanted him in me, I wanted to feel his body cover mine, I wanted to wrap my legs around him, and watch his faces. When he knelt between my legs to undo my jeans, I practically ripped them off myself, he threw off his boxers and began to finger me, I was already wet, ready, and more than willing. He always did that to me, no touching needed and I was good to go. He pushed himself in me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, are movements were slow and deep at first, things that he usually did that went too deep and hurt weren’t deep enough. I couldn’t feel enough of him, and he’s not at all little, I threw my hair back and forth getting my hair out of my eyes, and looked up at him, his eyes were closed, and he had a look of pleasure on his face that made me even wetter, if that was possible. 

I grabbed his ass and dug my nails into it, and then I ran them up and down his back I leaned forward and bit him on the shoulder, not at all gently, digging in my teeth and almost growling. I embraced him with lips, teeth, tongue, legs, fingers and nails, everything I could to get him to move deeper, harder. 

Every time I bit him he would go wild, and then resume his pace of more shallow, fast thrust. I didn’t even want to bother with those even though they felt fine, I wanted him in me deep and fast, and so I bit him again. This time instead of going wild and then stopping rather quickly, he went wild and grabbed my hair forcing my head to the side and bit my neck. I bucked under him like a woman who hadn’t been able to breathe before, and this movement was air. Moaning and pulling him down, I bit him again he made little sounds which I couldn’t distinguish from either pleasure or pain, and I didn’t care which they were either, all I wanted was noises and mating. I raked my hands threw his hair and then pushed his head down into my breasts; he sucked on my tits like a man insane from it all. 

I wrapped my legs around his waist, and angled my back, forcing him even deeper into me, I could feel him hitting walls, and cervix, and he still wasn’t deep enough, I needed more. I pushed my nails into his ass again pulling him forward towards my mouth, and grabbed his shoulder in between my teeth, ravaging his skin, following painful bites with soft kisses and wet tongue, I continued on to his lips where I was no more gentle. Kissing him I pushed my tongue into his mouth, tasting the flavor that was him, familiar and yet new. 

Looking up at him a feral child looking at her mate, eyes and hair wild, teeth marking a path of territory on his skin, I could see the same look mirrored in his eyes. My erratic patterns became in sync with his, deep thrust met hard pushes, faster and faster we went. I would grab his hair and force his neck to the side to bit on his neck, shoulder, and arm, then my lips wandered finding a new home on the base of his chest. I licked and bit and sucked at nipples, erect things that made him moan, and wince.

I still went back to his shoulders, a simple thing really that can be called primal, a she cat biting the shoulder of her mate. And I felt ever inch like a she cat mating with her male, I could hear him making those sounds that drove me to the brink every time, I could feel his hot flesh and his sweat on my skin. I could smell the sex that was ours, and the candle that was over in the corner. I could see him his face a mix of pleasure and pain, both inseparable, and I was incapable of trying to separate anything. My mind was dulled to all things advanced; I was a primitive beast knowing only the feel of her mate inside her, and the way to hold him there with teeth and legs. I was wild and free, drinking all this madness in I smiled a hunter’s smile, I looked at his shoulder looking for a spot to bit, and all I could see were purple bruises, red bite marks, and teeth imprints, from neck to mid upper arm, I moan, mine, looking up at him I was complete, loving the one who was in me I grabbed his thigh and dragged him into oblivion with me. 

And then later when I could remember what it was to talk, and how to understand what was said to me, I had him again, only this time with a control word, he couldn’t have been happier.

Mark's Accident



The fall Mark was eighteen, he was out biking with his friends. It was a twenty miler, and on the way back, on a hilly downgrade, one of his chums lost it just in front of Mark, who couldn't avoid the downed bike and went tumbling over it on his own machine. 

He woke up in the emergency room, hurting like hell. Someone stuck a needle in his arm and everything went dark. When he woke up again, there was a stranger in his room. She said, "Hi, honey, how are you feeling? You've been out for twenty-four hours. You have a concussion and a bad cut on your forehead. But nothing else is broken. The doctor says you are very lucky because the EMT's scraped you off the pavement only inches from a post that would have broken your neck."

She looked at him anxiously. "Can you hear me? Do you understand what I am saying?"

His dark brown eyes with the long eyelashes stared at her unblinking. He said nothing. No part of his body moved. His head was covered with a large white bandage.

The doctor entered behind her and she jumped up, "He's not talking! Is there something wrong with his brain?" 

The doctor put a hand on her shoulder. "He's been in an induced coma because we are worried about intracranial bleeding. His vitals, as you can see on that screen, are close to normal. There may be some bleeding but we do not see any signs of it yet. He is likely to have temporary amnesia after a fall like that. Your son is alive and doing well so far. You must be patient about his brain function. It may come back fast, or it may come back slowly. We will know more in several days. Please visit him twice a day, but don't spend all your time here. You have your own life to lead, and as long as he sees you daily, hears your voice, has you holding his hand, that will be best for him."

The doctor's voice sounded reassuring, but Deborah Collins was not reassured. Mark was her only child. After loving Mark's father and having him disappear back to Spain after impregnating her, and then divorcing the man who couldn't fill Mark's father's shoes, Debbie idolized the only male in her life, who hugged her every day and told her life was fine. Suddenly life wasn't fine for Mark and she was at a total loss about what to do. She trailed out of the room and called her boss, saying she would be at work after lunch.

The next several days proceeded as the doctor had predicted. Mark's body was recovering. His drips were removed, and the nurses helped him stand and walk to the bathroom. His appetite returned. But early every morning when Debbie appeared before going to work, Mark still stared silently at her showing no signs of recognition and uttering no words to her or to any of the medical staff.

On the fourth morning, the doctor appeared with another person and introduced her as the staff psychologist, Ms. Anderson, who said, "I know you are concerned, but patients with Mark's type of injury frequently do not regain speech for a while, sometimes a month or more. Physically, he is ready to go home from the hospital. His doctor and I were wondering if you would like him to come home. There are all the familiar things of his life there, and his mental recovery may be accelerated if he returns to that environment. For the first few days, I can arrange a day nurse to make sure someone is always there to help if needed."

On his second day back at home, Mark got out of bed, pulled on his workout shorts and went down to the gym in the basement. Sheila, the nurse in training who was looking after him, and had made a quick run to the store, searched with increasing anxiety for ten minutes before finding him working out. He was sweating and his muscled body gleamed. She tingled and thought that in other circumstances he might be a nice date, even if four years younger than she was.

He gestured for her to take off her uniform and join him on the apparatus. She said, "Mark, I can't work out with you in my underwear! I'd get fired in a minute if anyone found out."

He motioned to her to stay where she was and returned in a few minutes with workout clothes from his mother's closet. 

She looked at him and smiled. "You are the strangest patient I have ever had. The handsomest too." She unbuttoned the uniform and asked, "Would you mind turning around?" He did and she got into the workout bra and shorts. They started a round of the stations. Soon, she was dripping herself and gasping for breath. Mark was doing every exercise with ease. Finally, she said, "Enough, you are lots better at this than I am, even after that nasty fall. Lead me to the shower."

He took them to the big shower with multiple nozzles in his mother's bedroom. He unselfconsciously stripped down and looked at her, his eyes implying they were going to shower together. She stared at him, smiled, and took off the sweaty workout clothes. She knew she had a fine body that he would appreciate. He got several of the nozzles going and she followed him behind the glass wall into the open shower. He held out the shampoo bottle and she ducked to get her hair wet before he squirted the fragrant liquid on her head. His hands were gentle but thorough. She'd never had a guy shampoo her hair before. She'd never been in a giant shower with a man before, especially one with a bandage still on his head, but a big cock between his legs that was nudging her ass.

As she ducked her head under the water again, his hands soaped her boobs and slipped down to her crotch. She jumped and said in his ear, "Hey, no fooling around. You've got me all hot, but I can't get into any sex with you."

He pinched her nipple, kissed her ear, and left her to finish alone.

When she had got back into her work uniform, she found him changing his bed sheets and fixing up the room so it didn't look like a hospital.

They foraged for lunch together in the kitchen. Fruit, some tuna salad, and a chocolate chip cookie. He held her hand and she kissed his cheek.

He went in the other room and came back with a pencil and pad. His words appeared slowly at first, then more rapidly.

"I couldn't remember anything that first day, not even my mother's name. I didn't talk because I didn't want to make a fool of myself. I've tried talking the last two days when you aren't here and it sounds terrible. All jumbled together. Will it come back?"

She had her arm around his shoulder and was reading as he wrote. She said, "Mark, give it some more time. Do everything you would normally do and don't worry about not talking."

He turned and she smiled at him. He pulled her head down and kissed her gently on the lips. She hesitated and then kissed him back. She asked, "Is that part of being normal?"

He nodded vigorously and then wrote, "I would like to go back to school, but will they let me if I don't talk? Maybe you can ask my teacher?" He wrote her name and phone number down on the paper.

She was having really warm thoughts about this handsome teenager with the big cut on his forehead and a partly scrambled brain. "Why don't I find out if she will come over after school and we can both see what she says. I have a few more days left on this nursing cycle, and I wouldn't mind spending them taking care of you." 

He looked at her, nodded his head, and squeezed her waist to his side.

His teacher, Ms. Stuart, was at the door at four-thirty. She wasn't long out of ed school, and matched up well with Sheila. She said, "Please call me Nancy. I'm so relieved that Mark is going to be ok after that terrible accident. His classmates were really upset when they first heard he was in the hospital."

She walked over to Mark and gave him an enthusiastic hug. "That bandage looks terrible, but the rest of you seems fine." She looked at him for an answer.

Sheila responded, "We wanted to talk to you about Mark coming back to school. His body is almost back to normal, but he has a speech problem and can't talk yet. He says the temporary amnesia is gone and he thinks he can do schoolwork, if you can allow him not to speak for a few more days."

Nancy looked at Mark, "Really, you can understand everything but you can't talk?"

He nodded and shook his head sadly.

His eyes lit up and he disappeared, coming back with a mobile phone of his mothers. "What are your tweet addressees," he wrote.

They pulled out their phones and suddenly lines of tweet were filling their screens. "OMG, he can't talk but he tweets!"

Sheila and Nancy collapsed on the sofa next to each other, laughing and giggling. Mark disappeared and came back with gin and tonics.

This set off a new wave of giggles. "OMG, he serves drinks too."

For half an hour, the women chatted to each other and to Mark. Strangely, his nods and his neck massages completely obscured the fact that he wasn't talking. Nancy said, "You know, Mark, there is an absolute rule about no cellphones in the classroom. Will your classmates go along with only you having one so you can tweet answers to me?"

He looked blank and shrugged, then sent a quick tweet, "What about exception to rule for medical reasons, one week at a time?"

Debbie walked in from work at that moment, surprised to see her son in regular clothes with two women with cocktails in their hands.

She smiled, "Something seems to have changed around here!" Mark jumped up and gave his mother a tight hug and a wet kiss.

"Oh my, that's an improvement." Looking at Sheila and Nancy, she said, "So tell me what's up?"

Debbie couldn't quite understand why the two of them were so filled with giggles. Finally, Sheila said, "I'm sorry for all the giggling, but he has got some gin in us, and he is showing so much improvement, we can't stand it. Did you know you have a very handsome son?"

Mark was slouching in the recliner and smiling from ear to ear as well.

Nancy added, "There's only one small problem, he can't talk! At least, he can't talk yet."

Sheila giggled again and pointed to her phone, "But he tweets!"

Debbie climbed into Mark's lap and kissed him. "How long do I have a son who doesn't talk?"

Sheila said, "We should wait a few days, maybe a week. If he is still having trouble after that, there is a battery of tests, including an MRI, that may locate the problem. If they find something, there are lots of different treatments. Traumatic brain injury gets a lot of medical attention these days."

Debbie said, "So when we watch the movie, you will tweet me?"

Mark pushed her down across his thighs, pulled up her blouse, and tickled her ribs. "Stop, stop, please stop!"

Debbie flipped herself over, "So, if I'm being good, I get tickled, and if I'm being bad, I get spanked?" She looked up at him impudently.

He flipped her over, exposed her muscled, curvy butt, and administered a good hard swat.

"Oww, you don't have to demonstrate in front of an audience!"

Sheila and Nancy were clutching each other. "We better behave, the patient has regained his strength. And his lack of manners." They giggled again.

Before they had time to react, he was across the room, exposing their pink behinds, and alternately applying gentle spanks. They looked at each other with a 'what the hell' look and took him on the floor in an energetic wrestle which soon had his pants and shorts off. Mark's cock was generously sized and very erect. Debbie left her bottoms off and crawled over to cradle Mark's head where it was still bandaged. Three different pussy perfumes were wafting about. 

