1 comments/ 132000 views/ 16 favorites I'll Do It By: Sean Renaud It was perfect blue day with only a few lazy clouds hanging in the sky. Birds were singing and squirrels were happily chattering in the treetops. Even in California where the sun is a near constant thing this was a beautiful afternoon, the kind of day that should have been spent picnicking with lovers, at the beach or even in a local park flying a kite. Kate was dressed like she was planning a beach visit. The bubble gum pink baby tee with the words "Boy Toy" emblazoned across it covered her breasts, if she held her breath. Otherwise it rode up just enough to reveal the undersides of her well endowed chest. The shorts she was wearing were actually worse, the backs were creeping into the crack of her ass and the fronts were so narrow that her swollen cunt lips were visible on either side. It had been a few years since she'd pulled her long blonde hair into pig tails but she'd been told how she was going to dress for the meet and the last thing she wanted to do was to upset anybody. She'd followed all of the directions to a tee. Bright red lipstick, blue eye shadow, pink ribbons in her hair. She was even wearing the roller skates like she'd been told. It wasn't all that different from the way she'd dressed in her twenties but that had been almost a decade ago and now the revealing clothing felt foreign. Kate checked her watch. She had just five more minutes to get to her meeting. It wasn't going to be a problem. The park wasn't five minutes wide on foot and she was on a pair of skates. She just had to steel her nerves. This wasn't something she was looking forward to by any stretch of the imagination. This was something that she had to do for her family. It wasn't hard for Kate to find the men she was supposed to be meeting. They were the only men dressed in formal suits at the park. It was absurd to the point that even in her distress Kate couldn't suppress a giggle. It was seven men dressed in dark suits like the mob from a movie. She didn't have to wait long for them to make their intention for her known either. She'd known of course what they wanted when instructed her on how to dress but somehow she hadn't expected them to look at her like that. She could feel them like slugs slithering over her body. Kate felt physically ill when she skated up to the men. "So I do this and my husband's debt goes away?" "No." The man speaking was just over five feet tall; Kate would have been staring down at him even without the roller skates giving her an extra two inches. His black hair was swept back into a pony tail and the slight almond shape of his eyes hinted at some oriental blood in his family. "You do this and your husband doesn't take flying lessons from a rock. Well he won't take those flying lessons tomorrow like we'd all expected. He'll take em in two or three days. If you get all the way through this and frankly honey I don't think you will, then your debt is halved and you get another six months. Ten large is, well you're an attractive woman, but for ten grand I can get any woman." Kate felt her stomach sink slightly. "Okay fine. What do I have to do?" "Anything and everything. I have to admit that you look very enticing in that get up Kate. Do you feel sexy?" Kate nodded timidly both because she knew it was what he wanted to hear and because it was true. "Good. Now we're gonna start off a bit slow here cus its Mikey's first time doing this." Ken motioned towards an overweight man at the end of the bench. "So get down on your knees and suck his cock." "Here? Someone might see us!" Kate protested. There weren't many people in the park. It was noon so all the children were still in school. The few people who were in the park were sitting at other benches or picnicking in the grass. They probably wouldn't notice anything at the distant gazebo and Kate knew that was why it had been chosen. "Fine." Kate unsteadily got down to her knees in front of Mikey. He opened his coat and grinned smugly down at her. When Kate reached out to unzip his pants Ken slapped her hands. "Use your mouth bitch." Kate glared up at Ken then bit down on the front of Mikey's pants yanking hard to undo the button. It took several tries to get her teeth around the zipper and lower it. She felt her body blush at humiliating act of submission. It would have been bad enough if she'd been doing this someplace private for one man but there were five of them gathered around her. Worse anybody walking by would see her ass hanging out of a pair of shorts that were several sizes to small. Then Kate nuzzled up against his boxers pushing her nose through the slit at the front of his boxers and using a combination of her tongue, nose and chin managed to fish Mikey's cock from his boxers. There was no need for then to tell Kate what she was supposed to do at that point. A woman on her knees facing a fully engorged cock doesn't need instructions, just encouragement. Kate closed her eyes trying to imagine that she was anyplace but where she was. "Keep your eyes open." Ken barked. Kate gasped and Mikey took the opportunity to slam his cock straight to the back of her skull. Kate didn't like sucking cock normally, she hated being face fucked. Mikey seemed to be enjoying watching her gag each time he hit the back of her throat. The guys gathered around her watching certainly were. Kate couldn't focus on them though; she was focused on sucking in air whenever she could. At first she tried to maintain some dignity but once her own spittle started running down her throat soaking her shirt to her tits she gave up on that. There were tears forming in her eyes and even that seemed to excite the brutes gathered around to watch Kate's humiliation. If there was any positive part about the brutal throat job it was that it got Mikey off in a matter of minutes and she didn't even taste it. One by one the other men took their turns with her. Some were rough like Mikey but most of them seemed to enjoy watching her humiliate herself more than they wanted to watch her gag. The verbal abuse from them was the worst. They made her agree with every foul declaration that they could come up with. "Okay, enough of that." Ken declared and pulled his cock free from Kate's lips. Just because it amused him he thumped her forehead with his cock. "Lose the shorts doll." Kate got back to her feet and hooked her thumbs to the waistband of her too short shorts. She wasn't trying to be sexy when she wriggled free of her shorts, it was the result of trying to undress on roller skates that had her hips swaying and pushed her pert rump out inviting several unwanted touches. She did manage to get them off without falling which surprised her slightly. "Good. Now we all want to see you cum. So up on the table now." Kate awkwardly climbed up onto the table. She'd spent enough time between dance and cheerleading in her youth that she wasn't uncomfortable with the splits. What was making it difficult to spread her legs was the realization again of just how public her use was. She'd been able to partially block it from her mind when she'd been staring at the men and her eyes were filled up with tears. It was different to be facing the park and watching a couple strolling through the grass. They were too far off to see unless they were really looking and Ken and his gang were doing a good job of blocking the view from outside but it was impossible to completely block out the fact that she was in public and it glued her thighs together. "I can't." She whispered. "You can't?" Ken smiled wickedly. She understood in that moment why her husband was so deathly afraid of that man. There was something genuinely palpably evil in him. "That's fine. We can go now and just tell your hubby he should study up on the laws of gravity because there will be quiz on Friday." He slapped Mikey's chest. "You hear that. I told her that he'll be quizzed. That shit's funny right?" There were plenty of nods and forced chuckles. Kate realized as her eyes moved over the group she wasn't the only one terrified of Ken. "Fine! I can try. Just gimme a second." Kate begged. "You know what get off the table. We don't want anybody to see you, get over there in the grass bitch." Ken shouted. Kate couldn't obey fast enough. The patch of grass he pointed too was behind the gazebo and lower. She was less likely to draw any attention there. Kate crawled into a soft patch of grass and dredged a fantasy from her deepest secrets. She knew she was putting on a show so she did. Kate rolled around in the grass she felt the warmth rising in that familiar place. In her mind she was performing for her husband, mercilessly teasing him. That was why her hands wandered down between her thighs. She was hot already; a yelp jumped from her lips the moment she touched her own sex. She started with a single finger, twisting and searching inside her for that special spot. She felt the electricity when she found it and squealed closing her thighs