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Beautiful Boy

By: qualitywheat



I was full of cock; it was thrashing in and out of my hot wet vagina like an out of control windmill. My knees under his armpits, feet high in the air, my hands and nails digging in while holding him tight in place. I wasn't letting go of this now, not while I was getting fucked like this. I had tried my hardest not to let it happen, but he had overcome me. I was now in the throes of booming climaxes.

If my husband could have seen me he would have fainted with shock, his beloved wife moaning and groaning in complete and utter arousal, small squeals coming from my open mouth. He would see arousal that she had tried to fight off and lost unequivocally. He would have seen her grimacing in wonderful pain, eyes closed as the fabulous feeling of cock was pounding her pussy, her attacker in dominant and certain control of the situation. 

He was younger than me by fourteen years at nineteen years of age. He was fit, strong, powerful, agile, lithe, supple, hard as nails. You name it, he was there, he had it. Me? I am just your average normal fit housewife. I don't smoke, like a glass of wine or two when we go out but that's about it. I go to the gym once a week and exercise at home.

I am Callie Younger; I'm thirty three years old, almost thirty four. Five feet six inches tall, I think I am quite good looking and try to make sure I do look good in public. My husband says I always look good no matter where I am, but he would say that wouldn't he, he had better say it anyway, or else!

I have kind of dirty blond hair, it looks like two colours of blond depending on the light and I do kind of like it. It finishes just above my shoulder blades, and it is soft and clean always. My face has a nice shape; I have full lips and a mischievous grin, so I'm told.

My body is in good shape, and my extremities are all in tune with me, ie, my nipples work just fine, in fact they are too fine at times! I have good legs, they are a good shape, I am fortunate in the sense that they don't dip in and out, they seem to taper from my hips down to me feet, and if any one can wear a mini skirt and stockings, it's me!

In my own opinion of me is that I am a sexy woman and know it, I try not to flaunt and flirt, but it's difficult sometimes, when a woman goes out and she looks good, and she knows she looks good, it is very hard not to pick up on the stares and knowing looks from other men. I have to say I love it.

My husband is my second, and I am his second wife, mine was a complete and utter wanker, a loser in every sense of the word. I was told by all and sundry about him, but did I listen? Did I hell. Anyway after a few years he got the elbow big time, and after some time I met George, my now husband.

His wife had died of a long term illness, he doesn't say much about it, but he fine now and has no hang ups. Well, he would if he could see me right now; he wouldn't be a happy camper at all. His wife of five years was on her sofa under another man, boy? And I was being fucked stupid. The trouble was, I had gone from fighting and resisting, to loving every deep crunching, punching thrust, of thick heavy hard meat.

My attacker was Brandon, as I said, nineteen years old and there was no way on earth that I could defend myself from him once he had decided to do the dirty deed of, I suppose raping me. Although if a judge in a court of law was to look in and see what was going on it would be absolutely impossible for a prosecutor to convince him that I was indeed being raped. My moans and groans, my feet in the air, my nails deep in his back would have told him otherwise.

He is George's son, and my step son, when I had married his dad, he had been fourteen or thereabouts. A lovelier lad you could not have met, we got on great, he always refused to call me mom, but that didn't matter. He was good at school, was going to college after the summer. He is about five feet ten inches tall, extremely fit, he runs, he trains, he works out, when you see him stripped off he has a mans body, he is great to look at. His body is defined in every sense.

Don't even think that I had had, and was even contemplating sexual thoughts towards or about him, I certainly wasn't. But he being the hot young women mad young man that he, and just about every boy his age on the planet is. I believe he had picked up some vibes from me somehow and turned them into him thinking I fancied him.

He is good looking and has girls hanging off him where ever he goes. He is popular and all the rest of it, so why he decided he wanted me not only took me by surprise. It also aided my submission, although as I say, I couldn't have stopped him anyway. I realise that this could have gone really wrong for him if I hadn't succumbed the way I have to him.

I knew he had been checking me out, watching me, I could see the excitement in his eyes, and there was something else in his eyes too, something I couldn't put my finger on. I knew he was sexually active, we women know these things don't we? He had got a little bit touchy feely here and there, never when his dad was around of course, but as yet I hadn't had reason to remonstrate with him. In fact, if I was truthful I was utterly flattered by it.

But it was all to culminate one morning just before lunch time; his dad was at work so there was only the two of us. I had been up for a while, I had bathed, and dressed in a short skirt, a loose fitting blouse, I was wearing a pair of three inch sandals, no stockings of course, a pair of snug tiny panties, and a front fastening bra, nothing spectacular. But having checked myself in the mirror I looked good as usual. My hair was down and brushed and I was sat in the kitchen at the table have a hot drink.

I heard Brandon moving about so I put the kettle on to make him one. Looking back at what happened, I have to say to myself that I must have been feeling at least a bit horny, because of the way he just captured me after a minimal flight and fight for my honour.

I was at the counter when he came in; I had my back to him.

"Good morning Brandon," I said over my shoulder, "how you feeling this glorious day sweetie?" I asked.

"Hey Callie, I'm feeling good thanks," he came up behind me, nothing unusual in that, put his arms around me and kissed my neck. I did shudder, I hadn't expected that really, he normally didn't do that.

"Mmmm," I mumbled. Not realising this gave him the reason I think to do more. He slightly bit me, now I do love a bit of necking, but I said, rather loudly.

"Brandon what do you think you are up to?"

"Just kissing you Callie," he answered me, and squeezed me in his arms. I pulled away a little, slightly alarmed but not overly worried at all. But I didn't have a lot of ways to go, I was up against the counter in the corner, and he was right behind me.

Then I felt his erection, the feeling of it pressed into my ass took my mind of what he was doing to my neck, kissing and nibbling my receptive flesh. I bent forward but this just pressed my ass into him a bit more, standing straighter, he slavered on my neck. I jumped away suddenly.

"Stop this right now Brandon," I said facing him, "what the hell do you think you are up to?" I demanded.

"Just loving you Callie, that's all," he told me and pulled me to him again, this time he got my neck again, and his cock got my pussy. I had my hands on his shoulders trying to push him away. I wasn't seriously worried just yet, I even giggled at him. He was only in a pair of boxer type shorts and his slim wiry but powerful body was well on view.

Brandon kissed my neck just the way I like it being kissed, but it was my step son not my husband doing it to me. 

"Brandon," I said, "behave yourself you silly boy." That's when he punched his cock into my pussy. Then I saw that glint in his eyes as I was looking straight into them

I understood immediately and knew exactly what I was looking at. I was looking at danger, it was looking at me, and I was in it, It was me who was in danger, a lot of danger. I hadn't seen that look since my teens, but I saw it now. A boyfriend had had it, and he knew how to use it. He had seduced me with it. I didn't know anything then about dangerous boys, and bad boys!

That look in that boys eyes that night made me shudder cringe, and sort of collapse inside. He was bad bad bad, and he got me. And now I was looking at it again and I was so fearful of it, be cause my memory went right back to that fateful moment. Brandon seemed to be looking right into me, right inside my head, he gave me a small smile and kissed me.

I managed to push him away, I was almost out of breath, I stepped from him, he reclosed the gap, got me in his grip again, the look in his eyes triggered my mind to what trouble I was in. Another kiss landed, his cock bumped my pussy once more. 

"Brandon, stop this right now," I said, it was more of a plea than an outright demand.

I got away and headed out of the kitchen backwards, I daren't turn away from him, I had to keep him in view. I ended up in our dining room backing around the table; he got me again near the door. I tried to hold him off but his superior strength was greater than I could contend with. Again his cock made contact with me, and right on the button! The look in his eyes was growing in intensity.

I headed backwards from him once more, telling him all the way that he would be in trouble if he didn't stop this and right now. But it was I who was in trouble. I couldn't tear my eyes from his and the utter danger that was lurking there in them. He was staring at me in such a knowing way, although he couldn't possibly have known the effect he was having, could he, could he?

I still don't know why I hadn't made a run for the upstairs bathroom; it was the only room in the house that could be locked, except for the outer doors. I guess that in my muddled fuddled and troubled mind I just never thought of it. I was backing into our sitting room without knowing it. The room is quite large and the sofa and chairs are placed more or less in the middle, not near any walls.

His hands were touching me, my shoulders, my arms, then he dived at me, got me and kissed me again but this time on the cheek, but his cock hit home once more!

I was in mortal fear and I couldn't stop, because I didn't know I was going to do it, the giggle of paranoia or fear that left my lips. Brandon smiled at me again; the glint was steel hard now, uncompromising, unbending. I backed around the sofa trying to think of a way out of this dreadful predicament I was in. I already knew I wouldn't be telling George, how could I, it would devastate him if he knew his wife was being pursued and was about to be got by his son!

I got to the end of the sofa and prepared to make a dash for it, Brandon saw what I was about to do, as I made my first move, he put his hand on the back of it and hopped over. I was in his arms again in a flash, he turned me and I was down on the sofa on my back. I struggled to get free; he just smiled and fixed me with that look.

Soon he was arranged around me, I was trapped, my right arm was under him, his left arm was around me and his left hand holding my left wrist. But the most telling thing was, and I never knew it at the time, his right knee was already on my pussy and his foot was under my left leg.

My attempts at freedom were a waste of time but I still tried. Brandon just kept smiling at me, and then he kissed me again. I turned away but it never had any affect, he kissed my neck, I turned again, he kissed my mouth and held it there, I was mumbling as he did this.

"Callie, there is no point in trying to resist, you already know you can't." He told me with much authority.

"Get off me Brandon, stop it, I'll tell your dad about this I swear." I told him gruffly, still wriggling under him.

"No you won't Callie, don't be silly," he replied, "we both know that don't we?"

His mouth dropped on mine and this time I couldn't turn away he was holding me in place. He lifted his face, and those eyes locked on to mine. More danger than I had ever seen lurked in them. I think I knew it right then that there was going to be no escape for me. It was almost mesmerising. Then his face lowered and he kissed me again, I tried not to let him but there was no where to go. 

I even tried to bite him, when he pulled off I tried a head butt, no good, he avoided it easily. He sort of sighed, then he felt for and found one of my nipples, it was unbelievably hard and tender. I was amazed and not a little worried about that because if I know something, I know my nipples, they are a bane to me at times. And they were going to be just that. I was unaware of the little sigh I gave out when Brandon squeezed it.

And it wasn't until I opened my eyes that I was aware they had closed, and he was kissing me again. I gave a little hump to get him off, that worked didn't it? Hah, like hell it did.

"Please Brandon, don't, please stop, I'm your mom, I'm married to your dad!" I might as well have been talking to the wall. I complained as much as his lips on mine would allow me, his teeth on my neck was affecting me too.

I felt something touching my chest area; I looked down and saw the buttons on my blouse being undone. Again I made a futile attempt at freedom. Then cool hands on my bare skin. 'Oh god,' I thought, 'I've had it, it's over, I can't stop this, it's too late for me now.'

