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Nasty Married Fuckers----

These are stories I sent a list group one week. They were written quickly and I am not sure where they are going. I have included them here spelling errors and all....

one

Jim groaned as he felt the rigid shaft of his neighbors prick jam up his ass for the second time that day. The first time had been
early in the morning when Jim had gotten back from his daily run. Dripping sweat from his buffed out 6 foot frame, breads of
salty water running down his tanned hairy skin. His neighbor, Ralph, was out front picking up the morning paper. Ralph was no
slouch in the body department either, prefering to pump his massive frame up during a lunchtime workout. As usual Ralph was
only wearing a short black silk robe. His fat shlong hung beneath the bottom of the robe. When he saw Jim walking up the drive,
breathing as he wound down his run, Ralph's prick began to push the silky mateiral of the robe up.

Ralph squinted his eyes and rested his hands on his hips. His steadly growing cock looked freakishly huge on his compact 5'9
frame. It was now rock hard and ten inches long. It was ready to fuck.

"Get your ass over here Jim boy." Jim smiled, his own fat prick sliding out from his onion skin running shorts.

"Gonna take me right here in the drive way Ralph?"

"Damn right fucker. Don't want to wake linda up. Put your hands on the hood of the jeep fucker and push that ass out. That's it
slut. Hmmm your hole feels nice n tight after that long run."

Jim braced himself for the invasion. Ralph was rouhg, but the massive prick massged Jim's hole like no other. Three or four
minutes of grunting, the two coupling men, outside infront of Ralph's house, in the middle of goddamn suburbia, shot rich thick
loads.

Now it was the evening, after dinner. Ralph had seen Jim taking out the trash. Since his garage was open he called Jim inside. A
push of a button and garage door swung down. Jim knew the drill, he had to have his tennis shorts shucked down to his ankles
by the time the door finished closing.

"Damn boy, you are a slut for fat cock."

"You know it bud."

"Good thing, cause I got a hankering for tight ass."

two

Sure Matt fooled around on the side, but it wasn�t his fault. When he had married Cindy she had been hot for his extra large cock. She would ride him all night after the frat party; she would hump him dry on spring break. Even when they got married she would suck him off in the shower before breakfast.
But lately the sex had been less and less. Now Matt was lucky if his dong shot seed more than once a week. He had tried to be understanding, but his balls just never seemed to stop churning out the baby batter. And his cock was hard dozens of times a day.
It wasn�t like he was having an affair. It was just a couple of quick fucks, mostly at the office with that hot number in reception. Fuck, everyone was hitting that. And once with the always wet bitch across the street. But Matt knew better than to sling his shit around town. Still, beating off never seemed to do anything except take the edge off.
Then there was that fateful night.

Cindy�s parents lived across town, and dinner with them was a regular event. But that night Cindy�s Dad seemed to be acting strangely. Matt had always admired Mr. Koch. He was nobody�s fool. Six feet tall and a heavy man who had kept in shape since his days in the marines 30 years before. He kept his arms pumped up nicely and his stomach almost flat. Had he cut back on all those beers Matt figured the old man would have had a washboard there. Not that Matt was any slouch. All-American in his sophomore year in college, he went to the gym every day. Lately he noticed his works out getting more intense as he spewed less and less stud sauce.
Still, it was not like Cindy�s old man to be so quiet and distant. Matt got to worrying. Had he been caught some how? Maybe that cunt across the street had blabbed and it had gotten back to his mother in law.
After dinner Matt knew he would find out soon.
"Say Matt, why don�t you show me that new drill ya got out in the garage?"
"Uh, sure thing Daddy Koch." Matt walked ahead of the man into the garage. He jumped a little when he heard the door shut behind him. He went over to the work bench and picked up the new drill.
"It�s a craftsman, real nice�" He suddenly felt a heavy hand on his shoulder.
"Matt, I ain�t interested in the drill. We need to talk�" Matt felt his body swung around by the still powerful older man.
"Yes sir?"
Daddy Koch was right in front of him. Matt could smell that savage mixture of real man sweat and old style after shave. Damn he�s a big guy Matt thought to himself.
"Shit son. This ain�t easy for me, but someone�s gotta do it."
Matt said nothing, his heart was racing.
"Matt, I used to work with a couple of the guys in your office you know. Last week at poker night they got to talkin and next thing I know they tell me you got your dick wedged up some twat�s hole over there. That true boy?"
Matt hesitated for a second. He felt Daddy Koch�s paw tighten its grip in his shoulder.
"I said is it true?"
"Yes sir." Matt looked down at the floor. He eyes filling with water.
"Shit son. What the fuck? God damn know you�re a hot lookin stud. I bet you got women throwin themselves on you all day huh?" He reached over with his other hand and lifted Matt�s chin so he could look in the kid�s eyes.
"Hmm?"
"I�I�I guess so Sir."
"But dammit son, this is my precious angel were talkin about here. What the fuck is wrong with you? Ain�t no finer woman in the world, she�s a knock out for sure. Ain�t you getting enough from her? "
Matt said nothing but looked down again. Daddy Koch sighed.
"No shit, really kid? How often you down to?"
"I dunno� twice a week?"
"Huh? Twice a week for those elephant balls you sling around? Fuck kid, no wonder�.but listen boy, listen good. You got to respect my daughter, understand?"
Daddy Koch was leaning in further now, his mouth inches away from Matt�s nose. Matt could smell the beer on the older man�s breath.
"I�do�not�want�you�fuckin�around on my baby! I don�t want ANY other cunt to wrap its nasty lips around your shaft. Understood boy!"
Matt was trembling now.
"Yes Sir!"

