3 comments/ 9639 views/ 0 favorites Taking the Plunge By: magichandslee It seemed strange to be standing in the Doctor's office naked to the waist. There was a Nurse and two physicians there, both men. The older man, Doctor Tillman, was busy drawing little lines on me. The nurse just stayed out of the way. It tickled, I stifled a giggle. The younger man, Don Hansett looked up at me and smiled. I had already noticed that his eyes were darting to my bare breasts and away. I am also a Doctor, a G/P. The only reason I was here in the first place was due to an accident. Sally, my friend, my roommate, and also my one time Supervisor at the Health Clinic I used to work at was in the outer office. I still wasn't able to drive. We had been on the way back from the beach, just a day out, a couple of women having fun and enjoying the day. It had been hot, too hot, so we stopped for some ice cream. Sally got out, and made just a few steps when a pickup truck jumped the curb, ran down the sidewalk, knocked over a mailbox. Then it jumped the curb into the parking lot, hit me broadside in the driver's door. I had only had time to turn my head. I woke up days later in the hospital. Left arm shattered, (of course I am left handed) left leg broken, ribs broken. My face was badly swollen, my long thin nose that I always hated was badly broken, laid almost sideways on my face. One cheekbone was smashed. It wasn't good. I had cried when I saw my face. I have never been what anyone could call beautiful, at least by magazine standards. And I hated my nose, it was long and thin and looked like it should belong to someone else. Now I was horribly ugly! They put my arm back together, it will be a long time before I type 80 words per minute again, but I will. My leg is healing, it itches though. Now it was time to try and fix my face. I insisted I wanted to be put back exactly the way I was. Something in me insisted, it took me awhile to realize it was just fear. Well, I have faced fear before, I steeled myself. Doctor Hansett was to do the facial surgery, he showed me options he could do. He also mentioned a tiny bit of snugging up would take out some of the lines that were daily becoming more obvious. He used a computer screen to show me the different looks, I was indifferent, still insisting on just the way I was. Then one combination caught my eye. He sensed my hesitation, expanded the look, pulled the lines out of my face. I was suddenly interested. I liked it, I would look 30 again, and finally a nose that fit my face, no more ski slope. I laughed out loud, "That one!" almost giddy at the idea. "Then I will need new breasts." I kidded. "No reason why not." I just looked at him. So here I stood, naked to the waist, one man looking at me in obvious enjoyment, the other drawing on me. The whole thing was unreal, exciting. I felt the marker touch my nipples, he drew a line around each one. I almost fell to my knees, they both realized, of course. My nipples were extended a full half inch. "Sensitive?" "Yes, very." Doctor Tillman spoke briefly to Doctor Hansett. "The surgery can cause you to lose sensation." Doctor Tillman said, matter of factly. "But we do have another option." He reached out with a warm cloth, removed the markings, and drew a tiny line under each breast. "If we go in this way, it saves the sensation. But we won't do as large an enhancement." "How large?" I asked. "To keep the incision as small as possible, oh, say perhaps a "C" cup." I looked down at myself, now not quite a "B", closer to and "A". In fact, bras have just one function on me, they help to make an evening gown look right. A "C" cup! God. I made my decision. "OK. Let's do it." Doctor Tillman did the paperwork, I signed the disclaimer. Everything done at once, new nose, new breasts. I could feel the dull and steady ache in my left arm. New robot arm, too. It was only one day later, I lay there as the mask came down over my face. I started the count as instructed, and just as I was starting to panic and change my mind I was out. It was done. I woke up hours later, it was dark. Within seconds, the door opened and the same Nurse from the day before came in. "How you doin' honey?" she asked brightly. Well, I felt sick, swollen, sore and generally a mess. "All right." "Good. No food for tonight, just rest and stay still." I brought my right hand up to my breasts, bandages. I slept. It was the next day when Doctor Tillman came in, followed by Doctor Hansett. "Well, let's see." I mumbled something in reply, off came the wrappings on my face. He held up a mirror, I looked at myself. Black eyes, puffy red cheeks, I was awful. But my nose! It was discolored, still puffed up, beautiful! The wrinkles around my eyes were gone. I could already see the change, even swollen. "Now the other." I sat up carefully, they unwrapped my upper body. Someone else's breasts came into view! A full "C" cup, easily! I started to cry. Doctor Hansett reached out and touched my hand. "We need you to stop that." I did. "May I?" he asked, pointing at my breasts. I nodded, he reached out and lifted each one carefully, checking the incisions. They were very small. I used the mirror to check, the lines from the blade were still red, the flesh pulled together by tape instead of stitches. What I could see would have no scar or very little. Then he touched my nipple on my right breast, the familiar tingle flooded though me. Both nipples crinkled and extended. "Sensitive?" "Yes." He smiled. "I think we have outdone ourselves, you will look 15 years younger." "15 years?" I thought. "And you will knock them dead on the beach in a Bikini!" "What Bikini?" I grinned. They left and Sally came in. The nurse was placing a support bandage under my breasts. "Holy shit, girl! Look at those boobs!" She gave me a gentle hug. "Going to be all right." Yes, I think so. Lee PS: Some of you asked for a picture, I never would. Now I will, just as soon as I heal up. Taking the Plunge Brian had been curious for as long as he'd been aware of and readily accessed online porn. For the most part he'd come to figure it was fairly normal, almost like the curiosity about what sex would be like with a woman. There had to be a reason why guys seemed to enjoy having sex with each other and a reason as to why both men and women alike enjoyed giving head. Yet, there was that social barrier that kept him still from actually committing himself to trying it out. It's not like he was against the idea, not in the least, instead it was like a magnet trying to pull him in. Temptation often found the better of him, luring him to chat rooms and adult advertisements where he would peruse the ads gazing longingly at the other men and many a time jealous of what he saw as people who had freed themselves from the shackles of Puritan society. He had admitted to himself that he found cock's to be beautiful, long ones, short ones, thick or thin, and a rainbow of colors. About the only thing he didn't like was when they stuck out of a wildly untamed bush of fur, Brian kept his very closely trimmed and personally thought that was much more attractive. At least, it allowed him to admire the full length, each vein and bit of skin. Brian had even gone so far as to purchase a couple of toys for himself and had gotten to the point that routinely he used a plug, it just felt good. On rare occasion, usually when he was very horny, a bit drunk, or often both he'd take out of one of the dildo's and practice giving it head. It wasn't like he couldn't get laid, in fact he had a steady girlfriend and had been quite open with her about his thoughts. For her credit, she was fairly open to the idea and often times dropped hints about strap-ons. Yet, there was something he couldn't quite get past and that was the thoughts that had been drummed in that being gay was somehow wrong. As he longingly gazed at a picture, Brian sighed heavily, agonizing over the choice. Up from the desk he rose and began to walk towards the kitchen, pausing to look in a full body length mirror along the way. Brown eyes looked over the lean body, clad in just a pair of blue boxers. He'd been on the university swim team and while not able to keep up the level of workouts thanks to having to have a real job, Brian had been able to keep most of the pounds off. Just enough gained that he no longer sported a six pack but was still on the lean side. Attracting attention, from both sexes, generally proved to not be a problem and he'd had his fair share of girlfriends. Only, it just never seemed that he was able to get completely comfortably close with them at least not enough to share his secret. Inside he longed for a woman that he could trust to not go running for the hills should he mention his interest in men, perhaps to even be so generous as to use a toy on him. Once in a while he dabbled on BDSM sites but Brian wasn't so sure about becoming completely submissive to a woman in order to live out this fantasy. Submission just wasn't something he was completely keen on. A sigh as he went on with his day, some days it felt like this craving was taking over his life. Brian was fairly sure he was closer to being bi, he still found women attractive but there was something about a throbbing hard cock that was impossible to resist. Household chores were done, not so much that they needed to be but that the distraction was desperately desired. Heck, he even went and mowed the lawn even though it was a couple of days before needing to be done. Yet nothing was taking his mind off of the topic at hand, there had been some days where it had stuck around but this was setting a new record. Almost reluctantly, as Brian hated the tease of it, he sat down at the computer and perused through local ads, most of which he recognized but there were always a few new ones. Lips twisted to a smirk, as much as he enjoyed viewing pictures of other guy's hard members, it had just never settled quite right with him to use them as a profile picture. Don't ask why, he wasn't sure, it was just a pet peeve of his. Perhaps it was just that nagging voice in the back of his head that tried to tell him that he shouldn't be attracted to cock. Whatever the reason, he would have to admit that his own profile picture was his dick and there was no picture of his face available on the profile. "Damn hypocrite," he muttered to himself with a little smile. If Brian had to guess, it was the shame he felt at his interest in the same sex, someday he promised himself, he would be willing to admit it in public. The pointer wandered across the screen as Brian scrolled through the profiles, occasionally pausing over a picture to read the blurb on the person. Over time he'd figured out about what he was looking for, more of a friend with benefits scenario, while he was open to the idea of eventually possibly having a relationship with another man he just wasn't ready to commit to one just yet. At the same time a onetime deal kind of repulsed him, both in that it would be only one time and that most of the guys he found looking for a one time meeting tended to be cheating on their wives. Brian had been in enough relationships with women to know that the phrase "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned" was all too accurate and had no desire to deal with the repercussions of a cheating spouse. After a bit, and all the profiles checked, the browser was turned towards an adult forum where he often chatted with other folks of the same mindset. The group tended to be pleasing to chat with, especially since it was a mix of men, women, and transgendered people who chatted about their various experiences. In all honesty there were a few guys on there he wouldn't have any issues with meeting, having gotten to know them so well over the previous year of being on the board. There were even a couple of guys that Brian suspected were somewhat close to him. How close though, he wasn't sure. 