He kissed me more and more, I was slowly beginning to relax my struggle, what more could I do except plead with him. That had fallen on very deaf ears. He wasn't going to stop, not now. I sensed, and I think he not only sensed it too, but knew he was winning this hands down. He wasn't only stronger than I in the physical sense but he had an inner strength I hadn't seen or knew about.

How did he know about me? I didn't even know this me! What had he seen or guessed, did he know about this glint thing in his eyes he had? Did he know somehow that it not only excited me, but frightened me witless too at the same time? How could this boy of nineteen know these things, was it a sensory thing. I had no idea, but I knew where I was going now, and what was going to happen when I got there too!

He had my buttons all undone, he looked at me, then down at me. I never said anything, it was over I suppose. His knee pressed into my pussy, if I could have folded in half when he did that I would have, it creased me. The colour flushed my cheeks. I always know when I'm sexually excited.

My cheeks glow bright red just under my cheekbones when I'm aroused, two little buttons of bright red, it's a sure sign I'm up for it. I knew I was going under and no stopping. 

Brandon said, "Hmmm," when he saw my front loading bra, and expertly popped it. In a fraction of a second a nipple was in his fingers, and his knee was weighting my pussy. I didn't know the growl that gathered in the back of my throat.

He seemed to be all around me, all over me, he was everywhere on me, I felt smothered by him. I could feel the heat he was self generating on me. His hard body tensed in the muscular sense. He was working my nipples, one at a time, they got even harder and more sensitive if that was possible. It was affecting me in the only way they ever do. I was aroused and his knee gently rubbing and pressing on my pussy added to my frothy state of mind.

I managed to gasp out a "Brandon," when he delved under my skirt, raised it and feel for my panties. I know my hips left the sofa momentarily. I felt him get his hand in the top and slide to the side, he gripped them and slowly the tension in the elastic tightened, then that side snapped, he did the same at the other side, then I saw the tattered remains over my head and being tossed over his shoulder.

I was wide open now, my blouse was undone and laid away, my bra was popped, my panties had just gone, and he knee regained control of its pussy. Brandon looked down at me, a tiny smile played on his lips. There didn't seem to be any point now in protesting further, it would make no difference to the end result, I knew that for sure now.

I felt him slip his hand down my stomach; he was taking so much time over everything he was doing. My body tensed all of its own volition knowing where his hand was heading, my pussy! Or should I say, it was his pussy! His middle finger entered the folds of skin there and slid down, as it touched my little man in his boat I yelped, I couldn't help it. It felt so brand new, as if it had never happened before.

I tried jamming my legs together but my thighs got as far as his invading knee and leg, and that was that. He stayed in there, softly and maddeningly caressing my little man, it drove me over the edge into submissiveness. I had given in right there, I had to, there was no option, no forgiveness. Brandon had me now and we both knew it.

I heard someone say, "Oh oh Hmmm," It took several moments for me to realise that it was I that was doing the mumbling and moaning. My seduction, forced or otherwise was done and dusted. What had started out as a hug and kiss in the kitchen had led me to here, and I was about to be screwed, fucked, call it what you will, by my very own nineteen year old step son. But it was going ahead now with my unintentional unasked for, and taken consent.

Brandon moved and I knew his boxers were on their way down. He was preparing himself for me.

"Brandon," I whispered, "you can let go of me, I won't fight you any more, I can't, I have nothing left to fight you with anymore." Everything that had and was happening, was conspiring against me, there was no way I would ever had initiated this. But the person I am, who I am and what I am was now helping him to bring me down.

The very person he was, the persona could and was attacking my senses, the 'look' in his eyes was the same thing that had got me in my youth. The seductive glint had jumped me completely. That look of danger was something I had forgotten about over the years, but it had reared up at me and bitten a huge piece out of my attempts and chances of resistance.

He gazed at me and it melted my insides, what was it he had, or was it just me. Was I the only person who succumbed to it? His hand slipped from my wrist and my arm went immediately behind his head to hold him. Then he was lifting that strong powerful frame over me. His left knee followed his right and he was in place.

"Put me in Callie," was all he said, still holding my gaze with his. I put my hand down and took a hold of his young fresh hard stick for the first time, but it would not be the last. He was at least as big as his dad, but it was a lot harder, and I could tell, a lot stronger. Oh the power of youth hey? 

This was another first for me; I had never had sex with any one younger than me. All my lovers had been older boys and later, older men. I had always preferred it that way believing that older meant more knowledge, more finesse, more concern for the woman. I was about to find out that, while this was true. The power of youth was to far outweigh that in every way.

I pulled his cock to and pressed the bulbous head between my pussy lips and he was in, he sank it all the way in one move. I certainly did lose my breath when he did it, it came out of me in a blind rush! And that's when my legs went to where I told you at the start of my story, knees under his arms, feet in the air, waving around. My nails digging in and holding him on and in me.

Now I was a full partner in the beginnings of the fuck fest I was about to undergo, and indeed some of it I had to wonderfully endure. Brandon's demeanour seemed to change too, he became a lover, my lover, my guy. But first I think he needed to get the first flush of excitement that even he couldn't contain, by banging me as hard as he could, his loins crashed into mine, my pussy was filled and emptied faster than I could keep up with. 


Beautiful Boy



The hardness of him within me was utterly breathtaking; afterwards I tried to conjure up in my mind how it was when I was younger. But there was nothing to compare it against, this was the hardest I had even been banged, and oh boy was it good, it was just so fantastically good! He grunted, his body stiffened his grip on me was like being in a steel clamp. Then he came, his final crump into me was the catalyst for him. The heat and solid feeling of fullness swept through me as he pumped what must have been gallons of it into me.

I wallowed in that feeling a woman gets when she knows she's been thoroughly hammered and knows the feeling of cum being pumped in like from an unstoppable geyser. But then the, to me, unthinkable thing happened, he just kept going. He didn't stop fucking me and at me. His prick never went down; it stayed hard! This was an unknown thing for me. I had never ever had this happen before.

In my amazement I looked at him in a new light, who was this boy? I had been his step mom for years and I knew now I didn't really know him. He wasn't a boy any longer, he was a man, and a very virile man too. Brandon settled down, I thought anyway, into a rhythmic smooth pulsating rodding of his now helplessly servile step mother, his dad's wife.

How many orgasms and climaxes I enjoyed that early morning I will never know. I know I loved every one; they mixed and mingled, flushing through me endlessly, seamlessly, quivering me in a way unknown to me before this day of days. I gave him as many kisses as he wanted me to give, if I had even thought of denying or defying him now I would be lying.

Eventually he rose from me and plunged fearfully back in one last time and he came again with a loud yet soft grunt? It nearly broke me in half, I gasped at the near ferocity of his final thrusting bang. Then he pumped whatever amount of cum he had regenerated in his young balls into me. Brandon then laid on me, breathing heavily in my ear, as I was breathing just as heavily into his.

Aftyer what seemed to be an eternity he slowly lifted himself up from me and smiled sweetly at me, I thought I glimpsed a look of sorrow for what he had just done, worry, regret, remorse? But it went just as quickly. I made the first move, and spoke softly.

"Brandon baby, what have you, what have I, what have we just done, I can't believe it?"

"I can't believe it either Callie, but it was great that wasn't it? I loved it and I love you too." Then he smiled at me and that look appeared in his eyes again. I got the message, unsaid though it was.

"Yes baby, it was fantastic, but it could lead to big trouble darling. We, you shouldn't have done this babe, you know that don't you?" I whispered to him.

"Well I suppose you are right," he said, "but it's done now, and if I may say so, its going to be done again, and let me tell you, very shortly, okay?"

I had to laugh, that was a real statement of intent if ever there was one.

"Brandon, I don't think we should honey, hmmm?" If I could have said anything more wrong than that, I would like to hear it.

"Then we'll stay right here like we are until you say the opposite," he told me, "because I'm not going any where, and neither are you!"

I got that look again and it made me wince because I knew I couldn't fight it, I withered before it. Then he took the lead, he said.

"Do you want to stay here or go up to bed where I can get at you properly, and, if you think about it, you can get at me properly too?"

"Brandon please?" I said.

"There isn't any please Callie, its one or the other, make your mind up." 

I knew that any fight would be overcome by him, I pretended to think for a minute, just to try and make him believe that I had a say any way.

"I guess upstairs would be more comfy wouldn't it?" I gave way. His cock fell out with a plop, he stood, bent and picked me up, I had to giggle. I was about to be carried of by my superior, aggressive, and dominant male. But it didn't end like that, I was unceremoniously tossed over his shoulder and off he marched with his conquest!

Somehow my clothes disappeared altogether, I was now as naked as Brandon was. I as looking up into those deep grey eyes of his and I was held by them as a rabbit in headlights. These were eyes I had not seen before, had I never looked, had he just aquired the skill to do what he was? How did he know, that was the question I repeated over and over in my head. Then I was being kissed, and I was responding. 

"Brandon baby, we have to talk about this honey, I just don't know where I am with it?" His answer was to deep gaze me once more then squeeze one nipple, and to suck the other into his hot mouth, my mind and body went haywire.

"We are not going anywhere Callie, we are here, and personally this is where I want to be, and where I want to stay."

"But what about your dad Brandon, what about us?" I moaned through clenched teeth as my nipples were ravaged.

"Well I'm not going to say anything, I know you won't, so unless we advertise it in the papers, who is going to tell him, hmmm?"

The logic in that argument was hard to negotiate.

It was moments later that I realised I had his cock in my hands and he was kissing me again, it dawned on me then that I wasn't going anywhere, and I wasn't stopping this, I couldn't, and now I knew I wouldn't. If Brandon wanted me, my body, my love, consented or not, he could have it, and indeed he already had it. As long as I kept getting those magical eyes to look into and I now knew, his magnificent cock in me whenever I could and whenever decided it.

I rolled him onto his back; I wanted to get over him, to give me some semblance of control, even though I guess he knew it was a sham really. I cocked my leg over his, grasped his cock and gently worked it up and down. It did feel so good, and as I peered into those dreamy grey suspense filled eyes I trembled like a leaf in a gale inside of me.

"Brandon," I said, "I am completely blown away by all of this, I never looked for it, I never thought of it, and I certainly never expected it either. What made you do it, what made you go for me, did you know something I didn't?"

"I just believed that you needed or were ready for this," he said, "be it me or someone else. I really wasn't sure until I saw that look in your eyes in the kitchen."

"What look?" This mystified me.

"The one that said to, oh wow, that was good."

"What look was that?" I asked, again I was stumped.

"When I did this," he said, and pinched a nipple. My body took on an electric pulse from his fingers. I gasped for the trillionth time.