Then a smile played across Daddy Koch�s face. Matt really began to worry now. He had seen the older man�s temper before. He knew the rage that he could fly into.

"Besides boy. There are other ways to get that juice outta there. You know?"
Matt�s brain froze. What the hell was the old man talking about? His face gave only a puzzled look back as an answer. Daddy Koch smiled again.
"Shit stud, you are all man ain�tcha? That�s fine by me. Makes the cum fly farther." And with that Daddy Koch leaned in and kissed Matt on the lips. Lightly at first, but then harder, taking possession, laying claim to the baffled studly son-in-law in front of him.
At first Matt resisted, but two firm hand wrapped around his head forced his face into the older man�s moustchace and face. Matt�s mouth however remained firmly closed. He had no idea where this was going but was determined to keep his manhood. But then a deep growl from Daddy Koch changed his mind. He slightly opened his mouth and suddenly found the older man�s tongue forcing its way in.
An electric charge went through Matt as he felt the older man�s hand began to wander down his buff body. The man growled as he felt Matt�s hard guns and firm pecs. Then his hands landed on the boys bubble butt. All the time he was driving his tongue in deeper, fucking the boy�s mouth with his tongue. He squeezed the boys twin globes hard and came up for air.
Matt was gasping for a breath as the rugged father in law in front of him laughed a low laugh.
"See stud, ain�t no thing. Fuck, by the way your prick is so fuckin hard I bethca ain;t hatin� this too much huh? Fuck that�s a hard weapon you got there son. I bet you have a nice load up in that shaft huh?"
"Ungh."
"I asked you a question boy" Daddy Koch gave the boy�s bull balls a not so gentle squeeze.
"Ouch! Yes sir. Sir, I�m so confused. I didn�t think�"
"Stop right there boy. No more thinkin. What we got here is a situation. Two hot men with hard dicks and full balls who need to shoot seed, understand?"
Matt nodded.
"Good. Now normally I like to get comfortable with a hunk of meat like yourself boy, but I figure I got time another day huh? Right now we ain�t got long and I need to put you in your place. Get on those knees son."
"What? No way�"
"Uh! Now boy, don�t piss me off! You gotta learn not to step out on my baby like you did. On your knees, mouth ready. You are gonna taste your father in laws dick meat today boy."
Matt slowly got on his knees, realizing that almost anything was better than upsetting his father in law.
"Damn son, that is nice. Always wished I had a son to fuck around with. Now I do I guess huh?"
Matt looked up and nodded, fear and lust mixing in his eyes. From his new vantage point the old man;s bulge looked huge. He knew that Daddy Koch carried around some piece of equipment, judging on the bulges in his jeans, but from this angle and with his weapon hard and ready to go, Daddy�s Koch�s dick looked terrifying.
"You ready for this son?"
Matt nodded.
"Good, reach up and unzip me. I want you to take my dick in your mouth all by yourself. I ain�t gonna force nothin on you. You gotta want this for your own sake."
Matt heard the words but knew the meaning. He had to show utter humility to the old man or risk loosing his marriage, or worse. He watched in slow motion as he reached up and pulled down the zipper. The man�s crotch was actually hot, heat was pouring from it. The long snaked cock pulsed and Daddy Koch sighed as he felt the zipper go down. Matt was surprised to see that Daddy Koch was not wearing underwear. He knew then that this was all planned out by his horny father in law.
It was as if all he could see was dick meat. Nine inches of fat father cock was bursting to get out of the man�s jeans and into Matt�s mouth. Matt licked his lips as he reached out and felt the beast.
"Don�t be shy boy, it likes to be touched. Ahhhh that�s it, fuck! Yeah take it out, let it wave in the air a bit. See that drool boy? Yeah, I still got a leaker, all these years later. That mean�s it�s ready to shoot. Yeah boy, rub that tip across your lips. Show Daddy Koch how much a slut you are for it. Come up fucker, do it! Act like those sluts you fucked. This dick is your new master, got it? No more cunt for you, just hard daddy dick day in and day out. Fuuuuuccccckkk yeah those lips are soft. Lick it now punk, I said fuckin lick it. That�s it. Lick it, lick it, oh yeah. Like the taste boy? Better get used to it. I figure you owe me big time and I aim to collect. Now pop it in your mouth. That�s it, watch the teeth fucker. Ahhh yeah, put a little suck on it buddy. Fuck yeah. This time next year I want my baby�s belly to be full, I want you to fuck her every day until she gets popped. Then Mama and I are moving in to help with the kid. Mama will watch the kid while I watch you chow down on my dick. Mmmm yeah suck harder boy. Oh man I am gonna enjoy this, my own son in law a dick slut. Fucking punk, next week you�re coming with me to that poker game and suckin off all the guys there, even the ones who work with you. You gotta thank em for this whole mess. Fuck punk, suck harder, that�s it. Shit boy, some of those guys ae assholes, you know it. Monday morning they�ll be in their offices, behind their desks, with you on all fours, mouth ready to receive their dicks. Daddy Koch will make sure of it. Man you gotta a lot of dick suckin to do to pay off this debt. Shit boy, this getting you hard, you sure are suckin hard. Yeah, always knew you�d be a good dick slut. Those jock lips were made to suck man dick. Get ready boy, here it comes, here it comes!"
Daddy koch grabbed the back of Matt�s head and held on tightly as he shot load after load into his son in laws mouth.
Afterwards he pulled his dick out and looked as his son in law, on his knees on the floor of his own garage, cum dripping from his mouth.
"Get up boy, you did good. I was just kiddin about the guys� unless you think that would get you off? Huh boy? Really? Hot damn!"

