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My hands are trembling as I pack the pipe. Despite months, years of preparation, knowing I’m about to cross a line almost no one has the balls to cross has me shaking with anticipation. And lust. Pure, unbridled lust, flowing as freely as the precum slicking up my cock head. I know I told him I’d wait, but I can’t help it. I take a few hits off the pipe. My cock responds instantly, getting half-hard at the quality of the crystal, and the debauchery it will lead to. Debauchery. That’s a term of art if ever there was one. This is straight up depravity. I’m sprawled out on my bed, familydick video playing on the 90 inch high def television hanging on the opposite wall, Derek Allen is showing his “step”son how to fuck his gorgeous blond boyfriend proper. I’m taking a few casual hits, eyes darting between the porn and watching myself in the mirrors that flank either side of the bed, an infinite regress of daddy stud stroking his daddy stud cock. 9 inches reflecting back and forth, and back and forth, and back and forth. As turned on as I’m getting from the crystal, the porn, watching myself jack off, it’s nothing compared to what I know is coming just as soon as he emerges from the shower where he’s eagerly and methodically cleaning out his asshole. My son. My pride and joy. Varsity athlete. Honors scholar. Future Senator. Meth-crazed cumslut. Daddy’s little boy. I “officially” found out my boy was gay a few weeks after his 16th birthday, when I walked into the living room finding him holding his best friend’s hand, shaking, with tears streaming down his face. “Dad, there’s something I need to tell you. I’m gay.” I was so proud of him for choking out those words despite the existential dread gripping every fiber of his being. Fully anticipating the worst of all reactions from his upstanding, God fearing, patriotic Texan father, he readied himself for the end of his family, his home, every foundation of his existence. “Shit boy, I’ve known that since you were 13. How long did it take you to figure out you could use an incognito browser?” Relief, then astonishment washed over his face, only to be replaced by a sheepish grin as his best friend convulsed in loving, heartfelt laughter. “Have you figured out your old man sucks cock too?” The laughter stopped immediately, and after a second or two of silence, it resumed in the form of a few nervous chuckles. Is the old man fucking with me? I could read it on my boy’s face. Little did he know, I would be fucking with him, something I had decided shortly after he turned 15 and for which I spent the last 3 grueling years planning in meticulous detail. Camping trips with communal showers, increasingly explicit movies on saturday afternoons, shorter shorts exposing my hefty cock. Lighting his first joint. Cracking his first beer. Frank and franker conversations about the kinds of lube he used to jack off. “Accidentally” leaving the bedroom door open a crack when I’m fucking a trick, leaving the bathroom door open when I’m taking a piss, dropping my towel a little too soon after getting out of the shower. Every step brought him closer and closer to the moment two years ago when he pulled my shorts down, gasped at the heft and fucking beauty of my cock, lowered himself to his knees, and with a wonton lust he can’t possibly conceal, closes his eyes, opens his mouth and accepts, with a gratitude bordering on reverence, his daddy’s dick for the very first time. He turned 18 on November 08, 2022, and by 12:05 am, he was shaking from the most powerful orgasm either of us had ever experienced, as I shot rope after rope after rope of cum all over his beautiful face. I knew my boy wanted my dick, wanted my load. I didn’t realize how badly he craved it until the first volley of my nut landed on his face and triggered a hands-free geyser erupting from his equally ample, equally beautiful dick. I came a second time moments later when, as I stood there panting and sweating, he began scooping up our combined loads, and - never breaking eye contact with me - swallowed it all while humming “happy birthday” to himself. I hadn’t planned on fucking him just yet, I wanted this to be a marathon, not a sprint, but I was so turned on by my son embracing, reveling, wallowing in my daddy lust that I started getting hard again. Almost telepathically, my boy knew what was coming. He got on all fours, climbed onto my bed and pulled apart his ass cheeks. I’ve eaten a lot of ass, it’s one of my favorite things to do. Licking, caressing, making out with the bottom’s hole… I consider it one of the only ways a man can truly pleasure and be pleased by another man. (That and sucking his cock with the unbridled enthusiasm my son had just shown on mine). So when my son wordlessly pulled apart his ass cheeks, his hole already puckering, I knew I had to take my time and savor it, no matter how painful my erection was getting. My technique rarely fails to leave my bottom quivering and begging for my cock. My son was shaking, begging, crying for his daddy to give him all 9 inches. I get harder and harder remembering his whimpering, ‘please dad, please I can take it, I need your cock in me, I need your cum, I don’t care if it hurts, I WANT it to hurt, I just need your dick in me. Please daddy. PLEASE!’ They were the first words either of us had spoken since the clock struck midnight, my boy legally became a man, and his mouth and hole and entire body became devoted to my servicing my dick, slaking my lust, slurping my cum. I never could deny my boy something when he pleaded with me like that. So I lined up my cockhead with his hole, and I didn’t even have to push. He pulled me in him. He shuddered, came again when I bottomed out, my balls resting against his taint. I leaned forward, gave him a kiss on the head, and whispered in his ear “get ready.” And then I fucked him, hard, for the next three hours. Every single position, every single variation, from good old doggy style on my bed to pile driving him on the kitchen table, his back and ass being mashed into the birthday cake - Carrot cake with cream cheese frosting - until my legs literally buckled out from under me, and I collapsed from the exertion of devoting every ounce of my energy to fucking my son. Even then, he couldn’t leave my cock alone, and I both passed out and woke up to him worshiping it with his mouth. We fucked almost every day for the next eight months, until his acceptance to UCLA. When he applied as a junior, all he could think about was getting out of Texas, getting to LA, sucking surfer dick and fucking stoner ass. Those fantasies almost completely evaporated after that first night, and the nights after. By Christmas vacation, when he spent the entire two weeks completely naked, and covered in cum - his, mine, a few discrete friends I brought over on Christmas eve for my boy’s very first gangbang - thoughts of California were a memory so distant they could have been mistook for a dream. But I insisted. My boy is no slouch, and as much as I knew he wanted to devote his entire existence to pervy, incestuous escapades, I refused to let him waste his God given potential… Both in the classroom, and in the dorm room. As much as he hated the thought of leaving home, daddy cock, daddy cum and lots of it, I knew he’d be okay. And that faith in my boy was born out his very first night in Westwood, when I got a video of him flip fucking with a gorgeous stud who turned out to be the starting quarterback of the the Bruins football team. It was a performance I’d see repeated many, many times that first year, courtesy of the live webcam he set up for me to watch, in realtime, as he sucked and fucked his way across campus. I, of course, returned the favor, putting up cameras all over our house so