He smiled and reached for her breast. 

His mother said, articulating carefully, "No sex for you until you ask for it properly."

His face was stricken, "But..."

The three women were naked and intent on applying therapy. Debbie's tongue was deep into his mouth. Teacher's mouth was engulfing his large cock. Nurse's fingers were fondling his scrotum.

"Yes," they chorused, "ask properly." Six eyes were teasing.

He could tease back. His fingers tweaked the stiff nipples surrounding him in abundance. 

He groaned and mumbled, "Breast." His tongue wandered to interesting places.

"That's not good enough."

His cock was leaking and their tongues licked it. He was dying with anticipation.

"Fuck."

"Definitely not good enough. Don't you know how to say 'please?' "

He sank back on the floor, smiled and said, in a totally natural voice, "You are being very nice to me. May I please have some pussy?"

They stood and hugged each other, "What do you think? Was that good enough?"

His arms were around them. "What about a bed instead of the hard floor?"

Debbie whipped the quilt off and lay back, legs spread. "Special treat for recovered bike riders." Sheila and Nancy copied her. The feast was overwhelming. He decided not to hurry, sampling each cunt in turn. 

"Well?" Their eyes this time were full of curiosity. He said nothing but kissed each as delicately as he could.

His voice was soft and sibilant, "Who wants to come first?"

They laughed and rolled into each other, "He is cured!"



Mark's Birthday Party



“Geez, Mom! Can’t you just forget about this?”

My son was groaning again. He had been doing it for the better part of a month now. In addition, he would be doing it for the rest of the week. Of course, by the end of the weekend there would be a lot more groaning.

Call it old fashioned, but some things shouldn’t go by unnoticed. My son, Mark, was the last in his group of friends to turn 18 and I thought there should be a party. Notice it says, ‘I thought’ not ‘Mark thought.’ Mark thought I should leave things alone. However, I knew there had to be some rite of passage into formal adulthood and not knowing or having a clue, I decided a party would be in order.

The problem was, without any adult male influence, I had no idea what was socially acceptable. My husband, Mark’s Dad, had been killed several years earlier by a drunk driver. It was a difficult time for Mark and I, but over time, we adjusted to the situation. The hard part was me having a teen son and no husband or father to guide him. Fortunately, my sister and her husband, Ginny and Stan, were very helpful and lived in town. It was not uncommon for me to ask, or have them offer advice in what was in the best interest of their nephew. Fortunately for Mark, Stan interceded on this occasion as well.

“You know, 18 year old boys aren’t really into parties. At least not the kind you are telling me about,” I heard Stan say over the phone.

“But I want to do something,” I whined.

“How about a compromise?” he offered.

“Like what?”

“Well maybe something a little more adult oriented. I mean you are talking about marking the so-called passage from child to adult right?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Well maybe it’s just me, but if I were 18 and had to have a party, I would want it to be something cool. A guy type thing. And something they would all remember for the rest of their lives,” my brother told me.

“I’m not sure I understand.”

“Well, “he started, “I’m not sure how to explain it delicately.”

“Just tell me what you think,” I practically begged. I had no idea that what I had offered to Mark as a good will gesture was about to do more harm than good, but I was beginning to understand

“Most boys, young men if you will, have a set idea of what a guy party should be. A male bonding sort of thing. I would just think that something like that might go over better with Mark,” Stan tried to explain.

“Stan, I love you and Ginny and appreciate all the help and advice, but I honestly have no idea what you are trying to tell me,” I said into the phone. I could feel the awkwardness in Stan’s voice and I didn’t understand. “I’m not a prude, just tell me what you are thinking.”

“Try this. Offer to take Mark and his friends to our cabin up at the lake. Get some beer and then stay out of their way. They will do the rest on their own.”

“Oh, I see,” I said as the bright light finally came on.

“I’m sorry, I know how you must feel about people drinking, but you asked and that’s one of the things a young guy equates into becoming a man,” Stan said, as if to explain.

“Stan, I have no problem with people drinking. In fact, I like the idea because it will allow me to show Mark and his friends how to drink responsibly. Yeah, I know I got on the bandwagon about drunk driving, but that was driving, not sitting in one place drinking. I like it. I like it a lot,” I told my brother.

“There is just one other thing. Something maybe I could provide to help, but again, I’m not sure how you would feel about it.”

“Please.”

“Well young guys and hormones and… Aw, shit, they’ll find it anyway, Mary. In the back of one of the entertainment center cabinets is a rather extensive selection of adult DVDs. I wouldn’t be too surprised if they ended up watching them too.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah. Well guys are guys, and sometimes when me and the guys go up, we don’t actually go fishing. We tend to sit around the cabin drinking and watch, well, that stuff,” Stan told me.

“And does Ginny know about this?” I asked teasing now.

“Uh. No, she doesn’t. She thinks that when we come back empty handed that the fish weren’t biting. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t mention it to her.”

“Empty handed, huh? Stan, you must think I’m an old spinster for God’s sake. Don’t mention alcohol. Don’t mention porn or sex. Poor old Mary,” I laughed.

Stan had a nervous laugh of his own. “Well I just wasn’t sure is all.”

“Well for your information, sir, I’m a lot more open minded than you give me credit for. Maybe a bit out of practice and not up on things, but not a spinster or a prude,” I informed Stan, thinking that if anyone was a prude it was his wife Ginny.

“Sorry, just my conditioning you know.”

“No, I don’t,” I teased.

“I just think Ginny would have a cow if she knew what me and the guys were doing up there. In fact she’ll have a cow about you letting the boys party there too,” he said.

“Maybe we just shouldn’t tell her then. She can’t fret about what she doesn’t know about.”

“That’s true.”

Mark was feeling a bit better about the party plans. I didn’t tell him everything, but I told him he should find friends that would be able to spend the weekend at his Uncle’s cabin at the lake. 

I drove out Friday morning with some supplies, being the ever prepared person that I am. Another conversation with Stan about beer produced the idea of a keg, albeit convenient since Stan told me there was a can cut to hold one at the cabin. I made a mental note to ask Stan more about his activities at the lake. I had a feeling him and his friends very seldom caught any fish.

While waiting for the keg to be delivered, I sat about cleaning up a bit. You could tell it was a guy place and I actually realized that my influence on Mark had been off. In an effort to guide and shelter him, I was basically stripping away his maleness. Looking around I found nothing but the essence of men. Just the basic necessities. Worn furniture, chipped and stained tables, and not a mirror in any room except the bathroom. In fact, other than some antlers and a couple of “signs” on the wall, there was no decoration or theme whatsoever. 

I actually laughed when I first looked at the room, all dressed in male shabbiness, except for one item. That being a big screen TV. It was obviously the focal point of the room. There was a satellite box hook-up and finding the remote between too cushions on the sofa I turned it on.

Yeah. This was a guy hang out. With no one expecting me, or any other female, to turn the TV on to find it on a satellite porn channel. Empty handed. It was funnier now than when Stan had said it the week earlier. DVDs. Stan mentioned that too. Being the nosy woman that I am, I began to open doors to the entertainment center. At first, all I saw were typical guy movies. Lots of violence and such. Looking in the back, I found the more interesting ones. Not very well hidden, obviously prim Ginny didn’t spend much time at the lake.

I pulled the disc out of the case and stuck it in the player. Unlike the fairly softcore stuff on the satellite dish, the scenes (or at least previews) were down and dirty, hardcore porn. I watched with mild amusement at the scene that began. I was immediately amazed at how far porn movies had come since the early ones I had watches a few times with my husband. No, still not Hollywood quality scripts, but the clarity and detail were amazing. 

Contrary to my brothers belief, I’m not a prude. The only reason I didn’t date or remarry after my husband’s death was to keep from trying to fit a new person into Mark’s life. Yes, I still thought about sex, and didn’t stray too far from the trusty toys well hidden in my nightstand. However, the sudden, blatant images of carnal lust on the screen were beginning to takes it’s toll on me. I could feel myself becoming aroused and suddenly wishing I were the porn actress on the screen being thoroughly fucked by the impressive stud servicing her. I had watched the progression from momentary foreplay (must be where men get the idea not much is needed), to oral and then to the required various positions of fucking. I knew that the cumshot would be soon and for some reason, I was transfixed waiting for it to happen. I watched and waited and… Shit, the delivery truck. 

I quickly turned off the TV and went to the door. I directed the man to put the keg on the back porch, where Stan had the tub ready (apparently he DID spend a lot of time at the lake). Looking at my watch I finished straightening the cabin and then made my way back to the city. Unfortunately as hard as I tried, I couldn’t get the lusty scenes from the movie out of my mind. I found myself so horny that I did something I hadn’t in years.

I stopped at the convenience store and bought a carton of cigarettes. I was only going to buy one pack, but the smart shopper in me kicked in when the clerk told me they were cheaper by the carton. I hadn’t smoked much since my husband had died. He actually had a smoking fetish and after our years together, I equated smoking to sex and vice versa. Thinking the smoke would calm me down, I found that the old quivering feeling came back on the first drag. I was light-headed and horny as a teenaged boy…. Crap, the boys. 

I rushed home to find Mark and his friends waiting. I knew all or Mark’s friends that were going to the lake that weekend. All seemed to be nice guys that had been to the house many times before. In all, there would be seven boys, excuse me, young men. I just hoped I had enough supplies.

The guys loaded up in the van and I turned around and headed back to the lake. I was a ”cool” Mom and the guys made small talk and kidded each other on the way, listening to their favorite station on the radio. I decided on the way I had better set some ground rules for the weekend.

“Okay, guys. Here’s the deal. Once we get to the lake, you’re on your own. The only thing I ask is if you leave the area or anything, you let me know. And if you’ve been drinking, you stay at the cabin.”

“What?” Mark asked, more than confused.

“I just don’t want you wandering off drunk or anything. And if you make a mess, clean it up. I’m not the maid. I’m the chauffeur,” I laughed.

“How would we get drunk?” Mark asked. It was so quite in the van now. 

“From the beer,” I replied nonchalantly.

“What beer?”

“Oh, didn’t I tell you? It’s a present from Uncle Stan,” I lied, “There’s a full keg chilling on the back porch as we speak.”

“But Mom…” Mark started. I knew what he was thinking. It was the same thing Stan thought.

“Mark, you and your friends will eventually drink alcohol. In and of itself, that’s not a bad thing. But unlike the man that killed your father, I want you to learn to drink responsibly. That means you drink at home, and don’t do anything, and I mean anything, that will put you or someone else at risk. Clear?” I asked.

“Yeah, I understand,” Mark replied.

“And that means if you get drunk and throw up on the floor this weekend or do something crazy, you clean it up and you live with the hangover. But the key is live with it, okay?”

“Sure, Mom.”

Mark had never been to the cabin, and he along with his friends were fairly impressed with the place. I had already staked out the large bedroom as mine and told the boys they would have to figure out their own arrangements.

After settling in, I found the boys all wandering around to the back of the cabin. Yes, Stan was right. Nevertheless, I needed to show them that responsibility thing.

“In a bit. First we eat. Trust me, you don’t want to get drunk on an empty stomach,” I advised. “Okay, you can have beer with your meal I guess.” A round of ‘cool” was all I heard. I suddenly liked my newfound popularity with my son and his friends.

I had a couple of the boys start a fire on the built in brick grill and brought out some steaks. I fixed a simple steak and potato meal that I hoped would buy some time before they all got drunk. 

It actually was fun being there. For a moment, I felt like one of the ‘guys’ instead of one of the Moms. They were having fun and when one of the boys spilled something on his shirt and let out a quick and authoritative “fuck”, the pin-drop silence from the van came back as almost every eye shot to me and then all looked down.

I couldn’t help it and started laughing. This only brought the eyes back up as they looked at me. Maybe it was my own serving of alcohol (yes, I drink…responsibly) or just the general mood of the late afternoon.

“Okay boys…” I started and then stopped, looking at the combined group of fearful faces. “Anyone here under 18?” I asked. Of course not and I knew that, but I had a point to make. 

“Regardless of the laws in this state on the drinking age, every one of you is now old enough, by law, to join the military and fight for our countries freedom. In my book, if you can die for your country, you should be able to drink, okay? In my book you are all adults now and with it comes certain privileges.” There was a mumbled understanding of what I was saying, but they still didn’t get it. I obviously had to be a bit more blunt.

“Any of you ever heard of George Carlin? Shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker and tits,” I said from memory. All seven faces went pale before I explained. “It’s from a comedy thing George Carlin did about words you can’t say on TV. You boys, no you men, sorry, have all heard these words and said these words, and you know what, so have I. So for the rest of this weekend, or for that matter whenever I’m around, please don’t make me feel like the outsider because you are afraid of offending me or something. If it weren’t for fucking, none of you would be here anyway.”