three

So Steve asked himself, how did I get in this mess? He had tolaugh, he knew damn well how he got here. His gym toned body
was stark naked and sitting in a leather sling suspended in the middle of his nasty neightbor Frank. All around him were other
men in th eneightborhood, most of them either naked or half undressed, all of thier nasty married cock out, hard, and ready to
fuck Steve senseless.

It was his dick that had gotten him here, his dick and Frank. Frank was one of the most perverted guys Steve had even know.
Frank was 5'11", dark and hariy. He kept his thick black hair cropped close and his face framed in a goatee. His always ripped
chest was covered in man fur, leading down to a ten inch tool that Frank knew how to use. He could get his dick hard in a flash
and keep it up for hours. That talent was handy for when he pulled powerful orgasms from his prone victims.

Frank was not too picky, he prefered guys since they were easier to manipulate into shocking sexula positions, but he worked his
mojo on cunts too, strapping them down and driving them to heights of depravity.

But guys were much more fun, and made Franks balls contract so much harder when shooting a big wet load. He had made guys
do the most perverted things. Made them suck dog dick, fucked them in the changing room of a nearby Old Navy on a Satruday
afternoon, forced them to jack off underwater at the neighborhood pool on a Sunday afternoon at the ehight of the summer. He
had a way with men's mind, or rather the one in their pants. He made sure each guy got off hard.