he could follow my action as well. We developed this beautiful tradition - every friday night, we would time it so that we were both fucking at the same time. I always nutted just a little bit faster when I could see my boy, and by the end of his first year, we were cumming simultaneously almost every session. When he flew back after his first year, he wore the thinnest shorts he could possibly find, and his erection was painfully obvious as he walked right up to me and kissed me, hard, on the mouth. Normally, I’m pretty cautious, but I couldn’t help myself. As soon as I got him back to my truck, I bent him over the front seat and fucked him like his asshole owed me money. Three cars drove by while I was making my boy whimper and moan like the cheap whore I raised him to be. One of them was a sheriff trooper. My son has never made me prouder than when he looked the sheriff dead in the eye, and in between gasps from the relentless pounding I was giving his hole, said “your cock ain’t gonna suck itself mister, get that fucker over here before my daddy needs me to clean his dick off.” Most men would panic. Most men would be desperately trying to zip up their pants and fumble their way through a wildly unbelievable attempt to convince the deputy not to believe his lyin eyes. I just kept thrusting. My son just kept moaning. It was a siren song to the cop, who briefly wrestled with his conscience before doing a quick double take to check and see if anyone was looking before opening his door and revealing a beautiful, already hard and leaking 9 inch dick. He didn’t say a single word as he sauntered up to the other side of the truck, opened the door, and fed his cock to my son. I was alreay close to cumming, but I decided to edge myself in my boy’s hole until the Sheriff was close so that my boy could get loads on his face and in his ass at the same time - something he had grown particularly fond of, courtesy of all the frat boys he’d bring home after last call. The Sheriff, still somewhat disbelieving what was happening, nonetheless came within 3 minutes, blasting a huge load all over my boys face and hair, licking some of it off, and smearing the rest with his not-at-all deflating cock. My son, cocky little fucker that he is, just looked up and said “how about you escort us back to our house and we keep this party going.” That phrasing was the first indication that my boy was getting up to a little more than he was letting on. But I didn’t have time to question him further as the Sheriff leaned into his walkie-talkie and said “Dispatch, providing an escort to a soldier back from deployment, disregard the sirens.” We lived a nominal 60 minutes from the airport, but with the Sheriff’s kindness to a “returning soldier” we were home in 35 minutes. The Sheriff pulled into our garage so as not to disturb the neighbors, and somehow had completely disrobed en route, everything but the boot and the cowboy hat. He wordlessly bent my boy over the squad car as I sat on the nearby work bench and took in the sight of my boy’s hole being plowed, slowly and steadily, the Sheriff’s thick and veiny cock glistening with the cum I had already shot up my boy’s ass. The Sheriff fucked him for 2 hours before having to respond to a call of “shots fired.” "Shots fired all right, all over my fuckin face," was all my boy said. I love, love, LOVE how cocky my boy had become, how fucking brazen he could be. He was a big dicked cum slut stud, he knew it, and he knew everyone within his line of sight new it too. We spent that entire first summer sucking, fucking, eating ass, even fisting him once. I’d fall asleep with my cock in his ass every night, with him half-whispering, half-sighing “I love you daddy.” I’d usually be woken up a few hours later, as deep in a REM cycle, he was dream fucking himself, not even waking. And of course, as the sun broke over the horizon and shone clearly through east-facing floor-to-ceiling windows, I’d be roused by the sensations of him licking, kissing, and sucking my first load of the day. It was towards the end of the summer, as he was preparing to head back to California, when I found out Daddy’s perfect cum dumpster had set his sights… higher… I had to travel to San Antonio for a conference, and as much as I wanted to have him with me, I was giving the keynote speech and my sense of professionalism overrode the untrammeled lust that had consumed me ever since the first time I saw his web history and the tiny bit of boy cum crusted on the table all those years ago. He understood, although his disappointment was palpable. But I always encouraged him to have fun whenever, wherever and with whoever he wanted, and like a good father, I never once brought up the word condom. And from the videos I saw, he never gave it a thought. My boy only fucked raw. One of the many, many reasons I was so fuckin proud of him. The speech went off without a hitch, I received a couple of dozen new orders for the tech I was pitching, with enough of a profit margin to ensure that my boy could spend the rest of his life fucking his boy without ever worrying or wanting for money. Naturally, I didn’t want to miss the opportunity of having fun in a different city. And since I was feeling pretty bold, I decided this would be the rare night I’d get lit and fuck all night. I pulled up rent.men, found a stud whose page telegraphed meth whore, and booked him for the whole night. He had a perfect ass, a 10 inch dick and a smile that could light up Dallas. His soft blond hair contrasted perfectly with the hard, clearly roided out pecs, abs and biceps he not-so-subtly wanted me to worship. I asked if we could film, a keepsake for the boy. Rentman insisted. I got him on his side, with his knees pulled up like he was being fucked doggy style. It’s my favorite position, gives me perfect access to his prostate with the upward and slightly left leaning curve of my dick. I never broke eye contact as I pushed in, not even as I lit the bong and the torch and gave him several shotguns. He was flying, I was flying higher, and after 40 minutes, he had to tap out. I went to take a piss while he rested, absent-mindedly watching the porn and stroking his cock to the amateur videos my son had so thoughtfully provided on an external harddrive he slipped in my satchel bag right as I was heading out the door. I was watching myself take a hands-free piss in the mirror, getting hard watching my cock and debating on whether or not I should ask him if he pointed. I was just about to flush when rentman made my dreams come true, saying “oh hey wait I know this kid, I got lit and fucked him when I was in LA last spring.” I love my boy.
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Sweet Asian bottom next door bro type visiting Orlando on 1/20 for Atlantis cruise 1/22-29, then back to Orlando 1/29-31. Any top daddies uncles and brothers wanna show me good points how FL men breeds neg man pussy?