"That's it Callie, that one." He told me with utter confidence. Now I knew, I had given him the green light to go for me, and oh how he has succeeded hasn't he? I thought. My grip on his prick tightened. 'Well,' I thought, 'let's see what he has to say about this then!'

I dove down and gobbled his young thick taser like cock into my mouth, engulfed him, swallowed him, took him whole, all of it. I can deep throat with the best of them! I took the battle to him, I felt him growing back to full hardness again, the head was past my tonsils as I attacked him with all I had. My hand curled around his balls and sweetly caressed them; I poked a finger at his ass, which made him squirm!

I was in full sexual mode now, he had wanted me, he had seduced me, and he had got me. Well let's see him handle a real woman, one who knows what she wants, needs and demands. I knew I could be a real wanton hussy, and even a whore in my bed, Brandon was about to find out what he had uncovered. What his sexy good looking step mom was really like between the sheets, although I hadn't performed like this for a lot of years. I was hoping he could handle it, I wasn't to be disappointed.

I went up and down his shaft, I was learning the feel of it in my mouth, the texture, the smell and I liked what I was learning. This was a bloody good cock, young, vital, hard, knowing and full of lovely spunk and I wanted what was in there. I aimed at making him cum as soon as possible. I damn near sucked it right off his body. The first inkling I had that I was winning the battle was when his hands went into my hair, then grasped my head.

There is not much more about the sexual deeds I like more than this. The feel of pubic hair tickling my nose and lips, the man smell, the smell and taste of his cum mingled with mine is a fabulous thing. The very power of a woman making her man know he is under her control totally, you show me a man who doesn't become passive when he's got this happening and I'll show you a man who doesn't love it.

Brandon was holding me on him, in his mind all he wanted was for his prick to be all the way in when he shot. He didn't know he had to keep me on him; I wasn't going any where until yours truly got the cream. I was the cat! Brandon never knew it but he was in with someone who could, did and would hold her own. Soon his hips were jerking about, then he was bending on the bed, grunting, moaning, 'here he come!' I thought happily, then that first sudden spurt and I know enough about cock sucking how it affects a man, especially a young one like this.

The hot slightly surprising feel of cum on tonsils, mine! Then the alluring feel of cum filling my mouth, I got a load down then accepted more as he dumped it. Then he relaxed before the next one, I took it all down. I kept sucking even though he had nothing leftm in his balls. The sublime feel of cock in my mouth even if it was deflating now is one of life's wonders as far as I'm concerned, and I was already looking forward to the next time.

I lay there quietly with him still being massaged by my tongue, his grip on my head was no more, but his hands were still there. I felt his body shudder with after cum and after shock, just like a mini earthquake. Licking my lips I slowly slid up him to lie there, head on shoulder, arm and leg over him. He was so still, his breathing was still a bit laboured but I expected that. There was no way on earth he had ever experienced anything like he had just been through, not in his life time.

Now he was all lovey dovey, he held me like I was the most precious thing in his life. I didn't know he would wait until he had recovered properly, which wouldn't be until tomorrow. Then I was going to get a battering to end all batterings. If I had known what was going to happen I would have left home! But to be fair, I would have hated to have missed it.

We had to get a move on, his dad would be home in am hour or so, and I had dinner to get ready. We staggered out of bed and went our separate ways of a kind, we kept meeting and shared many passionate kisses and clinches, and a lot of mutual feeling.

Being busy getting our evening meal ready occupied my mind so I didn't dwell too much on the days events although they were never far from my mind. When he came home I took a deep breath and greeted him like I always do with a loving hug and a kiss. I actually surprised myself by being as calm as I was about what had happened today. I was really glad because to behave in any other way I'm sure would have raised some suspicions about something or other, or he would have wondered what was wrong with me.

Thankfully that night when we went to bed he didn't want to make love, it wasn't that I didn't want to or would have refused him, I wouldn't. And I certainly wasn't reserving myself for Brandon. But my thoughts turned to the up coming morning before I drifted off to a deep slumber. Brandon was going to be in for a shock in the coming days or weeks. He thinks he knows me? Well he doesn't, not really.

Yes he had forcefully and very successfully seduced me, I had submitted to it utterly and surrendered my honour completely. I now had a lover other than my husband, and that lover was his son! In the morning I knew he would be after round two. His ability to pin me with those deep grey eyes would always be something for me to try and contend with, I knew that. But the worm would turn I can assure you, he didn't know it, but he had bitten off more than he could chew.

I am what people would say as the consummate wife, although I would never regard myself as such. But I was a chef in the kitchen, or I tried my damndest to be. I was definitely the best hostess when we had guests or a dinner party. And I was very definitely a whore in the bedroom. George was near shocked out of his skin when first experienced me doing what I love to do. And that is practically anything he wants or what I want. I will and do try anything; I don't care what it is. The only thing I certainly draw a line at is pain. I don't do that and will not tolerate it.

And one thing I do like is a cock up my ass, my poop chute, rear end, backdoor, shit box, call it what you like but I loved the beautiful pain from it. But even I was a little apprehensive at the thought of getting that iron bar that was his cock up there made me quiver in fear, intrepidation, and much longing. George does it now and again but isn't too keen. 

I had already decided to let Brandon find his way to that. But if he didn't then I would have to lead him, I awaited with bated breath at the thought. In the morning things were as normal as things could be. I rose with George made him his breakfast, we chatted, then I sent him off with my best loving kiss.

"I love you Callie Younger," he told me.

"And I love you too Mr Younger," and I wasn't lying to him or to me. I knew now I really did. How that sat with me and Brandon I could only guess at now. I went upstairs and made myself look good. I didn't dress though; I just wore a simple negligee, hair down and a short silk dressing gown. I do like getting ready for a guy. I didn't go to Brandon's room. I decided to wait and see what the morning brought.

About thirty minutes later I heard movement, 'here we go,' I thought. Fifteen minutes after that he knocked on the floor!

'What the hell,' I thought, 'is he actually knocking for me to go to him!' That wasn't in my mind, I fumed at him, then thought, 'well, if the mountain won't, blah blah blah.'

I was going to enter his room, tell him off, that I wasn't there at his beck and call, and to get his act together or else.

I didn't knock on his door I just walked straight in.

"Ah there you are," he said jovially. I was about to say my piece when he pulled the covers back. There right in front of me was a most glorious sight. His prick was waving in the air; it was at about 45 degrees to his body, fully erect, hard, long, bright red and obviously ready to go!

I blanched at that and froze on the spot. He took hold of it, waved it at me, and said.

"You want some of this again Callie?" It was like a taunt. Without giving it another thought I stepped to him dropping my dressing gown on the way. I climbed between the sheets with him. Yes I did want some of it again, oh yes I did! I had forgotten everything I was about to say.

His eyes caught mine, the deep grey bombs, and I was gone again, 'what he has got ought to be bottled, I would make a fortune,' I thought to myself, as I replaced his hand with mine. The heat from his cock on my fleshy palm was immense. The hard silky feel of skin was so sexily good. I leaned down and kissed the tip, letting my tongue enter his little pee hole. Brandon groaned and I felt him lay back and surrender to the moment.

I swept up his prick and gave it a good sucking, but it wasn't where I wanted, or needed it at this moment in time. All my resolve to take charge was out of the window, his steely eyed glint had seen to that. I kissed my way up his taut tight fit young body. I lay on my back next to him. I could tell he knew exactly what I was after; he smiled at me, kissed me.

"Is this what you are after Callie?" It was a full on. 

'I know what you want, and I have it, and what are you, what do you want to do about it?' Question!

That's when I got my own back; he was after making me say. 

'I need you and your cock Brandon, you know I do.' 

But what I did turned the tables, I jumped him. I swung my leg over him, dug my nails into his chest, which got his attention alright. Then I raised one shapely knee and settled myself on him, forcing my hot pussy over and down. 

His prick filled every spare amount of space there was in my super heated love box. In a second I was sawing myself back and forth. He forgot himself. Having me on top of him fucking him was all he had probably ever dreamed of, well now he was living the dream.

I leaned to kiss him and was met by a lovely submissive kiss, not that I thought of him as submissive, I just think he was giving in because it was so good. I slowed down and speeded up, sat still, went at ten to a dozen, he was loving every long second of it. But I was also bringing myself to the fore, having a rock hard steel bar in your pussy raking every bit of it, is more than any woman could stand for long, and I was no different.

We both came at the same time, I didn't know he was about to and I'm sure he had no idea I was about to either. It was the Ooooh's and Argggh's that alerted us both to it. Mine crashed over and through me like an avalanche. He lifted from the bed and grabbed me in a bear hug, and lowered himself and me slowly down until he had pumped me full of hot creamy thick spunk. What a glorious fuck that was. Oh boy!

We stayed like that for quite a while, I snuggled into him while still being on top, it was then that I felt him still in me and whilst he wasn't as hard as he had just been, he was still thick inside me. I squiggled myself on him, relishing the feel of a live cock still in me. But what ever now, I was going top have fun. 

I was getting past my defeat the previous day and this morning. I was having my way; there wasn't a chance that my husband's nineteen year old son was going to be the victor, not if I had anything to do with it. But I also was aware that it would be a close run thing, I didn't have his eyes to mesmerise him with, but he could do it to me whether he knew it or not! 

The thing I wanted most though was him behind me, me on my knees and him rogering the life out of me. That thought turned me inside out! We had a lot of fun exploring each other, kissing, necking and just sublime enjoyment. We were all over the bed and even ended up on the floor twice when we fell off. 

Things took a bit of a turn then, for some reason I told him I wanted to go to my bed, and not stay here in his. Whether it was something to do with being in my own domain I don't know. But he was out of his bed and heading for mine in a second. He fell into mine with me right behind him, he was leading me again!

I went after his cock, I cock laid over him, me on one side elbow on the other looking down his body, I reached for his beautiful young prick with my lips and pulled him in. He was sticky with our cum and my love juice, the taste was marvellous. My nose was in his scrotum really, rubbing his balls. The smell, odour, and feel of his hairy balls cast my mind far away. 

I sucked him back to an erection while having a finger lodged in his little brown hole. I was giving him indications that bums and asses were on the menu. He probably hadn't done this yet, but I was securing his mind to the thought. I would keep at him until he realised he wanted to fuck me there.

When he was fully hard I got off him and up on my knees. 

"Behind me Brandon," I told him. He was there before I was! He prodded me slowly, I leaned back to help him get in. I was unknowingly about to get that battering I mentioned.

He jammed it all the way in, if there is one way to get all of a mans cock in you it's this. It was just so deliciously deep I had to hang my head in respectful pleasure. He had me by the high hips. I had buried my hands tight in the sheets to hold on whilst digging me elbows in too. And I slightly angled my knees to keep me in place. You see I told you I was a whore in bed!




