Three Men and a Boi-Mouth - Sex Stories

Three Men and a Boi-Mouth

... was fearful of the whole cocksucking thing but there were longings within me that were too strong to suppress. I wanted to suck. With Carl's persuasion and assurance he had found a new place, I went with him again. I just had to have cock! Along the way to his new and private place he asked if I had heard from Bud or Ted and I shook my head and said I hoped they wrote my number down wrong. The thought of them fucking my mouth again gave me shivers. “Don't worry. Just a one time thing. It won't happen again,” Carl said as he unzipped his pants and reclined his driver’s side seat. “For now, why don't you put them out of your mind by going down and sucking on my dick.” My head went to his lap and I took his erection into my mouth and I suckled the head and he moaned and I began sliding my mouth and he patted my head and sent waves of lust through me when he called me “a good little cocksucker”. I even sucked deep-throat with slow movements for nearly fifteen minutes, just the way Carl liked it, before building up speed and sucking on the top half while my fingers stroked the base. I was sucking and stroking and I knew he wanted me to keep at it until he ejaculated in my mouth. I sucked and stroked and he grabbed my head and his cock jerked and then, I felt it; his cock shot a rope of jizz to the back of my mouth; then another and another and another. He was cumming right into my queer mouth and I was holding still and taking all of it. “Swallow! Swallow! Swallow, Brynn. Swallow ...

... this time. Swallow Brynn!” he pleaded as he held my head down. His lust for it caused me to throw off my inhibitions about doing such a nasty thing and I complied with his urgings and I . . . I . . . I began swallowing; swallowing Carl’s thick load. I couldn’t believe it! I was, giving it up the very first time he told me to do it! I swallowed and swallowed and swallowed all of Carl’s semen. I was proud that, at last, I was truly a cocksucker yet I was concerned that I wanted it so much that I might have become an addict. When Friday and Saturday passed with no contact from Bud and Ted, I was certain I wouldn't hear from them again. But that changed on Sunday when Ted called and demanded that I meet them that evening. They pulled up in a thirty-year old car. I was surprised to see a younger woman, overweight, reddish hair, simple face, no make-up. They said her name was Janelle, Bud’s wife. His wife? I couldn’t believe it! A man would really bring his wife to watch her husband mouth-rape a kid? Janelle leaned to my ear. “Don’t worry, they’re just very horny men and they really like queermouth. Buddy has video of you with that man in the car so you really don't have any choice.” The car turned onto a dirt road and stopped behind an unpainted shed that seemed abandoned. They motioned for us to follow them behind the shed and they pointed to a cement pier for me to sit down with my back to a shed wall. Both men were instantly before me with Janelle on her knees beside me. They ...