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A Pig's Tale

By: Best709



A weekend spent with two guys I met at an Adult Bookstore had me realizing just how much of a Pig I was after allowing them to do anything they wanted with me. And they did just that. 

So for a full two weeks afterwards, I couldn't help, at first, feeling guilty at my complete abandon. But soon I overcame that ridiculous feeling and decided to visit a notorious place I had discovered on the Internet. The postings of visitors to the place convinced me I should go and indulge my new-found status as a Pig. Comments like, "Pig heaven!" "Suck and fuck all the black cock you want!" It was quite a drive, but on a Friday afternoon I left work early and arrived at the front door at eight PM.

As soon as I walked in, the inviting, prevailing darkness pleasured my eyes and the overpowering aroma of cum overwhelmed me like a hit of Rush. My hardon jumped in my pants. My hand went to it, squeezing it. 

I was totally hard already, just walking in --because I had taken a Viagra and hour before I got there and my entire consciousness was focused on black cock. My ID and money were in my shoe; in my pocket was a new bottle of Rush and small tube of lube. I had a T-shirt on and form-fitting, silky shorts. And something deep in my gut told me this was going to be outstanding.

I went in the bathroom and removed the ID and money and put in a locker, at the last moment I placed my glasses in there, too. Now, with the darkness and no glasses, I was somewhat blind, except for close-ups. The locker key I put in my shoe; somewhat uncomfortable, but workable.

My erection's bulge jutted out as I consciously pushed it forward through the flimsy fabric of the shorts, wanting every one to know I was a hot turned-on slut and ready to suck and be fucked. I desperately wanted to go to the mysterious darkness in the back, and like one bottom said on the Internet, "You'll have black cock lined up to fuck your ass and mouth." And that was what I lusted for completely.

Booths were lined up in several rows, each leading to that dark, mysterious back area, but I entered the first booth available out of a fearful nervousness because I knew from reading about this place that if you were a bottom --or better yet, a Pig---an army of black cock would overwhelm you. That was what I desired, of course, but I wanted to set a slow pace and jump into it at the right moment.

The booth was larger than most, and I had just sat down and looked at the glory hole and a huge, uncut, black cock in a semi-state of erection, plopped thru. [I hadn't had any sex since coming down here; my last experience had been over 5 months, so I was extremely horny] The cock dangling through the glory hole was 8" and thick--and only semi-erect! The outline of the cock's head through the foreskin made it appear enormous. Like a Catholic in church, I fell to my knees immediately before it; the god before me was an idol, but I picked it up to my mouth knowing my worshipping of this idol was a deep part of my very existence--and it jumped to life in my hand, hardening and bobbing about as I lifted it to my open, eager mouth. From the booth's other side, the cock's deep black voice said, "Suck it, baby."

As I pushed the skin back over its bulbous head, the powerful, unmistakable smell of unclean cock assaulted my nose, literally and instantly filling the booth with its unmistakable aroma; and you may find this hard to believe—the smell was like an open bottle of Rush, the aroma wasn't offensive --but sexually stimulating. I took a deep hit of Rush anyway, and the drug intensified my hunger for cock; I felt wobbly, uninhibited, and drunk with raw lust. 

I would've made quite a sight as I copiously salivated, spit leaking from the corners of my mouth, my tongue stiff as a cock—and, like a reptile's, darting in and out--and my own cock dancing and leaking pre-cum in my pants. In my hands this unclean cock, so big and black, so dirty and hard--and I being nothing but an extremely horny cum-slut—just closed my eyes and held the cock's dirty head to my nose, took deep hits of its aroma as if it were a bottle of Rush, and then opened my mouth as wide as possible. 

The cock lay on my tongue, giving off a sharp, unusual taste, and hooked like a Crack addict --eagerly and wantonly sucking it off, knowing I'D WANT THIS TASTE AGAIN AND AGAIN.

From the cock's owner, I heard, "Go, faggot, suck it clean and swallow!"

The Rush had me drugged stupid --and completely and dangerously out of control, a lust storm raging inside of me--my asshole twitching and opening, begging for cock to fill it; the Viagra pumping my cock as hard as a rock, and this guy's enormous black cock capturing my complete, lustful devotion. Dirty as it was--I didn't care for I had admitted to myself long before coming here that I was a PIG. 