around her hand. One moment and several deep breaths later she had worked her way up to three fingers thrusting in and out of her snatch. Once she got started it was easy for her to ignore the leering men for a moment. It didn't matter that where standing over her insulting her. The world ended at the tips of her fingers. The stark contrast of the cool grass and her hot flesh wasn't wasted on Kate at all. Each twist in the grass sent new waves of pleasure through her lithe body. Kate rolled onto her stomach, both of her hands pinned between her body and the earth wiggling fingers inside her, another set of fingers working her clit is slow circles. Her hips had a mind of their own, twisting and grinding back against her fingers and her ass was thrust straight into the air so the cool morning air could caress her womanhood. Kate yowled aloud when her fingers hit her special spot again and again finally hitting exactly where she wanted. She cried out in ecstasy before she remembered where she was and bit her lower lip to silence herself. "Whoa. That's enough there." Ken smiled and broke Kate's temporary safety. She shuddered slightly as the reminder of why she was doing this sank in. "You know, you're a pretty sexy girl. I bet you might even enjoy this a little. But this next part, this parts for freaks only. How much freak you got in you girl?" "Plenty." Kate replied hoping she sounded confident. The reality was she was back where she'd started. Almost too terrified to move. "Good. Get the cup." One of the men standing pulled a simple innocuous McDonalds cup from a bag. It was still half filled with Sprite. He placed it on the ground and Kate watched in utter disgust as the men stood around the cup and took aim. All of them pissed into the cup quickly melting the remaining ice and eventually over filling the cup. Kate knew what they wanted and shook her head in disbelief. They couldn't possibly be sick enough to want her to drink that. It was in human. "I can't. I won't." She stared at the cup thinking about what was at stake but her stomach twisted into vicious knots. She started to stand up to leave when Ken affirmed her earlier feeling of abject dread. "That's fine. Only one woman ever made it through the entire test. I just want you to understand something. You husband, he might not die. The bridge I drop people off of isn't very high. Most people take a few minutes after the impact to die. Some actually survive though with every bone broken they wish they hadn't. My point of course is that your husband might live long enough for you to explain that the reason he was thrown was because you didn't love him enough to drink some piss. It seems mighty trivial." Until that point in her life Kate had never tasted hatred. She thought she had. She thought she hated Tara for stealing her boyfriend in the ninth grade. She thought she hated Mike for dumping her in twelfth grade and she had been absolutely certain she loathed her boss when she was twenty. Right then she realized that she had never hated anybody in her life because the feeling she had for Ken was hatred. It literally raised her temperature enough that she could feel the difference when she grabbed the cup. Kate wasn't sure why she locked her gaze on his when she started pouring the foul brew into her mouth. There was some kind of connection though because she felt it. They both knew exactly what was happening as she gulped down mouthfuls of piss. That was the moment that broke her. Staring into Ken's eyes as she swallowed his urine snapped something inside her. She thought it would hurt but it didn't. It was just as low as she could get and nothing else mattered. It was liberating it its own way. Liberating enough that she smiled when she triumphantly crushed the cup and belched. "I'm finishing." "Is that right?" Ken asked smiling. "I'll be honest with you. That right there is the bitch maker. From here on out it's mostly clear sailing. Well at least if you're only problem is your stomach. Beg Mikey to fuck your asshole. If he doesn't believe it, hell if we all don't believe it well. . ." To make his point Ken picked up a random rock and gave his full attention to observing it fall from his hand to the earth. Kate set her jaw for a moment gathering her nerves and staring back at Ken. The fear he set in her soul also cemented her determination to get through this. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of another broken woman. Slowly she turned to Mikey. "Mikey. Please, please won't you fuck me?" She twisted over so her breasts were brushing against the long blades of grass and her ass was poised invitingly for Mikey. One hand slipped between her splayed open thighs and pulled her cheeks open revealing her puckered brown anus. "I know you'd fuck me nice and hard. You'd make it hurt so good wouldn't you?" She pushed a finger into her asshole and sighed contently. "Fingers are fine but I'd rather a big fat cock like yours should be stretching me out." A salacious smile spread across her face. For Kate it was an easy lie to tell, she enjoyed anal. "I'd do anything to get that cock in my ass." Her voice lowered a few octaves to a breathy tone of desperation. It genuine enough to make Kate blush but she kept going. "I'll even suck you clean when you finish. How many girls do you know who volunteer for that?" Mikey was sold. She'd probably had him at hello but he almost knocked her over in his enthusiasm when she promised she'd go ass to mouth. The only thing she would have changed if she'd had the power to was that he was pulling her hair. She hated that, but it helped her keep focus on what was happening. She wasn't having fun here, this was a rape. She wasn't supposed to be enjoying the thick cock sawing in and out of her backside. She wasn't supposed to be biting her lip to keep from crying out. Kate wasn't supposed to be feeling her stomach start clenching, gathering up for her orgasm but all of those things were happening. It was just that Mikey's cock felt so good. She would have given him the satisfaction of knowing she was enjoying this if it wouldn't have drawn attention to her. The constant tickle of the grass beneath her breasts reminded her that she was in public. That any moment someone, someone she knew might walk over and see her with her ass the air being fucked by a man that wasn't her husband. Then it happened and she couldn't help it. Her orgasm slammed into her gut as hard as a fist. It rocked her entire body and the pleasured cry she'd managed to keep in her throat until then burst free into open air. Kate didn't care who heard it, it didn't matter right then. What mattered was riding that orgasm to its peak. Her fingers dug into the grass pulling up clods of dirt each time she pushed back against Mikey's cock chasing the magic spot that he'd hit before and pushing him to his orgasm at the same time. As the orgasm waned and washed out of her system Kate rested her head on her folded arms and sighed contently forgetting for a moment what was happening. She was reminded when each of the other men took their turns adding their spunk to the mess gathering in her ass. She was lucky enough that they gave her a second orgasm before they'd each had their turns. "Wow, you made it pretty far doll. Most girls can't handle getting fucked in the A by a group of guys." Ken gloated. "But this here, only one woman has ever managed. Pop a squat." Confused Kate did as she was told. Ken grabbed the cup partially refilled with piss and slid it beneath her. Disgusted Kate glared at the man but she didn't wait for him to tell her what disgusting thing he wanted from her. Instead she clenched her stomach forcing the semen five men had deposited in her bowels out and into the cup. Kate's face contorted of its own will. It had been degrading enough to drink their piss, but now it had light brown globs of semen floating in it. It looked of all things like a pervert's lava lamp frothing and constantly changing its flow. "Please don't make me do this." Kate whispered looking up at Ken hoping for a glimmer of humanity. What she received was proof that evil did exist. No human being could possibly have spoken the way he did. He wasn't angry, or threatening. It didn't even seem like he was excited to see a woman debase herself. For him this was just business no more interesting than purchasing a gallon milk. "I'm not making you do this. You can leave and you'll have all of tomorrow to say goodbye." Tears welled in Kate's eyes but she grabbed the warm cup brought it to her lips and gulped down the foul fluid. "Is that all?" She whispered trying to keep the contents of her stomach in place. "Yes. Oh tell your husband to check out the video online. He might like what he sees." Ken wiggled a cell phone camera and walked away. I'll Do That As always, this is a work of fiction, and as such, any depiction of the characters engaged in sex is consensual and only amongst those who have attained a majority age. It's