And that is what attracted Steve to Frank. Steve had big bull nuts that never seemed to stop making man cream. He had to get off
four times a day most days and his poor wife was begining to get worn out. She got a repreve when Steve wandered over to
Frank's house during the first week Steve had moved into the neighborhood. By the end of the evening Frank had Steve bent over
his garag work bench working an extra long, extra col, lug wrench up his tight straight ass. Steve shot so hard he almost passed
out.

The next night he met Steve at the Starbucks in the nearby strip mall. A fast and furious fuck int he men's room drained Srteve's
ball like no other. Steve was hooked.

He quickly became Frank's favorite new plaything. game for any new diversion Frank's twisted mind could think up. An
afternoon at the batting cages turned into Steve in the ticket office with Frank working a Liousville Slugger into Steve's tight hole.
Large creamy splats! were sign that Steve was in 7th Heaven. That fall Frank took Steve to a football game at the Stadium, in the
pouring rain and underneath their slickers, Frank slipped down Steve's shorts and drove home a load as the hometeam tried to
drive home a final touchdown.

In the winter Frank fucked Steve's hole with an icicle cock while he rubbed the poor stud's tits with more ice. In the Spring Frank
took Steve hiking, which involved mostly Frank traping bee's in a jar and then forcing Steve's cock into the jar. It was 3 days
before Steve's dick was down to normal.

Now Steve was in Frank's three car garage, ass up, suspended above the floor. Frank had let each man there take a number.

"Okay fuckers, let get going. To be different we are going to start with the highest number and work our way down. So if you all
are ready, we'll begin. Number 78? 78? Step right up and fuck the pig!!!!!!"