His tone of voice was commanding, and I knew I'd obey his every command. His cock bent downward as it began to come to complete attention, so the cock would slide down into my throat easily.

In less than a minute, I felt I had died and gone to cock sucker's heaven. I was going to let these cocks do whatever they liked with me and the kinkier the better —I am slave to black cock—I said inside my head. I felt totally submissive, a cock sucking slave as I sucked and licked with as powerful a "suck" as possible, and as I began taking the cock down my throat, gagging as the thick head stuffed my throat's passage, I moaned with sublime pleasure as this perfect cock became my world, my Master. The downward bend was at a perfect angle, and as it pushed forward--he trying to ram it down my throat—I moved forward to meet its now, at least, full-blown 10 inches of steel hardness, vowing to take it all the way.

Right then, I knew my belly would fill, and my ass would drip, with cum before leaving this place. I got all but an inch down my throat. I took out my cock and after a few strokes I came as I kept mindlessly deep-throating, working myself into a cock sucker's frenzy, knowing my belly was filled with the dirt from his cock head--and from the other side of the booth I heard deep groans of pleasure as his giant cock slid up and down my gullet. I wanted his cum within me. My hands rested against the wall and I lifted myself to meet this hard ramrod, feeling as if I were skewered on this cock as it penetrated more deeply into my throat than ever before. At full thrust, my nose hit the wall around the hole; I couldn't breathe, but I held the cock deeply in my throat as along as possible, trying to go longer each time, relishing the thought of being suffocated by this cock. 

I paused and took the lube out so the whole cock would slide down my throat. I spoke, saying I'd like to lube his cock, and he leaned down and said, "You lookin' for a lot of action, faggot?" 

I said immediately and enthusiastically, "Yeah, man!"

There was movement and I heard, "He's a Pig, man. Almost took my 10" down his throat and lookin' for action. We can have a lot of fun with him."

God, the fear alone from hearing that remark almost made my cock shoot again. But another hard, different cock came thru the hole, and I enthusiastically started to suck it. Not as long, but thicker—so getting it down my throat wasn't easy, but I did as my door opened and in came the bent downward cock. 

"Give me the lube," he ordered, and I turned and handed it to him. 

"Stand up, faggot!" I did. 

"Now turn around and bend over and suck that cock, now," [He meant the other cock still peeking in thru the glory hole.] His harsh tone turned me on even more. I lusted to be his Pig-slave.

As the other cock slowly and roughly slid down my throat, I took 2 more big sniffs of poppers, and as the drug rushed thru me something snapped inside; I gave in totally, moaning and gagging like the stuffed cock sucking Pig I am, savoring the anticipation of the out-of-control experience headed toward me like a runaway train. 

The guy behind me played with my ass, squeezing and rubbing it; I could feel my asshole opening and quivering as he roughly yanked my shorts to my ankles. My body shivered as my anus twitched like the hungry mouth of a staving man, lusting to be filled with black meat. Then, rough, hard hands slowly ran up the inside of my thighs and my legs shook from the tactile pleasure of his rough touch; one hand grabbed my balls; it squeezed them until I felt a slight queasy feeling deep inside my gut. His other hand's middle finger, then 2 fingers entered my asshole covered in lube, then 3, and he twisted and plunged them in as far as he could go, all the while squeezing my balls. I responded by shoving my ass back to greet them. I wanted him to shove his whole hand in me. I didn't shy away from his rough treatment, but welcomed it in movement and attitude.

"Oh, yeah, I own you, you mutherfuckin' white Pig," he said, "all you white Pigs love black cock."

I didn't speak as the other cock was buried deep down my throat, gagging me. "You like it rough and dirty, right, Pig?"

I couldn't answer, but a sharp hard slap on my right ass cheek and the command: "Answer me, Pig?" got my attention.

"Yes, I do," I feebly answered as I held the other cock.

Another, harder slap in the same spot and the pain shot through me like a bolt of lightening: "Answer properly, Pig."

"Yes, Master, I like it rough and dirty."