'Settlers Park' was the title of the private message that popped up on his screen. He blinked a few moments, wondering what the heck was going on, that was the name of a park only a few miles from his home. Well, it was the name of a number of parks he bet, perhaps just mistaken for one of the other ones or maybe someone recognized something from a post of his, damned nerves. Nah, couldn't be that he figured and clicked upon the message button. Hey PittFan, Saw your post about taking a walk through the park to celebrate Spring coming and realized that some of the sights you saw sounded really familiar. Would you be describing Settlers Park, the one in PA? I go there on occasion, it's about an hour away or so, nice place but more importantly I didn't realize you were so close! Well, guess you didn't either, but anyways nice to know someone with the same mindset isn't so far away. Maybe we should get together for a beer sometime? Matt Well, that was a bit of a surprise to him, as it would be to most folks he supposed at least not the ones actively seeking on the boards. His cock twitched a little bit and he felt a bit of spit form in his mouth, Matt had posted a picture before, from chest to knees. The man had a nice body, a bit of definition and a little hair on his chest. His cock, well, it wasn't the biggest by any means in fact it was probably a bit smaller than average maybe even five inches long, but it was a very nicely shaped cock, uncut, and important to this newcomer was that it wasn't an intimidating size. Granted Matt hadn't mentioned anything sexual in nature but the man had admitted on the boards to being quite interested as well so it might just pan out. With a deep breath, he hit the reply button: Matt, Yes, that would be the park. That might be fun, I'm free on Saturdays and The Walkers Pub usually has decent drink specials until five if that sounds fine to you? Brian Yeah, it was short, he just wasn't sure what else to say really and his head was spinning a bit. In a way he felt like he did when he was a freshman in college amidst all the women all over again and yet, he didn't. It was an odd feeling, but very exciting to be sure and the rest of the day would be spent checking on the computer for a message back. It finally came just as he was getting ready for bed. Brian, Walkers Pub would be fine, say around 2pm then? Lavender polo shirt and most likely the only person there who won't be popping their collar. Never did understand that trend. See you there! Matt Brian felt a little thrill course through his system, next weekend couldn't come fast enough, like anyone needed a reason to look forwards to the weekend. With a happy sigh, off to bed he wandered to wonder what the weekends adventure would bring him. The week, as usual, went fairly slowly with the only exception being coming home and checking his messages on the forum. It turned out they both had gone to the same community college, just a few years apart. Matt had taken judo at the studio next to where Brian had spent afternoons surfing the internet and sipping coffee. Both shared a passion for fly fishing and hiking, Matt had done the Appalachian between Maryland and Massachusetts while Brian was well versed in the trails between the Great Lakes. All this only further excited Brian, at the least he might have someone to hit the trails with. Saturday morning was spent doing his usual cleaning up of the house, it was always a bit amazing at how much one person could dirty up in a week. Music throbbed out of the speakers as he worked through the townhouse from top to bottom. Once the house was clean it was time to clean himself off of the sweat gained from running around. Up the stairs he went, pausing only to peer over the railing that lined the loft and look down at the living room. He just loved the airy feeling that the layout had, even though changing the lightbulbs in the light hanging out just beyond the loft area was a real chore. Thank goodness for LED bulbs, that's all he had to say. Clothes were stripped off and thrown into the laundry basket alongside the master bathroom adjoining the loft bedroom. It had taken quite a bit of time to redo the bathroom, the previous owner had left it in 1970's fashion and he'd put in a lot of time learning how to tile and plumb the room. The rest of the townhouse hadn't been as in need of work, but the bathroom was the one thing he'd really focused on. Water knobs were turned and his favorite part of the room came alive, the shower was done up to have an almost waterfall effect. It had been something he'd always wanted after getting to experience one on a cabin retreat and each day he savored the feeling, nothing like it. The air was a bit on the humid side and if it wasn't for the occasional breeze it would have been rather oppressive. Dark clouds not far off in the distance promised of evening storms to come but for now it was nice to walk through the park. He made a quick pace along the trail, hurrying towards the pub. The air was alive with the sound of jazz coming from a band housed in the gazebo at the center of the park. Inadvertently his pace shifted along with the beat of the music and he hummed along, thankful to have a bit of a distraction for his nerves. Up the steps he went, loafers lightly tapping on the slate stairs and through oaken doors. A pause to look at his watch revealed he was quite early and a quick glance revealed no one matching Matt's description and photos so he made his way over to the bar and took a stool to wait, ordering an Elijah Craig bourbon with a splash of water to help pass the time. As the clock ticked away and the liquor slowly disappeared Brian felt a bit of sinking feeling that perhaps his friend wasn't going to be coming. He'd been stood up before, as most guys had, but still it wasn't a great feeling in the least. Just as he was getting ready to give up a flash of lavender appeared amidst the growing crowd at the door. Once he got a glimpse of light brown, curly hair a sigh of relief slipped from his lips and his left hand was raised to try and catch Matt's attention. Matt was a little late, he knew it mostly because he always ran a couple of minutes late wherever he went. No idea why, just one of those people he supposed, either way it seemed his luck was holding out when he spotted Brian still seated at the bar. A sigh of relief as he trotted over and flashed a smile, "Hey." Brian returned the smile, "Hey yourself. Shall we get a table while the getting is good?" He nodded over at the growing line of patrons then rose up to go to the hostess stand. After a brief conversation he returned to the bar, "It will be a few minutes, care for a drink? I'll get this round." He ordered a Makers Mark Old Fashioned and waited to see what Matt ordered. A little grin cracked his lips as he noted the man ordering a whiskey sour with Crown. Matt returned the grin, with today's ready supply of a variety of cocktails it was getting hard to find someone who had taken the time to learn to enjoy the taste of whiskey. The last time he met someone they were drinking a vodka soda, well that didn't last long as their personality seemed about as bland as the drink. Things were looking up. The hostess came and tapped Brian on the shoulder then motioned towards an empty table. When he rose she spun about on her toes and stepped lightly to the table to wait for them to arrive. She gave them the standard greeting and their menus, then off to her stand. They both studied the menus while sipping their drinks, idly chatting away and waiting for their waiter. The early dinner was a light affair for both, each seeming to try to avoid the greasy usual pub fare as if they both wanted to avoid having something heavy residing in their stomachs. Both also called it quits after two drinks as if their minds had both been made up. Brian kept track of this fairly closely, as his mind indeed had been made up so it was to no surprise that when he offered Matt a drink at his place the man accepted. The walk through the park back to Brian's place was as equally brisk as the walk to the pub earlier, the only exception being that they were dodging puddles left behind from the rain earlier. He felt almost giddy with anticipation and nearly dropped the keys when they were pulled out. "Care for another drink," he asked after walking through then nodded at Matt's request for a beer. "Beer before liquor get sick quicker, liquor before beer never fear," he chuckled, going to the fridge to retrieve a pair of beers. He took a seat on the couch next to Matt, handing him the beer and taking a sip of his, contemplating the next move. The outline of Matt's cock was visible against the khaki pants, it was obvious he was aroused and yet Brian was unsure of what to do next. A part of him, a very large part of him wanted to drop to his knees and finally taste another man's member and yet, that taboo resided as a nagging voice. For what felt like forever he mulled this over, then feeling like he was being rude his eyes raised to look at Matt's face. Matt could feel the desire radiating off of Brian, he'd been there once before himself. So he bid his time, after all if Brian chickened out while the blue balls would not be pleasant the afternoon had been pleasant and perhaps they would remain friends. One look in Brian's eyes was all he needed, the lust was there, it just needed a nudge. "Go ahead, it's ok..." He smiled at the grin and watched his friend slide off the couch and to the floor. The nod of Matt's head seemed to shut up the nagging voice, Brian let himself relax into the moment and sunk to his knees. Fingers were still a bit nervous and trembled a little as he reached for the zipper. Slowly he undid it, and followed with the belt and button. Fingers still trembling, they latched into the hem of Matt's pants and boxers, sliding them down slowly and helped when Matt rose up off his butt. The pubic hair came into view, neatly trimmed close, and was followed by the base of his cock. For a moment Brian paused, it was like he'd reached a mental line and once crossed there was no going back. He hesitated and then all of the desire, all of the late nights spent searching for the perfect first partner came rushing forth and with a surge of adrenaline he pulled the pants down hard, straight to Matt's ankles in one smooth motion. For a couple of seconds Brian just started at the cock standing proudly before him, noting the veins pressed against the skin and the smooth head. His hand slid up Matt's thigh to allow fingers to encircle the shaft, then slowly begin to stroke it. Gently he played with the cock, almost gingerly in a disbelief he was actually doing this, he actually had another man's cock in his hand. Then reality began to sink in and he finally started to get serious about pleasing the man this cock was attached to. Slowly his face got closer to the rigid member, tiny bit by tiny bit until he was close enough to touch the head with the tip of his tongue. Daringly he stuck out his tongue and caressed over his head, internally he laughed at himself as he tasted the other man but recalled what an old girlfriend had told him, how she equated it to sucking on her finger. In a lot of ways it was no different, at least the feeling in his mouth. The taste was a bit salty, presumably from a bit of sweat from trying to get to the bar on time, but he didn't find it unpleasant. His lips wrapped around the head of Matt's cock and slowly he licked around the tip and applied a gentle suction, treating it like he would a large clit. Brian's hand continued to stroke the shaft, slowly adding speed to the movement, his fear of gripping too hard gone. Matt watched, pleased at the scene before him and thrilled that the man had chosen him to be the first to penetrate his mouth. His fingers stroked through Brian's hair, encouraging him to continue. The other man wasn't without talent, crude may it be, but in time Brian might turn out to be a pretty good cocksucker. Until then, so long as the man wished, Matt would be more than willing to let him practice. A blink and slight wince, the first lesson would be about how to keep his teeth away from the sensitive flesh of another man's cock. While he was sure Brian knew not to scrape with teeth, he probably didn't know the tricks. The time came all too soon as far as Matt was concerned, though he could tell that Brian's jaw was getting a little sore from being held open all of this time. He let Brian work him till it was almost too late, then grasped his hair with just enough force to pull back and spurt upon Brian's chin and throat. Fingers stroked through the man's hair for as long as he remained kneeled. Brian stayed on the floor for a few extra moments, just taking in what had occurred, letting his brain process the information. As the realization sunk in all he really felt was tired, very tired as the adrenaline faded away. A little smile crossed his face, Brian was willing to bet that Matt was going to have to deal with the all too typical post-orgasm sleep need. He rose up and gestured towards the upstairs, "Shall we go somewhere more comfortable?" When Matt nodded, he led the way upstairs, stripping off his clothes and jumping into bed, curling up against Matt when he followed suit. It felt right, pressed up feeling the other mans muscular chest against his back. Eyes faded off to sleep, finally feeling the comfort he'd always sought after. Taking the Plunge He knelt between Janet's spread legs as she laid face down on the bed. She could feel the burning hot stare of her husband as Vince eased the tip of his cock past the slick elastic lips of her needy pussy. She had never been unfaithful to her husband and she never would have done so if he hadn't confessed his desire to see her with another man. Janet felt the girth of Vince's long cock. It was easily the biggest that she had ever seen. She had always assumed that the stereotype of well hung black men was a fallacy but if Vince was any indication then it was certainly based on fact. Vince pushed his hips forward and his cock slid deep inside Janet's frothy cunt. She had never considered herself a size queen though she'd had one boyfriend before she got married who was really small but aside from him she'd been pleased with the sizes of her lover's cocks. Her husband Mike had a nice cock that was at least as thick as Vince's but it was at least two inches shorter and she could immediately tell that the added length had opened up a plethora of new position possibilities. "Oh god," she sighed in a thick raspy tone. The weight of Vince's hard muscular body felt incredibly erotic to her and when she felt his cock bottom out inside her she released a deep guttural moan. She glanced at her husband and smiled as she saw a look of unadulterated pleasure on his handsome face. She loved her husband and she had been taken aback when he had first confessed his fantasy to see her with another