Beautiful Boy



Brandon began with fantastic long slow thrusts, but he was building up and unstoppable head of steam. His prick began to thud home with such regularity and painful constant hits. This I knew was going to be what most women crave for when she is as aroused as I was. I wanted desperately needing to be fucked out of my head. And Brandon was the man/boy who was going to do it for me.

I practically forgot about him behind me, all I knew was his prick as it murdered my insides, he decimated me, I was cumming from all sides, all angles. The pain as he thumped home into my cervix was almost more than I could bear. But I didn't have the strength, the resolve or wherewithal to stop him. I knew I was where I wanted and had to be, no matter what the end result was going to be. I was below my monumental young lover, who had obviously more power in his cock than I had in my entire body. 

Brandon fucked me for so long and so hard I lost track of not only time, but it seemed life itself. Looking back I must have thought too, that this has to be a one off. No one can repeat this destruction of a woman as sexually as this ever again. And I think I was right, not because he didn't or couldn't repeat it, in fact he did, many times. But the first time for such an event was just that, the first time. The first gift of that kind of love and loving would always be for ever more the first, the second, third and on and on came after.

When Brandon finally blew his spunk into me I was finished, I had nothing to give now, nothing to offer. He had taken me completely, beaten me, used me, hurt me, and destroyed me wonderfully. I would never be the same woman ever again, no, I was a better woman because of that thrashing I took that very morning. I would cherish it for ever and ever.

We slept, I don't even remember him stopping driving into me. I just woke up next to him. I didn't know where I was for a time, I was dizzy. Brandon stirred I had my arm around him and my legs was under his, we were in a tangle of arms and legs. I managed to slip out, as I stood I nearly fell down, my legs and body were so weak.

I staggered to the bathroom and turned on the shower and got under the hot water, it felt so good. When I finished I went to his bedroom, I needed to rest. I had just been run over by a human train, I was a complete and utter wreck. I have never ever in my life, felt so good! I was wakened sometime after by him getting into bed with me. He smelled lovely, obviously he'd just been in the shower too.

I took a chance then.

"You wanna fuck some more big boy, or have you had enough?" I laughed.

"I'm up for it if you are Callie," he said, and I knew he was because I could feel him sticking into my ass. I looked at the clock, it was three in the afternoon.

"I would love to," I told him. 'Like hell,' I said under my breath. "I have to get ready Brandon; me and your dad are out early tonight, we're off to see some friends." I kissed him softly.

I could see the disappointment in his face, but to be quite honest I have never met my match like this before, he was phenomenal. But I knew I couldn't go again, I was still reeling from my treatment at his hands, or should I say his cock?

"Tomorrow baby?" I said, a little reluctance in my voice, I didn't want him to feel rejected in any way.

Brandon slapped my backside playfully, smiled and said, "Yep okay Callie, we have all the time in the world don't we?"

I turned to him then, "yes we do sweet babe, yes we do." I reached around him and felt for his ass, I fingered and rubbed him right in his little shit hole.

"You keep that up lady," he said giggling, "and I'm going to have to take action on you and get my own back."

"Ooooh promises promises," I answered as I fiddled a bit more.

=I'm warning you Callie," he laughed.

"I guess I'll have to wait until tomorrow then won't I?" I said, "We don't have time right now, sorry honey."

I had set the scene, now it was up to him, I kissed him passionately, loved him a bit more then jumped out of his bed.

"I need to get ready darling," I told him. I nodded to my bedroom, " I'll be waiting for you and it, in there tomorrow," and licked my lips while looking at his cock.

He smiled softly, "and I'll be in there too Callie," and he pointed at my ass as I turned away.

"Already looking forward to it baby, be ready yea?" I said over my shoulder as I went to my room.

Now I was already looking forward with utter fear and desperate longing to get that steel rod of flesh up mu poop chute. This was definitely the whore in me breaking out. But as it happened I would have to wait, today was Thursday and unknown to me George had decided to take Friday off. And while I was kind of disappointed having to wait, it gave the rest of me time to get over that fabulously horrendous fucking I had been subjected to by Brandon.

George and I made love on the Saturday night, he had been having it rough at work lately, but he was up for it and we had a great time. I let him know I loved him, and I put him through his paces. And we both went to sleep happy and contented. There was no comparison to him and his son. But while Brandon had what it takes to reduce a woman to shag pile, George was my gentle lover. I was beginning to realise that it was possible to love two men at once but completely differently.

We all had a good weekend; Brandon came and went as he usually does. He never put a foot wrong or spoke in the wrong way, he was absolutely great, and I was feeling safer and safer in my role as wife to my husband, and willing lover to his son.

On the Monday morning I woke with excitement in me, I was tingling and shivering with it. I saw George off as usual. He did ask me if I was okay, because I was giddy somehow. 

I answered him by saying, "Oh it's just a woman thing, you understand?"

"Tell me about it," he said, kissed me and went.

I went upstairs to put on something special for Brandon, I had told myself I wasn't going to do this, but as far as I was concerned this was going to be a very special day, I was hoping so anyway.

I selected pair of matching stockings, garter belt complete with bra, and the tops, a pair od sexy and very lacy French Cami knickers. I knew how good I looked as soon as I saw myself. Irresistible was my opinion. I posed for myself, decided on the best one and went to Brandon's room, I knocked, stuck my head around the door and shouted, "come on sleepy head, it's time okay?"

I went back and waited in my selected pose, one knee raised, head slightly down, eyes up. One arm across my waist, the other hooked above my head. He came in and stopped dead! Awe struck is the term I would have used had I been asked. He headed straight for me, I skipped back to the bed, jumped on, got in the middle, head down, facing away, ass up and ready.

"Come on Brandon, hurry, you know what we both want, be quick baby." I told him. His prick had come into the room before he did, it was stood straight out and ready for work. I wiggled my ass, moment of truth! I hoped. He got behind me, I don't know who was more excited, him or me. I know I was the most worried, he wasn't going to have a thick stiff hard column of flesh rammed up his back passage was he?

It went into my pussy in one easy push, I had smeared baby oil over my ring piece, and pushed a finger full in there, but the not knowing when he would do it was driving me mad. I wanted it as soon as I could get it. I just love being banged there, the trouble was I knew what being banged meant now, especially from Brandon. 

While I was thinking all this, and while I was trying to anticipate the first thump or soft entry, he whammed it into me. I screamed first I remember that. I had been expecting it, but I still wasn't ready when he hit me with it. My ass felt as if it had been cleaved, the swelling sensation was orgasmic, it totalled me. 

I ganged up on my clit with my fingers; he ganged up on my nipples with his. His thick prick ganged up on my whole body. I immediately knew I was in for a session. Brandon began a systematic destruction of my ass, aided by my willing and wanton whore body. I had no say, I needed and wanted it, I was desperate for him to ravish me. Yet I was in uter agony, wonderful beautiful agony.

Then I heard someone say, "Go on Brandon do it, give it to me, if you stop I will kill you." I couldn't believe it, it was me! My voice sounded as though I was in the next room. Brandon heard me loud and clear though, he whomped that steel bar in me so hard it knocked me off me knees and flat face down on the bed. I didn't have time to recover or adjust myself, he drove in to me like someone demented, but he controlled it seemingly.

"Brandon," I squealed into the bed covers, I don't suppose for a minute he heard me. He fastened himself to me and fucked me and my ass in a way never before construed, expected, wanted, (I did really!) but needed. This to me was the ultimate fuck, having my ass ravaged like this made me feel all woman. 

I know that sounds stupid, and it's purely a personal thing. But my thinking was, if I can excite a man to be like this then my job as a dirty sex loving whore was complete. I wanted my man to fuck and debase his woman, that's how I saw myself, a complete whore, a sexy but very demanding woman, who knew her place and where to be that woman I loved being.

All that aside I wasn't and am not obsessed with it. When Brandon goes to college I will revert to being his dad's wife again unless something handy were to crop up? I continued bleating under him, but this was also a way of urging him on to rip me a new ass hole. I had my fingers in my pussy giving him all the power he needed to make cum, cum and cum again. And do you know what? I did, a zillion times it felt like. 

He was ramming me and my ass, but it was me who had the situation in hand. Brandon was doing exactly what I wanted him to do, and I don't think I will ever find another man as good as that, who did that to me that day. He was utterly magnificent in the way he got into it and me. He knew what I wanted, which became what he wanted. And we both got as much out of it all that was possible to get.

I eventually collapsed and he came in me, my battered rectum inflated with his cum, the ultimate thing in my opinion. I loved every painful agonising second of my anal rape. Because that literally is what it was, hard destructive ass holes rip! Wonderful! 

I crawled into the bathroom after and ran a hot bath; I sank in with lots of bubbles and soothing cream. I wondered if I would ever walk straight again. Brandon joined me and we had a soft gentle time in there. I knew what I had been through, Brandon was just beginning to realise what we had shared together. 

My aches and pains were for now diminished, but I knew for certain it would be a couple of days before I got over my full bore ass twanging. I told Brandon that he would have to back off a bit, he did try bless him. I was under lock and key now. I got fucked whenever he wanted to fuck me, and to be truthful I got through my stiffness by him using his on me. But I had put my ass of limits no matter what he said until I would be ready to go again.

The following day after being hammered wonderfully in the morning by him, he was sat with a calculator in his hand, he was fiddling with it.

"What are you doing honey?" I asked him.

"Well," he said, "I have another 56 days before I go to college, that works out to eight weeks?"

"Er yes?" I said, wondering what he was up to.

"Dad is here two full days, Saturday and Sunday correct?"

"Yep," I agreed. "Apart from any possible days off?"

"Well we'll have to go with the flow won't we on that?" I was wondering what he was up to now, it had to include me somewhere.

"So with weekends taken off," he said, "I will have you to myself for forty days by my reckoning. That means if we make love and fuck at least twice a day, I will have you, your wonderful body and very sexy beautiful self all to my own self another 80 times, now how does that sound?" And he laughed, "lets get started hey?" And he jumped me right there.

I was on my back on the table before I could even suck in breath to answer him. My feet went over his shoulders and he was up to the hilt in me. He was like lightening, there was nothing I could do but give in, again! 

'Awwww,' you say, serves me right hey?

I have to agree, this wanton sex loving whore was on her back again, where she needed to be, where she deserved to be getting humped once more by my wonderful step son.

I wasn't looking forward to him leaving, but I knew I would have to, and indeed would revert to type. But for now and another 80 times, hopefully I would be getting what I was getting right now. But there was one thing I wanted before he went back, and I would have to ask him what he thought about it. I had already worked it out in my head.

Brandon went at me like the steam train he is, I came time after time, my body was geared to his manipulations of me and making me cum. And of course I was doing what came naturally to me, cumming for my guy!

We had lunch and then I took him up to bed for my 'talk' with him.

"Brandon," I began, " do you have any fantasies about sex or sex acts?"

"I'm acting them out every day with you Callie," he told me.