"Well, be prepared to get it, Pig." I suppressed a groan as his huge tool pushed its swollen head against my sphincter, which painfully at first resisted, then accepted, the large cock head, closing around it in a blinding split second of pain. My asshole had eagerly opened wider than ever before to accommodate his cock. 

With the cock on its way in, I put my hands up on the wall and pushed my ass back as he plowed his member up my bottom. I felt so full, and it hurt, but it hurt so "good," and I loved it. Yes, indeed, I wanted it rough, raw—and dirty. And I was getting it in spades.

The cock slammed up, up, up, impossibly deep, then up further until I felt as though it would come out my throat. Finally, I could feel his balls and pubic hair push against my buns and thighs, and he pushed again so I could feel how deep he was as my buns gripped his cock. 

I reached behind me to feel this monstrous tool filling my asshole. I felt the place where my buns were split by this firm black shaft, feeling the base of his cock, and imagined how my rear end looked with the black cock disappearing between my snow-white ass cheeks. This image was so hot I had to take 2 more hits of poppers just as he began slamming his tool into me in an increasingly rapid rhythm, at times leaving the opening and re-entering in full rhythm, and that hurt a lot; but with each occasion I began to love it. The pain and the pleasure became one.

The cock in my throat suffocated me as I was pinned between the thrusting black monster up my ass and the huge protruding cock thru the glory hole. It seemed when both cocks were into me as deeply as possible I was most turned on—of course, tempting suffocation turns one on and, when orgasming, it increases the pleasure, but it took a backseat to this anal roller coaster ride I was on. I have no idea of the time element—we could have fucked for an hour or a minute, but deep inside I felt a tremendous building, and my hands had not touched my cock--and then, seconds later, I felt my ass quiver, and I felt like my ass was falling apart as I began a second INCREDIBLE ANAL ORGASM! 

"Go ahead, Pig, oh, yeah, do it, but you ain't done yet, not by a long shot."

With each stroke of his cock, he slapped the side of my ass and I shot a load; I could feel it hitting my stomach and chest. He didn't slow down at all, but speeded up his deep thrusting and slapping. Memory fails me so I am only guessing how long I came, but it seemed like several minutes. I know I almost suffocated several times, having to back off the cock in my mouth to breathe as my cock shot cum over and over. Finally, it stopped, and my ass burned red hot.

"Oh, motherfucker, you really do like it rough and black, right?" he asked as he rammed his cock deep into my ass. 

My mouth was filled with cock, so I mumbled an answer.

He pulled slowly out, and that seemed to take forever, and I felt every inch as my rectum hugged and caressed this silken, impatient intruder. He pulled all the way out, leaving my bottom hole gaping and hungry, and I felt incredibly empty. 

He said nothing as I felt his fingers go to my stretched, open anus and apply another huge gob of lube; then the monster cock positioned itself at my exposed hole again. I pushed back on it as he pushed up, and it went all the way in, shooting up my fanny and making me almost faint with desire. I planted my feet now and got my balance as he began to fuck deep into me, pulling out almost all the way, then sinking his cock between my cheeks, only to pull out and ram it in again deeper, back and forth, in and out, rocking and holding on to my hips, pulling my hips along with the movement of his cock, pushing deep inside then grinding from side to side, stirring my guts with this impossibly huge, hard black cock. And I had again swallowed the cock thru the Glory Hole, taking it deeply down my throat to the point of suffocation again and again. I felt faint from desire and lust, wanting to just be fucked like this forever, to never stop.

I had one cock up my ass and one deep down my throat, satisfying both, and I believed I was in heaven . . . the glory hole man jammed his cock deep into my throat, the bent cock man fucked faster, deeper, and harder into my hot ass . . . all three of us grunted and breathed hard, caught up in the primal, animal lust . . . the one cock pistoned in and out of my mouth . . . the cock in my ass plunged to the hilt and froze there, impaling me as it quivered and began to spit it's hot, angry juice, and I felt hot cum splash the walls of my guts, as the slippery tool flooded it's load up my ravaged asshole . . .forcing it's load into me, slamming and shooting, spurting up my anal canal . . . the other cock then erupted into my mouth, overflowing and spilling out as I swallowed and gulped, sucking as much of it into my throat as possible. . . .Normally, I would feel finished and want to stop, but the Viagra or maybe something in me had me feeling like the complete slut I know I am; my ass was a "real" pussy and my cock just an oversize clitoris