man. She was even more startled when Michael told her that it would be even better if it was a black guy. She knew that it wouldn't be a problem finding a black guy because they were always hitting on her. Janet had the thick, curvaceous body with big boobs and a fat round ass that black guys seemed to love. She had always dismissed their advances without a thought, not because she didn't find them attractive because she could certainly see the appeal, but because she had never considered the possibility of fucking anyone but her husband. Vince's hips began to jog slowly fore and aft as he let Janet get used to his big black dick. He took pride in being a good lover. He knew other experienced bulls who got by on size alone but he knew how to please a woman. The key was reading her body language and a dozen years fucking horny white wives had given him a wealth of knowledge to rely on. He had fucked his first married white woman when he was just nineteen. It was when he was still an electrician's apprentice and his boss and he both took turns fucking their horned up forty year old client. She'd insisted that they both cum inside her so she could show her husband what a "dirty slut" she was. It had been the hottest sexual experience of his life and he'd been hooked. Vince looked at Janet's husband and smiled. It had unnerved him the first time a husband had watched him fuck their wife but after the creepiness wore off he had grown to like it. He liked the power he felt making the women cum while their mostly inept and small dicked husbands watched with lust glazed eyes. Mike didn't have a small dick like most cuckold husbands and he suspected that Michael had a different reason for wanting to see his wife get fucked by another man. He wondered if Janet knew that her husband was a closet peter puffer. He hadn't always enjoyed it when the husbands sucked him off but the truth was that guys gave some of the best head. They put everything they had into sucking dick and it wasn't like Vince was doing the sucking. "Harder baby," Janet panted. She had raised her sexy round ass into the air and Vince knew that meant that she was ready for some deep dicking. He grabbed her wide hips and gripped them tight as he thrust the full length of his cock into the depths of her fertile womb. She was in her mid thirties which was on the young side for hot wives and she'd had an intelligent glimmer in her pretty green eyes when Vince sat down next to her at the hotel bar. He often went to the local hotels to pick up married women. For reasons he didn't understand that strip of hotels along the beach had a reputation as a hotbed of cuckold activity. Janet lifted her torso up on one arm and reached between her legs as she looked back at Vince over her shoulder. She was as wet as she had ever been and she flinched as her fingertips grazed her rock hard clit. She felt a knot deep inside her and it tightened with each thrust of his big beautiful dick. She thought back to the first time she saw him when he sat beside he at the bar. He was a good looking man with a fantastic body and a boyish face. He had the gift of game and within minutes she knew he was the one who would be her first lover besides her husband in a decade. Vince felt Janet's body tense and he could feel her fingers teasing her engorged labia and swollen clit. He spread his legs wider causing his cock to change its angle of approach. He knew that was the best way to push a girl over the edge because the tip of his cock would rub against their spongy gspot. Janet felt Vince's cock hitting her spot and her eyes fluttered closed. She could feel the waves lapping at her and a warmth spread outward from her womb as the tight knot inside of her released. She cried out loudly, so loudly that it shocked her, as her body tensed and released with intense waves of pleasure that left her legs weak and her body in a state of momentary sated euphoria. Her arms collapsed and her face buried in the pillows for several long moments while Vince continued to fuck her with long languid strokes letting her ride the final waves of her climax. Vince pulled his wet, hard cock out of Janet's frothy hole. It glistened with her copious juices and remained painfully hard as he laid down beside her. He flashed Janet an expectant look and then smiled at Michael as his wife crawled between his legs and started to lick and suck his big black cock. Michael's head was spinning. He couldn't believe what was happening. It had happened so fast. One moment a good looking black man had sat down beside his wife and an hour later she was kissing him in the elevator. Michael had fought hard not to stare at Vince's long hard cock when his wife stripped the powerfully built black man and dropped to her knees. He'd never seen another man's hard cock before and he'd recently become curious about what it would be like to suck a dick. He hadn't yet told Janet of his fantasy and he hoped that she would be okay with it if it happened. He had read enough cuckold stories and he could tell that Vince was any experienced bull. Janet held Vince's cock with both hands and lowered her lips to the shiny wet tip. She could smell her pungent juices on it and she liked it. She had often tasted herself on her fingers and she'd long wondered what it would be like to be with a woman. She'd been raised in a devout Catholic home and while she had largely denounced religion as a whole twenty years of conditioning had been hard to overcome. Her lips slid down his thick shaft until his glans filled her throat. With Michael she could take almost his entire cock into her throat but with Vince there was room for her hand at the base when she bottomed out. Saliva spilled from Janet's lips and soaked his shaft as her head and her hand moved in concert with one another. Her eyes closed and she lost herself in the primal act of pleasing her muscular black lover. His cock, coated with her juices, tasted divine and she purred as she sucked noisily on it. Vince beckoned Michael to the bed as Janet sucked and stroked his big cock. She was a talented and enthusiastic cock sucker and Vince was enjoying her mouth a lot but he wanted to push the envelope with them. He liked to break newbies in right and he knew that since the lived just a few hours away that there was a possibility of turning Janet into a long term hot wife lover. Michael watched Vince intently and he was sure that Vince knew his secret. His knees felt weak and he had a pit in his stomach as he joined them on the bed. He could smell the musky scent of Vince's strong athletic body mixed with the fragrant aroma of his wife's arousal and it made his cock twitch incessantly. He'd never been so close to an aroused naked man and his heart raced. At Vince's coaxing he slid his hands up the black man's taut rippled abs. His body felt smooth and warm and when Vince let out a soft moan Michael was inspired to do more. He cupped Vince's big, heavy balls and caressed his inner thigh as his wife sucked and stroked his big black dick. He bent down and kissed his wife's face and then let his lips fall to the throbbing shaft of the other man's cock. His mind reeled. He was doing it and his wide eyes met his wife's. Janet couldn't believe what her husband was doing. Michael was the last person she would have expected to do something like that. He'd never been a homophobe but he was a manly man who didn't appear gay or bi in the slightest. She felt a surge of wetness flood her pussy as her husband pushed her aside and took Vince's cock into his mouth. Her eyes remained locked with her husband's and she reached between her legs and pushed three fingers inside of her pussy. She was even wetter than she'd been earlier and watching her husband's lips engulf another man's cock was beyond words. She had secretly watched gay porn and she liked the raw primal way that the men had sex with each other. She felt like she wanted to watch her husband suck Vince to orgasm but she also felt selfish and she needed the big black anaconda back inside of her. Janet pushed her husband out of the way and impaled herself on Vince's hard wet cock reverse cowgirl style. She loved the position and the length of Vince's dick made it easier to ride him without him slipping out. Michael settled in front of his wife and pressed his lips against her cock filled cunt. He lapped at her clit with the rough tip of his pointed tongue sending her into orbit as several tremors made her body quake. He continued to attack his wife's clit until she came hard and then he slid lower and licked Vince's shaft down to his hairless balls. He liked the flavor of his salty flesh and he reached between his legs and teased his own dick. Vince slid his big hands around Janet's curvy torso and cupped her big, firm tits. He steadied himself with one hand on the bed and his hips thrust upward, his strong legs and core lifting Janet off the bed. Michael watched them fuck as he sat back and jerked his cock. The taste of sweat and pussy was fresh in his mouth and the rich scent of her arousal wafted from his face. He felt ravenous and his climax built quickly. His chest heaved and his hand slowed as he edged himself while another climax washed over his wife. She was usually multi-orgasmic but she had cum much faster and harder than she did with him. That bothered him a little but more so it excited him a lot. "I'm getting close," Vince warned. He knew how he wanted to finish and he forced the issue, lifting Janet off his cock and placing her on her hands and knees on top of Michael in the 69 position. He quickly sank his cock balls deep inside the sexy white woman's velvety cunt. He grabbed her wide hips. He liked her curves and her hips and he hoped to fuck her again if he could. He pounded her from behind hard and fast as his climax approached like a runaway train. Michael looked up at the ebony cock pounding his wife's pink pussy. Vince's big heavy balls slapped against his face and his sweat dripped into his mouth. Janet's lips descended on Michael's cock and when she sucked hard he grunted like an angry animal and pumped a tremendous load of cum into his wife's hungry mouth. She swallowed like a champ as Vince unloaded his seed into Janet's fertile womb. Vince pulled his spent, cum covered cock from Janet's pussy and dropped it into Michael's open mouth. Michael sucked his clean like a seasoned cuckold and when Janet rose onto her haunches and lowered her cum filled pussy onto his lips. Michael sucked Vince's cum from his wife's pussy and as it slid down his gullet he knew that he had made the right decision in confessing his fantasy to his wife. He swallowed every drop of cum and he knew also that it would not be the last time they brought another man into their bed. Taking the Plunge Remember when you were 10 or 11, and your buddies double-dog dared you to jump off the high diving board at the local swimming pool? Well, something like that happened to me recently, and it was the most incredible erotic experience of my life. I still can't believe I did it, but I guess if you climb up on the board often enough, eventually you'll throw caution to the wind and make that jump. My name is Dale, and I'm in my late 20s. I'm single, although I usually always have a girlfriend. I don't have movie-star looks, but I'm not ugly. I've got a thick mustache and brown hair that I like to wear fairly long. I'm of average height and weight, but I do work out quite a bit, and my job involves a lot of heavy lifting, so I'm pretty well toned. My day job is in construction, and while it pays pretty well, I know I can do better for myself. So I'm saving money to go to college. A year or so ago, my girlfriend at the time suggested that with my physique I could make a little money on the side as a male stripper. This girl knew that I'm a closet exhibitionist, and I took to the work like a duck to water. I'm strictly an amateur, in that I don't work clubs, but rather do parties and such. You'd be amazed how many horny women get off on watching a guy strip naked, you'd be flabbergasted to learn how many of them want to watch a man masturbate, and you'd be absolutely dumbfounded to find out that they get off on watching a man fuck himself with a dildo. So that's what I do, if that's what they want. I charge $100 for a straight strip show, $150 if they want me to masturbate and $200 if they want to watch me use a dildo or butt plug (or both) on myself while I stroke my thick, 7-inch cock. It's all cash, up front, so the host knows what's coming. That's to prevent anyone from causing a scene when things start getting hot. My girlfriend got my first show together, I put an ad up on the Internet, and word gradually spread that I was some real hot entertainment. You want to spice up a hen party or a bachelorette party, and I'll definitely give you your money's worth. Usually, the ladies will tip me quite generously in addition to my fees, and some have slipped me their phone numbers, which has led to some very nice encounters. One day, however, I got a call from a man who sounded as if he was in his 30s. He identified himself as Curt, and what he wanted made me pause. He was gay, he had heard about my show, and he wanted to hire me for his partner's birthday party. I had never done a gay party before, largely because I wasn't sure how I would react. You see, in addition to being something of an exhibitionist, I've had a strong desire to