BROOKLYN SERIES: Surprise ParTy

[pghpigbtm]

yep - keeps getting better and better!

[Redrt66]

"Fuck guys," I pushed both Roberto and Ivan away from me, ending our three-way kiss. "We need to take a break.”

Ivan rolled over me to my right and lay back, laughing and rubbing his hairy belly. Roberto pulled away and caught his breath. I sat up a bit and repositioned some of the pillows against the wall at the end of the bed and sat up straight. I pulled my legs up, knees to my chest. My legs were spread open as Ivan looked at my mancunt and winked, smirking at me.

Roberto handed us some Gatorade and we all took big gulps, our breathing still rapid, excitement still floating above us like an invisible cloud. Both men were still HARD. Roberto sat down at the edge of the bed and with his free hand---started to finger me. I moaned. So much for the break. But I wasn't complaining.

Flying.

"What is all this?" Roberto pointed with his other hand, drink clutched tightly, referring to the rimseat and HD camcorder.

"Turn on the camera," I motioned, taking another gulp of my drink. Ivan sat up a bit, checking things out.

Roberto leaned over to the HD cam resting on a tripod. He took a few seconds to figure out the control features and pressed a button. Beep.

"Wow," Ivan proclaimed in surprise.

Opposite of us on the flatscreen, the FF DVD imagery that was playing earlier abruptly changed, the visual of an amazing ass in close-up with a fist pistoning in and out rapidly, disappearing in a flash. The monitor came alive, a sudden brightness flaring in the dark bedroom. We were now all on the screen, digital representations at a heightened saturation.

"Oh shit," Roberto whispered, impressed. He fudged with the cam, playing with it as we watched the visual, live on the screen, a slight pan towards the bed, a slight zoom towards my hole as Roberto's finger from his other hand darted in and out of my mancunt.

"Wow," Ivan exclaimed again, repositioning himself for better access. He put his drink aside on the end table and Roberto did likewise.

Beep.

"It is recording now," Roberto announced, zooming in just a little more, my manpussy on the flatscreen at an unbelievable dimension. The assjuice on my asslips glistened like tiny digital sparks.

Ivan's thick, rough fingers appeared on the screen and with both hands grabbed my mancunt lips and spread it apart. His fingers looked HUGE on the screen. Roberto's finger was still fucking me. Both men stared at the screen in awe, in lust, in anticipation. On the screen my hungry hole expanded to an unbelievable pornographic proportion.

Ivan pulled on my mancunt lips, pulling it further apart. Roberto continued to finger-fuck it. Pull and fuck. Pull and fuck. They both looked at my hole, then at each other, nodding in pride.

FUCK!!!

"Let's do a little more Tina," I announced. They both turned and smiled at me. The hunger consumed me and it needed to be fed. "YEAHHHH..." Roberto sighed. He pulled away from my manpussy, got off the bed and took control of the favors. He refilled the glass cock adding more shards than what we had ingested before, looking at me with a mischievous grin. Ivan sat up straighter but still managed to finger me with his thick index digit from one hand.

"Wait. Let me do one thing," Roberto announced, still holding the pipe. He toyed with the HD cam with his free hand as the camera zoomed out, away from my hole so that we saw a wider angle of ourselves on the flatscreen. We all looked dazed, hungry in our own selfish appetites, in that early state where the parTy is just REALLY getting started.

Roberto grabbed the torch as Ivan and I watched his motions on the screen as if he wasn't beside us. Shit, he could have been parTying with two other strangers, in another room, another apartment…in fuckin’ Manhattan. Ivan and I were too lost, flying in some other space, mesmerized by the digital exhibit on the screen. Roberto lit up and carefully heated the bowl, twisting and turning gently, cooking those shards as it melted slowly, into a magical, transparent liquid. A huge cloud formed slowly in the glass bubble. He took a long, deep breath and inhaled. He then leaned into me as I leaned into him as we shotgunned that magical smoke. I stared at us with one eye on the screen, the other eye intensely on Roberto. I kissed him greedily, my mouth all sloppy and wet, saliva dripping out of our mouths. He gave it back in equal return. Ivan meanwhile fingered me again. Roberto suddenly pulled away and I instinctively grabbed Ivan, drawing his mouth to mine. I exhaled big clouds to Ivan who took deep breaths and held it in. The big rough tongue then jabbed inside my mouth. I kissed him back in return, swallowing that fat tongue like another appendage of this Russian man. I started chewing at the heavy tip of his tongue with my teeth, applying just a little pressure, then more. He moaned then pulled away from me abruptly. We all stared at the flatscreen mesmerized as Ivan exhaled, huge clouds rising above us, fading into the dark shadows under the ceiling.

FLYING.

Boom. Boom. BOOM!!! The deep, dark electronic beats provided a soundtrack to the live HD footage reflecting on us.

Roberto leaned into Ivan and handed him the glass pipe. Roberto struck the torch again and cooked the crystal for Ivan who repeated the earlier steps, letting the smoke accumulate, bigger clouds than just earlier forming inside that bubble. Then he took a really big breath intake and handed the pipe back to Roberto. Ivan leaned forward and kissed me, that rough tongue scratching on mine. We did that for nearly a minute (which seemed to last forever) while he still fingered me with his other hand. With one eye again, I looked at the screen, and with my other eye on Ivan. I couldn't believe this was real, this was happening. Despite all the Tina, I was getting HARD again with excitement. The entire scenario, the environment, these two HOT MEN just turning me ON on a deep level. They were both equal and completely different in how they provided their complete attention to my manhole. I loved the contrast of it. And then Ivan's tongue stopped; I received his silent signal as he exhaled a huge cloud into my mouth, my throat, my lungs. I inhaled deep and slow and closed my eyes, savoring the effect, spreading my legs further. Ivan pulled away, replaced quickly by Roberto and his soft tongue, gliding over mine, wet with saliva and anticipation. My tongue stopped moving as he recognized the moment. I exhaled and he pulled my smoke into himself. He then kissed me again gently and pulled away as my mouth was left open, my tongue licking my lips.

Roberto looked at the screen. Ivan continued to finger me. We all stared at our digital mirror as Roberto released the clouds, one bigger than the next. We repeated this process for several more minutes, laughing as we got higher and h i g h e r , until the bowl's ingredients was spent. Roberto placed the pipe carefully aside.

"Roberto," I had an idea, "can you grab the rimseat?" He turned around and picked it up from the floor. I stood up carefully on the bed, pulling out of Ivan's rummaging fingers inside me. Ivan adjusted himself, helping my balance. I grabbed the rimseat from Roberto and placed it on the bed in front of me. Ivan and Roberto pulled away as I adjusted the leg heights to it’s lowest setting. Then I carefully sat down, centering my ass over the seat, bracing myself on Ivan's big upper body. Roberto looked at the screen and smiled in understanding and approval. He then adjusted a lamp on the bedside table, aiming it at my ass which now glowed on the screen. He pulled on the camera, released it from the tripod and held it. The picture on the screen suddenly got jumpy until Roberto repositioned himself, kneeling on the floor beside the bed, elbows on the mattress, getting some stability, aiming the camera on my ass. On the screen my manpussy was glowing in a blur as the image zoomed in slightly until the center of the frame came into focus, a tiny bead of assjuice on the tip of my pussylips, sparkling.