"Don't move, motherfucker," I was ordered. The cock in my mouth slowly withdrew but the backdoor man stayed in my ass. After several minutes, the cock up my ass came out. "Turn around," he said as he loosened his belt and pulled it off. "Stand," he said, "and take off your undershirt; now, step out of your shorts, Pig," he said as he looped the belt about my neck. He picked up my clothes and stuffed them in his back pocket. 

Naked, except for my shoes, I gazed at his cock, still mostly erect, massive amounts of cum, lube and my ass dripped from it. "On your knees, Pig—now suck this cock clean. I know what a Pig likes and needs. You're goin' be my Pig this evening. I'm goin' make sure you're safe and filled with as much black cock and cum as you can take—understand?"

I was holding his semi-erect cock, coated with lube, cum and bits of my shit, in the dim light as I looked up and spoke more truthfully than ever before in my life, "Yes, Master! I am your Pig. Feed me!" 

"Oh, yeah; now, suck this cock clean, Pig, and do a good job 'cause there's a lot more waitin' for ya. And I know my Pigs, and you'll want to eat it all."

I groaned affirmatively as I enthusiastically took his huge member slowly in my mouth. At first, the taste of the debris from his cock head was strange and sour as I licked and sucked, my saliva mixing with it, filling my mouth with the bits of my own shit, cum and lube; a Pig cocktail leaking down my throat as my mouth filled and couldn't hold anymore.

"Oh, yeah, Pig, suck up that cum and shit. That's it! Oh, yeah, faggot—swallow every drop; yeah, swallow it, Pig."

As I swallowed, he shoved his cock down my throat and emitted a strange little laugh. "That's it! Oh, yeah, Pig—swallow every drop; yeah, oh, yeah, I know what Pigs like. There's a ton of that here for you, Pig," he said as he now shoved his cock slowly back and forth in my mouth, my lips and tongue scraping off any debris. "Get it all, Pig, oh, yeah."

His words and the taste in my mouth made my cock hard as never before, and like a starving man I sucked and tongue-bathed ever square centimeter of the cock clean, savoring the taste and swallowing every delicious drop.

"Oh, I can see you love that; right, Pig?" he asked as he withdrew his cock so only the head rested on my tongue. I bobbed my head yes. "Well, you need to wash that all down, Pig, so here comes your payoff," and he shoved his cock in further and began pissing. The stream overwhelmed my throat and gushed out over my chest before I acclimated and swallowed it. "He, he, he, get every drop, Pig," he said as his stream seemed to go on endlessly.

Finally, it stopped, and I wanted more cock to clean, more asses to suck, more piss.

"Stand up," he ordered, and I did. "You're on maintenance duty now, Pig," and he opened the door and roughly dragged me by the belt about my neck out into the hall. I leaned forward because of the pull of the belt about my throat as we headed for the dark back area. Luckily, I couldn't see much at all. But humiliation, nevertheless, spread over me like condiments on a sandwich as we encountered others in the dark hall. Comments flew past me; hands felt my ass; a finger slid up my ass: "I want some of this."

"You'll get all you want—when I say so, man," my Master said. The finger withdrew as we entered the pure darkness of the back. Sounds of cock sucking and ass fucking surrounded me. "Kneel here, Pig." 

I did. Gradually my eyes began to see a little--before me a man bent over taking a cock up the ass. "When you finish, my slave wants to suck and lick your cock clean."

An affirmative response came from the man, "Oh yeah --and does he want me to piss down his throat, too?"

"Oh, yeah; he's a total Pig," my Master said. And yes, he knew what Pigs liked.

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A Pig's Tale Ch. 02



Part Two: Maintenance

“Oh, yeah; he’s a total Pig,” my Master said. And yes, he knew what Pigs liked. . . .