I thought it was all over then. I blew my coolness on them, trying to fit in and treat these boys as men. Maybe they weren’t ready for it. I looked down at my plate and was on the verge of some sort of nervous, mental, emotional, traumatic episode when a voice from the group saved me.

“Fucking A!”

The instant burst of laughter from the others and me instantly broke the tension, and as quickly as I thought all was lost, all was once again well. I did make a mental note at the smile on Mark’s face and gave him a wink.

After dinner, and being a woman and a mom, I forced the guys to help me clean up. As I said, I was trying to fit in and while sitting on the back porch I reached into my purse and pulled out my smokes. All these boys knew me, and knew, or thought I didn’t smoke. They watched as I took a drag and smoothly blew the smoke back out.

Without thinking I commented, “A cigarette is best after a meal or sex.” I took another gulp of my beer and another drag. “And beer always tastes better with a smoke,” I added.

“Uh, Mrs. J?” Mark’s friend Tony asked. I looked up at him in response.

“What you said about cussing and stuff and us dying for our country and all?” he stumbled.

I smiled at Tony. “Honey, if you want a smoke, help yourself. I got no problems with that either. And from now on I’m not Mrs. J, I’m Mary.”

This time the tension was broke with “Shit, I wish my mom was half that cool.” It was a high that no drug could ever induce. I looked at Mark as about three of the boys lit up. He was looking at me too, in that sort of unsure way boys do around their moms. When the pack was passed to him, he looked up at me again. I simply winked to give him the okay. Truth is I knew Mark had smoked before.

I don’t know how many cups of beer I had, or them for that matter, but I was feeling less pain than I had in a long time. I mostly listened as the boys talked about school, their plans, and girls. The talk wasn’t graphic, but the underlying tones were still enough to make me wish I was an 18 year old cheerleader again. 

I decided a walk might be nice and moved down towards the dock and the water. The sun was just starting to set, the orange glow still reflecting off the water. The sudden influence of youth took hold of me as I decided what I wanted to do next. I walked back to the porch and noticed the guys watching my approach.

“Remember how I was telling you to drink responsibly?” I asked. Nods and mumbles were exchanged. “I want to go swimming but I can’t go alone since I’ve been drinking. Anyone want to come with?”

Looks were exchanged at my question and then Sam gave the expected response. “Mrs. J, Mary, I don’t think anyone brought a swimsuit.”

“Neither did I,” I said walking away. And in turning, I began to unbutton my blouse. By the time I got to the dock, my bra was off too and I quickly slid my pants and panties down before jumping in the cool water.

I floated myself on the water at the point where my nipples (oh they were so hard) were just poking up. I looked at the boys all standing on the dock staring at me. “Well?” I asked.

Six boys quickly stripped down and jumped in, probably relieved that their lower body parts were now under water. One was still a bit shy about being naked in front of me and didn’t pull his pants down and jump in until my back was turned. 

We cavorted about, me acting like an 18 year old teenager, splashing water and showing off. When the sun finally set, darkness quickly overtook the water. I suggested that it might be time to get out, and of course, they all waited until I took the lead, but who could blame them.

I climbed out of the water and got the naughtiest of thoughts. I quickly picked up all the clothes, all the guys’ stuff and mine, and ran towards the cabin amidst much commotion in the water. I dropped everything on the porch and went to search for some towels. Drying off I returned to the porch, expecting to find the boys. I didn’t. I put on a halter and shorts from my room and with towels in hand went back to the dock.

“Okay, what’s it going to be. Boys or men. All the men climb on out. All the boys will have to wait and I’ll leave a towel for you,” I taunted.

A couple of the boys climbed out, but the others stayed in. “Well?” I asked, and two more boys popped out, and when I mean popped, their masts were at full staff, evident even in the darkened conditions. A bit shocked, surprised and embarrassed, I quickly dropped the towels and went back to the porch where I immediately grabbed another cup of beer and lit another smoke.

The boys finally returned and wandered into the cabin to put dry clothes on. I stayed on the porch, enjoying the ‘unnatural’ quietness. An added reward was being able to hear clearly inside the cabin as well.

“Sorry dude, I know she’s your Mom and all, but shit, I’d love to bang her,” one said, apparently to Mark.

“Yeah, you bang her and I’ll let her suck my cock. Man I’d love to have those lips around my pole,” another one said.

My shock, surprise and embarrassment quickly turned to raging lust. It had been too long since I had heard a man, albeit it young ones, speak about me that way. Suddenly feeling more than naughty, I reached down, tied the knot in my halter tight, and unbuttoned another button to show some more cleavage in the yellow light shining above the porch. I was more than aroused, and the last thing I thought about as the boys started filing out was the fact I hadn’t bothered to put any panties on under my shorts.

Beer was poured, cigarettes were lit, and a general awkward silence fell as I saw six and a half pair of eyes still glued to me. One only had one eye on me. 

“So did everyone enjoy their swim?” I asked.

“Yeah it was great” and “sure” were the semi-combined response.

“I was thinking of watching a movie, anyone want to do it too?” I asked in a voice that was closer to slutty than sultry. A general groan and a few “oh yeahs” were the response I was hoping for.

I refilled my cup and picked up my smokes, and was becoming custom, led the way to the main room of the cabin. I picked a spot and picked up the remote, right where I had dropped it when the delivery guy had shown up earlier. I played a bit stupid with the remote, turning the large screen TV on but not the dish or DVD player.




Mark's Birthday Party



“You have to turn on the dish,” Tony said.

I couldn’t resist myself and let loose with, “She might be more turned on than you know,” as I pressed the control activating the satellite receiver and wondered if they had ever heard a woman called a dish. 

Of course the last channel viewed popped up, which was the soft core porn channel, which at the moment was showing two hot looking ladies enjoying each other’s company, if you know what I mean. I left it there for a moment, just to make sure the boys got a good eyeful. That all to familiar pin drop silence in the room was punctuated by the oohs and aahs from the surround sound speakers in the room.

“Mark, I guess we know now why Uncle Stan visits the lake so much,” I quipped.

The boys replied with nervous laughter of their own. 

“Maybe we should try a DVD,” I offered, noting that no one had the nerve to tell me to leave it where it was. Of course I knew what was on the DVD player too, since I was the one who left this particular DVD in the machine. I punched play and was rewarded with it starting right where I had left it. 

The busty porn star was slurping on her co-stars ample and talented cock. He reached up and pushed her head back a bit and we all watched as he began to stroke his cock. The porn slut was literally begging “give it to me, cum on my face, baby.” A request her stud seemed more than happy to oblige. With his left hand entwined in her hair, his right hand blurred until he almost stopped; at which point he began painting the young slut’s face with cum.

He shot what seemed like an endless supply of cum on her face, in her hair, and into her open mouth. When he slowed to a dribble, he used his hand to guide his cock over the slut’s mouth, wiping off the last drops of his cum before shoving it in and telling her to “lick it clean bitch.”

It reminded me of some things me and my husband had played early on in our marriage. It only happened when I had too much to drink and I would get somewhat submissive. It was a mutually enjoying game we played every so often. 

“Someone want to get me a refill I asked. I’m suddenly very….thirsty,” I said.

Seven boys looked at me, but only one got up.

“You didn’t miss anything Mark,” I told my son as he came back in, “just the preliminary story line bullshit.”

“Cool,” he said to me with a wink.

Okay at this point I know some of you are wondering about my son and me. I would be lying to you if I didn’t think about my son sexually, but not as you think. I had thought about him being with girls, having sex, and wondering if there was anything I should say or try to explain to him about sex. Being a single Mom with a teenage boy wasn’t how I had planned on raising him. I told him the facts of life and the basics of sex, but I always wondered if he had ever, well, you know, done it.

“Sure you don’t mind if I smoke?” he asked me.

“No. Not at all, baby,” I replied with a drunken smile. “Get me one too.”

He handed me the cigarette and held my hand as he helped me cup the lighter’s flame. For a moment, at that instant, Mark was no longer my son. He was just another young man. And I also knew right then that before the night was over, I would never wonder again if he had done it.

The movie continued as predicted with the porn starlet soon naked, much to the amusement of the gathered male hormones in the room. It was just her on the screen, probably part of her contract to be admired for her beauty rather than just her ability to take a good fucking. The boys were plenty loose at this point.

“You think they are fake?” one of them asked to no one in particular. The actress on the screen had a very developed chest, probably along the lines of 40DD or so. 

“Almost have to be,” I decided to reply. “And if they aren’t she isn’t into this. Her nipples aren’t even hard. I know if I was doing that in front of a camera, knowing probably thousands of guys were going to be jerking off looking at me, my nipples would be hard. Hell, my nipples are hard right now and no one is looking at me.”

That changed in an instant. And when it did, it made the fabric of my halter top stretch even more as my nipples seemed to be suffocating and were searching for fresh air.

“Besides, better to have a woman with smaller tits like mine with responsive nipples. Trust me, you play these babies right and you can have anything you want.” I flushed with embarrassment as I realized what I was thinking I said out loud.

“You got great tits, Mrs. J. I mean Mary,” Tom commented.

“You think so?”

“Fuck yes. I’d rather have yours than hers any day.”

Knowing I was crossing an unseen boundary, I pulled at the knot on my halter top and pulled it away exposing my bare chest, complete with half inch hard nipples.

“I always thought it would be nice to be bigger, but I suppose I never had any complaints,” I told the staring boys before covering my own 36Ds back up.

“Nothing there to complain about,” another boy, Chas, said. “Unless they are just for show,” he added boldly.

I remember Chas from the lake. He was one of the first ones out of the water, not shy about standing naked next to me. He exuded self confidence and there was no doubt in my mind he was coming on to me. I decided to tease him a bit to see what would happen.

“Chas, you must be a breast man.”

“Nope. I’m a ladies man. It’s all good,” he replied with a smile. 

I smiled too at his response. I looked at the screen and saw that the porn bimbo wasn’t alone anymore. I had just about lost all inhibitions at this point.

“Looks like it’s time for the big cock stud to do his business,” I generally commented.

Chas was still trying and for some reason, I took immense pleasure in busting his ego.

“I’d give that slut my big cock,” Chas commented.

“Come on now, Chas. I saw you down by the lake. Trust me, your imagination is the biggest thing you have.”

That brought a roar of laughter from the rest of the boys. I realized I was on the verge of hurting Chas’ feelings so I decided I had better smooth things over quickly.

“Seriously, you know they say the average cock is six inches. And we all know class,” I mocked in a teacher type voice, “that this means anywhere from five inches to seven inches is normal. And by the way Chas.. from what I’ve seen, you may be an above average student.

You could see the shredded ego of the young man fall back into place. I just wanted to kid him, not humiliate him or embarrass him. As it was, he retreated to refill his beer and sat back down to watch the movie without another word.

Mark had taken a place on the couch next to me, obviously the only one not afraid to sit next to his Mom. I had assumed it was so he could grab a smoke from me, but I noticed he kept looking over at my chest, a sensation that really turned me on. However, what really got me going was seeing the bulge in his pants. He wasn’t tenting, but I could clearly see the outline. 

“So with six being average and a C grade,” I started again, “ who has a C?”

They all looked at me with this ‘you’ve got to be kidding’ look. Maybe I should try a different approach.

“Boys, I’m here to tell you that size doesn’t matter that much. It has more to do with what you do with what you’ve got than how far it goes in,” I said beginning my class in Penis Size 101. “So who besides Chas is above average here?”

There were a lot of smiles, but none of the guys wanted to say anything. The silence was disconcerting. It was like a joke that everyone knew but me. 

“What, you mean to tell me none of you have bothered to see with a ruler?” I asked.

Silence again and a few muffled giggles.

“What?” I demanded.

Chas was apparently the only one with enough courage, or maybe horny enough, to speak up. “I think we have a good idea of who is above average,” he told me.

I thought he was implying he was the big man of the room and told him so. “So you think you’re the stud of the group, Chas?”

“No, ma’am. That’s not it at all. I said we know who is, but it ain’t me,” Chas said with a grin.

“Then who is it?” I wanted to know, but no one would speak. Then it dawned on me, and I looked over at my son, Mark. Could it be true? I knew his Dad was fairly well endowed and I had also seen some major bulge in his pants before. I decided to make a game of it. A very naughty one at that.

“Well I’ve shown you guys my goods, now it’s your turn. I want to see who has the biggest one here. Or we can call it a night and spend the rest of the weekend wondering,” I teased in more ways than one. “And to sweeten the pot,” I giggled, “I’ll take my halter back off to assist with proper motivation.”

