Three Men and a Boi-Mouth - Sex Stories

Three Men and a Boi-Mouth

... give into the “girl within”. I was beginning to know what it was like to get fucked like a girl; sexually used like a girl; my throat a tight and deep pussy for Bud’s pleasure; and my throat feeling pleasure like 1000 clits. They were ugly and vile and they were raping me--again--and I hated that I liked it. He went faster and harder and Janelle cooed with lust while Ted encouraged him to “seed the bitch! Seed her!” and Bud humped and plunged and then he drove his hard cock all the way down into me and his hips shook and quaked and his loins quivered and his cock jerked and then . . . just like men do to girls . . . Bud began inseminating me. He shot rockets of seminal fury deep down inside. It seemed right, like it was suppose to be; that I was supposed to be raped and jizzed by horny men who needed sexual release. He spent himself entirely in my throat and then he went idle on top of me. He lay on me for what seemed like an hour but was probably no more than a minute. His body quivered as his cock oozed jism in my throat. Ted yanked on his friend and when Bud rolled off, his eyes dazed and only semi-visible, Ted straddled me quickly and drove his bigger and harder and nastier erection down into me. He began fucking me deep like he was on top of a girl. I understood that I had become the replacement “girl” victim with the deep throat that horny, nasty men like them desired when they couldn't rape a real girl. He thrust in me until the stars in the night went out. He went ...

... faster and harder and he drove deeper and then he was just out-and-out screwing me; fucking my head into the ground and grunting and screwing and moaning and jerking until his hips drove down and he held himself deep down my throat and then he ejaculated in me while I lay helpless underneath him and just let him do his business deep inside of me. His cock jerked harder than I had ever felt and the spunk he shot into me was massive, like some thick oyster and it seemed it would never end. He just kept shooting and shooting and spurting and spurting until he finally went limp on top of me. In time, he rolled off of me and that is when I had yet another surprise. Janelle straddled me the same as the men had except facing the other way. Then, she sat on my face! She said it would soothe me and calm me and help me relax and reorient my wits and it was what sexual submissives needed sometimes. Her round butt covered my face and my nose was in the very crux of her rear-end. I wanted to push her off but, like before, I realized it was all part of my evolution into submissiveness, queerdom, and usery. When she got off of my face, I hated the odiferous residue of her departure. I wanted to swab my face but I sensed that would not be appreciated. I didn’t have long to endure the stench of her butt because Bud was on top of me again and telling me to just lay still and let them fuck me. I didn’t resist. He took his time, perhaps ten minutes in all, before got to the finish line and he ...