"Can you grab that?" I motioned to Ivan now, pointing to some toys at the foot of the bed. Ivan picked up a dildo. "No-not that," I pointed again until he figured out what I wanted. "Yes-that one." I thanked him.

I grabbed a towel near us and wiped whatever little lube or ass juice I had near my manhole. I then positioned the ass pump under my hole, reached over for the lube on the side table near me, grabbed just a small amount and applied the slippery liquid to the long, clear acrylic phallic probe at the center of the pump. The probe extended about six inches and had a circumference of a small dildo. I then slowly pushed the probe into my ass. It slid in easily as I was so h u n g r y. I swallowed that probe as the pump walls enveloped my hole. I handed Ivan the hand-crank of the pump.

"Roberto could you please..." I motioned to the poppers on the side table. Roberto generously fed it to me. I took deep, repeated breaths and then closed the cap on the container and held it with one hand. I exhaled rapidly.

"Ok, Ivan pump S L O W L Y ," I instructed. He did as I asked as my asslips extended gradually, filling the transparent cylinder's oval walls as the vacuum pressure built up inside the acrylic pump. Roberto zoomed in just a little more. From the flatscreen we could clearly see my manhole expanding. The stretch felt great, a slight subtle sting from the pressurized pull of the vacuum, but nothing unbearable or uncomfortable.

"Wow," Ivan exclaimed, looking at my hole under the rimseat, then turning quickly at the flatscreen, looking at the magnified digital representation. "Big mancunt," he declared, matter-of-fact.

On the screen the acrylic tube sucked on my hole, pulling my asslips around the center phallic shaft that was lodged inside me. My asslips were engorged and filling the walls of the pump. "A little more," I begged to Ivan. He pumped a few more times watching the effect on the screen. He was mesmerized. "You so bad and nasty," he said, proclaiming the obvious. I took a hit from the poppers container again. Oh man, that felt so fucking GREAT! I leaned back slightly enjoying the sensation of the poppers hitting me, the combination of the Tina from just earlier mixing with everything already in my system. My hole was relaxed and expanding. At the same time, the pressure from the pump was INCREDIBLE. Ivan grabbed the vacuum pump tube and started to rock it up and down, fucking me with the center phallic probe. It could only go an inch or so as the tube was already set around my ass and there was no more depth to be had. But regardless-it was FUCKING INTENSE! I moaned and took more hits of poppers as Roberto continued to capture the footage.

Ivan stopped with the probe-fucking after several minutes. "Here, you hold," he handed me the hand-crank as he let go of the pump, which was still attached tight to my pulsing hole. Ivan leaned back and very carefully stood up on the bed, balancing himself on my shoulders. Roberto saw what was going on and carefully adjusted himself away from the edge of the bed, the camera following him as the footage on the flatscreen panned out, to a wider shot, displaying me on the screen, legs spread, this monster tube, stuck and hanging from my ass, my manpussy extended over an inch or more on its walls. And standing beside me was Ivan and that monster thick Russian tool, still hard as a rock and pointing straight out.

Ivan pushed forward as his cockhead entered my mouth. I stared up at him, hunger written all over me. He had a mad look on his face, intense and crazy, almost menacing and slightly frightening, like someone possessed. I sucked on his cockhead greedily as I pumped on the hand-crank. I moaned as my asslips filled the vacuum tube, an extra intensity with a wave of sustained pleasure washing over me. I nursed Ivan's cock sucking it further into my mouth. Ivan held his balance on the bed, one hand on my shoulder, the free hand now tightly pinching on my right nipple. Hard. Soft. Hard. Soft. HARD! The nipple play, his thick cock now forcing itself in my mouth and the pumping pressure on my hole was just too much! URGGHHMMMMM! I moaned, sounding indecipherable with the monster sinking further into my mouth.

Boom, boom, b o o m...the bass seemed to fade into the dark corners of the room as all the heightened sensations overcame me. I could only hear myself groan---but not from myself---it came from echoes emitting from the flatscreen speakers, as my eyes closed, dazed in pain and pleasure.

Ivan pushed further, and despite the fact that I had swallowed this massive cock earlier, it felt alien and huge. I almost gagged. He continued to pinch hard on my nipples. He pushed in slightly, not really caring if I could manage the extra inch or so that was descending into my throat. I squeezed on the hand-crank twice, the pressure pulling my mancunt further into the vacuum. I could feel the edge of my pussylips fill and cling to the interior walls of the acrylic pump. It also tightened around the center phallic probe. It felt like I was squeezing a super hard cock while this exterior force was crushing my asslip walls at the same time. Ivan pushed harder, deeper, filling my throat. I tried to massage his shaft with my mouth, but my rhythm was thrown off as the intensity of his monster cock filled me and the pressure on my hole grew to a magnified level. I squeezed on the hand-crank once more as Ivan did the same with my nipple, only harder.

It was too much.

“Stop,” I protested, my voice muffled, pulling out, catching my breath as his thick cock slid out of my mouth, wet and sloppy with my saliva. “It’s too fucking intense!” I leaned back slightly and looked at the screen for guidance in between my legs. I pushed a finger around the base of the pump, applying a little pressure around my perineum, until the vacuum seal was broken, the pump now released. I pulled on it slowly as the thick tube came loose, the center probe revealing itself inch by inch as I dragged it out my hole, pulling the pump away. My asslips were engorged, glistening, fat and huge, dropping more than an inch from my ass. I took a deep breath, feeling my hole loose, open, free, relaxed, ENORMOUS.

“HOLY SHIT!!!” Roberto exclaimed. The image on the screen vibrated as he was so excited, so turned on by the image in front of him, that he was shaking. He stepped back, fidgeted with the HD cam, locking it back on the tripod, adjusting it quickly as Ivan and I looked at him, then at the screen, as the image grew wider, the lens panning out. The lamp was still focused mostly on my hole, dripping, pulsing and huge, descending from my ass.

Roberto stepped aside, walked to the end table beside the bed, licked the tip of one finger and dusted it generously with some Tina. He grinned at me and I smiled back in appreciation, as we all exchanged glances-not directly-but at each other on the flatscreen, flying and lost in the media over-saturation. He grabbed a pillow from behind me and positioned it under the rimchair. Roberto then climbed on the bed, laying on his back and slid under the chair, his face positioned under my ass.

“Isso é tão bonito,” he whispered in between my legs as he inserted the Tina-laced finger, pushing it as far as it could go, deep into my hole. I opened the poppers and breathed deep in each nostril, repeated, then inhaled through my mouth. Roberto’s right arm reached upwards, palm open. I handed him the container and he took deep breaths also, turning his head to the side from under the rimchair. He handed the bottle back up and before I could grab it, Ivan took hold of it and followed my lead, inhaling from his mouth as he winked at me. He handed the container back to me as I tightened the lid. I felt something wet and slippery at my hole. On the flatscreen, Roberto’s face disappeared in between my legs, smothering itself on my ass. His long tongue glided through my hole, my manpussy lips still extended, dropping loose from the earlier pumping. He pulled on my asslips with both hands, spreading it gently as he let his tongue circle around the perimeter of my manpussy. He licked it slowly, devouring my manpussy, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. He moved his chin and brushed his light beard against my asslips. It felt like a million needles scratching on my very sensitive hole. It was an intense sting then rapidly became an overwhelming pleasure. OH FUCK!!!! I love it when a guy eats my hole this way, taking his time, taking it slow at first, building and building. The booty bump was starting to have effect as I could feel a new heat building inside my hole, an ever-increasing sensation that was only heightened by the poppers.