I untied the knot again and pulled the halter all the way off, tossing it aside. I then stood and went from boy to boy, pulling each one’s shorts down until they were exposed to my gaze. Most were semi to fully erect and it took all my willpower not to succumb to the first one I saw. I made comments as I went, about size and girth.

“Chas,” I said, “I was right you are above average. How long is it?” 

Chas smiled as he held his cock in his hand. “About seven inches give or take a bit,” he said. 

That was about what I guessed, but noted that while he was lengthy, he wasn’t very thick. 

I purposely made Mark my last stop. If what I suspected was right, it would be worth the wait.

“You okay with this?” I asked him huskily.

“I am if you are,” he replied with downcast eyes.

I worked the shorts out and over him and noted that he was only semi-hard, unlike some of the other boys whose own cocks were already beginning to drool pre-cum. As it were, even not fully erect he was as big as Chas, but much thicker.

“Does it get any bigger,” I asked my son, not taking my eyes off his tool.

“If you want to know, you find out for yourself,” he told me.

I did want to know. I had to know, and took his cock in my hands. I began by lifting it, feeling how heavy it was in my hands, then stroking it softly up and down. I was on my knees staring straight at it. 

“You want to see it get real hard, try sucking on it,” Mark suggested.

I hesitated for a moment. Yes it was my son, and I was his mother. However, I was also a woman. A woman that hadn’t had a hard cock in years. And maybe never had one as big as this one. I had to know, and I knew what I had to do.

I eased my face forward, hefted his cock in my hand and kissed the head. Mark’s hand immediately sought out the back of my head and urged me on. I opened my mouth and felt my pussy begin to churn with the excitement. 

I let Mark’s cock lay on my tongue as I went up and down slowly on his flesh pole. I would pull off the head and lick it with my tongue and then ease back down. One of the many things my husband had enjoyed was me deep throating his cock. It was something that I enjoyed doing for him and we had spent many nights practicing until I was able to do it. 

I wanted to do it now, but was unsure if I could since it had been so long. I was determined to try and let my throat relax as I descended down my son’s shaft. Both of his hands were on my head now as I went lower and lower, his cock going deeper and deeper. I did gag a bit and backed off, and then started again.

This time, Mark’s hands left my head and went down my shoulders until the were on my breasts. He touched and toyed with them slowly as I continued to suck on him. When his fingers touched my erect nipples, I let out a moan around his cock. When he began to pinch and pull at them, my mouth responded by pushing down on him, literally burying my nose in his curly hair.

Now it was Mark’s turn to groan. I held him for as long as I could before I went back to slurping at the head and sucking the shaft. It suddenly dawned on me that I was apparently not the first to do this with Mark, but I wanted to be the best.

When I would slide off Mark’s cock, he would pinch and pull on my nipples until I went back down on him. The harder and faster he pulled on my tits, the harder and faster I worked my mouth on him.

“That’s it bitch,” my son said, “ suck my cock. Show me what a slut you are.”

It was then that I knew what Mark knew. Those were the exact words my husband used to say to me when I was sucking his cock. My son had obviously known for some time about the things me and his father did. I was wondering what else he knew about me too.

“Such a good slut. Suck my cock, bitch! Fuck me with your slutty mouth,” my son commanded, again repeating the words he had apparently heard before being told to me.

His words, and his tone, set me off. I wanted to make him cum, to give it to me, like the pron actress. I could think of nothing else at the moment. My own body was on fire, but I had the desire, the need to please this man in front of me. To make him happy with me. To show him how much I loved him and what I was willing to do to please him.

Mark’s hand’s left my tits and went back to my head. It was as if his Dad was possessing him somehow as he grabbed hold of my hair and started fucking my mouth. I submissively placed both my hands behind my back and allowed my son, my new Master to do as he wanted with me.

“You like that, slut? You like me fucking your mouth?” he asked. I could only mumble a reply and I hoped he knew that I did like it.

“You’re my slut now. You understand? Mine to use anytime I want,” Mark told me.

The tears rolling down my cheek were a mixture of the joy and the activity. How I had longed to find another man that understood my needs and desires. Only to find he had been in the same house with me all along.

“And now you will get what all good sluts get, bitch!” my son told me as he pulled almost out of my mouth and with his hand stroking his cock, began to fill my mouth with his hot cum.

I swallowed as fast as I could, but Mark was shooting so much I couldn’t keep it from dripping out of my mouth, no matter how tight I tried to keep my lips. When a drop of his cum left my chin and landed on my heaving tits, I experienced something I never had before; an orgasm without being touched.

I moaned and wailed around Mark’s cum shooting cock as I felt my pussy contract and relax again and again. I almost passed out, and may have if Mark hadn’t pulled his cock out of my mouth, allowing me to get a large does of fresh air.

I looked up into my son’s eyes. He had a smile on his face. His hand moved and I felt his cock wipe up his seed that had escaped from my mouth, only to have him place it back to my lips. I eagerly opened my mouth, sucking and licking his cock clean.

When I looked back up, Mark was lighting a cigarette. He took a drag and then handed it to me.

“You might want to take a little break now,” my son said to me. “I’m not sure these guys are going to let you have one until they all get off two or three times.”

I took a drag and blew the smoke out my cum stained lips before replying. “Yes, sir.”



Mark's Birthday Surprise



Note: This is a continuation of my 'Wild Ride' story and it uses the same characters. I had such a great response from readers that I decided to create another adventure for them. Also note, this is a work of fiction. If you're offended by it, then too bad, and just stop reading. Otherwise, enjoy. 

Well, as some of you may remember, the last time I mentioned my new boyfriend, Mark, I was curled up in my bed with him after an incredible lay six months ago. His enormous cock had given me the best orgasms I'd ever had, and I'd allowed him to completely take me every which way he'd wanted. 

Ever since that surreal evening with him, he'd turned me into a sex-craving nympho who had to be pounded as often as possible and I'd convinced myself that I was going to ride him at least once a day, but preferably three or four times, or until I was so sore that I couldn't walk. 

In fact, after that experience, my pussy had been sore for four days and my ass...well, I won't even go there. Of course, like the real bedroom trooper I've become, I eagerly bounced on Mark's pole and gulped down loads of his cum the second the soreness went away ...and oh, boy, he certainly knew how to shoot the stuff. Sometimes it amazes me that I haven't needed my stomach pumped! The way he cums could fill buckets! The only trouble with it was that I had to actually buy an off-white bedspread that hid his humungous jizz stains. Considering that it had only cost $85, I saw it as a small price to pay. 

Thus, I'd bought the new bedspread, and Mark and I had fucked like crazy on it countless times over the last six months. In addition to using my bedroom, he'd turned me onto public sex, where the risk of getting caught heightened the excitement. I'd ridden him on park benches, sucked him off in restrooms all over the county, been ass-fucked in a cemetery while bent over someone's tombstone, and even fucked him in a dumpster: that time, Mark had plowed me doggy-style while pushing my face into trash and calling me a trash-whore and a filthy little garbage slut. It had been such nasty sex that I'd cummed all the harder for it, squirting my pussy all over someone's half-eaten pizza. Mark had later joked that if a homeless person came along and ate it, he was in for a wonderful surprise. 

That joke had given me the idea to actually order a pizza for Mark and squirt all over it for him, then make him eat it. By then, I was so addicted to his 11" cock, and he was so addicted to my now gaping pussy that we'd fulfilled nearly all of our fantasies: which brings me to his birthday. 

He mentioned having a threesome one time as we'd driven down the highway, and the idea had gotten me so wet that I'd had to thrust my entire fist into my pussy right there. It had proven to be a bad decision, as he'd almost swerved into a ditch, but the threesome idea still hadn't lost any of its appeal.

After a month of consideration, and discussion with Mark, we figured out the exact type of girl we wanted to add to our fun. You see, our main argument was that I was already incredibly busty (which he loved), so he wanted a girl with small boobs to give our threesome more variety. I, however, felt it would turn him on more if we both had big boobs, and that way he could watch us lick and fondle each others boobs as he jerked himself. We settled on finding a girl who was around a B cup. Other than that, we planned to locate a brunette with brown eyes, who was near our own height 

Seeing as we were both knockouts, it wasn't too hard to locate a suitable match...I only had to briefly mention the enormity of his dick whenever the opportunity presented itself, and the other girls' eyes almost always lit up. The girl who finally agreed to the threesome happened to be a choice piece of ass named Sylvia, whose # I got at a local bar not far from my house. She was about 5'5", 120lbs, with a 34B cup. Her hair was a deep brown, and went down to her shoulders. Her cheekbones were long, her lips a nice rosebud shape, and her eyes brown and seductive. 

When I called her, I told her how I wanted to surprise Mark for his birthday in three weeks, gave her the date, and then gave her a simple instruction set. She sounded even hotter on the phone...I told her that she'd be perfect at one of those sex hotlines and she let out a high-pitch giggle in response. 

She'll be the perfect slut for us, I thought as I hung up. 



Mark's birthday couldn't arrive soon enough. Following a series of pointless activities like cake, presents, and the rest, we got to the good part: the fucking. I told him I had a surprise for him and that he needed to come to my house for it. He smiled broadly. From the look in his eyes, I could tell his head was buzzing as he tried to guess what it was. 

When we got to my house, I sat him down on the couch and told him to close his eyes. He shrugged but agreed. I went into the kitchen and told Sylvia, who'd been waiting there for twenty minutes, that all was set. She knew what to do from here. 

The next thing Mark knew, Sylvia was rubbing his shoulders. 

"What is it babe, you got my surprise yet?" He asked. 

I giggled: he thought the stupid bitch was me. 

She reached down and grabbed his cock. "Actually, I was told you have a surprise for me," She replied.

"What the fuck!" He jumped up and spun around. "Who the Christ are you?" 

"Its okay baby, she's your birthday surprise," I told him as I stepped into the room. Remember the threesome we talked about? Well, she heard about your nice endowment and couldn't wait. I bet you didn't expect it to happen today, did you?"

"Well...uhhh, no," he replied dumbly. "Uhh..what's uhhh, your name?"

"I'm Sylvia," she told him, "Now, are you gonna give me your big dick, or what? I've waited weeks for this and I'm already soaked."

Mark looked at me with suspicion. 

"Go ahead, stud," I told him, "I want to watch for a little while." 

Mark smiled from ear to ear and started to turn to put an arm around Sylvia so he could kiss her. 

Sylvia, however, had cat-like reflexes. She didn't even wait for the kiss, and simply reached down and squeezed his pecker. 

"Wow!" Was all she could say. Her jaw looked like it would hit the floor. 

"While she's got her big mouth open," I told Mark, "Why don't you shove your cock down it?"

Neither Mark nor Sylvia needed further prodding. She unzipped him and started to stroke him to his full hardness. As I watched this slut put my boyfriend's bulbous cock head in her mouth, barely fitting it in, I found myself getting wet. Before I knew it, I was playing with my tits as she sucked him like a pro.

Even after all this time with Mark, I still found it hard to believe how big and thick he was. As he stood there with one hand near his balls and the other further up his shaft, his erection sticking out with pride, I realized that both of my own hands had moved down to rub my pussy through my panties.

"Get those hands on that dick," I coached Sylvia. "You can pleasure him better than that!" 

Sylvia's hand rose up to grasp Mark's shaft about midway on his cock. Her smooth, tiny hands barely wrapped around it. I began to rub myself harder. "That's better. Now work those hands up and down it."

I was happy to see that Sylvia obeyed...what a perfect slut! Now I knew how a guy felt when a girl did what he wanted! What a great feeling. I was in charge of this bitch now. 

As Sylvia gleefully wet Mark's member with her mouth and stroked him with her hands, Mark moved his own hands to the back of her head and began to pull on her pigtails. 

"That's right, baby," I told him, "Pull that bitches' hair."

Using Sylvia's pigtails as handles, and pushing his own hips upward, Mark developed a quick rhythm with Sylvia. Soon he was moaning loudly and she was sputtering as she tried to take all of him.

"You can do better than that," I told Sylvia as I moved across the room. "Looks like I'll have to help you." Adding my hands to the back of Sylvia's head, I then forced her mouth further down on Mark's cock causing her eyes to bug out of her head. She gagged and tried to pull away, but I held her there. 

"There you go," I praised her as she choked. 

"Ahh, fuck," She gasped as she came up for air when I finally relinquishing my grip.

"You're not gonna puke are you?" I asked her.

She panted for a moment and finally answered, "No....I just can't.....believe.... how big he is."

"Let me help you then," I added. 

Soon I was on my knees besides Sylvia and both of us were furiously licking Mark's cock and taking turns sticking it in our mouths. 

As I came off him and she took my place, I watched as his cock bulged out her cheek, seeming to fill her entire mouth. 

"Yea baby, fuck that face," I told him. 