experience sex with a man. I don't know why, but it's been there ever since my high school days, when I'd be in the locker room shower after football practice, and size up the other players' cocks. I had never acted on this desire because, well, I was afraid I'd like it too much. I love women, everything about them, the softness of their skin, the curve of their breasts, the wet heat of their pussies, and I've never left anyone unsatisfied. I've just never found one yet that I loved enough to want to spend the rest of my life with, and when most of them find out I'm not going to commit myself to one woman, they usually drift away. But even those relationships usually end amicably, and I currently have about a half-dozen girlfriends I see who don't mind being one of the crowd. There's no deception involved; they all know up front that I see other women. I can only think of a couple of relationships that ended bitterly, and those were more the woman's fault than mine (honest). Nevertheless, I always wondered what it would feel like to suck a man's hard cock, to feel him shoot cum down my throat or all over my face. I discovered early in my teens just how sensative my anus is, and the fantasy of taking a man's throbbing erection deep in my ass and letting him fuck me until he fills my bowels with hot cream always sends my arousal soaring. That's one reason I incorporate dildoes with my act, to stimulate my arousal. Anyway, I kind of hemmed and hawed, then decided, 'what the hell, why not,' so I told Curt I'd do it. He wanted the whole $200 show, and promised I'd make at least that much, if not more, in tips. He said he had invited about 20 men to the party, but he didn't expect all of them to show. He assured me that they were all professional people, and that they would behave. We made the deal, and he gave me directions to his house. When I got to his expensive suburban home that Saturday night, there were 17 men at the party, including Curt and the birthday boy, whose name was Bob. There were men of every size and sort: three blacks, two Asians, two Hispanics and 10 whites. They were all in their 30s, most of them were well-built and looked like they had money to spare. I knew I was going to do well that night. Curt was a fairly large man, with a cheerful demeanor, while Bob was about my size and slender, with a gentle expression. After the group had had a few drinks to loosen up (except for me, I don't drink), the group descended to a cozy downstairs den that had seats enough for everyone. I brought my props in, a bag containing the tools of my trade, and a padded mat. This mat folds out to an eight-foot square "stage" that protects my knees when I start to get into the "meat" of the show, and to protect the host's floor from flying cum. I retired to an adjoining bathroom to change into my costume. I wore a black leather vest and a pair of black leather pants that resemble bicycle shorts. Underneath my shorts I had on a cloth g-string. I like the way the strap of the g-string stimulates my ass when I'm doing the full show. I had dropped a Viagra earlier, just to give me an extra boost. Later on, I would be damn glad I'd done it. Before I left home, I had scrubbed my butt real well and given myself an enema to clean out my insides. I was ready. From the host's sound system, loud dance music began to play, and I made my entrance. The room was semi-dark, with just a line of three soft floodlights hanging from the ceiling that Curt had thoughtfully trained on my mat. The room had a real sexy, seductive glow to it that turned me on. I danced suggestively, giving each guy a close look at the bulge in my pants. After awhile, my vest came off, and I made an exaggerated show of squeezing and lightly pinching my rock-hard nipples. I don't have a lot of chest hair to begin with, and I shave what I have. In fact, I shave off all of my body hair right before a show. I find it highly stimulating when I run my hands over my hairless body. The crowd was really getting into it, and I could see a lot of the men were squeezing their cocks, either with their hands or legs, trying to suppress their hard-ons, and the lust in their eyes was quite apparent as I danced real close to each man. Of course, I paid extra attention to the guest of honor, rubbing my chest against his face and lightly running my tongue down his cheek. As the music continued, I danced back to the center of the room and asked them what they wanted, and they quickly chanted for me to take my pants off. I teased them for a few minutes, showing them my perfect buns before I peeled the tight pants off and let them drop to the floor. The room went silent as they watched me dance erotically around the room. My cock was throbbing hard, and the front of my g-string was wet where it had come into contact with the leaking tip. I was as charged up as I had ever been, and I really got into it. I bent over, squatted down, spread-eagled, everything. As I danced, a slick sheen of sweat had built up all over my body, and I was ready to go a step beyond. I stepped up to Bob and got up on the sofa, where he was sitting goggle-eyed. I straddled his hips and gave him my very best lap dance, grinding first my cock, then my ass all over his crotch, where his dick was making a tent of his pants. I put my hands on his shoulders as I dry-humped him, and bent my face down until we were practically touching. My tongue slithered out of my mouth and I licked my way down his nose until I reached his lips. He couldn't help himself. He opened his mouth and kissed me, full with a lot of tongue. We kissed just long enough for him to get into it, then I pulled away. Mesmerized, he reached in his pocket, peeled a $50 bill off a roll of cash and slid it in my g-string, getting a good feel of my iron-hard cock as he did. Well, that sent everyone in the room reaching for their wallets to pull out bills, and for the next few minutes I worked my way around the room, giving all of them a lap dance and letting them cop a feel. By the time I'd gotten around to everyone, I had almost $400 hanging off my g-string. By now, I was beyond aroused. I could tell I was going to shoot an absolute fountain of cum, I was so turned on. As the crowd started up a rhythmic clapping, I started to peel the g-string off my cock. I gave them a couple for teases before I finally pulled the material down. My cock bounced out of its confines like it was on springs, wobbling wetly before their eyes. I quickly dropped my last piece of clothing to the floor and tossed it into my bag. I felt a rush roar through my body the way it always does the first few moments when I'm completely naked in front of a crowd. It is so liberating to be nude and aroused with people watching you. I shimmied my hips and waved my iron-hard cock as I danced close to each man in the room. Occasionally I ran my hands over my cock and balls, but I refrained from any serious stroking. I knew I was too turned on, and that if I fondled myself too much I'd cum prematurely, spoiling the show. I did everything all strippers do, splits, spreadeagles, bending over to show them my pink butthole, raising my legs high over my head, giving them a real good look at everything I had. At last, I returned to my mat and prepared for the climax. I spread my legs as I stood in the center of the mat, took one hand and got my cock covered with my slick pre-cum. With the other, I reached back and began to finger my ass, not really penetrating, but just rimming the hole. That alone sent spasms of lust through my body. With only my sweat as a lubricant, I pushed a middle finger in and worked it around, all the time lightly jacking my cock. I couldn't suppress a groan of lust as I slid one finger and then two fingers into my sweaty ass. I worked them in my butt with some difficulty, then pulled my fingers free. I danced to my bag and pulled out a bottle of baby oil, my dick waving seducively in front of me. As the crowd clapped and whistled, I poured oil all over my body and sensuously ran my hands all over to make sure every inch of me, except my face and hair, was covered. I dropped to my knees as I worked my cock with my hands, sometimes one, sometimes both. Reaching back, I resumed finger-fucking myself, and now it was much easier. I had three fingers pumping lewdly in my ass as I stroked my cock slowly, evenly. Looking around the room, I could see the wolfish looks and the agonized expressions as they fought the urge to pull out their cocks and join me. Little did I know... Gasping with lust, I crawled to my bag and pulled out my dong, a medium-sized, 7-inch rubber dildo. Usually, I start with a butt plug to get my ass accustomed to insertion. But not now. I was too far gone. Kneeling on my mat, my ass pointed directly at the guest of honor, I pushed the fake cock into my ass, groaning loudly as I did. I worked it back and forth with one hand while my other stroked my cock more briskly than ever. Every nerve in my body was straining to hold back the tidal wave of cum that was boiling in my balls. I swiveled around, so my cock was aimed at Bob, and lowered my body until the dong was sitting up on the mat, then I took both hands and worked my cock as I rode the rubber dong. Up and down, up and down, I was in a frenzy of lust as I worked my body on the rubber dick while masturbating my throbbing, purple cock. My body was a live wire as I strugged for control. Gasping, I asked the crowd what they wanted to see. "Cum, cum, cum..." they chanted, and I was ready to accommodate them. I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt the electric tingle in my scrotum. With a choking cry, I fisted several really hard strokes and felt a volcano roar through my cock as I exploded in as violent an orgasm as I could remember having. My first shot arced a good five feet in front of me and for the next few seconds I kept spewing out my white cream, until it was oozing out my cock to cover my hands. My chest heaving, I dropped my hands to the floor, then gingerly slid the dildo out of my ass, as the crowd erupted in applause. I bowed weakly as my host walked up to me while I pulled a towel out of my bag to wipe my hands, and to clean off my mat. He handed me a big glass of ice water, which I drained. "Great show, man," Curt said. "Really great." Curt's den opened to a back patio with a large swimming pool that he generously offered to let me use, so that I could cool off. After I stowed my stuff in the bathroom with my clothes, I walked out, still naked, to take advantage of the offer. As I did, members of the crowd, now mixing and mingling as they refreshed their drinks, shook my hand and thanked me for a great show. But the way they looked at me was a little disconcerting, for they all plainly lusted after me. I felt a strange chill run down my spine as I walked to the pool. The water was cool, but not too cold, and it was most refreshing on my super-heated body. I swam a few laps just to limber my muscles, then I sat in the shallow end of the pool and rested. I had just completed another leisurely lap when I noticed that Curt had come out and was standing by the side of the pool, gazing at me. When I reached the side of the pool, he squatted down, and I couldn't help but notice a very large bulge at his crotch. "Dale," he began. "That right there was just about the hottest thing I've ever seen a person do, and I've got to tell you that every man in there was stiff as a board. I know, because I certainly was, and I got a chance to look around at everyone else. Anyway, we've been talking, and we have a proposal for you." "A proposal?" I asked, my heart in my mouth. "Yeah," he answered. "We're willing to pay you a very large sum of money for something extra." "How much is a very large sum of money, and what would I have to do?" I asked, although I had an idea what was coming. "Two grand, cash," he said in a low voice. "If you'll let all of us fuck you." It's a good thing I was in the water, otherwise, my cock might have given me away. Here was my opportunity to finally experience gay sex - in mass multiples. This was way beyond anything I'd ever really contemplated, but the truth was, I had occasionally fantasized about doing just that, having a roomful of men fuck me and cover my body with cum. And $2,000 was a lot of money. I could do a lot with that kind of cash. Still, I had reservations, so I raised them. "If I do this, how do I know things won't turn rough?" I asked. "You have my word as a man of honor," Curt said. "None of us is into pain or bondage or any of that shit. We're all about pleasure, always have been. It's my house, and I set the rules." "OK, what about the possibility of disease?" I continued. "I don't want to leave here with some sexually-transmitted disease." Curt frowned a little at this. "Dale, I know every man here, and I can vouch for them," he said. "If any of them have anything, I would have heard about it. Like I said, we're about pleasure here." He knew my resistance was cracking, from the questions I was asking. And, despite the coolness of the water, my cock was growing at the thought of being their cum whore for the night. "Give me a couple of minutes to think about it," I said, and he agreed, returning to the house. I really didn't need to think about it, but I wanted to compose myself. Then I climbed out of the water and dried off. My heart was pounding as I walked into the den. The room went silent as I