Ivan jerked on his massive dick, the head an inch from my face. He was looking at me, looking at my hole on the screen, looking at Roberto’s snake between his legs which was still HARD and bouncing from excitement. I leaned forward just a bit and with my right hand grabbed that snake and slowly massaged it, feeling the weight, jerking on it. It was still super HARD! I turned slightly to my left as Ivan’s cockhead met my lips. I sucked his thick Russian tool slowly in, applying more and more pressure on his head as he moaned, his head turning more rapidly, watching the events unfold live in front of him and digitally represented on the screen. The combination of all the reflective sordid action was turning both of us on. I love my visuals with assplay.

Roberto slurped between my legs. I was breathing rapidly, trying to spread my legs more for Roberto, jerking his dick, sucking on Ivan’s monster that was now slowly starting to fuck my mouth. I looked up at him, nodded in acceptance, as he pushed another inch in. I sucked harder. I squeezed Roberto’s shaft. He moaned in between my legs as I felt his tongue slide into my hole, darting in and out rapidly. “Tão aberto,” he moaned. From the flatscreen I saw his face lower from my engorged manpussy. He reached into my hole with a few fingers and gently made circlular motions, massaging my inner walls. His tongue darted back in, the tip folded to a point as he fucked my hole that way: tongue and fingers. He swirled his tongue around the fingers as if they were in a race with each other, darting from one side to the other, his tongue rapidly alternating with his fingers. The intense movement felt incredible as the booty bump was now pulsing deeper in my hole, like the beats of the music that started to creep back from the corners of the room, surrounding us…b o o m...boom...BOOM! I leaned my head back a little, my mouth opened wider as Ivan pushed further in. I let go of Roberto's snake and concentrated on Ivan's tool pushing on my throat while enjoying the heightened sensation between my legs. I motioned for Ivan to pause as I did more hits of poppers from my nose carefully. I was so HUNGRY I didn't want that monster cock to leave my mouth. Ivan grabbed the container from me and inhaled also. He handed it back to me as I sealed it. His cock pushed in another inch as he sensed the poppers having its immediate effect on me; my throat now invited him entry. Ivan pushed in another thick inch. I breathed in deep from my nose to get as much oxygen. I closed my eyes, concentrating on the intense sensations on both of my holes. I kept visualizing the inside of my throat getting looser, softer, open, like how my ass would be as the night continued. Ivan pushed more in, not being so gentle now as he could sense my allowance, my need, my hunger. OH FUCK!!! The weight and fullness, the rigidity of the massive cock felt incredible in my throat. Roberto meanwhile was now slowly licking the edges of my manpussy with the tip of his tongue, sliding it around that it felt like he was barely touching it, just teasing it, playing with it, making me more HUNGRY. "So beautiful," Roberto moaned from in between my legs. Clearly the poppers and booty bump was also having an effect on my manpussy. Roberto started kissing my asslips, his lips puckered, smacking against my hole. And then he would thrust his long tongue inside, swirl it around, rapidly, then slowly, then rapidly again. His tongue would pull out quickly and he would resume kissing my very sloppy asslips. Ivan pushed in further. My throat was so open now that he slid in several inches without any restraint from my part. The fullness inside me felt amazing as I massaged his shaft with my throat muscles. Roberto now started licking my hole gently, just teasing it with the tip of his tongue. FUCKING INCREDIBLE!!! The double assault on both of my holes was overwhelming. Ivan was moaning, enjoying the attention. I glanced down to Roberto's groin and saw his snake bouncing up and down uncontrollably, precum leaking out from his cockhead, creating a small pool near his navel. Ivan pushed harder, all of his cock now engulfed inside my mouth, my throat. His pubic hair tickled my nose. I twitched my manpussy and pushed it out for Roberto to devour.

Fucking INTENSE.

I pulled away from Ivan slowly, releasing his cock from my throat as I took a deep breath as the thickness of his tool emptied out of me. He grabbed his cock from the base and squeezed it, watching me, puzzled. I suddenly grabbed the seat of the rimchair from my sides and carefully stood up. In between my legs, Roberto looked dazed, surprised, bewildered. His tongue danced in the air, his face framed by the seat surrounding his head. I stood up for a second, stepped forward carefully as Ivan held me with one arm for balance. And then I positioned myself over Roberto's cock. He sensed what I was now doing and grabbed his cock firmly as it pointed up to my ass which was now descending onto that snake.

OH YEAH !!!! Inside my hole, a beat pulsed and pulsed, in rhythm to the dark bass embracing us. The inner heat in me that had been building earlier needed to be satisfied. I felt Roberto's cockhead enter slowly. There was a light pinch but it felt pleasant, almost like a tease, a tickle. All his warm saliva and my assjuice had my hole well lubricated that the snake easily slid in. We both moaned at the same time. On the flatscreen Ivan repositioned himself, turning to his side facing the camera as he jerked on his massive cock. I rocked myself up and down slowly on Roberto's snake for a few strokes, feeling his shaft fill my hungry hole. There was no tension, no resistance. The booty bump and my hunger made my hole very relaxed. I sat down completely on his groin, his hard tool impaled in its full length inside me. I squeezed my hole muscles a bit and then relaxed, pushing out. Roberto moaned deeply as his hands grabbed my sides to keep me steady. I slowly started to pull myself up from him, but just an inch or so, then descend back down, fucking myself with his shaft that was hard as a rock. It felt fucking great! Ivan was on the screen looking mad and intense again, watching us fuck while beating on his thick tool in a furious pace. I rocked up and down, pulling up higher and higher as we watched the screen, Roberto's long shaft revealing itself inch by inch with my strokes. He was now rocking with me, fucking me gently, then rapidly. I kept my hole loose as his snake slid in and out. Ivan continued to jerk his dick in quick, short motions. The thick snake was moving in a faster speed, sliding through my hungry tunnel. I crouched myself up with my hands clutching on Roberto's thighs for balance. I sat up in position and held it there as Roberto thrust in and out, faster and harder, really FUCKING ME NOW, building his pace, FASTER AND FASTER. His cock moved rapidly on the screen as Ivan beat off in unison. Roberto grabbed my hips tighter and pushed me down HARD on his cock as he thrust DEEP into my hole. I felt a sudden pulse from the snake inside me as he came hard in multiple spasms. “ABRIGADO! ABRIGADDDO!” he yelled. After several minutes (or was it longer than that?) his hands released me as they fell to his side, resting on the bed. He gasped heavily behind me, catching his breath.

I slowly slid off the snake, pulling away, moving forward to his knees, catching my breath. I barely had a minute to do that. Ivan lunged forward, bent over and thrust his massive, thick Russian monster at my mancunt.