also fantasy and should not be construed as anything but...Enjoy... Growing up in a liberal household does not allow for many secrets. There are no locks on our bedroom doors, and occasionally, when I was a little girl, I would go into my parent's bedroom and watch them make love. Sometimes they would stop and cover up. Sometimes, especially if they were near completion, they would just go ahead and finish. They never scolded me. One time, when I took my twin brother into watch, we saw, for the first time, our mom suck daddy's cock. She didn't stop when she saw us, and winked as she swallowed his load. Nothing was ever said after they were finished, not then, not ever, as no matter what kind of sex they'd been having, when they were finished, they'd snuggle and take a nap. That was our cue to leave and go about our business. Over the years, as I developed through puberty and learned to masturbate using my memories of mom and dad having sex, I often fantasized about having a cock in my mouth; like I'd seen that afternoon so many years ago. But fantasy is where my entire sex life took place. I was determined to remain a virgin until I found mister "I'll spend the rest of my life with you". I avoided the guys at school who only wanted a quick grope or other physical entanglements that happen when a young boy's hormones are raging. Other secrets that didn't exist in our home were the types that come from privacy. We didn't have any. My twin brother, Evan, and I shared a bathroom that was between our two rooms and almost daily, one or the other of us would enter while the other was already inside, and we'd go about our business in various stages of undress. In fact, if our schedules were tight, I'd often shower while Evan shaved at the basin next to the shower stall. The first time I ever saw Evan masturbate was really cool I'd just gotten out of bed and had to pee something fierce. I knew Evan was in the shower, but I didn't know I'd get to watch him stroke his cock and fire a few jets of semen on to the shower's tile wall and floor. When Evan opened his eyes and saw me sitting on the toilet, he just shrugged his shoulders, got out of the shower, toweled off, and left me sitting there with my hand spending an extra long time, drying my pussy. When I flushed, I opened the shower door and saw some of his cum dripping down the wall. I scooped it up and smelled it and rolled it around between my fingers trying to get a handle on just what it reminded me of. The most similar texture I could think of was somewhere between egg whites and yogurt. And of course, I put a dab on my tongue to see what it tasted like, but I really couldn't tell too much other than it tasted similar to the way it smelled; earthy and somewhat like very mild bleach. But I knew enough to know it wasn't a bad taste. I now had additional knowledge to add to my fantasy of sucking cock, the fantasy I'd developed when I saw my mother's throat muscles at work swallowing what ever it was that came out of my father's cock. It was then I knew what I wanted, and from that point on, whenever I fantasized, I dreamed of the day I'd get my first belly full. Now I don't want you, dear reader, to think I was obsessed with thoughts of sex. I wasn't. I was a serious student of music. I played on the varsity volley ball team. Evan and I won every science faire we ever entered, and when we both stayed home to enroll in our hometown college, there were so many challenges; most thoughts of sex got put on the back burner as far as my schedule, or should I say, our schedules, went. Oh, I'd masturbate once or twice a week, but usually, from the time I got up, until I fell asleep studying, I was too preoccupied to let fantasy intrude. Not so Evan. In our sophomore year of college, he found a girlfriend. Claire was from a family similar to our own. That is to say, she'd lived in our University town her entire life though she'd attended a different high school. She was sweet, pretty, and, like us, more interested in the academic part of college life, than the social side. This worked out well for the two of them, as they both had a similar approach to preparing for a career after university. But they took time, once or twice a week, to fuck. Or so I thought. During spring break of our sophomore year, Evan and I were left alone when our parents went on a cruise and Claire went with her family on a vacation to Hawaii for two weeks. We stayed in town to recharge our emotional batteries, as we'd been pedal to the metal for the past 18 months. After the first two days of break, I could tell Evan was antsy. Call it twin's intuition, but I thought I'd see if I might be able to identify Evan's problem and help him with it. "Hey, bro'. Got a minute?" "Sure sis, what's up?" "Not much with me. But I get the sense; you're not enjoying the break." "You got that right." "What's the matter?" "I really don't know. I don't seem to want to do anything or go anywhere." "Are you missing Claire?" "A bit." "A bit, huh?" "Well, maybe more than a bit." "Missing all that sex you could be having, if she hadn't gone to Hawaii with her folks." "All what sex?" "Oh, come on now mister. I know you guys are rutting every chance you get." "Boy that is so far from the truth, you couldn't be more wrong if you tried to be wrong." "What are you talking about? You guys have had sex. I know you've had sex. Haven't you?" "A few times. But no where near as often as I'd like." "Why is that?" "Claire just isn't all that sexual and only does it 'cause she knows I need it." "Do you guys use protection?" "Of course. We're not even sure if we'll stay together. The last thing I want is to be forced into a situation, or to force Claire into a situation, that will derail our career paths." "Why don't you get her to give you a blowjob when she's not in the mood?" "Are you kidding? Claire won't put her face anywhere near "down there" as she refers to my groin. She thinks sex is in one position and that's it and that's as far as it goes." "Wow. I'd a thought you were more into sex than that." "What about you? I don't see you going out with any guys. What are you doing, or more correctly, who are you doing?" "You know I'm a virgin. I make no secret of that fact." "Aren't you curious?" "Of course. But as I told you when we graduated high school, I'll wait for mister right to gift my special barrier to. I want to be mostly chaste when I get married." "Mostly?" "Yeah. I won't lie and say I don't think about it from time to time, but an occasional masturbatory session is as far as it goes with me." "Wow. We're pathetic for people who are no longer teenagers." "Yup." "So, what should we do?" "Let's get a pizza and drink lots of beer." "Best idea I've heard this week." So, there it was. Our cards were on the table. We'd always been honest with each other, you know, that special bond between twins, so we'd now discussed the last "unspoken" subject with each other. I felt somehow much closer to my sibling and honestly, I also felt much closer to being an adult. As I was halfway through my 5th beer, Evan got a glint in his eye and cleared his throat. He reached over and took my hand in his own and smiled. "How do you recommend I get Claire to give me more sex?" "Be honest with her." "I've been honest with her, but it seems to go in one ear and out the other." "What if you show her you're willing to put your mouth "down there" as you said she refers to your groin? Show her fair's, fair." "Not a chance. She is totally set against getting or giving oral. I think she thinks it makes people's teeth crooked, or something." "Ha, ha. That's hilarious." "I really wish she wasn't so dead set against it." And then it dawned on me. Here was the perfect opportunity to find out if having a cock in my mouth and eating cum, was, in reality, as cool as I thought it was when I fantasized. "I'll do that." "Do what?" "I'll give you a blowjob." "What? You're crazy." "No I'm not." "Well, the idea's crazy. You're my sister for Christ sakes." "Wait. Hear me out." Evan paused for a moment before speaking. "Okay. This I gotta hear." I had him. If he was willing to listen, and if I described what I wanted to do, he wouldn't stand a chance. "Well," he said, interrupting my thoughts. "I'm waiting." "Okay. But let me say everything I have to say, before you say yes or no." "Go ahead." "Sure. Do you remember that time I dragged you into mom and dad's bedroom and we watched as she blew dad?" "Yeah. But we didn't see much of the blowjob as I recall. We got there just as dad came in her mouth." "You're right. But I saw enough that day to fuel many of my masturbatory fantasy thoughts ever since." "You did? What about it gets you off?" "I don't know really. I mean, just the idea of having something in my mouth that requires such intimacy, that brings such pleasure, and can reward me with a bellyful of the stuff that helps make life, is about as much of a turn on for me, as it must be for the guy on the receiving end." "I wish