He began to push hard again the inside of Sylvia's mouth. I started to slap her cheek in response. He fucked her harder. Occasionally, he popped out of her mouth with a loud, wet smack before bouncing his dick off her face and then putting it back in her hungry mouth.  

"Stretch that little, slutty mouth," I told him –not that he needed further prodding. He was gleefully going to work on Sylvia. 

Deciding that Mark's big balls needed some loving too, I moved over and began to suck on one of them; at the same time, I squeezed the base of his shaft.

He groaned in response. I worked on his balls for a few more minutes until I heard him tell Sylvia to turn around. 

"That's right," I said as I stood up, "Fuck that bitch doggystyle."

I then moved over to Sylvia's head and began to kiss her as Mark prepared to enter her pussy. The taste of his dick was rich and wonderful on her lips. I slipped my tongue into her mouth. 

She raised a hand to my cheek and stroked it. 

"Ready to take that big cock?" I asked her. 

"Oh, yeah," She said sexily. 

I stuck my tongue in her mouth again. 

"Here it comes," Mark informed her. 

Sylvia whimpered as he began to enter her. I kissed her harder. Her whimpering grew louder and more intense as Mark gradually worked more of his cock inside. 

"Oohhhh, you're so big, soooo big!" Sylvia moaned in delight in between our kissing as Mark began to pump away at her. 

"Doesn't that feel incredible?" I asked her, knowing firsthand that it did. 

"MMM, yea," she answered.

It wasn't long until she was screaming loudly for him. Her lust-filled shouts of 'Fuck me, fuck me' drove Mark (and myself) wild. He pumped her even harder and I decided to position myself underneath her, facing up, so I could watch his massive dick jab into her sweet sex hole. 

I was very glad that I did, as it looked fantastic! 

"Oooo," I cooed as I watched her pussy get fucked, "Look at you stretch."

"Fuck yeah, fuck yeah!" Sylvia moaned in response. I reached up and started to rub her clit. "Ahhhh, keep going!" She screamed so loudly that I thought she'd wake the neighbors. I rubbed faster and Mark started pumping harder. She squealed like the fuck pig I knew she was.

"Come on, you fuck-bitch," I yelled as I slapped her moist pussy, "Cum for that big dick."

"Whoaaa..whooaaaa....whooaaaaaaaa...." She whimpered, making so much noise she drowned out the grunts coming from Mark as he furiously drilled her. "Oh my God, oh my God!! YESSSSSS, I'm cumming!" 

And just like that, Mark pulled out and Sylvia's pussy been to spurt all over the place. As I felt her juice go all over my face, I opened my mouth wide to taste as much as possible. Her ever-flowing pussy gushed into my mouth and I tasted her sweet, honey-like cum. After swallowing it, I stuck my tongue out, eager for more, and lapped at her pussy like it was an ice cream cone...but what ice cream cone ever tasted so good?  

After licking her pussy till it was nearly dry, I decided it was my turn to ride Mark's cock. Before I did, however, I wanted to taste the rest of Sylvia's pussy juice that had soaked it: I sucked him all the way down to his balls, and took his entire 11 inches down my throat. The extra lubrication made it much easier than normal. 

Mark then lied down and I hopped on him. I was riding full-force within minutes, and my pussy was soon flowing with juice. Sylvia added to the incredible feeling by crouching down over Mark's face, allowing him to lick her pussy. I leaned forward and stuck one of perky breasts into my mouth. It felt so firm and nice. I ran my tongue over her nipple. It felt hard enough to chip a tooth! 

Soon I was sucking Sylvia's wonderful breast as if I was nursing. In fact, I actually hoped some milk would come out. 

It didn't....well, not from Sylvia's tit anyway. I felt Mark explode inside me as I grinded on him. 

"Yes, yes," I yelled as I felt his cum filling my pussy, "Give it all to me."

Like usual, Mark's orgasm lasted about fifteen seconds. When I got off his dick, I knew he had thoroughly filled me up.

"Lie down and spread your legs," Sylvia told me. 

I obeyed. To my surprise, she proved to be quite a nasty little bitch as she stuck her tongue deep into my pussy and eagerly licked at Mark's cum. I moaned in pleasure, and it wasn't long until I was adding my own cum as well. 

When she finally pulled out of me, her lips were slick with jizz. 

"Mmm, that's so good," She exclaimed. 

"You want more?" Mark asked.

"Yes, I want you to pump that juice all over me." She told him with a wicked smile.

After a few minutes of regeneration, Mark was hard again and he was ready for some more wild fucking. This time, he took control. He instructed us both to bend over and then alternated between fucking each of our pussies, and asses. He'd thrust deep into me several times, then come out and stick his cock in Sylvia. 

At first, Sylvia's ass had quite the difficult time taking him in it, but with enough lube, she was able to get a good six inches of him, at least. When she was thoroughly conditioned, Mark decided he wanted to add our mouths to the equation. As he pumped Sylvia doggy style once more, he took my head and pushed it onto her firm, round butt, facing him. Every few pumps, he'd pull out of Sylvia and jam his cock into my mouth, making me taste her juice. I didn't mind at all, and I even added to Sylvia's pleasure as I reached my hands around her to fondle her tits. Mark, in turn, slapped, pinched, and squeezed her ass until it was bright red. Every so often, I'd add a hand to assist him.

Sylvia's moans grew and grew until she cummed again. At which point, Mark spun her over and thrust deep down into her glistening puss. She squirmed as he pumped her, and tried to put a hand against his belly to keep him from entering to far and potentially hurting her, but I wanted him to get as much inside there as he could. I grabbed both her hands as he fucked away at her and held them down, outstretched above her head. 

"Oh my fucking God," She screamed as Mark plunged all the way into her. "Ow, ow ow ow! Ohhh, go easy," She told him. 

"It's alright," I whispered in her ear, "Just relax and take it all." She whimpered and I leaned forward and allowed both of my full, round breasts to dangle in her face. In short order, she was licking and sucking them. 

A minute later, Mark was ready to cum. He pulled out of Sylvia and moved over to her head. I sat up so my tits wouldn't block all the cum and Mark let loose on her face. 

"Holy shit!" She exclaimed as he began to cover her face and spurt into her mouth.

"What the fuck! How the fuck do you do that?" She sputtered as he finished, doing her best to swallow as much of the jizz as possible. Her face looked like a glazed donut. 

Mark shrugged in response. A mega-smile occupied most of his face. 

"Wow that felt awesome," he laughed.

"I hope we can do that again," Sylvia said as I licked cum off her face.     

"Certainly," I answered a moment later, "Perhaps, someday you too can be a slave to Mark's cock...assuming you gave him enough pleasure today."

"I got no complaints," Mark said as he stretched out lazily, likely ready to take a nap. I couldn't blame him, really: shooting all that come was an exercise in its own right.

"Nor do I," I added, "I'm sure we'll do this again." 

Sylvia then got cleaned up, dressed, thanked both of us, and left. I curled up on the sweat-soaked couch with Mark and we both fell fast asleep. Before drifting off, my last thoughts were of how great it would be to call Sylvia next weekend. 



Mark's Comeuppance



Mark the Barbarian's vision was blurry, and his head swam with vertigo, but through the mental fog he could see that he was in a room; a dark room dimply lit by a shaded window and a dozen psychedelically colored lamps. No, not lamps. They were crystals.

He was upright, and his arms were above his head, but when he tried to move he found that he was restrained by an uncomfortable assortment of leather straps and cuffs, one cord of which dug deep into the crack of his buttocks like a tight thong. He was naked, and his substantially large endowment was hanging free in the warm air of the dark room. More than that, he was horny. As the drugs that stupefied him slowly wore off, his body filled with the familiar aching of sexual tension; a tugging in his loins that he would do anything to relieve. His cock started to harden, straighten, and and he foreskin peeled back until his massive erection looked like a heavy club protruding from his waist. 

He realized that the warm room was damp as well. Clammy. Sweaty. It stank of sex, there were cum stains on the carpets and pillows, and he saw that every shelf was full of all kinds of demented sex-toys, from regularly sized didlos to gargantuanly enlarged weapons of the most brutal sort, all of them studded and bumps and grooves to stimulate erogenous zones he didn't realize existed. He was certain that some of those dildos weren't designed for human vaginas, but rather for gorgons and centaur-mares.

The drugs wore off, Mark felt his strength return, but even as his bulging muscles strained against the leather cords, he could not move more than an inch. Mark was strong enough to snap a bull's neck, and wrestle a giantess to the ground, but these straps held him in such a compromised position that he was nothing more than a muscular fly the web of some dominatrix-spider. 

"Where . . . where the fuck am I?" Mark grumbled. He aching in his cock was unbearable. Already it was straining upwards to its full erection, being no less than twelve inches long and as thick as a girl's wrist. Mark's cock was his greatest strength, but certainly also his greatest weakness. Mark could fuck a giantess into a coma, or a impregnate a hundred nymphs in a single night, but that his cock got him into as much trouble as it got him out of.When he got horny, he couldn't think straight, or sometimes at all, and it wasn't until he fucked something that he could return to normal.Entire villages had suffered his horny wrath if he had to go even a few days without release, and if all get was one poor little girl traveling by herself . . . well . . . her pussy would never be the same. 

His heart began to beat like an angry drum, and his testicles felt as heavy as stones. If Mark didn't get to cum soon he was going to be in trouble. 

"Welcome to my humble abode, barbarian," a smooth, sexy, and haughty voice greeted him. It was the voice of an older woman, and just from the heft of it Mark could tell she had huge breasts. He had a talent for judging a woman's bust just from her voice. "Take a good look around. I hope you like it, because this sex-dungeon is going to be the last thing you ever see."

The woman stepped into Mark's field of vision, swaggering her curvaceous body like a tigress in heat. She was tall, buxom to the extreme, but with a narrow waist, muscular stomach, firm legs, and a big ass like a wrecking-ball. Her skin was creamy white, which contrasted radically with the black latex corset and booty-shorts she wore, along with her long black hair and dark eyes. Her nipples were no pronounced that Mark could see them through the latex. They looked just as painfully erect as his cock was.  

"Feeling it yet, baby?" the woman asked, her voice oozing like warm honey. 

The woman pressed her fingertip against the underside of Mark's cock and slid it upward, all the way to the enraged tip.

"FUCK!" Mark cried from the sheer erotic shock of her touch. "What . . . what have you done to me, you fucking whore!"

The woman sneered dominantly, and then flicked the tip of his cock with her finger, like she was swatting at a bug. 

"Watch your language, bitch. In case you're too stupid to realize it (which I'm guessing you are), I'm the one in control here. I've got you tied up in my secret sex-dungeon, and your friends don't know where you are. You're tied up and hanging from my ceiling like a cum-stuffed piñata, completely at my sadistic mercy. Oh, and I've been saturating your body with enough aphrodisiacs to kill a stallion. Got it?"

Mark's body broke out into a hot sweat, making his chiselled muscles glisten like wet metal in the dim light of the room. His cock began to visibly pulsate, becoming intolerably erect. His captor took notice, and she moaned with satisfaction deep in her chest. She looked him over and licked her lips, as if she wanted to literally devour this powerful boy.

"Who . . . the fuck . . . are you?" Mark grunted. 

The woman sneered, reach out, grabbed one of his nipples, and twisted it. 

"OUCH!" Mark whined. 

"You are to address me as Mistress! Understand, bitch?" she asked, twisted harder. 

"YES! FUCK! STOP! Alright . . . who are you, Mistress?"

The woman chuckled to herself and gentle grasped Mark's mammoth appendage with both hands, very gently stroking it with her fingertips, causing Mark an indescribable amount of sexual pain.

"My name is Carmella Thicke, formally a witch of the Purple Haze Coven, you know the one."

"Oh shit," Mark grunted. "Briar!"

"That's right," Carmella said, with a beautiful but frightening snarl on her face. "Briar and I were witch-sisters . . . before you came along with this ridiculously big cock of yours and fucked everything up. The Coven hasn't been the same without Briar. It's gotten . . . well . . . boring without my favorite bisexual party-animal around. No one ate my pussy like Briar did . . . no one."

Carmella reached over to a table and grabbed a strange looking candle. It was grotesquely thick and oddly shaped. It's yellowish white wax was the color of semen, and a sickly addictive smell emanated from the tiny orange flame at the tip. 

Carmella held the lit candle directly over the tip of Mark's erect penis, aiming right for the meatus of his urethra, and she tipped it over, pouring hot wax directly into his cock. 