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Let me know if this is worth continuing or too weird. Don’t recall ever seeing fantasy or sci fi stuff on here so I’m not sure how people will take it. Actual breeding in this first part is straight MF but obviously this is a very bi MMF scene, and this part has a detailed gooey cum-eating payoff for MM fans near the end. If I continue the story MM breeding is going to be a big factor, as is hinted at the end.----thanks---THE FOLLOWING IS ENTIRELY FICTION---pounderman666 Pt. 1 My name is Gef. I grew up on a wyvern ranch in the shimmering plains, which meant that I didn't get to see many other humans very often. So I guess it makes sense that our elven slave-maiden, Chially, and I were very close. I was eighteen, and she was two years older than me, but she still felt like a little sister to me: childlike, skinny, delicate, with her porcelain skin and shimmery platinum hair, huge golden eyes… and, of course, those perky pointed ears of hers. She may have been tiny and feminine, but she was still technically a slave, and worked very hard. We ALL worked hard—that is, myself, my stepfather Tagus, and Chially. We had to do our best to keep the ranch going. My Mother, Gods bless her, had been taken from us in an unfortunate accident involving one of our wyverns two years prior. We had the creatures’ wings clipped at a young age, of course, and the barbs on their tails snipped… But their teeth were another matter. My mother had gotten too friendly with one, had come up to him while he was unmuzzled and feeding and… well… it wasn’t something I liked to think much about. At least the end had been very quick, for her. When my mother had been alive, I hadn’t gotten along very well with my gruff stepfather, Tagus. Maybe it was some natural rivalry or something, maybe I’d resented him for not being my real dad, who’d been killed by the Summer Fever five years before. Sometimes, I thought he resented me for being slender, freckled and short like my mother, while he was a glowering Westerman with a thick, hairy build and skin reddened from the western desert sun. But when mother died, we seemed to find some common bond and peace. We were two men, left to fend for ourselves and run a ranch in a dusty waste of an outland… We needed each other, and grudgingly came to respect each other, at least. We didn't see other people much, and even when we did there wasn't really much to talk about with them. I mean, unless they were fascinated by domesticated wyvern habits, or something … # It was early autumn, and the weather was as lovely as it could get on the plains. Heavy orange moons at night, and the scent of spices on the wind… Approaching time for the final Harvest Rite. I'd never been to the Rite. I’d heard young people from miles around would gather to meet, dance, drink gourd-liquors… And engage in the giggling whispers and fumbling clutches of courtship. “A man could find a wife there,” Tagus told me. “That’s how I got my first wife, anyway, long before your momma. At a Harvest night way back west.” “Wouldn’t her folks have to approve of a union?” I asked him. “Well…” my stepfather nodded, a smile spreading across his thickly bearded face. “As per tradition, yes. But if her male suitor has already, well, sampled her charms on the night of the Rite… With the Fertility blessings in the air, there’s an excellent chance he’d get her with child, and then…” “Then her parents couldn’t refuse an offer for her?” I said. He nodded. “We could surely use a strong female around here to bear children and run the house. Don’t matter if she doesn’t come with a dowry.” When he said “strong female,” there was only one local girl I could imagine. Jesikka. She lived in a village almost twenty miles away, but she was just my age and would certainly be going to the Harvest Rite. With her long, red-brown hair, sun-freckled skin, and thick, powerful legs and jutting posterior… She was strong breeding stock, all right. And feisty. But really pretty. I was fetching meal-bags from her father’s mill in town when I met her on the street. I admired her figure, her loose cotton dress clinging to the bold curves of her strong body. Tagus had told me: “Ask her to allow you to escort her to the Rite… If she says yes, her womanhood is almost yours already.” So I strolled up to ask her, and all of a sudden my mouth was all numb and slow from nerves. It was the Gods-damndest thing! She was so cute, and she looked at me with one auburn eyebrow raised and a half-smile on her face. Finally I stammered "H-harvest… R-r-rite… me you… g-go… uhh?" She laughed and then got this strange look on her face. She looked me up and down, as if I was an animal for sale at the livestock auction… Finally, after what seemed like forever, she said she'd go to the Harvest Rite with me--but only if I rode my finest stallion into town to pick her up. Of course, I readily agreed, smiling nervously. She walked up to me, achingly close, her full lips almost touching my own and said: "I'll be waiting for you, stud." And then I felt her soft, girlish hand brush the front of my trousers. I gulped as she did this. I got the implication, all right. We had three stud wyverns on the ranch, and stud horses, stud bulls… Strong breeding males, all. The only problem was that I’d never actually “mated” with a girl, myself. All I knew was how to pump a load of seed from my own cock… Which I did quite often, having no other form of release, save to squirt my “man-milk” in the grass behind the barn, where I imagined it fertilized the weeds. I was nervous, but I decided there was one person I could trust to ask: Tagus. I’d heard him and my mother making some screaming, sexual commotions from their bedroom when she’d been alive, lustful cries almost as powerful as the sounds of wyvern matings; and Tagus alluded to having wide experiences with the fairer sex, from before he met my mother. Yes, Tagus should be able to give me some realistic advice on how to pleasure—and possibly breed—a female. He was working on curing a basketful of newly-shed wyvern scales. He paused about halfway into my tale about asking Jesikka to the Harvest Rite, and how she'd called me a “stud,” and I even told him she'd touched my aching trouser serpent--or at least my trousers right there where my needy organ was. He sighed and said, “I’m sorry, Gef, if I’ve been neglecting your education in certain matters. I may not be your true father, but there’s a few lessons you deserve… And quite need, right now, apparently. I owe you that much.” “Besides,” he continued, “sometimes teaching can be fun, too. But I’ll need a pussy for demonstrating on …” He grinned and a strange, hungry look came across his face as his eyes scanned over me. Something odd and far away. I shivered, not knowing why. ‘“Of course… I mean…“ he continued. “We’ll need a female. Soooo … Well … Where's Chially?" # Tagus led the way across the ranch property and I followed… I knew he was heading towards the cow-barn, where Chially was working. (We had a stables and a wyvern barn too—which was stone and iron, almost a little fortress—but the cow-barn was a traditional wooden structure. We used cows for milk, and sometimes to feed to the wyverns.) Tagus walked with long, purposeful strides—from his body language I could tell he was in “serious business” mode. And yet he still had a wry smile on his face… “This is something we should have done a while ago, actually,” Tagus said. “Your momma was always soft on Chially, treating her like a daughter… And I didn’t want to upset your momma. But, now that she’s gone, it’s up to us men to make sure that this ranch survives. Chially is my—our—property and we need to take advantage of… and use that property… any way we can to benefit us.” “Use?” I asked him. Though I thought I might know what he was hinting at… “You need… education, and practice, for your Harvest Rite and your pretty Jesikka. Out west my kinfolks were more free with things and sometimes… We young men had other ways. But there’s some things frowned upon here.” I’d heard rumors that Westermen laid with men as well as women, and it was not counted against them in their homeland. Our local priestesses were known to discourage such things, though. “But what you do have here are elven slaves, especially slave girls. Good for fucking, the temple is fine with that. And we could use more help around here. Now, it will take a few years for them to mature, but half-elves grow much faster than humans…” “Aren’t half-elf slaves illegal?” I asked. He shrugged. “The King outlawed the commercial breeding and selling of them. But, umm, private owners… using their own seed on