UGGGHHHHHH!!!! I screamed, shocked by the sudden assault that came with no warning. Roberto pulled back quickly from in between my legs, as he pushed the rimseat away, as it bounced towards the edge of the bed. He leaned over and watched the activity unfolding on the screen. I caught his eye looking at mine, he had a sinister face that stunned me…then comforted me. I winked back at him from the flatscreen. Ivan pushed HARD AND DEEP. I jerked forward, the violence of his fuck, rocking me. I still had the poppers in one hand and quickly uncapped the container, took deep breaths through my nostrils repeatedly, then a big inhale through my mouth, then closed the container. Ivan pushed HARDER, DEEPER. I was now gasping, lunging forward with each thrust as Ivan would pull out of my mancunt, then pushing back as he would fuck back into me. I pushed my mancunt lips out. I wanted to be super loose for him as he fucked me. Like a cunt. But a mancunt that he was now taking special care to attend, to feed, to breed. He fucked HARDER AND HARDER, each thrust seemed more violent than the one that preceded it. It was almost hurting, but I loved the pain. I would squeeze my ass for a second for the extra burn. OH FUCK!!!! Then with a deep breath, I would release my ass muscles, getting loose and sloppy. “FUCKIN’ BITCH MANCUNT!!!!” Ivan yelled over the dark, deep bass. He fucked harder a few more strokes, then pushed and fucked with such intensity from his last stroke that I almost got thrust to the edge of the bed. “AWWWW…YOU FUCKIN’ MANCUNT!!!!” Ivan protested again, thrusting one HARD LAST TIME---EXPLODING inside me, his cum a warm pool that added even more heat into my burning tunnel.

On the flatscreen I could see Roberto jerking off his dick behind us. Ivan was now moaning, his head rocking violently side to side as he caught his breath with his massive tool still HARD inside me. He stood there, knees bent, his massive weight descending on me with that tool still pulsing. My inner hole was only getting warmer and warmer. And then, suddenly Ivan pulled out, stepped back a bit and knelt towards my hole. With his giant paws, he spread my asscheeks apart and dove in with his face. My back arched up in pleasure as his rough, fat tongue entered my very open, loose hole. Roberto jumped off the bed abruptly and grabbed the HD camcorder loose from the tripod and stood over us, zooming in. On the screen, my ass filled the horizontal frame, Ivan’s big hands bleeding off the edge, his now-giant tongue greedily licking away at my hole. I shook the poppers container and took deep breaths. HOLY FUCK!!! This was fucking intense. Ivan just kept going at my hope, sucking on it, eating his own cum that was mixed with Roberto’s warm contribution from earlier. There was so much cum from both of them that it was spilling out my engorged mancunt. Some of my asslips were so wet and moist with their man juice that it was almost white. A big glob of cum dripped from the side of Ivan’s tongue, falling off the edge of the frame. His tongue kept furiously sucking on my hole, spreading it apart with his fingers. Ivan then inserted his right index finger and attempted to fish out more of the warm liquid seed. His finger pulled out after a few seconds and was covered in cum that he then sucked off. Then the finger disappeared again into my hungry mancunt, open and inviting. He twisted that finger deep inside, fucking me for a few seconds with force, then would stop and try to feel inside, grabbing what he was hunting for. The finger would exit my hole still covered with more man juice! On the screen his finger got larger and larger as he pushed it towards Roberto and the lens. The finger was swallowed on screen, Roberto’s chin peaking into the frame, his tongue lapping away at Ivan’s thick finger.

The image on the screen suddenly went dark as Roberto lost control, sucking on Ivan’s finger, his hand with the camera now at his side, the lens pointed towards a dark corner of the room. The bass crept behind us again. Roberto leaned into Ivan and started kissing him deep, his tongue trying to get and taste what man juice he could grab. I leaned forward, squeezing myself away from Ivan, turning around, facing them as they shared their cum between each other. I shook the poppers container again, opened it and fed it to both hungry men who took deep breaths of the nasty aroma without releasing their locked lips. I fed myself then closed the container, tossed it aside, and with my other hand, felt my manpussy. It was wet, sloppy, moist, open and dripping. I pushed several fingers inside coating it with more man juice. I then fed the coated fingers to both men, who stared at me, with a deep hunger, like thirsty animals on the prowl. I leaned forward, stuck my tongue out and shared the cum with both of them, our tongues dancing to the dark beat behind us.

FUCK. I LOVE TAKING BREAKS.

On the flatscreen the lens gazed in the darkness, the automatic lighting meter resetting itself, a sparkle of light emitting on the corner of the frame as my sling started to glow in the shadows.

[houbtmbtch]

Oh fuuuuck!!!

[versmetropig]

Excellent - loved the first one of this series, loving this one even better with every segment you add!

[BBDreamer]

Fucking magic! What a way to parTy!

[fisterm8]

you need to have both of their cocks exploding inside you doing a DP.......then another but even bigger booty bump followed by a good deep fisting and both then taking turns punch fisting all the T and their cum deeper into your mancunt as your flying.........massaging your insides and making you extra wide and sloppy.....fucking heavenly - thats what i want.

[Redrt66]

Ivan started to finger my mancunt, shifting his fingers inside while the three of us continued kissing. I looked at him intensely, thankful of his attention. I FUCKING LOVE KISSING a masculine man while he shoves his fingers up my sloppy hole! Roberto leaned in closer and darted his tongue between Ivan and me, squeezing my left nipple at the same time. YEAH! He twisted it gently, then rough, then back to a barely-a-pinch sensation. I was moaning in appreciation. Ivan violently jabbed at my hole, rubbing my prostate. His rough, thick fingers moved quickly inside me, side to side, flicking my nut as if it were a light switch.

"AWWWW FUCKKKKK!!!" My ass vibrated from the intensity as my thighs and knees shook. I was having a raging anal orgasm from all of Ivan’s rough mancunt play. I pulled away from both of their faces, my head cocked back, moaning. I was shaking uncontrollably. It would last a few seconds, then stop, then start again, like I was having convulsions. Ivan wouldn't cease and kept fingering me intensified and prolonged my anal orgasms. "Wow," Ivan said, as he looked at my limp Tina dick which was leaking cum. Roberto stopped squeezing my nipple and massaged my soft cock, rubbing my cum on my shaft. Then he brought his hand to his mouth and licked his palm and fingers.

"Você tem um gosto tão bom," Roberto said softly, almost whispering. I didn't know WTF he was saying but it sounded beautiful. I leaned in and kissed him gently, sucking on his tongue, tasting my own cum that was now mixed with theirs from earlier. Ivan continued to rough-handle my mancunt. The intensity of the sensation inside my sloppy hole and kissing overwhelmed me. All that probing was too much. I was still shaking. I pulled away from both of them, collapsing in a sitting position on the back of my calves and ankles. I grabbed Ivan's hand in between my legs and pulled it away abruptly.