Within a few minutes the man began to cum in the ass before me, moaning, groaning and violently slamming into the ass until he pulled out. He dangled before my face his long, thick cock --and as I guided its smeary, slippery, dripping head into my mouth the funky taste now satisfied my lust as I yanked at my own cock. Willingly, I sucked and licked the cock clean, slurping it from base to head, and his hands went to my ears and he yanked my head toward him as he pushed his cock deeply into my throat--and he let go a gushing voluminous stream of warm piss. It overflowed my mouth; he withdrew and pissed over my face, and luckily I had my eyes closed as I opened my mouth wide, my tongue extending, seeking the piss stream. A second, third and fourth stream of piss joined the first. 

“Keep your mouth open, Pig,” my Master’s voice. The streams converged in my mouth filling it almost instantly, and I began swallowing as fast as I could as my own cock exploded; the derisive laughter and comments like, “Swallow that piss, Pig” flew at me as an intense orgasm had me smacking my lips at the taste of piss. Another stream hit my ear and a few more splashed over my back. 

Finally, the streams ended, and yanked to my feet by the belt, piss and complete humiliation covered me, and I wanted more piss, more cum, more humiliation. Experiencing a trembling stupefaction and a thirst for a repetition, I eagerly followed my Master as he led me further into the darkness, and amazingly my cock throbbed and stiffened, greedy and wanting more.

I was stopped at another station, and this time a bottom’s ass was presented before me. “Suck this asshole clean, Pig; get your tongue up his ass, now!”

I spread the ass cheeks and began readily to eat the asshole, ramming my tongue in as far as I could and sucking the cum out. 

“This dude just took 6 or more cocks up the ass, so they’ll be a lot of cum for your Pig,” I heard as the bottom moaned and wiggled in pleasure as my tongue reached up into him. And the cum did just pour out of him.

He jacked his cock off, and when he began to cum he turned and shoved his cock in my mouth and filled me with his hot juice. “Piss down the Pig’s throat,” and a few moments later the cock streamed a full onslaught of piss. I felt warm and full just like the feeling you get after a big dinner as my stomach filled with piss, cum, lube and ass.

When the piss stopped, my Master led me by the belt to another area and another, and over the next hour or so I sucked and licked clean a dozen more cocks that had just shot cum up a bottom’s ass and sucked out 6 or 7 more totally-cum-filled assholes, all the while getting fucked up the ass by my Master and other dudes.

Then my Master led me to a booth. “You’re stayin’ in here and you’re gonna get some visitors, so treat ‘em right--ya hear, slave?”

“Yes, Master,” I answered and stood.

Moments later a young black dude entered the booth with his big, black cock erect and jutting out of his pants and curving upwards close to his zipper. I turned around and bent over. My gaping, open hole was slick with cum and lube, and was stretched and ready from the previous fucking. 

Again I felt hands spreading my cheeks, and I pushed my bottom back when I felt the hard, warm head of his cock touch my anus, engulfing the whole length in one motion. It rammed up inside me at an impossible angle; I felt he might lift me off the floor with his cock. It felt overwhelming, more so than larger ones. Furiously, he pounded my asshole and within a few minutes, I heard a gasp from behind me as the cock's owner felt his tool thrust to the hilt up my slim rear end, and I began to ride this long, very hard, young cock. It shot in and out of my bottom as the owner grunted, now furiously reaming my slippery asshole. 

I leaned back even further, pushing my ass out and grinding down on his cock, squeezing it with the muscles of my rectum as he grunted and fucked me in the rear. I felt him break his rhythm, and soon the wet feeling of his cum spurted into me as his black hose rammed home, deep and hard.

As he pulled out, he said, “Suck me clean, Pig!” I spin around and gobbled his cock clean, relishing the taste of ass and cum and lube. As he left, another replaced him. This one was smaller, but still 7” or so. However, as his good-sized cock slipped into my rectum, I felt my buns being very roughly squeezed and my anal area rubbed, and this action really made me hot. He fucked me hard, slamming his groin against my butt as his tool reamed into my slippery rear hole. He lasted only a few furious minutes.

No one spoke as visitor after visitor entered and then came inside my asshole. Most requested to be sucked clean after shooting their cum into my ass, and I loved every second, every drop of it. I kept taking hits of Rush, so I was literally “stoned” and responding automatically.