their own slaves… That happens quite frequently, and people turn a blind eye. They’re not like human females, either. I’ve heard they can carry the offspring of several males at a time.” I tried to imagine tiny, innocent-looking little Chially with her belly swollen and taut with a couple babies growing inside… The image should have really been troubling. But I found myself intrigued—and excited. We entered the high, shady barn and both of us immediately looked up to the hay-loft, where Chially was pitching hay down for the cows. The iron pitchfork she used was taller than her, but little, petite Chially—like most elves, I guess—was very strong for her size. She had always been a great help around the ranch. I could see the crack of her tight little girlish butt peeking out from the waist of her too-tight trousers whenever she bent down to pitch some hay. Tagus had put some truly provocative ideas in my head… Because I now badly wanted to squeeze and pinch that pale little elven ass. She’s like a sister to you!, a guilty voice in my head said. But Tagus had said we ought to use her… I nervously licked my dry lips in anticipation of what was going to happen. Tagus was already on the ladder to the hay-loft, almost flying up it, taking the rungs two at a time. I followed. Before I had even gotten up there, though, Tagus had taken off his shirt and was tugging off his trousers over his hairy, well-muscled butt. I’d never seen him so impatient for anything before… “Elf wench!” he barked. Chially looked up with her big golden eyes, a subservient little smile on her face. “Yes, Master?” she answered in a voice childlike, yet pleasant. “Put down your pitchfork, take off all your clothes, and lie back on that hay bale. Gef and myself have decided time’s come to breed your little pussy-cunt.” “Of course, Master,” she replied. Ever so agile, she skimmed her clothes off in a moment, revealing her pale, compact--yet distinctly feminine--body. Her breasts were small, but firm, the tiny nipples bright pink in color in contrast to her alabaster skin. My gaze travelled down her smooth, pale tummy to the juncture of her slim legs. There, a light, feathery tuft of silver-white pubic hair did nothing to hide the pink, plump lips her girlish pussy. Tagus was looming over her, looking down at her sternly, his teeth bared like a predator moving in for the kill. Chially’s girlish body, now unveiled, was delicious, yes… But something made me turn my attention to my stepfather’s looming masculine bulk for a moment. A trail of dark, curling man-hair ran from his chest to bisect his iron-hard stomach, past his belly button, and then … down below … There, it blended into a thick patch of dark pubic hair. His balls were large and heavy and dangled low in their sacs, as it weighted with bullish seed. But above them—the cock—WOW. I had to blink for a second before I could really take it in. It was frightening, seeing that animal organ on a mere mortal man. It had to be about ten inches long … but the length wasn’t the scariest part. It was just so WIDE. Almost as wide as Chially’s wrist … It was wider across than vertically, giving it this slightly ugly, squashed appearance. The skin of the penis was a dun-brown color, slightly darker than the skin on the rest of his body; while the head of the cock was bulbous and swollen and purple, like an angry plumb. The whole shaft was covered in a web of dark veins. Horsecock, I thought. Stallion cock. It did remind me of an animal’s cock. Huge, ugly, not a handsome organ by any means … But a champion breeder. I felt my own smaller organ jerk with arousal in my trousers. My big, gruff stepfather looked kinda funny, though, with his pants off and that giant, reddened cock “saluting” her. There was clear goop dripping like heavy tears from Tagus’s big, bulbous cockhead… He must be really horned up, I realized. My own trousers were getting kinda tight, my cock wanting to breathe. I skimmed my clothes off quickly. My own cock isn’t as thick as Tagus’s, but it’s thin and long and kinda curves up a little. I hoped Chially would like it. “Ok, elf cunt,” Tagus barked. “We’re gonna open your tight pussy up and make some babies. Gef and I gonna breed your sweet little womb. You understand?” “Yes, Master,” Chially responded sweetly, still smiling. With her slim little legs spread, she looked up at Tagus expectantly. Tagus knelt down in front of Chially and motioned me forward so that I could see better. His rough, scarred hands cupped the elf’s tiny breasts, his thumbs pressing down the little pink nipples before he took them between his fingers, twisting and tweaking them. Chially made a soft little “ummm” sound. “Breasts on a girl—elf or human--are more than just udders,” Tagus explained. “You can play with ‘em to get the female hot and ready for breeding.” Tagus bent down and took one of the delicate little nipples into his mouth. Chially smiled and squirmed a little at the sensation. He suckled there for a little bit, working the teat like a hungry newborn babe… I wanted to be the one sucking on those sweat teats. And at the time, I felt my own flush little man-nipples tingle in an unexpected sympathy. And then he bent lower, his lips gliding down, his mouth trailing down over her belly… His tongue dipped into her narrow belly-button before he slid his face down between her slim thighs. Soon, he was kissing and licking the pink lips of her womanhood. She giggled at first, as if his tongue was tickling her. In a few moments, though, she let out a surprised “Ooooh,” and her eyelids kinda fluttered. “Now this is where we’re gonna stick our cocks, of course,” Tagus said, nodded towards Chially’s exposed pussy. “But you gotta make sure she’s good and wet first. It’s better for breeding, and only polite. Only a sadist or rapist fucks a dry cunt… That’d hurt her, and we don’t want that, right?” I anxiously nodded my understanding. From what I could see, Chially looked pretty wet already. The little slit of tender coral-colored flesh between her plump pussy lips was glistening and damp. Tagus now stuck his tongue inside this slit and lashed it up and down. “Umm!” he exclaimed. “Sweet as a summer melon! Damn, I never knew elf could taste so good.” Then, he used his thumb and forefinger to spread the cunt lips apart. At the top of her gash was a bright pink, fleshy hood… And underneath it, a tiny pink nubbin like a little flower bud. “Now this here’s the clitty,” he instructed me. “When you’re dealing with a woman, this is the most sensitive part. It can bring her lots of pleasure… But you gotta be gentle, it’s delicate.” Tagus stuck his tongue out and swiped it around the nubbin before circling in to finally lick the little clitty itself. Chially’s eyelids started to flutter again. Her hips arched, she knotted her little hands in Tagus’s hair and ground her crotch into his face. After a moment, she pulled back… Her cute little face scrunched up in worry. “Master,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry, I had no permission to do that!” Tagus just laughed. He pulled his face up, and there was clear girl-juice on his lips and dripping from his beard. “Relax, wench,” he told Chially. “I take no offense. You’re just helpin’ me to show Gef how to get a gal juicy.” He turned to me, grinning. “We got a real responsive one here, Gef. I’d be lying if I told you all ladies are as easy to get heated up as this little elven cunt. But we’re gonna have a lot of fun with our Chially, I reckon… Look at that pussy now.” So I did. Her womanhood seemed even pinker than before, the lips swollen and the insides shading to a ripened red color. The little clitty was sticking out proud. A trickle of Chially’s clear lubrication ran down out of the slit, dripping down over her pink little asshole. “Let’s see how open