"Stop for a minute," I pleaded, trying to catch my breath. "All that movement in my hole is making me need to take a piss!" Ivan looked at me and grinned. "Yeah me too," he added. He leaned back as did Roberto who re-arranged the pillows behind his back. I caught my breath for another minute then I slowly got off the bed. I stood up and stretched, raising my arms to the dark shadows resting just under the ceiling, stretching my back, my legs, my hole. I took another breath, slower this time, as my heart beat rapidly. Flying. I grabbed a drink and swallowed it quickly then offered it to Ivan who took a big gulp. We exchanged more of the drink as I could hear my heart beat, almost in rhythm to the bass still surrounding us. Boom…boom…boom. Roberto placed the camcorder beside him, leaned over and grabbed another drink and swallowed. He found the remote control and pressed some buttons as the flatscreen came alive, the image of my sling in the dark corner disappearing in a flash, now replaced with a stranger's thick, muscular legs spread wide across the TV horizontal frame as a massive toy fucked the guy's huge hole. Roberto leaned over again and found the glass pipe and started refilling it with new shards of crystal.

"I'll be right back," I announced as Ivan followed me as we walked into the bathroom. Roberto jerked on his long snake mesmerized by the action on the flatscreen, oblivious to us.

I walked into the bathroom and stood over the toilet. Ivan followed and stepped next to me on my right. I aimed my limp dick that I was massaging over the bowl but could barely get any piss out of me. WHOA! I sure was flying! I knew I needed a piss, but my bladder was tight from all the parTying and wouldn’t cooperate. Ivan leaned over and started fingering me, not so rough now, just fucking his big finger in and out of my still-HUNGRY mancunt. That fucking felt great as a trickle of piss started to flow and hit the surface of the toilet water, causing ripples. The water was clear for a moment, then a stain of dark yellow piss saturated the liquid, quickly creating a thin golden patina layer that covered the surface of the water. Whenever I parTy the Tina goes through my system quickly and comes out in my piss. Some guys process it slower. It is the opposite effect on me. “Oh man,” I moaned, leaning into Ivan, “I really needed to go!” Ivan and I could smell the stench of my piss; it was a strong and metallic scent, lifting over the toilet bowl up our nostrils like an invisible, dangerous gas. I took a deep breath and savored the nasty aroma. Ivan continued to finger me, gazed at my slow trickle of chempiss, then at my eyes, grinning, a corner of his mouth lifting up a bit, like a wild animal looking at its prey. “That feels so fuckin’ good,” I whispered. The sound of my piss hitting the water made Ivan’s cock start to leak as a stream flowed from his thick massive tool, now a bit flaccid, but still impressive in its size. I stared at his stream, dark just like mine. So Ivan processed his Tina just as quickly as I did. The dark urine flowed heavily and made a thunderous sound as it hit the surface of the water, now getting darker and darker. The sound echoed in the toilet bowl like another layer of the deep bass behind us, seeping in from the other room. I grabbed his thick Russian tool, squeezed it hard to block the urine flow. He smirked harder at me, a menacing gaze on his face. But he was not displeased with me; he was enjoying my tight hold on his cock. I squeezed harder, the flow now completely blocked up. He fingered me rougher in return. “Oh yeah, please don’t stop.” We both groaned at the same time, our faces inching closer and closer, until Ivan opened his mouth and bit mine, hard on my lower lip, but not too hard to draw blood, just enough pressure to cause a momentary uncomfortable, yet welcome sensation. He let go quickly and licked his moist, rough, thick tongue over where he bit me, slid it back and forth, coating it with a glob of his thick saliva, like a healing brush applying medication. Then bit me hard again. I moaned some more, my eyes wide open – FLYING – staring at him intently, almost angry at his violent style of love-making, but silently thanking him for being just-the-right-amount of rough that he could sense how much I could tolerate at exactly the right time. Our tongues met and darted back and forth in rapid succession, saliva dripping out of my mouth, uncontrollably. Thick streams of my saliva dragged from the left corner on my mouth and slowly descended onto the toilet bowl, the string of spit, thinning and thinning as it dripped, until it was barely a hair-strand, connecting our mouths to the chempiss surface patina on the toilet water.

I pulled away from Ivan, stared at the surface of the water, getting darker and darker as our chempiss mixed together. Ivan looked at me. He was clearly flying with me. I squeezed his massive tool again, shook my head back and forth, enjoying how his heavy cock felt against my small hand, loving the fact that I was with this incredible specimen of a MAN.

“FUCK YEAH!!!” I exclaimed, like an actor from a bad porno.

I grabbed his tool and pulled as I stepped to the side and over to the bathtub. His cock started to get a little harder as he followed me. I held tight to his cock, squeezing harder, firm and strong, to hold whatever urine was building inside for release. He looked at me with that mean gaze that only read as rough endearment, painted all over his face with sweat. I slowly descended onto the bathtub surface, kneeling carefully inside the edge, still holding tight on his massive cock. I looked up at him, hungry, flying, thirsty. “Yeah,” I moaned, “let if flow.” I released my firm hold and softly caressed his cock with my hand, just barely gliding it around the shaft. I leaned closer and opened my mouth and teased his urethra with the tip of my tongue. A dark bead of chempiss leaked out. It was barely a trickle. It was bitter, almost distasteful, but in a sick, pleasant way. My tongue flicked up and down at the edge of his cock head, my saliva coating it so it glistened. Another dark bead of chempiss came out and I caught it with my tongue, the metallic bitterness again overpowering me. I opened my mouth more and swallowed his cock head, my tongue now circling around the perimeter of the huge head, coaching it for more. Another drop escaped. I swallowed it greedily. My tongue continued in a slow, circular motion as I now started to add suction to his cock head, massaging it just so he could relax and let go. A slow stream started to drain from his urethra into my mouth. And then the stream continued in a heavier volume, like the bass filling the bathroom. I swirled the chempiss inside my mouth, letting it build until my cheeks ballooned. Ivan looked down at me as I intensely stared at his demonic eyes, silently begging for more. “YOU SUCH FUCKIN’ NASTY MANCUNT!” He yelled at me, now grabbing the back of my neck with both hands. “OH FUCKKKKKK!!!!!” He continued to scream. The chempiss was now flowing loose as I savored the rank taste. It was too much to hold in so I started to swallow as some of that magical liquid leaked out of the corners of my mouth. I gulped and swallowed hard, trying to catch it all, hating the taste but loving its poison at the same time. He was pissing so hard now-the pressure from my earlier teasing released-that it was too much to contain. Streams of dark, nasty piss streaked out of the corners of my mouth. Ivan let go of his tight hold on the back of my neck and with both hands tried to capture his chempiss leaking out. His hands were wet, coated with the nasty chempiss liquid. He quickly started rubbing my face, washing my sweat that had been building, painting my skin with his crystal-piss cocktail. My face tingled, not from the Tina-laced urine, but from excitement. He rubbed my buzzed hair, coating it with more of his dirty piss, like he was bathing me. I swallowed as much of of his flow as I could take.

“YOU NASTY, NASTY MANCUNTTTT!!!” He yelled again, his accent echoing against the sweating tiles of the small bathroom.