entered, all 17 men looking at me expectantly. I just smiled and ran my tongue sensually over my lips. "All right, I'll do it," I said. "Just remember that I've never done anything like this before, so be nice." At that, the crowd erupted in hurrahs, and began to gather around me. However, I excused myself to retire to the bathroom for just a minute to pee and prepare myself, while Curt passed the hat to collect my money. In the bathroom, after I peed, I looked at myself in the mirror and wondered what I'd gotten myself into. I was about to become a real-life whore, a paid sex provider, and the prospect was a little intimidating. But I had told them I'd do it, and frankly I got a thrill out of the thought that I had so aroused them that they were gladly willing to pay me a lot of money to relieve them. And I knew that if I didn't do it then, I'd never do it, and then I'd always have those what-ifs. Just then, I heard a knock on the door. I opened it, and Curt came in with a wad of cash. I noticed that he was naked with a very big, very fat cock waving in front of him. Before he handed the money over, he looked me dead in the eye and asked me one final time. "Are you OK with this?" he said. "If you're not comfortable, we can still call it off, no hard feelings. We'd be disappointed, but we all understand how it is with guys who think they may be bi." My answer was to reach up with both hands, grab the sides of his face and give him a big, deep kiss. Our tongues jousted as our lips locked, and our hands roamed over each other's torso. Then I broke the embrace, took the cash from his hand, put it in my wallet and headed out the door. "Let's do it," I said with confidence I didn't entirely feel. You could almost hear the hum of satisfaction when I walked out naked, my hard cock already wet and throbbing. They were all naked, and I walked among them, touching and caressing their bodies as they were caressing mine. It was about the most sensual thing I've ever experienced, a relaxed feeling out of sensations, sort of the calm before the storm. Some of them I kissed, some of them I wrapped my hands around their cocks to get used to the feel of another man's dick. I learned that cocks are like snowflakes, no two are exactly alike, and that thrilled me somehow. At last, I found Bob, the man of the hour. The crowd sort of parted as we came together. There seemed to be an unspoken decision that he would be first. We kissed deeply, ravenously, exploring each other's mouth's with our tongues as the rest of the group began to find places to sit to await their turn with me. Our hands roved over each other, until we found each other's cock, literally at the same moment. We were both bursting hard, and wet at the tip. I ran my hands over his chest, rolling his hard little nipples, then I bent down and licked them. I licked and kissed my way down his chest, until I was on my knees staring at his cock in front of my face. I took it in my hand and softly stroked it, as Bob moaned in acute arousal. As I watched, a big ball of pre-cum flowed out the tip, so I took my index finger and lightly rubbed the lubricant all over the head of his dick. My mouth was literally watering. Bob had a perfectly-shaped cock and nice-sized, not too long, not too fat, but just right. I inhaled his manly aroma seconds before I swiped my tongue up the underside of his dick. I licked all around the shaft, then brought my mouth to his dick and sawed his length between my lips, lapping all around it with my tongue as I maneuvered it over my mouth. When I had his cock covered with my saliva, I opened my mouth and slid his cock past my lips. I sank my mouth on Bob's hot cock until he hit the entrance to my throat, and I began to work my mouth over his tool. Taking the Plunge The moment Bob's cock sank into my mouth, I knew the reasons I'd been reluctant to pursue a gay relationship had been correct. Frankly, I found that I loved cock. I loved the feel of it, the taste of it, everything. And I quickly realized that I was good at sucking cock. I wasn't sure about the big dicks I could see some of the guys fisting, but I could take a cock the size of what Bob had, and I quickly vacuumed his cock to the hilt. I took him all the way in, then pulled him all the way back, swirling my tongue around the shaft as I did. As I sucked on Bob, slowly, sensually, I felt someone's fingers rubbing over my anus. I looked back and it was Curt. He ran his big hands over my butt cheeks, over my anus and between my legs to my throbbing-hard cock, which was already leaking fluid onto the mat. He circled my cock from behind and softly stroked me, and I hummed in satisfaction over Bob's dick in my mouth. Then he took his hand away, but only for a moment. This time he had some lubricant jelly on his fingers, and he casually slipped one of them past my sphincter and into my ass. He had big fingers, and he was slowly finger-fucking me, getting the hot lube way up inside me. Then he pulled out, added a little more lube, then pushed two fingers in my ass. I growled at that, and I licked Bob's cock with absolute lust in my eyes. I looked up at Bob, and nodded my head. "It's time for you to fuck me," I whispered, and a sort of charge rolled through the room. I was still kneeling on my mat as Bob walked behind me and got down on his own knees. Just to emphasize my willingness to be used by these men, I reached behind with both hands and pulled my butt cheeks apart, exposing my open hole, slick with lube. Bob pressed his cock to my ass and I just closed my eyes, relaxed and let him push the head past my sphincter. Because I had already been opened up during my show, there was very little resistance, and we both groaned erotically as his hot, hard cock sank into my rectum. "Ah God," I gasped as I felt his hardness begin to fill me. It didn't feel anything like a rubber cock. It had a soft hardness, if that makes sense, that was completely different from a dildo. And was he ever hot. Bob's dick felt like a warm rod scudding up my ass, and it was causing sensations like I'd never felt before. Bob quickly established a steady fucking motion in my ass, gripping my hips to pull me back and forth on his rod. I lightly stroked my own nuclear cock just enough to keep it stiff as a board. An overwhelming lust came over me, and I found myself asking for someone to come put a cock in my mouth and let me suck it off. I wanted to taste cum; I wanted to feel cum on my tongue; I wanted to have cum all over me. An average-sized white man stepped up and knelt in front of me, and I gobbled his cock into my mouth like a starving man. In no time, the two men were fucking me in tandem, pushing and pulling me on their cocks, as our groans of lust filled the room. I knew they couldn't last long. They'd been much too keyed up from my performance and the build-up to this encounter. Bob began to pick up his pace in my ass, pounding me from behind, while the man in my mouth grabbed me on either side of my head and started fucking my face hard. It was Bob who came first. With a gasp, he drove his cock deeper than ever and spewed a huge cum load into my bowels. It felt like someone had stuck a waterhose up my butt as he filled me with his hot cream. Just a few seconds later, the man in my mouth pushed his way deep into my throat and shot bolt after bolt of tangy cum down my throat. There was a slight acrid taste to it, but otherwise it didn't taste too bad. I swallowed as much as I could, but he shot so much that some of his cum dribbled out the corners of my mouth. I milked him with my lips to get the last few drops, while my rectal muscles squeezed out the last of Bob's cum. Both men pulled out nearly simultaneously, and I could feel Bob's cum dripping out of my open ass. But it didn't drop very far, because another man was already in position. He took the fat head of a nice-sized cock and smeared the cum all over the outside of my anus, then pushed his way in to the hilt. I groaned lustfully, my hard cock bouncing off my belly as I lurched back to meet his incoming thrusts. As I worked my hips over this nice, fat dong, an Asian man with a fairly small cock, maybe 5-6 inches, stood in front of me and pushed his cock into my mouth. I let him fuck my mouth at his leisure, concentrating on the cock in my ass. I could already feel the slickness of my rectum as the man fucked me in frenzied strokes. These two didn't last long at all. The Asian man spewed a thick cumload that I was able to swallow with very little trouble, and the man in my ass also shot over a half-dozen hard shots, adding his cum to what was left of Bob's load. I felt the warm cum slide down my throat as the Asian man withdrew, and I could feel cum dripping out over my crotch as the man in my ass pulled out. Next up was a large black man, and he came up to my face, knelt down and kissed me hard, insistent. He visibly savored the taste of cum on my lips, then looked me in the eye. "Are you ready for a really big cock?" he asked, and he had a really big cock. I ran my hands over the hard mahogany-colored tool, which was easily 9, maybe 10 inches long, and fat. I just nodded my head like I was in a trance, so he crawled behind me and pressed the head to my gaping asshole. It's a good thing he hadn't gone first, because if he had, I don't think I could have taken him. As it was, he stretched my anus wide then filled me incredibly deep. But once he got it all in, I went crazy, because it felt absolutely divine. I looked back over my shoulder and fairly snarled at him. "OH YEAH!" I shouted. "Fuck me hard, that's just how I like it!" I was officially in the fuck zone, where nothing else mattered but pure sexual pleasure, and I wanted this big black beauty to fuck me to oblivion. I looked over the men who were waiting and I informed them in no uncertain terms that I was ready to be used. "C'mon!" I said loudly. "I want two big ones in my mouth!" And two big ones obliged. They were both white men, one with a fairly fat 7-incher, and the other a big guy with a long fat dick. It wasn't quite as big as the ebony pleaser in my ass, but it was close, and they both stepped up to either side of my face and let me start working on them. I took them both in a hand and stuck my mouth over the one to my left, the smaller of the two. I sucked on his throbbing hard pecker, then moved to the other. I could only get about two-thirds of this guy in before it just wouldn't go in any further. I worked on him, then went back to his partner. Back and forth I went, slobbering drool onto the mat as I went from cock to cock. Meanwhile, Black Beauty was fucking me with even, steady strokes, not too fast and not too slow, and I could feel his hand reach around my waist and start to stroke my cock in rhythm to his back-and-forth thrusts. The two cocks at my head were each fucking my mouth with harder, faster strokes, and on cue, they both took their cocks out of my hands and jacked off furiously for maybe 10 seconds. I stared fascinated at their hands on their cocks, and gasped when they both exploded almost at the same time. They shot their cum all over my face in big, white gouts of semen. They covered both of my eyes, my lips, cheeks, everywhere. When they had finished shooting, I pulled the head of each cock to my lips and drained the last dregs of their orgasm onto my outstretched tongue. When that display was finished, the man in my ass said, "now it's time to really fuck you like a whore." He pulled his huge cock out of my ass, rolled me onto my back, lifted my legs high and rammed his cock back into my red, swollen ass. I gasped with pleasure as he began to fuck me at a far more brisk pace than he had earlier. Quickly, one of the Hispanic men straddled my head and pushed a fair-sized cock into my mouth from behind. At the same time, he grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs back until I was nearly bent in two, and in this position, the black guy could really hammer my ass. And, man, was I loving it! They worked like a well-oiled machine, using me like a ragdoll, drilling their cocks all the way to the hilt with no regard for me whatsoever. The guy fucking my face simply ignored whatever gag reflex I may have had left and was fucking my throat with purpose, right in time to the guy fucking my ass. I could hear gibberish escaping their lips as they fucked harder and faster. Just when I thought I was going to choke, the guy in my throat swelled and shot a tremendous load of cum straight into my stomach, and seconds later, the black guy finally surrendered his load, and I thought he'd never stop cumming. Even before he finished, I could feel his cum oozing out around the base of his cock and onto my mat. My chest was heaving when they pulled out, leaving me bereft of the cock that I had already come to love. I wasn't empty very long, however, as two more men stepped onto the mat and introduced their cocks to my eagerly waiting holes. A smallish white man knelt between my widespread legs, slid his cock up my flooded ass and quickly set up a brisk fucking pace. His cock wasn't real long, but it was quite meaty for its size, and he fucked me effortlessly. At the same time, a plumpish Asian with a good-sized cock knelt to the right of my head and offered me his cock to suck. I reached up and fed it into my mouth, licking the shaft as it scudded into my throat. I was a little surprised at how easily I'd mastered the art of