you are, then,” Tagus said to her. “You have to be wet enough.” He stuck one of his meaty fingers up between her pussy lips and into the dripping opening. “Tight,” he said. “But she’s so wet, I think we’ll—Whoa!” he exclaimed, his eyes going wide. He probed and pressed his finger in again, wriggled it slowly a bit. “Well,” he continued. “I should have guessed. Chially, you’ve never had a man’s prick in you, have you?” “No, Master,” she answered, shaking her head. “Ah,” he said. “I thought with working around the ranch, it might’ve ripped somehow or another, even if she’d never lain with any man. But no… It’s still in there.” “What is?” I asked. “Her maidenhead,” he explained. “It’s just a little seal of flesh, really. Noble maidens put a lot of worth on it, but it’s just a trifling thing, to be honest. But Chially’s has to be rended. And there’s only one quick and decent way to do it: a hard, strong prick.” He bent down over the elf girl, grabbed her skim, pale legs, and spread them wide. Then, he eased on top of her and held her legs to his muscular, hairy chest so that she was kind of bent under him… With her little pink pussy completely exposed and vulnerable to his thick, wide cock, now poised only inches from her nether lips. “There’s no point in being gentle, wench” he told her. “The quicker this is done, the better. Might sting a bit, though.” Tagus’s thick, angry-looking prick with its big mushroom head was poised at the entrance to Chially’s little cunt… Like a fleshy battering ram about to rip her maidenhood asunder. I felt a little frightened on her behalf. For the first time, I was having serious second thoughts about this whole idea. But Tagus wasn’t going to give anyone time to reconsider. He used his hand to wiggle his cock, getting the thick head nestled good and well between the lips of Chially’s slit… And then, with a loud grunt and a powerful thrust of his steely buttocks that left them dimpled from the exertion— He speared her on his manhood. One instant, his hot, throbbing “serpent” had been pulsing in the open air outside of her. The next—it was buried fully in Chially’s little belly. Her maidenhead had been ripped away in a flash. Her golden eyes went wide; she trembled and bit her lip. “Ughh,” she moaned. “Owwww…” “If she’s a virgin,” Tagus explained, “It’s gonna hurt at first. Usually does, girl-pussy virgin or boy pussy…” I wasn’t sure I’d heard him right. Perhaps he was mixing up his words, too lost in lust. Girl-pussy virgin or boy? So it hurt for a male to fuck a girl’s pussy the first time, just like a girl’s first time hurt? Or did he mean some males had pussies? Maybe out west? No, makes no sense… I figured I’d work up the courage to ask him later when he was less distracted and more apt to talk straight. Heck, maybe he was talking straight and I was so horned up and anxious I was hearing things wrong myself… “Now, I’ll just hold it in for a little bit, let her get accustomed…”Tagus continued. “I’m hoping it won’t take long. Elves are more resilient than humans, so…” Chially nodded. “Yes, Master. Please forgive my weakness. I am now ready for your breeding.” “They’re nice and submissive, too,” Tagus chuckled. “Are you really all right, Chially?” I asked her. “Yes,” she said. “No hurt anymore, just… oooh… so full.” Tagus slid out slowly; I moved over to one side so that I could get a better view of their coupling. His thick cock, wet with her juices, kept sliding out slowly. Her soft pussy lips clung to his cock on the outstroke until, with a little plop, the ridge around the head of it could be seen just outside of those lips. The, he slid it in again, this time very slowly. “Ooooh!” Chially moaned “Ummm!” Tagus exclaimed, as if savoring the delicious sensation. “Gods of west and east, that nice. Never been inside a girl-hole so hot and tight. Your momma’s lucky I never knew Chially felt so good to be inside while she was alive… Your momma had a real cock-snapper on her, Gef, but nothing compared to this elf cunt!” He pulled out and drove in again, pushing in deep until his hairy balls were nestled in the smooth, pale crack of the elf girl’s ass. He pulled out—drove in—out—in— Going faster, building up a rhythm that was punctuated by the fleshy KLOP-KLOP-KLOP of his fucking. Chially was making a mewling noise like a kitten in heat, squirming underneath him. I could barely see her under his big, tan, sweaty body. It was incredibly exciting to watch… But I felt a little pang of jealousy in my stomach. As I watched Tagus covering my little Chially with his big, powerful, hairy body… As I got a glimpse of her face, mouth agape, eyes slitted in bliss at the mating he was giving her… My eyes darting back and forth between both of them… What strange sensation was in churning in my gut and making my cock ache? I want to be on top of her instead of him, obviously. I’ve admired her gentle beauty for ages. Impatience, pure and simple; I want to fuck her NOW. I took a deep breath and told myself to hold on to my instincts, that I would be in that breeding saddle soon enough. My own cock jerked involuntarily, and I was leaking clear gunk myself now… Man was I horned up. In a good way that made me warm and tingling all over, like being on a high hill just before a summer thundershower. But maybe, I told myself, I wouldn’t have to wait long. After a minute, Tagus was already panting hard, and had a pained look on his face like he was losing control. If he’d been waiting since my mother’ed passed for relief, no wonder he now looked like he was about to drop a gallon’s worth of seed-milk from those heavy bull-balls of his! He was really gasping now, like he'd been sprinting to chase a rogue wyvern. “Now, when you’ve taken a female to wife… uhh… you’ll want please her well. Make sure she cums once, twice… whew… or more… huh… before you seed her womb. That’s only… uhh… considerate. But, when you’re out for pure…oof… breeding, best not to hold back… Need to let the seed flow… ummm… naturally. Chially’s basically a prettier form of livestock, so…” Tagus started to really slam his cock into Chially, shaking her tiny body each time he plowed in deep. I heard her hissing little pants, and his rhythmic grunts… It almost was like two animals going at it. But Chially was much prettier than some cow or sow, I had to admit. And I’d never watched a bull in rut as intently as I did Tagus as he covered her, I had to admit. “When you’re getting…ughh… close,” Tagus advised. “Gotta go in deep.” His hands were under her little ass now, cupping her cheeks as he drove into her, as if he was trying to hold her pussy as tightly onto his plunging cock as it would go. And still he rutted into her little pink cunt, faster and faster… His powerful ass driving his cock into a raging blur. “UGGGH!” Tagus shouted. “Demons’ balls, I can’t hold back anymore! You ready for the seedin’, wench?” “Yes, Master!” Chially cried out. “Uh, Uh…” "YESSSSSS!" Tagus roared as her answer made his dick swell. “Fuck! Gef, watch me!” He commanded me. “UGGGH! I’m holding it inside her real deep and… SHIT! HERE IT COMES!” Tagus powerful legs were spread a little so that I could see his wide cock buried up to the hairy balls in Chailly’s little hole. I swear I saw those huge balls tighten, then his ass clenched once, twice, three times… And each time he let out a low moan. I watched, fascinated… Because I knew that each time his butt clenched up, he was spewing another bolt of thick seed into Chially’s womb. Into her. Gods yes, of course. And that was one of the most exciting things I could imagine… The MOST exciting thing would be MY cock shooting MY seed in there. I could hardly wait. Four, five, six times Tagus’s ass clenched. Near the end he pulled out a little, and I thought I saw the tube on the bottom of his plundering manhood