Amherst - Part 3 - Sex Stories

Amherst - Part 3

... buried my face onto his spongy crotch so hard and anxiously that I could barely breathe. And like Jay, Donnie’s crotch smelled like he hadn’t had bath in the last few of days either. “Way to go, cock-sucking bitch!” Jay said in mockery. He slapped my ass three times really hard again, making me screech that many times. “Very good, sweet cheeks… ugn… ugn… ugn… you’re a queen… us at… ugn… sucking… ugn, ugn” There was no way I could take on one of these fat bastards, let alone the two of them; so I didn’t resist. I took what little air I could, and tried to suck Donnie’s dick. I was thinking sucking Donnie would be a real challenge; he was so small. Initially, I was having better luck tickling and licking it with my tongue. After a few minutes, Donnie relaxed his grip of my head and face against his crotch, and allowed me to breathe. I gasped and inhaled deeply several times. I was still being held bent forward, but I risked a look up. A could barely see Donnie’s bearded face because of his enormous gut. Donnie looked down at me and said: “Mmmm, that’s good, baby… aaaah… comm’n… keep suckin’ me good like that… mmmmm… and I promise I’ll be a sweet daddy for you, OK?” Then, he scowled at Jay. “And you, ass hole, there’s no need to be so rough on him. I want to get some of that pussy too”. Eventually, I noticed that Donnie’s dick had hardened considerably. I did not think it had grown to even an average size, but at least it had become something I could suck on. And there I was: ...

... totally naked in my room being gangbanged from opposite directions by a couple of unknown, fat motorcycle riders. Jay had me bent over in front of him with my elbow-crossed arms clasped on my back and penetrated from behind. On the other end, Donnie had my mouth plugged with his undersize manhood. But at least, he was being gentler and showed more appreciation for my service than that prick, Jay. He was even caressing and rubbing my hair as I suck his wiener, in contrast to Jay’s spanking. It was weird, but I was beginning to feel encouraged by Donnie to the point where I was actually putting a willing effort to suck his dick. Donnie’s reaction to my lip and tongue work had been quite enticing. His nicer attitude helped me getting used to his stark pubic stench and motivated to not only somewhat enjoy what was going on, also incur in some creativity. I noticed that Donnie was especially sensitive on his balls. He didn’t like me sucking on his sack, but he loved the licking and the kissing. On the other hand, he totally loved having his cute, little penis gland heavily sucked, and even slightly teethed and bitten. He also adored me paying attention to his bushy, fatty pubic flesh. Again, it was really challenging maintaining that uncomfortable bent position with his larger-than-life belly interfering with my task, but Donnie’s tried real hard to lift his belly at the same time that he affectionately caressed and rubbed my hair, neck and upper back. He was really letting me know ...