Claire thought like you." "I bet every guy on the planet wishes their significant other thought like I think." "You got that right," Evan agreed, chuckling slightly. "There's more." "More?" "Yeah." "Go ahead." "Well," I said, pausing briefly to collect my thoughts. "From what I've read, it, and by it I mean semen, is supposed to be made up of materials that are all good for a person." "Huh?" "I've read the sugars and proteins are fully digestible, and, if either ingested or rubbed into the skin, it causes a woman's beneficial hormones to increase, thereby increasing her sense of well-being." "Wow. Maybe someone should bottle it. If it does all the things you say, sales would be through the roof." "They already do so. Semen is used in cosmetics." "Nuh uh." "Yes it is. Also, placenta and urea are also used as components of many cosmetic products." "Well don't that beat all. Maybe men should just spray their cum and pee on a woman before she gets all dressed up to go out." "Ooh. Sounds kinky." We both laughed out loud. "Anyway, it's not just the thought of having a cock in my mouth that turns me on. No, it's more than that." I paused, watching Evan's face to see if I could get him to break a sweat. Evan perked up, watching me as if he couldn't figure out what was coming next. "Look, I've seen plenty of blowjobs given on line, and from what I can gather, there's way more than one or two ways to do it." "Such as..." "There's what I call, worship, accommodation, targeting, face-fucking, and lolli-popping." "Jesus sis. I thought a blow-job was a blow-job. You know, you stick your dick in the girl's mouth and that was it." "Lord no. Don't you watch porn?" "Some, I guess. No, truthfully, not much really." He paused to gather his thoughts. "You mean, all this exists on the internet?" "Everything exists on the internet. You can even watch extremely beautiful girls let guys pee in their mouths." "Oh gross." "I don't think so. Urine is basically sterile and if you love the person you're with, why not?" "Are you going to let your husband pee in your mouth?" "I'll let my husband do anything he wants as long as he's a good man, and reciprocates." "Sounds reasonable." "Let's watch some porn. We can hook my laptop up to the big screen and I can show you the files I have for various ways to suck cock." "You sure?" "Oh yeah. If I'm gonna suck my first cock tonight, I want it primed and dripping." "Jesus, I wish Claire was half as bawdy as you?" "So, you gonna let me do that? You gonna stick your cock in your sister's beautiful mouth and unload?" "If you keep talking like that, I think I'll have a heart attack instead, unless we cut to the chase." "I'll tell you what. Let's watch a few of my downloads and I'll let you jack off on my face to take the edge off. Then I'll be able to spend a lot more time getting to experience first hand, what I've fantasized about all these years." "Why on your face?" "Okay. How about I stick my tongue out and you lay a few loads on the old pink pillow that way?" "God, you really are racy. Are you sure you're not just teasing me?" I reached over and cupped his balls and gave them a gentle squeeze. "You mean it, don't you?" "Hell yeah. This is like a dream come true for me." For the next hour or so, we watched a few of my favorite scenes I'd downloaded and saved. Each one depicted a different girl servicing a man with her face and mouth in various ways. The first scene was one of cock worship. The girl in the scene took her time rubbing the cock all over her face. She put it in her ear, rubbed it on her eyes, and made a real show of inhaling the copious leakage of pre-cum through her nostrils. When she finally took the cock into her mouth, it didn't take long to start pulsing semen down her throat and into her belly. I watched Evan squirm a bit as the girl took the rapidly deflating cock from her mouth and rubbed it all over her face once again. Some residual semen oozed out and coated one of her eye lids which stayed mostly closed while she licked her lips and tongued the piss slit for any remaining cum. The next scene was a gokkun scene from Japan. A beautiful Japanese girl sucked off a couple dozen men, one at a time. Each time the men were ready to cum, she backed off their meat and stuck out her tongue to receive the load. "Evan." "What?" "Do you like this scene?" "She's beautiful. Why is she sucking off so many men?" "I'm not sure, but I think it shows submission and respect for the male's needs. Also, it somehow depicts through fantasy, what each of these men would want from her if they passed her on the street." "How so?" "I'm not saying each man would want her to fellate them, but each man wants to offer her their semen as a gift. It's the biology thing at work." "I sure would." "You like it?" "I feel like I could cum just watching her, without ever touching myself?" "That's what I want you to do when you're ready. I want you to stand up, strip down your trousers and fist your cock right at my mouth. You can stick it in my mouth too, but I really want you to watch the cum shoot out onto my tongue. The first time you unload is going to be my treat to you. After that, I want every load delivered with your cock in my mouth, and if I can manage it, I want one or two to go straight down my throat." "Stop the scene." "Huh?" "Stop the scene now," Evan said as he stood up, dropped his trousers and boxers and turned pointing his cock straight at my face. I scooted forward and opened my mouth just in time to catch the first shot of cum. It went straight to the back of my mouth and pooled at the entrance to my throat. I managed to get my tongue out for the next pulse, but it was so much bigger than the first shot, so much so that some of it hit my upper lip and went straight up into my left nostril. I didn't flinch. Evan laid the head of his cock on my tongue for the next three shots and then shoved his cock into my mouth, to finish unloading. I didn't have time to think about it, but in a way, I'd always thought about this first time. I was desperate, craven, and feeling the closest thing to a religious experience, I'd ever had...and I mean ever. I looked up into his eyes, opened my mouth to let him see me swish the remaining cum around then swallowed with my mouth open so he could watch it disappear down my gullet. He reached out and squeezed my left nostril so the cum that was just inside came out onto the tip of his finger. He held it up so I could see, and then placed his finger into my mouth so I could enjoy the last of his offering. I swallowed that little bit also. Evan, just stood there, mouth agape, like he'd just been given the keys to the kingdom with no restrictions, no rules or roadmaps. And why not? He'd just unloaded a shot glass full of semen into his sister's mouth, my mouth, and he'd watched me willingly swallow the whole batch. "Close your mouth Evan. You'll catch flies if you don't." "Oh my god. That was the hottest thing I've ever experienced. Let's watch some more scenes," he said, then hesitating just a bit, "that is, if you want to." "Jesus, you're still hard." "Hell yeah. I told you, that was the hottest thing I've ever experienced. If you were serious earlier, I definitely want to do it again." "I was dead serious. I want to suck you completely dry, not just another time tonight, but every day, as often as you can reload, for the next ten days or so, until mom and dad get home." "Wow," was all he could say as he sat back down on the couch, his boner sticking straight up in the air." I pushed play on the remote, and for the next two hours, I lay with my head in his lap, licking, sucking, and describing why I liked the various scenes that were playing on the TV. He unloaded twice more, before we were both so exhausted, we went to his bedroom and fell asleep in each other's arms. The next morning, I followed him into the bathroom and held his dick while he took his morning pee. That was cool. To feel the stream flowing through the urethra on the underside of his cock, and then to shake it and squeeze it to make sure all the drops were out, gave me a real appreciation for the male appendage I so longed to have back in my mouth. We made breakfast together, bumping hips, swatting each other on the butt cheek, and giggling like little kids playing in their first fort, far from the hurly burly of the adult world. "My jaw's sore." "You blew me three times last night. I must have had my dick inside your mouth for over two hours." "You've got a big dick." "No I don't. It's average." "It's the biggest dick I've ever sucked." "It's the only dick you've ever sucked." "I know and I want to do it again as soon as we take a shower. No. In fact, I want to suck your dick in the shower. That's the first place I ever saw you with a hard on. "That's right, isn't it? I forgot about that." "It's also the first time I ever tasted cum." Evan cocked his head in a questioning manner. "There was a big stream on the tile wall that I swiped up with my