swell as one final gush of male fluid was pumped into Chially’s receptive body. “So much, so hot, Master,” Chially cooed, smiling. Tagus was sagging over the elf girl now, panting like he'd run hard for an hour. “Gods, Gef,” he sighed. “She may lack experience, but that little hole of hers is… Well…” He pushed himself up and into his knees, slowly dragging his spent cock out of Chially’s oozing pussy. I watched it sliding out like a fleshy serpent until it relinquished the hole with an audible “plop.” His cock was mostly erect, coated with a creamy glaze of their combined fluids. He massaged the underside of the shaft and another drop of pearly cream ran from his cock-slit to stretch in a gooey rope to the floorboards. Meanwhile, I could see a little droplet of white fluid running from the bottom of Chially’s cunt, dripping down towards her little pink rosette of an asshole. “Damn,” Tagus gasped. “I hadn’t shot off in ages. My balls were ready to burst. And yet barely a trickle’s leaking out of her.” He looked intently at Chially. “Did your womb suck up all the rest of that seed, slave?” Chially nodded, smiling serenely. “Yes, Master. To make the babies.” Tagus laughed. “Never underestimate an elf! I got a good feeling about this breeding, all right.” He turned to me. “What you waiting for, Gef? I got her primed for ya. Plow away. Don’t worry about lasting long, these balls of mine are still heavy, I’ll be eager to jump in for one or a few more.” He moaned under his breath, still stroking his big cock very slowly, as if just enjoying the tension of the moment. “Huh?” I had to shake my head to clear it. I was transfixed on Chially’s well-used pussy, and I couldn’t help stare as one more drop of Tagus’ s heavy seed ran down towards her ass. Tagus moved aside, and Chially was smiling up at me, her legs spread wide, and her pink, moist, just-fucked gash beckoning to me. My own cock was so hard it was almost standing up straight, practically touching my belly! And yet, it was important that I ask her something, first. “Do you want ME to breed you, Chially?” I asked, looking into her golden eyes for… something. I wasn’t sure what. She smiled broadly. “Of course, Gef,” she purred. “I mean, Master Gef. Please… Seed me.” Gods! This meant so much to me… And made the process even hotter for me, if that was possible. That smile she had on her face now… The smile of my best friend and foster sibling, who I’d grown up with, horsed around with, bonded with. My dear little Chially. And she wanted me to FUCK her and BREED her. She really wanted it! “Never keep an elf wench in heat waiting,” Tagus said from behind me. He shoved my lower back… And I fell forward, practically on top of Chially. I caught myself, but my rigid, throbbing cock slapped her tight little belly. I was frozen for a second. I felt the soft skin of Chially’s girlish midriff on my cockhead… While something warm and hot and sticky slapped my left ass-cheek from behind, and I realized it was Tagus’ s still erect manhood. “Uhh…?” I jerked in surprise, and the feeling of Tagus’s spongy cockhead on my behind was quickly gone. Poked me by accident, I thought, and almost sighed. From relief, of course. “Gef!” my stepfather sighed. “Do I gotta put it in for ya? What the Hells, might as well.” I guess Tagus thought I needed some more help, because, before I even knew what was happening, he had reached out with one rough-skinned hand and grabbed my cock… His hand was so big that my aching balls were actually supported in his palm while his fingers wrapped around my shaft to guide it home… Positioning it at the slick entrance to Chially’s womanhood. As he did so-- I shifted forward just a little… And my cock slid forward and up into her belly, burying itself inside her girlish hole before I’d even been able to react. Her pussy felt wonderful. Wet, hot, soft… yet tight, muscular, gripping my cock. I felt her insides kinda twitch and grab onto my prick hard for a second. I jerked in surprise, and Chially laughed… Like she’d meant to do that. “Don’t just lay there, Gef,” Tagus scolded me. “Start moving in and out. Give her a proper fuck and seed her soon as you feel the sap rising in your loins. It’s your first time and pounding a pussy that tight, no one expects you to last long.” So I eased my hips up, pulling my cock slowly out… and then slowly sank back in, allowing myself to really enjoy the wet friction this time. She was so wet and hot, so damn juiced up inside! I realized that some of that wetness was from Tagus’s seed, my own smaller cock now soaking in his essence as well Chially’s… And the thought made my cock jerk inside her. “Oooh,” Chially sighed. “Master Gef, your cock’s rubbing the very top of my pus—Oh!” she moaned. As I withdrew and slid it in again, I leaned down and whispered, “I’m sorry, Chially. I know my cock’s shaped a little funny and curves up like that.” “Noooo…” she sighed. “Gef… I mean Master… It feels kinda good.” She leaned her head up and I felt her fluttering lips kissing my neck, and she whispered: “I need you to go faster, though.” So I pulled out and slid into her sheath again, burying it deep. Out and in, pull and thrust… Building up a quickening rhythm with my hips. I’d never done this before, but my body seemed to know the routine. I guess maybe I had a little bit of the stud instinct in me, after all… Just another male animal needing a good rut, mastering the female under me. She wasn’t moaning loudly or rolling her head like she had been with Tagus, but our mating was of a gentler kind and I was quite enjoying it. The air was filled with the SLAP-SLAP-SLAP of sweaty flesh-on-flesh as we became fully absorbed in our mating. Finally, I was focused soley on this task of mating and breeding with her. Almost solely… I ignored a wet, fleshy sound in the background that echoed the same rhythm as our fucking, a fainter slap-slap-slap and a series of deep masculine moans. Then, a creak of boards, shifting weight, weight settling down close and the heat of another body near our faces… All of a sudden, Chially’s slender legs clamped around my butt; her little hands were on my back, her nails digging in like she was a cat in heat. “It’s time, Gef,” she cooed in a reassuring voice, stroking my hair. “Let it go in me.” Her familiar voice urging me on drove me to pound her harder and faster, as her pussy began to spasm, pulsing around my cock. It was as if I was being milked by merciless silken hands… Her sheath squeezed and stroked my plunging prick, as if trying to knead it into submission. “Eeee!” Chially exclaimed, her pussy clenching so hard that it almost squeezed me out completely on one outstroke. Now crazed with lust, I just grunted and drove my cock home again with a brutal thrust… Intent on showing this spasming cunt who was Master! My hips were working so fast now, my cock working furiously in her pussy, as if I were a mating machine… And yet, as Chially’s spasms of pleasure finally died down… As her warm, soft sheath relaxed around my aching shaft… I still hadn’t shot my seed. Oh, I NEEDED to shoot, that was for sure. My cock was throbbing with the need for release. My balls were so tight they hurt; they felt like they were being crushed in an ogre’s fist. It was funny; I’d been so horned up to begin with… But now, for some reason I didn’t want this to end; even though it was starting to get painful from the incredible pressure of the seed which had built up inside my body. Why was I holding back? I guess I just want this mating with Chially to last forever, like I couldn’t believe that it would ever happen again. But I felt like something was missing. Some final step… Why? The fleshy SLAP-SLAP-SLAP continued nearby. I turned my head to look when Chially grabbed my chin. Panting slightly, she’d now descended from her