My cock stayed hard; my lust didn’t fade. How many came and went is only a guess, but I was tiring fast, almost exhausted when 2 older black men entered. To my surprise I felt fingers going into my ass, joining a plunging cock, stretching and violating my rectum as I fucked down on both the fingers and cock. One pulled my sphincter open, ramming his enormously shaped cock head into my anal passage as fingers opened my tail to his cock, and I grunted and groaned with the feel of fingers and cock banging and stretching my asshole.

One reached in front of me to grip my hard cock, squeezing it and jacking me off while the other pushed his meat quickly and violently in and out of my slick rear opening, which was now red and hot and sore. I felt the another man's hands on my ass now, squeezing my buns, then moving his own fingers down to my asshole and pushing them up inside me next to the pumping cock, prying my rectum open even further. I pushed my butt back onto the ramming cock and probing fingers, trying to force them ever deeper inside my bottom as my cock was jacked off in front of me. I felt myself start to cum as the activity centered in my ass grew to a feverish pitch. The cock plunged deep into me and stayed deep, pumping hot cum into my bowels as the fingers pried my hole open, and my own cock spurted it's load again, which splashed against the inside of the wall I was leaning on.

We all held still for a second, breathing deeply and panting. My legs shook from the effort and the heat of being gang-banged. The door opened; it was my Master, “Get out!” And the 2 men left and he entered the booth. “Here,” and he handed me my shorts. “You need a break, follow me.”

We walked to the left and entered a small room with a Coke machine and a few folding chairs. No one was inside but us. He bought 2 Cokes, handed me one and sat. I followed him.

Amazingly, the Viagra still had me hard. I drank from the can as he spoke, “I know Pigs and you’re a complete one. We’re gonna go somewhere else. I have made some calls. The gangbang’s gonna continue. I see your cock’s still hard—right?”

“Yeah, I want some more.”

“Good. Did you drive?” he asked.

“No, took a cab from Metro.”

“Okay, when we’re finished—and I ain’t sure when that will be; I’ll drive you to Metro. Where ya live?”

“Sterling.”

“Long way, but black cock is like prime rib to a Pig like you—right?’

“Oh, yeah.”

“Well, you’ll have as many as a dozen cocks wanting to bury themselves in your ass and mouth when we get there. You up for that?”

“Oh, yeah.”

With that --we finished our cokes and walked to his car—about 3 blocks. The drive was uneventful, about 10 minutes with more talk about black cock and the glory hole place. He offered me some marijuana and I smoked one of his joints as we drove. He went on to tell me how much safer going with him would be than staying there thru the night. I had gone for it, but a flicker of fear was present. At the joint’s end I was flying. Only my hard cock over-ruled everything.

We parked and his instructions were simple just do what he said; he was in charge and the dudes there would follow his lead, so I would just enjoy the gangbang of my life.

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A Pig's Tale Ch. 03



Part Three: Gangbang

"...he was in charge and the dudes there would follow his lead, so I would just enjoy the gangbang of my life. . . ."

The building looked condemned as we climbed a flight of stairs and entered an apartment. It was empty, garbage strew about, mostly fast food remains, no light except a small bulb burning at the end of a long hall. I was told to take off all my clothes --which I did— and my cock was as hard as a rock. In the little room back at the glory hole place, while drinking the Coke, I had taken another Viagra. So with the grass distorting reality, my asshole aching and my mind submerged in lust and abandon, I was ready to go.

We walked down the hall and I heard voices. We went into a room; only a small couch was in the center with all the cushions piled in the middle and around the room stood at least a dozen black men, some with their cocks out and hard, some limp. It was very dark—only a little light from the distant bulb peeped into the room. But as we entered, a few small flashlights were turned on us—a few comments were made but I was in such a state of panic and drug distorted reality I can't recall any of the small talk, but anticipation of sucking and being fucked by this roomful of cock ruled me, so I don't recall anything but what he said. And the gangbang started.

"Bend over that sofa, bitch" he said.