"Yes I know baby, but does your mind wander to other places."

"I'm not sure what you mean Callie?"

"Well I have one Brandon, do you want to hear it?" I said.

"Yea of course, as long as it includes me," he sniggered.

"Oh it includes you baby." I said.

"Okay go on then, tell me."

"I have always wanted to be double teamed." I said averting my eyes from his.

"What's that?" he asked in all innocence. I laughed quietly to myself then.

I thought quickly, I had to be careful here. "It's being with two of you darling."

"Two of me...." his voice trailed away, he was getting it.

"Wow Callie, I had never thought of that." He said, wonder in his woman killing eyes.

"What do you think of it? Two of you, at me?"

"But who?" he asked, I could see his mind working, he was thinking already about who!

"What about, Jason, Terry, or Leon?" I offered.

"Jason? Bloody hell Callie, Terry's a fucking wimp! And Leon's black!"

"So," I said, Jason or Leon?" I was wanting Leon, but Brandon would have to pick him, with maybe a little coaxing from me. Leon had his own apartment.

"Let me think a minute, I'm a bit taken aback Callie, but I have to say it is an exciting thought though." I bent my head and sucked his cock to keep him on track.

"Who would you pick Callie?" he said. Here we go I thought happily.

"Well," I said, either would be as good as the other I suppose, so it doesn't matter, but Leon has his own apartment, I don't think I would want them here. This is mine, yours and your dad's house isn't it?" I had loaded the gun and fired at him point blank!

"So it's Leon then, if he's up for it Callie." He said.

"Oh he'll be up for it darling, haven't you seen the way he looks at me?" Careful girl, I told myself, don't make him jealous.

Brandon fell back laughing, "looks at you!" he roared, "you ought to hear what he says about you!"

My heart burst with glee, but I wanted to let Brandon think he was the man, let him see it through, his terms and all the rest of a young macho man's pride. I snuggled into him.

"You okay with this Brandon, I wouldn't do it if you said no?"

"I think it's a great idea Callie, what a way to go!" he hooted.

"I need to bump into him and have a chat hey?" he said. He got dressed, made a call, and off he went. It was on!

I went to sleep with a huge smile on my face and hope min my heart. Leon was black, who cared, I didn't, I had never had black before but I knew all about their reputations in the cock department. I was a blond, dirty blond yes, but blond never the less. We would see wouldn't we? If he turned Brandon down, I knew for a fact that Jason wouldn't he had made it perfectly clear what he would like to do with me. Maybe for later? I thought rudely.

Brandon came back two hours later, but his dad followed him in. He winked at me lasciviously. I kissed George and I waited in agonising silence until Brandon told me what was going to happen, if anything was to happen at all. I had to wait until the following morning. 

Brandon went crazy at me as soon as his dad had gone, even he out did himself. I know his excitement levels and they were over flowing by flood heights not achieved! It must be because of Leon and him?

When he had got his breath back, and I had regained my consciousness ha ha ha ha. He told me.

"Leon wants to do it Callie, he can't wait, I saw his erection through his trousers!" He said excitedly.

I never said anything about that, I wanted to ask, 'is it a big one?' But kept my excited mouth shut.

"Okay, well I'm good with that, is there a timetable," I asked, sort of disinterestedly.

"Yes, how does tomorrow morning sound, his apartment at 10?" Brandon tweaked a nipple. I almost came.

"Wow," I whispered softly, I was going to have my dream fulfilled, well one of them anyway, the other one was to be triple teamed, but that could wait for now!

For the first time since Brandon had taken me I held him off my pussy and my ass, everything else was still open for business I told him, but those doors are shut until tomorrow I laughed. He agreed, and did behave himself.

In the morning I was as refreshed as I had ever been, I showered, did my hair and brushed it to a sheen, wore it down, parted in the middle, a little mascara to highlight my eyes, a little make up. I wore a simple flowing summer dress and high heels. And I had nothing on underneath, I wanted to be ready for what ever befell me this day!

Brandon wanted to fuck me right there and then in the hallway, but after a bit of pushing and shoving including giggling I kept him at bay. But I couldn't stop him pussy playing as I drove to Leon's. When we pulled up I took a deep breath, "here we are then," I said, "are you sure you are okay with this baby?" I asked him, already knowing what the answer was, but as I said, I wanted Brandon to have the control, even though it was only by my consent. He smiled rudely and nodded his head.

Leon greeted us, not taking his eyes off me, to set the seal, on the day and to kick it off in the way I wanted it to be kicked off on. I kissed him, I wrapped my arms around his thick black neck and gave him my best kiss, he stood there like a stunned statue!

Then Brandon was behind me, arms between Leon and I and cupping my burning hot tits. 

"Come on, lets get the show on the road," he whispered huskily in my ear. I was dragged off and taken to Leon's bedroom where I was immediately on my back and a boy on either side of me, my arms were tucked under each of them and I was trapped, helpless, and deliciously defenceless! I wondered happily if they had decided all this between them, which ever, who ever it had been, it was good enough for me.

Both boys were up on one elbow, that meant there were two hands free to go and do what they wanted and where they liked. I felt like swooning, not only was I their captive, I was their willing submissive. I'm not sure how true that was because I was here on my own terms.

Both boys worked in unison, I was looking at them they were looking at me, and I was also looking down my body waiting for the first sign of action! It came in total surprise, each of them took hold of one side of my dress at the top and simply ripped it away, it split straight down the middle. Now my nakedness was open to all.

Fingers collected my nipples followed my mouths, teeth and tongues. My head went back, and then fingers were in my pussy, some on my clit, others deep inside. Then I was kissed, I had to open my eyes to see who it was, not knowing they had shut tight after their first onslaught.




Beautiful Boy



It was Leon, his big thick soft brown lips covered mine, his tongue delved into my mouth. All of my sensitive places were getting it, lips, nipples, and two places of my pussy. Then somehow I was touching bare skin not cloth, they must be shedding clothes without me knowing it?

I was spun around on the bed; Leon got on top of me and rammed his black cock right up in me. I lost my breath, I was gasping for it, my head was hanging over the edge when my mouth was filled with cock, Brandon's cock. I was being double teamed at last, not the way yet I wanted it, not yet anyway. My idea of double teaming was me on my knees, cock in me from behind and one poking it's way down my throat from the front, wonderful!

I was in absolute heaven, being rammed by a brand new cock, black as well, Brandon was ravaging my nipples, his cock all the way down my throat, he knows when to pull out now to let me breathe, and was doing so admirably. Leon was pounding me, and biting my shoulders. What more can a sexy cock loving woman want, two very virile young men taking her the way they want to take her, no questions asked, no quarter given.

I had my first orgasm when Leon rammed all the way in and Brandon rammed all the way down. I was almost sure both cock heads met in the middle! I just lay there and tried to relax while they both got it on. Rag doll? You bet your fucking ass I was. Nothing could compare to this, well, that's until I got triple teamed, but that was for later.

Both boys dumped their loads in me, hot cum jetted up, and hot cum jetted down, what a feeling it was, fabulous. Leon fell away, Brandon got back on the bed. We all moved into the middle, well I was moved, they did it.

I let them recover then I went for Leon's cock, I wanted that hot sticky tool past my tonsils and that's where it went, I slid down him, Brandon immediately went for my back hole with his fingers. I manoeuvred myself into position to allow him to get them in me.

I slowly but surely started to get Leon back up, I reached behind me for Brandon, there were signs of green shoots reappearing! I got to my knees and deftly climbed over Leon, soon I was in the 69 spot. His cock was ram rod straight already, deep down my neck. Brandon was getting behind me, was this it, was this the time for me to be DP'd the way I wanted and desperately needed, and dying for to be DP'd?

It was! I had Leon's hips tight in my grasp as I demolished and devoured his beautiful thick black cock, there was no room left for any more in my mouth and throat. I felt Brandon getting behind me, if he does this right, I thought, I'll get both holes filled one after the other.

His wonderful well known prick entered me and sank all the way gloriously in. I felt his balls slap against my pussy lips and ass. I readied myself for the thumping thudding charge of Brandon behind me. He knew what I wanted. I felt Leon feel for my pussy with his mouth, I could feel the hair on his head scratching my inner thighs, I spread them a little to give him more access to me.

His long tongue hit home, if I could have bent my head I would have, it was excruciatingly blissful. He was hitting me, I was hitting him, and Brandon was banging me senseless. How any woman on this earth can deny this Then I don't know anything. It was a second in time when I felt my pussy empty and then my ass was stuffed full to the brim.

Now I was getting it proper, a long hot black cock down my throat, a beautiful tongue deep in my leaking pussy, and Brandon's cock decimating my rear end. Life could not get any better than this, never! I was on a mission via cumming, it was torrential, I could actually feel it sliding down my thighs. Brandon was making me give him more and more. Leon's tongue was working more than magic

Leon suddenly shot his load just at the opportune moment, I was sliding back off him and a full load hit my tonsils. I sucked everything he had down my waiting willing neck. Then Brandon unleashed his. I felt my ass swell like never before. He pumped and pumped me full of cum. I went into a stupor, I didn't know where I was, all I knew was that I had just gone through the most wonderful act of sex that was possible. It was mind bendingly beautiful, and so so satisfying. I loved every long moment of it.

I regained my senses flat on my back, with both boys peering at me. The look of concern on their faces was so heart warming. They touched me softly, tenderly, lovingly. Then Brandon whispered it was time to go. 

He helped me up aided by Leon. My dress was in tatters, but Leon loaned me a top coat, and I staggered out and to the car. Brandon had to drive home. I went straight into the bath for a good long soak, then went to bed with a strong word that I wasn't to be disturbed. "Tell your dad I am off colour and to please not wake me, I'm dead!" Brandon laughed, kissed me and said.

"You won't want today to happen again then will you?"

"Let me get over this and I'll let you know," I told him, kissed him back and went. I knew I would want to go again, but a week off was what I needed after my utter beating at the hands of these two mountain men! I also knew that things could get out of hand too. I made a mental note to discuss it all with Brandon, it may seem strange but I did not want to hurt or end my marriage to George.

I would give it all up if that proved to be the case. I was just a wilful sex lover. But I also had control of my emotions, and if things looked like going 'tits up' (no pun intended) then I would go back to being me! I woke in the morning more stiff than I had ever felt in my life, George was there next to me, I leaned in and cuddled him. How can you do this to him, I thought. I silently told him I loved him, and then looked forward to being banged soon by his son!

I got up with George; he asked me if I was okay because I seemed to be limping. I almost laughed, 'you would be limping George,' I told him in my head, 'if you had been through what I had been through yesterday.'

"I'm okay baby," I said, " I think I may have a touch of the flu?"

"Well have a good day Callie take it easy," he said, as he kissed me goodbye.

"I will darling, I love you," I told him as he walked out of the door.