“Oh fuck!” Roberto exclaimed, entering the bathroom, staring at the action, walking in on us, wondering what all the commotion was. He held the glass pipe with one hand, a torch on the other hand. He stepped forward and stood beside Ivan. I looked up at him with a new greed in my eyes. He stared back at me, silently understanding. Roberto placed the pipe carefully on his lips and lit it up with the torch. Ivan looked over at him as he pulled on my slick, chempiss soaked hair. Roberto cooked the crystal until the shards had melted and then carefully heated the bowl from a distance until the smoke formed. Then he took a deep breath, leaned over to Ivan and shotgunned it to him. Ivan swallowed it with force, kept that smoke in his lungs for almost a minute, then released, the clouds mixing with the condensation on the tiles of the ceiling. I could have sworn I heard beads of the humidity dropping to the tile floor in rhythm to the bass that seemed to get louder around us. FLYING. Ivan nodded back to Roberto in appreciation, then grabbed the pipe and torch from him. Ivan repeated the process, cooking the Tina slowly and then when the smoke had formed, breathed deep and hard. Roberto leaned in, kissed him gently as I continued to milk Ivan’s massive tool, now almost completely drained. Trickles of his chempiss fell around me, miniature splashes erupting at my knees on the base of the tub. Roberto took a deep breath, pulling that poisonous smoke out of Ivan and holding it in himself as he pulled away from Ivan’s lips. Roberto stared down at me, his right hand now aiming that snake, still long and semi-hard. He let go of the smoke and at the same time, released his piss, which quickly showered my face. I pulled away from Ivan’s tool which fell out of my mouth like a massive weight, dangling near my face, and repositioned myself slightly to my left to catch Roberto’s stream. I cocked my head back, my mouth a gape, getting as much of that Brazilian chempiss as I could. It was a heavy stream and I let it build inside my mouth, my neck still cocked back at an angle, so that the piss built a pool in my mouth, like the toilet beside us, a cocktail of toxic swimming fluids. It was also too much liquid to contain as Roberto kept going and going; his flow was more powerful than Ivan’s. He pointed his snake on my face, then my chest. I felt a heavier, warmer stream on my right. Ivan was still continuing to piss on me, aiming at my right nipple. Both hot men stared at me, kneeling on the tub, soaking in their cocktail of tainted urine, closing my eyes, shaking my head like a wet dog, chempiss splattering all around us. I opened my eyes, head held back, mouth wide open as both men got the hint and aimed their dicks at my face. Ivan's stream hit me on my right eye, stinging me for a moment before he adjusted his aim lower into my mouth. Roberto was already ahead of him, filling my mouth. Their combined chempiss collected inside my mouth until I started to swallow. The flavor was different now. Bitter and sweet, like their personalities. I gulped as much as I could but was unable to keep it all in. The chempiss cocktail leaked out of the corners of my mouth, cascading down my chin, neck, smooth chest and onto my groin. I rubbed my left hand all over my soaked pubic hair and then moistened my asslips with their chempiss glistening on my fingertips.

And then after some time (I wasn’t quite sure how long...two minutes…five…or was it ten?), the stream from both men slowly stopped to barely a trickle. I swallowed as much as I could, while fingering my manhole. More minutes passed as I sucked slowly on each cock in front of me, now gradually getting hard again. I could feel this inner buzz slowly building inside me, my heart beating faster and faster, like the bass that had been creeping in from the bedroom, following us like a shadow.

Ivan lit up the glass cock again and sucked on it hard after a moment. Roberto helped me up from the tub, holding onto my arms so I would not slip. I stepped over the edge and stood straight, their piss coating my body, dripping around me, soaking the small rug under our feet, drawing soaked footstep silhouettes on the terry cloth material. I then leaned into Roberto’s chest, resting my head for a minute as I was SPINNING. Roberto inserted a long finger inside my hole which seemed looser, more open, sloppy, hungry. Ivan leaned into me and kissed me, his fat, rough tongue invading my mouth. I opened my eyes, a little dizzy, then kissed him back until he motioned silently to stop as he exhaled a huge amount of smoke into my mouth. I sucked on that nasty air greedily and held it in as long as I could, then pulled away from Ivan, then kissed Roberto who took it in. He held it in and after a few moments, released the smoke as his finger gently massaged my manpussy.

"Abrigado," I whispered, like a good student.

“Let’s get that mancunt bigger and BIGGER!” Ivan announced. He pulled on my right arm carefully, supporting me, as both men helped me into the bedroom. Behind us, we left a metallic air of sex in the bathroom, a nasty stench hanging over the room.

“Go over there,” Ivan commanded pointing to the sling. I looked at Roberto who silently demanded the same. The odor from the bathroom now followed us, clinging on both men, emanating from me, filling the room. The chempiss aroma reeked with our sweat and our selfish desires, coating the still, warm air in the dark bedroom, like an unseen mist.

The bass ran around our feet, building and building. Boom…boom…boom. On the flatscreen, some top was fisting two hungry bottoms who were kneeling on their fours, their muscular asses coated with Crisco as the top fisted them in rhythm. I carefully climbed into the sling as Ivan helped me. I tried to hook my leg on the straps but was unsuccessful, flying as the chempiss and shotgun hits were rapidly building inside of me. I looked at both of them appreciatively as they each grabbed one of my legs and feet, assisting me, getting them into the straps. My sling has extra chains running parallel to my body on the left and right, near the top of the metal frame. The leg straps were chained a little further back than usual on these side chains so the result was my legs in the straps were now pulled wider and further back, my ass spread obscenely open. "Look at that manpussy!" Roberto exclaimed.

I could feel my hole pulsing from hunger. I was sweating as if the room was boiling.

Ivan walked over to the bed, found the poppers and handed It to me. He then walked over to the side table and fidgeted with the contact lens container that had my ground dust of Tina. He licked his finger and dipped it in the crystal dust as he motioned for Roberto to come over who followed Ivan's directions, stood beside him and repeated what he was doing. Both men were now HARD again and their cockheads had a generous coating of the Tina dust. They walked back over to me on the sling in between my legs. "You first," Ivan directed. Roberto nodded and positioned himself before my spread legs and my waiting ass. The chempiss cocktail from earlier had been building quickly so I was already flying. But these men were now planning to take that further. Roberto fingered my moist hole. It was soft, open and inviting. He stared at my eyes, then at my hungry manpussy. And then he carefully positioned his dick at the entrance and pushed in quick and DEEP. Once inside, he kept the snake still and unmoving, deep in my tunnel. "How you feeling?" He nodded, checking in on me. "I'm good," I replied, smiling. We stayed like that for a minute or more as the bass mixed with the sound of the chains rattling. "Oh yeah." I moaned as I sensed that inner heat from the booty bump administered by his snake creeping in suddenly. The fire was spreading. "Fuck, that feels good," I moaned. Ivan pulled on Roberto. "My turn," he announced. Roberto leaned back and slowly pulled out of my hole. It felt disappointingly empty. But only for a moment. Ivan positioned his big body in between my legs, pointed that massive tool and violently thrust his cock in one violent motion deep into my mancunt. The chains shrieked over the deep bass as my body suddenly swung backwards from the force of his entry. And then Ivan pulled back slowly now, almost all the way out but not quite. And then he stayed still, his cock head pulsing inside me. WHOA!!! Whatever burn I was feeling earlier with Roberto was now doubling in intensity! The building heat of the combined booty bumps from both men was having a rapid effect in my hole. The heat was intense, almost painful and searing like a fast-moving wildfire spreading from deep in my hole (that was Roberto) to the mouth of my mancunt (from Ivan). My breathing was more rapid. The inferno inside me needed to be extinguished. I slowly started rocking back and forth, the chains rattling louder and louder, as I fucked myself on Ivan's huge monster. And although his cock is quite thick, my hole was in such heat, that it was loose and OPEN. It was HUNGRY. I took a hit of the poppers. FUCK! BANG! BOOM!!! Now my hole was alive, consuming the Russian cock! I kept violently fucking myself on his dick while he just stood there, holding the base of his shaft as I fucked myself on it. The chains continued to rattle in protest. I fucked that massive tool for several minutes, adjusting my speed, my thrusts, as Ivan stood there, both hands grasping the vertical bars of the sling frame for support and allowing me to just use his tool to impale myself.