own climax. Now, she gazed deeply into my eyes again. She stroked my hair, then leaned up and kissed me hard, her little pink tongue darting into my mouth. Moved to my ear, whispered: “Want seed?” “I’m trying,” I told her, thinking she was telling me to seed her, which I wanted to but… The SLAP-SLAP-SLAPPING came from barely a foot to my left. Now, both Chially and I turned our heads to looks and saw Tagus kneeling there, working his big angry cock-shaft with both hands, a snarling expression on his face. The reddened eye of the weeping slit in the head of it was pointed at both of our young faces. Chially’s slim hands held my head in place to face my stepfather’s pulsing stallion cock. “Seed,” she purred, opening her mouth wide and wriggling her tongue playfully. “Heavens and Hells, Gef!” Tagus growled. “Sorry but it’s been too damn long. Going blow again. A Westerman don’t spill his seed… Fuck,” he gritted his teeth and bit his lip. “Don’t spill his seed on the ground, as a… matter of honor. I’m gonna hafta cum… uh… fill her mouth or… Shit, son, just get out of the way in your momma’s name!” She knew. Chially may have been “just a slave girl” but she had known what I’d been feeling all night, that my love and lust for her were only half of what had excited me from the beginning. “Gef want some seed?” she asked, and giggled girlishly. “Yes,” I gasped. “Yes, I do Gods damn it.” It felt like a floodgate had burst inside of me. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK… GEF… SON… CAN’T… GAAAAARGH!” Tagus sounded like he was in agony, trying to hold back. Yet still, he scooted closer, until his aching cockhead was inches from our mouths. Chially and I had heads turned, our young faces cheek-to-cheek as I was still on top of her, and my cock was still inside her pussy, throbbing. Our mouths were both open to receive the copious meal we knew Tagus was about to feed us. What I now knew I hungered for to complete tonight’s little mating ritual. Still, my stepfather fought against himself, renewing his efforts, clamping one hand down firmly at the base of his cock. “TOLD MOMMA… YOU WERE LOVELY… YOUNG MAN… FUCK!!!!! SHE MADE ME PROMISE… NOT LIKE WESTERMAN… WAYS… NOT TOUCH YOU…” “Always wanted you,” I confessed. “Want to taste you now. Please.” “Let it go…” Chially cooed to him, wriggling her little tongue out again. “Hungry.” Tagus leaned in just a little bit closer. The angry slit in his knobby cock-head was inches away. I did more than wriggle my tongue. I extended it and licked the very tip of his cock, and probed into the forbidden slit, tasting nectar sweet and musky. That did it. Tagus roared and shook. “GRRRRRAAAGHH! SONNN!” He called me son, I thought. My mother had fed me milk as an infant, and now as a young man I was about to be fed another creamy meal from a nurturing body: one to strengthen me for manhood and growth and new learning… To share with the girl who was as close as a sister to me. His fist closed around his cock-shaft right under the glans. He cocked it backed and pumped forward-- His pelvis jerked forward, the tube on the underside of that brutally wide cock suddenly swelled— “EAT!” he howled in furious ecstasy as his first ejaculation came. Time seemed to stop. I wanted to hear that violently loving, orgasmic command of his forever. EAT. Offering the milk of his loins to us. Such a strong provider, my mother had been wise to select him. I actually heard the first thick bolt of cum splootch as it exploded from his piss-slit and shot through the air towards my waiting mouth. I ached for my first taste… But alas, it went a little high of the mark, missing my mouth and hitting Chially just under her right eye beside her pert nose. It splatted there and formed a thick, jelly-like glob of tempting Tagus-seed. This heavy clot of steaming man-seed immediately began to run down her elven face, towards her delicate mouth. I knew she would share. I doubted she would scold me if decided to try and slurp the glob of stepfather-essence from her fair face. But an instant later— Tagus jerked his rough fist on his cock again. “EAT!!!” he roared once more. The tube on the underside of his shaft swelled, his cock-slit flared… SPLURRRTCH! A long jet of seed shot out as Tagus shook like a priest possessed. It was as if the first volley had been but a clearing of the valves… This second shot flowed in a stream that seemed to go on and on, as if he was pissing a torrent of white seed. This time, his aim was true, and the creamy torrent landed on my tongue and filled my mouth. It was hot and salty and thick… Milk of manhood… The taste and smell of Tagus’s essence filling my world for a moment. Right then, I knew I would never really have my fill. I felt myself about to cough and, not wanting to ruin the moment or seem ungrateful, I swallowed loudly. I could feel his some of his cream coating my throat, even as his offering of warm man-milk slid down to my stomach to be digested and nurture me. SPLOOSSH! “FEED!” Tagus grunted. I heard Chially gurgle and realized she’d swallowed the next lance of cum. “SUCK!” Tagus roared. I was unprepared for what happened next. Still in the throes of orgasm, Tagus grabbed my head and crudely jammed my mouth over his cock-head. I couldn’t get the whole thing in my mouth, and I almost choked, but I was instantly grateful when the spongy, musky invader of his manhood unleased another spurt of his cream directing into my mouth. It was thick and forceful enough that I felt a slight burning in one nostril and knew some must be running out of my nose. The taste-smell of it would be with me for days. But I swallowed most of it and suckled for more, probing that slit with my tongue. “SUCKLE! EAT! FUCK!” Tagus growled and panted. “Such a wonderful meal,” I heard Chially coo from somewhere far away, my eyes closed, focusing on the sensations of cock and cum being fed to me. I opened my eyes. Chially was stroking and kneading Tagus’s shaft, reaching down to caress his balls. I saw his balls contract and another gush of seed flowed into my mouth. It was less forceful this time, perhaps slightly thinner and sweeter than the earlier bursts. But still delicious. “Ohhhh,” Tagus sighed. “Don’t anyone say I don’t know how to give the kids a good meal. Squeeze my balls again, girl. Still a little milk in there for my boy, here.” Chially dutifully squeezed each of his testicles in turn and Tagus gasped and sighed. “Wooh! Drink it down. Damn.” The last batch of his essence was thin, but still warm and sweet, like a nurturing tea. I had scarcely swallowed it when Tagus pulled his cock from my mouth. Chially turned to me, smiling, and kissed me deeply. The sensation of her soft mouth, tongue tickling my teeth, mixed with the overwhelming taste of Tagus over all… I sucked on her tongue and kissed her back fiercely. My cock was still aching and hard and inside of her, as it had been the entire time. I didn’t know right now if still I wanted or needed to be the Master or the dominant male animal… But my cock was plunging again into her now unbearably tight pussy. She pulled back and stroked my sweat-soaked forehead. “It’s ok, Gef,” she said. “Just let it go.” I suddenly felt rough hands on my ass, squeezing it, then pushing me hard into her. “Let go for her,” Tagus’s gruff voice whispered in my ear. He then squeezed my balls gently. “We gotta finish the lesson, after all.” “URGGGGH!” I grunted. My balls contracted in Tagus’s grip. Tagus chuckled. “Plow deep and hold deep, son.” My hips thrust down violently, jabbing my cock into Chially’s vulnerable sheath… “Yessssssss…” Chially hissed. I put my hands under her butt just as Tagus had done, feeling those tight globes in my grip, squeezing them hard. “AGGGGGHH!” I bellowed, thrusting down with all my strength, spearing her deep. Pushing