PART FOUR - Bad Dad

Tim sensed he was in trouble when he got home and the house was dark. The only light was coming from the den where is Dad was sitting in his lazy-boy recliner, the blue light from the TV flickering across his face and body. He Dad was sitting in his boxers, a can of beer in his hand. Tim hated it when his Dad got drunk. And ever since Tim�s mom left it had been getting worse. What�s more the beer was making his Dad soft even as it made his Dad�s mind hard.
Tim had always admired his Dad, a big strapping man. Tim had gotten most of his genes from his Dad, he was happy to say. He got his Dad�s full head of black thick hair and thick beard, he knew his Dad shaved twice a day like him. He had his Dad�s proud chin and deep blue eyes. He had his Dad�s wide shoulders and thick corded arms that went down to big hands. His Dad worked as a policeman, so kept himself bulked up. Tim was a senior on his High School football team, but even all those days spent lifting didn�t bulk him up like his Dad. His Dad had big flat pecs and rubbery eraser like nipples. What Tim didn�t have was a fading six pack buried under chest fur. He kept his body shaved beneath his neck, and had a tight six pack. Tim guessed he had lost some respect for his Dad when his flat stomach gained a layer or two of beer fat.
Underneath that small belly were powerful and huge legs, both covered in fur. And rest in-between those tree trunks was a big package. Tim had never seen his Dad�s block and tackle, but the bulge was always noticeable.
His Dad had never been the real friendly type. One bad night when he came home late, drunk, when his Mom was still around, Tim had heard his Dad refer to him as "that mistake." He knew his parents had married young. Although he was 18, his Dad was only 36.
And now, for the past few weeks, Tim had often come home to find his Dad half in the bag, slouched in front of the TV.
"Come here fucker" his Dad slurred.
"Jeeze Dad, are you drunk again?"
"Shut up boy! Show your old man some respect. Where the fuck you been?"
"I told you Dad, I went to the Pizza Hut with the church group and Reverend Pete."
"Goddamn goody goody. I thought maybe you grew some balls and went out drinking and cruisin with your buds."
"Golly Dad, I wish you�d cut me some slack, I try and-"
"Shut up fuckwad! Just like that cunt you call a mother, always yappin. Don�t you turn away from my boy! Not while I�m talkin! And don�t sit either fucker! Stand up and pay attention. I been thinking about shit since I got time on my hands.I guess I left you with yer momma too much. You�re a soft piece of shit boy. Gonna have to change that, show you what bein a man is all about."
"I am a man Dad, turned 18 last month."
"No shit fucker, didn�t I shell out all that goddamn cash so you and your bible buddies could go to the amusement park? Ungrateful prick. I know you�re 18, but that don�t make you a man. Know what does punk? Huh!?"
"No sir."
"Course not, ya damn faggot."
"That�s not fair Dad, I ain�t no fag-"
"Shut up boy! Shut up! Ain�t no fag huh? You got a girl big boy?"
"Yes Sir, Susie."
"Ya fucked her yet?"
"No Sir, you know I�m waiting for marriage for that."
"You scared boy,or maybe you don�t like cunt? Hm? More of a cock hound type?"
"No Sir, Pastor Pete says�"
"Fuck Pastor Pete boy! You gotta be a man. A real man runs his life around getting off! Shit boy, if I didn�t drain my babymakers a couple times a day I�d go crazy. Shit by your age I was screwin three times a day. But fuck that, I gotta problem here and now and I thought of a way to fix ya today while I was on duty. Fuck yeah son, I got it all worked out. Fuck it made me hotter than hell just thinking about it. See, I got me real man�s balls, so naturally when I thought up this idea of mine they started turnin out more jiz juice. Got so worked up I had to stop by your momma�s friend�s house, lou-ann. You remember her?"
"Lou-Ann, Dad you cheated on Mom with Lou-Ann?"
"Jesus you are dense kid, your Momma ain�t around, so it ain�t cheatin, plus I didn�t fuck Lou-Ann anyway." Tim;s Dad got a shit eating grin on his face.
"But you said� who did you� not Michelle?!"
"Ain�t she in yer bible group boy?"
"Yes! She�s only 14 you sick pervert! You raped her?!"
"Calm down fuckwad, I ain�t raped nobody. She practically begged for it. Well, once I told her what�s what she did. She put up a good fight boy but once my tool sunk in she started getting all moany and shit, talkin about how I filled her up soooo much. She is one hot piece of action boy, you�d been a better man you�d hit that fuck yourself by now."
"You want me to fuck some 14 year old girl Dad?"
"Fuck no son, pay attention. I was just letting off steam with that pussy. What I got planned for you doesn�t involve any 14 year olds."
"Oh thank the lord."
Tim�s Dad laughed out loud.
"Yeah son, you�ll be thankin him alright. I figured the best way to fix you is to make you into my own personal pussy boy!" Tim�s confused look only made his Dad laugh louder."
"Don�t worry Son, Daddy will show you what to do. See, way I figure it is the only use you�re good for is to be a dick slut and a pussy boy, know what those are punk?"
"N-n-no Sir."
"A dick slut is an animal that can�t get enough mancock down its throat, and a pussy boy, well, let�s just say, a pussy boy know that boys like him got a pussy to offer up to a man."
"D-d-d-dad, no, stop. You�re just drunk. I-I-I-I-I-�im gonna go upstairs to bed now, and we can talk in the morning."
"Get yer ass back here boy!" Tim;s Dad grabbed him by the arm and dragged the boy so he was facing him. He sat back down.
"But Dad, how is that supposed to help me become a man?"