fingers. I put some in my mouth." "What did you think?" "That I couldn't wait to taste it straight from the source." "Why'd you wait so long?" "For one thing, there's never been an opportunity with you. For another, I thought I was going to have to wait until I was married, and I was willing, but last night it just seemed the most natural and right thing in the world that I should be doing." "No regrets?" "Not a one." "Can I taste your pussy?" "Wow. I hadn't even thought of that possibility. Sure. Why not? But absolutely do not think we're going to have sex." "Okay." We got in the shower and spent a good while washing each other thoroughly even taking time to help with washing each other's hair. As Evan was rinsing me off, he knelt and began licking my pussy. It was both exquisite and naughty at the same time; exquisite because I saw my beloved brother's face at my crotch and felt his tongue on my clit and naughty because, truth be told, it was a brother licking his sister's cunt. I didn't cum, but oddly I didn't want to either. I was willing to wait until later when we were laying in bed so I could sleep after, but now I wanted my energy for my next bout with my face in his crotch. "Stand up," I said as I started to kneel. I'll Do That "Fuck my face. Fuck it hard. Get mad if you have to, but fuck it hard. You're going to do all the work, I'm just the receptacle for your cum. And Evan, don't hold back." But he did hold back, at least at first. He put one foot on the side of the tub and placed his ball sac over my mouth. "Suck "em," he commanded. I pulled the wrinkled flesh with my lips and felt the hard eggs beneath with my tongue. I lathed his balls and cock, making sure to get them covered with lots of saliva. Evan then fisted his cock and started exploring my face with it, like he was looking for another way into my skull. He poked my ears and squeezed out pre-seminal fluid so it dripped down into my ear canal. He tapped the head of his cock on my eyes, reaching down with his hand to keep my lids open with his fingers while he wiped more fluid directly onto the eyeball. He fisted copious amounts of pre-cum into my nostrils, closing my mouth so when I inhaled for air, I was forced to inhale his fluids as well. It tickled slightly to feel the pre-cum dripping down my nasal passage. He started smacking my face with the underside of his cock, hard enough that I knew it would make my skin red, but I was thrilled knowing it was a precursor to the pending assault on my visage. Then it started. Evan pulled on the back of my hair, lifting my face to a slight angle from his crotch as he pushed the head of his cock between my lips. I whimpered. He pushed down with the cockhead on my tongue opening my mouth and then he used his free hand to put his fist between my teeth while he poked my cheek with his cock. When my mouth was open as far as it would go, he removed his fist and shoved hard and fast so the head of his cock rammed against the back of my throat. I tried to swallow it, but he pulled back just a bit and rammed forward once again. This piston like in-and-out motion he kept up for a couple of minutes until my eyes started to water and mucous started running out of my nose. Then he buried his cock head past the sphincter of my throat and just held my head jammed up against his groin. I couldn't breathe, but I loved it. Faster and faster he moved, forcing then withdrawing his turgid battering ram against the resistance my body struggled to put up, but still, through all the discomfort and panic as I was choking, I couldn't help but feel a part of me had found nirvana. I'd seen many a face fuck on the internet and all those images came flooding back to my interior movie screen playing one after another and then all at once as I approached the point where my clogged air passage would cause me to black out. But Evan wasn't about to let me succumb. At that very instant when I felt the world tilting away from me, he stopped, withdrew his cock from my throat, and as I started gasping for breath, he unloaded. Cum mixed with the air I was so desperately needing, came rushing into my passageways, some going down into my belly, some being exhaled through my nostrils, and some, I'm sure, trying to find it's way into my lungs. And even though I know that's highly unlikely, the thought of it made me have my own spontaneous orgasm. When it was over, he stepped out of the tub and started for the door. "Don't move," he commanded. I sank to the floor of the tub, sobbing and still struggling to breathe, but I didn't move any further. When Evan returned, he told me to look at him. As I lifted my face and started to open my eyes, I saw rapid flashes of light, one after the other. Evan was photographing me in my ravaged state. When finished, he then went to the toilet, lifted the lid and let loose with a torrent of piss. When he was finished he walked back to the edge of the tub and held his cock up for me to see. "Lick it," he said. "Lick all the piss and cum from your favorite toy. Make it clean." I didn't hesitate. I took his cock into my mouth and used one hand to pump the remaining fluids onto my tongue. The mixture was intoxicating and I held onto the fluids for a bit before swallowing. "Now rinse off but don't brush your teeth. I want you to dry off and go take a nap. Dream if you have to, but don't come out of your room for at least an hour." I was in such a daze, I did exactly as he instructed, as if I had no will of my own, no ability to question, and no desire to be the least bit curious as to why he wanted some alone time. I slept like a baby. When I awakened, my throat was raw and my lips felt sore to the touch of my tongue and as it moved around the inside of my mouth, I tasted the residual fluids from the assault from an hour before. And I had dreamed. I'd dreamt I was swimming under a deluge of seminal fluids and thinking, within the context of the dream, that if I were to drown in an endless sea of cum, that I couldn't be happier. My first face-fuck had unlocked years of pent up curiosity and the actual fact was so much greater than the sum of all my previous fantasies. I brushed my teeth and gargled with mouthwash. When I rinsed, I realized I was terribly thirsty so I went to the kitchen to grab a beer. Evan was at the kitchen table working on his computer. "Hey!" I said, opening my beer. "Hey, yourself. Did you sleep well?" "Like a baby." Evan smiled and hit a key on his keyboard, then closed his computer, stood and came over and gave me a hug. "You're beautiful." "Says the man who just an hour ago raped my mouth." "Just obeying the queen's instructions." "Yes you were, weren't you?" "All is well?" "All is everything I'd hoped for. Thank you." "Right back at you." I took a big swig of my beer and sat down. "Are you hungry?" "I will be as soon as I digest the rest of your load." "Let's have a late lunch out. When we come back, I want to show you something I've been working on." "What's that?" "When we come back. What are you hungry for?" "More cum." "Later, oh queen who must be obeyed. In the meantime, what might help keep your energy level up." "Thai. That way, you can get that rice dish served in pineapple. They say fruit, especially pineapple, makes your cum sweeter." "My cum's not sweet enough?" "I didn't say that. I just thought it might be interesting to see if it works, seeings how I'm going to gorge on my new favorite dish for the next seven or eight days." "Or until I go to the hospital with an acute case of empty balls." I howled. I don't know why I found that image so funny, but I imagined Evan walking up to the ER nurse, saying, I seemed to be experiencing a severe cum drought. Can you help? "Okay. Thai it is." We feasted, eating all the sweet dishes our waitress could recommend and drinking Thai Ice Tea, until we were plump and sated. Back home, Evan asked me to give him a few minutes to set up his computer with the big screen, and then to join him for his little show. I took another quick shower to fully wake up, dressed in my favorite boxers and half tee, and then went into the kitchen to get some more beers. When I joined Evan, he'd stripped and wrapped a large bath towel around his waist. I smiled, knowing where my head was going to be while I watched whatever it was Evan had put together. "You know, while you were in the shower, I looked up the effects of fruit on the taste of semen. It works. However, alcohol apparently counters any of the effects and causes a slight bitterness to the taste. Are you sure you want to drink more beer?" "Yup. I need the anesthesia for my shredded lips and battered throat." "I'm not going to face-fuck you again." "Awww." "Now hang on. I didn't say ever. But we've only a few days left for you to live out your fantasies sucking me off in any one or another of your self described modalities, so I'd rather experience the variety, than to repeat any one type so soon after enjoying it for the first time. Okay?" "No prob. It's your