deep-throating a cock. This wasn't exactly a small cock, but I was able to take this man to the hilt with a minimum of effort. I sucked his cock with long, deep thrusts, then pulled his cock out and sucked each of his low-hanging balls into my mouth, while I watched him steadily jacking his cock. Turns out, I'd been too good, because as I licked right at the sensitive place between his scrotum and his anus, he groaned heavily and shot a half-dozen thick ropes of cum over my face, adding them to the cum soup that streaked my face. Watching my face get hosed like that was too much for the man who'd been fucking my ass, because he suddenly pulled his cock out and shot his cum load all over my abdomen and over my throbbing-hard cock. He covered my dick with his cream, and when he was done, I gently massaged the hot stuff all over my crotch area. I say gently, because I was getting pretty close to cumming myself, and I was trying to delay my release as long as I could. It was agony, but delicious agony, to hold back the geyser of cum that was boiling in my balls. My attention was quickly diverted, however, when I saw the two cocks that were up next. A tall white man with a long, fat cock was kneeling between my legs, while a light-skinned black man with a long, slender cock was ready for me to suck him. The man with the fat cock maneuvered me back onto my knees, the better for me to take his big dick. I looked over my shoulder and purred. "Oh yeah, fuck me with that fat cock," I panted. "Fuck me hard with it." And, boy, did he. He pushed the bulbous head of his cock into my gaping ass all the way to the hilt and quickly began to fuck me with hard, fast strokes. I howled with pleasure and humped my ass back vigorously on his dick as we worked together for our mutual pleasure. My raging hard cock bounced off my belly as he worked me back and forth on his cock. I looked up to find that the black man had laid down on his back and was sliding up the slimy mat underneath me. He grabbed my cock and slid his lips over the head and I pushed forward to let my shaft enter his throat. At the same time, I bent over, grabbed his cock and plunged my mouth over the shaft and into my throat. In no time, we were sinuously fucking each other's mouth, while I was being drilled by the big dick in my ass. As I got royally fucked, it felt almost like I was hallucinating, even though I was stone sober. I guess I was overdosing on testosterone or something, but I actually felt like I was high just from extreme sexual pleasure. Yet every time I felt like I was close to coming, the black man who was sucking me squeezed the base of my cock to stem the flow. That didn't stop me from vigorously sucking his cock until he was humping his hips upward to drive his cock into my throat. The cock in my ass was fucking me faster as well, and the black man released my cock and groaned heavily. I pulled my mouth off his cock and lowered my head just as he shot a fountain of cum into my sweaty hair. I took the first few bolts on the top of my head then let the rest spurt onto my already-saturated face. From behind me I heard another groan and I felt a hot splattering of cum shoot up my bowels. The man underneath me rolled off the mat, replaced by an average-sized white man who grabbed my hair and drove his cock into my mouth, fucking my face like a whore. I loved it. At the same moment, the big cock that had been in my ass pulled out, and a stream of cum flowed down the backs of my legs. He was quickly replaced by the other Hispanic man, a handsome, dark-haired fellow with an average-sized cock. He slid into my ass easily, and humped me hard. I have to say that by that time, my ass was so fucked open that I could barely feel him, but I made an effort to squeeze my rectal muscles enough to give him a little friction. He'd been watching the show and waiting so long that he didn't last but a couple of minutes, and when I felt him swell up, he wrenched his cock out and splattered hot cream all over my buttocks and my red, gaping ass. Seconds later, I felt a jet of spicy-hot cum shoot down my throat. I swallowed every drop with a groan. These two fellows fell away, and I felt myself being rolled onto my back again. The third black man was taking his turn, and he had another huge cock for me. It wasn't quite as fat as the last big cock I'd taken, or as long as the first black cock I'd had, but it was plenty big and I moaned in utter lust as he took my ankles in one hand, lifted my legs and thrust his cock up me. When he was in all the way, he released my legs, and I instincively wrapped them around his waist to pull him as deep into me as he could go. I was delirious with lust as he fucked me fast and hard, then I felt my head being pulled back and another white guy with a large cock slid his cock all the way in my throat and began to fuck my face like it was a pussy. These two worked me over like a ten-dollar whore, and when they came it was like two firehoses spewing in me. I swallowed as much of the white guy's huge load as I could, but I couldn't take it all, and several big spurts of cum flowed out of my mouth, covering my nose and running down my cheeks. It was pretty much the same with the big cock in my ass. I'd been filled with so much cum that there was no place for his prodigious load to go, and it simply flowed out from around his pistoning cock in rivulets over my butt. I was practically swimming in cum by the time he was finished. I looked around the room, and realized that the only guy who hadn't cum yet was Curt, and it turned out that he had the biggest cock of them all. My throat was sore, my jaw ached, my ass was numb and my cock was so hard it hurt. I was covered in cum almost from the top of my head to the soles of my feet, but I was a long way from being through. Curt moved me back onto my knees, crouched behind me and slowly pushed his cock up my flooded rectum. In spite of all I'd been through, I felt an electric charge run through me as Curt began to fuck me with slow, but powerful strokes. From out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bob walking up to me with a renewed hard-on. He'd gone out and taken a dip in the pool, and smelled fresh and clean. I sucked Bob deep in my throat, something I hadn't been able to do earlier, and together, he and Curt fucked me leisurely. As Curt began to pick up steam, he leaned over and whispered to me. "It's time for you to cum," he said. "Show us all how much you've enjoyed being our whore. Jack off for us and shoot that load." I groaned as I took my purple boner in hand and began to stroke in tandem with the increased pace of Curt's cock in my ravaged ass. Faster and harder, the three of us worked, Curt in my ass, Bob in my mouth and me in my hands. I gave a muffled squeal over Bob's pulsing cock as I felt the quicksilver tingle of my cum overflowing from my balls. From deep in my core, I felt the cum race through my cock and explode out the end in at least a dozen hard spurts, adding my cream to the pool of cum that had dripped off my body onto the mat. As I came, I dimly heard Curt gasp and I felt like something bullets being fired into my bowels. I thought Curt's cum was going to spew out my mouth, that's how hard he came. He just kept fucking me and shooting cum, cum that had nowhere to go but down the backs and insides of my legs, to pool under my knees. Just then, Bob pulled his cock out of my mouth and added his second cum load to the mask of cum that covered my face. We gasped for breath as the power of our orgasm washed over us. Finally, Bob staggered back onto the sofa, Curt stumbled to the kitchen, and I flopped forward onto the cum-covered mat. I writhed around in utter ecstacy and felt the cum and sweat cover my body. I was so turned on by what I'd just done. Curt came back with a tall glass of ice water, and I managed to wipe enough cum off my face to gulp it down. It still left a cum taste in my mouth, which also turned me on. And I could see that everyone was still watching me with avid eyes, and, incredibly, I was watching them with the same look. I'd been fucked into a state of hallucination, but I wanted more. And for the next hour, that's what I got. Everyone got a second round with my cum-covered, fuck-ravaged body. My ass felt like a train had been driven up it, but I was utterly insatiable. When I'd rested a little bit, I had three guys in front of me alternating fucking my mouth, while my ass was being fucked. They took their time, and when they were ready to cum, they all pulled out and shot their loads on my body. The sexual delirium descended on me again, and the rest of it was a little hazy. I was able to get a general idea of who and what were fucking me, and where, but the details were a little dim. I remember that I was rolled onto my back while a white guy filled my ass and the first, big-dicked black guy fucked my mouth. When they came, the white guy pulled out and shot on my belly and cock, which was back up to nearly-full hardness, while the black guy nearly choked me with his cum load. They pulled out and a white guy with a big cock fucked my ass and another white guy, one with a smallish cock, fucked my mouth. The big cock in my ass shot his load in me, but the guy in my mouth pulled out and added his cum to my body. I think he was trying to find a spot on my body that wasn't gleaming with the reflection of cum, but I don't believe he found one. Then it was back on my knees where a black guy fucked my ass and the white guy with the big fat cock fucked my mouth. They both pulled out at the last second and shot cum on me. Throughout the second round, I was steadily, dementedly stroking my cock, which was hard as a rock again, even though it was my third hard-on of the night, coming after two incredibly intense orgasms. I think it was an Asian guy who fucked my ass next, and a Hispanic guy whose cock I sucked. They both came in me, as much as it was possible to. A white guy got my ass next, and the third black guy fucked my mouth. By this time, I'd sucked so many huge cocks that his dick entered my throat effortlessly. They fucked me for what seemed like a long time, then they pulled out and shot cum on my chest and on my back. Taking the Plunge At last, only Curt and the last of the white guys were left. Everyone else was sitting around watching, sprawled out on the sofas. Some were too exhausted, but others were working to muster up yet another hard-on. I was so far out of it, I really didn't care. I was rolled onto my back like a ragdoll, and Curt slid his cock into my throat while the other guy filled my ass. He had a really big cock, but my ass was so numb and so fucked open by then I could barely feel him. My own cock, however, was still standing up proud and tall, proof of better living through chemistry. As Curt gently pushed his cock back and forth in my mouth, he moved my hands away, bent over and slid my cock into his mouth. While my ass was getting a final fucking, Curt and I did a long, slow 69, and we came together. He shot a nice, big cumshot that I was able to swallow, while I filled his mouth with my third, and final cum load of the night. As I came, the guy in my ass shot his load deep in my bowels, and that load joined the pool of cum that I was lying in. They stepped back, and I just lay on the mat exhausted. I looked up through bleary eyes, and was stunned to see about eight of the guys with renewed erections. I managed to lift my head and croaked that if they wanted to they could jack off on me, but that I'd taken all the cock that my body could handle. So I laid back on the cum-covered mat, my entire body covered with slick, slimy cum and watched as I was surrounded by guys furiously stroking their cocks, trying to will one final orgasm. As I looked up with a weary, but bemused smile on my face, one by one they started to cum. By now, there wasn't much sperm in these cum shots, but they were wet and the orgasms appeared to be intense. When they were finished, I was literally lying in a lake of cum. I was covered with the stuff, even to my hair and the soles of my feet. As I struggled to stand up, everyone broke into spontaneous applause, and I managed a weak nod as Curt and Bob helped me off the mat. I staggered to the bathroom and was afforded the chance to shower. As I washed myself, I couldn't believe how cored open my asshole still was. When I'd showered and dressed, it was just Curt and Bob left of the party. They were dressed in long robes, and they stood up to see me out. They had cleaned up my mat and folded it up for me. "So how do you feel?" Curt asked, as he handed me my mat and my bag. "I'm sore," I said with a weary laugh. And I truly was. My ass was sore, my cock was red and chapped, every muscle in my body ached, my jaw hurt and my throat felt shredded. Good thing I was in shape. "Think you might like to do it again some time?" he asked. "Well, I'm not sure about that," I said. And truthfully, as incredible as the experience had been, I wasn't sure I ever wanted to try anything like that again. I'd scratched my itch for cock, and then some. I'd taken the plunge, and was satisfied that I could do it, but I don't know if that's something I'd want to do again. But as I thought about Curt's huge cock, and Bob's soulful eyes, I felt a stirring in my groin, and I winked at them as I shook their hands and headed for the door. "I might not want to do 17 guys ever again, but if