"Huh? Oh yeah, fuck son, it ain�t, but it will make me and my buds feel a whole lot better. Now time for yer lesson boy. Get down on yer knees or so help me I�ll beat your worthless ass to a pulp."
Tim slowly sank to his knees, he had seen his Dad in action and knew that if he started beating on him he wouldn�t stop until his own son was unconscious, or worse. From his kneeling position Tim could see his Dad�s sweats covered crotch, a huge pole tenting up in the middle. His Dad was hard and ready. Tim knew enough to know what was coming.
"Look at what made ya son. You are gonna drink the very seed that I planted in that bitch 18 years ago."
"P-p-p-please Dad no-" SMACK!!!
"I told you to shut up fuckwad! Damn this is hot. I�m so glad you ain�t really afag boy, its gonna make turning you into one so much more fun."
Tim�s Dad hooked his thumbs under the waste band of the sweats and pulled them down until his rock hard cock bounced free. It was a monster, no longer than Tim�s own 10 incher, but much thicker and huge pulsing veins throbbed up and down it, including one big one on the side.
"It�s a beauty huh boy? Huh?!" SMACK!!!!
"Yes sir, yes sir!"
"God damn worthless punk slop, lick the dick juice off the tip there �fore it slides down my shaft. Lick it!" SMACK!!! "Damn boy, you gotta listen and do, stop thinkin about it, just do it. Pretty soon you ain�t gonna think much anyway. Ahhhhh, that�s it, lick the tip, ahhh damn boy, how�s it taste?"
"Salty Sir."
"Really, fuck son, fuck. Now I�m gonna need you to lick the shaft too,up and down. Ohhhh , hmmmm, fast learner for such a stupid punk. You sucked cock before boy?"
"No sir!"
"Liar, well don�t matter none, cause you�re about to. Wrap those lips around the knob boy. FUCK!!! Sweet Jesus yea!! Look at that hot shit, ma own boy goin down on his Dad. Like that Faggot? No? Too fuckin bad, cause it feels, wonderful."
Tim felt his Dad�s big hand rest on the back of his head, slowly pushing him forward.
"Easy son, ain�t gonna get the whole thing day one, but trust me, you will. You definitely will. Fuck son, by the time Daddy�s done with you you�ll be able to take a foot of cock or more. I think the best way to practice is to come with me to poker night tomorrow. I�ll dress you up in shorts and that�s it. Put you under the table, let you go around suckin off each guy�s pecker all night. In fact we don�t leave until each guys drains twice into you. Oh, and just to make sure you learn you place, I�m gonna ask each guy to piss down that throat of yours at least once. Don�t think that�s a good idea? Well fuck boy, I don�t care, lots of beef drunk there, you�re little belly �ll be full. Fuck you are good, better than that damn bitch out whose cunt ya came. Oh man boy, you got my balls workin overtime, big load for sure. Yes baby, I am going to come down your throat. Jeeze son, you are dumb sometimes. A real man wants to mark his property, later on I�ll piss on ya too. Fuck yeah boy you�re gonna like this new life. Your Daddy is a sick twisted pervert and his buddies are too. They love jock ass like yours, love to rape it. Wait until I tell yer coach about your new life. I know he�s a boy raper just like me. I seen him at these orgys we have down at the orphanage. That�sright boy, your Daddy and a bunch of his buds make a monthly stop at the ol abandoned kid�s home out on 60. Give those boys some affection and some pot and beer, fuck, you got a buffet of ass and mouth to work your cock. Little sluts all of em, beg for your dick, think you�re gonna love em more, Ha!"
Tim was surprised to find about half of his Dad�s dick in his mouth, but he was beginning to gag, so his Dad eased up a little.
"fuck son, if you was one of those bastards I�d just keep goin, ain�t like anyone cares. But I want you around, so I�ll take it easy first time out.But you gotta remember who�s boss around here. That goddamn pastor Pete ain�t yer daddy boy. Got that? This is your Daddy boy, a man who unloads cock juice into his own son�s throat. Yer one lucky boy to have such a bad dad. Ever fucked around with Pastor Pete? No? Funny, I thought all those guys were pervs. Tell ya what, next time your with the bastard I want you to make him feed you his cock. Work that body of yours. You either get him to fuck ya or don�t bother coming home. And I will know boy, know how? You�re gonna turn him in for being a child fucker. Yes you are boy, I want you to tell the DA all about how Pastor Pete�s been bungin your hole for years. Not only will it ruin that jerk, but everyone in town will know you got cornholed. Fuck yes! Two birds with one stone! And don�t ever think its gonna end punk, cause it ain�t. I�m gonna train you well, make sure that you know how to please real men, like your boss one day. Yeah boy, gonna have to suck his cock. And I�ll make sure who ever you work for knows you suck cock good. All it takes is a phone call. And don�t think that joining the academy will help. Those guys in there are real men punk and can smell pussy boy from a mile away. Course I�ll help em out a bit, but they will probably figure it out on their own. Ughn, oh man son, I feel that cum boilin up. Get ready to swallow punk�. Ungh�ohhhh�..SHHHHHHIIITTTT YYYYYEEEESSSSSS!!!!!!!! Take it faggot! Take it! Fuckin! Punk!"

His Dad came so hard and so much that it spilled out of Tim;s mouth, he couldn�t swallow it all even if he tried. He was crying as his Dad�s popped the fat messy cock out of his mouth. His Dad made him lick it clean.
Still crying, Tim watched as his Dad stood up and stuffed the cock back in his sweats. Tim was relieved it was over.
"Faggot! I gotta make some calls. You stay here, I ain�t done yet, still gotta break your ass. Oh, and just in case you get ideas about runnin off, let me just snap these cuffs on�"

to be continued?