"FUCKKK!!!" Ivan moaned, "Your mancunt so open and loose now. This feel better than REAL PUSSY!"

From outside the window I could hear a faint siren wailing in the distance. It was blocks away but getting louder and louder as it approached, block by block. I closed my eyes, allowing the darkness to take me, concentrating on the sound of the increasingly louder sirens mixed with the deep bass and rattling chains in the room. I tossed my head slowly side to side as my inner inferno smoldered deep inside my tunnel, spreading rapidly from between my legs, up my abdomen, my chest, my heart, my veins. My heart was beating faster and faster as the high-pitch squeal of the sirens got closer and closer.

[slamdragon]

thank you for the great story. I hope it has a continuation

[cumwhored]

wish Ivan pissed in your open cunt!

[PERVERSATILE]

Redrt66 is a truly gifted story teller with a wicked imagination

"on top of"

having the kind of Cerebral Hard-On a good writer needs

to punch fuck his narrative deep in the hot juicy parts of your darkest fantasies-

tell you the condom broke

blast a load in your hole

pull out

zip up and

call you a whore

~making everything in the world up to that moment seem like you've been standing in line at the DMV

[PissPigBrooklyn]

wow! Great story. Wish life in Brooklyn was always like that ;-)

[goninballsdeep]

SO fucking hot! You are an excellent writer. I've enjoyed reading the whole Brooklyn series so far and am so turned on! Sirens getting closer, huh? And the boom, BOOM, boom from the speakers. I'm right there with you, Ivan, and Roberto.

[hungrypighole]

Awesome Redrt66!!! Your description of the wild parTy trip is spot on - definitely written with some experience My ass is twitchin' right with ya!

[Redrt66]

I felt moistness on my lips.

Roberto was kissing me, his long, wet tongue washed over my lips. He bit into my left lower lip, not hard enough to break skin, but firm enough to illicit a groan from me. My eyes were still shut, basking in all the sensations my mind and body was experiencing.

I could still hear the echoing sirens somewhere in the distance but they seemed to be fading further away as if it had passed and moved on. The rattling of the chains on the sling appeared to be getting louder and louder, blending with the deep bass that would fade in and out. It was like some demented remix being piped into the room. I felt like I was floating and sinking at the same time but in some freeze-frame slow motion that I couldn't comprehend.

I opened my eyes briefly to see Roberto standing over me, jerking that snake with a mischievous look on his face. Darkness seemed to envelope him as he fell out of sharpness in my vision as if he were slowly being pulled away, as the depth of field was swallowing him. The pupils in his eyes appeared to glow a dark, crimson red as he smiled at me. Suddenly his face started to break apart like pixels in a retro 8-bit halftone graphic. The pixels were large and then would break into themselves, condensing into even smaller halftone bits. I squinted trying to get a focus, trying to comprehend what was happening. And then suddenly again his face would reform back to normal (if this was normal?). I closed my eyes as a new heat formed between my legs. I floated again seeming to stay weightless.

My upper body felt as if it were hovering towards the darkness of the ceiling. The lower half of my body, in contrast, appeared to be getting heavier as if an extra weight had been placed in between my legs. There was also a sense of a radiant heat coming from my lower half. I felt a new pressure on my chest, a pinching on my nipples that was both soft and firm, alternating so quickly that I could barely have time to register a reaction. It was pain and pleasure occurring so fast that by the time I could enjoy it, I was already moaning in pain. It was dizzying. It was overwhelming.

I didn't want it to stop.

The heat between my legs intensified. Warmth mixed with mass was creating some new volume that seemed to get L A R G E R. Then it would recede and feel slightly smaller, yet the burn was just as intense. And then it would get WIDER and HEAVIER. Again, there was that burn that was so magnificent. I was moaning and writhing in a kind of subdued, wanted pain. The sensation was occurring repeatedly in a pattern: wide, heavy, small, burn, repeat. The pressure on my nipples was also continuing in a different pattern, this one more gentle mixed with a prolonged HARD pinch that only made me spread my legs further as I jumped back slightly on the sling.

"Oh yeah," I heard Roberto moan. "Fistfuck that manpussy!" I opened my eyes, squinting rapidly until my vision sharpened. He was cheering on Ivan who was between my legs. Ivan stared at me intensely, with a look that was almost mean but I knew was appreciation.

"Your fuckin' mancunt is so HUNGRY!!!" Ivan yelled as he shoved his big Russian fist in my hole. Mass. Large. Volume. Heat. Burn. I closed my eyes again, moaning, as my body felt like it was sinking into a dark, vast hole that was so large I couldn't see the walls around me. All I could feel was this rapid descent that was somewhat frightening and yet oddly comforting. "Fuckin' TAKE IT!!!" Ivan yelled louder over the bass. In the distance I could still hear the sirens, faint as it was. "God your mancunt is so loose!" Ivan continued, his fist pulling out of my hole. Mass. Large. Volume. "It's so fuckin' soft!" He pushed in fast! Heat. Burn. "Oh MAN!!!l" Ivan screamed as Roberto egged him on. MASS. LARGE. VOLUME. My eyes were still closed. I was descending further into the deep, dark hole, weightless, yet heavy, sinking like a tiny rock that weighed like a boulder into a deep, dark, waterless ocean. He pulled out violently, stretching my hole. HEAT. BURN.

Moistness on my lips again.

"Seu manpussy é mágico," Roberto whispered softly into my ear as he kissed me passionately. I didn't understand him-and understood him-at the same time.

I spread my legs further, pulling them forward on the straps, closer to my chest, allowing more access.

Ivan continued to pummel my hungry hole. I kept my eyes closed, savoring the sensation, descending deeper and deeper into the mysterious chasm in my mind. The rhythmic pattern of Ivan fistfucking my hole moved in unison to the sounds of rattling chains, deep bass and a whispering of sirens, that were now so faint, that I was unsure if I had imagined them in the first place.

Mass. Large. Volume. Heat. Burn.

I rocked with Ivan's force, swinging on the sling backwards and forwards as he pushed and pulled his thick fist inside my manhole. "GODDAMNITTTTTTT!!!" He screamed in awe. His yelling echoed in my ears, my eyes still closed, as his voice bounced around in my head and in the imagined vast chasm in my mind that I continued to sink into.