"FFFFFUUUUUCKKK!!" Mark screamed as the scalding hot wax oozed down his urethra, slowly hardening as it went. Mark shook like he was in epileptic shock, and he even foamed at the mouth as he strained against the bounds, but they held fast, and he was left hanging there nearly senseless. It wasn't pain that he felt either, rather it was the desperate sort of pleasure a man felt when his cock got as hard as steel, and any sensation at all was welcome. Mark's muscular body was pushed through all the physiological symptoms of an orgasm, just without actually ejaculating, leaving him drooling and shaking like an overfucked whore.

"Good. That will stop you from cumming . . . no matter what," Carmella said with a self-satisfied laugh, and she leaned over to give Mark as kiss on his cheek, causing her huge breasts to push against his chest. "Just hang out, big boy, and let your Mistress get everything ready."

Carmella turned and let her big ass rub against Mark's balls and cock, causing him to gurgle incoherently with pleasure. She strutted around the room with a casual, confident stride, getting things just perfect for Mark's destruction. She selected a wax cylinder with some smooth, sexy music and put it on the phonograph she had in the corner. Then she threw some logs into the iron stove, warming the room to almost uncomfortable levels. With every step she slowly stripped off her latex clothing, first freeing her gargantuan breasts from their tight constraints. Mark strained to get a look at her nipples, but they were covered by black pasties in the shapes of 'Xs, and that small denial was enough to almost physically hurt him. She peeled down her latex booty-shorts next, revealing a tight little thong underneath. 

Carmella grabbed a bottle of massage-oil and began liberally dumping it all over her breasts and stomach, moaning loudly to herself as she rubbed it in with her hands. She came back to Mark like this, shimmering erotically like a living statue, her big tits shining like two globes of polished silver, and with the most arrogant look on her face imaginable. 

"Do you want me to touch you, Mark?" she asked breathlessly. 

Mark had forgotten how to say "yes" but he did grunt and plead with his eyes. 

Carmella got close, so close that he could feel the heat from her thighs caressing his agonizingly hard penis. She leaned over, slowly bringing her juicy lips down towards his cock, preparing to kiss his penis's helmet with her big, succulent,wet, hot mouth . . . but she didn't. Instead Carmella stopped a millimeter from his penis, and she just blew on it. 

"Fu-fu-fu-fu-FUCK!" Mark cried, desperate for release. His balls were turning into burning coals in his scrotum, scorching him from the inside, and his cum felt like molten lead. 

Carmilla laughed wickedly, took one of her thickest dildos, and rammed it into Mark's mouth. The heavy rubber blocked his throat, gagging him, reducing his screams to muffles.

"Sorry, kid," Carmella laughed as she stepped back, and shook her big tits at him mockingly. "We're not here for your pleasure. We're here for mine. Let me tell you what's happening, not that it'll matter, or that a dumb piece of shit like you will even understand. Briar probably told you that the Purple Haze Coven specialized in two kinds of magic: drug magic, and sex magic. Well I happen to be proficient at both, and I combine them like no other witch (except Briar) can. I use drugs to fuel my sex magic, and I use sex to make my drugs. The semen of a virile young man like yourself is particularly potent for my alchemy, and the more concentrated it is the better it is for me. I could start milking you right now like a faggot-cow or something, and make a lot of mediocre potions, but I'd rather do this right."

Carmella stretched and leaned back against a couch, smiling up at Mark like a cat at a caged bird. She grabbed the nearest dildo and brought it to her lips so she could kiss it, lick it, and suck it like a popsicle, and once it was wet she pushed it against her engorged pussy. 

"I'm going to torture you Mark. I'm going to tease you. I'm going to kiss you, lick you, suck you, fuck you a little, and let you watch as I beat my pussy up with every dildo in my collection. I'm going to do some really twisted and sick shit in front of you, Mark, but I'm not going to let you cum. I'm going to keep you on the verge of orgasm for as long as I can, probably until it kills you, and when your balls literally explode, that's when I'll collect my milky white gold. That cum will brew me up a potion worth a king's ransom. You're going to make me a very rich witch, you little bitch." 

Carmella laughed, and began to masterbate, pushing down her thong just enough to push the dildo into her hungry lips, but not enough for Mark to get a good look. The horny barbarian was drooling at the mouth as he strained for a better look, and as his dangerously erect cock started to turn blue, Carmella just laughed and fucked herself. 

#

Mark had journeyed with several companions in his relatively short life, but none of them were more wild and unpredictable than his on-again-off-again girlfriend Briar Hecate, a witch. Part punk-rock, part heavy-metal, part psychedelic maniac, Briar was as likely to fuck Mark as she was to kick his ass on any given night, but the sex was so good that Mark suffered the occasional ass-whoopings. 

When they had first met, Mark had just been exiled from his clan for impregnating the chief's wife, deflowering his daughter, and sodomizing his son, but Mark was still naive and new to the world despite his brute strength, so having Briar as a guide meant a lot to him. For Mark, Briar was like a cool older sister, best friend, and sex-goddess all in one. For Briar though, Mark was little more than a playtoy with a big dick she could split the rent with. She cheated on him constantly, sometimes right in front of him, and with multiple partners. She left him one day without warning, so she could hook up with some random adventurer she had met at an orgy that Mark hadn't been invited too. To add insult to injury, Briar sold most of Mark's stuff for some quick cash. 

Mark moved on with his life, became an expert monster-slayer, and more or less forgot about Briar as he plowed his way through entire villages of young girls and their horny mothers. Later though, Mark would run afoul of Queen Tamora, the Usurper of Cytheria, after she framed him for the murder of her husband and locked Mark away in her sex-dungeon as her personal slut. Mark escaped, but only by kidnapping Tamora's youngest daughter, Princess Cadence, who became Mark's hostage and fuck-pillow for the next several days. Tamora sent her soldiers after them, but once Cadence had gotten a taste of adventure and freedom (and huge cock) she didn't want to go back, and Tamora was forced to take drastic measures. 

Tamora hired the Purple Haze Coven, a dangerous guild of witches, to hunt down Mark and capture Cadence. The champion of the Purple Haze at this point was none other than Briar herself, who thought it would be fun to fuck over her former plaything, just for a laugh. To Briar's surprise though, Mark had grown far more powerful than she could have ever expected, and he easily defeated, dominated, and fucked every Purple Haze witch that came after him, several of them losing their virginities to his massive cock. 

Impressed (and possibly in love) Briar left the Purple Haze, hooked back up with Mark, and began a turbulently sexual friendship with Princess Cadence. 

Mark was happy because he had two babes to travel with, Briar was happy because she wasn't bored anymore, and even Cadence was happy because she got to continue her adventures away from home. 

Tamora was not happy though . . . and neither were the Purple Haze Coven . . . especially Carmella. 

#

Carmella was a demoness. For hours she kept teasing, pinching, and stroking Mark's cock, all the while dancing in front of him in nothing but her thong and nipple-pasties. She'd alternate the music between genres, sometimes swaying her body to smooth sexual slow-jams, or twerking her big ass to some hot southern beat. She was a brilliant dancer; it was part of her magic, and to Mark's drug-addled brain it sometimes looked as if there were eight of her, all gyrating around the room, kissing one another, laughing at him as they danced.

The adrenaline pumping in Mark's veins kept him awake, but he was so delirious with arousal that his conscious mind would shut off for extended periods of time, and when Carmella realized that was happening she was not pleased. 

"Pay attention, you peice of shit!" she snapped, and slammed her knee up into his balls. 

THUD!

The pain was enough to make Mark's mind explode, but not enough to cum. The wax plugging his cock was keeping all his spunk nice and tight, and something about the drugs Carmella filled him with also seemed to prevent the natural process from occurring. 

"Dumb lump of muscle," Carmella said, slowly scraping her sharp nails down his bulging chest. "I'll admit that there is something . . . *primal* about you. It is natural for beasts to admire such raw physical power, but I'm a sophisticate, you see. I prefer beauty, talent, grace, and the sublime ecstasy of the female form. Briar was . . . she was perfect in every way to me . . . and you fucked her like she was some cheap whore . . . and worse . . . you made her love it. Well . . . I'm going to make you love it now . . . love getting your ass kicked."

Carmella knelt before Mark and took a hold of his massive pussy-pumper with both hands, cradling the steel-hard pole between her warm, soft breasts. 

"Does she suck your cock, Mark?" Carmella asked with tears in her eyes. Her nails were digging into the flesh of his cock. "Does she suck your big ugly cock like this?"

Carmella jammed his whole helmet into her mouth, which was like trying to swallow a small apple, and she began to bob her head up and down on the thick shaft. Carmella was really giving it her all, literally gagging herself just to get about half-way. A choking "gluck, gluck, gluck" sound came from her over-stuffed mouth, and Mark's cock began to punch the back of her throat. Thick globs of saliva oozed out of her mouth and down his shaft, dripping all the way down his aching ball-sack.

Mark felt like he was having a heart-attack, he needed to cum so badly, even though this was just a mediocre blowjob. It was pretty obvious how much of a lesbian Carmella was. She kept tonguing his helmet like she was looking for a clit, and her gag-reflex was causing her throat to clamp down on his shaft like a tight virgin pussy. Mark realized the crazy bitch was just doing it to find out how her ex-girlfriend Briar felt when she worshipped Mark's mighty idol. Briar was a champion cocksucker; she was lightyears beyond this amatuer. 

Still, there was something especially arousing about getting a blowjob from an amatuer, especifally from an amatuar who obviously hated it, but felt compelled to suck dick anyway. The look on a girl's face when she tasted cock for the first time . . . that mixed expression of disgust and curiosity . . . the way their cheeks swelled up . . . the way they'd keep going deeper just to prove themselves . . . and finally the shock in their eyes when his salty nut erupted in their mouths, and they got there first taste of seed. 

"GGGRRRR!!" Mark growled. 

It was finally happening. He was cumming. He could feel his boiling spunk pushing up the wax blocking his urethra. He was going to explode right down Carmella's throat. He was three seconds from drowning this bitch with nut.

"Mmph!" Carmella choked as she popped off of Mark's dick. Her plump lips came off with a wet explosion. "Not so fast, you little shit!"

Carmilla squeezed the base of Mark's cock with one hand, and pushed her other thumb down on the wax. She held him tight, trying to hold back his orgasm from boiling over, even if the pressure building up was getting close to snapping his dick in half. Mark was screaming into his dildo-gag and his muscles were threatening to burst, but in the end Carmilla was successful in delaying his orgasm even further, and all that escaped from the waxy blockage was a single viscous drop of pre-cum. 

Carmille brought her plump lips to Mark's helmet, and she sucked up the bit of pre-cum that had escaped. 

"Mmm . . . not bad . . . but I still prefer the taste of pussy. Speaking of which . . ."

Carmilla wrapped her arms around Mark's neck and pushed her tits against his chest. She raised her pussy up over his dick, and slowly began to grind. Her pussy was hot and wet, and as she slid her swollen lips over his rock-hard tip, little gushes of honey began to ooze down his shaft, slickening it up, tickling it, and tricking it into believing that it was about to get some release. 

Carmilla cried out as she let herself down, and Mark's third leg began to punch upwards into her cunt. Fucking Mark, even as slowly as she was, felt like getting fisted by a boxer, and Carmilla lost a bit of control as her legs began to shake, and her knees melted like wax. Her wet pussy slid down Mark's full shaft, and her big ass slammed down on his balls. 

"Holy shit! You're fucking huge!" Carmilla cried as she began to bounce up and down, driving a twelve inches of cock in and out of wet, hot, gushing pussy. She was cumming right away, and as she did she squeezed Mark's neck and bit his shoulder. Tears rolled down her cheeks as freely as juice did from her cunt, and she allowed herself to cum again and again as she fucked her big toy. 




Mark's Comeuppance



Poor Mark though, he thought he was cumming, but he wasn't. Sensations like earthquakes shook his cock. He was trying to cum, his cock was trying to erupt, but he simply couldn't. 

"One more . . . one more . . . one more . . . FUCK!" Carmilla screeched, slamming her ass down one last time so hard she nearly broke Mark's bounds, and she came so much that it looked like she was pissing on Mark's dick. Juice ran down his balls and legs like waterfalls, and it almost five minutes before she was able to push herself off. 

Carmilla slowly stood up and let Mark's cock drag across her big ass as she turned around. She strutted to her wall of dildos, swaying her luxurious body, and when she got there she giggled like a girl in a toy-store shopping for a new doll. Finally she selected one of her larger, blacker, more uncomfortable looking dildos, and Mark could hear her snapping it into the latex holster of a strap-on.

"You almost popped, Mark," Carmilla said, sliding the latex harness around her waist, and pulling a tight latex thong up between her buttocks. "You almost climaxed without my permission. Naughty, naughty little boy. I think you need to be punished . . . or rewarded, when you think about it. You fucke fucked my pussy, I should get to fuck yours."