I walked to the couch and climbed on, my ass in the air. I heard the loud rustling of belts and pants being loosened, and a handful of what felt like Crisco was smeared on my butt. 

"Youall know me and this is my property, so no abusing it 'cause that dissess me—understand."

Immediately, I felt his enormous cock split my ass lips and force its way up my rectum, and another cock appeared in front of me, semi-erect, and it brushed my lips. I opened my mouth to take the black cock into my mouth as my body was jolted by the force of the ass-fucking shaft plowing into me from behind. My "ride" had begun.

The cock in my mouth almost gagged me as it fucked my pussy-mouth, but I was getting better at swallowing without gagging and took the entire length into my throat. Soon it erupted, a torrent of boiling cum gushed past my tonsils, and I gulped and swallowed it all, as the cock in my fanny also exploded and flooded my guts. 

The cock in my ass pulled out after dumping its sticky load, and it was replaced by another, and I wiggled my bottom and squeezed this new anal invader with my ass muscles, showing them I could take as much as they could give me. Doing Rush almost automatically at every opportunity.

The slippery cock slid out of my mouth and another appeared, this one already hard, and forced its massive length to the hilt down my throat, spurting cum into me after only one or two thrusts. I sucked and nibbled on it, taking the bulbous, ebony head and sucking the juice from it.

The crowd was active now, grunting and groaning as they marveled at --or reamed my insatiable rear end, or shot their load down my throat, or watched the action. I took several more cocks up my behind and down my throat, milking their cum as I took cocks from both ends. Several came and had me clean their cocks after fucking me, but others gave them a hard time saying it was their turn at my mouth. The grass made me see them as little boys stealing from an abandoned candy store, except these boys had big, hard black cocks.

All of a sudden, I heard the crowd noise die down, my mouth stuffed full of a cock squirting cum down my throat, and, turning to look, I saw a GIGANTIC black cock poised at the entrance to my bottom, ready to slip between my ass cheeks. Its sheer weight made it hang heavily; its massive length bobbing up and down like a balloon in the Thanksgiving Macy's parade. The man that owned it was at least six foot seven, 270 pounds, and the shaft itself was 12" or more long and as thick as my forearm. It was much bigger than that famous porn star.

All eyes and small flashlights were on that monster tool. The man stepped behind me as another opened my bottom, spreading my cheeks to reveal my gaping rectum, sphincter stretched wide. I did 4 big hits of Rush and I felt the huge, blunt, swollen head touch my anus and push. You could hear a pin drop as the crowd strained to see if my asshole could take this immense black cock. 

Pushing back with my ass like I was taking a shit, I felt him push forward, and the gigantic cock head slipped into my rectum as the crowd gasped. Continuing to push back on his prick - I figured if I could take the big head I could take the whole thing - as he pushed forward, this tree trunk of a member slid slowly, inch by inch, up my bottom, its massive bulk splitting my white cheeks. Moaning and groaning in pain and pleasure, I was ignored—all eyes watched the black Leviathan bury itself into my white ass. Eight inches deep, I began fucking my ass on it, slowly forcing it deeper and deeper, nine inches, ten inches . . . to show I was all 'go' I squeezed him hard with my ass, and he made a small sound of surprise and laughed. I took more Rush.

"This white pig gonna do it! He's squeezing my prick!" said the Leviathan's owner.

Now at least eleven inches deep into my rectum, his cock made me feel like I was going to explode, but I wanted it all. Pushing back, I fucked the last inch up my ass and felt all twelve thick black inches buried deep in my bottom. We both held the position for a few seconds, me relishing this hot black horse-size cock filling my ass, he enjoying the heat engulfing his cock as I continued, as best as I could, to squeeze this ass-invading monster with the muscles of my rectum.

Everyone stared at the incredible sight of my cock-filled rear end, at the contrast of black cock and white buns. No one replaced the last cock in my mouth. I was emitting deep guttal sounds of an animal as I felt my ass being totally stretched beyond imagination.

Slowly he withdrew his long, wet prick, pulling my ass back with it. It seemed to take forever. The friction caused by the sliding cock felt wonderful, and I squirmed and squeezed the slippery monster. The cock was out and the crowd gawked at my exposed, gaping hole, and then he rammed his cock back in to the hilt as I gasped and muffled my screams of pain and erotic pleasure.