cock." "And it's your mouth." "Yes it is. So, what are we watching?" "I put together a bit of a tribute for your future enjoyment, when all you have to turn to is internet porn. I hope you enjoy it." "Let's see," I said as I unrolled his towel and lay with my head in his lap. I reached down and grabbed his flaccid penis and began to lick the head. It never went soft again. Evan had cobbled together a number of my favorite scenes of all the ways a girl can suck a guys cock. There were scenes of women paying homage to the magic wand. There were more he'd strung together of a number of especially brutal face-fuck scenes. He'd found and edited about a dozen gokkun scenes where he'd left out all but the girl tilting whatever vessel the guys had shot off in, and drinking the cum down, one after another. Then all the scenes repeated in a stripped down version, ending with a small screen of a small Japanese girl, standing beneath about two dozen men, all of whom were peeing on her. But the kicker was what I'd barely registered at the edge of my consciousness. As the center screen got smaller and smaller, the pictures he'd taken of me, after brutally fucking my face, were appearing one after another, from a small ghosting background image to the one of me with a bit of semen dripping from my lip with my eyes half-closed in a far away dream like state, coming fully into focus. It was brilliant how he'd put it all together so quickly. I said the only words I could find that would compliment him in any meaningful way. "Play it again." This time I nursed his cock in what I called the lollipop manner; sucking, licking, sucking again, over and over until I got what I was after. Evan's cum flooded my mouth and I swallowed slowly imagining the girls in the video that we were watching were aware that I too, was taking a load down into my belly. Over the next four days, I blew Evan twice each day. He went down on me once again, but I really didn't want any further distractions keeping me from enjoying, and maybe even sating (at least temporarily) my thirst. I asked Evan to hold off cumming for the last few days, as I wanted to worship his cock on the day before our parents returned. I wanted a massive load in my belly, one I could remember for a long time. Evan complied. The last night, I knelt between his legs, and paid tribute to the cock that had pumped so much semen into my mouth, throat, and belly. I spent well over an hour just nuzzling it on the outside of my face, neck and naked breasts. Then, I took him into my mouth and nursed gently for what seemed like at least a couple of hours, until I could tell by the grimace on his face and his tightly clenched eyes, he was doing everything possible to hold back his orgasm until I had exhausted my need to worship cock. I had one last thing I wanted to try. When I was ready for his cum, I stuck a finger up his ass-hole and pressed against his prostate. When he let loose, he unleashed a veritable ocean of cum. I started crying with joy as I swallowed, sniffled, and giggled like a schoolgirl who'd just stolen her first kiss. And oh, what a kiss it was. We both fell asleep, him on the couch, and I at his feet, for an hour or so. When we woke up we both knew this part of our life was over, maybe not forever, but at least for now. Postscript... I watch the clips Evan stung together for me on a regular and frequent basis. Evan has a copy and I'm sure he watches it from time to time as well, as I know Claire still has no interest in anything "down there." As far as I'm concerned that's her great loss. I know we'll get together from time to time. The video he created for me tells me he loved it as much as I did. I also know that when both of us are old and gray, we'll have this episode in our lives to bring a smile to our face. For me, it was the best spring break of all time. I'll Do You Before I Say 'I Do' Every time he gripped a webline, every time his fingers extended to clutch a wall and haul him up a building, Peter felt the ring on his finger. And he knew that there was another, just like it, on Mary Jane's finger. He goddamn loved it. He was going to be a good husband, a good man, one day—a good father. Another flick of his wrist; he let momentum whip him around, fired another webline, felt the ring as he swung into a dash over a rooftop, jumped, swung. Heard burglar alarms going off. Twitched his head to the left to see a dark shape jumping from building to building, pumping arms and legs burnished black in the golden sunset. A length of webbing no longer than a jumprope whirled him around a water tower. He dashed over two brownstones, leapt into the air, let another webline carry him right behind whoever was fleeing the scene. He saw white hair whipping the air over a white fur collar. Felicia. "Cat," he greeted, "glad to see you getting your jogging in. Staying active. What's that in your hand?" "This?" Felicia asked, glancing at the jewel-encrusted scepter bobbing up and down as she ran with it in her hand. "No idea. Tripped over it, picked it up, bringing it to the lost and found now. Or maybe it might make a good paperweight." "Uh-huh..." A police helicopter flew overhead. Felicia skidded to a stop, taking cover under a rooftop AC unit. Spider-Man, with nothing to hide, landed on top of it. Gave the chopper a wave. "You seem suddenly camera-shy." "I have a pimple." "I can't see it." "You've been staring? Hard to tell with that creepy mask." "Kids love my mask." "Kids love PewDiePie too. Doesn't mean I have to like it. So, saw your name in the wedding announcements." The helicopter was gone. Felicia scampered out from under her hiding place. Drawing a climbing line from her belt, she cinched it around a chimney pipe and walked down the face of the building. Peter crawled beside her. "You read the wedding pages often?" "Weddings make for good loot. Plus, lots of lonely bridesmaids." "I'd make you my best man, if I didn't think your speech would be about us having sex for four hours." "Don't wanna get MJ's hopes up?" Felicia gave a little hop, letting the line swing her out, then physics brought her back through the open window she'd been descending to. She slipped right through, cutting the line so she landed on her feet unencumbered. As Peter vaulted in, upside-down, he saw it was her place. Or someone else had stolen that David Specter painting of him. Peter hung from the ceiling. "Why don't you hand it over and I'll see if I can talk MJ into inviting you to the wedding? You can seduce all the bridesmaids you want." "Spider, Spider, Spider—what would you even do with the Scepter of Amon-Tesh? Give it back to the authorities?" Felicia pulled aside a painting on the wall and unlocked the safe behind it. "Yes." "See? I can't trust you with it." She tucked the scepter into the safe. Locked it back up. "But I can give you something that's worth just as much." "The Clippers?" Klik as a claw sprouted from the fingertip of one glove, then unerring hooked in the eye of the zipper at her throat. She pulled it in one steady motion down the front of her body. Felicia had seen Mary Jane's body—she did enough lingerie photoshoots to sear it into Felicia's memory. And the girl was cute, Felicia could admit. Leggy, well-proportioned, with a sweet face and a nice smile. But Felicia was overendowed, double F-cups bursting her unzipped catsuit into a vee of exposed flesh the moment the integrity of her latex costume was compromised. Instantly, Felicia's pale breasts sought the sun, goosepimpling as cool air washed over them, the suffocating heat of her suit escaping into the atmosphere. She knew what Peter was thinking as she toyed the zipper down to her groin. He was thinking how Mary Jane was beautiful, and sexy, and he loved her. But she worked at what she did, even if she made it look effortless. Put on make-up, coordinated her outfits, put endless thought into how she swung her hips and leaned down to tease just a little of her breasts, and walking that thin line between style and crassness had made her a supermodel. But Felicia just was sex. She stood there, just stood there, and the latex catsuit flowed over her like a million hands, endlessly touching her. She twisted—the latex barely wrinkling, seeming unable to part from her body, just tightening and flexing like it was trying to rip but never could—and Peter saw her ass. She didn't have to do anything there. The perfect bubble of it bulged from her proudly straight back, pushing the limits of her catsuit so hard that it clung not only across the sloping hills of her buttocks, but well into the curvature of her ass. It was painfully obvious she wasn't wearing any panties. One long leg climbed up into the air with impossible flexibility, Felicia bringing her white boot parallel to her face. With a wicked smile at Peter, she extended her tongue and licked the shiny leather she wore from just under the fur trim at her calf to the bottom of her stiletto heel. Then, graceful as a