you two want a private show some time, you know how to reach me," I said. Then we all laughed and I headed home for a well-deserved rest. Taking the Plunge Arabella whistled softly to herself as she sped down the road to the old Whitman Bridge. Her parents had allowed her to borrow the old station wagon on the condition that she be home by two o'clock in the morning. She had told them that she would be going to a party at Janie's house and then heading straight home. Like most stories told to parents on Halloween, that was a lie. Arabella was meeting David, a fellow senior, and her boyfriend of one year. David was going to take her bungee jumping off the bridge and into the ravine. That was one of the things Arabella loved about David- his creativity. How many eighteen year old seniors went bungee jumping under the full harvest moon on Halloween?! David was an avid jumper and went regularly with his parents. Arabella's parents on the other hand were disproving of such dangerous activities. But now she knew enough about the sport to appreciate the safety and planning that went into each jump. The two love birds had picked the old Whitman Bridge about two weeks before. They had carefully analyzed and tested the jump for length, cord tension, and also the area where they could hook in. David had done most of the work, but he had gently explained every step and why it meant that this would be an unforgettable experience. It was a remote location and the bridge had long been closed to rail traffic. There would be nothing to stop Arabella from having a good time tonight. Arabella reached the dirt road turn off and carefully scanned the road in front of her, looking for any sign of oncoming traffic. The old service road was off limits to trespassers. The chain lay loosely on the ground, just as David had promised it would. Once the coast was clear, the young brunette turned onto the dark unfinished road. It was very dark beneath the tall pine trees and only her headlights kept her from plunging into the brush. Arabella drove slowly not wanting to risk any damage to the vehicle. She was leaning intently forward as the car slowly climbed the small embankment to just beneath the bridge. In the distance, Arabella caught the metallic glint of David's Jeep. She was almost there. She had just started to relax when something large and dark swung across the windshield. Arabella was startled and slammed on her brakes, eyes scanning for some sign of what had just happened. Seeing nothing, she chided herself for being so jumpy. It must be the adrenaline for the jump, Arabella thought to herself. As she pulled in beside David's Jeep she noticed that he had already unloaded his stuff and headed for the bridge. She did likewise, gathering her small backpack and jacket and darting up the little path until her feet hit the solid wood planking of Whitman Bridge. As she ran, her flashlight etched a zigzagging line of light in front of her, keeping her on her feet. It wasn't long until she reached the middle of the bridge. David's rope was already hung and his gear was missing. Arabella was a little angry that he had already gone once without her. She peered over into the darkness searching for some sign of her boyfriend. She yelled down hoping for some sign of where he was. It did not take long for him to reply. "Come on down baby! We'll go again together after." His voice echoed off the steep rocky walls, repeating the phrases over and over until they faded into the darkness of the night. Arabella quickly set her harness and tightened down the straps. She fondly remembered how liberal David's hands had been when tightening the ones between her thighs and over her chest. Perhaps he would help resecure them after they were finished. Once she was sure it was on properly she attached her rope to the drop line and her harness and climbed to the top of the thick wooden beam overlooking the ravine. Arabella stared down into the bottomless darkness and then glanced skyward just as the pale yellow moon broke free of a thin trail of clouds. "Here I come!" And then she jumped. For a few seconds there was nothing as her body lay out suspended in air. Then the sudden rush of wind as gravity took hold of her. Down she flew, the wind whipping through her hair and the whistle of the rope as it dived with her. Seconds passed and as the rope began to slow her something ghastly and pale appeared on the ravine floor. Arabella let loose a scream of terror as she realized it was David. His body was stripped naked and bent impossibly across the flat surface of a stone. His penis was erect and a trickle of blood had spilled down either side of his mouth, forming a grisly grin. The image froze in Arabella's mind as she was ripped back away from the ground and carried upward into the darkness. The freedom from the nightmarish vision was short lived as fire sprung from the ground beneath her, with David at its center. A huge burning pentagram spread up the hillside, completing its star just as she reached the peak of her recoil. Then down, towards the lifeless form of her boyfriend she flew, the terrible sight once again filling her vision. His arms were flat out from his shoulders until they reached the elbows. There they were bent backward and up, clearly broken. His legs were dislocated at the hips, and twisted into a diamond shape, until his toes reached each other. It was as if he had been transformed into some monstrous marionette. The downward dive seemed to carry her into the depths of the pentagram and her rope stretched farther then it should. Instead of pulling her back it let her fly closer and closer until she had to turn her head away from the onrushing form. The hardened tip of David's dick brushed against her cheek and she was flung skyward again. The touch haunted her as she was flung upwards, back into the horrors of the night. There would be no respite for the young virgin. A creature from a different realm had chosen her to carry its child and her boyfriend had provided the necessary sacrifice. Now that she had been touched by the sacrifice, the night was his. On leathery wings he swept downwards, his unearthly eyes glowing a soft green as they scoured the night and chose their approach. Arabella felt something heavy and hot hit her back. Whatever it was, it was big and the smell of sulfur seemed to confirm its satanic nature. She began to scream uncontrollably as it hissed into her ear, a long tongue slipping from between the lipless opening and tracing a wet line over her cheek bone. The creature's feet laced around her ankles and its hands clawed at the neck of her sweatshirt. The heavy cotton material tore, too easily, beneath the powerful grip of the monster. The creature's tongue continued its dance, over her cheek and to the side of her lips, tasting her fear and saliva as Arabella continued to scream. Once her sweatshirt was fully torn, the clawed hands gripped its base and ripped it downward, timing the motion with the last seconds of another plunge. The sweatshirt went flying off and landed beside David's corpse. For all her might Arabella tried struggling and fighting against the hellish attacker, and when she found no success, she simply tried to curl in a ball. Her abdominal muscles proved insufficient for the job as the creature used his legs to keep her straight. The rebounding motion of the bungee had begun to slow and Arabella now swung wildly across the ravine as she battled for her life. But the spin was short lived as the nightmare's wings once more beat to life and pulled the two forms back up into the darkness. Arabella felt the creature's claws move to her sweat pants. She regretted now not wearing jeans, and a belt, but she had hoped that David would want more after the bungee jumping. She wanted to give him her virginity and now he was slaughtered. The sweats slid easily over her squirming thighs, the bungee cord still keeping her ankles locked together. Once they were low enough the creature clutched them with his feet and yanked them the rest of the way. Arabella was now exposed, except for the orange bra and panties she had bought specifically for this Halloween. High in the sky, the two forms hovered, the moon defining their silhouettes. Arabella tried screaming again, now that her struggles were proving useless, but there was no one for miles. She and David had chosen the site of the jump well. The creature was growing tired of toying with her and as midnight approached it knew it was running out of time. The thickly corded arms of the monster spun their captive around forcing her to stare into the green horror of the monster's eyes. The monster's face was unlike anything that Arabella had ever seen. It was as if the skin had been flayed off a living creature to expose the still functioning vessels and muscles beneath. There was no nose or openings between the glowing eye sockets and the mouth. A row of sharp fangs and an inhumanly long tongue flashed in and out as it opened and closed its jaws. Arabella's screams became ones of shear panic- short bursts of high pitched sound, uninterrupted by breathing. She tried punching and hitting and pushing the creature but it just stared back at her, its tongue darting in and out and its eyes pulsing. The beast carried them to the maximum height of the nylon cord and once again went to work on its task. The long talon tipped claws tore at the narrow sides of her panties, until they sat pinned only between her thighs. One hand pulled them free, with a sudden whipping motion and let them drop back into the air beneath them. They fluttered down, as Arabella stared after them, into the ravine. Another powerful rip of an arm and her bra went after them. Arabella was naked and vulnerable and beaten. Her screams stopped and she whimpered softly into the darkness. But it was Halloween and the beast owned the realm, at least for another thirty minutes. The creature bent at the knees and pushed Arabella's upper body away from its'. The long tongue danced free of its gaping jaw and flicked across her lips. Arabella's eyes stayed close as the tongue stroked at her cheeks and then fluttered downward. The saliva of the creature was thick and wet and dripped off of her chin to her breasts and stomach below. The tongue found her right nipple and flicked at it, causing it to jump to attention. Arabella started clawing at the beasts' chest as the tongue wrapped around her breast and began to slowly squeeze. Her whimpers increased in intensity as her fear faded and disgust replaced it. The tongue was hot and was skilled- it never left the nipple alone long enough to allow it to fade. The clawed hands found her buttocks and gripped them firmly pressing, her crotch into his. Still the tongue danced, from one breast to another, until they were both soaked in its saliva. Arabella found herself growing aroused as the tongue lashed her chest and her naked vagina was pressed into the heat of its groin. The skin of the creature was as moist as its tongue and as hot as it too. The sensation of the rippling surface of the exposed muscular structure and the heat of its fluid covering was eliciting an unwanted response in the depths of her stomach. The creature knew what it was doing. It had practiced this dance for thousands of years and it needed her to give in to its wants. Arabella's eyes stayed close, unwilling to admit to the horror she was grinding on. They would flutter open when something began to emerge from the space between them. At first it was just a gentle pressure on the lips of her cunny. It reminded her of David's finger as it sought to find her moist hole. The small pressure only grew, though. She stared down to the meeting of the monster's crotch with her own. There, something was growing from beneath some of the folds of muscle. It extended at a constant pace into her. The tip was sharply angular and wedge shaped and perfectly designed to part the moist folds of the virgin girl. The cock continued to grow, unending, into her cunt. The thing burned with an impossible heat and Arabella felt little pain as her hymen surrendered its passage to it. Arabella's whimpering again began as she sought to fight the growing need within her belly. By now the cock was stretching her to her maximum and still it grew. At its longest it was twelve inches and at its base it was eight inches around. Arabella flung her head back and let loose a long low moan as it ceased to grow within her. The thick tendrils of its muscled shaft rippled and shifted across the softness of her pussy. The creature did not move, allowing its pulsing cock to enchant its prey. Arabella hissed to herself and fought desperately to resist the urge to move upon the cock. But the burning sensation filling her with pleasure was too much. Seconds later she pressed her hips down on the cock and pulled herself into the torso of her rapist. That was the surrender the creature needed and its wings folded behind it. The two forms now joined as one plunged back towards the earth. The creature gripped its legs behind its knees and began to fuck into the virgin grip of the girl's folds. The long rod stroked in and out of her, bringing Arabella to previously unknown levels of pleasure. She was blissfully unaware of the wind rushing through her hair and across her naked body as her pussy reveled in waves of heated desire. The creature's thrusting was slow, but once the rope hit is maximum