in as deep as I could go, as Tagus had instructed… and holding my cock in there, holding it steady. It seemed like every muscle in my body clenched at once. I could actually feel my cock-head kissing the spongy opening to Chially’s womb, aimed perfectly to fill her. A fiery pressure filled my cock, as if molten iron was filling it… I could feel the first blast of steaming seed rushing up my cock, the life-fluid leaving my body… And entering Chially’s womb. I shuddered and mumbled something incoherent. “Fill me,” Chially whispered underneath me. I was already as deep inside her as I could possibly go, but she arched her hips up to meet me just the same. Her actions violently milked the second spurt of seed from my cock. “UGGH!” I grunted. “GODS!” I swore as the second blast of cum pulsed through my cock. My entire body was now locked in the pleasurable spasms of the seeding. The third gush exploded from my body and spurted into Chially, followed by a fourth, a fifth, sixth… I felt light-headed now. I was shaking and moaning and mumbling. I’m sure if I’d seen myself in that moment, I’d have thought I looked like an idiot. “That was wonderful,” I told Chially. “Don’t know why… So hard to get there…” Tagus had stood and moved a short distance away. I heard him laugh and sigh. “Gef, you just needed to have some simple needs met, to get where you wanted to go.” “Yeah, there are some… uhhh… special things I need, apparently,” I said, feeling a little embarrassed. “Things we all need,” Chially said. I kissed her, and she smiled dreamily, still under me. “We’re going to have some interesting breeding lessons, son,” Tagus promised. I perked up. “Really? But I thought trying to breed Chially was the limit of…” Tagus shook his head and walked over to a nearby window. I watched and admired his strong back as he stood, naked, and took what seemed like a minutes-long piss through the window into the yard below. “That would be the limit of what your local custom allows. Your mother wanted me to respect that. But you’re of adult age and your blessed mother is gone. We need to keep this secret and hushed up for now but…” He turned and gave me a feral, hungry grin. “Maybe it’s time to teach these easterners what Westermen know about breeding and pleasure and bonding.” “Gef will be an expert by the time of the Harvest Rite!” Chially exclaimed. Tagus chuckled. “Hells, we haven’t but just gotten started. If we’re doing this the Westerman way… Don’t you think a person ought to know what it’s like to be bred himself before he goes breeding seriously the wifely and marriaging way?” “That sounds like it makes sense,” I said, and Chially nodded. ‘I’m going to be out riding doing errands the next few days,” Tagus said. “When I get back… my balls are going to be aching and I’ll have some good lessons planned. Chially, I’m going need your help with breeding my handsome stepson.” I had a thousand questions I wanted to ask him about that, but Chially distracted me when she kissed me deeply again… and we laughed as Tagus’s drying cum made our lips stick together. TO BE CONTINUED… -
(First time writing a story here) Restrictions here in Norway have been pretty lax now the last few weeks bc low spread, so I´ve managed to fuck a bit around already. However a fuckbud (Call him Reinar) invited me to join him and a married couple who was visiting my city. A bit older - mid 40s-50s. But hot. And they´re big into leather. They were even driving their Motorcycles around Norway atm, so they were in full Leather gear as well as having harnesses and leather jockstraps on when we came to their hotelroom. I´ll call them Erik (vers) and Hans (bottom). So I met up with Reinar, and we walked to their hotel together. As we enter, we meet Erik who´s gotten some drinks for him and Hans. So we say Hi, and join him in the elevator, making some small talk. Once we get to the room, I say hello to Hans as well, and the clothes come off pretty quickly. And then I see that Erik is wearing a sexy black/red harness, and Hans is wearing a jock with a codpiece in red/black as well. So everyone starts making out with everyone basically, and boxers pop off, while boners pop up. Hans is starting to suck a little of everyone, but focusing more on Reinar. While I have some fun with Erik and his thick dick. I get on my knees and suck his thick dick as best as I can, and I can almost manage to the base, and I taste his delicious precum. As I´m sucking away, Hans is getting on the bed, and Reinar is getting ready to fuck him. He grabs the lube and with ease just slides in. Apparently Hans is really open (my 2nd favorite a sloppy hole). Meanwhile me and Erik swaps, and he starts sucking me, getting my cock all wet so I can slide into Hans very shortly. Hans´s ass is muscly and smooth with a delicious pink hole. I take my Cock away from Eriks mouth, and direct it towards Hans, and after Reinar has expanded his already open hole, I can start fcking hard right away. And he continues to moan away while I fuck him. On the other side of the bed, Reinar and Erik start making out, and Reinar starts rimming Erik for a minute, before sliding into him. With a little bit more difficulty than with Hans. Then eventually he is fucking Erik hard, and Im fucking Hans. It´s a symphony of balls slapping against holes, and manly moaning. Which just gets me even harder, which I think Hans could feel. We swap, Reinar fucks hans again, and I get to fuck Erik for the first time. His hole is a big tighter and furrier than hans, but I slide in with the help of lube, and watch my cock disappear into his hot hole. After a bit of fucking, Erik pulls away, and starts fucking Hans, breeding him rather quickly. Reinar follows, and I get to enjoy a sloppy hole for a bit, before I also breed him. As I pull out, the cum just squirts out down his hole and leg. Which is so fucking hot We clean ourself up a bit, I take a cold shower (it was 28 celsius outside, fairly hot for Norway, so the sweat was pouring). And we talk for a bit while everyone is relaxing on the bed. Soon though, Reinar is ready to go again, so Hans starts sucking him. Then I start making out with Erik and he blows me, which just gets my cock hard again, and I feel his cock grow against my leg. Reinar starts to fuck Hans again, and after a bit, Erik joins him in Double penetrating Hans. Which is super fucking hot to look at, while hearing him moan is just perfection. Reinar is struggling a bit to maintain hardness when on the bottom in the DP. So Erik goes to the btm and I help him Dp Hans. His hole is so open now, and feeling Erik´s dick against mine, just adds to the already sensitive head from cumming not too long ago. So after a few minutes of DP fucking Hans, I shoot again all over Erik´s dick inside Hans, and its so tight! Which I felt made me cum even harder! As I pull out, Eriks dick also pops out, and his dick is just covered in my cum. So I bend down and I start sucking his cum covered dick, tasting my own juices before I gesture for Hans to sit down again and let Erik fuck him some more. Fucking my cum further inside. Eventually Hans wants to help Reinar cum again, so he starts sucking him, rimming hin, fingering while sucking him. And I take care of Hans with my mouth, taking him deep, licking his balls and head, and I am awarded very suddenly with cum in my mouth, which I graciously swallow, and start making out with him right after, so he can have a taste of himself as well. Once we´re done for the 2nd time, we watch as Hans is enjoying having all the fun with Reinar, who finally shoots all over him self, and Hans slurps it all up! Now everyone had cummed for the 2nd time, (except hans who hadnt touched himself, as a good ole bottom), and his hole had gotten several loads!
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