When Carmilla turned around Mark nearly fainted, and he could feel his tight anus puckering in dread. Jutting from her waist was a big, black, rubber dildo that curved upward and an awkward angle, and the head was smoothly hooked like a soft harpoon. The thing was almost a foot long, but it was the dildo's thickness rather than its length that made Mark whimper. 

"Like it? It's a cast," Carmilla said. "Of a female-gnoll's pseudo-penis. Amazing monsters, gnolls. The female's of the species are more aggressive, large, and sexually dominant than their male peers, and their clitorises actually grow to lengths and thicknesses much larger than any male cock. I especially like the little hook on the tip. It really locks the pseudo-penis in place. That way, it only withdraws when I want it to." 

As she strutted back over, Carmilla grabbed another bottle of lubricant, most of which she dosed onto her own body. The viscous liquid oozed over her breasts and stomach, and from there she let it drip onto the shaft of her big dildo. She worked the lube into her breasts, stomach, and dildo, making everything as slippery and shiny as wet metal.

"You haven't gotten to see my nips yet, have you bitch?" Carmilla asked, her fingers sliding over her slippery tits. "Well I think you deserve a little treat before I ruin your ass."

Carmilla bit her lip and smiled wickedly as she slowly peeled the black pasties off of her nipples, and when they finally popped off Mark began to salivate. Pink, perky, and as erect as little rose-buds, Carmilla's nipples were just begging to get sucked. Like the sprinkles on top of two scoops of ice-cream, seeing them made Mark just want her that much more. 

Carmilla chuckled to herself as she slid her oily body around Mark, letting her round breasts drag over his chest, obliques, and back. Her nipples were actually quite soft compared to what he was use to, but in his hyper-sensitive state they felt like hot claws cutting across his flesh. Her rubber cock dragged over Mark's own cock, and slid over his rock-hard ass. 

"Mmmph . . . Mmmph . . . Mmmph," Mark mumbled, but the rubber gag stuffing his throat kept him from begging. 

Carmilla wrapped her arms around Mark's neck and bit his earlobe. He could feel her probing the tip of her cock against his anus. He'd been fucked up the ass before, and he usually like it, but only when he was calling the shots. 

"Little pig, little pig, let me in," Carmilla whispered into his ear, laughed, and then slammed her powerful hips upward.

"MMMPH!!"

Mark saw stars as the dildo slid all the way into his ass and slammed into his prostate like a battering-ram to a castle gate. 

"Wow . . . such a tight little ass," Carmilla laughed, grinding her breasts against Mark's back. "I'm going to enjoy breaking you in, bitch."

Carmilla had been an amatuar when it came to blowjobs, but she was a fucking master when it came to strap-ons. She started by gyrating her hips slowly, driving the dildo up at different angles, and judging by the way Mark reacted which were the most sensitive. She had one arm around his neck, nearly choking him, and another around his waist so she could jack his huge cock. She wrapped her legs around his beefy thighs, and held him tight. 

"Do you like getting fucked, bitch? Do you like the way this feels?" Carmilla asked as she quickened her pace. Her hips began to slap against Mark's ass, filling the room with a loud clapping, and each thrust of the dildo struck deep with a heavy thud. 

The worse part was that Mark was enjoying it, he was enjoying it so much he was sure it would kill him. With the ass-fucking and the handjob working in tandem, Mark felt like his entire being was getting fucked. 

"I wasn't joking early, bitch," Carmilla hissed in Mark's ear. "I'm literally going to make your balls explode. I've done it before . . . but never with a pair quite as big as yours."

Carmilla let go of Mark's neck, crouched down, and continued to fuck his ass while giving him and handjob with one hand, while she smacked around his balls with the other. 

The over-stimulation was too much for Mark. The world began to spin. His body felt like it was melting as if it were made of hot wax, and the dildo fucking his ass was a red-hot iron-poker. A sickening weight grew in his balls, and he knew that it meant they were minutes-maybe seconds away from popping. 

SMASH!

Suddenly the door to Carmilla's sex-dungeon exploded, sending big shards of wood sliding across the floor. 

"Carmilla . . . what the fuck are you doing with my boy-toy!"

The young woman who walked into the sex-dungeon was tall, slender, and extremely fit. Her warm brown skin was toned with lithe muscles, especially in her abdominals, and although her butt wasn't especially large, but it was solid. Her breasts weren't much more than a handful, but there were perky, firm, and capped by remarkable stiff brown nipples. She was entirely naked except for her leather boots and wide-brimmed leather hat . . . a witch's hat . . . both of which had a purplish hue. She tossed the hat aside, revealing her long black hair that was styled in a mohawk along her scalp, and fell into a long braid that almost touched the floor. 

"Briar!" Carmilla gasped. 

"Brrrr," Mark mumbled.

"Carmilla . . . get that dildo out of my toy's ass, or I swear I'm going to make you eat it!" Briar threatened.

"Briar, baby. I can explain," Carmilla said in a pleading tone. 

Briar wasn't having it. She raised up her hand and a violent wave of magical energy bolted across the room. It mostly passed through Mark's body like a warm breeze, but it struck Carmilla with the force of a hurricane. Carmilla was sent flying into the wall, but her dildo was so embedded in Mark that it wouldn't come out, and instead Carmilla's belt snapped.

"Briar . . . baby . . . please," Carmilla groaned as she tried to stand up. 

Briar waved her hand again, and Carmilla was sent flying through the air. Her body struck the wall of dildos, smashing apart the shelves, and she hit the ground hard amongst an avalanche of sex-toys.

"I broke up with you Carmilla," Briar said, strutting over to Carmilla's prone body, and she she got to it she slammed one of her high-heeled boots down on Carmilla's breasts. "I got bored of the way your pussy tasted. Get over it."

"You . . . you got back together with Mark after breaking up with him," Carmilla said, looking up at Briar with tears in her eyes. 

Briar shrugged. "That's because he got interesting again. I don't need to explain myself to some tired cow like you, but if your plan was to get fucked by me again, congratulations! You're planned worked."

Briar stepped back and waved her hands. Camilla's body was lifted into the air, and her legs were pulled apart as if by invisible hands. Brair grabbed Carmilla's ass and dove face first into the witch's pussy, shoving her long tongue deep into Carmilla's foulds, and grinding her lips against the woman's engorged clit. 

"Oh . . . Oh Briar . . . HOLY SHIT!" Carmilla squalled as her first orgasm hit her like a mule-kick to the brain. If Carmilla was all about denial, Briar was all about excess, and she held nothing back as she devoured Carmilla's pussy. "Fuck . . . fuck . . . FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"

Carmilla began to squirt so copiously that Briar had to stand back. 

"Hahaha!" Briar laughed, letting Carmilla's hot juices gush all over her face and breasts. "You always were a gusher, Carmilla. Just a big, wet, juicy whore."

Briar waved her hand again and undid the spell. Carmilla wiggling, orgasmic body fell to the floor with a heavy thud. Carmilla moaned with pleasure from her post-orgasmic state, but also from the pain of dropping a sudden six feet onto her back. 

"What do you say Mark? Ready to cum?" Briar asked. Without waiting for an answer, she twirled her finger, and all of the leather cords binding Mark's arms and legs suddenly snapped. 

Mark landed on his feet, but his legs were so shaky that he fell on his ass. The dildo in his ass was rammed up a little deeper, but he was too out of his mind to even notice. Mark did pull the dildo out of his mouth tough, and struggled to rise up. His body ached like he had just spent an eternity in the gym pushing heavy weights. 

"Come on, stud. Right here. Mommy Briar baked a hot pie for you," Briar laughed. She had rolled Carmilla onto her knees, pulled up her ass, and was spreading the witch's cheeks wide open for Mark. Carmilla's dripping wet pussy was pink, puffy, and just begging to be crushed. 

Mark found the strength to stand, to run, and he rammed his cock so deep into Carmilla's pussy that it punched the bottom of her stomach. 

"FUCK!" Carmilla screamed, feeling her pussy being pried open to widths greater than her forearm. 

Mark growled like a tiger as he grabbed Carmilla's ass cheeks and began pounding her pussy with the force of a horny bull. Each thrust knocked her down into the floor, filling the room with a THUD, THUD, THUD. Briar encouraged Mark to fuck Carmilla even harder by biting his nipples, and reaching around to play with the dildo still in his ass. 

All Carmilla could do was scream and whimper as a puddle of cum began to grow underneath her. Mark was literally fucking the juice out of her. 

"Enough with her pussy," Briar ordered. "Fuck the whore's ass."

Mark was too out of his mind to follow orders, to Briar had to kick him in his stomach to dislodge his cock, which she then aimed at Carmilla's soft, vulnerable rear-pussy. 

"Briar! Baby! No!" Carmilla whined. 

"Shut the fuck up, sweetie. You're so pathetic when you beg," Briar said, rolling her eyes and sitting down on Carmilla's back to keep her in place. "Fuck her Mark. Break her ass in half!"

Mark clenched his teeth as he drove his cock in. Carmilla was tight, so tight that it hurt to fuck her ass at first, but once Mark broke past the halfway point, he was able to slam the rest ball's-deep with no resistance.

"AAAAAAGHH!!" Carmilla screamed as a painful orgasm shot up her spine and into her brain. 

"I said SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Briar yelled, grabbing a small dildo and ramming it down Carmilla's throat to gag her. 

Mark fucked Carmilla's ass like he was trying to kill her, his muscular hips beating down on her cheeks like a drum. The defeated witch wiggled and squirmed trying to get away, but as the orgasms started to pulverize her body all she could do was flop and spasm. Her pussy gushed onto the floor like she had a bucket of water inside her, and Mark's thrusts sent her sliding across the cum-slickened floor. Mark fucked her so hard that she'd never walk the same again, and as orgasm after orgasm washed over her brain like a flood, Carmilla could feel her intelligence evaporating. She was literally becoming a stupid bimbo. Mark was breaking her. 

"Mmmph . . . Mmmph . . . MMMPPH!" Carmilla gave one last muffled attempt of a scream, and as her pussy liquified into a hot mess, she lost consciousness and went limp. 

Still Mark continued to fuck her, even though his balls were so blue they were purple at this point, and he was seconds away from popping them. 

"Mark . . . damn . . . why haven't you cum yet, stud?" Briar asked

Mark couldn't answer. All he did was grunt and keep fucking Carmilla's unconscious body. 

Briar figured something was wrong, so she kicked Mark in his stomach so hard that his cock burst free from Carmilla's anus, and he landed on his back. Briar mounted him in a 69 position, slamming her pussy down on his face, as she took his swollen purple cock in both hands.

"Wax? Did that mean bitch plug you up with wax, Marky?" Briar snickered to herself. 

Mark was beginning to eat out Briar's pussy, and he struggled to get on top, but Briar's slender body was stronger than his at the moment, and she stayed in control. She slowly massaged his cock with both hands, and lowered her mouth over his purple helmet, sucking on it a little as she bit down on the top of the wax seal. Briar raised her head up, pulling the wax free as she did so. It took a while. Mark had a twelve-inch cock, and Briar had to pull out about eight-inches of wax to unplug it. 

The last of it came free with a slimy "POP"!

"AAAAAGGH!!" Mark screamed, and his cock finally unleashed a gushing geyser of sticky white paste. His cock pumped like a spitting dragon, unloaded a warm blast of boy-batter upwards with such force that it would have hit the ceiling, had Briar's face not been in the way. 

Briar completely miscalculated just how badly Mark was plugged up, and when the first blast of cum hit her it nearly knocked her off. The second blast hit her right in the eyes, blinding her, and the third was enough to completely cake her face under a thick layer of semen. Briar leaned back and grabbed Mark's legs in a desperate attempt to control him, but this just made his cock aim up higher, and his fourth and fifth ropes unleaded across her chest. Briar opened her mouth to say something and was rewarded with a mouthful of hot spunk. 

Groping around blindly, Briar managed to grab Mark's erupting volcano and aim it away from herself, pushing it in Carmilla's direction. Mark's spurting ejaculation flew all over the broken witch's body, coating Carmilla's hair, back, and ass underneath a heavy layer of sperm. By the time Mark's last spurt of cum fly over her big ass, Carmilla already looked like a freshly frosted cinnamon-bun. 

Briar was covered by just as much spunk though, and most of it was on her face. She swallowed as much as she could, but Mark's cum was so thick she had to chew it, and she was full long before she'd even cleaned off her face. The rest she wiped off of her eyes just so she could see. Mark was flopping around on the floor like a dying fish, his cock still oozing semen and pulsating dangerously erect. Briar mounted him again, this time sucking down most of his cock into her mouth, and with both hands she gently milked him of every last drop he had, which turned out to be a substantial amount, and she had to spit it out onto his tighs because she was so full. 