I locked it and went straight up to Brandon's room and got quietly into bed with him. He was asleep so I just curled my hand around his woman killing cock and waited for him to wake up. It was him who woke me, I had fallen asleep again. His cock was still in my hand but now it was its normal steel bar self. I climbed over him and sank my hot pussy straight down, I came almost immediately, I hardly moved on him.

I cried for some reason, whether it was the woman in me I didn't know. But I felt overcome with emotion, what had happened yesterday had had more of an effect on me than I had thought. The memory of it will stay with me for ever; no woman who loves sex as I do should ever pass up the opportunity to be done over by two very virile and active young men. 

I had made love and been made love to by a black boy, and at the same time my husbands son had banged my pussy and then my ass. And I will cherish it for the rest of my life, I had achieved my dream of being DP'd, it was done!

Bit I also decided there and then that my 'travelling' days were over. When Brandon went to college I was going to be the housewife I was supposed to be. I belonged only to the two most important men in my life, my husband and his son. I would still be there for him when he came home, but now George was going to be my focal point.



Beautiful Boy - Dark Fantasy



All participants are over the age of  18. Please note, I do not condone irresponsible barebacking.

*****

I couldn't quite believe I wanted to do this. It was something that had been growing in the back of my mind for a while, but I'd never have dreamed of bringing it up with him. I was happy with him, deliriously so. And I didn't want him to ever think he wasn't enough.

But he knows me. Better than anyone ever had. And after three years together, he'd learned me inside and out. He could read my expressions. I couldn't lie to him; he'd know the second I tried.

So he knows when I'm thinking about something, wondering, even curious. He knows when I want something but don't want to tell him.

And he knows how to get it out of me.

He's devious, my Master. He won't just ask me and give me the opportunity to lie or try to tell him it's nothing. He won't let me dodge it. He breaks me down until I have no mental capacity to deceive him. Not that I like deceiving him. But I'm always worried about hurting him or doing something wrong, so I second guess myself too much. This way, he doesn't let me do that.

This time, he bound me to the cross in our playroom. Sometimes it's the bench. Sometimes, it's the table. Occasionally, it's just the bed in our bedroom.

I hung there and the anticipation stretched my nerves taut. He knows how that works with me too. He'll get me up onto the cross and leave me there, while he putters around the rest of the room. By the time we start, my cock is so hard, balls so tight, I can't stand it.

That is, of course, if he takes the cage off. Sometimes, he likes to leave it on. And the arousal and anticipation make my cock fill the cage and frustrate me even more. 

He did that this time, too. I was going to have permanent lines in my dick from the cage bars, but I knew he'd just like that. My balls ached with the stretch as the cage pulled on them. I was already ridiculously aroused and he hadn't even touched me yet.

He finally took the cage off and my cock hardened instantly, precum leaking from the slit and dripping onto the floor. He ran a finger through it, smearing it over the head, then leaving me again.

I had to have been on there for hours. In reality, I knew it wasn't, it couldn't be. But it certainly felt like it. He teased me, edged me, over and over and over again. He flogged my belly and thighs. Took the crop and strap to my cock and balls until they were on fire and I was desperate to come.

And only when I could do nothing but obey him, only when my mind was focused on nothing but him, was I able to tell him.

I wanted to be humiliated. Fucked over and over by anyone and everyone he gave me to. Used and ignored. Made into his whore and reduced to nothing but my holes. 

The admission itself was humiliating. He'd taken to calling me his slut at times during our scenes. He liked to refer to my ass on occasion as my boy pussy or my boy cunt. He'd gotten me to the point where I come more often from him fucking me than my dick. 

He played with my dick a lot, sure. But it was to tease me, edge me, and deny me. My orgasms belonged to him and, thus, so did my cock. And he'd decided not long after we got together, that it was to be locked up and not let out except at his pleasure.

I haven't touched it since. And I love it. He cleans it. He decides if I'm to feel pleasure from it.

In fact, my last penile orgasm was nearly six months ago. I haven't orgasmed at all in three weeks. My balls were so full and swollen, I sometimes had trouble walking. He hasn't even been willing to drain me.

Once I'd admitted what I'd fantasized about, he'd turned me around, given me the pain needed to make me fly and get out of my head completely. Then he'd fucked me within an inch of my life, while refusing to let me orgasm. Again.

It wasn't until later, he explained why.

He'd been seriously turned on by my admission. He was possessive of me, there was no doubt about it and I loved that about him. I loved that he didn't want to share me as a rule.

I also loved that he was willing to try things with me. If I wanted something, he'd give it a go. He might not like some of it, but he'd try it.

I'd never expected him to want to try this. It went completely against his possessiveness. Or so I thought.

I should have known he'd still make it work the way he wanted it.

But he wasn't going to make it easy on me, either. And I wouldn't have expected him to. He would take his time, figure out how best to approach it.

And for holding back on him, my punishment for not telling him, was I was to be denied the entire time. Until after he worked this out and set it up, I'd be teased, edged, fucked, but not allowed release or relief in any way. No orgasms. No milking my prostate. Nothing.

I knew the next few weeks were going to be torture.

* * *

I was right. It took him four to arrange things the way he wanted it. By the time I was approaching the evening we were to do this, my balls were so full, I wanted to scream. I was pretty sure they really were swollen-whether that was physiologically possible or not, I didn't care. 

He'd edged me over and over again nightly, fucked me often, and had tasks for me during the day at work that kept me perpetually horny. Usually I thought about him some during the day, had tasks to do now and again at work, yes. But not nearly like this. He did everything he could think of to make sure I was miserably aroused all the time. My mind was always on sex. My cage was perpetually tight, my cock almost always trying to harden. It'd completely forgotten how to behave while locked up, had lost what it'd gotten used to when I first started wearing a cage. Now, it filled over and over, pushing its limits until I was aroused and in pain almost constantly. 

The scene he'd planned was to take place on Saturday night. I was spending all of Friday evening and Saturday leading up to it in as deep a submission as I could get. I was naked, wearing a new cage-this one heavier and tighter than the regular one I use. It had a urethral plug with a ball that screwed in, keeping me from doing anything without permission. It even had a tiny lock that threaded through small holes, so I couldn't unscrew it myself if I wanted to. I had to ask to go to the bathroom. If he let me-and sometimes he made me wait-he went with me and I had to pee in front of him. It was humiliating... and pushed me even deeper.

He used one of the heavy metal egg-shaped plugs we had, linked to and locked with the cage. Not to stretch me; he said wanted me as tight as he could get me for this experience. I was going to feel this for days. Instead, it was meant to rest on my prostate and tease me. It succeeded.

I spent the day on my knees by him, focused only on him. He touched me almost constantly, petting my hair or teasing me. I spent a good deal of time with his cock in my mouth, though he refused to fuck me that day. He even fed me my meals while I was on my knees.

At six, he took me into the bathroom, removed everything but my collar-which never came off-and put me in the shower. I was shaved from the neck down, scrubbed thoroughly, and cleaned out twice. Once dry, he made me pee-again in front of him-then took me back into the bedroom and lay me on the bed.

He put the cage back first. Only it wasn't the same as before. This one was also stainless steel, but on the inside, it had dull spikes. It also included a urethral tube, capped at the end, and a spot for the PA piercing to stick through the end. Even if I'd been given permission, I would not be able to come. I'd get no orgasm from tonight. It was as I'd wanted: I would be used but take no pleasure.

My cock wanted to harden immediately at the thought. As soon as it tried, the spikes dug in, sending pain straight through me. I gasped and struggled to calm down. 

Once the ring and cage were in place, he picked up another steel piece. It was one of our favorites: a thick, wide cuff for my balls. It had two small loops on either side Master could hang weights on and two spots to allow it to be locked in place. My stretched balls would tighten as I got fucked and they'd hurt like hell by the time we were done.

He added a series of padlocks to the entire thing. One along the top of the cage, holding the cage to the ring, two more, locking the ball cuff on, one through the PA and another through the tip, holding the cap in.

The entirety of my cock and balls was covered in steel, enough so that I wouldn't feel a thing on them. For some reason, that excited me even more, that I would not be feeling pleasure from this; I was solely to be used.

When I was on my feet, the cage pulled hard on my genitals. The locks clicked against the metal, giving an audible addition to the feel of my contained nuts. As he led me out of the bedroom and down the stairs, walking was exceedingly difficult. I could only imagine, even tied down, how much it was going to swing, shake... stimulate me. Yet again, without giving me pleasure.

He led me back into the big, open room that was our combination living/dining room. I had no idea who did it or how, but our spanking bench had been brought down from the playroom and set in the middle of the space. Master led me to it, where I settled into my presentation position, legs braced apart, hands behind my back, eyes lowered.

I stood in front of it, ever aware of my Master moving around behind me.

He stepped up against my back. "I love you. While you will be gagged, you will still have the ball. If you wish to stop at any time, drop it and I will."

I nodded.

"We do this as much for you as me. In the end, you are what matters to me. I am showing you off, my most prized possession, the thing that matters most to me. Though there will be many, those who will be here tonight are closest to us, to me, and I allow them here only because I am willing to allow them to touch the most important thing in my life."

Again, I nodded and leaned back into him. I looked up over my shoulder and met his dark eyes. It took a moment, the emotion overwhelming me but finally, I gathered the ability to speak. "I love you too. I want to do this, Master. Thank you. Thank you so much."

He caught my lips in a long, thorough kiss, then turned me around and pushed on my shoulder. I dropped to my knees as he pulled his already-hard cock out of his jeans. "Suck me, boy."

I scrambled to obey, nearly throwing myself onto his dick. I'd gotten good at taking him, all of him, over the years. I'd learned every spot, every lick that made him moan and thrust and I used them now. In no time, he was grunting and he pulled out, slapping my face with his cock.

My own jumped in its steel prison.

He shoved it back in, all they way into my throat with no preamble. I gagged a little, but he ignored it, pulling out and thrusting back in immediately, giving me no time to recover. He didn't play, fucking my mouth and throat with abandon, taking his pleasure and chasing his orgasm. Just before he came, he pulled out, stroking his cock fast, his other hand fisting in my hair. "Open boy," he growled and I did so, holding it under his hand.

"Do not swallow," he said and came with a grunt, coating my tongue and lips with his cum. When he finished, he smeared it over my lips, pushing the last bit into my mouth. "Hold it on your tongue for now. I want nothing but my taste in your mouth."

I nodded, unable to reply verbally. He slapped my face lightly and went over to the coffee table. I kept my gaze on the floor where he'd been but I could see he picked up a few things and brought them back, setting them on the bench behind me. He took the first thing and held it in front of me: a cock gag. I opened my mouth without being told and he pushed it between my teeth. I smeared his cum over it, settling it against my tongue. Not thick enough to cause my jaw to strain, but enough to tease me. I'd feel a cock, taste my Master, but get nothing more from it.