ballerina, Felicia bent her leg back down so that the heel she'd made so glossy with her tongue now rested on a small table. A stirring of her thigh muscle—Peter imagined he could see it pull taut, right through the latex that graced her like a layer of paint—and Felicia vaulted onto the tabletop. Facing away from Peter, letting him take another look at her ass, where the latex of her costume was so tight it was almost like her skin, like Peter could've just grabbed her ass and had it in his hand, the costume intangible, her warmth and her bare flesh all his the moment he touched her... Felicia flicked her leg out again, stiletto heel leading the way like a sword, a graceful splitting of Felicia's legs as she reached out to touch a wall unit holding several controls for the room's heat, light, locks. One absurdly loud click of her heel and the sound system was playing something fast, something sexy. Peter didn't notice her hitting the other button. *** As it so happened, Mary Jane was admiring the sparkle of her new ring when her phone beeped. She quick-drew it, not looking away from her rock until the last possible moment, when she looked at the screen and saw that someone was sending her a streaming video. Maybe some guy's dick, maybe live footage of Iron Man fighting a dinosaur. She decided to take a chance. She was unlisted, and it'd been a good long while since her phone has last been hacked. Her phone's wallpaper was replaced with what looked like a spy camera's view of a ritzy apartment. Right in the middle of it... was that Black Cat? *** "Remember our dates, Spider?" Felicia asked, her voice dangerously low as she swayed to the music. For now it was soft and so was she, the instrumental carrying her like a gentle breeze blowing around a leaf. "We'd fight crime, live on the edge, risk our lives because there wasn't anything else they were good for. While you and MJ ate burgers. Went dancing. Well, I can dance." The music hit. Felicia felt it push and pull inside her, shook her body the way it wanted her to, the way Peter wanted her to. Her flesh shifted and strained inside the latex catsuit, every motion jogging the zipper lower, her breasts getting closer to escaping. "Mary Jane may have nice tits and she may have a nice ass, but I know what they're for..." Stopping except for a light, feline twitch of her hips, Felicia pursed her hands on the bottom of her collar's fur trim. Her latex had slipped so far that the darkness of her areolas peeked out; her fingers actually covered them. If nothing else, she was going to prove how desirable she was. She was going to take Mary Jane's man, have Peter crawling on the floor before she let him take her, too. "Take off your mask." Peter ripped it away, revealing the lust and desire that twisted his sweetly handsome face. The music crescendoed—Felicia ripped open her catsuit—only gave Peter a tantalizing glimpse of her massive breasts before she covered them with her hands. The warm, soft flesh more than filled her hands; she squeezed them to remind Peter they were real, firm, begging for his touch. Once he put his hands on them, they would be all his, resisting just a little when he squeezed, just enough to make it interesting. She saw him swallow, felt his eyes on her hands as she rubbed her palms across her nipples. Making them nice and stiff for him. "Take out your cock," she ordered now. He did, tugging his costume down over an expanse of his lower belly and off the erection that had swelled at his groin. It came out like a Jack-in-the-box, flexing itself upward nearly to his abs, straining, bulging, veins throbbing with power and life. Felicia admired the brazen escape. She responded in kind, sliding her hands down to the vast undersides of her cleave so he could see her nipples, rock-hard as if begging for attention. She lifted her breasts, thumbing her nipples to show off how stiff they were, then licking the slopes of her breasts. With their size, it was an easy thing to lick all the way to her areolas. Peter groaned aloud as she played with her breasts right in front of him. Felicia kissed each of her nipples in turn, like she was showing him what she wanted him to do, and with his fists trembling at his sides, Peter took a short, involuntary step forward as if his cock were tugging at him impatiently. Felicia's thumbnails snapped across her nipples, sending electric shocks through her tits. "Are you a breast man, Spider?" she called teasingly. Turning. Giving him her back again, taking her hands off her breasts, so large that he could see the sides of them, even as her hands slid down her hips to squeeze her ass. Show him it was just as soft and firm and touchable and fuckable as her tits. "Maybe you're an ass man?" She barred her cleavage with one arm as she turned back around, using her free hand to pluck at her zipper again. Every flick of her finger jotting it down a little further. "Or are you a pussy man?" "Why choose?" Peter asked, looking up at her as her finger ticked the zipper over her kinky pubic hair. "Maybe I'll just fuck 'em all." Felicia cried out, a joyous laugh as Peter hauled her off the table, threw her down on a couch. His cock was so big and hard and long and big; he pulled her hands aside and looked at her costume, from the wide-open vee at her cleavage to the thin, tapered Y her zipper led down to. His breath was coming hard, noisily, as his eyes devoured her. He wouldn't let himself touch her yet. "You know, you've been a very naughty girl today," Peter said. "I haven't started being naughty." "Taking things that don't belong to you..." "It's not like I was taking it from the Egyptians—" "Trying to seduce a married man..." "Not married yet." "I should punish you." "It's the only way I'll learn." "You know how I'm going to punish you?" "If you say anything about jail time..." Like she was no more than a ragdoll, he flipped her over, had her lying facedown on the couch. His gloved hands ran down her back, pushing her firmly down when she tried to rise, finally coming to her ass. He squeezed her flesh, twisting the latex between strong, powerful fingers. Spreading her asscheeks, teasing at her hole right through the catsuit. Felicia moaned, her frenzied mind believing he might actually penetrate her there despite the bulletproof material in the way. Then his hand came down with a sharp slap that left heat spreading from her ass to her thighs, and flickering into her cunt. Felicia barely had time to gasp before his hand came down again, even harder. "I think a spanking should teach you not to be such a whore..." His voice was low. Felicia lowered hers as well. "But I like being a whore..." He interrupted her with a hard slap to her round buttocks, sending them jogging inside latex that could barely contain their jiggle. "I like it too," Peter said. Felicia felt tremors in her sex as he spanked her in earnest, turning her ass into a heated mass of tender red skin, every chop of his hand burning in a little deeper, penetrating her more intensely. She was turned on more and more with every slap. "I've been so bad!" Felicia cried, arching her back for every firm hit. "I like being such a bad girl..." "And I like punishing you for it," Peter said, his whistling hand making her ass bounce up and down with the spanking, his head full of thoughts of Felicia's white ass covered in red handprints. "But I don't think you've learned your lesson. I need to really teach you..." "Teach me," Felicia begged, "teach me!" "I'm gonna to show you that when you keep teasing someone, over and over again, sometimes they just fuck you—" "Yes!" "They fuck you in the ass!" His hands dug hard into her ass, stirring the pained flesh into renewed sensation, before his fingertips stuck to the latex and pulled. With an embarrassing rip, the material came free, exposing Felicia's punished ass to the world. She moaned as cool air hit her red-hot bottom. She knew what he wanted next. Felicia crawled off his lap, onto the floor, hands and knees, waving her smooth ass around with her ripped latex suit hanging off her. "I'm such a whore, I'm such a whore," she laughed as she spread her knees wide apart, splayed her cheeks opened for Peter to see her anus just above the dripping lips of her cunt. Dropped down to her elbows so her ass was up high, waiting for his fuck. Peter was right behind her, kneeling next to her, hovering over her subserviently offered body. He took his cock in his hand, throbbing so hard it seemed impossible it could get into her tiny opening. He brought it to the target and pressed forward, grabbing her undulating hips with his other hand, holding her tight with his superpower as he pushed in, slowly, smoothly, in... "Too big, Peter..." Felicia grinned, "too big for even a whore like me. If only Mary Jane were here to help you fuck it into my asshole..." His cockhead seared at her throbbing pucker, making blistering promises of what it would do when it was inside her tightest opening. But at the token sign