Little by little, Mark's epileptic seizures began to calm, his heart stopped beating like a drum, and his cock finally began to deflate. Almost an hour went by, and even as Mark's cock finally returned to its normal color and slowly softened, Briar was still teasing out a few stubborn drops of semen from him. 

"Damn, boy. How much nut do you have left?" Briar asked mostly to herself. Mark had lost consciousness over an hour ago.

" . . . Briar," Carmilla whimpered. She was just waking up. "I . . . I can barely feel my legs."

"After the way Mark fucked your stupid ass, yeah, I bet you can't feel your legs."

Briar got up grabbed Carmilla by her cum-soaked hair and cruelly dragged the buxom witch across the floor, out the door, and into the woods. Carmilla's curvaceous body was still soaked with cum and lubricant, so she slid across the ground like a slippery slug, even when her tits dragged. 

The light of the sun was blinding for Carmilla, since she had spent the last two days locked in her dark sex-dungeon, which in truth was just a cottage on a hill. Carmillas' dungeon was perched on a wooded hilltop overlooking a small village, just remote enough that no one would come knocking, but close enough to civilization for all the comforts. Briar hadn't had any trouble finding the place. She and Carmilla had vacationed here back when they were lovers. Many of the sex-toys were her hand-me-downs. 

"Briar! Ouch! What are you doing?" Carmilla whined, trying to wiggle free. 

"You threatened one of my friends," Briar said, dragging Carmilla over a jagged rock. "I can't tolerate that."

"But we use to be friends!" Carmilla whined. "We use to be lovers."

Briar shrugged. "Things change."

Briar dragged Carmilla over to a large ditch that was filled with mud. Exerting her full physical strength, Briar lifted Carmilla over her head, and then threw Carmilla face-first into the mud. 

SPLASH!

Carmilla splashed and flailed in the wet mud as she struggled not to drown. Her legs were still useless, so she had to crawl through the shallow parts of the ditch just to keep her head up. When she emerged she was so caked in mud and filth that Briar could barely recognize her, which she thought was funny. 

"We broke up, Carmilla," Briar said. "I didn't just leave the Purple Haze Coven because Mark 'seduced' me, either. That muscle-bound dumbass couldn't seduce a whore. He's just a cute stud with a huge cock who everyone wants to get fucked by at least once. The truth is I just got bored with you silly lesbians. I'm done with you, cunt, but I'm not done with Mark yet. If you ever threaten my friends again . . . hell . . . If I even ever SEE you again, I'm not going to stop at breaking your ass. I will fuck you to death, you boring slut."

Briar turned back to the cottage, giving Carmilla once last look at her perfect ass. "Crawl down to the village and sell your body for a place to sleep tonight. I'm keeping your house for the next couple days. Mark needs a place to rest."

Briar left Carmilla in the mud, whimpering and growling with dejection. After a few minutes of feeling sorry for herself (and masterbaring to the fresh memory of Briar's ass) Carmilla began to crawl down to the village for help, dragging her huge breasts through the mud and leaves like she was nothing but a slug. 

Briar knew that Carmilla could find help in the village, but what she probably didn't know was that there were three other Purple Haze witches staying at the inn, waiting for Carmilla to come down and party after she had killed Mark. Helena the Harpy, Licorice Whip, and another of Briar's ex-girlfriends, the necromancer Savra. The plan was they'd all hit the town and have an orgy to celebrate Mark's death, and the harvesting of his essence for their drugs. Well, that hadn't gone according to plan, but her revenge would. 

Carmilla would have revenge, and soon. The Purple Haze was going to fuck shit up tonight.



Mark's Computer



Back in early 2002 I was in my second year at University. Twenty years of age and in a new social environment, I was having the time of my life. I returned home to visit my family fairly often, though, particularly of course during holidays between terms. Usually when doing this I would be sure to see my best friend Mark. A couple of years younger, he was yet to go away to university. We made our usual plans - meet up, go to the nearest off license, get a few drinks, return to Mark's and have fun chatting and listening to music. 

"I'm just off to the toilet," said Mark, standing up. "Back in a few mins."

As per usual I was thinking of songs I had heard that I thought Mark should get and add to his playlist. This was of course in the days before easy music streaming services, so we used to download MP3s through file sharing networks. I clicked around on his computer and found the software running, and opened it. Several files were listed as downloading, and I was surprised to see the titles plainly showing it was gay porn videos.

I admit I was curious. Neither of us were particularly amazing to look at, nor were we any good with the opposite sex. Virgins, of course. And that can lead to some pent up frustrations and the mind can... wander. I'd never had a gay thought before I was 18. By this point though I had escalated through a lot of the stages. Wondered how gay man could enjoy anal. Wondered if it did actually feel good. Tried putting objects back there when having 'alone time'. Nothing too large - pens, mostly. I found myself enjoying it. Somehow this lead to myself watching gay porn on occasion. I was never exactly disgusted by the sight of naked men, though they were not something that I would say I was attracted to. And yet, seeing men have sex - that was a turn on. This changed to attraction of sorts when I started wondering what it would be like suck cock. These gay men do it, women do it, there must be something to it, right?

Yes, I had often fantasised about men, but I had never mentioned it to anyone before. Nor had Mark said anything to me about his own sexuality. Sure we had discussed sex and porn as guys do, but there was no indication he was anything other than straight. But then... I guess I hadn't given anyone any indication either.

Curiosity got the better of me, and I opened one of the videos. It seemed to be your typical standard fare, two guys going at it. That's when I noticed Mark had come back into the room. I hurriedly closed the window and briefly tried to pretend nothing had happened. Looking at Mark though, he knew what I had found.

"Ah," he said, embarrassed.

I tried to make it out to be nothing. "Yeah I just added another song to download. Think you'll like it. Another drink?" I opened a bottle for myself and one for him and handed it over. He took his seat silently. I could tell he was thinking carefully about what to say next.

"So, you saw what I was downloading then." It was not a question.

"Oh, yeah, it's ok though."

There was an awkward pause, a silence that screamed louder than anything I had heard previously. I decided to stop beating around the bush and just get things in the open.

"I had no idea you were gay. It's ok though. Doesn't bother me or anything. It's cool."

His shoulders sagged, I could see the relief in his face. "I don't know if I am gay. I mean I still like women as much as ever. I don't know. I just like the videos."

"Hey that's cool, I get that. I've never told anyone myself, but I've had thoughts about it too. Watched some."

"Wow. Really?" said Mark. "I had no idea."

For a while after this, the conversation turned back to the usual mix. Drinks were finished and new ones started, music was played and sung along to rather badly. We had both relaxed, and the mixture of comfort and alcohol brought the subject up again a couple of hours later.

"So, you know what we were talking about earlier?" Mark asked me after taking a swig of beer.

"Yeah," I replied.

"Have you ever done it? With a guy, I mean."

"No. Have you?"

"No."

"I mean, I've thought about it of course," I said.

"Yeah? What have you thought about doing?" he asked.

"Well..." I paused, wondering if I was really going to spill all my secrets here, but we had gone this far, and the alcohol had certainly lowered my inhibitions. "I've often wondered what it would be like to suck cock. I wouldn't mind trying that at some point I guess. What about you?"

"I've thought a lot about being sucked off by a guy. They say men give the best blowjobs because they know what feels good."

"Yeah that makes sense I suppose." My heart was racing at this point, wondering what would happen next. 

"Do you think you might want to try it?" he asked, "On me, I mean?"

I had a feeling this would come up, had hoped that it would, even. I was simultaneously excited and nervous. I had to be careful though; I knew for me there was no attraction to Mark - if I did this it would be purely sexual, trying new things. I said as much.

"Right, I agree. It's like... When you masturbate, it doesn't mean you find your hand attractive, right? It's just skin on skin. It'll be like that."

I nodded. My heart was racing. "So.. shall we?"

Mark reached down and unzipped, pulling his member free and gently stroking it. Already he was hard, just from the talking. I was amazed at how surreal this was. I was seeing another's man penis for the first time in person. I reached out to touch it, holding it in my hand repeating to stroke the long shaft much like I would have done with my own.

"Oh... that's nice man, very nice," he said.

"Have you measured this? How big are you?" I asked. Mark himself was around 5'6, so by no means tall, and skinny. His cock seemed fairly large, at least in my limited experience of them.

"7 and a half inches." I was impressed.

I stroked him for several minutes. I knew we had agreed to a blowjob. I knew I wanted to try it. The thought that kept going through my head was just this: If you do this, you will be a cocksucker. You can never again say truthfully that you have never sucked cock. There's no way back from this.

"Just put it in your mouth," said Mark. I decided to take his advice, and I did. I was a cocksucker.

I'm not really sure what I had expected, but it was not really any different from, say, sucking your finger. There was no particular taste, nothing to repel me at all. I tried to remember all I could about technique from things I had read and porn I had seen - careful to use lips not teeth; use the tongue to swirl around the head; move your head up and down. I was thoroughly enjoying myself.

"Oh man, this feels so good," said Mark.

I lost track of how long I was doing this for, sucking on his long dick, stroking his shaft up and down, enjoying the sensation of cock in my mouth. As my tongue flicked across the tip I encountered a sudden sharp taste; my first taste of precum. I let out a short moan.

"Fuck me, I'm enjoying this," I said, taking his cock out of my mouth for a brief moment.

"Wait!" he said, pulling back away from my head. "I want to."

"Want to?" I asked, puzzled.

"Fuck you."

"Oh man... I don't know about that," I said hesitantly, still gently stroking his hard cock. "I mean a blowjob is one thing..."

"Come on, let's try it. I'll be gentle!"

"I don't know. What if I don't like it?" I said.

"You didn't know you'd like sucking my dick until you tried it. You might love a cock up your arse. Being plowed like a bitch!" Mark said with a smile.

"OK then, you've persuaded me."

"Let's move to my bedroom," he said, zipping up his jeans. I followed him across the hall into his bedroom and closed the door behind me. I was feeling incredibly nervous, but excited nonetheless. I stripped naked whilst Mark searched around for lube and condoms, realising this would be the first time I had exposed myself to anyone since puberty. I clambered up on to the bed on all fours, my arse raised up pointing back at Mark.

"OK ready?" he asked, placing one hand on the side of my pelvis. I felt his cock brush up against my hole, and I tried to relax. 

"Do it!" I said. He pushed his cock forward, and the head popped into my hole, stretching me with every millimetre. It felt better than anything I had put up there previously, but with it came immense pain. I gritted my teeth as he slowly entered me, waiting for the moment when the pleasure would overtake the pain. 

"It's OK," he said, noticing my discomfort, "you try pushing back onto me." I did as he suggested, waiting until the pain had died down before pushing backwards. I felt his cock slide deeper and deeper inside me, causing sensations I had never experienced before.

"Oh man, I love having your cock in me, it feels amazing!" I said as I felt his balls brush against my backside. I couldn't believe I had managed to take all 7 inches!

"Fuck you're so tight!" said Mark. 

I wiggled around, enjoying the feelings and growing accustomed to having him in me. "Fuck me. Fuck my brains out!"

Mark grabbed my hips and started thrusting his cock back and forth. Each thrust sent a paroxysm of pleasure through me, and my own cock was rock hard. He increased the speed of his fucking and I could feel precum leaking from my member. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, that feels so good, mm yeah, fuck me, fuck me," I moaned ecstatically. 

He withdrew from me and I instantly missed the feeling of his cock in my hole. "Get on your back," he said. I rolled over and lifted my legs up high above my head. I started wanking my own cock as he slammed his dick back into me, thrusting away with such a ferocious pace that I felt like I would explode with an intense orgasm at any moment.

"I'm gonna cum!" he said, sweat dripping down his forehead.

"Cum on my face!" I said enthusiastically.

"Are you sure?"

I nodded. "Do it, I want a facial!"

He pulled out and quickly took the condom off and moved round to kneel beside my head, pointing his cock squarely at my face, stroking rapidly. With a loud grunt his orgasm hit, thick ropes of cum landing on me from my forehead to my mouth. On and on it went, until I felt like I was completely glazed. It was enough to tip me over the edge and my own orgasm hit, more intense than anything I had ever experienced before, my chest covered in my own cum.

We were both panting post orgasm. I began to wipe Mark's cum with my finger into my mouth, licking my lips at the salty taste. 

"I'll get you a towel," he said, getting dressed.

"Thanks," I said with a smile. "That was awesome!"

"Fuck yeah it was! I didn't know you were such a dirty bastard!"

"Neither did I! I'm pretty sure I love cock now though! Seriously man, any time you want it, my arse is yours, don't even feel the need to ask, just take me."

"I'll hold you to that," he said. I certainly hoped he would.