G O D D A M N I T T T T T T T...

g o d d a m n i t t t t t t t ...

G O D D A M N I T T T T T T T...

g o d d a m n i t t t t t t t ...

G O D D A M N I T T T T T T T...

g o d d a m n i t t t t t t t ...

There was more heavy darkness around me and in my head, imagined blackness so thick, as if shadows could take on a dimension, gaining in density and weight.

The fistfucking motion suddenly got more intense. Ivan was now inserting his thick hand curled in a ball, in and out, in and out, rapidly into my manhole. This went on repeatedly without count as the walls of the chasm seemed to stretch wider apart, screaming in a metallic shriek that I was unsure if it were the chains on the slings, or something else ringing in my mind.

And then suddenly Ivan pulled out very violently. I caught my breath not even realizing that I was actually panting very rapidly. My hole seemed open, loose and wide, like the vast space in my mind that I had been imagining and experiencing.

"Isso é tão bonito," Roberto said, pushing Ivan away, as he stepped in between my legs. "Let me get in there." I felt his fingers caressing my asslips that were stretched out. "Ele se sente tão suave" His hand slid in easily.

He pulled out gently. "Beautiful," Roberto pushed in again, then pulled out a little faster.

My eyes were still closed. The bass seemed to get louder as the sound of the sling chains faded off. I was suddenly floating and the vast waterless ocean seemed to now be all filled with warm, soothing liquid. Gentle waves washed around my body.

Roberto pushed in slowly. His hand was curled into a ball seeking more space into my willing tunnel. He was feeling for an invitation, sensing my tolerance and ability for more admittance of his hand and strong forearm. A dark wave hit me gently on my side, the imagined liquid comforting me. Roberto pushed in slightly, micro-inch by micro-inch. Waves were all around me and I swore I heard the ocean but it could have been the bass beats morphing into an imagined rhythm inside my head. Roberto slowly pulled out a micro-inch and then at the same slow, cautious pace, pushed in more. I moaned uncontrollably. He pulled out slightly and then pushed in again, gaining another micro-inch. And again. And again. It felt amazing : being fucked liked this. His forearm was thick and firm, heavy like a huge, hard cock shot up with Trimix. The fistfucking sensation inside my tunnel felt heavenly as my hole was so relaxed, so open, so wide. SO HUNGRY.

"Beautiful," Roberto seemed to sing.

SHARPNESS on my lips.

My eyes opened suddenly to discover Ivan's huge face next to mine. He was biting HARD on the corners of my mouth.

The sudden sensation of slight pain jolted me back to reality. "How are you?" Ivan asked, checking in on me while twisting hard on my right nipple. "Oh fuck," I moaned in reply. "I am really good. Just fucking FLYING!l!!" He twisted my nipple again then alternated to my left one and pinched it hard. My legs automatically spread wider as Roberto pushed in deeper.

“Good then,” Ivan declared, flatly in a tone so heavy, that I felt the boulder sinking again. “Let’s take you higher…” I sensed a strong chemical scent under my right nostril and a slight pinch on my left. “Now the other side,” Ivan continued, repeating the process on my left. “Good boy,” he pinched my nipples HARD as I inhaled uncontrollably. I was descending now in the deep, unknown darkness of space at an accelerated rate. I could hear a gust of wind, flapping around my collapsing heavy body, the sound so loud and deafening, that I was getting lost, moving so fast that the noise blended with the deep bass that I could barely distinguish between the real and imagined audio overtaking me.

HEAT. BURN.

“Belo! Belo!” Roberto broke the darkness. The burn in between my legs would intensify then suddenly fade into some soft blur. I was weightless again, yet the darkness now was comforting. In some immeasurable distance I saw a faint micro-dot of light. It was so faint yet intense in its brightness. In contrast to the darkness, it shined brilliantly like a single magical star. HEAT. BURN. The star exploded into a supernova, a burst so intense and immediate. Then it would disappear, fading slowly, then rapidly, again only that faint tiny dot of light somewhere…

MASS. VOLUME. WEIGHT.

There was a new boulder, a different one. This was heavier, larger, immense. I was sinking again, back to the accelerated rate, as if I had never stalled, the gusts of wind mixed with the demented bass enveloping me. I opened my eyes for a mere moment as it was all I could do, any longer was impossible…unwanted. I saw Ivan now side by side with Roberto, both worshipping in between my legs, their faces almost unrecognizable, just sharp colors of light in their pupils. They each held one of my legs with their outside arms, pulling my legs further apart, then further back on the straps chained to the sling, rattling. The rattle blended with the dark soundtrack in my mind that I felt like I was sinking in an extended remix.

“Beautiful,” Ivan pronounced.

“Belo,” Roberto followed.

HEAT. BURN.

Ivan slowly glided his hand alongside Roberto’s wrist, inching into my hole that was opening up without my will, without my control. “Fuckin’ HOLE!” Ivan yelled. MASS. VOLUME. WEIGHT. I sensed now what he was doing and this time I pulled my own legs back, with what energy, I do not know. I felt more pressure that seemed to go on for an eternity as I could hear my heavy panting, breathing over the deep bass and rattling chains. The pressure continued until the darkness took over again, suddenly and without warning. Sinking. Flying. S I n k I n g … f l y I n g…s I n k I n’ …

The darkness seemed to be coming in, as if the vast tunnel was now contracting. In between my legs I sensed some new existence that was overwhelming, frightening, beautiful. The darkness rapidly contracted at an accelerated rate that I sensed the walls nearing me, although I still could not see it. The pressure on my hole seemed to disappear fading away slowly as I descended rapidly, the walls so close now, I could almost reach out into the void and feel them encircling me. Below me I saw the faint light that still seemed so far, yet I sensed I was approaching it, descending, getting closer and closer to it with its intense brightness and sensing its strange, comforting warmth.

HEAT.

And as I rapidly fell, the walls accelerated exponentially in their contraction that I could almost sense the mass and gravity around me, like a black hole pulling and trapping all existence into one tiny point of light that was at the edge of this imagined space in my mind.

Ivan and Roberto fistfucked me in unison, their arms entangled inside my hole, merged into one massive new monster of muscle. The monster fucked my hungry manhole, pulling out slowly, so slowly that the stretch caused my insides to quiver. They pushed back in slowly again, their combined mass inside my tunnel gliding over my prostate. Every move was a miniature dance, slight paces to the right, left, in and out. I was shaking uncontrollably, the anal orgasms washing over me, back and forth, back and forth. They were both exclaiming and cursing at the same time but I could not hear them over my crys of joy and pain.

The walls came tumbling down disintegrating at a massive speed that was unimaginable, indescribable. All of existence contracted within me as I shrank in size, weight, and mass and fell into the intense brightness of the micro-dot of light that was now at me, taking over me so suddenly that the darkness that was around suddenly disappeared.

FLASH. PURE WHITE LIGHT.

B U R N.

[PERVERSATILE]

"my corporal form dissolved and

I merged with the "empty" space

found in every atom,

I saw you and waved,

you looked busy talking to some guy.

You were smiling and

he gave you his phone number..."

I think your sex organ might actually be bigger than mine;

and I'm surprisingly okay with that.

Bravo Mister.