"No sound tonight, boy. No groans, nothing. You don't get to protest. You're a hole to be used, and holes don't make noise."

I nodded silently in reply, my dick swelling into the spikes again.

Next, he picked up a long strip of black cloth. The blindfold had pads over the eyes so I would see nothing behind it. I looked up at him, taking in his expression-full Dom, his curly black hair and beard making him look just a little evil-and with my eyes fixed to his face, he put the cloth in place. The last image behind my eyes was of him.

Blinded and gagged, he helped me stand and guided me to the bench, helping get my legs in place. He'd added more padding to the supports and I wondered at it, but guessed it was partially because I'd be on there so long. Once secured, he settled my chest against the main part, my piercings digging in just a little as he ran a strap over my back, securing me there too. 

Then he folded my arms behind me and bound those in place with rope. I couldn't move very much at all. My ass stuck out, hole exposed and my steel-encased cock and balls hung below them, heavy and uncomfortable. 

Master's touch disappeared briefly, then I felt something almost ticklish on my ass. First on the left cheek, then on the right. I couldn't quite follow what was going on, but he made sure I knew. "Now everyone will know you're nothing but a slave, cock slut, and cum dump," he murmured in my ear and I realized he'd written those things on my ass. 

My cock jumped again. The whole thing was turning me on so much. I'd never have thought humiliation my thing, but the lower I felt, the harder I got.

He pushed the ball into one hand and I gripped it tightly. I doubted I'd want this to stop. I'd asked for this, wanted to be humiliated, used, and I didn't want to be the one to back out. But I'd learned the hard way over the years that it was a good thing to use my safeword when necessary, that refusing only caused problems, so I took the ball and nodded my promise when he reminded me to use it if I needed to.

Next, he stood above my head, lifting it carefully and setting something under my face. When he laid my head back down, I inhaled and was filled with my Master's scent. I was laying on his T-shirt, probably the one he'd worn to work out in that morning. The smell of sweat and Master was all I could breathe.

A moment later, I felt a slicked-up finger at my hole. "I'm not going to stretch you, slut. You love being wrecked too much, your sloppy ass gaping and used." He leaned over and murmured into my ear. "But I won't have you torn, either. Shake the ball if it's too much, okay?" I nodded and he moved away, spreading more lube around my hole, pushing it inside, and working it around. 

I thought I was ready, but apparently not. I heard the click of a cap again, then Master's hand on my balls. I didn't understand at first what was happening, until he was done and pulled his hand away. Then my balls heated up and I realized he'd put something on them-probably Icy Hot-to make me even more aware of them. The pain was intense, my cock swelling until the spikes felt like huge claws digging into my soft flesh and all of it pulling down, making my entire groin burn. Still, he wasn't done. The final insult was the weights. He hung one on each side of the cuff until my balls felt like they were going to pull off of my body.

It took everything I had to keep my silence and keep still. Hot tears spilled down my face, soaking the blindfold. I bit hard at the gag and gripped the ball tight in my hand. Because in all of this, I needed. Six weeks since I'd had an orgasm. Six week since my balls had felt any sort of relief. I was so aroused, so desperately horny, and always in the forefront of my mind, I knew it would go nowhere. 

Finally, he left me alone.

All of this: the binding, the blindfold, the gag, the smell, the cage, and the intense pain between my legs had me already sinking into a half-aware state, before anyone touched me. I felt my Master, moving around me, but very little registered yet. The room was more or less silent for the moment, except for Master's movements. I heard him open the refrigerator, the sounds of dishes being set on the counter, a few other minor things. He turned on the stereo low and the first few seconds of Enigma's Principles of Lust played. Our dungeon playlist.

I was lost in the music, sinking further into my mindspace when the doorbell rang. I tensed, realizing this was it. I was bound, exposed, marked up, displayed as little more than a piece of furniture.

My cock, having softened during the quiet time, tried to harden again. Pain slid through it, making it worse, making it want to harden even more. It filled the cage, spikes digging in hard and, with nowhere to go, pulled again on my bound balls, intensifying the pain. I groaned softly, thankful it was muffled behind the gag.

I couldn't hear who was at the door. I heard it close, heard footsteps, then felt something at my ear. Cotton. Master pushed it into my ears and while it didn't block everything, it muffled enough sound that I couldn't make anything out. One more way to separate me from people.

I thought I heard the doorbell again, but I couldn't be sure. As I lay there, exposed, lubed, slutty, and ignored, I realized it didn't matter. It wasn't for me to hear or worry. I was nothing that night, nothing but a receptacle for cock and cum. Nothing but an object to be used. I wasn't even a boy that night, just a thing. I sank deeper.

The first cock surprised me. I hadn't been expecting it. I'd been floating a little, aware but not of muffled sounds and people talking and moving around me. I had no idea how much time had passed. 

The dick wasn't Master's, it wasn't big enough to be. But it pushed through my sphincter with no prep except the existing lube, no stretching, and the burn was awesome. That too was the point. Objects didn't need to be prepared. Holes were supposed to be tight.

Now I realized why Master hadn't been in my ass in almost a week. I heard a grunt behind me and what I thought was, "fuck that's tight." Not too tight, I'd guessed because he started thrusting into me. Even though he was smaller than my Master, it took a little while for me to get used to him. The burn stayed with me then he hit my prostate.

And it started to feel good.

I bit hard on the cock gag to focus and hold in sounds. Furniture didn't make noise. Cum dumps didn't react. Objects were silent.

It was then I realized he, whoever was fucking me, hadn't put his hands on me. The only thing that touched me was his cock. I felt pressure and fabric against my ass when he bottomed out-he was apparently fully dressed except for his cock-and something hit my stretched balls, making them swing and stimulate me. But nothing else. No hands, no other touch. I was an object, not worthy of that.

I sank a little further into my head.

The cock inside me twitched and I knew I was taking my first load of the night. I wondered how many I would take before it was over, but I didn't have much time to think. I felt the lightest of something on my ass, then he was gone. Immediately following the first cock withdrawing, my ass was filled with another. Slightly thicker than the last, he fucked me much harder than the other man did. He also hit my prostate more and my cock tried to harden again, more, pulling harder on my balls, my whole packing swinging hard.

He grunted more than the first one, but it didn't take him as long to come. He left, that light touch to my ass came again, and still another dick replaced the last. By this time, their way was eased quite a bit by the spunk already filling my hole. Thicker even than the last, he pushed roughly into me, not giving me a chance to get used to him. He fucked me hard, pounding into my prostate and it took everything I had to keep quiet.




Beautiful Boy - Dark Fantasy



He moaned loudly as he unloaded into me and stayed buried for a long time. Finally, he pulled out and for the first time that night, I felt the cum drip out of my ass and run over my balls. Before I could do anything with the knowledge, the next dick thrust into me. 

I lost track. It took a few more to realize they were making tally marks on my ass. A count of how many dicks I took or how many loads. I stopped thinking, though, only felt. This one thicker, that one longer. All of them leaving their spunk behind time and again. 

At some point, they took the cotton out of my ear and I heard them discussing me, voices I didn't recognize. "Look at that ass. So fucking loose and slutty. A whore's tighter than that."

"It can't even hold the spunk in anymore. Look at it, dripping all over. Such a sloppy hole." This wasn't entirely true. Sure, the cocks pushed it out, but it wasn't because I couldn't hold it in. I was guessing, though, that wasn't the point. "So stretched out, it's almost useless."

"Almost, but not quite. Still feels good, though. Got another load for it?" 

"Fuck yeah, I'll go again. A hole's a hole, even a stretched-out loose one."

I wondered how it was that my cheeks burned hearing it and yet my cock swelled even more in the cage. My balls, so sore and heavy, ached incredibly, my own load desperate to blow. I'd never been more humiliated in my life, and could only remember once being more turned on-that first desperate, needy night with Master.

Another cock entered me, started fucking me hard. This one hit my prostate a lot. My ass, so well trained to lead me to orgasm, wanted me to come. I wanted me to come. But there was a plug in my dick, and I didn't have permission. Objects didn't orgasm.

I floated again, somewhere outside myself, only vaguely aware of cocks and cum and hash marks. I never stopped feeling them fuck me. Despite their words about how loose, stretched, and useless my ass was, I felt every cock thrust into me, every one of them fucking me, twitching inside me as it unloaded more and more spunk into my already over-full ass. My balls, ass, and legs were covered in their cum. Someone had come on my face. I really was a sloppy, fucked mess.

Sometime later, I vaguely became aware that the noise in the room had died down. I heard two distinct voices now, Masters Mal and Logan. A moment later, I felt hands on me, untying my arms then my legs. They rubbed my shoulders and hips as feeling spiked into them, then I was lifted, shifted until I straddled someone while on carpet-not my Master, Master Logan? That didn't make sense, I thought Master Logan was too stuck on his boy Shane, but I reminded myself it wasn't for me to know and pushed the thought away. I felt one more unfamiliar cock fill my hole. The blindfold and gag were still on me, so I still couldn't see or make a noise. I could smell though and the smell of sex and sweat was thick in the air. 

They eased me forward until I was leaning over the man I straddled. I braced myself on either side of the man's shoulders as another cock prodded my ass. Master's, I'd know it anywhere. I bit hard at the gag to hold in the moan. He pushed in and I was surprised by how easily my ass accepted his with the other dick still in there. 

He started fucking me. He wasn't gentle or careful. He fucked hard and fast, almost punishing. Then the other man thrust too, opposite Master. They pistoned into me and my dick strained hard at the stimulation. My balls ached, so full and desperate to empty.

A moment later, the thrusting slowed, they pulled me back and I felt tugs at my cage. The plug eased loose from my dick and precum flowed copiously. 

I was in trouble. There was no way I'd manage to hold back my orgasm at this point, when they released me from the cage. I was going to come without permission and I was quickly on the edge of panic.

Master must have seen it, because he murmured into my ear. "Shhh. It's all right. When you're ready, boy. I'm not letting you out of the cage. But if you can come still locked up in it, then do so."

I'd never come while still in the cage before. But they weren't taking me out, instead, someone grabbed my full, aching balls and squeezed hard as Master went back to fucking my ass. Someone pulled my hair, then twisted one of my nipple rings.

And it was over. I screamed, the gag only barely muffling it. I couldn't have held it back to save my life. Even without my cock fully erect, still in the cage, I came. My orgasm hit brutally, yanking the cum from my balls almost painfully. It kept going, pumping stream after stream after stream through the metal of my cage, white fire searing through my veins. My ass muscles clenched over the incredible fullness and I heard twin shouts and knew I was taking the last two loads in my ass. The knowledge sent an aftershock through my system and I came again,or perhaps it was still, I didn't know. I spurted more, my balls hurting even more as they forced the cum from me.

I must have lost consciousness. The next time I became aware of myself was when Master carried me into the bathroom. My eyes were uncovered, my cock and balls were free, the gag was gone. I blinked in the half-light and looked up at him.