stretch, the cock was driven into the back of Arabella's cervix, causing her to let out a squeal of surprise. Then they were flying back up through the air again, the creature fucking back into her. Arabella tried driving her crotch back down onto the invading member wanting to gather as much of the explicit heat into her as possible. The creature grunted as the smooth wet grip of the inner folds of the girl's twat devoured him. It cock had not experienced the wonders of human cunt since the previous Halloween and it was loving its return. The creature was now lost in its own reverie as the bungee carried the two up and down through the cold air of the ravine. The beast's thrusting was more urgent and it knew it would soon fill her womb. Arabella's juices were flooding her crotch and her thighs and pouring down her stomach as she hung upside down. She was yelling unintelligibly as she drove her pussy over and over upon the cock within her. She wanted the beast to fill her and take her. She wanted the pull of the rough surface of the cock as it vacated her pussy before it would come plunging back in. Her head was tilted back, her breasts bared to the ground and David's sightless eyes. The creature used the last of its energy to carry them back into the sky, once again pulling the bungee tight. There he fucked at a more frantic pace until he felt his cock twitch and jump within her. Soon he could take no more and the hot demon seed flooded her pussy and its passageway. His cock kept pumping the fluid, releasing a year's worth into the young eighteen year old's twat. Arabella was sent over the edge as her clit was ground into his groin and his cock poured into her. The heat was explicit and everything she needed in life. There, high above the ground, Arabella unleashed a scream louder then any before as her pussy was flooded with her juices. It exploded into a numbing orgasm that left her shaking and shivering in the creature's clutches. Her tight cunt gripped down on the thick rod of the cock and sucked as much of its juice as it was willing to give. The creature let loose a hellish howl as its cock finished its pulsing within her. Then in an impulsive move, it slid down her waist and pulled the full length of the cock free from the grip of Arabella's hole. It scurried back up her body till its knees rested beneath her arm pits and beside her breasts. The grotesque cock now twitched and danced before Arabella's face. Looking up into the glowing green eyes of the devil, she swallowed him. Arabella had lost any sense of humanity or morality. She was lost in the realm of lust and sex and wanted to drink up the flavors of her mating with the beast. Her legs dangled beneath; her pussy lips beginning to release some of the fluid which had been stuffed deep within her. It dripped down her thighs forming a glistening hot trail on her skin. Arabella sucked and licked and slurped over the skinless dick. Her small tongue was pressed to the bottom of her mouth as she thrust her head forward and back on its length. The same heat which had just filled her pussy with desire now filled her mouth. Arabella savored the tastes of the monster's cum and the mixture of her own blood and juices. One of Arabella's hands danced over the shaft with her mouth, taking the remaining length in a partial grip that taunted the creature's thrusting penis. Her other hand now found her own cunt and toyed with the juices spilling from her hole. She urgently pressed them back into her, using four fingers to bring herself back to the edge of arousal. The creature was nearing its second release and clamped down on the back of her head with its claws and pulled her impossibly far down its shaft. Moments later a second, smaller flood of juices poured into her mouth and down her throat. Arabella let out another squeal of delight as the cock pressed into her throat and the jizz washed over her tongue. This second orgasm exhausted the creature and its wings folded into its back. Down the two hell-blessed lovers plunged, Arabella eagerly slurping on the dick of the creature as it wrapped its legs beneath her arms and around her back. She was so close to another completion as the air once again whipped up around her. The hot fluids of her mating with the demon poured over her hands as her fingers buried themselves between her pussy lips. Then the rope hit maximum coil and she was torn painfully back up, her jaw clamping shut and four inches of the demon's cock tearing free in her mouth. The beast only had a moment to ponder this sudden rush of pain, before gravity and momentum carried it downward. It would never have another thought as the cold rigid length of David's cock drove through its eye and into its brain. Arabella climaxed, shuddering quietly in the darkness as she rode out the last of the rebounds of the bungee. When the rope finally stilled, she lay out, staring at the scene beneath her. The unnatural pentagram had started to fade the moment its summoner had died. David's face still stared up at the moon, the bloody grin ironically victorious. The demon's body lay unmoving, its head crushed in the dead boy's lap. Arabella spit out the hot chunk of cock and unhooked her body from the rope. She did not bother trying to clean any of the fluids from her body. She just knelt at the side of David's head and slowly brushed the hair from his eyes. As midnight passed the demon's body crumbled to ash, leaving the naked broken body of David at the bottom of the ravine. Arabella would wake up the next morning, freezing cold and completely naked, her crotch crusted over with the devil's cum. Eventually, she would go for help and David would be carried from the ravine, where he had been sacrificed. She told her parents and the officers that she and David had been having sex while bungee jumping when he slipped free from the line and plunged to his death. Lacking any evidence to suggest otherwise, she was set free. Nine months later, Arabella would give birth to a beautiful baby boy. He had David's hair and skin and jaw. But the moment he opened his eyes to reveal a piercing emerald green, Arabella knew who the real father was. Taking The Plunge I'd been waiting for about twenty minutes before the doorbell rang. Earlier that evening I decided I would finally take the plunge and so I rang a local escort agency to arrange for a transsexual visit. This has been a secret fantasy of mine for a long time that I wanted to turn into a reality, but was too afraid to do so. However, as I was currently single and living alone, I thought... why not? I remembered my first visit to a porn shop when I was a teenager, where I discovered some transsexual magazines in a section at the back of the store. There was something incredibly erotic about the thought of fucking a girl who could fuck you back. I was never caught up on the whole, "Am I gay?" thing that some people seem to subscribe to. I've never found men attractive nor had a desire to have sex with one. A transsexual just happens to be a girl with something extra. The ring of the bell startled me out of my train of thought and I went to answer the door. I opened it to a tall, busty, blonde, wearing a black dress, covered by an overcoat. Her dress was split to the thigh, revealing a set of long, slim legs. Her bust was spilling over top of her neckline. "Hi, I'm Carol," she said. I nervously introduced myself and ushered her inside. She looked over my shoulder into the bedroom and then asked if she could use the bathroom. "Sure," I said and pointed her down to the end of the hall. "You go sit down love and I'll be right there." I stepped into my room, sat down on the edge of the bed and waited nervously. When she returned, she stood in the doorway and removed her overcoat. Underneath she had on, a black g-string and push up bra. Her breasts spilled over the top and you could see her nipples poking out over the lace edge. "Are you nervous?" she asked. "Yes," I replied. "Good, you should be," she said with a smile. Carol leaned forward thrusting her breasts into my face. I took her invitation happily and buried my head between them. They were nice and soft, and obviously natural. As I ran my hands over her breasts, I found her nipples and hungrily worked them with my tongue. As one hand ruffled my hair, the other slid down to my cock and balls. She rubbed my hardness through my pants, but then stepped back from me. "Now, let's get those pants off," she said. I slid them down and as I did, my erect cock sprang out. I had been hard most of the day in anticipation of tonight and there was some precum already showing. "Mmm.. nice," she commented. With that, she leaned over and took my cock in her mouth. She licked the head of it and her warm, tongue raced over and around my shaft like no girls had ever before. Her tongue worked wonders over my dick and around my balls, but after a few minutes I had to ask her to stop, as I was on the verge of cumming. "Hmmm," she said and looked at me. "Maybe we need to take your mind off your cock. This should do it." With that, she stood up and peeled her g-string down and off. A nice shaped cock, bigger than mine, stood up in front of me. "Suck it for me," she said and guided it towards my mouth. I opened up and took her cock past my lips. I licked the tip and then the shaft before sliding my mouth up and down her length. She must have liked what I was doing as, after about a minute of this, she grabbed my hair and started fucking my mouth. As she thrust into my mouth, I could taste her salty precum. She pulled her cock out of my mouth and rubbed it across my lips. "Your first time is it?" she asked. I nodded yes, as I was too nervous to talk. "Well how about you lay back for me honey and I'll make you feel good?" she said softly. I lay back on the bed. She reached forward, grabbed my ankles and, spreading them wide, pushed them back towards my shoulders. She reached over for the lube in her bag and, squeezing some into her hand, spread it over her cock. She leaned forward and moved her cock towards my exposed hole. She held me steady with one hand as she guided her cock to me with the other. "This might hurt a bit love, so just try and relax ok?" She spoke soothingly. She pressed the tip against my asshole and pushed forward. I felt it stop, before it found my hole and then with a further push, the head of her cock slipped inside. "Ugh," I grunted as the initial pain hit. "Hmmm," she said. "Let's go slow and try some more eh? Just relax and you'll be ok." She pushed forward some more and her cock eased in deeper. My ass hurt a bit, but nothing bad now. With the aid of a few extra squirts of lube, she worked her cock in slowly until, inch by inch, she was buried inside me. She then started fucking me with deep, slow strokes; which felt amazing. She shifted her weight, up, down and sideways, stretching my asshole wider with each thrust. Soon, she was thrusting deeper and I could feel her pressing up against my prostate, which made my cock spring up as hard as it ever has. My hand made my way to my cock and I started stroking the shaft in slow movements. "Oh honey, that looks so nice. Stroke that cock for me." And with that, she reached down to fondle my balls. I could only take a minute or two of this before I blew my load over my belly. She reached down and rubbed the cum across my belly and chest, before placing her fingers in my mouth for me to lick clean. She continued to slowly slide her cock in and out of my ass, but after a few minutes of this she moved back and I felt her cock slip out of my ass. "Will you turn over and lie face down please honey?" she asked. I did as she asked and spread my legs wide. "Now it's my turn," she said. She pinned my legs down with hers, holding them apart and I felt her probing for my asshole. When she found it, she pushed her cock in deep with one stroke. I gasped as she stretched me wide. "Ahhhh," she sighed. After a few strokes, she started fucking me fast and hard, slamming her cock in and out of me, her balls slapping against me as she went. She would pull out every few strokes and I could feel my asshole staying stretched open. It felt strange as the air rushed in, only to let out obscene farting noises when she plunged her cock back in to fill me again. She increased the pace and used the full length of her cock from tip to base, to work my hole. I could hear the squelching noises as she pumped my ass hard. I reached back to hold her arms as she fucked me without mercy. I was writhing under her as her cock continually plunged into my ass. My hole had stopped stinging now and I just felt full with each thrust. I was drenched in sweat as she pushed me down hard into the mattress with each thrust. "Oh yeah," she kept repeating as she fucked me hard, her balls slapping against mine. Finally, she groaned loudly, pressed hard against me and I felt her shudder repeatedly as the warmth of her cum filled my bowels. She stopped and let out a sigh. As she slid her cock out of me, a stream of cum followed, running down onto my balls. I looked over my shoulder and she stood there, with her magnificent tits out, wiping her cock off with a towel. "Now get dressed," she said. "I'll be back here tomorrow night at eight. I have something special in mind for you and this time it's free." With that, she slipped on her overcoat and waltzed out my front door. My cock immediately stiffened as I wondered what she had in store.