"Ram 'im again, brother!" came loud taunts from the crowd. "Yeah, again; he likes it." And so he assaulted my ass like it was the door to a crack house being smashed in by the cops. My screams weren't muffled.

"Oh fuck, please stop!" I got out before a large cock was rammed down my throat, stifling my screams, and the Leviathan had an idea of his own.

He began fucking my behind like a piston, withdrawing and fucking all 12" into my bowels, which gurgled in response to the blunt intruder. His rhythm became faster, sliding in and out as I squeezed and milked and almost fainted with animal lust. My muffled screams lost deep down in my throat.

The massive prick seemed to take forever going both in and out, sliding for miles inside of me, then pulling out the same distance, faster and faster, reaming my gaping butt hole, stretching and pulling me . . . my eyes closed, and I felt different salty prick at my lips again, and I opened my mouth blindly and allowed another huge black rod to bury itself to the hilt in my throat as I chocked on the cum splashed in my throat from the last one.

I imagined the sight of my white body being assaulted at both ends by massive black pricks fucking into my ass and mouth, both of my holes being slammed and reamed by black meat as I sucked and squeezed, trying to get them to squirt their gallons of cum into me, their willing receptacle, a total cum slut Pig; and my own cock spurted a load of cum as it was rubbed into the softness of the chair arm by the huge weight pressing me down. 

My rear end bucked and jolted at the invasion of this black, wet, molesting telephone pole which rammed more that a foot deep into my hungry butt hole, withdrew, then slammed up my hole again, his huge balls slapping my thighs and buns as his prick sunk a foot deep again, now pulling out, now a foot deep again; his cock head heading the invasion, squeezing through my anal channel. The cock in my throat slid deep, past my tonsils, to brush wiry pubic hair against my lips before withdrawing, only to fuck deeper still into my mouth. This cock must be at least 11", I thought as it slipped in between my lips to slide over my tongue, past my tonsils, and deep into my throat, its musky pre-cum taste filling my senses.

It was almost impossible to concentrate on one end or another. I was in a trance from the violation to my rear end and the black prick fucking my face, but I felt like this must be heaven. I felt this was my destiny, my life's ambition, and I realized how could I ever have any other kind of sex that would satisfy me like this experience.

Around me the crowd stared at the scene, stroking their engorged cocks, splashing cum onto my nude body. Meanwhile, the man behind me sweated and grunted as his cock now sank full-length, up my butt, then pulled out only to try to shove even further into me. He rode my ass like a cowboy, his cock dipping its length into my gaping rectum. 

Suddenly, his cock planted full-length up my ass, I felt cum gushing into my bowels as he rammed and spurted his cum into my guts. The black prick in my mouth twitched, and it withdrew partway, stopping when just the swollen head filled my mouth, and cum shot down my throat and filled my mouth, leaking out between my lips. Still pulsing and spurting, the cock pushed to the hilt again in my mouth, shooting cum straight down my throat and into my stomach, flowing down to mix with the cum working it's way up my intestines from it's injection into me by the fat black prick in my asshole.

I still lay bent over the couch, butt in the air. Slowly the two cocks withdrew from my mouth and anus. They were at once replaced by new, hard cocks, which promptly pumped their loads into me, banging my face and ass and shooting their cum down my throat and up my bottom. These in turn were replaced by more and more cocks which filled both ends of my body with cum.

Finally, I had no one at either end. I felt totally spent and unable to move.

As I looked about, I saw no one. The place was empty. I lay there totally spent, my asshole so sore it would take a month to heal. Finally, I dressed and walked outside. 

My Master stood there with a cigarette dangling from his mouth. "Let's go. Time to take you to the Metro." 

On the way there, he asked me if I'd like to do it again. My cock stiffened as I handed him a card with my telephone number so we could hook up for another gangbang as soon as possible. 

He has called me numerous times and I have indulged in more and more gangbangs than I can recall, each time with the number of participating black cocks increasing --and I have been joined by a few other Pigs, too.

As a matter of fact, I'm meeting him for one this weekend.

The End