He smiled at me, the one I'd come to know when I'd been floating from intense play. "Hi, baby."

"Hi," I whispered, returning the smile and burrowing into his arms.

"How are you feeling?"

I gave it real thought, knowing it wasn't an idle question. I catalogued the different parts, trying to decide what was important. My ass felt like I'd been fisted. Maybe even more than that. I was stretched so wide, I couldn't believe it.

"Stretched, but not sore, not there. My cock and balls hurt. My nipple is a little sore." I wiggled my jaw. "And my jaw is a bit sore. I don't know about emotion yet."

He nodded. "All things we can take care of." He kissed me on the forehead, then turned me around, pointing my ass at the mirror on the door.

I stared at my reflection. The slave, cum dump, and cock slut words were still there, though smudged, written around my asshole. It looked like he'd used black lipstick or something to put them on me. 

On either side of those words were groups of the hash marks. "Is that..." My eyes widened.

"Loads, boy," Master said, chuckling. "You won't know how many cocks you took or who they belonged to, but that's the number of loads that got dumped in your slutty ass."

I blinked at the hash marks and my mouth dropped. Either I took a lot more cocks than I realized or they all left at least two loads in my ass. I counted... "thirty?"

Master's smile was altogether evil. "Yes. Thirty loads, boy, not counting the two at the end. You were tied down for hours. They couldn't get enough of your loose, sloppy boy cunt. Kept coming back for more."

I twisted a little more and spread my ass cheeks, not surprised when it looked like I was still stretched open. Master pushed two fingers into my ass and cum spilled out, running down my legs. "You're still so full of their spunk." I couldn't quite understand the tone of voice, but Master didn't sound angry or disgusted. He fingered me more, pushing more of it out to run down me. He spread some of it over my ass, some over my balls, making an even bigger mess on me than had been there before. He gripped my cheeks and spread them. "Push it out," he whispered, eyes glued to my asshole in the mirror. I did as he bid, working my muscles to expel more of the cum and making it drip.

I could feel his hard cock against my hip and I wondered at it. Hadn't he just come not long ago? But apparently my messy ass turned him on more. He spun me around, forced me down over the sink and kicked my legs apart. Then, without a word, he thrust his cock hard into my ass. He pinned my head down with one hand fisted in my hair and with the other, held my arms together on my back. He fucked me hard and fast, almost brutally. His balls slapped against me, stimulating my sore ones. 

"Such a sloppy little slut," he rumbled. "So fucking stretched. So loose. Nothing but a hole for me to fuck."

My face burned with the words and my cock woke up again, hardening fast.

"That's all you're good for, isn't it?" he growled. I didn't answer, knowing it wasn't a question, not really. "Just a sloppy, greedy little boy cunt, good for taking cocks. A place to dump cum." He pumped faster as my face burned more, pounding into my prostate, making me see stars. My cock jumped, harder than ever. I blinked up at his face, what I could see of it, his expression almost savage.

My dick dripped at the look, strained as he fucked me, making me thrust into the air. My cock jumped, useless, untouched. Fuckholes didn't need them.

He pulled out, spun me around, shoving me to my knees. My asshole oozed more cum at being spread so wide, dripping over my balls. I didn't have time to worry about it, though. He gripped my hair in one hand and slapped my face with his cock hard once, twice, three times, spreading the cum covering his dick over my cheeks and nose and forehead. Then he jerked his cock a few more times and shot his load all over my face to join the rest. He smeared it around, mixing with the other spunk, then slapped me with his dick again. 

When he was done, he tugged me to my feet, hauled me up onto the sink, then, shocking me completely, swallowed my cock. I shouted, hands scrabbling for purchase on the counter as he sucked me hard. My eyes crossed and I struggled with the need to hold back orgasm. I was desperate, gripping the counter hard. I hadn't had my cock stimulated like this for ages and before I knew it, I was screaming up on the edge. I whimpered pitifully, desperately fighting the pleasure. 

I was almost crying with the attempt when he pulled off briefly, looked up at me and said, "Come, boy," then swallowed me again.

My vision went white and for the second time that night, I came so hard my balls hurt. It was even more intense than the climax earlier. He continued working my dick, drawing it out, the pleasure so huge, I lost track of everything except his mouth on me. I'm sure I shook. I know I was still shouting; I couldn't help it.

He kept sucking, moving over my cock, even after the orgasm faded. I winced, whimpering as he continued to stimulate my oversensitive flesh. The sounds turned begging, but he ignored me. He held me firmly as I writhed, desperate to get away from it. It hurt, horribly, but he wouldn't let go. I knew he liked to do this, but I always begged, always fought a little. I couldn't help it. Still, he kept it up until I cried out.

When he finally pulled off my still-hard, painful cock, I realized I had tears streaming down my face. The first orgasm from my cock in six months and it was more than I could even begin to imagine. I was still shaking from the aftermath when he gathered me into his arms.

"Time to clean you up, my beautiful boy," he whispered.

He carried me over to the shower and managed to turn on the water with me still in his arms. He adjusted the temperature then stepped inside and set me on the bench. The first thing he did was rinse me down with the showerhead, clearing the worst of the cum from my face and skin. Then he picked up the nozzle he'd put in after we got together, and motioned for me to turn around and brace myself against the bench. He slid the nozzle into my ass easily, then flipped the lever, diverting the water into my bowels.

I had to fight hard to keep the water inside me, I was that loose. It filled my guts slowly and before long, I was shaking with it. Master flipped the lever, but didn't remove the nozzle right away. He held it inside me, rubbing my belly with the other hand, soothing me. I breathed carefully, having done this many times. Finally, he pulled it free and I watched as the water whoosed out of me, taking with it the cum still inside me.

He repeated it three times more, not satisfied until it ran clear. As shaky as I was when we were done, he sat me on the bench and bathed me down quickly and washing my hair. I didn't realize it, but somewhere along the way, someone had come on my hair too.

Finally clean, he made me stay sitting and scrubbed himself off quickly. When he'd finished, we climbed out and he dried me off, then returned my original metal cage to me. Once I was securely locked away as he liked, he turned my ass back to the mirror. "The hash marks are in Sharpie. We'll need to add two more from the end. You'll see that for days, boy, and it and your stretched ass'll remind you exactly what you did."

I stared for a long moment. Thirty little lines on my ass. Thirty times, a man-I'd never know who-had come inside me, at my Master's order. My hole still felt open and stretched, sloppy like they'd said earlier. 

I frowned. I told him I trusted him, and I did. We'd talked about this, but I still worried. "Master, are they... did they..."

"Every one of them gave me recent test results. I wouldn't have let them near you otherwise."

I breathed a small sigh of relief, then frowned. "I'm sorry, I-"

"No. I know you trust me, but it's not something to play with." He kissed me softly.

I looked up at my Master, trying to gauge his mood, but I couldn't read him. He seemed different than before the shower, but I wasn't sure. Finally, I remembered our promise, the most important one between us. "How are you feeling about this, Master? Do... do you still want me?" My voice came out sounding small. That had been the biggest fear in all this. That he'd do this for me, even a little for him, and then, after me being so slutty, not want me anymore. I held my breath.

Master lifted his hands and cupped my face. "I will always want you, Kyle Tate. Nothing we agree to do together is going to change that. I love you. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone." He kissed me gently on the forehead, then took my left hand, holding it up, my wedding placed ring right in my vision. "I married you two years ago, gave you my name, and even if it's not legal here, that doesn't matter. I did it to make you a promise. I'll keep that promise. I will love you and cherish you until I can't draw breath anymore."

I closed my eyes and leaned into him, wrapping my arms around his chest. He held me close, kissing the top of my head. "I love you, Mal. I'm sorry, I-"

"No, don't apologize. I'm glad you asked." 

He kissed me again and held me in silence for a few long moments, then pulled back. "Let's go to bed. We can talk more where it's warm."

He took my hand and together we went into the bedroom, turning out all but the bedside lights and climbing between the sheets. When I was firmly wrapped in his arms again, he tilted my chin up. "What would you say if I told you a good four of those loads were mine?"

My eyes widened. "Really?"

He nodded. "It kept turning me on, watching them fuck you, watching your ass swallow them one after another. I don't know that I understand it completely except that in that moment, I knew I owned you. You were mine. You trusted me implicitly. And I got to choose exactly what happened to you. And I wanted them-all of them-fucking you, leaving their sloppy cum in your ass, using you the way I directed them to. That's a powerful thing."

I let that digest for a long moment. "I floated a lot. I sank into my submission so deeply, I lost track of a lot of it. I mean... I was constantly stimulated, constantly approaching orgasm and stopping, but... I floated. It felt really good. At one point, I heard them talking about me." I paused, frowning. "I never thought humiliation would be a kink, you know?" He nodded. "But they were talking about me being sloppy and loose and worse than a whore and... and while my face was burning... my cock was as hard as it could get in the cage."

"Would you want to do it again?" he asked.

I looked up at him. "I... God, Master, the orgasm was intense. And I really think a huge portion of it was all I'd gone through that night. The feeling of being used, degraded, ignored. I... I..." I hesitated, but forced myself to remember our promise. "Yes, I would."

"Good. I would too." He grinned. "They certainly want it. They asked if we'd do it again." My eyes widened and he nodded. "Oh yeah. They thought it was hot, loved your boy cunt. So, next time, I'm going to alter the bench and how you're positioned a little. I want you to be able to be there for even longer. It was only a few hours tonight, but I want you there for a whole evening. I want to give them a chance to have you more, want to see just how many loads we can leave in your ass." He paused briefly, looked thoughtful. "Wonder if we can get to fifty? Or even more?" His grin turned a little evil. "You'll be just as sloppy, just as loose and if I have my way, even messier. I'll have them taking you two at a time, fucking you until your ass will be so stretched, so wrecked, you can't sit."

I whimpered, my cock twitching. 

He gripped my cage, squeezing my balls. "And all because I say so." He leaned in to my ear and lowered his voice. "Because your slutty, cum dump, boy pussy belongs to me, isn't that so?"

"Yes, Master," I moaned, my cock straining against the cage. "All yours."

"Oh yes. Yes, it is." He squeezed again and I cried out when the pain took over. He gripped my hair, tilting my head back and kissing me hard. His tongue plunged into my mouth, and I shuddered at the power behind it, behind him. 

"Horny again?" he asked when he broke the kiss. 

I whimpered my "yes," my balls throbbing, cock straining once more against the cage.

"Good. Because that's how a good boy should be. Horny and denied." He bit hard at my neck, then pulled back. "I'm thinking a few months. We'll let your ass recover with only me fucking it. Then we'll do it again. And if you're good, I might let you come before then."

He paused, massaging my balls as I shivered in his arms. "Then again, if you're really good, maybe I won't."

I moaned and spurted precum.