of resistance, Peter hesitated. It was clear to Felicia that this was his first ass-fuck, that despite his confident words Mary Jane had never let him take her like this. She grinned even wider. She would take Peter further than Mary Plain would ever dare. "C'mon, Spider. I can take as much cock as you can give me, in my ass or anywhere else. Here." Reaching into a pouch hanging off her belt, she retrieved a vial of lubricant. Not quite meant for this use, but she'd been thoughtful enough to check that it would work. "Lube me up." Peter uncorked the bottle. That was all. "Beg me." "What?" "Beg me to give you lube, or it's going in dry." Felicia felt her cheeks color. He really was treating her like a dirty whore. She loved it. His last fuck before he settled in for a life of monogamy. She wanted him to plainly use her, to get out every last kink he had in him. "Please, Peter... please don't fuck me in the ass with your great big cock, not without lubing me up first. I'll need a lot of lube just to get your dickhead in me. Please, Peter!" With a huffed breath, Peter started lubricating his cock, her ass. "It'll hurt," he warned her. Promised her. "It'd better," Felicia said, remembering the last time she'd felt the pain of simply too much cock inside her. It'd been a long time for her. "It takes a real man to make it hurt like that." Peter looked down at the engorged head of his cock, the tiny hole it was supposed to go into. He almost felt sorry for Felicia as he shoved it in, but to his surprise, he slipped easily into the Black Cat's body. "Deeper!" Felicia pleaded. "I want your whole cock up my ass!" He pushed again, a little harder, and half of his cock disappeared into Felicia's ass. The crushing tightness he had expected wasn't there. Her asshole was taking him almost as smoothly as her cunt would've. *** Mary Jane watched on her phone as the white-haired girl swung her hips from side to side, rotating the creamy moons of her buttocks, using her whole body simply as a plaything for his pleasure. She had seen how that first entry hurt, hurt like hell, but Black Cat knew as well as MJ that once his cock was all the way in, all the way up her grasping ass, balls pressed against her soft cheeks, cockhead almost in her trembling belly, then it'd be amazing. Almost better than having him in her pussy. So Black Cat urged him on, swaying her impaled ass back and forth, encouraging him to start a slow thrusting motion set to the same beat. He answered her, slowly fucking himself into her hungrily seething body as often as she would have him. But him just letting her fuck him wasn't enough for Black Cat. "Harder! Deeper! I want it in me! I want more cock!" "If that's what you want," Peter retorted, the voice of Mary Jane's fiancé coming in crisp and clear over her phone's speaker. *** Pulling back, he nearly left her ass, but at the last moment he slammed forward against her soft cheeks, fully burying himself inside Felicia. The tightness that he had been anticipating finally hit, his prick in a vise from head to balls as his hips rolled, his hilted cock rutting back and forth inside Felicia's ass. It felt spectacular. Better than ever before. "That enough cock for you?" Peter asked smugly. Felicia looked back at him with a wink, whipping her hair out of her face. "Never. But it's a great start!" *** Mary Jane's eyes were wide and disbelieving, seeing the entire length of Peter enter Felicia's widely-stretched anus. From the way the Black Cat screamed, Mary Jane was sure she would faint, but instead she began to fuck furiously against him. Peter wasn't having it. *** His confidence growing, Peter grabbed Felicia's shoulder in one hand, reached under her and groped a tit in the other. Held on tight to both as he fucked into her. Felicia pulled her asshole taut, punishing herself with an aching tightness that felt too good to ever be wrong. "Am I hurting you?" Peter asked, and if Felicia tried hard, she could pretend he didn't care. That made it somehow better. "Yes!" she moaned, "it hurts so good! You're splitting my ass in two, don't stop, fuck my ass! And slap it, slap it!" He fucked against her reddened ass for a good minute, the slap of his loins against her buttocks spanking enough, then his hand crashed against her ass, sending a jolt through her whole body, and the pain mixed with her pleasure like oil and vinegar. They ripped apart and Felicia felt his cock so deep in her, deeper than anyone had ever gone, deeper than Mary Jane would ever take it. She closed her eyes and came harder than she ever had before. Peter kept fucking her ass even as she moaned and clenched, his breath ragged, his pulse hammering against his skull. His suit was clammy with sweat and his cock was pushing against the vice-like grip of Felicia's ass like a bomb about to explode. He stopped just before he came. Then Felicia took over. *** Eyes now virtually bugging out of their sockets, Mary Jane watched as Peter drilled himself in and out of Black Cat's anus, stretching it taut as Felicia's ivory hair tossed wildly from side to side like it was caught in a storm. The Black Cat's blood-red lips were twisted in an animal grimace of ecstasy. And once again, Mary Jane knew what she was thinking. How good it felt to be fucked in the ass with the woman her sodomizer had vowed to marry seeing every second of it. I'll Do You Before I Say 'I Do' *** The savage fucking had its say on Felicia's straining body, overcoming any willpower she had, letting her know she would be coming now. "Peter, I'm gonna come, gonna come! Come with me!" "Are you gonna be a good girl and take all my cum?" Peter asked raggedly, speeding his strokes. "Oh yes, yes, all of it!" "It has to all go in your ass! Every little bit!" "Shoot it in me!" Felicia demanded, bracing herself for the scalding impact, imagining gallons of it, oceans of it. "It's mine, not Mary Jane's! I want it! I want it now!" Peter closed his eyes and just fucked, letting his orgasm come over him. "You've got a tight fucking ass, Felicia. A nice, tight ass. You were made for getting fucked up the ass!" He bucked one last time, then he was burning into Felicia's ass, his cum even hotter than Felicia had expected, liquid fire splashing inside her. "God, it's killing me!" Felicia shrieked. She was mad with orgasm, insane with pleasure. "Don't stop!" Peter grunted, fucked into her again, again. A fresh batch of cum each time. Every time he thought he had finished, his cock pumped out more. Like Felicia's body was sucking the seed from him. *** Mary Jane had never seen anything like the way Peter and Black Cat came together. Their superhuman bodies clashed and jerked against each other, like they were fighting. She saw Peter's cock swell and redden, becoming a weapon, and then the inferno of his cum into Black Cat's obscenely milking anus. The wildness of it, the lack of even a hint of inhibitions, the complete shamelessness of how they surrendered to each other... Mary Jane had partied hard, but never that had. It felt more like something you'd pay to see, on stage in a sleazy Mexican cantina, not something that would happen between a society lady and a sometimes member of the Fantastic Four. She covered her head with her arms like she was trying to keep the images in. He'd fucked her. He'd fucked her so hard, he'd made her his, as surely as a wedding ring. *** Minutes, hours later, he was dry as a bone. Peter pulled himself audibly out of Felicia's slushy ass, saw the cum inside threatening to spill out. A quick thwip and he'd covered her ass with webbing, sealing it inside. Felicia moaned gratefully, drawing her knees up to her breasts, curling up into a ball around the orgasm she wanted to hold inside her forever. Peter stepped over her, bringing his cock down to her face, wiping it off with her hair. Then running his hand across her cheek. Felicia smiling as she felt his glove on her flesh, one last time. "I may be a whore," she said grandly, "but I'm your whore." She closed her eyes, falling into a long sleep. Peter let her keep the scepter. *** "So," Mary Jane asked when he got home, "how was your bachelor party?" "Nothing fancy," he told her. "Just found Felicia. Gave her one for the road." MJ smiled, remembering it. Those big tits shaking as Peter fucked into her. Mary Jane had had her wicked way with Peter; gotten him to the point where he'd taken her admonition to sow his wild oats to exactly where she'd meant it. But she still didn't think he was ready to know that she'd been watching the whole thing. It might make him even more neurotic; somehow. "Well, don't get used to it. In a week, you're a married man. And then I'm keeping you all to myself." "Yes, ma'am." "Except for anniversaries, of course," she said. "But I expect to be in on those. Felicia doesn't have anything against threesomes, does she? Or redheads?" "No. Nothing." Peter smiled to himself. Once a year sounded like about as much Felicia as he could handle. "She's a total whore."